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"To announce there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public."
Teddy Roosevelt

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So said God

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Luke 6:36

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October 31, 2002

Halloween

Halloween was always one of my favorite holidays as a kid --nothing beats a good ghost story. I've grown up a lot since then, and I don't believe in ghosts anymore... but there are still few things better than a good story to give you chills on a cold Halloween night. Before I ever stepped on to this campus, I'd already heard of the ghost of Emma Lang. She's the long-passed chick who supposedly roams around these hallways. From what I heard tonight, Emma never hurts anyone, but refuses to ever leave the building. It's hers. I have never seen Emma, nor do I believe in Emma (the ghost, that is) but the Emma Lang story brings a lot of charm to this old, creaky building. I love Halloween.

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The Lang Gang

The Lang Gang lunch ladies are a riot. Today, they transformed the cafeteria into a haunted house where they served up brains and eyeballs and soup that looked suspiciously like week-old blood. They get a kick out of this every year. This Hallowen I'll be working at the computer lab from 6-9, so I'll miss most of the spooky festivities. I think there will be ghost stories at 10 though. Supposedly my hall is haunted by the ghost of the woman for whom it is named. My roomie has some stories to tell from her freshman year. She was living with three other girls in a quad, which had magic ants crawling everywhere, but only they could see them. As soon as someone else came into the room, they'd disappear. And when the entire hall's lights would go out, only their room would stay lit. I don't believe in ghosts, so I don't think it's so freaky, but it's fun watching everyone get so scared. Happy Halloween.

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October 29, 2002

Where's the Aleve? Come on...

The front of my head feels like it is pulsating more than the facade of San Carlo Alle Quatro church... yeah I just took my western art exam, which I believe I failed miserably. I'm so art history stupid it's incredible. I didn't have any time to study, with my research methods intro due at 8:25 this morning. I feel like so much more is expected of me than I can keep up with. Falling behind on everything... it's not a nice feeling. Now I have a 10-15 paper due for the professor whose test I just failed. I can't do ten pages. I can't even do ten paragraphs. This is not my subject. Why I'm here I don't know. This is not self-doubt; this is my recognition of what I can not do. And I can't.

I'd say again how much I hate doing this crap, but it's the same old story. When will I ever figure out what the hell I'm supposed to be doing with my life, I don't know. I hope it's soon. Tomorrow would be nice.

I hate school.

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October 26, 2002

Plusses and Minuses.

Whether or not it has been a good day is still inconclusive. The scale tips a different direction every five minutes.

Today's plus: my mom just told me on the phone that tonight the clocks go back an hour. That means I have an extra hour to write my research methods paper.

Today's minus: Morpheus is not connecting, and I have no idea why. I have a suspiscion that it has to do with the school's network finally clamping down on us.

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Idiocy

It upsets me when people who feel they are so superior to others (with whom they may disagree about certain issues) will shut them out completely in an effort to show their superiority. That kind of immaturity and snobbishness should have been left behind in the sixth grade, and has no place among people who claim to live by the rule of faith. I'm not naming names, but I am annoyed. This is ridiculous.

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The Friday Five

The Friday Five:

1. What is your favorite scary movie?

The Others. It's not really scary, but it's the best "scary" movie I've seen. It's not uber-cheesy like Scream, or something, and the ending is totally unexpected. I want to find a good scary movie, though. Most of the ones I've seen suck.

2. What is your favorite Halloween treat?

Blueberry Blowpops.

3. Do you dress up for Halloween? If so, describe your best Halloween costume.

I used to, but I've cut that tradition since my age hit the double digits. The best costume I've seen though, is a kid down the street from me that came trick-or-treating a couple years ago. He dressed up like a smoke alarm, had the lights and beeps and everything. It was great.

4. Do you enjoy going to haunted houses or other spooky events?

Only if they're good. There are few things worse on Halloween than going to a haunted house that bores you.

5. Will you dress up for Halloween this year?

Nope.

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October 25, 2002

Teaching rats

Today in the psych lab, we were shaping our rats to barpress. The first two rats learned surprisingly quickly. Within five minutes, we had each slamming that bar for food every two seconds. We were confident that we'd have all four trained before the end of the period, but rat #3 decided to get feisty. My lab partner picked him up out of his cage to put him in the skinner box when he started squirming around violently and fell to the floor. The room was pitch black, and we lost him. My professor had to come in and turn the lights on to look for the little guy. After a few minutes we found him accross the room, and continued the experiment with the lights on. We only got three of our rats trained, and my lab partner was a tad bit embarrased. My group elected me to be the official rat wrangler for the three of us, so now I get to move them every lab. Yay.

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October 24, 2002

The dreams we have

A couple of nights ago I dreamed that I died in my sleep. After I died, I talked with God and asked him to let me go back for my parent's sake. I told him that I was cool with hanging out with Him for the rest of forever, but my parents would be so devastated to have to bury a child now, especially me (since I'm not a good Catholic that will escape punishment after death). I said that I might be ready but my parents are not, because they don't know what will happen to me after I die. I know, but they don't know. So He let me, and I went back to my life, still asleep. That was my dream, which I didn't think too much of. But when I told my roommate that dream, she kinda got freaked out, because she dreamed about me dying.

I'm still trying to understand the "freaky" take everyone has on death. It seems unnatural to me to be afraid to die (are people afraid to be born?). I don't know. All I can say is that if I die today, I won't have to finish my research methods paper, and I'll never have trouble finding jeans that fit. Sounds good to me. I just want to know why people are so afraid. Maybe I'll do a study.

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October 22, 2002

Yes, we're nerds

Last night Steph and I had another late-night chat in the dark (we always plan on going to bed early, especially if we both class at 8 a.m., but we end up chatting for hours), and something came up that got me curious. What is the plural form of uterus? Is it uteruses, or uteri? According to dictionary.com, both are correct. Since I don't anticipate ever having to use the plural form of uterus in conversation again, it's not important, but I was curious. I'm a nerd.

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October 20, 2002

My family loves me

Since I've gone off to school, I've noticed that when I come home my parents treat me like royalty. It's nice. Friday evening when I pulled up into the drive, my dad carried all of my things inside the house. He took my laundry downstairs which my mom offered to wash (I did it myself, though) and made me dinner. They had gone grocery shopping to buy my favorite things, too. Saturday my mom made me breakfast and my dad paid for my ticket at the Lakeland Intertribal Indian Pow Wow. This morning, my mom puts a $20 bill in my hands, and my dad gives me $10. I think they think I'm super poor (which is kinda true), but I'm obviously not starving, or anything. They also save all their quarters, so that I have money to do my laundry. Really, I have it made. My little sister was even complaining about it. I bet when I graduate I won't have it this nice, so for the time being I'm making sure to be grateful for the awesome perks college life is giving me. Yay.

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October 18, 2002

Another interesting search string

Latest interesting search string that brought a visitor to Sonafide.com: marijuana drawing picture gallery.

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October 17, 2002

Latest interesting search string

Latest interesting search string that brought a visitor to Sonafide.com: Wedding photos boobs. Nice.

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October 16, 2002

My how things change

I was awake last night, studying at an ungodly hour for my Learning exam that I have been stressing about so much lately. I paced the hallway at 3 a.m. trying to cram all that info into my brain. It paid off. This morning, I went to class and took the exam... I wrote for two straight hours, only picking the pen up off the paper to turn the page. At 12:30 I finished. And I know I got an A (this was the same class that I scored the D- on the first exam). And now I'm going to take a nap.

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October 14, 2002

On my agenda

Papers due in two to three weeks:

1. Reactive attachment disorder in infancy

2. The effects of exposure to stereotypically effeminate gay men on heterosexist attitudes.

3. William Bouguereau & Jacopo Bassano comparative analysis

Sounds like fun, don't it.

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October 13, 2002

I hate you,

Damn Insomnia.

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October 12, 2002

Another search string

Okay, some of the ways people get to my website boggles my mind. The latest hit: a search for "growing marijuana in a refridgerator." I'm not kidding. Why are you looking for ways to grow marijuana in a refridgerator? Sheesh.

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A full moon

I saw an ass tonight. Damn Yankees was such a riot. Everyone did so well, the actors were fabulous. The story goes that a middle-aged suburban husband gets an offer from Satan to transform into a younger man and play for the major leagues. He accepts, of course, and quickly becomes the star player. My favorite scene was one in which the baseball team was in their locker room, and one of the players whips off his towel and flashes the other guys. Since it was a midnight show, I guess the actor decided to get a little crazy. He didn't wear his boxers and flashed his ass to the crowd. Everyone erupted --it was great. This has to be one of the best shows I've seen. I love midnight musicals.

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October 11, 2002

Those damn Yankees

Sarah and I are going to the Midnight performance of Damn Yankees at the school theater. I heard it was a good show. Steph keeps telling me --she's the wardrobe mistress. She gets to literally dress and undress the actors during the performance. Sounds like fun. Show starts in a little over an hour.

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Simply pathetic. Yes I am.

I have two dollars in my pocket, fifteen in my bank account (not that I can really access it with my card, since it expired two weeks ago) and a sock full of loose change. That's it. How pathetically broke am I? Buying water is too much of a dip in my resources. I have to drink the city water, which is kinda scary (it has been scientifically shown to cause mutations in the local wildlife). The fountain is a death trap, but I gotta do it. I have no cash.

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October 10, 2002

Making me happy

While I was at the gallery today, I ran into my color theory prof from last year. He asked me if I was an art major, because he hasn't seen me in any art classes this semester. I told him I was a psych major, art minor... and that I was considering art as a second major. He really encouraged me to do that --he said the drawing that I did for the student show was really strong, and that he'd like to see where I am after taking some more classes. Oh my gosh, is that exactly what I needed to hear? Yes. I'm happy I ran into him, cause now I really want to keep going. Of course I don't have the tuition, but whatever. Maybe if I keep buggin God for it he'll hand me some cash for some art classes. Maybe.

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October 09, 2002

Drina loves psychology

I should mention that for all my ranting about psychology work, I do actually like it. I mean, as long as the crap work ends when I graduate. Tonight I had an exam in Abnormal, and we had to diagnose cases with different stress and anxiety disorders. It's fascinating. But I'm still determined to be an art nerd after this is all over.

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October 08, 2002

I love the school bookstore

Shopping at the school bookstore can be dangerous, especially if you're using a pre-paid school card to buy stuff. I saw this at the bookstore when I stopped in to buy some notebooks, and I grabbed it. Impulse buy, but I don't care. I love it.

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October 07, 2002

Hepi berdej tu ju

Hepi berdej tu ju, hepi berdej tu ju, hepi berdej dir Stephanie, hepi berdej tu ju! -The Vurbic family.

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October 05, 2002

Weird search string

According to my website hit counter, somebody stumbled onto my site today after searching Yahoo.com with the search phrase fell out of her top. I have no idea what this person was surfing for, but I doubt that my site has anything of interest in that regard. I have one page where I blogged about a Brintey Spears performance in which she looked like she fell out of her top, but that's it. No naky pics here. Sorry.

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October 03, 2002

These annoying neighbors of mine

What a curse to have neighbors you can't stand. The people upstairs (right above our room) are being uber noisy, as usual. I don't know what they do up there. Some nights it sounds like line dancing. Every night it's something.

The food drive isn't going well. Even though my hallway is the most frequented of all in the dorm, nobody has put any donations in the paper grocery bag I left outside my door for the monthly church food drive. The only thing in there is a box of cereal that my roomie left, and some canned vegetables that Sarah gave me from Nanna's pantry. Nothing else. It kinda sucks, because I made a big colorful sign and everything, but the only thing people have to eat around here is Easy Mac, and I don't think they want to part with it.

I'll probably hit the supermarket and pick some stuff up. I only have $12 in my pocket, but I figure that I'll be broke whether I donate my cash or not, so I might as well do something good with my resources. Berea Welfare will probably appreciate it. I would.

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October 01, 2002

My skin is raw

I have three huge blisters on my right hand and my hair is full of white paint. I worked. I finished sanding and painting the gallery walls about a half hour ago. I think I did a really good job --the blisters on my hand should prove it. I'm very tired, and very sleepy. I was up until 4 am this morning, and slept for two hours before getting up to study some more for my methods test. I was studying when my roomie went to sleep, and I was studying when she woke up in the morning. I got to class at 8 am and studied for twenty five more minutes. My proffessor gave us four essays, one of which I did not finish writing when time ran out at 9:30. This semester has been horrible for me thus far, at least as far as my classes go. I'm only doing well in one class. I'm ready to graduate already.