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BANANABOARD! [13 Aug 2006|03:46pm] It's been a long time coming, and now it's finally here. A new BBS is upon you; will you join it? Fantastic. Friendly. Fruity. BANANABOARD! 7 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

'cause people are all the same, and we only get judged by what we do, personality reflects name... [11 May 2006|09:11pm] The year's basically over. And it certainly did fly by. This semester was so so so much better than the last, however. And so nice for it to have gone by. I'm really looking forward to next semester- I'll have class with AMAZING people in MAN and ACC and LYC... as well as P1, if I make it in *crosses fingers*. Karen and I have virtually the same schedules, so that's nice. We'll wake up together...and by together, I mean I'll wake up an hour earlier. She just gets out of bed and VOILA, she's set. Katie, you'll be glad to know that I have class with my "future husband" for management. I also have three classes with serena- AWESOME!!- one with julia, one with koby, one with alex....lots of wonderful people. I can't wait. I mean, honestly, my schedule's rather super: -no classes before 11 AM -no Friday classes -4 BHP/ 1 ADV/ 1 OTHER (modern dance, whee!) -creative? yes? please? *crosses fingers* Speaking of the creative program, my aplication's in...if you can call it that at all, mind you....I simply await Monday. that's the magic day. it's like signing up for sweet, sweet suicide. you know it's impending doom- but it's so wonderful, you do it anyway. and I want do to UBC. and comm council. and be more involved in ambassadors. oh, someone kill me. eeeek. but I can't wait, I really can't!! my classes are over, save for an MIS final on Saturday. I can fail it and make an A. this does not offer me much motivation to prepare for it properly, even if I love MIS. I'm actually not kidding on that one :O so, here comes the summer... I'll be busy, and when I'm not busy, I'm already being ordered to Dallas. I really do love my friends :). They said that if I don't visit them, they're coming over here :O. dundundun. and quite a few people are staying for UT summer classes, so I'll get to see them, I hope/think... it runs by, and it's so so nice. and I can't WAIT for X-men: the last stand. and the davinci code. and the next POTC. and OoTP (THEY CAST JAMES!! ROBBIE JARVIS!! O.M.G.! YESSSS!). hence, this summer equals: movies with katie/elise/evey + hanging at UT + interning + studying for KLEP's + Julia's/Zack's/Karen's when I can = YESS! 5 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

So lonely before I finally found...what I've been looking for. [07 Mar 2006|10:35am] It's been a few eons since I've written in this. Second semester is a whirlwind. Then again, when is it not, regardless of how its spent? I'm adjusting more now that I have a set group of friends I can be assured won't abandon me for not attending every group event. I'm back up to a crazy work schedule...however, not being as used to it as of late, I overdid it, and made myself sick. Now I've got a fever, sore throat, loss of voice, cough, and headache. The saddest part of this is, I haven't the time for it. There's too much to do. I'm continuing to make friends, which I love. My BA324H class reminds me of my HS classes- a class in which I know virtually everyone and thus spend the 10 minutes before it starts flittering about the room, saying hello and hugging. I really, truly missed that, and am glad to have one class reminescent of those days. I've been invited to join the Graduate Program in Advertising at UT. Yes, I'm a Freshman. But apparently every year the department is allowed to choose a few students to be allowed to take grad courses while remaining an undergrad. I may fail miserably at being a BHP student but apparently ADV's my thing. Well, good. I love advertising. It's like....getting a grade for what I would do in my free time, anyway. :) This excites me. I'm really looking forward to spring break. Resting, feeding ducks with Evey, hanging out with Mom, constructing my idea journal audition piece for the creative sequence... if only this week were over! Not that this is too bad a week. It's the double back-to-back tests on Friday that don't seem to appealing. But eh, it shall come quickly, and when it does, I'm going to spend some time doing nothing at all. Preferably with ice cream. Fabulous. For my BA class we had to find out our personality type and what it means. Now we all refer to each other by that. Such as: "You're being such a J!" and "Hah, feeling a bit shy, ISTJ?" and "E's...all they do is talk." I found out I'm an ENFJ, and the accuracy of the analysis I find scares me almost...eerily accurate. Down to the having abundant bandaids ready to throw at anyone in case they're needed, haha. What I really want to do is have a non-stressful rest of the semester (yeah, right); contemplate about why I suddenly love MIS; and get to work at Kolar, the latter of which excites me to no end. I mean, seriously, I might be put on the SUBWAY ACCOUNT! That would be so, so fun. 5 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

no one to tell us no, or where to go, or say we're only dreaming... [29 Jan 2006|04:40pm] contrast. isn't it a fascinating concept? black and white, salt and pepper, happiness and sadness... then there are the paradoxes: so cold that it burns and so hot that it's icy to the touch, solitude among many, what is both singular and plural, depressingly happy, and so forth. there's no point to that angle, actually, I was just contemplating it and how amusing contrasts/paradoxes/oxymorons are. and ambiguity. and multiple meanings- often incorrect- extracted from said ambiguity. :) "every turn a surprise, with new horizons to pursue, I'll chase them anywhere, there's time to spare, let me share this whole new world with you..." aladdin = love. evey's birthday was a success, I think. actually, the whole weekend was lovely. as per usual, today is designated to playing catch-up...but that's all right. I'd rather be overly productive today than have missed what happened over the past two days. I love these people. no, really, I do. so much so that that I am avoiding most capitalizaiton errors in this text....purposefully so. a-maize-ing (grace). speaking of ambiguity, I could use a translator. well, not a translator. an interpreter. there, that would be lovely. does anyone interpret? I would explain further, but that would defeat the purpose. I bet richard thompson would be fabulous at it. aaaaah if I didn't have "bonding" (would that be ionic, polar, covalent, or other for you this evening, sir?) with my MIS textbook this evening, I'd sew. well, that's a lie, actually, I much prefer natural sunlight and night implies otherwise. but... *bites lip* eventually I'll do the red dress thing. it's just that it still scares me. but at least I have a more definite idea now- circle full bottom, victorian half-mirror line, reg hem (urgh to lettuce-leaf hemming, it's so...blah), with four front seams. and a giant bow in the back. because I love bows. and sewing. aah, where's karen, I miss her :( mmh, my shuffle mode just turned to britney spears, who told me that "thinking of you keeps me up all night." should that be applied otherwise, it'd be hillarious. and unfortunately true. backwards, naturally. do you think lines are confining? 4 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

baby, to be number one, you've got to raise the bar! [21 Jan 2006|12:00am] AND WE'RE BREAKING FREE! We're soooooooarin', flyyyyin', there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach, if we're trying, so we're breakin' free! Oh, darn. Here comes a new obsession: Disney's new High School Musical. And it's timely, because the Dobie Talent Show is coming up, and I HAVE to enter it this time. I know, you Sliceans will tell me I've been saying I'd do it for years....but I'm finally out of high school...I need to get over my fear and do it, because I love singing so so so much...and I'd love to do "breaking free" or "when there was me and you" or "start of something new". Sure, it'd be more fun to do as a duet with a boy, but I do think it would be hard to find someone. I think it would have to be a Dobie resident. Che. BUT- I want to do this. And I am prepared to beg for the soundtrack, which has a karaoke version of Breaking Free, so it's PERFECT, I tell you, perfect! So, goal: gather courage and just do it. Karen plans to juggle, and I bet she'll place, because she's really great at it :). The whole movie's really catchy, I highly recommend it. Best yet since Pixel Perfect, I think. Okay, so, tomorrow I go get raquetball equipment and ADV325 equipment (journal and associated materials), practice driving, homework, and a club o night. Super! Then homework all Sunday, ELC LG training Monday, Raquetball Tuesday, Ballroom Dance practice as often as possible all evenings of next week, Karen leaves for Seattle on Thursday,working on birthday gifts..... yay! And homework the whole week long, but of course. I am still working on doing a backflip, by the way. My current goal is to bend backwards and touch my head to the floor without any use of hands, and to get bakc up without moving my feet at all. I'm actually just a few inches off, maybe a short pencil away. Then I'll try propelling backwards. More super-ness. "YEAH WE'RE BREAKING FREE!" ( survey stolen from han ) 8 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

life- it can twist your heart, put you in the dark, I was cold and lonely. doubt- it can close you.. [18 Jan 2006|08:10pm] "Didn't know where the answer would be... right in front of you, right in front of me, we were looking for somehow, somewhere, but couldn't see, that the love was always there, still around us everywhere. I had to fall to finally see that you were right in front of me..." I love this song. To be honest, I love it for its fabulous violin introduction and finale...it's this really cool A-minor scale that jumps around a lot and...*sighs happily* it's gorgeous. I'll have to figure out the notes soon and then write them into the finale notepad, handy thing. Well, I'm back. And I certainly got what I asked for- insanity! I literally didn't get a real breath of air until a 10-minute refrain around 3:30, but I only got back at about 6 o'clock. Continuous activity from 8:20 AM to 6 PM....it's like senior year! Except with more running around and less snapping out "ALL WORKERS ON D4, HURRY IT UP, THE PLANT IS GOING TO KILL US!" Hah. But I'm quite excited. I get to be Art Director for a fashion magazine Amanda's starting that I'm helping out with; I think I'm trying for CommCouncil; applied to be a LG for the ELC in February; Ambassadors this semester- training starts; will apply for Senior Fellow Program in Feb. and the Creative Portfolio Sequence in April. *exhale* Yes, it's excessive. Yes, I'll complain about it to death. Yes, I love it. Ridiculously so. I think I was meant to be an overly-busy psychotic nut :). Trey, darnit, next time Kendall leaves the room, go with him and be social. For your own sake. And mine, for I miss you! Danielle, darling, we WILL do something again soon, sorry for not calling you today, I have 98742394798234732 pages to read for 4 classes. I have to make an idea journal for ADV325 class. It seems like SO much fun. I'm excited. Kind of... ecclectic webdesign without the coding. Although I could write HTML in it! Now there's a thought! Fun! 5 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

"You were right; It was neither." [14 Jan 2006|10:05pm] I walk out of Tristan and Isolde this evening as always after such a film- longing. And, for once, that utterance is not on behalf of the hopeless romantic but rather on that of the aspiring cinematographer, and the historian (perhaps historiographer). The scenery was lovely, the acting true. Why why WHY am I alive in a century in which my voice has to carry the sullied tarnish of the everyday accent, devoid of an Irish lilt or Britton's monotonous beauty? Why is it that the days of multiple-foot-long braids of golden hair are over? And seriousness, what of that? What of sitting alone, watching the sea- or stars, for that matter. I loathe the restraint. Freedom is never quite achieved for someone who longs to be not somewhere else, but somewhen else. Why is it that everything must be roared about with laughter instead of golden, companiable silence, or those few dramatic words that ring with great power. Why is it that one can escape from that for only a few hours at a time, not even alone, and only vicariously at best? It is like a burning rope, and every grasp that takes hold upon it is temporary, for the fire spires upward, inevitable. I wish it were otherwise, but it remains a selfish want, and an obviously unattainable one. Those times of princes, chariots, and fair maidens locked in towers are far over, and surely glorified- what we see as such Medieval times most likely never had such crushing elegance. *shakes head* Coming back to the present, I started Angels and Demons today, which was a foolish thing to do because my mind, naturally, is fixed upon it and nothing else (inconvenient, considering there's packing, studying, and dancing about arguments to be done). It's brilliant so far, and I am happy to add ambigrams to my lofty "gram" list. At least puns are still about, though scoffed at. Of course a gram list would be lofty....unless it was, of course, a whole other type of gram :). Anagrams will most likely continue to top that list, however, for my talent with ambigrams is sure to be insignificantly small (though I will, of course, try my hand at it, for resistance to that is futile). I leave for campus again tomorrow- exile ended, and the weights upon my brow cease to exist for another short while. It is cause for excitement, personally, for the tension in this household is reaching an unbearable height, and I find myself most anxious to run away from it. Cowardly, yes; but necessary, also yes. I haven't the weaponry needed to fight it, so I run. I can't see any stars tonight. It's disconcerting me championly. Where are they? 11 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

don't want to go back to that place but don't have no choice, no way... [13 Jan 2006|07:16pm] Can we work it out, can we be a family? I promise I'll be better, I'll do anything...In our family portrait, we look pretty happy. Let's play pretend and act like it comes naturally. In our family portrait we look pretty happy, we look pretty normal, let's go back to that. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of my life at home, that song. I've been playing it on loop. Maybe someone will hear it and do something about it. HOWEVER This has been one fabulous Friday the 13th. To make a long story short- today I had to shortest interview ever to get an internship, and within the half hour, nailed it. In fact, they asked me immediately when I could start working, for fear of some other advertising firm getting me first. That makes me feel SO excited, considering this is a great firm: Austin-based and local, but with big-name clients like Dell, Wal-Mart, 3M, Subway, Fuddruckers, Baylor Univeristy, and more. They- Kolar Advertising- (http://www.rjkolar.com/) will be my new home from May 22- July 22nd. And to top the cake's amazing icing layers, the Vice President of the agency said they'd love for me to work during the next school year, too, and I haven't even started yet, goodness! What if I was a complete failure? But they seem to have confidence in me, which is great. And it's a paid internship. And they usually only take juniors, at the youngest. So, I'm kind of ecstatic right now. Kind of being very. :) //edit OMG HAN, I was going through my old journal and found this, dated 6/23/04: "So we went to the mall yesterday because we wanted to pick up some guys while Hannah's in town, because it's, like, the COOL thing to do. So we met this guy in front of Cinnabon...his name was Dave Rogers. But, his nickname is JARVE. He was so suave, a real hit with the ladies- (us)- until that jerk LEFT US for some blonde girls in miniskirts in front of Abercrombie. JARVE, YOU JERK! Anyway... Later that evening, "after we got home", and after we got over our traumatic jarve experience, we played- and by we, I mean Han, Evey and I- a long game of scrabble. During this process, we included two new words! SHOEFLA and YUGOSOVQ. They're both new dance moves, but the YUGOSOVQ is the most intruiging one. We also made sundaes, and told mean Jarve stories. We've decided his name is synonymous for jerk. For instance, if someone bothers you, you can just say: "WHAT A JARVE!". 13 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

e to the x dy dx, e to the x dx... [08 Jan 2006|04:20pm] I'm back in Austin! It was a fascinating sociological study of Frisco... such a planned-out city! Frisco and Plano all have parallel and perpendicular roads. Shops are all stuck together in insanely large clumps. Nothing is really out of the ordinary. This made it much more convenient and easy to navigate about, but to be honest, I prefer Austin (or South Austin, anyway) in terms of its irregularities :). I've been practicing my driving more and have concluded it's rather blah. I'd rather walk. Or have Evey drive me around, mwuahha- she's getting her liscence in February, which will be cool (she can come visit more often!). I'm quite excited about getting back to Dobie, back into routine, seeing my friends, seeing Karen, textbooks, walking... I do enjoy being at home, but like Peasley stated a few weeks ago, it's just upside-down. I was upset upon my return from Julia's spartanly-beautiful home that my room is, conparatively, a mess. Thus, I'm going to totally clean it out. Yes, I know, I tend to say that and not do it, but seriously, I WILL! I will! I would like to take everything down from the walls and redo that, too, with less, more sophisticated design. I've got ideas. I wish I could paint the walls. But I'll work around that. I'm thinking it would be cool to tack up some large pieces of fabric! But then I'd have to move the furniture... so... that may take some convincing and smiles for dad. But I do want to clean. I love cleaning. Katie, I know I should be calling you. I will as soon as I feel alive, haha... I'm not quite there yet. And I'm in cleaning mode. And the like. And yep. Tomorrow's Evey's winter dance recital at Bowie, so I plan to go... and sometime this week I'll probably hang out there for a day, give Ms. Cook a hand with yearbook, hang out with Hebert, and so forth and so forth. :) Friday I have to go to campus for a mandatory orientation session for the comm school, which I am finally officially a member of. Yay! Now I'm a legitimate double-major. New Year's resolutions are to learn to say no, try to be less sensitive and overanalyzing, let go of high schoolers who STILL drive me insane- and the million and one comments that go along with that that the club O gang are tired of :), and be a more focused, dilligent student (basically, back to H.S. for that one). SO, yes. I do plan on doing them. And continuing to improve my posture, balance, etc... and to sew a pair of ballet flat slippers, because I found a tutorial on how to do so! Isn't that super?! I do think so, yes. And so, in conclusion to that rambling- the whole "self restructuring" thing is moving along well. Evey tells me my next steps are getting my ears repierced... and then the big one.... contacts. *gulps* I am most certainly not there yet, though. Might not ever be. It's kind of fun being blind. Oh, blah, maybe in a few years. Until then, I'll stick with the horn-rims. Good day to you all! :) 10 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

oh, we're going to IBIZA! [18 Dec 2005|12:25pm] I switched from the Pokemon Soundtrack to the MTV HITS OF THE YEAR 2000 soundtrack that evey found in Thailand. Oh, hah, such crazy music. Anyway... now that advertising class is oficially over, I believe I'm allowed to show you the advertisement I made for my project! We had to design an energy drink and advertisement, slogan, logo, etc for it, target audience 18-24 year-olds. a few fun facts about the project: 1) my models are wonderful! many thanks to them for helping me out so much. 2) those swing cans are actually 7up and diet coke. thanks danielle and stephen for saving them for me! 3) that egg that julia ordered? yogurt and peanut butter. yeah, we advertisers never use the real thing, mwuahha. but it sure DOES look like an egg, now, doesn't it? CLICK FOR FULL SIZE. THANK YOU. Going home in probably an hour! I am excited! Evey and I will watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith! :) 6 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

it's the last time, you and I, forever and forever... [04 Dec 2005|03:45pm] Limbo. That fascinating state of in-between, of uncertainty, of being unsure,and, often, unwise. I usually don't mind it. Uncertainty fuels bravery and courage, elements vital to adventure. But the limbo I am in currently I loathe passionately. I shouldn't mind, except that I can't compute an algorithm for these fluctuations, and I want them to stop. Immediately. Stop moving me back and forth through time, stop playing games with my mind. I am no Ender and you are no Colonel Graff. I do not posesses his mental stability, Hamlet's insanity, Shakespeare's written fortitude, Hercules' strength. I am but mere mortal, and would thus much enjoy putting a stop to the uncertainty of limbo. It has a multi-year radius; sometimes it brings me friendships, sometimes enemies. Sometimes I laugh at seeing myself, sometimes I would prefer to weep. Am I at UT, or am I still at Bowie? Where is Bailey? Are they my friends? Are we close at all? Do I exist? The infaiible logic of the priest from Three Men and a Little Lady seems apt at the moment. I am wandering with a map and lost. I change while everyone remains the same; everyone changes while I am stationary. Always upside down, and, worst, without a map. I could manage better with some sense of direction. So I take a few steps forward, them jump backwards virtually immedately. I despise someone, then love him or her within seconds of the anger. Frustrated- but happier than I ever have been before. Fullfilled, but ever-seeking. Slice is behind me, but always before me- where would I be without it? My middle school tormentors- some of which are now my friends, some of which are mutually forgotten- are in my past, but I see constantly in the present. My past friends, whom I can't let go, despite my intense will to do so. My current friends, whom I love, and yet feel so distant from. Everyone, actually. I do still wonder what fitting in feels like. I have come closer currently than before, and yet, I am still further and further away, standing a measure from an infinite rpeat sign to my left, in a multi-flat key. The tone is off, the paradigm shift lacking. Where is everyone? Limbo is best conquered with a map. A playground of wolven children, a graveyard, a thunderbolt. I love literary allusion. I am delighted to see Card and Applegate play off each other. It's simply gorgeous. I love irony. I adore the falseness of virtually all my friendships, on both ends. I court the relationship of seeming dependence but actual independance. It's quite obvious. When I can cope without speaking to someone for months and it is as if no time has passed, it is confirmation of both bond and estrangement. I am so easily amused by adventurers who are couragous with the spoken word and unfortunate cowards with a quill, by a dancer whose talent is unsormountable but refuses to move by herself. An ego is nothing more than a breakfast food lacking a "g" (and would you like a side of Gibb's free energy with that?). A function of infinite variables, with an asymptote at an immesurable slant. And all I have to do is compute it. Compute, compute, compute. In the end, everything comes down to numbers. So why is it that in Limbo, everything equates to zero? I don't want long run equilibrium, I want substance. How is it achieved? Has it ever been? Do all cakes become spongeous; is all cheese from Switzerland? Perhaps the fault is merely that of being human. Perhaps a lack of perseverance, of will. I know the oversensitivty will someday overpower me and will bring me to do something that I will immediately regret. Already I lose faith in many on the basis of a single gesture, comment, movement, look- or worse, lack thereof. What faith can I hold when I am so easily forgotten? What fuel stops are there on an uncharted road through total, desolate unfamiliarity? Help. I have no watch to etch that single word onto, but help, please. I know this is a time period of finding yourself, but I am lacking the vitamin E to fix the D; everything I absorb seeps out. Every discovery I make is ineptitude. Every word written is immediately erased, with such power that recovery is both inconceivable and virtually unecessary- or is it that the unachievably is still a worthy conquest and prospect? Regardless, the hourglass continues to rotate, Haggard's clock remains broken, and the 3 o'clock fairy delivers her hello. In a world where confusion is regarded as genius, where the brave are the weak and the desolate are the adventurers, one wonder what to be armed with- heart, sword, quill, map. Which item is most necessary for survival? Would humanity be a better source of living than creativity? Have words lost all the cunning they used to encompass? Sometimes ups outnumber the downs; but Nottingham is more of a reality than we believe, and so with the lack of rain comes anunending torrential downpour, distant, but invisible in its clarity. Who sees it? Look simply for those with tears streaking silently down their cheeks. They are not weeping; they are the few who feel the rain. Once all is washed, a clean slate is left- and then the true work of reconstruction beings. The question, however, stands- who shall build? And so they went out as the leaped in- fighting. 8 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

portal disabled....yet another laugh in the face of space-time [05 Oct 2005|11:09pm] It's so annoying when you need to think. There's noise everywhere, even when there's none of what one would conventially call noise. There's noise in the absence of noise. And it's compressing, filling, and distracting. I can't think with so many others thinking so loudly around me. And I use the word "thinking" loosely, for really, who thinks anymore? As technology advances we are driven further and further into selfishness, introspect. Does anyone contemplate life outside this planet, this solar system, this galaxy? Does anyone attempt to picture a thread of space-time, the infinite alterations and implications in a single loop or twist or snap? Do the Fates truly hold that ethereal pair of scissors? There's too much lack of thought here, and it's so so so loud, and so hard to push out of the way. At home, when I'm outside, alone, before the neighbors are out, I can push away the rambuctious nothingness, walk, and contemplate without interruption. I haven't been able to do so in a long time. And so here I am, at my keyboard, attempting to reach once again that levle of thought that is meditative, precognitive, imperfect, imperative- archaeic and old and new at once. I dream almost nightly of swinging, sometimes from an invisible rope, and it makes sense. But there's so little time and opportunity to dwell upon it properly and analyze what is being put before me. We as humans barely value time for what it is. Oh, it's irrelevant, really. It passes, in its continuum, a conundrum of strings, a ball of yarn, moving and spinning. But true thought, that state of allowing the mind to leave the pathetic physical constraints we have seems to be a lost art. The few who practice it or attempt to are shot down with bigotry and simple lack- of thought, of understanding, of compassion. Applegate was right, it IS all a game. We are all mere Ketrans waiting to interface, waiting to take part in it. But is there an Ellemist? The whole idea of that deep thought revolves around the idea of there being no true power other than that of life itself; so, in the theory of nature, there is no Ellemist, there is no Crayak. But who, then, is responsible for the wars that are going on? And who for stopping them? Are we truly capable of either ourselves? I'm so glad I'm going home this weekend. I need to sit under the stars. I need to feel the morning dew. I need to get away from this migraine of compressed minds, of minds who lack the ability to see beyond the next day, the next race. And maybe I can't see, either. But I do catch an ocassional glimpse of understanding, and, when I do- it is bliss- and terrifying. Some say ignorance is bliss; but that must be untrue, for most of our species is in ignorance, and hardly blissful. No, bliss is rest, peace- and to achieve that we must think. And that, faster than anything else, we are losing. A dieing art; a lost breed. In the relativity of time, we are already lost. So what is left to dream? For a small portion of an algebraic equation of equity, what matters? Who wins the game, and who loses? By what rules do we play? All I can say is this: in the end, it is the collective that chooses, as is the case for all things, both living and not. Life surpasses death, for death is singular and life is multiple. An endless dance of the two, a hybridized melody which ultimately ends in peace. The only question is- how to achieve it, who will do so, and when will that be? Will it be a day we live to see? 3 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

je t'ecris, je t'ecris... [05 Oct 2005|02:02pm] so I'm going to have lunch with hillary in about an hour, which put me in an animorphs mood, so i was looking up quotations, and found an "you know you're obsessed when" list which was FABULOUS- though some were stupid and not well thought-out, so I cut them off...I had to post the highlights- here are the especially amusing ones: ) You start talking like Ax. Ax-ca. Ca. Ca-uh. 6) You dream about Animorphs. (Especially about the sea. And a voice, calling out to you from beneath the water.) 16) You have a dog named Homer, a cat named Dude, and a rat named David. 17) You stand outside holding a sign about the second coming of Elfangor. 18) You go outside after the rain and stomp as many slugs as you can see. 19) You've cleverly infiltrated the basement of your school. 20) You plot to destroy Dealin' Dan Hawke's and Frank's Safari and Put-put Golf. 21) That alligator at your zoo has a whole new look. 22) You wish to perform lay-burr in order to obtain delicious cinnamon buns. 23) You've investigated every single "King" in the phone book. 24) Your calendar says, "Sario Rip" instead of "Daylight Savings Time." 25) You write threat letters to Jonathan Taylor...ahem, Jeremy Jason McCole. 26) You laugh hysterically at the serious Area 5...ahem, Zone 91 documentaries. 27) You call your travel agent for a trip to Royan Island. 28) You're immediately suspicious of anyone named "Aria". 29) You no longer send any toy vehicles to the Goodwill. 30) You've visited the North Pole just to see Nanook. 31) You watch The Nanny more often, for Fran "The Iskoort" Drescher. 32) You wiggle your ears to the music of "The Lion King". 33) You shop Ebay for the Kitchen Droid. 34) You never, ever touch a hamburger since #28. 35) Your favorite parts of televison are "These Messages". 36) You hear FedEx trucks talking to you. 37) You know the Better Business...ahem, Buyers Research Institute's building plans quite well. 38) You've written a critique of your favorite restaurant's nonexistant T-Rex meat. 39) You wake up in the middle of the night screaming "Crocodile not alligator!". 40) You've found the bark on trees outside your house is not quite as tasty as you once thought. 41) Not bad. Not bad at all. This speaks for itself. 42) You've stabbed your older brother's ear with a Q-Tip. 43)You want to go to Mall Of America. It had around 5 to 8 bookstores! More places to look for Animorphs! 44)Also hoping to find Rachel there. 45)You stick youself in your school locker, trying to morph, and...oops! You're stuck in your locker, especially when you also get disappointed on not morphing. 46)You try to aquire your dog or cat. 47)Then run to your room, concentrate, and you're disappointed when nothing happens. 50)You want to take Galard instead of French, German,Spanish, etc. 51)You go to the Gap to find the Yeerk pool entrance. 52)You're suspicious of your Vice Principal. 53)You've tried to shove a plastic Yeerk in your sister's ear. 54)You oppose the stuffed red-tailed hawk in your libary. 56) You've tried to build a hologram emitter. 59) You saw a rat on a small island, come back with a baseball bat, screaming, "Die, David, die!" 60) You've tried to figure out where the Animorphs live. 61) You've mistaken your knife rack for a Hork-Bajir. 62) You've mistaken an octopus for a Leeran. 64) You've walked to abandoned constuction site, waiting just for an Andalite. 65) You've broken into the zoo, hoping to aquire a tiger, only to find out it's dinner time. 67) You've stomped Nesk :::cough::: ants to the ground. 69) Your small talk begins, "So...inhabited by any good ixcilas lately?". 71) You've caused a scene at Williams-Sonoma in the past month. 74) You've been arrested for trying to burn down Bill Gates' mansion yet again. 1 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

vacation all I really wanted, vacation where our dreams come true... [22 Sep 2005|09:06pm] I just got back from the Texas Juggling Club meeting of which Karen is now an officer. It was really cool! My BHP group I decided that for our BHP 10-week project (topic: Diversity on campus), we should film a movie. First, I thought that a scripted movie would be better, but now I'm leaning towards documentary-style. Everything will depend, of course, upon what ,y classmates decide to do, except I don't think, unfortunately, that many of them will do much, so I'm starting it myself, and just filmed quite a bit at the meeting, and conducted interviews.....and this led me to the conclusion that I really, really, REALLY, REALLY miss journalism. Or maybe just yearbook. Filing. Interviewing. Running around, crouching on the floor, head tilted, pulling people by the hand, screaming "NO, YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO START YET!"...I miss it. Doing it again tonight showed me just how much I loved it. I didn't just do yearbook for the sake of resumes...and I need to remember that, and if I do anything in college, it's find some way to continue doing journalistic activities (without being really in the jornalism department). So I kind of have a date Saturday, I think. There's this officer of the Anthropological Society, a junior named Nick, who's really nice, and he invited me to dinner with him. We'll see how that goes. Funny conversation, speaking of which: Nick: "So, want to go to the Korean place by the Alamo Drafthouse? It's amazing." Odile: "I'll be brave and say yes, sure." Nick: "Ever heard of it?" Odile: "Of course not! I'm from Austin!" Nick: "You do realize that's really sad?" Odile: "Oh, deffinetly." Nick: "Okay, so I'll pick you up at 6?" Odile: "By 'pick you up', you mean walking, right?" Nick: "Oh, did I forget to mention this would be on my motorcycle?" .... I had to ask him to switch to somewhere else because my mother would surely forbid me to ride on a motorcycle, as cool as it would be. Then again, if Hilary Duff did it....maybe when I'm a little older, or out of the state. I just know I'd feel really guilty. I tell my mom practically everything, so I'd probably accidentally mention it. Whoops. :) Also, tomorrow I'm joining Chris Dorsey and other FBA members on the Austin Duck Tours! It should be fun, and, as Chris said, "Isn't it sad that we haven't done this yet?". I was just discussing with the Bugg sisters yesterday how everyone knows him. Oh, yes, they visited me. THANKS, ALYSSA AND RACHEL! The visit was quite enjoyable!!! Loved seeing you both. Rachel: lunch! Call me! Other news: 1) the Career Expo was so much like the Semiconductor Cable Tec Expo from this summer that I thought I must have accidentally stepped back in time. Thean I realize my dad wasn't runnin ghte the 3M booth, and that it was 3 months later. It was cool, though....but I wasnt expecting some 30 companies to ask me for my resume! Darn Karen for wanting to rush out before I could print any out! Oh, well, it wouldn't have been on special paper, anyway, AND they'll be back in February. There, take that. The Etiquette Dinner was really, really cool. Julia, Nami and I walked down there together, and Alexandre was (not so coincidentally, though goodness knows me he engineered the situation; he refused to tell me) sitting at my table, so we had fun talking in French to each other and confusing our tablemates. The dessert was strawberry shortcake. You can guess- I was quite excited. Me: "So, Ma'am, I've noticed that Phillip Morris seems to be quite a large company." Recruiter: "Oh, yes, it's wonderful." Me: "However, there seems to have been some abiguity about what it is you market?" Recruiter: "...." Me: "Ma'am?" Recruiter: (nervous laughter) "Oh, right, yes. Well, we're the number one sells of tobacco in the world." Me: "..." Recruiter: "Miss?" Me: "Oh, number one in the world...that msut be exciting!" Recruiter: "Oh, yes, it is." Suffice to say, I would NEVER work for them. It would drive me crazy. Argh! Then, this morning, Ford interview, and Nami and I went down together. The two recruiters were very sweet, and the man said he'd hire me for Ford if I ever "get to feel passionate about the automobile industry." Well, you never know.....except that I probably won't, but he said that I had almost all of the behavioral characteristics they look for for "fresh blood", so that was really cool. Then I ran to advertising class in under 6 minutes...in heels...all the way across campus. I have NO idea how I did it; I just think that the prospect of being late to a class freaked me out so much that I ran at super speed. I even heard: "Hey, what's that lady in the business suit doing? It looks like she's running away from a murderer or something." So, now, it's calling the parents, figuring out how to import digital footage onto Boris, and sleeping. Heavy on the latter. How is everyone, anyway? 6 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

YES YES YES YES YES. [17 Aug 2005|11:58pm] So what if it's not the super-exciting OPAL form the paid accounts? I changed my layout, and drastically so. Div layers! This makes me impossibly happy! Say goodbye to the layout block! :) Featuring an old scan I had of CCS, because it's wonderful. And it's chocolatey, because I had some lovely symphony chocolate last night that put me in the mood. I wanted to be far, far away from light green and pink, anyway. So....from light to dark colors! Okay, so maybe it's nothing to you, but it's exciting to me, because I hadn't figured out how to work divs on livejournal before....their stupid overrides don't work on normal HTML... rollingcredits rollingcredits 12 BOUQUET | SEND A ROSE

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