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Name: Vicki
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 12/14/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: I like to practice my Mandarish and Spandarin... hmm, maybe i should start practicing my English as well? I polish my toe nails a gazillion colors, play the paino solely to annoy older sibling, weave tons of friendship bracelets and beaded rings, with no friends to give them to,create oragami, DANCE, sing, i LOVE to read and shout 'EUREKA!'in the case that i happen to figure out the mystery on my own... and most importantly,this president spends all her time SPLIT-END SPLITTING!!! Plus, i ALWAYS give my special (docile)little dooga a big smooch right before any major event in my life--superstition. One last thing: Visiting Bruggemeyer on a daily basis... wink wink
Expertise: Doing the Chickabiddee Dance!! Speaking Whale. Detecting booger-flavored jelly bellies before it's too late.(learned the hard way). Staring at *drool* JOSH HARTNETT--notice how I capsed his name.
Occupation: Legal
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/27/2003
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| I'm sitting in lecture right now--RIGHT NOW-- on Locke and the Enlightenment and it's great fun, but my mind wandered back to Xanga for some reason unknown to me--and quite unrelated to the Enlightenment, I think. The lecturer just mentioned 'coitus interruptus' and I cannot help but Hehe a little. It doesn't help that someone close by is whispering rather audibly, "What's 'coitus interruptus?' What's 'coitus interruptus?'" And my sort of neighbor responds quickly, "Pull out! Pull out!" I'm certain the lecturer can hear. Lol--now there's a picture of a scantily-clad Voltaire on the screen, either pulling on his shorts or taking them off (for his little puppy's sake (who is situated dangerously in the line of fire), I hope the former! I guess I can afford to blog during lecture for the first time, I feel, since the school year has started b/c I actually have an inkling of what's going on. Man, remember those weeks on Islam and sufism?! Jeebers! But jeebers in a good way, definitely... =B!!
Fl'amour,
Vicki | | |
| That's me in my ultra spacious dorm room, with my dorm toys (my camel CAMU; creative, I know), cowering under a blankie b/c it's SO cold here! =))0D! Friday, I went to SF to watch an opera simulcast to the AT&T Ballpark? 'Twas great fun! and SO cold I thought it would rain ice cubes before the evening was over! I love. | | |
| I got Facebook, or, rather, it finally got me. I was just wondering how Facebook works? Can we simply write on people's walls, or is it like an online blog where the writer can post entries?? I'm going to go explore a little! Whee! Have a nice day!
And let me know what y'all are up to! Jen, if you happen to read this, I would sketch my roommate for you, but I don't know how I would get the picture to you--perhaps when we go clubbin' in SF with Freddie! LOl! I didnt forget! =)).
Hi WILLA and KARINA and STEVEN MA and everyone else I saw "post-China." Once I figure out how Facebook works, I shall respond properly. For now, xanga is the next best thing to responding quickly and efficiently! | | |
| Cognitively, i recognize that there are but just under 5 weeks of high school left, to be experienced sequentially and uniformly in a fashion similar to all years previous. However, in my experience throughout this entire final year, I've experienced milestones--college applications, then admissions, endless detentions (I know!) for tardiness to zero (on the topic of zero, nat quals in debate), and Prom--in a series of spurts, fleeting glimpses or snapshots of memories and images. It seems, with today being a perfect example, as though life has been occurring in uneven, but cyclical sequences: the Month of No Sleep prior to Homecoming, followed by a month of blissful, unequivocal relaxation (except for the regular tests and class assignments), resulting in panic attacks upon college application deadlines, which were again followed by weeks of happy solitude and uneventfulness. As the elation of finishing college apps ebbed, the Horrid Wait commenced powerfully and almost immediately. The happy solitude turned into dread, anxiety, and an overpowering fear and sense of powerlessness as i awaited my fate in the hands of admissions officers who were either young and going to respond positively (hopefully) to my allusions to Joaquin Phoenix, or were of an older sort and sure to be confused by my references. Basically, I found myself questioning and doubting everything... did i portray myself accurately? which Me did i want to portray? Ugh! Questions i should have answered long before submitting the personal essays. But then came the AHHh.. of Relief, much too long afterward. In the end, all of it, i think, was worth it. Even today's ridiculously difficult Bio exam (my proctor was fun, though. He was the same one i had for the French exam, which was very entertaining because of his completely unwarranted, paranoid threats an warnings about not disclosing any of the infomation on the test to outsiders, or the government would find out and shred our MC exam booklets). Others were confused, but I had a blast. I was sooo nervous about the speaking portion--heck, the entire test-- that his zaniness was a nice reprise.
The last 7 hours have also been a nice reprise from the mania of SAturday's prom; my ill-craf5ed, stressful, makeshift Mother's Day surprise (whereby i tried to multitask insane biology crammage and celebration with my mommy); and my high-adrenaline, pure epinephrine-driven state of exam-taking this morning. Again, events of consequence and worthy of memory seem to arrive in blocks. After bio, I went home before 7:30 for the first time in three weeks, worked on Academic Pep Rally for several hours, nearly finishing brochures (save the design, which Cale <3 is helping me design with her software), and passed out for another couple of hours, waking up so frightened and confused: because it was dark outside, with my light on, i thought that i'd fallen asleep again while doing hw, and missed debate entirely, again! Actually, it was 8 at night. Whew. From then till now, I've been struggling, due to the presence of acrylic nails, with navigating the web and composing my <> pour l'article de <>, which is a week past due (again, i know!). I'm in this strange state where senioritis has hit, but it's not the same strain that everyone else has, and i dont quite care to analyze it further.
Back to peeling acrylic nails, oh the burden! Typing up those thousands of names for APR was painful and near impossible, but it was nothing compared to my frustration at not being able to practice piano. I officially entered Competition Mode after two intense hours of hand-numbing drills on Friday, only to be interrupted by early morning Saturday Bio Finals Replacement (which is usu. when i practice) and the application of the Cursed Nails. Haha. The competition is in a little over 2 weeks, and i've already lost three days (today included) that i can't spare... I dont know how to take them off w/o yanking off my own nail. Arrg! Yeah, my recital didnt go very well due to extreme nervousness and the overzealous acoustics of the room in which i performed, and i'm afraid the same thing's going to happen 2-ish weeks from now.
I look hecka forward to watching Yellowface, and seeing my brother and Greg. wow, did i just say that i looked forward to seeing Eddie?! I guess there are a lot of things i want to ask him before college. Eesh. So butterflies-in-my-tummy about next year and the rest of this year, as well. =))).
I just realized that the manner in which i composed this entry parallels exactly the sporadic, interrupted pattern of my life as a Senior: I've been gazing off randomly between junctions of wonderful, non-stop thought flow and composition, and returning to add extra bits and pieces when i'm done being lost in a song or in an object in my room. I feel like stopping because i know no one even reads this blog anymore, but that's more reason for me to go on freely digressing and exploring uninhibitedly the phenomenal sensations I'm encountering as I dont konw whether to continue fighting and believing or to simply let it consume me, as this etude is.
I'm stuck in this state of total uncertainty and i can't mediate what i feel with what i know (or maybe they're one and the same, but i wont let myself believe it). I keep hearing that i should trust my feelings, but i've been pretty, embarrassingly wrong about these things in the past (I dont have very good instincts, as several ill-advised friends will confirm!) =)). But i think i'll let sleep decide that for me, as i dont want to accumulate yet another tardy (oh! to my hundreds!) for missing debate in the early morn!
To my French group: <> (ou quelque chose comme ca). Bon chance demain!
and also: I'm worried i wont be able to sleep b/c my chambermaid is too noisy! =D (By the way, i still can't believe that was a reading passsage... and the one about womb-envy and breastfeeding!! Can i get an 'LOL!') | | |
| My favorite things about New Year's:
1) New Year's Eve
2) Singing ugly at the top of my throat to 90s music and Auld Lang Syne, although I know almost none of the lyrics to this song, which ends up sounding strangely primal and animal-like, tribal even.
3) Falling asleep on Chub Chub and picking my shedded hairs off her when i wake up.
4) Listening to my all-time favorite friend/teacher-made CDs.
5) Movie-a-thon!! (When Harry Met Sally is a must!)
6) Cooking!
7) Looking forward to a brand spanking new year and feeling like anything is possible
8) Eating hecka lot
9) Feeling small.
10) On New Year's Eve, knowing January is just a day away. =)
11) Unexpected greetings.
12) And this year, END OF COLLEGE APPLICATIONS! (except one) lol. I know i procrastinate.
13) Also this year, knowing my mommy and Patrick will be home in 4 days <3
14) And, of course, shouting:
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
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