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| 01:44am 09/06/2007 |
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So up until this point I was more than ready to graduate; to move onto the next stage of my life at Mr. Jefferson's prestigious (and by prestigious I mean pretentious) University. And then a week ago I went to Senior Night.
As I was watching the senior video and slideshow (which I did not make an appearance in), all of the memories that defined my high school experience came back to me. The midnight Kroger runs and talks with Ross, the numerous games of Egyptian Ratscrew with T-Ran, and sampling all of the Mexican restaurants in the area with DxC. The memories of skipping Calculus for an "early morning appointment" with Debbie and her kitchen and my trip to France with some of my closest friends will never leave the recesses of my mind. I will always remember feeding the birds after a failed quest for the Nuclear Power Plant with Jenny, and of course that awkward moment 3 years ago when Bobby and I started dating.
But let's be honest. I won't miss the soggy Subway sandwiches and the continuously rising chicken prices. I can't wait to actually have freedom and not have tyrannical teachers telling me that no, I may not use the restroom during study hall! It will be nice not to have to worry about the spider nests when I'm trying to use the bathroom on the end of Building 8, and even nicer when I can come home without caterpillar guts gracing the soles of my shoes. I'm excited to walk through the Grounds of UVA during the Spring without having to smell the horrible stench of those Bradford Pears, you know, the big white trees that smell like rotting fish. I won't miss 7 AM band rehearsals and long-winded lectures on "finding truth" in music, and I certainly won't miss the Chorus bus catching on fire, getting lost, or whatever else may go wrong on Spring Trip. The days when I do not have to start my day with a moment of silence for "reflection" and Words of Wisdom that no one even cares about cannot come soon enough. And quite frankly, I'm tired of being followed around by some lady counting how many tardies add up to an absense and how many absences equal an exam. Above all, however, I'm excited about actually choosing what classes I take, as opposed to sitting through classes such as, say, Marketing and Media, that are completely unnecessary for my major (which is still undecided).
So, in all honesty, I am 100% ready to leave, and I know that on some level, you are, too. The memories that I've made with each of you will last for years to come, but we all still have a lifetime ahead of us to make more, even sweeter memories. High School is not the be all and end all of our lives; there are better things yet to come outside of this 13 building safe-haven. And so, because I needed a quote, I'll leave you with the wise words of Bart Simpson, "Smell you later." |
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| 11:25pm 05/06/2007 |
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Oh summer, sweet summer, how I love thee.
Je t'aime!
<3 E-Claire |
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| 03:27am 20/12/2006 |
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I am so lucky.
Carter is one of my best friends, I’m my Daddy’s “Special Gift from God,” and my mom and I took bowling lessons together for 6 weeks. Don’t tell me my family isn’t the greatest.
I just got into the second best public university in the nation. I’m 8 in a class of over 250. I’ve been blessed with intelligence and a strong work ethic.
My friends are the greatest people in the world. They care about me so much.
Bobby is the most incredible boyfriend I could have ever asked for. 2 years and 8 months later, I’m still as in love with him as ever, and he’s taking me to Louis Ginter Botanical Gardens to see the Festival of Lights tomorrow night.
My family has been able to give me many experiences – skiing, Canada, Chicago, Florida, Colorado, even France.
I am so lucky.
This entry is not meant to rub my privileges in anybody’s face, and I sincerely hope that I’m not doing that. I just hate when people don’t appreciate their infinite blessings.
It drives me crazy when people talk about the money issues of their family or how they don’t have enough clothes. Or not enough friends. Or no boyfriend. I think it’s extremely important to appreciate what you do have. And honestly, I have everything that I need.
I’m thankful for all of my blessings. Of course there are things that would be nice to have, but I don’t need anything else.
My life is incredible, and I’m thankful.
On a completely different note, my life has changed significantly in the past year.
More than anything else, though, my friends have changed. I thought I would miss her when she turned against me, but now I have come to realize how she used me. How she manipulated me. How insincere she was most of the time. How hypocritical, how mean-hearted. How self-centered she was. All of her flaws are magnified now that I’m out of the friendship.
But that doesn’t mean that I ever stopped caring. I never did. I never could. I still love her. I always will. It hurts me when I offer a hand to her and she pushes it away. It makes it hard for me to see why I love her. I can’t see it anymore, yet, I can’t stop caring about her. I can’t stop worrying about her, and I can’t stop loving her.
I am glad that we’re done.
I feel replaced. I used to be the 4 in the friendship, now it’s the shallow girl. It sucks to feel like I was replaced by a person who I absolutely know is inferior to me… in kindness, in empathy, in intelligence, in everything.
But I’ve realized that my old “best friends” were never real friends. They never cared. They were always too self-absorbed they couldn’t see past themselves to help me through my struggles. They could never make time to listen; they could only talk.
I hate realizing that I wasted three years on false friends and now I’m starting over. I hate seeing the negative sides of all the people I used to love and cherish and call my best friends. I hate realizing that they never treated me right and I let them walk all over me.
But those people make me appreciate the new friends I have made. The people I have become closer to. My past friends have made me realize how little they cared for me. They showed me that real friends will listen during the tough times. Wipe away my tears when I cry. Give me hugs. Joke with me. Care for me. It’s something that I haven’t really felt since I left my best friends in middle school.
I’m glad that my group of friends has changed. They make me want to become a better person. They drive me to be a better friend. They encourage me to improve myself. They are a model of what kind of friend I want to be. Especially M.C. Hutch.
Je t’aime.
<3 E-Claire |
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| 02:37am 03/12/2006 |
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That good old song of
Wah-hoo-wah
We'll sing it o'er and o'er
It cheers our hearts and
warms our blood
To hear them shout and roar.
We come from Old Virginia,
Where all is bright and gay.
Let's all join hands and give a yell
For the dear old UVa
WAHOOWA!
WAHOOWA!
Uni-v, Virginia!
Hoo-rah-ray!
Hoo-rah-ray!
Ray! Ray!
UVA!!! |
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| 10:36pm 20/09/2006 |
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Bobby and I have been dating for 2 years and 5 months. Pretty crazy, huh?
The Cross Country Meet went really well for all of us. I ran 2 minutes better than I did last week, which, in running, is a lot.
The UVA application is really long and will be tedious to do. But that's what I want, and I'm not going to let that stop me from applying early decision. My cousin Rob is strongly considering going there, also, which would be incredible.
We don't have the money to send me to an out of state school, except with an incredible scholarship, and it makes me feel like my choices are so limited. I got an application from Saint Joseph's up in PA, but I know that even with the $40,000 scholarship that they told me I was eligable for, my family still wouldn't be able to afford to send me there. I had never even considered Saint Joseph's before, and hell, what's the point in me going to a Catholic university when for 1. I'm not Catholic and 2. I struggle with whether or not I believe at all? It's just the fact that I know I can't go somewhere like that is starting to bother me. We never once looked at an out of state school.
Rick's wedding is in about 2 weeks, and I could not be more excited.
Tucker is 2 and 0 right now, a better record than we've ever had since I've been there.
All in all, things are going well.
Je t'aime!
<3 E-Claire
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| 09:30pm 28/07/2006 |
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I found something that I feel really passionate about.
YADAPP '06 changed my life.
Je t'aime.
<3 E-Claire |
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| 10:43pm 16/06/2006 |
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So I'm going to France in a couple of days. And by "a couple of days" I mean I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, Sunday.
Oh shit.
I am so so excited. I'm going to a completely new world, a place that I've never experienced. For so long my world has been so narrow, so small, so limited. My whole life has been contained in this one state for 16, oops... 17, years, and now, I finaly have the opportunity to expand my world for 3 weeks. 3 incredible weeks in a foreign country.
I plan on sitting at little cafes on the Champs-Elysees eating croissants, cheese, and pastries. I want to climb the steps of the Eiffel Tower. I can't wait to buy trendy new clothes and cute jewelry in quaint boutiques. Going to the Normandy Beaches. Seeing incredible art in the Louvre. Seeing the incredible architecture of Notre Dame. I can't wait to see the french kids, Faustine, Edouard, Baptiste, and Aline especially, again. I can't wait to meet Faustine's 2 brothers. To go to french parties. To go to the french hang outs, see french movies. I can't wait.
But in all honesty, I AM a bit apprehensive. Being away from everything that I've ever known for 3 whole weeks, is, well... scary. I want to be independent. I want to travel. But doing it without my family and, well, without him is going to be so hard. My parents don't want me to call, and, well, I don't really want to call them. Of course I want to share my experiences with my family and friends, but I don't want to feel the need to call home every night relaying the day's events. But I don't want to go for 3 weeks without communicating with my parents, either. I'm also a bit nervous about all of the theft in Paris. Mr. Rankin and others have really scared me with stories of little 4 year old gypsies trying to steal my shit. The French culture is much different than that of the American one. I mean, they don't smile on the streets. If you smile at a guy, he'll think you're interested. If you smile at a girl, she'll think you're mentally defficient. Just everything is so different. Not to mention I'm scared shitless about meeting Faustine's parents and brothers. All of this on top of, well, not really being fluent in the language. Yeah, I can get by, but there will be huge language barriers that I will have to face/overcome. And that is both exciting and scary.
I still have so much to do before I can go. Including packing, and well, shopping. I can't believe that I'm leaving so soon. I remember when I was thinking, "Only 1 more month!" Then it was "This time next week we'll be in France..." and now it's, "I'm leaving in less than 48 hours." It's just all sureal right now.
This will be the last update before my flight. I'll try to update in France, but don't count on much.
Yesterday was my birthday, and we went to Kabuto's for dinner. It was pretty incredible.
Je t'aime.
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| 08:21pm 05/06/2006 |
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This is the most beautiful song I've ever heard. Ever.
Je t'aimais, je t'aime et je t'aimerais par Francis Cabrel
Mon enfant nue sur les galets
Le vent dans tes cheveux défaits
Comme un printemps sur mon trajet
Un diamant tombé d'un coffret
Seule la lumière pourrait
Défaire nos repères secrets
Où mes doigts pris sur tes poignets
Je t'aimais, je t'aime et je t'aimerai
Et quoique tu fasses
L'amour est partout où tu regardes
Dans les moindres recoins de l'espace
Dans le moindre rêve où tu t'attardes
L'amour comme s'il en pleuvait
Nu sur les galets
Le ciel prétend qu'il te connaît
Il est si beau c'est sûrement vrai
Lui qui ne s'approche jamais
Je l'ai vu pris dans tes filets
Le monde a tellement de regrets
Tellement de choses qu'on promet
Une seule pour laquelle je suis fait
Je t'aimais, je t'aime et je t'aimerai
Et quoique tu fasses
L'amour est partout où tu regardes
Dans les moindres recoins de l'espace
Dans le moindre rêve où tu t'attardes
L'amour comme s'il en pleuvait
Nu sur les galets
On s'envolera du même quai
Les yeux dans les mêmes reflets
Pour cette vie et celle d'après
Tu seras mon unique projet
Je m'en irai poser tes portraits
À tous les plafonds de tous les palais
Sur tous les murs que je trouverai
Et juste en dessous, j'écrirai
Que seule la lumière pourrait...
Et mes doigts pris sur tes poignets
Je t'aimais, je t'aime et je t'aimerai
I know that most of you, well, all of you won't really know what that all says. But it seriously is beautiful. Not just the music, but the words also. I love it.
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| 12:13am 04/06/2006 |
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i want to break all stereotypes.
Je t'aime.
<3 E-Claire
p.s. this law and order svu is creeping me out hardcore. |
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| 12:08am 01/06/2006 |
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P.S. my SAT II scores aren't posted and i'm pissed. they said a "small percent" weren't posted. i have to check back june 3. what the hell??? |
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| 11:56pm 31/05/2006 |
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Prom was incredible.
Chicago was cold, but also amazing.
I'm trying to drink the recommended amount of water per day (8 8 oz cups aka 64 oz aka 2 nalgene bottles), and as a result, I go to the bathroom non-stop.
France is too soon. And that makes me smile like whoa. About 18 days. :)
My birthday is in about 15 days. Weird. That crept up on me like whoa.
I want to be in top 10 soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bad.
I want to be president of Peer Helpers next year. And on French Honor Society council. And National Honors Society, also. I most likely won't win any of these.
I want to have a lot of chords and medals at my graduation next year so I can look impressive.
I'm basically a senior.
I'm getting out of school at school at 12 tomorrow. This will be the first time I ever skip a class, and I feel like such a bad ass. I'm going to go home and do my 2 projects that are due on Monday.
I have SATs on Saturday.
I don't have money.
Seniors come to me for boy advice, and I like it that way.
I want to go to the river with Bobby. Or with anyone.
John said our Star Wars movie wouldn't be good because we don't have real lightsabres because they are too expensive. He's just jealous that we didn't call him to be in our movie.
I miss John. Hey Kalene, if you're reading this, we should go on a double date. Oh my god, that's a good idea. At least, I thought so. Ha.
I sat in a senior's honors assembly for 2 hours today and all I was thinking about is how many of those awards I want to be called up for next year. Top 10, Principal's Award, various scholarships, French award, Study Abroad, the list goes on...
I have way too much on my plate for next year already.
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| 11:39pm 11/05/2006 |
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I guess things are back to being okay with Carmen. Which is good, because I have missed her. I don't know. Ever since my friendship with Jessica fell through I felt like my friendship with Carmen fell through, also. I guess it did. But there was nothing that I could do about it because she was the one avoiding me. I finally confronted her about it tonight, and, well, I hope things are okay with us. We're going to bake cookies sometime soon, like the old days. Plus we're rooming together on Spring Trip. Hopefully that will be a bit of a "re-bonding" experience.
I'm so excited about this summer. It's going to start out so fantastically with a 3 week trip in France. 37 days are left until we leave, I do believe. Then in July I'm going to YADAPP with Peer Helpers for 4 days at Longwood, then the beach with my family.
This summer is going to be incredible because, well, I can drive. It will be my first summer with a car, and I can't wait. A car represents so much freakin' freedom. Gah. I'm going to hang out with Fritz and Marshall and that gang a lot this summer because this semester has represented a serious lack of Fritz. Star Wars movie marathon WILL go down. Along with lazy days on the river.
I have high expectations for this summer, don't let me down. Please. It will be weird this summer because my mom didn't re-new our pool membership. This will be the first time in 16 years that I haven't had a pool to go to over the summer. Which sucks, because this is the first year I would have been able to drive myself up there instead of just walking or riding a bike. It's okay though, I suppose. I mean, I'll just go as a guest with my friends or something.
Prom is on Saturday and I'm so excited. Emily and I are going to get our nails done together and she's going with me to get my hair did. I really like that Emily and I have become such great friends.
On an even happier note, our Star Wars movie for French WILL be incredible. Fritz will be Chewbacca, and Bobby Obi Wan. Emily will be an excellent Darth Sidious, I'm sure, and Becca makes the best R2-D2 noises I've ever heard. There will, of course, be a love affair between Anakin, played by Marshall, and Amidala, played by myself. There will, most certainly, be a hot steamy kiss, but a fake one, bien sur.
In short, I can't wait until the summer.
Oh, and I heard a beautiful French song today. "Je t'aimais, Je t'aime, et Je t'aimerai" by Jean-Jacques Gouldman. It's so sweet.
Je t'aime!
<3 E-Claire |
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| 08:49pm 08/05/2006 |
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I know that I shouldn't compare myself to my brother. I know that.
But I can't help it.
Carter went to Governor's School. He half-assed a hell of a lot of his work. He didn't do homework. He still did better than I am doing at Tucker; a school a hell of a lot easier than Governor's School. I'm working my ass off for the grades that I have. He just makes me feel dumb. I know that I wouldn't be able to get into William and Mary like he did. Academically, I don't hold a candle to my brother.
Sure, I have French on him. But he's got everything else on me. And I know that this is so bad. I shouldn't compare myself to Carter, it's just... I feel dumb. And I know that I am one of the last people that should be complaining about feeling dumb seeing as I do very well in school, but I can't help it when I think about Carter's academic achievements.
I just don't feel like I have a passion. And I guess that the only thing that has really been my passion is my grades. And just looking at Carter, I just see that that passion is, well, crap. If that's my "passion", then I need some serious improvement.
There's just nothing that I really really love. I don't really love music like Chaz does. I don't love drama or piano or singing like Jessica does. I don't love running or sports like a number of my friends do. I'm just there. With my school. Which isn't even that great. Seriously. Hopefully it's just because I'm young that I don't know whawt I want.
On the brighter side of things, Prom is next Saturday, and Emily is going to help me get ready. :) Spring Trip is in 11 days. Hello Chicago! PLUS we're making a sweet movie in Statistics class, not to mention I'm going to make a sweet Star Wars movie for French class with a certain Marshall and Emily. France in 41 days, and the French kids in 45. You have no idea how much I miss them; they have become a part of me. I love them.
Je t'aime.
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| 07:27pm 01/05/2006 |
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mood:  I miss them.
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| 12:29am 12/04/2006 |
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Basically...
I love french kids.
This could very well be the best spring break ever.
Carytown, Belle Isle, picnic at Ukrops, the mall, a cereal party, Maymont Park... and that's just been the past 2 days. Not to mention tonight I learned all sorts of bad words in french. Who knew that a word for "to eat" could be bad?
Faustine, Edouard, and Baptiste are some of the funniest people I've met in my life.
Oh, and I don't recomend trying to teach french kids about emo kids, pimps, bling bling, and Hooters. It's really hard to do.
God I'm having the time of my life!!!
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| 12:39am 22/03/2006 |
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Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me
I was a child and she was a child
In this kingdom by the sea
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabel Lee
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me
And this was the reason that long ago
In this kindgdom by the sea
A wind blew out of a cloud chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea
The angels not half so happy in heaven
Went envying her and me
Yes that was the reason as all men know
In this kingdom by the sea
That the wind came out of the cloud by night
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
But neither the angels in heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my sould from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And so all the night-tide I lie down by the side
Of my darling my darling my life and my bride
In her sepulchre there by the sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea
- Edgar Allan Poe
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| 12:08am 07/03/2006 |
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i like reading the posts that aren't about anything in particular, just what people want/are thinking. those are good.
i got a prom dress friday night. it's jade. when i told bobby he said, "oh, so it's black?" you wouldn't get it. you don't go to tucker. there's a black girl named jade. it was funny.
i miss bobby like whoa. he should not be suspended for 10 days, this whole thing is fucking ridiculous. and by fucking ridiculous i mean ridiculous like whoa.
i'm afraid my kids are going to be the out of control fuckers that are on supernanny.
my brother's home from spring break and i like it that way.
i miss alisa and old friends in general.
hell, i miss having friends.
congres francais is this saturday, and we are so unprepared. it's not good.
Faustine comes on april 8. that seems far away, but it's not. i have so much cleaning to do.
some rotary exchange people came and talked to us today at school. i would love love LOVE to live abroad for a year before i go off to college.
but i dont think that i could be away from bobby for that long.
i never got to see bobby as conrad birdie in bye bye birdie because he got kicked out the night i was going to go. i feel like the world's shittiest girlfriend.
i'm so excited about france this summer. but aprehensive, also.
i want to go swing dancing.
i hate the x-box with a passion.
i love michael moore and his documentaries.
i wish i could afford a versaci dress like selma hayek's. en mon avis, she was the best dressed last night.
i'm glad that crash won best film. so is oprah.
my aunt was in town this weekend. she french braided my hair as if i were little again.
i miss being little.
i want warm weather. it's hard to be cute in scarves and winter coats.
i have a french vocab quiz tomorrow. 125 words. shit.
i have a stats test tomorrow. chapter 10. shit shit SHIT.
i have a band concert tomorrow night. i have 2 solos. oh fuck.
i watched proof and shawshank redemption on sunday. i also knitted about half of a scarf.
morgan freeman is in every good movie ever.
things have been all around crappy lately.
i want to see a psychiatrist, but i don't know how to ask my mom.
i just want to see one to be able to say that i go to a psychiatrist for my mental well being. not to mention that i think my mental well being needs it.
i want to be crafty and sew another purse. actually, i want to go beyond a purse and do a skirt. too bad i don't know how.
i want to go running in a place that is not victory lady fitness.
i want to beat up some bitch named kendall hawk, but i don't know who she is.
i want things to slow down.
i want march 22 to come because it's a half day.
i want spring break so desperately. but i'm worried about that because i'll have to constantly be go go going because faustine will be here. zut alors.
my social life is dying because i haven't been on aim recently. what can i say? it's not too hard just to do without.
i want soda so badly. god damn you lent. shit. i'm going to hell for saying that.
i want to go to bed.
je t'aime
<3 E-Claire |
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| 09:19pm 21/02/2006 |
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things refuse to go my way these days.
oh well. |
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| 11:16pm 16/01/2006 |
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So I was watching my Oprah DVDs today, (What else is new?) and I realized 2 things:
1. Since I've started my Oprah obsession I've always wanted to meet her. I still do want to meet her. But now I want to meet her because she wants to meet me. I want to do something so great that Oprah will be changed by it (she's changed by a lot of things). I want to do something that Oprah will say, "I want to have an interview with Claire because she did something to help humanity." I want Oprah to interview me because I wrote an earth-shattering book like Elie Wiesel or because I inspired her like Diana Ross or Sidney Poitier. I want Oprah to meet me because I fix fistulas for women in Ethiopia free of charge like Dr. Catherine Hamlin. I want Oprah to want to meet me. Not the other way around. And I don't want her to meet me because I'm a celebrity. I want her to want to meet me because I changed her or I did something to make the world a better place.
2. Oprah never blinks. Seriously.
You know, everyone is writing all these posts on college searches and what they want in a school and how much college searches are stressing them out these days. And you know what? I'm just not worrying about it. I know that I want UVA. And that's where it stops. I haven't been on any college websites and I haven't done any college visitations. And that's okay with me. Because I know what I want. And I'm just focused on getting there right now. And I'm glad that I have my heart set on a place already. It makes things so much easier.
Je t'aime.
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| 101 more things you may not know about me. |
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| 11:34pm 06/01/2006 |
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1. I watch Oprah every single day. If I know I'll miss her, I tape her.
2. I love turtle neck sweaters.
3. Bobby has taught me that I am beautiful the way I am.
4. I don't think that I'm a particularly good person.
5. I value humor in a person above most things.
6. Colorado is my favorite state.
7. Hoodies are my favorite article of clothing.
8. Genetics makes me happy. Extremely happy.
9. I don't really know what I want to do with my life anymore.
10. I don't understand football. But I like watching it.
11. I was a cheerleader all throughout elementary school and most of middle school. I didn't try out for my school cheerleading squad because I was afraid of rejection.
12. I really miss my friends from middle school.
13. I like sleeping on the couch better than sleeping in my own bed.
14. I have every single Veggie Tales movie.
15. New Year's is nothing special to me anymore.
16. I love crisp, clear, winter days.
17. I hate Texas. Not really, but I like bombing on it because it makes Bobby angry.
18. My mother and I do not get along at all.
19. I am a Daddy's girl.
20. I love movies that make me cry.
21. I enjoy knitting, but I'm terrible.
22. I love DDR, but once again, I'm terrible.
23. I like bacon cheeseburgers.
24. I only eat fajitas and enchiladas at Mexican restaurants.
25. I don't think that most of my friends care as much about me as I do about them.
26. I don't like playing the bassoon. Or any musical instrument, for that matter.
27. I am extremely tone deaf.
28. I am always cold.
29. I never expected to find love as a teenager.
30. I am so in love with Bobby.
31. I feel guilty about not going to church more.
32. My tongue looks disgusting some days. Bobby says it's because I drink lava.
33. I love learning new things.
34. I have very little common sense.
35. I have a hard time saying no to anyone or anything.
36. I will never understand jealousy. Ever.
37. I do not understand statistics.
38. I am one of the biggest extroverts you will ever meet.
39. I think that I rely on other people to much to make myself happy.
40. I'm a firm believer in Karma.
41. I don't think I realize what I have until I have to let it go.
42. I think that you understand love better after you've been hurt by it.
43. I feel forgiveness is the key to life.
44. But you should never forget.
45. I have a strong faith, but not strong religious beliefs.
46. I am unsure whether or not I believe in the Holy Trinity (the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit).
47. I think that I have more friends who actually care a lot about me than I have led myself to believe.
48. I love Teen Girl Squad on homestarrunner.com.
49. I suck at photography.
50. I am addicted to MySpace, and I hate it.
51. I love working out.
52. I like songs with profond lyrics that make me think.
53. I love the movie and the book Little Women. I cry every time.
54. I cry easily.
55. I am one of the most liberal people you will ever meet.
56. I hate wearing bras.
57. I love baking.
58. I want to travel the world.
59. I get bored way too easily.
60. I never get enough sleep.
61. I played basketball for a recreational league for a really long time. I was relatively good. I never tried out for school teams for fear of being rejected.
62. I'm scared of being wrong.
63. Mrs. Svor inspired me so much last year. I want to be just like her when I grow up.
64. I love playing board games.
65. I wish I knew how to sew like Carmen can.
66. I've been dating Bobby for 1 year, 8 months, and 17 days. Things could not be better with him.
67. I'm scared to death about college.
68. I am sweet at Snowboard Kids. But terrible at James Bond 007 on the N64.
69. I don't know what I'm saving my money for.
70. I've already started looking for a Prom dress. I don't even know when Prom is.
71. I don't usually learn from mistakes. Unless they are big ones.
72. I love watching trashy dating shows on late night TV.
73. One of my goals in life is to be able to determine which Oprah season is which just by Oprah's hair.
74. I only talk to a fifth, probably not even that, of the people on my buddy list.
75. I don't understand using and manipulating people.
76. I am a die-hard Yankees fan.
77. Science is my passion.
78. A good rule of thumb for me is as follows: If it is green, I will not eat it.
79. I think I'm a carnivore.
80. I drank 15 Shirley Temples at my cousin's wedding. This leads me to believe that I may have a drinking problem in the future.
81. We like to play a game called "Find the Stench" in my house. The stench is usually found in our refrigerator. Yeah, it's gross, I know.
82. I love having deep, meaningful conversations late at night.
83. I love girly sleepovers where you giggle and gossip and eat popcorn and watch movies.
84. I had a wonderful childhood.
85. With my most vivid memories, I can tell you what I was wearing. And what everyone else was wearing.
86. I am optimistic like whoa.
87. I am an extremely slow reader.
88. I know all the words to every song from The Little Mermaid. My new goal is to learn them in French.
89. I bought a cowboy hat in Texas. I look damn good in it.
90. People who try so hard to be different that they don't even act like themselves bother me.
91. Christmas stresses me out hardcore.
92. I love lilies.
93. Sweet Pea is my favorite scent from Bath and Body Works.
94. I don't understand music theory whatsoever.
95. I have huge hands and huge feet. My hands are as big as Bobby's and I wear size 11 shoes.
96. I love scarves.
97. Sudoku puzzles rock my world.
98. I want to climb the steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
99. I've never broken a bone. The worst injury I've ever gotten was spraining my ankle at VJAS.
100. I hate my handwriting.
101. My biggest fear in life is being alone. The thought of never getting married and never starting a family scares the crap out of me. |
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