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1. Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc.)
L 12
A 1
R 18
I 9
D 4
E 5
T 20
H 8
2. Add all the numbers together to create a kind of super number.
77
3. Make a note of the first digit of this number, then add the digits of the number together.
First digit-- 7. Together-- 14
4. Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again. Keep doing so until the number is smaller than your pathetic number of posts.
5. Take the digit you noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post.
"layouts"
6. Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select a picture from the first page.
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| Hammertime. |
[30 Jan 2005|01:26pm] |
Jonathan Karas is the Sweet + Low in my low carb diet.
That is all.
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[26 Jan 2005|02:26pm] |
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FUCKING CALL ME PEOPLE. Even though I hate the telephone and will make some lame ass excuse to get off within 10 minutes.
I AM SO BORED.
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[19 Jan 2005|08:13pm] |
You Are the Enthusiast |
7
You are outgoing and playful - always seeing the happy side to life.
You're enthusiastic and excitable. You love anything new.
Multi-talented, you do many things well... and find success easy.
You prefer to keep things light with others. Opening up is hard for you.
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[12 Jan 2005|07:21pm] |
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LiveJournal, LiveJournal. I'm bored with you these days.
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[31 Dec 2004|01:41am] |
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You know how people like to tell you that these are the best days of your life and not to waste them because sometime in the future you're going to look back and wish you could rewind and do them all over again?
Jon: Can I ask you something? ... Do you think I'm boring?
Me: What?! No! What makes you even ask that?
Jon: Because this girl I was trying to get with said I was a little too boring for her.
Me: ...I hate you.
They're right.
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[26 Dec 2004|12:30pm] |
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CHRISTMAS GOOD!
Especially this year, what with much more to be happy about. The celebration began on Christmas Eve Eve with Jonathan. Of course it rained because God doe snot want us to be together. We did some last minute shopping and the way he picks out gifts amuses me.
"...Yeah this is good enough." -snatches it off shelf-
I'm so relieved he liked his gift and mine was amazing. He dedicated a "star" to me and is taking me to the planetarium January 8h. Our gifts to eahcother were so... not generic. It was great. I love meaningful gifts. And even though Christian was Satan and then emo it was a great night altogether. It's nice to have someone just as excited about this holiday as me.
AND THEN CHRISTMAS MORNING!!!!!
1. Clothes - including an I <3 the 80s t-shirt
2. BOOOOOOKS
-A Clockwork Orange
-Smack
-Go Ask Alice
-Malcontents
-Pendragon
-One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
-Nine Stories
-1984
3.Socks and stuffs
Okay okay I know you all want me to get to the best part...
A GUITAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well it's really just a beginner thing, but it's from Fender so it's not crap. It's perfect for me to just fuck around on. I've been playing Iron Man and 25 or 6 to 4 all day.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
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[14 Dec 2004|07:14pm] |
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I'm really screwed now. I realized TODAY that the newspaper is due Monday, and I don't have the advantage of having Microsoft Publisher at home. So I have to type it ALL up Thursday. I'll have to stay at school until 7, if need be. I'll be there until it closes to get it finished. And forget lunch for the rest of this week... I'll be too busy. I can't believe I let myself do something so stupid.
This isn't just happy horseshit to me... I want to do this possibly for a living. Journalism has always been one of the top choices of majors for me, and is definitely more secure than creative writing. I plan to minor in it and I can't even do a nonsense paper we had a month to do? And it is my fault, because I declared myself editor and therefore I was the one responsible for keeping on top of things. I was so upset when I got home I completely rewrote my article, made my ad, made classifieds and real estate, and found a political cartoon for each topic for the editorial section. And I'm still going to write another article and do letters to the editor. We just don't have enough compared to the good effort everyone else is putting into theirs.
I've no flipping clue how to do the comics. Or if they'll even GET done. I'll have to tell everyone to draw the comic they want to submit and I'll scan it and put it on a page at home over the weekend. If I have to be a Nazi, well then I guess I have to.
And I'm sure taking time out to write a long winded pathetic entry on LiveJournal is really helping my situation. This is all coming from the person who gets pissed off when others are stressed out. Well, I have no idea how I plan to be at the mercy of editors for the rest of my life when I can't even do the job myself.
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[12 Dec 2004|06:46pm] |
This weekend was really awesome. That seems to be how I start the majority of my entries, but there's not much I do but anticipate the weekend and enjoy the fuck out of it till it's gone. Friday I hung out with just Jonathan - well, first I waited at school for hours and then Melissa's for hours and then we met up.
Sometimes it feels like we are eachother's escape. Just because the week is always terrible and then we get together and don't even talk about it. The only thing we think about is there and then.
Whoaa I am listening to "Crush" by Dave Matthews Band and the second I typed that the line was "and in this moment it feels so right."
Yeahh, anyway. We went to Shore Road park near the bridge and wandered and stared at the water. He's been quite humerous this weekend, for as we were walking he said "I hope nobody rapes us because I'm sexy and that's what they look for." And then we left and wandered and then went to the top of a municiple parking structure (yes, the 5 1/2 floor) and that was great. Soulmates? Yeah, I'd say so.
Yesterday was something else. I finally met his parents and they knew exactly who I was as soon as I said my name. They also thought I was trying to cover up who I was for his sake. I can tell they are going to hate me quite a bit. We all (yes, everyone. Even Peter) went to the diner and I was Jon's "sugar momma." Ohh my goodness.
And Phil is trying my patience so I am sending him back to Puerto Rico.
This LiveJournal sucks.
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[09 Dec 2004|06:39pm] |
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I shot writer's block in the foot.
....two times.
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[09 Dec 2004|05:09pm] |
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You're Canada!
People make fun of you a lot, but they're stupid because you've
got a much better life than they do. In fact, they're probably just jealous.
You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not
dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and
others. If it weren't for your weird affection for ice hockey, you'd be
the perfect person.
Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
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| "Fall on your knees." |
[05 Dec 2004|03:07pm] |
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This weekend just trancended any level of awesomness I could possibly fathom. Forealiously. Let us recap, shall we? With pretty diagrams, pie charts, and all in John Madden's voice.
Friday- I got out of school and for once planned to brave taking the train to Jon's house, but when I got there it turned out it was not running Manhattan bound at that station. Oh, I could have taken it towards Coney Island and transferred at some point but the sign describing this process had too many incoherent letters and numbers on it so... bus it was.
So I got on a bus more crowded than Padfoot's mom's bedroom on a Friday night. Literally. It was packed to the gills and the driver was still letting people on. I was late, needless to say.
But it was okay. I saw baby Jonathan and he was the most adorable child I have ever seen in my life. We sat, loitered, and decided we were soulmates. It was an awesome day.
Saturday- The fun part. Everyone came to Bergen Beach OH MY JESUS. It was just a little bit crazy. So John Lovett made us walk all the way to Frank's pizza on Flatbush avenue which is umm... extremely far from our house? But he needed that pizza and only that pizza. I wanted to yell at him and say "You're a camel! You can walk for miles without dehydration!" but I contained myself. Oh, and everybody walked a mile ahead of Jon and I because apparently we make out while walking. Guys, it's really okay - that's a feat we're not even going to try to accomplish.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Once again, thank you for assuming I would return it. From there I can't even describe the events of the night. I drugged Lovett with allergy medication and he fell asleep 30 times in the most poetic positions and farted a whole lot. And then we had a giant orgy in my bed which means there were more than 3 people in it with no shoes on. Phil is a dirty bastard and he is punished for saying naughty things to Melissa, even though we all know he was thinking about Lovett.
And they get off to watching Jon and I. Oh dear lord.
This morning: Led Zeppelin, physics lab, and a percent error of 9,900. Oh yeah, Melissa. I think we accidentally discovered the meaning of life in our incorrect calculations.
And that is all.
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[02 Dec 2004|04:14pm] |
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I really need some C8H10N4O2.
And a hobby.
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| "Someone come quickly. This place was built for moving out." |
[28 Nov 2004|07:16pm] |
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I always feel incredibly cynical when I return from an obligatory visit with my father, even more so than usual. It wasn't even the fact that we do absolutely nothing this time... no, it was the thought that they are perfectly content doing absolutely nothing. They have a child and an organized apartment that they own, which of course makes my dad feel like the fucking king of the world. I definitely acquired my cynicism from him - he trusts nobody. According to him everyone in that apartment is up to something and a bad person, and if you're polite and generous you must be on drugs because nobody should be that happy.
I can't even explain it but every time I'm with him I get the urge to just put myself out there and do something completely spontaneous, because I dread ending up in that kind of life. I have enough trouble with the routine of school, but to live with that kind of monotony would be worse than suicide for me. I know my stepmother really has a reason to stay home with the baby... she was told she couldn't have kids and then she gets pregnant. Hell, I'd want to be with my child too in that circumstance. But yeah, I'd rather work my ass off - have to sell my shit to pay my rent. I want to travel, as well. For one thing, I can't stay in Brooklyn though I intend to stay in the city.
I guess this is really just a roundabout way of expressing my comfort with disorder and unpredictability. Hey, it's just the kind of person I am. Needless to say, I'll be avoiding returning to his house next weekend. Desperately.
Shit, do I really have to survive another week before we get to Friday? I'm going to have to fix a way to get a up of coffee in the morning more easily.
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[28 Nov 2004|01:37am] |
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FUCK YOU LONG ISLAND, YOU UNJUST WHORE. GIVE HIM BACK. HE'S JUST AN INNOCENT LITTLE BOY.
I woke up at 12 today, and thought I was a disgusting human being who would amount to nothing and die in a puddle of my own urine in a Welfare hospital, but it turns out we woke up at the exact same time so I feel better.
I got a new phone today. Yes, that's right - goodbye weapon of mass destruction. You will be missed. For I have traded you in for a sleek, state of the art, compact weapon which will keep me entertained for hours on end with it's video and picture taking software, along with photo ID calling.
When Phil calls, a Puerto Rican flag appears.
Tonight was again, sad and lonely - as everyone has a Sweet 16 to go to except me. I never get invited to these things because I don't know any of the girls who have them well enough to go, and the friends I do have ar enot the type to have such a party. I'm not complaining. Dancing isn't bad, but I'm not a fan of getting dressed up and having to deal with amorous guidos, which is inevitable at any gathering of the sort in Brooklyn, New York.
Did I just write an entry voluntarily, without the guilt of the obligation to keep people updated?
Bizarre.
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[27 Nov 2004|12:31am] |
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Oh yeah... IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!
(Happy REAL birthday to Chele<3)
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| "We're a Puerto RiCAN!" |
[27 Nov 2004|12:08am] |
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Pretty okay night.
John Lovett = late soft-haired bastard
Phil = My Puerto Requilibrium buddy
Jon = Not there
Me = Emo.
Hahaha, yeah okay. I kick emo kids.
But I'm allowed to be down... I miss him. Damn Long Island. And for some reason I always feel weird calling that house because his cousins are interrogating him for information.
Why whyyy must Jesus hate us? Thanksgiving and he is in LI, Christmas and he will be in FL. Easter, I will be in Europe. That really saddens me. All we have is midwinter break, and believe me - it will not be wasted. Phil understood my despair and kept me company, so I wasn't the only minority as well. But next weekend the whole group really has to get together.
I think I'm seeing Jon Wednesday, which will be a day after our first month. That's crazy. It seems... longer in some aspects, and shorter in others. We had to go to the damn park today. Stupid park in which awesome events occurred.
DAMN YOU JESUS.
I have ADD, and I'm high on caffeine so perhaps this isn't the best time to make an entry. I bet it's completely unintelligible. That's okay. Lalala I hate coming down from these highs. I really should quit.
Nah.
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[21 Nov 2004|12:42am] |
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Will: Did you have a nice tall glass of Hater Juice for breakfast?
Klug: It's HaterAIDE, you loser.
Ahh yes, Inherit the Wind. It has been going alot better than we expected and very well considering that 2 weeks before this Raimondo actually walked out on us. Alot of people really liked it and some said it was better than they expected, which is good enough for me. I actually think I'm going to be pretty sad tomorrow. As muchas I'll love having freedom back and no obligation to be there, we had some really fun and hilarious moments. I actually made friends with some of the people, so it'll be pretty bittersweet. I mean, I discover myself talking like a Xaverian boy sometimes. It's scary.
Tonight I opted to just spend some time with Jon and it was pretty damn awesome if I do say so, myself. We went to Starbucks and got our drug and then settled into some crazy Greek cafe for a while. I don't know, he's the Greek, not me. He had the strongest coffee ever and then we defied herpes.
I don't know, I had some sort of epiphany recently. I got my report card and I had a 95 average, my face hurts from laughing after Wind, I have an awesome boyfriend and it really seems to be going somewhere great. It's never awkward between us. I just stop and think sometimes, "wow. I'm going in the right direction for once." It's really a comforting feeling. And I finally have more people I can call my best friends.
I don't know. I even had symbolism behind that but I'll keep it to myself. And this entry started out with a purpose but really it ends with none. YEY!
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