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I love three day weekends. I don't love this handy little habit I have of losing my voice the week of a show. I suppose, then, that it's fortunate my character has no lines and is supposed to be on the verge of death anyhow.
So my Thursday and Friday were occupied by Collegiate's Aida and a wallfull of demented Elmos, stargazing in a cemetery, jumping haybails in Maize and talking in the street until an hour past my curfew. Saturday covered the rest of the board with Andover's Bye Bye Birdie, breaking into a gymnasium and running rampant through the foam pits and trampolines, and resorting at last to my own trampoline. Upon which we were somewhat surprised to find three occupants, comfortably basking in the glow of the moonlight. This happened to be the perfect opportunity for Kevin to send the invaders three feet in the air shrieking. Oh, if we didn't love you... :-P Krista and Courtney helped us make a good deal of noise until it dwindled down to Larissa and I beside a sleeping bundle of blankets. How I love that girl. You sophomores really aren't too bad, ya know that?
Today I put a commendable effort into working until my house was yet again invaded by that soon-to-be college frat boy. And maybe with the Ragtime music, chai latte, chatting and television break I can begin another valiant attempt.
But just a side note... have you ever been afraid that you didn't know someone? Or that you're an inaccurate judge of character? When that fear presents itself in a friendship that is far beyond the stage of questioning... I, for one, am terrified.
On a happier note, I love each of you more than you know. And as much as I should be investing time in college and homework, I still need to see a good handful of you that have disappeared this year. So call and, after Urinetown, I will smile upon my freedom and make mischief with you all. :-) Especially the college kids which I MISS LIKE NONE OTHER. Oh, Thanksgiving cannot come soon enough.
"Do you know what friendship is? ...it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand. "
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Oct. 10th, 2005 @ 10:51 pm
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Go to google.com and type "(your name) needs."
Christine needs to see her doctors.
Christine needs to eat.
Christine needs to get a life.
Christine needs to stop looking at clothes.
Christine needs something more than just fast sex and a roll in the hay.
Christine needs to have kids, and shes trying to up the anti by using the internet
to prove how smart and sexy she is to all the would be sperm donors.
Christine needs to go. All she does is complain. I am just tired of Christine. Grow up, be apprecitive of your exercise program, lose some more weight and learn to talk to men.
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Alright, so I'm pretty sure that whatever Green Day says, I never asked to be awoken when September ended. Awoken to essays and tests and plays and that nebulous haze out there called my future. I'm fairly certain that I wasn't built to withstand any of the above, but we shall see.
Speaking of September, I'm having a difficult time remembering what I did with the month. I recall being exposed collectively to a enough fire to burn down a good portion of Wichita, watching my dearest monkey lose his head as others did so more figuratively... the poor thing has had a traumatic month, from being nearly incinerated time and again, stolen, buried and who knows what else. I, however, certainly spent a good deal of the month in the west auditorium and/or parking lot, on the Eastminster confetti carpet, falling in love with Hamlet (again), losing Keep Away and being defiled - written on, that is.
September also came with a handful of life lessons, such as... a film canister cannot be "banged open," Krista and I are almost exactly the same size, neither of us wears a size 6 madrigals dress, Shut De Do is quite possibly the greatest song ever, watching extended essays turn to ash is immensely satisfying, Corpse Bride is the sweetest sort of sepulchral, Homecoming is most enjoyed after a shot or two of espresso... Oh, and I should probably do something with my life. There comes a point when you are too far past panic to do anything to help the situation. I might just not go to college.
"The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved."
Les Misérables
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Aug. 22nd, 2005 @ 10:41 pm
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I. Am. SO. Stoked.
I am senior, hear me roar.
The end.
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That sexy beast Tim J, T-Jizzle, Darth Joner, Tim Othy Jiznizzle, is having a birthdizzle!
I'm black too, Tim.
Tons of love to the Timman - you're like moldy bread for a science nerd. Yeah, that's right, only better with age. ;-)
Now, a birthday poem.
The light is dim,
But I skim the gym
And find him,
That Tim
That slim, but not dim
Prim, but not grim
Young, but less young Tim
So I pick up my shim*
And all full of vim**
I sing him a hymn***
And he's filled to the brim
In every limb
With happiness
And a birthday.
By Christine Vines
*Real word, ask rhymezone
**Also a real word
***Also known as Happy Birthday
Shittim, another real word. With no commas or exclamation marks between it.
Shittim: (plural) a tree of uncertain identity but probably an acacia (as Acacia seyal) from the wood of which the ark and fittings of the Hebrew tabernacle were made.
-Brittanica
You're welcome.
Post script. My apologies, Tara and I had about four times the healthy dose of espresso beans tonight and I'm still somewhat... wired. Goodnight. |
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Okay. So yesterday goes in a hat for the best day of my life. On a really big scrap of paper.
Two hour instructions to go to bed Friday night kept me in that queen-sized bed until well into Saturday afternoon. But sleeping can be some of the best memories. Not quite as good as the evening though. Around six, I made the long venture around the corner with hamburger buns in hand, set my twelve among the million and spent the evening on Riney's porch or watching The Paul Show.
Vasanh then kidnapped Kevin and I and met Sarah and Kristina for hours of picture taking at the Exploration Place Park. As well as a venture through every fountain downtown and a slushy stop by QuikTrip. (Not to mention, witnessing the sweetest wedding adieu in history, with the bride and groom waving from a little black buggy - definitely jealous). When the sun abandoned us around nine, we left for some trampolining and a moonlight swim in Kristina's lake. With our share of diving, dunking and surf-boarding. Okay, maybe surf-sleeping. Which explains the sap, sand and water all adorning my clothing when I finally retired. (Actually, I have no clue how the sap got there, but I'm guessing it was Kevin's fault). But it was a small price to pay for lovely weather and a picturesque night.
In other news, the retirement party for my kindergarten teacher was today. I fought tears the whole time, but couldn't keep it together when Alex spoke to her. In his thirties now, with a wife and two boys... And he felt it was just yesterday that he called that classroom his own. It's crazy how short life is.
With that life of mine, I've been rather reckless, I'm afraid. At least as far as school goes, I've put my effort in so many other places. People, that is. But then, maybe it wasn't so reckless after all. Because it's other people that keep my head above water... literally, sometimes. I really couldn't live without friends to pull me through.
Speaking of which, I'll do an eclectic recounting of some recent nights. Justina, Christina and I ventured to Courtney's last week, where we danced around the creek, spoke with the horses and collected a little biology data on the side. The next night, I returned to that lovely house in the middle of nowhere for a two hour talk that hit me fairly hard with a few things (not including the brownies and kettlecorn). I've burdened a couple of you with them already, so I won't go into it, but it scares me a little. Maybe a lot.
Friday night, I caught the opening of Annie with Tara, sa mère, Colin and Adeli. How I love each and every Hutton. And Alex, Emma and Riley, who were marvelous!
Somewhere along the line, Leslie, Frances, Paige, Kristin and I scandalously scoured the Warren parking lot for the source of a midnight project. One thing led to another and the interior of Alex's car was decorated with balloons, streamers, Star Wars parafanalia and several much needed air fresheners. Only joshing, Alex... kind of...
Anyway, I'm afraid I have a terrible memory, but lunch at Beibei's, a new jean skirt (half off) and necklace (60% off) from Kohl's, and taking a million pictures with seniors fall in there somewhere. Summer, I'm begging you, just get here - and be nice.Current Mood: good Current Music: I Will Never Leave You |
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It is May. Of 2005. Hell on earth ends in 3 and a half weeks. Can this be? Personally, I'm still writing March and '04 on all of my papers.
April served me well, though. Spent Friday night being an awesomely hip teenager and babysitting. Actually, I really can't think of many better ways to have spent the night because the term "babysitting" is a stretch there. Hayley and I tend to eat pizza, watch detective movies and sit on her bed talking about boys until lights out. At which point, I watch some more television and take advantage of my mobile to mobile minutes. Sometimes I think I should be the one paying. I came home that night to find my bed buried beneath My Little Pony parafanalia, thank you Leslie and Paige. Overall, it was a profitable and enjoyable Friday night, even in the company of a fifth grader.
Most of Saturday I wasted away, some of it my parents wasted away, despite my resolution to accomplish something, anything. Fortunately, Vasanh thought to liberate me from such a vicious cycle of unproductivity and we hooked up round about that lovely Bradley Fair fountain. A trip to Kevin's furnitureless home and we three plus Morgan were off to WSU's A New Brain, only to be turned away from the 79 seat theatre. And no, I didn't ever make it to the show, take the opportunity to slap me, 'tis a sad affair.
Instead, we caught a showing of The Interpreter at Northrock, which I, for one, enjoyed. Sean Penn and Nicole Kidman make a good team and I, at least, would recommend it. We then returned to base (Starbucks) and collected Kristina, Neil, Sam and Wade. A somewhat dysfunctional awning aside, the night was perfect for an obnoxious outdoor gathering or two. For some reason, we felt compelled to congregate on Kevin's lawn and make as much noise as humanly possible in the poor boy's very conservative neighborhood. But he so kindly volunteered my home and we relocated to College Hill where we did not meet BTK, sadly, but did run into a couple nude neighbors... or so the story goes.
Here, we watched MTW's Ragtime (again) but of course, it was as amazing as ever. How I love that show. Everything about that show. The video itself can make me cry. But once everyone had their fill of the cat hat, the vibrator and the BopIt, they scurried away into the April night and I imagine I slept eventually. Fun times.
Favorite lines:
"Where do you live?"
"College Hill."
"Really? Have you met BTK?"
"Hugs, not drugs!"
Today wasn't particularly memorable, aside from my classes being relatively empty and a lunch date with Tara. So close, we're so close now. I really think we're gonna make it. Have a marvelous May, my friends!Current Mood: good Current Music: On the wheels of a dreeeam... |
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On a lighter note, I had an awesomely delightful prom night. Did I actually go to prom? No... but I did have myself plenty of fun. After retrieving a certain someone's tuxedo, Leslie and I made our way to Mt. Vernon only an hour behind schedule where we met Paige, Tara and Bethany, upping the total to five black dresses.
Whipped together a scrumptious, but gargantuan meal with a year's supply of pasta and Koolaid and an entire casserole that lay forgotten. As the Saturday night air was thick with romance, we watched Kissing A Fool and sighed many a sigh. Ventured then to the Freddy's parking lot and eventually to our semi-circular Krispy Kreme throne. Where Tara's phone was put to work and we were given five doughnuts plus a raspberry frozen blend "on the house." Free food really does taste better.
Curfews dispersed our chipper bunch and took me to Wildfire Diner. Where the boys went crazy and everything happened. Everything from yelping dingos to singing for the disabled elderly to a look at Vasanh's beautiful new machine. Though I couldn't stay with them long, it was a lovely way to end the night. (But thank goodness for Kristina and her sanity).
Since then I've acquired bronchitis for the third or fourth time this year, taken a personal health day, worked far too hard for the unreachable and taken the opportunity to do nothing with my Thursday. Besides watch hours of Family Guy with Lue and see the first act of Antony and Cleopatra. (Starbucks was calling so loudly, we just couldn't help it). P.S. Skin is distracting, major league. At one point, a sauna required about six shirtless males -granted, there was only one worth the eye's work- but I honestly didn't hear one word of that scene. A happy happy birthday to Min, Lauren and Cody, a few hours late. And a crazy happy birthday to Tinananana, on time. :)Current Mood:  alright Current Music: Beauty queen of only eighteen... |
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Your brain: 160% interpersonal, 40% visual, 180% verbal, and 20% mathematical!
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Congratulations on being 400% smart! Actually, on my test, everyone is. The above score breaks down what kind of thinking you most enjoy doing. A score above 100% means you use that kind of thinking more than average, and a score below 100% means you use it less. It says nothing about how good you are at any one, just how interested you are in each, relatively. A substantial difference in scores between two people means, conclusively, that they are different kinds of thinkers.
Matching Summary: Each of us has different tastes. Still, I offer the following advice, which I think is obvious:
- Don't date someone if your interpersonal percentages differ by more than 80%.
- Don't be friends with someone if your verbal percentages differ by more than 100%.
- Don't have sex with someone if their math percentage is over 200%.
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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Description of Your First Name of: Christine
Although the name Christine creates an active mind and a restless urge to explore new ideas, we emphasize that it causes a superior, interfering expression whose favorite expression is "I know." This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the solar plexus, worry, and mental tension.
As Christine you seek change, travel, new opportunities, and new challenges. Your active, restless nature demands action and you dislike system and monotony. As you are versatile and capable, you could do any job well, although you would not like to do menial tasks. Having considerable vision, you could be adept at formulating new, more effective ways of doing things. You could organize the work of others, though in your impatience to see the job done efficiently, you would likely step right in and do it yourself. You could work well in sales and promotion, and would not be afraid to risk a gamble as the name gives you much self-confidence.
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It's been forever and a half... so bear with me.
Sometime toward the beginning of March, Stephan and I woke up much too early for a drive to Manhattan through beaucoup fog. It was actually gorgeous, despite its ability to make oncoming semis materialize mere feet before us. Though it lifted by the time we reached K-State, the campus was still beautiful. We spent the day talking to men with large amounts of cash protruding from their wallets, sleeping through the financial aid seminars, learning that our futures are polar opposites and downing large amounts of Cal Hall ice cream.
Evening came and we went to our respective frat houses. Okay, so I didn't sleep there, but Abby Brownback felt the need to take me to the Tri-Delts, I think. Can't experience KSU without a frat party, I suppose. I also learned of the existence of Diet Pepsi Slushes and laughed at the toilet paper decorating their sorority's trees.
With the sun came Stephan's mean green machine and we set out for the most boring ACT prep course on the face of the planet. Actually, I wouldn't know as this is the only such thing I've attended, but it was dull nonetheless. A meal or two and some authority defying later, we were headed for Wichita. Though not actually getting there as we spent about an hour getting lost. Fun stuff. And the rest of it listening to Green Day about 800 times, counting train cars and sleeping in my newly acquired hoodie. I'm not entirely sure what I think of K-State, but I think if I end up anywhere near home, I'll end up there. Though that's not my current hope, ya never know.
That's pretty much all of March that I remember, with the exception of NOB, that is. Went well. Of course. I did virtually nothing, but it held some good times in the cards even so.
The walk-out? Ended up sleeping on the tennis courts at College Hill. Among other stops including Panera and Spangles, I believe. Gotta cat nap somewhere. Random memory.
If there were any monumental happenings, they're not coming to mind. But more recently, Spring Break rocks my socks.
Thursday, I attended the TRP dinner. I spent most of the night pretending to help and fraternizing with ticket-takers/ abusive males. Afterwards, Paige, Kristin and I headed to Leslie's where we occupied ourselves until the arrival of Tara and Patrice. We then set out to Applebee's where we engaged in a food fight, played the one word game and were altogether much too loud and obnoxious to be believed high schoolers. Haha, collegiates, in Patrice's case. Surprisingly, we managed to avoid being kicked out and retreated to our refugee house on Dellrose. There, we watched Serendipity (oh how I <3 John Cusack) and woke up to La Mars doughnuts and Bridget Jones. If you've any interest in viewing the photographic evidence of our insanity, visit Pagina's journal.
Friday, Tara, Leslie, Elizabeth, Peggy and I moseyed around the city and eventually sat ourselves down at 'Hitch.' Though I'd seen it twice already, I loved it no less. It's just one of those movies you can watch time and again, I think. Probably Will Smith's fault, I love that boy. The weak dispersed and Elizabeth and I depleted Starbucks of yet another Black Cherry Jones Soda. Love that one lots.
Saturday I awoke before nature would have it and after my alarm clock would. Picked up John, picked up Lauren and headed to KPTS with mon frere in tow. Though I was of no help to PBS (and it was really more of a bash-on-Christine session), I did have myself a bit of fun. I dined on doughnuts and Nutrigrain bars, frolicked in the loft, engaged in a shoe fight or two and answered not one phone in return. That's what I call CAS hours.
That night, I met Justina, Jessica and Anne for Finding Neverland and blurred my mascara a bit. Good movie, that is. That one I blame on Johnny Depp. And I suppose Kate Winslet can share some of that. We found ourselves at Starbucks (where I saw Kylie and Shawna for the second night in a row), and had ourselves a lovely chat in the glass cased corner. The stars emerged as much drama ensued around us that I still don't quite understand. But Justina, my dear, I love ya. So so much.
For the part of Sunday that I didn't sleep through, a small Real Life was had. Afterwards, we ventured to Teri's. Watched Dodgeball, CSI, ate way too many cookies and nachos and planned True Life "mini" events. Les bons temps.
This morning (so close), Kristin, Paige, Leslie and I joined the world at the mall. Fell in love with a few things we can't have and purchased a few things we could ($1.97 scarf, $2.50 flip flops, etc.). And the couches outside of Van Maur, we found, were designed for Dippin' Dots and girl talk.
Basically, I'm in love with the whole "no school" concept. It suits me well. Make the most of it, all.Current Mood:  chipper Current Music: Downtown |
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You are the Procrastinator. You always put
everything off until the last second, and your
grades suffer for it. Try starting your
homework BEFORE 11:00 PM
What Kind of IB (International Baccalaureate) Student Are You?
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So today was how every day should be. Life would be grand.
Arrived at school partway into fifth hour. With an ideal parking space, I might add, gotta be thankful for those slackers who haul out around this time. We're learning a new song in mads that, personally, I'm crazy about. Okay, so I haven't really even decided if I like the arrangement yet, but it's in french. What else matters, hm? It is slightly painful to hear Riney butcher such a beautiful language, but perhaps if Sarah takes command, all will be right in the world.
Sixth hour Caitlin and I, both decked in blue jeans and our '03 homecoming shirts, lived through our theatre oral. So it may not have been riveting, but it's done and that's good enough for me.
Seventh hour was quite possibly my favorite class all week. As it was 60 degrees and Beibei's birthday, our class beseeched Fry for an outdoor session. And much to our contentment, a poetry reading ensued. Or singing, in Lauren's case. No better way to end the day then lying in a circle on the front lawn with the coolest people in the world, eating from a tub of vanilla icing.
Now I should be off to bed, as my ride to Manhattan arrives at SIX am tomorrow. Goodness, but I've not arisen this early in weeks. Can't wait for this weekend, K-State should prove to be fun. Enjoy yourselves, all.Current Mood:  cheerful Current Music: Welcome to My Life |
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So it is officially March. This year needs to die and quickly. Actually, it's been a fairly good one excluding our teacher's unfaltering attempts to kill us all.
So, recent happenings, or what I can remember...
Friday night was spent at Starbucks with some lovely ladies. Good times with the painful exception of perusing their nutrion pamphlet. Imformative and positively sickening, it was. So all of you avid Strawberries and Cream drinkers, your venti chalks up 780 calories. And purely out of fear, Frances and I immediately swore off Starbucks. Not the place, obviously, or I would be out of a home, but the drinks. That's right. Jones Soda excluded. We'll see how this one goes.
Saturday morning, John, Lauren, David, Sarah, Elizabeth and I immersed ourselves in memories. Way too many, way too vivid memories. Regional Odyssey of the Mind competition was held at Washington and we six volunteered for CAS hours and a blast from the past. I was assigned to doorkeeping. But as my post was outside of the performance room and I was craving a taste of middle school, I rounded up a young mexican child or two and put them to work. So Sarah, John, and I sat in on Problem 2 for the day, In Your Dreams. I had no idea I missed it that much. We had some good times, we did.
Some time after our delicious and free lunch, we wound up bombarding each other with racquetball balls and stealing away to Frances' play (John, Lauren and I). Snagged Leslie on the way and arrived in the blackbox theatre just in time to get in scott free (points for being late everywhere) and seat ourselves behind an elderly couple who snored audibly throughout each of the three acts. The Barretts of Wimple Street was long (2 hrs 45 min type long), but good. Frances, Hannah, Alex, Chad, you were all wonderful!
Lauren, Leslie and John then proceeded to engage in several fights. The first of which took place in John's yard and the second of which transpired back in the Collegiate parking lot, using my headrests as weapons. Oh, and the third invovled pinning Lauren between my car and Leslie's. That can leave a mark.
Grabbed some ice cream and met Vasanh out at Starbucks. Tara, Stephen, and a dancing friend (Paige, I think) showed up soon enough and a movie night ensued. Tara, Stephen, Frances, Leslie and I convened chez moi for a viewing of the best movie ever (How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days). Kevin decided to be BTK and bang on the windows, but after everyone settled down, twas a way fun night. With girl talk to top it off.
Sunday I spent being a loser and not actually being productive until around one, when I realized that five hours may not be enough. One day I'll learn.
Today was enjoyable, as the days have been lately. Didn't do a lot of paying attention or work, but Kurt, John, Leslie, Kalee, Andrew and I definitely just spent forever on the floor at East High. Left somewhere around 5:15 and yes, I am proud of being a dork. Good times, good times. But gotta run, it seems Sam and Kelsey are at my door.
Edit: How could I forget bio and ToK? As we will forever remember, the bio video was... iiiinteresting. Andrew and Kurt can reinact the penis fencing, if ever you need a reminder. I don't know what planet Weig came from, but he's hilarious. And ToK, haha... worst idea ever. That's what I have to say. So I spent the whole hour arguing that Best should have been aborted. Crazy guy.Current Mood: cheery Current Music: then will you still call me Superman... |
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Because I can't do anything on time anyway...
Last week was splendifferous, it was. Basically, it left me unable to wipe a smile from my face (excluding the one hudred and twenty-one minutes of Hotel Rwanda, of course). Gotta love those weeks.
Go to Hotel Rwanda, all. But bring an industrial pack of Kleenex. I started crying about ten minutes into the film and stopped a good ten after the credits finished rolling. One of the biggest guilt trips I've gotten that didn't come from my mother. I'm not sure I'll ever take that green bracelet off, Patrice.
Wednesday was a fun night with the youngsters. And was followed by a very... intimate, shall we say, parlor meeting. Just we three girls and Bodie. But those can be some of the best nights. Talking is good. Michell and I then made the arduous journey to Andover. And chatted over dinner instead of scurrying home to our mountains of work.
Thursday night, we few delved into emotional purity in Courtney's schoolroom/attic. An interesting subject, that is. I'm not sure I agree with everything, but it's going to be a fascinating ride, I think. Justina and I then met Tara at Starbucks and had ourselves a girly night over frappucinos.
Friday, Christina and I ventured out to the Warren and scratched 'Hitch' off of our To See lists. Maybe it's just me and my love for corny romantic comedies (as well as Will Smith), but this is a four-star movie on my page. It's all in the mood of the minute, I suppose. We two then took our Sonic to Wendy's and bought a frosty to avoid exile. One-on-one nights are necessary, sometimes. Not to mention crazy fun.
But the curfews of an evil asian mother brought her home and gravitated toward Rock and Central. Somehow I found myself sipping another chai in the company of some wonderful girls, watching Lauren and Paul swing dance in the middle of Starbucks. Met a couple awesome people and ended up with zero spills to boast (despite the several that the swingers nearly incurred).
Tara, Dane and I spent Saturday night at the symphony. Not wild and crazy, exactly, but I've learned I like the symphony. It leaves me alone with my thoughts for awhile. When I'm not texting or watching the talented, but insane oboist dance to her solo. We later found ourselves at Starbucks, yet again and on my living room floor eventually. Good times.
Sunday brought another Real Life. Real people, real fun. Afterwards, Justina, Tara, Stephen, Dane and I gathered at TCBY where a moody cashier kicked us out. And so we loitered on their benches for an hour or so, rebelling in good spirits. Tara, Stephen and I soon found ourselves at "that place," and soon enough my book and I were safe in bed.
A very big and comfortable bed that apparently, I find difficult to free myself from. Despite the four alarms I'd set, it took a call from Mr. Munhall to arouse me. Might as well have slept, though, with all the productivity that's transpired since. Now that I've documented the week, I really am off to write that essay. Or learn the definition of precalculous before tomorrow.
But you know what I've decided? I have the best friends in the world. The whole wide world. God knows why they stick around.Current Mood: good Current Music: 8th World Wonder |
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Well last week was fairly stressfree. Too bad I let it slip away without due appreciation. Let's see, what happened... Seeing as I've got the shortest term memory ever, I'll recall the highlights.
Friday night was way exciting and marked the first year in the history of.... the world that we've won football AND basketball homecomings. Go us. Afterwards, Tara, Leslie and I convened at the ever-popular Starbucks. Grabbed a few calorically saturated beverages and ran (literally, it was cold) to Krispy Kreme to take advantage of their mammoth booth. Frances showed her lovely face eventually and we sprawled ourselves on the seat and talked for forever. Specifically, about a half hour after they closed. Good times.
Saturday night, I stopped by David's for pizza, slugs (asian version of... dumplings?) and The Village. Which is way more fun with commentary, whatever David may say. Sam, Sean and I then made a Starbucks-Krispy Kreme venture much like my Friday night. And once again, I found myself there long after closing time, acting only slightly inebriated and enjoying myself to the fullest.
EDIT: Just found this post and I can't really believe I left this out the first time. Fast mental blocks, hm? Okay, well a word to the wise. It is NOT natural to be staring at headlights on the right side of the median on Rock Road. Whatever the time, but especially at 12. With three police cars in high pursuit. Though it took much too long for nearby cars to allow room for me to switch lanes, I got over with a solid 2 seconds before crazy-getaway-man went flying by. Soooo I suppose I wouldn't know, but my guess is that a head-on collision isn't very much fun. Yes, it's good to be alive.
Todaaay was a lovely school day. During which I ate outside, for the first time since freshman year. Crazy beautiful weather. (Not to mention my crazy beautiful friends.)
Came home and studied bio briefly with Lauren until twas time far a Valentine's Day dinner. Or reading through graphic books at Borders for an hour with Vasanh. Eventually, though, my hot date and I met Will and Sarah at Abuelo's and had a delightful dinner beneath the company of a giant old man on the wall and our trusty waiter, Justy. Beaucoup d'amusant, it was!
And now I'm left to ponder the karyotype of the 21st chromosome... But a Happy Valentine's Day to you all! (Or Chocolate Day, if you so wish) And don't you forget that it's Random Acts of Kindness Week. So be random! (And kind!)Current Mood: good Current Music: Breakawaaaaay.... |
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So life has been lovely. Marigolds is gone from my life forever and I, in turn, decided it would be a good week.
The last night of the show wasn't.... the hottest, shall we say, as my memory decided to shut off on me (good timing, that was) and jump ahead about three pages. Fortunately these three pages were purely Beatrice rambling and I doubt that anyone would object to their omission anyhow. But the show is officially over and I'm going to burn my copy (or the library's... but it's already several months overdue, they couldn't possibly be missing it) for satisfaction. So it's all good.
Saturday, I was awoken by the beautiful Justina Edgar and met her shortly afterward at Nu Way. Though I'm still a bit baffled as to why, Dane, Kurt, Leslie, Paige and myself spent the next hour or two posing for her camera over lunch. And confusing the drive-thru employees. And downing far too many ice cream cones.
Monday was a good day simply because the school was clad in PJs. Today was back to actual apparel, but was a good one nonetheless. Except for english... during which I gave an oral over a chapter I've not read.
Anyhow, I chose most of my classes rather randomly and according to my mood, so I may well see my schedule next year and laugh. Firstly, I am one of about four people in my entire third hour who is opting out of calc. Work? Is not for me. Secondly, I kicked physics out of the picture and now have a decision (oh, how I love decisions). So. Poll:
Creative Photography or Film Studies? (I selected creative photo, but it is still subject to change). Opinions, any?
Creative photo: Christina and Beibei are taking, but I know absolutely nothing about the class... Film Studies: Sounds like a fascinating class, though I've no idea who else is taking it.
I'm still terribly sick and sick of being sick, at that. Alas and alack, I sleep for a weekend and this is my reward.Current Mood: good good Current Music: Run freedom runnnnn |
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Wooooo. Well. It's halfway over. Thank God, it is halfway over. These past few weeks have been killing me ever so slow and painfully. I consider it an accomplishment that I am alive and standing at the moment.
So life's been okay. Very high tension when I stop to ponder it and very enjoyable when I don't. So I've spent a good deal of time on the latter. First hour, Doug subbed for ToK, which made my day, really. I love that guy. I did feel bad though, that I aggravated him on my first class of his.
Me: (texting Tara and Christina rather conspicuously)
Doug: Christine, I'm taking your cell phone away!
Me: Oh... really? (apologetic smile)
Doug: No, put it away though.
Third hour, I took several deep breaths and John threw an Oreo down my shirt from across the room. Fourth hour, we were blessed with another sub and chose to spend the hour socializing. Fifth hour, nearly half the sopranos were gone and with the absence of Lauren came the presence of my voice! Having stood next to the girl in choir since 8th grade, I'm unaccustomed to hearing myself. Though I wouldn't have minded if another voice or two chimed in.
Sixth hour is always fun because I love it. End of story. Seventh hour we told ghosts stories and got through a total of one oral, that's right baby. More slack off time for me.
Really, my week has been delightful. I love have a selective memory. And oh, as I spaced out in bology, it dawned on me just how many times people have made me smile this week. So! I compiled a lovely list instead of paying attention to Weig. Christine's "Random Acts of Kindness" List for the week is as follows.
1. Leslie, Tara, and Patrice bought me a gas card that accounts for my currently full tank of gas.
2. Patrice sent home a napkin note for me. (Okay, well it was half for me!)
3. Leslie and Tara bought me the prettiest pink necklace in the world. (From Aspen Traders no less!)
4. Kurt bought me ice cream! Yummy yummy ice cream. That I didn't need. (But really wanted).
5. Patrice gave me a Bad Girls calender that I've already spent many a classperiod laughing over. (Okay, so this was a Christmas present, I think, but I just now received it, so it counts).
6. My mother brought me home a caramel frappacino. (And she never goes within a 100 foot radius of Starbucks).
7. Christina met me at school at 7 in the MORNING, at which point we left for McDonald's and she injected her genius in me. (Okay, well, a very small dosage, but incredibly helpful).
8. Dane came to Marigolds tonight! (Yes, I did expressly forbid him from going and there were many many shows I'd rather he saw, but I'm including this because the thought was purely of "kind" intent).
9. Justina Marie bought me a scrumptious chocolate sprinkled doughnut on her way to school.
10. The scale! I stepped on it fearfully yesterday and I totally lost ten pounds. I know I've been neglecting meals lately and running at odd hours of the night, but that's just crazy. (Personally, I think it's broken. Let's hear it for scales that lie).
And those are the things that jump to mind. The things that completely made my day. The days that composed my week. So thank you, my crazy random friends for loving me.Current Mood:  relieved Current Music: Myy yahi, myy yaho... |
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Eh bien, with several rather large omissions, my life's been swell.
Wednesday, after an enjoyable True Life, we girls joined Bodie and Joel out at Applebee's. Always a good alternative to going home and being productive. Twas a lovely night, first, because I love those girls, and secondly because I was spending my time doing something I wanted to do. Imagine that. I was afraid I would forever smell of smoke as I spent much of the night suffocating, but who needs to breathe when you've got friends anyway?
Thursday night Courtney took us out to Bella Luna for lovely night number two. I also happen to love these girls avec tout mon coeur, which never puts a damper on things. The couple beside us provided ample entertainment, but not to the extent that the sheer company of my table did.
Justina and I then thought it would be wise if we spent the next two hours conversing in my car instead of worrying ourselves with petty things like beginning homework. From childhood stories, to yesterday's stories to family problems to the ever-popular subject of the male species, I will always love you mdear.
That night, I was awoken, and entirely irked, by my brother's shouting. Though I was somewhat delirious, I managed to catch that six police cars were parked in front of my home. For some reason, our garage was the object of interest. Perhaps I'll check the newspaper for details. (EDIT: Spoke with my father who spoke with our neighbor who spoke with the cops. And apparently, a woman was running from them and selected our place for her hideout. Lovely. Suppose it's a good thing I was inconsistent with those midnight runs, eh?)
Friday morning, I was running only slightly behind schedule for my rendezvous with Miss Edgar before school. I conquered my evil driveway and found myself no further than a hundred feet down the block when the cabin filled with fumes of one sort or another. And unless a very large monster was the source of the noise, my car was very near exploding. So I backtracked and waited most impatiently for a ride.
That night, I trekked from rehearsal to rehearsal to my home where I lounged for an approximate 60 seconds. I then spent the night exploiting Elizabeth for rides and money and money! We managed to avoid wrecking on our way to Southeast, but arrived at the show still shaking thoroughly. The show was really not so bad, though we took off fairly soon after the finale in order to breathe, which isn't much of an option in that lobby. Or inhale coffee, in my case. I've really got to stop spending away what little money I have left on Starbucks. We talked for the next couple of hours and chatted with GW, Michell, Ellie, Jennifer and Whitney before leaving. It's getting hard to stop at Rock and Central without running into someone these days.
Tonight I've chosen to once again set aside homework for the sake of amusing myself. A movie and popcorn at Michell's will better occupy my night. Have a smashing weekend, all.Current Mood: alright, really Current Music: Accidentally in Love |
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La dee da, stressful times in the life of this Vines. But that's no fun, so we'll not go into that.
School has been relatively fun as of late. By school, however, I mean the minutes that I spend in that building. Which rival the number I spend in this basement over textbooks. But far surpass them on my fun-o-meter. Not that I've kept up very well with the textbooks anyhow.
French class today consisted of grading the IB tests. That test through which I slept and proceeded to lose the first three pages of. Consequently, my score totaled somewhere around... one. Joyous day. Perhaps I'll not do that come next May.
Theatre... left me shoeless and scribbling another apology note in lieu of an answer to G's quiz. I would read those plays, but I seem to find myself on a couch several hours later every time I try. Which actually hasn't been for some time thanks to the lengthy form my To Do list has been taking. Life just takes delight in hurling cinder blocks at my face every now and then.
But it's quite alright, really, because Tina and I ventured to Spangles when the halls had been vacated. Simply talking over a strawberry mudslide can make a day, don't you think?Current Mood: breathing, fine... Current Music: And ooooh you're suddenly a stranger... |
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The days have really not been so terrible.
Marigolds may kill me yet. If I don't first, that is. I am honestly ready to slaughter my character. She just will not shut up.
The english oral I stressed over much and prepared for little was bearable, I suppose. Naturally, my cell phone chose to interrupt me mid-sentence. Thank you, Patrice, it's lovely having you to liven things up a bit. ;)
Also, Mr. Weigand forever bought my love. Sure, he nearly failed me in biochem, but it seems his cheerier-now-that-we're-halfway-through-hell disposition took precedence yesterday. I hadn't exactly expected to react so strongly, but I wound up hugging him in the middle of the hallway. And by his expression, I'd wager he was a bit taken aback.
For some reason or another, I've recently taken a liking to midnight runs through College Hill. There's no better time to exercise, really. Though I have found that my home is the only one on the block with every light on at this time. My neighborhood must sleep more than I realized.
Courtney's tonight was fun. I've fallen in love with white pear tea. As well as Shelby who dressed as Santa Clause and delivered her sister from her "present sack." Hope my Thursday nights stay open for some time. Anyhow, it's homework time, I think. Do forgive the eclectic nature of this post. |
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Oh, the weekend. My four glorious days in the woods commenced with a moderately crowded busride. This is always the setting for several extended talks and "filler fun" shall we say. Arrival saw us from one cabin to the next, in search of cabinmates. We eventually situated ourselves in Cabin 2 with Leisl (yes, how quaint, I hardly remember the last time I stayed elsewhere), which also happens to be the cabin with the newest heater.
The first night called for a 2 am kitchen raid. Unsurprisingly, Tara, Patrice and I found ourselves still sprawled on the red leather couch come 5 o' clock. What would a weekend be without a little mischief?
I think I spent much of the retreat dancing, running, skipping, sleeping, reading and taking walks through the picturesquely iced trees. If the weather hadn't already done so, that place would take my breath away. We celebrated Elizabeth's seventeenth birthday with a massive marble cake, a few rounds of Taboo and some speed scrabble. And somewhere along the line, Stephan and I wound up in an hour long game of Egyptian Rat Screw at about 100 miles per hour. Let's hear it for addictions...
I found it all (from Bodie's talks to cabin devos) to be thought provoking and challenging. But more importantly, I think I found relationships strengthened. No better feeling.
Now I've returned to hell. And just as I was growing accustomed to a bit of serenity. Maybe I'll look for the devil's quiet room.Current Mood: okay Current Music: In open fields of wildflowers... |
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Nights of Broadway Auditions Part One. So much for redeemed my Matress audition. My voice certainly chooses the most inconvenient times to take a little vacation.
Nights of Broadway Auditions Part Two. Equally saddening. I probably could have done the dance had I learned it yet. But I hadn't. I suppose everyone needs their fair share of public humiliation.
Finals... could have gone better. Of course, my "screw this" attitude combined with an approximate 3 hours of sleep over the 3 day period may factor in there somewhere. But they're over now, so I think I'll not remember that.
After school on Thursday, Tara, Leslie and I ventured to the mall. That is, we got to the parking lot and slept in her car for an hour. Whereupon, Tara awoke us and the festivities began. Mostly dress shopping, or dress dressing at least, as the only clearance dresses were hideous. Somewhere along the line, Leslie went to work and Patrice joined us for a night of... adventure. Allow me to skip most of the detail, but we found ourselves driving through prisons and cemeteries (literally driving through this one, I lost the road a few times...). We also paid a visit to a convent, four coffee shops, a bar or two and the Warren. We really had planned to see a movie, but naturally we spent the movie time slot sitting in the car girl-talking, ghost-storying and plotting.
I've just returned from chauffering my brother to his haircut and who should I see but Matt Clary. His comment that I'd attended Robinson took me by surprise as I would never have recognized him. We talked rather briefly, but it sounds like Heights is treating him well (I didn't even know he was at Heights). It's a crazy small world.
Anyway, I'm off to the woods for four delightful days and I shall see you all at a later date. Do enjoy the break.Current Mood:  pensive Current Music: Hey Jealousy |
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Ah, so my lovely way to spend today began at Aunt Hattie's. You can't go wrong with umpteen hats, loitering Christmas decor and a free glass of chai. We plotted and planned all over the placemats, introduced Leslie to the House and bargained with the waitress. When we could no longer postpone our departure (though allow me to boast the fact that we weren't actually kicked out of this place), we shuffled into the January air and slush.
"Giving Tara and Patrice a ride home" quickly morphed into a visit to Aspen Traders that Leslie somehow tangled herself in as well. Though we couldn't afford the dirt on their shoes, we amused ourselves trying on eighty dollar camis and falling in love with forty-five dollar hats. Excluding Tara, of course, who is now ten dollars poorer and a lip gloss richer.
We then heard tale of a mega-sale and promptly left for The Icing. But it seems you can't get to The Icing without a stop by the dress section in Von Maur... and the shoe department... and creeping nearer and nearer to broke along the way. Funny, really, as our Icing stop cost us each a mere five dollars. Fifteen items for five dollars. Dear God, no better sales pitch on earth. I honestly felt like I was stealing. Though truthfully I'd not have glanced at much of my loot in a typical scenario. But today? Oh so much fun.
Eventually we abandoned our procrastination attempt and headed for our respective homes. Not that it's made a minute of difference in my finals preparation. Motivation's difficult to come by these days.
And the ice has taken its toll on my car. But I've already cried over it, so I'll be alright.Current Mood: good, not too stressed yet Current Music: I walk a lonely road... |
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And I sit in the basement of my grandparent's home. A) Because my own is an approxiamate 38 degrees and B) because I've taken over their computer. AIM still isn't working and while I'm suffering slightly from the disconnection to the world, I suppose I'll have some time for studying, no? Not that I've used any of my time over the past two days to do anything half as productive.
Wednesday, Leslie, Tara, Patrice and I went to Meet the Fockers. An amusing, though entirely sex-based film. And a little creepy to find that the large white haired man was Dustin Hoffman... We then ventured across the parking lot to Starbucks, though it still took me a good 5 minutes to get there as I was going slower than many of the passing pedestrians. A tall chai later, Peggy and Frances showed up and we spoke of tea and males and college tales. Until, as is tradition, they kicked us out.
Leslie was then returned to her parents, only 3 hours past curfew, and Frances and I ventured to Lauren's, who had most regrettably spent the day under house arrest. We stole her away to 129 N. Pershing where we did not watch a romantic comedy as planned, but engaged in cat fights on the kitchen floor, magnetic poetry on the fridge and fort-making by the light of the TV screen. Seeing as we had already reverted to our third-grade selves, we watched Matilda (it was this or A Little Princess, both of which actually sounded appealing at 2 am) and girl talked ourselves to sleep.
Morning finds the Steiner house sans electricity and Leslie called to let us know she'd joined the powerless ranks. Making that just about everyone in college hill, excluding the house across the street who finds amusement in mocking me with a full display of Christmas lights. But anyhow, we sang dear Hope a birthday melody and deciphered the words to Allouette.
I don't remember much of this day other than exploiting my grandparent's home for a hot shower and limited internet access. Bits and pieces were spent reading Wicked and ignoring my backpack. Thursday night the Huttons were bored, so we convened at Starbucks and deliberated over our "xxx" list that would create plenty of drama for the new year if ever it were found. We left when the caffeine had made its way through our veins and we felt sufficiently accomplished.
Though I've just crawled out of bed, I assume I'll get to studying sooner or later. Knowing me, I'd bet on the latter.Current Mood: fine Current Music: Ocean Avenue |
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Ah, so the last day of 2004 was spent primarily with family. The Huttons joined us at the park where we endured many a flash and they made the aquaintance of my uncle and his three girls. The sun abandoned its post due north for a hiding place beyond the horizon while we ran, sat, talked and plotted in the sand. Though I did rather prevent my uncle from speaking with Tara and Patrice, we had our own fill of excitement undergoing further maturity regression (so much as of late). From water fights with little ones to dancing in dog droppings to a 100 mph merry-go-round ride, twas a lovely way to spend the day. Until, of course, we assessed our tattered state and assumed the hygiene gods would be after us if we didn't spiffify before 2005.
So we went our separate ways. For an hour or two. After a much needed shower, I stopped by my grandmother's to wish the girls a happy new year and momentarily join in the fort-making, wrestling and festivities.
Arrived at Amanda's after scouting every Rutland Court in the neighborhood and ending up in the same one I first drove down. Apparently, I had shown up just in time to sit in the back of a truck for a very long period of time. Who needs to actually commute anyway? We eventually migrated to the basement for a game of hide and go seek... it seems the lights always have to go off down there, don't they? Though Tara, Erin, Alex and I chose the most conspicuous nook in the house, we managed to scrape by capture at least three times and gossip in the dark. On the floor. Behind a pool table. By the light of a cell phone. That's the life.
We actually missed midnight (we were closer by my watch) according to Amanda's microwave clock, so we hollered after a belated countdown.
Some couch sitting, Times Square watching, and Italian Sodas later, Kurt set the storm drain on fire. Yeeeeah. Who'd have guessed a sewer packed with dry leaves would catch fire when you threw a firework into it? Smoke billowed from the openings and filled the street. It was really rather picturesque, though the smell stayed in my hair all night.
Ran to Dana's for more basement talk. Because I only appeared around 12:30, I was in for a short stay. 1 o clock came, we were kicked out and teleported to Kalee's where several episodes of Nip/Tuck ensued. I've found that slicing and dicing aside, I quite enjoy the show. Though we were all half-asleep, so who knows. I woke up to Indiana Jones only a few short hours later and returned home.
I had entirely forgotten that Susan's wedding was this morning, so I threw together an old top and a new black skirt. If I was slightly miffed upon arrival about having to wake up on New Years morning, the sentiment had entirely dissolved by the start of the ceremony. When I get married, I want my wedding to be just like theirs. It was, in a word, beautiful. But who needs just one word? Sweet, romantic, personal, thoughtful, gorgeous and so forth. Sure, I didn't get to talk to her for long as she was practically ambushed by friends and family. But the time I did spend talking with her, she was beaming. And rightly so. By the looks of it, she's found the one guy out there who's romantic and sweet and caring and loving enough for her. And I couldn't possibly be happier for her.Current Mood: relieved Current Music: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing |
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Dec. 29
Spent with Brie, Andy, Kalee, Drew, Dana and Cecilia. Spanglish was interesting, though the spanish parts seemed to drag a bit, largely because I know some ten words in spanish. The mother was a nutcase, but Adam Sandler was more likable than I usually find him. But the night was a good one. And another in which slumber came somewhere around 3 am. Happy belated Birthday Brini :)
Dec. 30
Most of the day was reserved for family. A trip to my aunt's new house dropped many a jaw. Even the cousin-led 100 mph tour left me in awe. A lovely, lovely home filled with crazy relatives for the night.
Dane came by later (apologies, because she lives in the middle of nowhere) and met my cousins, at my mother's request. We eventually trucked to Stephan's house to watch him nearly burn the trees down with some hot air balloon idea of his. The Bourne Identity was equally dramatic, though it really only helped a bit in my comprehension of the second one. Good times. |
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Dec. 30th, 2004 @ 02:20 pm
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You know what I hate about having friends I love so much? I've got everything to lose. |
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