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| 11:25pm 08/05/2005 |
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mood:  content music: Russian Doll- Rialto
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That's right. Sophomore year is over. Alice has, once again, gone on sebatical from lj, but I am sure she will return one of these days. I am off to the motherland (Russia) for a year of study. Should be an experience. Currently, I am squeezing out my last two papers, then it's au revior to Bryn Mawr and privyet to St. Petersburg. So, for the time being, this is Th'Grinder signing off from patg. |
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| Sing it, don't say it! |
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| 09:55pm 20/03/2005 |
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mood:  tired music: Darling Violetta- Numb
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Sweet relief calms me down,
Makes me drown Lost and found,
Neighbours complain sheets are stained.
Hotel shower the best around,
Spacing from paris to new york,
Silver sunglasses, silver phone,
Connect us to someone, who doesn't know,
About these feelings we can't control,
People they want us to fall down,
But we won't ever touch the ground,
Cause we're perfectly balanced we'll float around
'Til noone is near, do you hear this sound?
This strange feeling captures us,
It generates this huge fuzz,
I miss you all the time I must face,
I miss your touch and your embrace. |
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| It's a hard-knocked life. |
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| 07:18pm 16/03/2005 |
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mood: Disturbed music: Sneaker Pimps - Tesko Suicide
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Most random evening EVER! List of randomness in order of appearence:
1) While preparing myself for a delightful urination, I turned quickly to lock the stall door. In the process I cracked my elbow against the "sanibag" container both sending sanibags fluttering to the floor and leaving my elbow welty and red. (I could have done without the noise as well)
2) Post shower, I glide into my room, lock the door and drop my towel to grab some delightful 100% cotton pink undies complete with a flower over the right ovary.(how precious). Mid-undie grab, my blind FLYS open leaving my nakedness for the world to see. I immediatly stopped, dropped and army-styled it across the room to get my towel, collecting lint and hair on my wet exterior as I went along.
I am positive there was something else, but, quite frankly, I am afraid to move. So, instead I am sitting here at 7:23 having touched not a single scrap of homework. Oh, what a life.
~Th' Grinder |
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| My sabbatical is over.... |
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| 05:05pm 24/01/2005 |
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mood: cheerful music: ghastly country music echoing down the stairs
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Well I am back, after what seems to be about a year-long hiatus from the livejournal. My only excuse can be working at summer camp all summer, followed by computer trouble in the fall and finished off by being one lazy ass person who procrastinates in everything and never follows up on keeping track of friends.
Kim I am sorry that I have failed you in posting and I will make a concerted effort in the future to update frequently. So here it goes:
Only one more full day of freedom and then back to the daily grind. I will be happy to be back but right now I am not really thinking about it. I can only say that it is a good thing that the break is not any longer because I am well suited to being a bum and could really get used to just living off of my parents. If anyone could make use of their money as a millionaire it would be me.
Well I think I will take it slow dipping my foot back into the waters of the livejournal and leave my update at that. /Alice aka Pepper |
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| 12:11pm 21/01/2005 |
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As much as I hate the cold, I absolutly love the crunch of snow under my feet. It's orgasmic to me in a way...like corn starch. Okay, I'm weird. Can't explain it! |
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| Back to the grind |
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| 07:02pm 19/01/2005 |
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music: what'ch waitng for-Gwen Stefani
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Back at school. Classes are picking up full steam and I have no free time again. My social life will NOT die because of reading. I am sorry! It just won't.
Hell week is approaching. I HAVE A HELLEE! Emily, my love...you are toast! You'll love every minute, I promise! :-D
So, classes...that's the update on my like. Rather sad if I do say so myself. Maybe more later. haha. |
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| DONE DONE DONE! |
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| 11:36am 16/12/2004 |
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WOOOOOOOOOOOOO! KIM IS COMING HOME KIDS! Fianls = done! |
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| Sophomore slump |
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| 02:56pm 13/12/2004 |
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mood: tired music: Left and leaving-the weakerthans
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Well, ladies and gentleman, Kim has finally fallen into a slump. It only took 20 years and 1 and a half years of college, but here she is.
I can NOT focus on anything. I have been writing a paper for more than a week now and researching for another for about a week as well. It sucks hardcore. I don't have any desire to work. The only positive that has come from this is the fact that I have managed to keep food binging at bay, so while everyone around me is stuffing their faces, I am doing the opposite. So, I suppose it could be worse. I am convinced I have ADD on top of things. I am going to get checked out by the doctor on friday, so we will all find out. God damn you to hell, Bryn Mawr. For your massive amounts of work, your papers and your exams. I am staying an extra day (so, till thursday) so I can finish these fucking papers. All I want to do is sleep...:( |
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| I have a magic toenail |
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| 12:06am 12/12/2004 |
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mood: calm music: Bucket of flowers porno mags- Consonant
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Mental constipation is beginning to slip away which thrills me. Maybe I can crack out this paper tomorrow...we'll see. I saw the Lighted Fools tonight (the improv/sketch comedy group on campus). They were good...though, I am still a wee bit disappointed. They were much funnier last year. Oh well, what can you do? Devin and Pau...rock my socks. They got me my very own ice cream making machine for x-mas. I am stoked. If it weren't so cold outside right now, and if I had a big freezer and if I had salt and ice, I would totally have made ice cream hours ago. Devin and Paulina...I love you both! Marry me. We'll people the world (somehow) with awesome uses. or something. Now, back to my paper. |
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| Another disappointment |
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| 12:33am 10/12/2004 |
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mood:  annoyed music: The Unicorns-Tuff ghost
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I was supposed to see Masha tonight and watch movies, order pizza, etc. Of course she didn't show. I shouldn't be surprised, but of course I am a little let down. Honestly. when is this girl going to get her head out of her ass? Who took her in? Clothed her? Fed her? Gave her a place to live over the break since she couldn't go home? She should really listen to her mother: "Masha. You are such a bitch! Why dont you spend more time with Kim? She's such a sweet girl. What do you mean you didn't write to her over the summer? You bitch!" Mother knows best, I always say. ANYWAY, after waiting around for 4 hours(and watching Varekai) I am going to watch "Life as we know it" and hit the sack. 2 papers to write tomorrow and a date. We'll see. |
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| It is.... |
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| 01:51pm 09/12/2004 |
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mood: content music: Denali-Hold your Breath
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THE LAST DAY OF THE SEMESTER! LAST CLASS! LAST CLASS! LAST CLASS! Granted, this last class is way worse than the firey furnaces of hell and afterward I have to work the Spectacular Spectacular Moulin Rouge themed dinner in the cafeteria (god give me strength. You Bryn Mawr bitches so much as start to piss me off and you are getting saliva in your food). After dinner it's a fun-filled night with Masha. FINALLY! We have been trying to do something all semester. So, we will walk to town , get some movies, chat in russian, order food, drink...wherever the mood takes us! I am thrilled.
Now...if only I could write those 2 papers. Maybe I will spend this last class writing a paper while she blabbers on... |
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| 09:39pm 08/12/2004 |
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FUCKING HELL! Writing papers with one day left in the semester blows! Tarkovsky...let's talk about Tarkovsky...good 'ol Andrei. He's a russian film maker (died from cancer) had lots of mental issues...mostly caused by his mother. Where does this get me? It gets me a 12 page paper about how he uses natural elements (particularly water and fire) to give his films a poetic movement. Lemme fill you all in...there is not enough brain juice in the world to clear up Kim's brain constipation in order to crank this baby out tomorrow. Meeeeeeeehhhhhhh.....
Can I go home yet? Is it May yet? |
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| Sudden onset of crisis |
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| 04:51pm 29/11/2004 |
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mood: annoyed music: Someone-Hooverphonic
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It has just occured to me, while blow drying my hair of all things, that I don't know how to date! I mean, how does it work now-a-days? When I thought about it (still blow drying) I haven't been asked out since 10th grade, by Dustin (or was that 9th grade?) and did he even ask me out? Justin? Wes? Patrick? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! Have I EVER been asked out? Does it just sort of happen the way it did with Ben and I? "So...are we an item...or what???" Escentially that is the way it happened. So does this mean that one night of cuddling or kissing leads to dating? What if it is just a complete freak accident and really you were just lonely and felt secure in the arms of a male? Does this mean you are dating? Who decided? If I were randomly hooking up with a guy nightly, weekly, whatever, does that mean we are dating, even if nothing is uttered by either of us in recognition? Would that be equal to swinger status? How do people decide to date? Does ANYONE ask ANYONE to "go steady" anymore? Everyone around me is finding that special someone (it's not even fucking spring people!) and I demand to know how things work! TALK!
I think I got stuck in 1996...
Yet another sign of how I am destined to be an asexual starfish.
AND MOREOVER, is there nothing more nerve racking than the first kiss? You both want to kiss but leading up to it makes you want to puke (hopefully not on anyone). Why is this? Is it just me? You fantasize about it...how perfectly it is going to happen, but them opportunity knocks, you freak and run the other way. Why is this? Am I alone in this boat? Dear god! I am going to do some russian. Fuck this shit...*walks off* |
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| An update for those I love |
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| 11:38am 29/11/2004 |
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mood:  sore music: Milk of Amnesia- Rialto
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To be honest, nothing exciting really happens to me, thus, I don't update often.However, to please myself and those around me, this is what is new in my life. The friday before thanksgiving break I had a wicked migrain and, among other things, overdosed on excedrine (which I have been popping like candy for upwards of 5 years, since no migrain medication on the market works for me). The result: a sick Kim throwing up anything and everything, including her stomach lining every 15 minutes or so for 16 hours, give or take, in a dorm bathroom. I was miserable. All I wanted was to be home or to take a warm bath. I got so desperate I got a little hand towel and sat on it in a hot shower for an hour, occassionally throwing up, of course. Thank god the shower is next the to toilet. It took me an hour and a half of planning just to make it from my bed to my window seat to turn my phone on and call home for help. hahah. I was a mess. SO, mummy rushed to the rescue and picked me up early. Of course, I had to do all my work that was due the week of thanksgiving early, so, half work, half vomit, but it got done. Once home, I relaxed and throughout the week I received accupuncture treatments. It hurts like HELL! My spine is even bruised because of the treatments.I don't care what anyone days about the needle being small and painless. Some of the points definitly sting. Plus, I hate needles. meh. I am not sure if the accupuncture is working, but it is all Ihave now, since medicine doesn't work. I am not allowed to take excedrine anymore...which sucks because my head is pounding ALL the time now. I can hardly walk. It sucks. Alas, that is life.
Other than this...school is busy. I can't wait for winter break. 2 1/2 weeks...hang in there Kim. |
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| 10:45am 11/11/2004 |
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mood:  pissed off music: Fiona Apple-The Child is Gone
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This is my life right now...except I have a vag and long hair.
Why is it that the professors at this school feel the need to assign everything and have it due on the SAME say?? I mean, seriously:
"Hey, Bob. How's it going?"
"Not too bad, Susan. Just drinking this stale-ass coffee."
"Very nice. So, when do we want all of our work turned in by?"
"How's the 18th?"
"Sounds nice. Very nice."
"Good, good. It's settled then."
Fuckers.
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| the swan sings only once in its life |
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| 10:02pm 01/11/2004 |
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mood:  gloomy music: Paranoid Android-Radiohead
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Halloween has come to pass and has brought with it many fond memories, among which is being accosted by Pedro from Spain while his main main kept Paula at bay (fucker!). I went to Boston and had a spectaculor time. Jon and Paula, I thank you both for a time well spent. Jon, your suite mate, Drew is a hottie. Paula, your roommate Morgan is a sweetheart, Fenagle a bagle, your saw rules.
I have come to the conclusion that you know you are sad when you download the the soundtrack to your favorite video game.
Life, as an update, since i haven't blogged in a long time, has been rather uneventful. My life is still relatively devoid of guys, which is a good thing I suppose if you don't want your heart to get broken, but, even that can be inevitable.Alas, that is life. I am missing home and my own bed. Most of all, I am just eager to get away from school for a while and the drama that goes with it, which is not to say there is not drama at home, but there is testosterone and that is what I crave more than anything!
Other than that... |
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| 01:11pm 06/10/2004 |
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I AM 44% ASSHOLE/BITCH!  I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart. Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me. |
You are Fish 'Tacos.' You might think you're
exotic and worldly-wise, but in reality you're
just a bunch of crap on toast. Repeat after
me: 'just because you put something in
quotation marks doesn't make it so.' And
'taco' isn't Spanish for 'toast.'
What Weight Watchers recipe card from 1974 are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Dude...i shit you not...the cafeteria served these last week |
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| penis names |
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| 08:21pm 28/09/2004 |
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music: Siamese Cities-Metric
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Your Penis Name is: Beefy McManstick
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