"Congratulations! I am very pleased to inform you that you have been selected as a recipient of the Community Involvement Award starting Fall 2006. I was very impressed with your work and potential to succeed at ______* University/Seattle. I personally wish to congratulate you on your accomplishments and thank you for the time and energy you put into the application process...The award will be $___* per semester..."You really know a quality smile when it lasts into the next day even. *Identifying and/or private details such as money stuff are usually omitted.
Labels: School
----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:
DATE:10/12/2006 04:03:00 PM
WOWEEZOWEE!!
Kelly Bean
DATE:10/12/2006 04:07:00 PM
I do so love you...thank you. :)
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Marion McCready
DATE:10/13/2006 01:53:00 PM
that's great, well done!!
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AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
TITLE: Ms. magazine names women who had abortions
DATE: 10/03/2006 10:14:00 PM
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BODY:
I should be writing my assignments that are due this week since there is a multitude of things I have to do this weekend (i.e. attend reunion, spend time with Kel, maybe hit up Van's girl's night out on Saturday, move on Sunday, allow J to pay for moving truck even though I'm all weird about the fact that it's really my problem to take care of, not his)...only Ms. Magazine sort of screwed that all up.
My favorite part of this article was when Ms. Brown of American Life League fame was quoted as saying "the evil practically jumped right off the page". Really? Did it bite you in the ass too because, if so, I hope it hurt like hell.
When I read that quote the first thought I had was witch trials...seriously, it's the first thing that came to mind. Something else that was stimulated and "justified" by religion which brought about nothing but hatred and (ironically enough) "evil" in the end (see also...pagans).
BTW: The article also mentions South Dakota's plunge off of the deep end wherein they're proud of their frenzied, scared support of abortion being illegal even in cases of rape or incest...of course, ya'll know how I feel about that.
One thing that strikes me, simply about this article alone is that entire "evil" thing...because that quote ("the evil practically jumped right off the page") just really stuck me in the wrong spot. Am I incorrect in the assumption that those who have a fundamental belief in Jesus, God, whatever it may be, allegedly believe when it comes right down to it that judgment is between an individual and their God? Am I wrong? If I am, may God, Buddah, Allah, She-ra or whomever, strike me dead right now. I have never once heard someone of this belief reasonably justify why being believers in a fill-in-the-blank-here religion translates into the assumption that they are the watchtowers of others' behavior...of why they feel they have the right to do what they believe their God does (judge others). Seriously...if someone knows where there is a rational, reasonable argument for that I would like to know. I really, truly want to understand why women are telling other women what/when/why/where to do with their bodies.
And, oh yes...you bet your ass I signed that petition on Ms. Magazine's website. (hint, hint...you can sign it simply in support as well).
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AUTHOR:
DATE:10/04/2006 03:56:00 PM
god, these people who call this "evil" are the same crazies who protest outisde with the poster size pictures and say that plan b is abortion. I think they have this ingrained image that if a woman has an abortion..or probably even is sexually assaulted, battered, or anyhing...that they should be utterly ashamed, destroyed and cowering in regret and guilt instead of the real truth which is that these women aren't buying into some bible thumping and are speaking out and rejecting the culture of blame/shame. i haven't really read Ms. mag...but this is an incredible statement.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Marion McCready
DATE:10/05/2006 06:28:00 AM
As someone who doesn't support abortion I certainly don't judge individuals and the choices they make particularly in cases of rape etc - I've no idea what I would do in that situation. Neither do I think anti-abortion has to be a religious thing, but I do think it is important that there are people who support the rights of the unborn child. Not that I agree with what and how it is said in the article, I guess the real issue is over whether a woman's right to control over her body is more important than an unborn child's right to life. But then many people don't view a foetus pre-20 weeks as a living being with rights - I suppose it comes down to how one views pre-20 week foetus' - just my opinion, no one has to agree with it.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
DATE:10/05/2006 07:31:00 AM
I completely agree that it doesn't have to be a religious thing-that's what I never understood about people that make it about that. I can respect someone's perception of life and what is right or wrong for them, we're not all going to believe the same things...I've just never been able to respect those who speak through a religion and judge others rather than just speak about how they feel. Kelly Bean
DATE:10/05/2006 07:37:00 AM
Luke-it's definitely an incredible statement. I was actually really surprised to read about it because if anyone has done something like that before, I certainly haven't heard about it.Labels: Daily, Dogishness, School
----- -------- AUTHOR: Kelly Bean TITLE: the difficult truths DATE: 9/24/2006 02:12:00 PM ----- BODY: something snuck up on me today as i typed word #691 in the 1,000 word essay that i have due by midnight tomorrow evening. it crept up on me, in the middle of my what-i-would-change-about-current-drug-policy musings, in the same manner that a bad cold does. i was horrified and disgusted with myself after it became clear. i. like. writing. papers. i do. creating ideas and finding information to back them up. thinking of ways to say and present something so that it sounds intelligent. organizing where it all should go. i enjoy it. then the actual root of liking it hit me as well, more like a smack in the face. it's like arguing under the wild abandon of knowing there is no one to argue back or disagree. it's like having an entire 1,000 words to be right in.Labels: School
----- -------- AUTHOR: Kelly Bean TITLE: until it's not red anymore DATE: 9/23/2006 01:39:00 PM ----- BODY: yesterday i reached the red zone of stress. it's possible that for a moment or two, i may have peaked into the black zone (cause, really, what's the next logical step after red?). after waltzing around in the precarious orange zone for weeks now (& ignoring it), it makes sense that it would only take one, single thing to tip the scales. it started when i got home yesterday to find the cable box on the house wide open with cable ends sticking out all willy-nilly like dead tree branches...not good. no internet=no access to online class. it could only follow that i would go inside to warily check my internet and find that, yes, it was no longer connected. to my detriment i automatically assumed that the new neighbors upstairs must have tried to hook their cable up to mine and therefore screwed it all up. i'm pretty positive that i immediately got that tense look on my face that can be sort of scary to anyone that is witness to it. tense look in full effect and the garbage bill in tow that i needed them to pay i knocked on their door. i've never spoken to these people with the exception of one time that i saw the wife in passing across the yard only to exchange a brief 'hello'. the poor husband opens the door to an uptight look on my face, demands for payment of said garbage bill and what i can only imagine must have sounded like veiled accusations that they went at the cables with reckless abandon while i was not at home. to his credit, he either didn't notice this or is a very understanding man because he quickly diffused the situation by explaining that yes, if i need the internet for school it is very important and that it is most unfortunate that the comcast representative whose task it was to set up their cable earlier in the day had no concern at all for mine. oh. in retrospect i must have had crazy (you might remember her) in check because he kindly offered me the use of his internet if i needed it for something until they fixed it. all might have been fine had my plans for the evening stayed in tact rather than crumbling all over as well. and that's when it happened. it's sort of like that rush you get on a roller coaster, or, if you've ever been in one, a racecar about 1 second after the gas pedal is floored, only it's not exhilerating or fun. your thoughts race something like this: my mother is going to make me feel guilty because i can't do what i was supposed to do with her tomorrow since i have to wait for the comcast guy now i have tons of homework to finish and not enough time to finish it i have six chapters to read by monday night and i have to take a test i have to find somewhere to move to because i can't afford to stay where i'm at because i'm not working any overtime because i'm going to school but i can't find anywhere to move because apt. managers keep telling me that it's a horrid time to try to find something to rent and i'm doing it all by myself and the brakes are going bad on my car and i'm trying my best it's not that i'm being a victim or making things harder than they have to be it's just a lot of stuff all at the same time and i just want to smoke a ton of cigarettes. like that. if you're me, your mother calls at the exact moment that you're freaking out, unable to breathe, sort of forgetting where you are and the next half hour is spent spilling over into the phone, crying, while she tries to calm you down. somewhere during that conversation you're sort of brought back to earth by her offer to come over if you need her to which helps you realize exactly how much you're freaking out. also if you're me, because there's nothing else you can think of doing and something must be done, you go on a walking rampage around the neighborhood. you walk when it’s almost pitch black dark out even though you’re a little wary of the boogeyman (who in this case is male, has no face yet, is taller and stronger than you). you walk until the crazy leaves your eyes and you are out of the breath it would take to cry anymore...until the dog next to you has obviously had enough of walking. you walk until the adult takes over again. i need to slow down and take things one at a time...really. i need to do things like drink tea and schedule quiet time. if i don't, my mother will be right about yet another thing...that i won't be as successful as i want to be at all this. ----- COMMENT: AUTHOR: Marion McCready
DATE:9/23/2006 05:08:00 PM
oh dear sounds like a bad day, when I reach that point of the red cloud decending over me the only thing I can do is lie down and try and sleep it off. Dealing with one thing at a time is definately the way to go, and you're doing great so far.
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AUTHOR:
DATE:9/27/2006 10:36:00 AM
I'd say a white after red, cause everything gets the 'couldn't give a fuck' rubber stamp. Those little white spells don't last long enough...
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AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
TITLE: something wonderful happened today
DATE: 9/19/2006 08:34:00 AM
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BODY:
before i even started work. before it had even hit 8am. it almost made me cry.
Grades for Week One PSY 493:
Postings I & II (14 total//7 pts each): 14 points total for this week’s postings
Written Assignment (13): 13
Comments: Good Job
i have an A so far. in the online class where you don't get to discuss assignments in class so that you understand every single angle of what is expected of you. in the online class where i really felt for the first two weeks that i didn't understand any of our assignments and was just writing about nothing that would be all wrong. the fear is turning into confidence.
what a beautiful way to start the day that i am at work after being on a vacation.Labels: School
----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:
DATE:9/19/2006 09:19:00 AM
Way to GO!!! love, p
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AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
TITLE: advance one space for making a friend...lose one turn for being unprepared
DATE: 9/11/2006 11:02:00 PM
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BODY:
despite the fact that i was aware that it would be a 15 hour day i was totally excited to attend my first actual live class on campus this evening. i had a notebook, i arrived early and i had even remembered to pick up a sandwich so that i wasn't passing out by 8pm. only problem was that i didn't know where to go-i had studied every single character and/or number on my class detail and nowhere did it provide me with a room number or anything.
luckily i ran into the director of my program on the way in, who kindly offered to show me where to go. i must have had that deer in the headlights look because i didn't even have to ask for the help. on the way up (in one of the slowest elevators still in operation on this planet) i find out why i didn't know where to go. apparently there is some type of email i'm supposed to be getting on fridays and in one of them was the classroom assignments. i do not get these emails. awesome.
i arrived at class early and in my excitement began immediately chatting with the girl i happened to sit next to. oddly enough it turns out she works right across the street from me. i'd made a friend right away. neat.
only when the chatting calmed down a bit did i start to look around and notice something alarming. books. textbook books in front of a smattering of people that appeared to be attached to this class. no, it's not odd to see textbooks in a class at school...i get that. the fact that i had no clue beforehand what book to get but they did was a little odd.
i inquired about this to my new friend. she said something about a booklist that i only half heard because i was already starting to panic a little (just a little). sorry...booklist? something else i don't get? what is this booklist you speak of and where, pray tell, does it hail from? my new friend efficiently helped to solve the dilemma by telling me how to get my paws on one (amazon). awesome.
the remainder of the class went great, with the exception of the briefest of moments on a break when despite my best efforts the vending machine laughed at me by refusing to take my money when all i really wanted was a lemonade to make me feel better about the fact that i had become overwhelmed all over again after going over the syllabus. had i been alone in the student lounge, that vending machine would have broken me down into tears. all i wanted was a lemonade...i really didn't think it was too much to ask for. thankfully i was not alone, and had the presence of mind to not be that girl that has to cry over something stupid and make everyone in the room feel ridiculously awkward.
eventually, i calmed down about the overwhelmingness of it all and found my comfy spot in that class. it's essentially about therapeutic styles and counseling techniques...we had a rousing discussion of ethics in counseling as well. sweet. i know this...i've been there and done this stuff.
although, i never did find out where to get that flippin' phantom booklist.Labels: School
----- -------- AUTHOR: Kelly Bean TITLE: i want to poke my eyes out DATE: 9/09/2006 08:23:00 PM ----- BODY: i'm not kidding. i've written four papers today. four. i have been doing this since 10:30am...it's now 8pm. WTF!? oh...wait...i'm not even done. i still have one more left that since i can't possibly form any more intelligent sentences for today, i have to do tomorrow. no, it's not going to be like this every week...at least i don't think so, of course i haven't even been to my other class yet to see how much will be piled on. since i'll be gone for four days next week having fun, i must be punished during the entirety of this weekend. my eyes are a little swirly, i'm not quite sure that i'll be capable of speaking to another human the rest of the evening and i'm a little afraid to venture outside. i would have preferred a nice flogging in place of how my day was spent today.Labels: School
----- COMMENT: AUTHOR:
DATE:9/10/2006 01:41:00 PM
i would have preferred a nice flogging .... Kelly Bean
DATE:9/10/2006 04:30:00 PM
Ah-I should have called you then!
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AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
TITLE: lem's panic
DATE: 9/07/2006 01:15:00 PM
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BODY:
a while back i planned a BBQ at my house. prior to the event my best friend piglet dutifully marked the day on her calender so she would be there. unfortunately i had to reschedule it for a later weekend so she crossed it off and put it on the appropriate weekend instead. her fiance' was looking at this calendar one day and on the day that had been crossed out mistakenly read it through the pen lines as "lem's panic".
we found it fascinatingly hilarious that he would assume even for a moment that "lem's panic" would be something she might schedule.
it's been added to the cache of personal jokes we have together that no one else would really understand or probably even think funny if it were explained to them.
well...lem really IS panicking now.
it has hit me smack in the face (ouch), how much work i will be doing when i'm in school. juggling everything-work, school, j, friends, family, bills, sadie. today i have been overwhelmed at the thought of this. and i don't say this to take away from the fact that i'm happy that i'm doing this because underneath the panic is a wealth of excitement still. i think i just neglected to mentally prepare myself for this, and it has snuck up on me. i believe i may have had to swallow my heart back down where it belongs at least 20 times so far because the anxiety is a little much.
for a wild second, i thought of dropping a class to make it easier (i think for even a milli-second i doubted whether this is what i really wanted to do-though i hate to admit it). i've forced my brain to tell itself at least a hundred times today this is nothing, you're capable of this and much more. a friend at work, having seen what must be a crazed look in my eye every now and then, has said the same-she's doing the same thing, school and work all full time (thank you).
certainly, don't get me wrong or confuse my words-i so want to be in this position. i am not going to quit-i am not going to chicken out and try to avoid the hard stuff. i'm going to attack it like i've attacked nothing else in my life so far.
i just realized that it will take me a while to find my comfy spot in all this, is all-that comfy spot where the anxiety and doubt changes back to strength and confidence. and i will keep reminding myself that i can't be afraid to ask for help (a weakness of mine)-because that will get me to the cozy spot a little more efficiently.Labels: School
----- -------- AUTHOR: Kelly Bean TITLE: 's' stands for sweeet DATE: 9/01/2006 09:19:00 AM ----- BODY: it also stands for school. it stands for the school that moved locations without telling me. i found this out yesterday when i went to my orientation. of course, i could have realized this had i looked more closely at all the forms that have been faxed back and forth for the past few weeks...but, oh well. thankfully billy bean was still at work and kindly helped me when i called to ask for computer assisted directions. i arrive to find that they have moved down by the waterfront (!), next to the old spaghetti factory. perfect. it isn't until i enter the building and see the 'newness' of the facilities, desks, etc. that i begin to feel, not excited...but intimidated. just for the briefest of moments. it's been a long time since i sat in classes, and when i last did so, it didn't feel this serious. i wasn't facing a huge student loan with my name on it. i felt young enough to where if what i had been doing didn't work out, i could always just change classes and do something different. it was community college after all. this place has 'university' in the title. things are serious here. i choose to push the intimidation aside by reminding myself that my potential and my awareness that i am meant be in this field are my badges showing that i belong here. i check myself in and am led to the room for orientation-i am one of only a handful of people in the room because i have arrived wildly early. the room is filled with those half-assed desks with tables that one can move up or down...you know, the ones you were probably forced to use in high school where the tables attached were so useless that if you were like me and never threw anything away (especially not the triangle-folded notes from friends) and had a huge notebook, it would continually slide off the table? those desks. i sit down at one of them and because the room is so empty it feels strange and lonely. sitting there, i notice that i feel sort of like i did in high school as well...strange and lonely. fascinating. someone looking official comes into the room to see if the handful of us there already would like to go get our student ID's. this is the moment that the pure, raw excitement comes back that i've been feeling for the past few weeks. i want that student ID. it will say 'student' with my name on it, and will be complete with a really bad picture that i will wish for the entirety of my time here that i can take over again. it's the tangible badge that says i belong here. of course, my student number is not on the sheet, and so i am told i must wait. as it nears 6pm the room begins to fill up with people of various ages and from various histories. complete with their presence the room starts to feel more cozy...after all, most of them are psychology students from one degree or another, and psychology people are always a little more cozy than the average person. i meet the director of my program, and the registration guy, whom i have been communicating with via email and fax for weeks...it's nice to know what they look like, that they are actual people and not just a voice on the phone. they remember me, and they welcome me with a warmth that is rare of school officials based on my previous experiences. i am used to dealing with the embittered registration assistant that when you ask them for help stares at you as if you might be their next meal. people are nice here. i sit through orientation and they talk about general stuff...library stuff, resources available, financial aid stuff, student govt. stuff. it's run of the mill school talk but the entire time i am exhilerated to be hearing it. i hang on every word they are saying. it's then that i notice something i hadn't noticed before. i can breathe here. my first comm. college experience started at shoreline comm. it was horrid. half my graduating high school class started there as well...it was a bunch of suburban kids and the breakdown of diversity went something like this: 5% Other 40% Asian American 55% Caucasian horribly boring. yes i actually was pysically breathing the entire time i was there, but the only way i can describe it, is that i felt like i couldn't. so, when i walked into the next school i went to, seattle comm. on capitol hill, that's what i was looking for. and the minute i stepped in, i could breathe. that's how i knew that i should be there. i am surprised that i didn't notice it before. it's then that the pure, uncontrollable excitement turns to a fuzzy and warm calm. and i think to myself, i am supposed to be here. i belong here. i'm going to do better than i ever thought myself capable of here. when it is time to go, i am able to get my student ID. and i adore it the entire way home...even though i happened to be wearing pigtails that day and they will be stuck with me in that picture for eternity.Labels: School
----- COMMENT: AUTHOR: K
DATE:9/01/2006 10:45:00 AM
Um, I know I should comment on all of your school stuff and how exciting it is...buy you said, "Spaghetti Factory" and I've been distracted ever since.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Marion McCready
DATE:9/02/2006 01:00:00 AM
argh student ID's - nearly as bad as passport photos!
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
DATE:9/03/2006 02:39:00 PM
Let me just say that it was all I could do not to make a beeline FOR the spaghetti factory when I went to the thing. I get it. :) Marion McCready
DATE:8/20/2006 04:35:00 PM
hmmm it's hard eh? I remember when I said I told my family I was going to uni (I was 22), I didn't get much response from them until I passed my 1st year and they realised that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. When I told people I was doing a postgrad in philosophy last year, everyone was like - 'what's the point in that'...people can sure be unhelpful! Worst of all was when I got engaged (I was 16) my mother cried when I told her - not from happiness - and my family said we wouldn't last a year married, now it's 10 years later and I get to slag them all off about it!!
**argosy university, today you allowed me to feel as if i'm not wasting my life away in a customer care center by accepting me into your psychology program. if it were possible to hug a school, i would have hugged you all day today.
**by the time i boarded the ferry for west seattle on sunday morning, i was just about pirated out (not to mention in bad need of a shower) but the renaissance faire was so fun and it was nice to spend some time with my mom & greg. the hours and hours that my mom and i spent making a dress paid off because i was cute:
as was everyone else:
we got to be the entertainment as our group was sort of 'under' another group as performers, so we sang songs on stage and shot off cannons to start everything off. absolute favorite? the troll that hung out under the bridge grabbing people's ankles as they walked by. sadly, my ankles never got grabbed however, at the prodding of my mother, i did get a picture with the troll (which, of course, refuses to load right now-if you head to my flickr badge below you can find it). it was so fun, i might even go back next weekend.
**it's only tuesday and i am facing three more days of sitting at home alone working on emails. i'm not quite sure i'm going to make it through. seriously. by about 1pm i'm ready to start knocking on neighbors doors just to be able to look into another human face for the briefest of moments (before they slam the door on me because i'm just staring at them with glazed eyes). i don't think working at home for an entire week is good for ANYbody.
things are okay right now.
Labels: Daily, Fun, School, Work
----- COMMENT: AUTHOR: K
DATE:8/15/2006 09:46:00 PM
Heh. I think you may miss us. Your desk is too quiet anyway, COME BACK!
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
DATE:8/15/2006 10:08:00 PM
I do miss you guys. And as lonely & weird as it gets I'm just not willing to let go of the following things:
DATE:8/16/2006 09:11:00 AM
The Ren Faire looks like so much fun! So many people are natural performers that it's great to have such an interesting forum for it. You are way cute!
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
DATE:8/16/2006 09:39:00 PM
My pat-someday you will have to come to one. I suspect you would have a raging good time.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Marion McCready
DATE:8/17/2006 07:05:00 PM
It sure looks fun, my husband would be sooo into that - I think he thinks he was born in the wrong century! I like your pretty flowers - it's so nice when someone buys you flowers though I'm normally good at killing them fairly quickly!
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
DATE:8/18/2006 07:47:00 PM
Sorlil-It seems like maybe they would have those sort of festivals in the UK, no?
DATE:8/20/2006 04:22:00 PM
not often and they're normally held down in England - we get our Highland games instead!
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Marion McCready
DATE:8/20/2006 04:24:00 PM
oops the above anonymous comment should say 'sorlil said...'!
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AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
TITLE: run down
DATE: 8/06/2006 02:31:00 PM
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BODY:
-if you are now sort of my friend again after not being for so long, thanks. it's nice that there are positive thoughts to take the place of the negative. i needed that. things really do happen because they're supposed to and they happen at the exact time they're supposed to happen. the universe is nice that way because i realized recently that if one just lets go, the world does the hard part of it all.
-if you have sort of checked out in general & only have time for a new girlfriend-that's whack. that's like 7th grade whack...and i can say that because that's how i used to act at that age. not at this age.
-school, you can respond any time now. really. the fun part of the waiting is over-the newness of this part of the process has seriously worn off. i continue to feel like a slacker, and i owe it all to you.
-unbelievable, that you would have time to do actual activities with friends but not with me. that's even more whack than having friends that stop talking to you when they start dating someone. that's okay too though. i will find other people to do fun things with if i must.
-i'm completely over all the hydro hype. really. does seattle really need a reason to sit around all day and drink? blue angels that i can see from our window on the 4th floor (would have been even better if i could have made it out to lake washington for an up close view but that's ok, maybe next year)-yay. a bunch of drunks boating on lake washington & hanging out everywhere all day? no thanks.
that's all.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR:
DATE:8/07/2006 07:28:00 PM
Am i in another subset group? I didn't quite recognize myself but then again, it's possible. Let's make another date so i can get off the list if i'm on it! love you.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Marion McCready
DATE:8/08/2006 02:39:00 AM
friendship is a double-edged sword, my so-called best friends in the past have hurt me the most, now I have a few genuine friends which are worth more than all the 'best friends' I've had in the past, but I'm always cautious with how much of myself I share with other people and make sure I don't make myself too dependant on or vulnerable before a single person or a couple of people because it puts too much pressure on the friendship and it raises the stakes of them letting you down which ultimately they're bound to do through no fault of their own but because of unrealistic expectation on my behalf
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
DATE:8/08/2006 11:40:00 AM
P-we covered this in email my dear. :)Labels: School
----- COMMENT: AUTHOR: K
DATE:7/18/2006 07:54:00 AM
As a former "perma-student", congrats! I'm excited for you.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
DATE:7/18/2006 01:35:00 PM
Thanks...I'm trying to find a way to loop the system and just go to school the rest of my natural born life in order to dodge student loans forever. :)
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: K
DATE:7/18/2006 01:37:00 PM
Oooh, that's smart. I fear they will be the death of me.
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Kelly Bean
DATE:7/18/2006 05:01:00 PM
I fear no one. :) (Well...not really)
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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: elaine x
DATE:8/04/2006 02:26:00 PM
end of an era ... and visions of this so-called ethereal bliss ....