November 30, 2001

Rest in peace, George

My boss is going to be so sad today. George Harrison, one of her four beloved Beatles, died. That sucks. I mean, I know the Beatles aren't together anymore (it would be hard to do that) but it still sucks. She'll be upset. She's got about 50 laminated Beatles posters all over her office, they're basically everywhere. Poo :(

Anyway, I'm done with my tests, papers, frustration, halleluia! I'm so pumped, I don't know whether to sleep or party... I've been missing out on both the last two months. But finals are only a week away!

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November 28, 2001

Done

I'm done with the paper, the game, the presentation. Breathe, Drina, breathe. All I have left is my neuroscience test and my art thingie due tomorrow, then it's sleep heaven. I will never, ever, ever procrastinate on big assignments and papers ever again. Ever, ever ever again. I know I say that all the time, but this time I mean it. Or, until next semester, when I'll probably be in this same situation. Oh the taste of freedom from deadlines, it's so sweet. Like Malley's chocolate.

It started to snow today. I love it! I love snow, I love the first big snow in Cleveland, when everything is still white and not slushy. Eventually i turns brown, and that's not cute, but the first snow always looks like the mini village figurines that shops sell for Christmas... I can't wait for Christmas. My will not get it, but I still want it list:

a half blue, half green VW bug
a roll of unprimed canvas
the mxpx t-shirt I saw at Hot Topic
black & pink flame jammi pants
everybody to like what I bought them
a clue as to what I should do with my life
Josh Hartnet under the tree
a new scanner to replace my broken piece of crap one

These are all my selfish items. I could do without them. What I really want is for this whole Afghanistan situation to be over with. I want people to stop bombing each other. I want my cousin home safe from the Navy. I want to go to bed at night knowing that the world won't explode the next day. I guess I'll have to wait a while for all that.

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My procrastination problem

If I ever get through this, I will never do it again.

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November 26, 2001

Crackheads

My friend is on crack.That's all I have to say.

I still have to finish my altruism paper. Well, I sorta have to start it, actually. Only 10 itty bitty little pages. Really 9 1/2, because that 1/2 page always counts as one. So, I have all the research, I just have to write it down. And make that stupid presentation, too. But I have some good news, I got my developmental psych paper back (the one I did at midnight the night it was due) and the comments were, Excellent lit review, superior paper, 3... Cool, no? An btw, a 3 means I have an A, so I was so pumped when I saw that. Not that anyone gives a damn about my paper, but it just feels so good to get that thing off my mind.

After this semester is over, I'm going to sleep three days straight, then party three days straight, then paint three days straight. And shop, and wrap gifts, and stuff like that.

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November 23, 2001

More gratitude

I'm also incredible thankful for mxpx, because they have literally kept me sane during the last few weeks of non-stop J-Lo on 96.5, which is the only thing that is playing in the bathroom when I take a shower at school. And Fur Elise, for keeping Britney Spears out of my head.

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November 22, 2001

Gratitude

I figured that since it's Thanksgiving, I'd make one of those I'm thankful for lists. I've never really bothered to think about the things I'm thankful for, but lately I've been feeling especially lucky and blessed. So here it goes, the things I'm thankful for:

college
being American
New York City
acrylic paint
Mike Herrera
my awesome friends
Morpheus
my house
being understood
Blogger
synaptic transmission
having only two weeks left in the semester
Sarah
the siblings
the other Sarah
Tigger
art
not living in Afghanistan
Target
having a family that gives a crap
great white sharks
music
Daria
Ralph Nader
my favorite sweater
cheap canvas at Pat Catan's
Jen & Tina
e-mail
the color black
God
life, more to come

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November 21, 2001

At least my roomie likes dresses

My room-mate got her wedding dress in today. I want to see it! She kinda described it to me, but I have to have some visual input here. I left today, so now I'm at home. I forgot some stuff in my dorm, so I had to go all the way back, and come home again... yeesh. I'm racking up the miles on my car like crazy, but it's cool. I mean, when I get my brand new Beetle...

I started my Christmas shopping by getting an Old Navy card. I'm finished with my brother and sister's gifts, now I have only about 4,293,847,912 more to go. There's plenty of time yet.

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November 19, 2001

Damn I'm blessed

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to not be so lucky as I am. I think how easy it is that this could be me. That maybe these people are like me. They have family and friends they care about, things they like to do (even though they're not allowed). I could have been under there, that burqa. Completely faceless, nameless, worthless in the eyes of the people who put themselves in charge of everyone else.

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Excommunicated

OMG I feel so disconnected. A whole week away from my baby, my little baby website. I've been busy. I have a paper (or five) to do. Funny thing, one of them was on the physiological and psychological effects of sleep deprivation. I've had plenty of that lately. I still have one paper due tomorrow, and then another one next week, along with three projects from various classes, which means I'm not going to catch up on my sleep at all during this nice mini-vacation.

I feel like my stomach is eating away at itself. Stress, it's literally killing me. I keep trying to tell myself that I'll have a Bachelor's someday, then a master's someday, then a PhD someday... and I'll be Dr. Drina then, and that will be cool. And I'll be a psychologist doing some pretty interesting artwork, since I'll be swimming around the human psyche for the rest of my short days on this planet. But that just seems so far away. And the fact that my life now revolves around studying and reading research publications is difficult to say the least.

I need some time off, with no papers or projects waiting to be done. I need to paint some (for myself, not for class), and read some (ditto). I need to stop acting as if my life revolves around me and only me, and remember I'm so damn lucky to be worrying about this instead of something else. My house isn't in danger of being blown up (I think), I don't have cancer (knock on wood), and I've never had a boyfriend cheat on me (that I know of). I'm damn lucky.

Yeah.

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November 10, 2001

Missing out

Oh I'm so mad... my brother is having a party at his house tomorrow for the big Browns vs Steelers game, and I have to work! I wish I could just skip, but Sundays are overtime and I can't afford to miss out on that. Poor college student business... anyway, while they're partying away, I'll be sorting cartloads of books. Such fun I have.

I just know I'm going to get an ulcer from the nastiness going on at the Beliefnet.com boards. I go there for some theological discussion, but the level of mudslinging is amazing. These are all people, by the way, claiming to have God standing behind them. I'm starting to get tired trying to play the buffer role. Thank God this is going on online, because if they were in close physical proximity, they might just kill each other.

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November 08, 2001

Work sucks

I am so swamped with work right now I think I'm going to hurt somebody. Three papers, a presentation, and entire sketchbook, and I still haven't met with my advisor yet. Drina is going crazy. Five more weeks, that's it... but I really don't know how I'm going to manage all this stuff.

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November 06, 2001

30th Anniversary

Today is my parents' 30th wedding anniversary, and I'm not sure if there's something that I'm supposed to do, or what. My brother is buying flowers and some other stuff, but am I supposed to buy them something? Take them out to dinner maybe? Or is that not the kid's job? I suppose I could take them to the new Olive Garden, or something. I don't know. I'm not good at these sorts of things. I never know what I'm supposed to do.

I came home today because I have a dentist's appointment, and this computer is bugging the heck out of me. Now I'm used to the network hook up, and this dial-up is driving me nuts. I suppose I could always wait until I get back to school to start messing with stuff online. I voted today, that's how bored I am. There was nothing to vote for, really. I voted for my old boss at the Y... she's running for school board. That's about it.

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Don't bother with fools

Nevermind. I've decided to give up on arguing about this. I know what the truth is, and I'm not going to get upset if someone believes something different than I do. That's a weakness. If someone wants to believe I'm doing something wrong, there's nothing I can do about that except point out those three little words in Leviticus that explain why that verse is there.

"But avoid foolish controversies and genealogies and arguments and quarrels about the law, because these are unprofitable and useless." Titus 3:9

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Legalism strikes again

Whoever it is that decided to not leave their name or e-mail in the guestbook misusing scripture to impose religious rules has completely ignored what s/he just wrote. Idoloatry is the sin most talked about in the Bible, and this verse in Leviticus refers to just that. "...for the dead," don't ignore that. It's tempting to use this to say those people who pierce or tatoo themselves are sinning, but we are not worshipping idols or doing it "for the dead." This is what happens when people focus on a few words, using the ones they like and ignoring the ones they don't. If someone has a tatoo, who are we to say they are not genuine followers of Christ?

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November 05, 2001

Tatoos and legalism

Tatoos are not anti-Christian. Why do people have a hard time understanding that? This is what happens when people care only about outward human-defined signs of religiosity. That bugs me.

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November 04, 2001

WTF?

How the heck could the Browns lose a 14 point lead with 36 seconds left on the clock?

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November 01, 2001

Bleh

I am on such a sugar high right. I have a lot of candy left over.... everyboy does. It's all sitting outside everyone's doors, hoping it will be snapped up eventually. I have a lot of Reece's cups left over. I'm betting people will take them all by tonight. Holloween went smoothly, it looks like. So much for a terrorist 31st.

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