| If you want me all you have to do is ask a thousand questions |
[24 Jul 2003|01:36pm] |
If you want my poetry, all you have to do is go to this website:
http://www.upwordspoetry.com/ussag.htm
Much fun, amigos, my poems are the second two down. If anyone wants in on a Micheal Brown poetry reading, ven conmigo this Friday, 6pm, to Tatnuck Booksellers.
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| Speaking in tongues |
[24 Jun 2003|11:02am] |
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Greetings from sunny(ish) URI.
Last night was my first good night. Met numerous interesting people, who I genuinely enjoyed rather than simply appreciated their friendship as something to keep me as un-loserish looking as possible. Oddly, all were from the Theater department. For posterity's sake, will update on the happenings of this (so far) week.
PS - I met my first non-white friend. Lucy. Also from Drama. Will probably never speak again, but is very funny and nice. Everything a First Non-White Friend should be. Also, possible boy interests: Trinidadian Paul who calls me "the Writer", and never fails to see the humour of there being a writing program here at the Games. Also, Danny (I've never called him Danny), who calls me Halle, as in Barry, and is a fellow writer. No I don't like either of them, but the attention is nice. Probably is also all in my head.
Saturday - we will not go into. Terrible, terrible, lonely, I want to go home day.
Sunday - also nothing worth mentioning. Fell asleep listening to The Roots at 10:30, felt v stupid when Dorm Checks came around and was already in bed, soliciting the scorn of dorm-checker.
Monday - finally, good day. got a little taste of home as, being a writer, am entitled to special privileges such as sneaking online while using the computer lab. am such an online fiend. wrote good-ish poem about my father. first line reads: my father spins tales from water vapor. am beginning to feel a bit more in my element (as need praise constantly). facilitators still don't like me, but am working on that...not really. finally, open space for 5 1/2 hours monday night. insane amount of time to hold four "debates" on topics which we all (the scholar-athletes, if you will) suggested and pasted on the "Agenda". RIDICULOUS amount of time. Had mediocre death penalty debate, made mediocre by fact that all involved were similarly opposed. felt somewhat bad for two (southern) girls who were pro. met Trinidadian Paul and Haitian Lucy. Good, funny people. T. Paul called me Malaysian girl, and so am (somewhat unbeknownst to him) am returning the favor. Were joined by Beth, Rachel, Annette (who constantly makes out with her Bohemian-cum-skateboarder boyfriend in middle of debates) and began discussing Affirmative Action. V good conversation, lovely people. All from drama. Three hours of waiting, bad Subway, mediocre strawberry cheesecake later, return to dorms. Have been, previously, somewhat intimidated by roommate/two girls in adjoining room as all three came together/are best friends. Decided to join them last night, so as would not be embarrassed to be already sleeping when dorm checks occurred.
Roommates are hilarious, weird people. Two curly redheads, the other goes by the name "Wayner". Surpass old record of latest staying up time as 10 oclock.
Tuesday - oh god is only Tuesday. took shower in lieu of breakfast. morning assembly, fabulous. Jim Morrione (sic) lectured on wonderul wonderful need for passion in our generation, and dissent, and skepticism in America. V passionate speaker. ran into girls in lav, saying "oh my god, i can't believe he busted the military so much. i'm, like, going to join it".
will participate in the Poetry slam tonight. to any interested, will be an official poetry slam Friday night, 6ish, University of Rhode Island.
Also, dorms here are terrible.
miss Worcester v much, miss my friends vv much.
"there's some sense of heart missing from this poem that i saw in that poem yesterday"
god, i am so at a poetry conference...
Editor's note: i am very wonderful. wonderful poet Elizabeth loves me. i have received praise for wonderful poem beginning with the line "my father spins tales from water vapor".
it is wonderful here! i am a poet!
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[19 Jun 2003|03:15pm] |
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Everybody but everybody has their away messages on.
I am living in a computer-based world, and I am a computer-savvy girl.
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| It's time to party |
[18 Jun 2003|10:07pm] |
This summer will be the absolute most. I am positively sure of it.
The fun will start as soon as the rain stops. For your cloudy-day entertainment, however
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PS - I have been watching The XFiles like mad. To quote M Shannon, "I love it, I love it, I love it"
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| Attn: Joseph Torrey |
[31 May 2003|12:53pm] |
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Yes, Minister |
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I'm waiting for Joe Torrey to come online becuase I want a bicycle and he's supposed to come get a bicycle with me and I don't like calling people on the phone.
Of course, we never really set a date for our bicycle-extravaganza. But, still.
Hmph.
Also - I've become so good at tying up loose ends, what with finding my internship (well, to be fair, one of them) and mailing off my application, and finally taking pictures, and attempting to get a bike. Today, I added everyone on whose friends list I was onto mine. I am getting too organized for words. I even called Liz Fussell about the Pleasant St. Network.
Also - we went to Wells yesterday and I had a surprisingly good time, with the beach and the Marginal Way walk. However, I do believe that Lisa forgot I was there.
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| ce soiree la |
[29 May 2003|04:47pm] |
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Apparently there are TWO Girls' Incorporateds in Worcester. And apparently the one I called isn't the one on Lincoln St...
ah well. Such is the way of life, no?
The point of the story being - guess who's got an internship at the Providence St. Girls' Inc? Setting up and running a 12-week Creative Writer's Workshop? Guess how much colleges are gonna want to get in my pants?
That internship's going to run from November 1 - March 1, to allow for crew. I'll talk to Liz Fussel about interning at the Pleasant St Network for the other months.
Peace out.
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| hallooo |
[24 May 2003|01:42pm] |
This morning I got up, wrote my English paper (11 pgs), and listened to James Taylor.
This all accomplished before Jill even woke up. Lazy son of a bitch. GOD.
I decided to post from the Vineyard becuase it's...different that way.
...i don't know no love songs,
and i can't sing the blues
but i can sing this song,
and you can sing along
when i'm gone
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| who-ah, who-ah |
[25 Apr 2003|02:39pm] |
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I've been coughing up mucous for the past 4 days. Gross.
P.S.- you know you're a slob when you take off your shirt to eat spaghetti.
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| pshaw |
[18 Apr 2003|12:48pm] |
Eminem #6 in the VHI countdown of the 50 greatest MCs?
I
think
not.
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| i'm holdin' on to what's golden |
[05 Apr 2003|04:13pm] |
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My jaw hurt when I got home last night from laughing/smiling so much. Spaghetti dinner at Schlegel's was the funnest night ever. Yeah that's right, funnest time ever. Laughed the entire time through, seriously...it's the best time I've had in awhile. Just time to relax and talk and chill, if you will, with my crew compadres, which I haven't been able to do so far this Spring...a big reason I think of why this season hasn't seemed to be going so well thus far. We ate, talked, ate...talked more, discussed team bonding and why we're not, problems with the team, problems with Angela, with the damn boys team, I just wish the whole team rather than about half had been able to come because we worked out a lot of issues last night. The A boat B boat competition, for instance. Monday we're going to have a team discussion with Angela and give her our suggestion, do away with A boat and B boat, and the competetion of "everyone is trying, all season, to get a seat in A boat". Pretty much what we decided, and Dana put to words, is that the boats should be set from the beginning of the season, and the boats should compete every week as to which gets the title of A or B, and then that boat will race V1 that week. The boat lineups, however, shouldn't change too drastically, therefore promoting the advancement and competetion of the entire boat rather than competetion of the individual, and also fostering that boat camaraderie which is impossible to obtain if your boat never remains the same for more than a week. That's why 1st spring season was so much fun, we worked as a boat to improve, rather than working as individuals to beat our teammates...crew isn't about the individual, it's about the boat. I doubt Angela will go for it, but I mean, her strategy of just constantly putting together the boat with the strongest and fastest hasn't been working so far.
Anyways, I haven't had a night like that, of just pure good fun without any tension between anyone, and genuinely enjoyed myself for awhile. That's not saying anything bad about anyone, I think I just needed to be around new people that I don't necessarily know very well, and not have to worry about their specifics and just sit around talking loudly about Hitler and crew and things of that sort. Perfect pre-SAT stress-reduction night.
The SATs, however. Hoo boy, can I just send my PSAT scores? The better part of one year of ProbStat has completely obliterated any working knowledge of geometry and/or algebra II that I may have had. I'm really pissed off, because I know I once knew how to do most of the problems I skipped in the math section, but I just forgot/didn't have enough time. So I'm pretty sure my PSAT 600 in math has gone waaaaay down. Verbal I'm pretty sure I did as well/better than I did on PSATs, hopefully, since I'll have to make up for the math section. Next weekend, on to ACTs...I'm damn excited.
Also, the race was cancelled, thankfully, cus I would have been dead during it. I'm disappointed I won't be able to race next weekend though, but oh well. At least I'm getting ACTs done and over with. Enough stress in life without standardized tests.
I enjoy being around you far too much.
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