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[Aug. 29th, 2006|09:56 pm] |
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Damn, the last few days have been a rush. I had never thought until this weekend that I would ever be rushing around campus as an orientation leader. It comes as part of my part-time job as a Peer Mentor. Either way, they both look good on a resume. I just need some sleep now. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2006|07:32 pm] |
Man, I don't want to go back to work. I really hate how time seems to fly when you least want it to. I wish I could stay with Robs forever, but even hours turn into infinitessimally small fragments of time when I'm around her. I love her more than she could possibly realize.
Sam |
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[Jan. 28th, 2006|12:08 pm] |
Who Should Paint You: Andy Warhol
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You've got an interested edge that would be reflected in any portrait
You don't need any fancy paint techniques to stand out from the crowd!
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[Jan. 9th, 2006|09:02 pm] |
I'm really bored, and everybody knows that boredom is the catalyst for all creation. Well, boredom and cheese. Before you begin to use cheese as a catalyst for anything, you should be knowledgeable in its explosive properties.
Watching Mystery Science Theater 3000 makes me realize that I wish my bosses of the past had despised me enough to launch me into space. In fact, I've always had a way of looking sparkling clean to any authority figure. I've never been particularly clean cut; I am almost always sporting facial piercings, uncouth hair, and eyebrows that literal say, "SCHWING!".
I feel that I have now crossed the line to becoming a full fledged "BAD ASS". You heard me correctly.
I have grown a moustache.
Though it won't lead you to believe that I have anything other than whitebread-mutt decent, it will certainly make you think I have something on my upper lip. The only problem is that it won't connect with my damn chin-ti!!!
I am going to the local salon to buy moustache extensions. |
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[Jan. 6th, 2006|01:12 pm] |
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I think I am going to practice some Tarot today.
Went to the Burrito Factory... man that was a good breakfast burrito.
Who knew? Factory-made burritos are better than Taco Bell.
I think I will just veg today and enjoy this lovely holiday break.
I miss you, Robs.
oh, and...
Happy 10 months!
143, baby. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2006|07:58 pm] |
Your Love Element Is Fire
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In love, you are a true listener and totally present.
For you, love is all about feeling more alive than you've ever felt.
You attract others with your joy and passion.
Your flirting style is defined by your strong ability to communicate.
Fun and play are the cornerstones of your love life.
And while your flame may burn too brightly, it's part of your appeal.
You connect best with: Wood
Avoid: Water
You and another Fire element: will likely burn out quickly
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You Are an Emo Rocker!
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Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.
That doesn't mean you don't rock out...
You just rock out with meaning.
For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.
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[Jan. 1st, 2006|02:00 am] |
New Year's Resolutions
1. Get good grades. (B or above)
2. Manage my money better.
3. Work out at least twice a week, every week. (Even in the summer)
4. Practice guitar at least twice a week for an hour.
5. Learn to cook.
6. Get at least 6 hours of sleep every night.
7. Get Resident Evil: DS!
8. Have more fun.
9. Stay more in touch with world news and politics.
10. Do more sweet things for my girlfriend. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2005|02:32 am] |
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I thought I would add to my list. Someone deserves to have a very special morning. But before you are allowed to read these, you have to read the first 20.
21.) I love how you have taught me to be a better person, to communicate more openly, and in general, just easier to get along with.
22.) I love the way your voice sounds in the mornings when you have just woken up and you can barely think, yet you manage to squeak out an "Uuuh luuvh yuuuh".
23.) I love your little sighs when I stroke your back or give you massages.
24.) I love how you make the BEST pancakes I have ever tasted in my entire life.
25.) I love how you turn a deep crimson when I play songs for you on my guitar.
26.) I love your brief flashes of poignant wisdom followed by random fits of youthful exuberance.
27.) I love the way you walk with me, hand in hand.
28.) I love when you sing Scarborough Fair to me, and especially when you sing "You Are My Thammy-Beaw".
29.) I love how intelligent and thoughtful you are.
30.) I love holding you in my arms during thunderstorms, and knowing that you feel safer there.
31.) I love the arch in your back. :p
32.) I love your warm breath and soft hair on my chest when you are sleeping.
33.) I love how angelic you look while asleep.
34.) I love how you always manage to put my foot in my mouth.
35.) I love how nervous you make me feel, especially when I gaze into your beautiful jade eyes.
36.) I love how much you appreciate everything I have ever done for you.
37.) I love how I can talk to you for hours, and have it feel like mere minutes.
38.) I love how easily songs and poetry flow when I think of you.
39.) I love your elegant female figure, and your skin as white as freshly fallen snow.
40.) I love how much you love me in return.
41.) I love how your eyes seem to smile when they look at me.
42.) I love how I can become lost in your smile. I have never seen a smile as stunning as yours.
43.) I love lacing my fingers in yours and feeling our palms touch.
44.) I love kissing you, and wishing it would never end.
45.) I love the sound of your voice, like a gentle zephyr whispering through lemon grass on a cool afternoon.
46.) I love your passion, your conviction, and your devotion.
47.) I love every word that falls from your lips, like dew from the petal of the most beautiful flower in the orchard.
48.) I love every blink because of the anticipation of seeing your open to meet mine.
49.) I love how empathetic you are.
50.) I love how many things there are to love about you.
143, Robsie-poo. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2005|04:58 pm] |
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| | Mortal Kombat - Deception | ] |
You are HEAD-BANGING.
Synopsis: This behavior most likely appears at
times of extreme frustration. It may involve
you banging your head on the corner of a desk,
or on something hand-held (like a book, for
example). You are naive and very sensitive to
the comments of others, and things happening
around you.
Positive trait: Sensitive
Negative trait: Overly-trusting
Color: Lavender
Emotion: Loneliness
Animal: Mouse
Quote: My power over you grows stronger yet.
What form of self-mutilation are you?
brought to you by Quizilla |
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[Dec. 24th, 2005|07:39 pm] |
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I finally looked up my strange Tarot deck, and it turns out that it was made in Spain. It is called El Gran Tarot Esoterico, or The Great Esoteric Tarot. It was inspired by woodcut designs and was painted by Luis Royo. Luis designed other decks including one called El Tarot Negro, or The Black Tarot, which was designed to probe the darker parts of the psyche.
I've owned this deck for many years and have even designed a wooden carrying case which fits it like a glove.
So far, I have been getting EXTREMELY accurate readings with this deck. I hope with some additional practice I can do some readings for friends. |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2005|03:33 am] |
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This is a poem for Robs entitled Silk. I wrote it for her to accompany her Christmas gift of a Chinese silk robe embroidered with a tiger. (Her fav. animal)
Enjoy, babe.
Silk
Strong feminine hands pull
strands
upon
strands
A line of silk longer than all the many hours I spent pining and doting and knowing
that when I returned
I would stare into the eyes of the tiger
and see a fortune worse than death.
Lines
upon
lines
A chord of silk stronger than my convictions and softer than turtle dove hands
weaving
their necks
until both are strangled
and fly away.
Chords
upon
chords
A robe of silk warmer than perfect dissonance
falling
into a deaf well
from which I drink again
and again.
Love,
Sam |
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