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                <title>World Before Columbus</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 19:37:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Just A Song</div><br />World Before Columbus by Suzanne Vega<br /><br />If your love were taken from me<br />Every color would be black and white<br />It would be as flat as the world before Columbus<br />That's the day that I lose half my sight<br /><br />If your life were taken from me<br />All the trees would freeze in this cold ground<br />It would be as cruel as the world before Columbus<br />Sail to the edge and I'd be there looking down<br /><br />Those men who lust for land<br />And for riches strange and new<br />Who love those trinkets of desire<br />Oh they never will have you<br /><br />And they'll never know the gold<br />Or the copper in your hair<br />How could they weigh the worth<br />Of you so rare<br /><br />If your love were taken from me<br />Every light that's bright would soon go dim<br />It would be as dark as the world before Columbus<br />Down the waterfall and I'd swim over the brim<br /><br />Those men who lust for land<br />And for riches strange and new<br />Who love those trinkets of desire<br />Oh they will never have you<br /><br />And they'll never know the gold<br />Or the copper in your hair<br />How could they weigh the worth<br />Of you so rare <br /><br /><br /><br /> I've been dabbling around in writing so hopefully soon I will have something new to post. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Lost</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 19:16:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br /> For some time now I have felt as if I have just been drifting through space without any anchor to hold me down. During this time I have become hazardous to my health. Not in a harmful way. I would never physically harm myself. But the harm has been done to me emotionally and mentally. So at this moment I need an anchor. I need someone who can protect me from myself. But I'm not really sure if that person exists.<br /><br /><br /> Sometimes I wonder if I am incredibly disillusioned about my idea or concept of love. Sometimes I wonder if I am being a bit unrealistic. All I know is that I want to be loved. I want to be adored. I don't want to have to worry or stress myself to tears over trust issues. I want my relationship to be respected. I want to be priority. I want the shoulder to cry on. I want to be held so tight that I can't breathe. I want to go on day to day knowing that I am the most important person in someone's life.<br /><br /> I can't write anymore. I can't see through my tears.<br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Does It Ever End?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 04:51:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">LIfe</div><br />"Meeting a new lover and beginning a new relationship may make quite a difference in the way you think about yourself. The astral influences encourage you to cast away all restrictions and inhibitions in the presence of someone who accepts you, and allow the real you to come forward. A partnership with someone who loves you, because you are you, is the most rewarding and liberating."<br /><br />"Remember that it takes a great deal of energy to repress and bottle up your feelings, Kiera. Without even realizing it, you may be stuffing a great deal of emotion inside you while trying to ignore it. The truth is that expressing these feelings - whether they be anger, happiness, fear, or self-doubt - will be energizing and extremely freeing. In general, the atmosphere around you will lighten up, and you will be able to interact more openly with others."<br /><br /><br />...Interesting that I should get these horoscopes today...<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Something to Believe</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 16:34:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br /><i> So give me something to believe<br />Cause I am living just to breathe<br />And I need something more<br />To keep on breathing for<br />So give me something to believe</i><br /><br /> I recommend listening to that song. Believe by The Bravery.<br /><br /> Before I start might I add that I am officially done with my presentation. Its in a nice and shiny powerpoint presentation for tomorrow. Here is to hoping these cold symptoms don't progress any further than they have. Otherwise, I will be fucked.<br /><br /> I'm exhausted. This has literally been the worst weekend of my life. Today I think determination won out for me long enough so I could get my project done. And I think I am too mentally exhausted to block out the dark cloud that is hovering around me. Give me another hour or so and I will be back in my fits of hysteria. I can feel it creeping back up on me.<br /><br /> Newsflash: I'm going insane. Yes, I am.<br /><br /> I'm just having issues. Trust issues. Abandonment issues. People issues. Emotional issues.  I think if I had the health insurance I would make the docs put me back on anti-depressants. This semester has taken its toll on me. Funny thing is, its not the work. Its the social aspect of it. Oh yes. I forgot to mention internet issues as well. <br /><br />Grand, I'm physically shaking. Chicken noodle soup or spaghetti? Its all I have left in the pantry. They never came to fix my fridge Friday and since I have eaten out the past two days I really can't afford to again. I think we are going with chicken noodle. Its cold and rainy out. Then later...coffee.<br /><br /> So now that this has turned into a rather pointless ramble I shall make my exit now.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Distress</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 09:26:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Writing</div><br />  So there are several projects in the works, including those who have done requests for Christmas. I have been working on part 2 to "Memories of June" a little at a time. I'm not quite sure if I am satisfied with the way I set up one scene so I may have to change it. It also seems to be lacking something of the heartlessness which is found in part 1. I suppose its what I get when I try to write half-awake. It usually equates to really shitty writing.<br /><br /> I'm also working on something Ben and Lorelei related. (Its not smut I promise. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/x/xd.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":XD:" title="XD" />) Though it may get slapped with a mature warning when I eventually finish and post it because of suggestiveness. I also have another short scene idea of the two of them that occurred to me in my feverish haze of sleep. But that one is going to have to wait till I get a few other projects out of the way first. So I will probably not touch it until Christmas break.<br /><br />  So yes, there is work in progress that I will hopefully be able to share soon. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">College</div><br />  Well, college has me on the verge of pulling my hair out. Its because its the end of the semester and I am at the point where I am getting too impatient to spend any time on any of my work. So my stress is elevated a little more than normal. I think if I  can just survive my presentation Monday and my Biological Anthropology test on Tuesday then I should be good. But right now, just thinking of the two of them is giving me a severe headache.<br /><br /> My roommate and a friend are flying up to Boston today for the weekend so I will have the room to myself. That may help in getting work done and not being distracted. I can usually get more work done when I am alone compared to when someone  is in the room. It could be good timing I guess,<br /></div><br /><br /><div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br />  As I mentioned before it has been a bad week. The week before I found out that my Grandma may have diverticulosis. So she is really sick, can hardly eat, and according to mum really weak. She is scheduled to have a colonoscopy done on December 4th. I hope whatever may be wrong will be an easy fix. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> I really hate that she will have to be sick during the Thanksgiving holiday as well.<br /><br /> Anyways, as for my week. Monday, I stubbed my big toe rather hard on a concrete step. Cracked my toenail and made it bleed. And not to be gross, but some of it fell off last night. its not horrible. When I took pointe lessons way back when I lost the whole toenail once. :rolls: I also stayed up till 2 o'clock Tuesday morning studying for a Stats quiz and Bio Anth lab quiz....only to fail both. -_- Wednesday was relatively okay. Yesterday I received my last test back from Bio Anth and made a 77 on it. I wanted to cry. I spend more time on this class than any other and keep making these horrible grades. It really buggers the shit out of me. Especially when I am doing so much better in all of my other classes. I have another Bio Anth test Tuesday and its really freaking me out. So now its the weekend. Oh! Wait I forgot to mention that our mini fridge in our room broke so I had to toss out about $50 worth of food. I am hoping that sometime today they will be coming to fix it.<br /><br /> So there has been the events of this week tied in to my stress over money, field school , the whole apartment thing, and not even including my lack of sleep because of all of this. There is people too. I mean. I am apparently not a likable person. And i don't understand. I'm not unfriendly, just quiet. And the people who are my friends just keep screwing me over. I'm just really tired of giving and giving and giving and getting nothing back. Its exhausting. Not including the fact that people have the tendency to dump their shit on me <i>all</i> the time and I never hear a word of thanks. But when I really need someone they all conveniently disappear. Its all the more reason of why I should become a hermit because then no one could find me. *nods*<br /><br /> I should probably stop before I go on a rant. I think I am going to take a nap so I can focus more clearly on the work ahead of me.</div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>The Insignificant Nothing</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 14:00:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br /> Bad day. Bad week rather.<br /><br /> I want to scream honestly. I want to kick, and scream and yell.<br /><br /><br /> Just the insignificant nothing.<br /><br />But I won't. I will be quiet because honestly what good does it do?<br /><br />Must run along to the Anth/Soc Club Game Night. Get excited. *rolls eyes*<br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Operation Christmas Project</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 16:05:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Christmas Project</div><br />  Until I mention this and get it out of my system I will be too distracted to do anything else. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /><br /><br /> Christmas will soon be here and there is nothing I enjoy more than giving gifts. I actually prefer giving them versus receiving them. So I have decided to do something special. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />  What I would like to do for you is to either write a short story/poem or do a photograph of your choice. This will be your Christmas present! So get your ideas ready and make important note of the following...<br /><br /><b>Operation Christmas Project</b><br /><br />  If you would like to participate in this project please reply to this journal entry or send me a note with the following information:<br />1. First specify whether you would like a short story, poem, or photograph.<br />2. If you choose the short story option:<br />     -Give me a theme or story idea that you would like to see me write. I may possibly ask for specifics to make sure I give you exactly what you    <br />       want.<br />     -If you give me a theme involving certain personal characters or a fandom please add information concerning the background and personalities <br />       of said characters. Once again its to I make sure I am writing something you will like.<br />     - There is no limit to what I am willing to write. It can be fantasy, romance, horror. Whatever makes you happy. <br />3. If you choose the poetry option:<br />     - Specify a theme.<br />     - Specify if you want it in a specific form. (Such as rhymed or unrhymed.)<br />4. Lastly, if you chose the photograph option:<br />     -Specify what you would like as the photo content.<br />     -Specify if you have a color option such as color, sepia, black and white.<br />5. If you are feeling brave you can just tell me you would be happy with anything! Therefore, what you get and the content will be of my own choosing. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> This project is open to everyone and I would really love it if you would participate. What will happen is before I leave for Christmas break I will post the requests in my gallery and they will be dedicated to the person who requested them. I have specifically posted this idea really early to make sure I had plenty of time to work on any requests I get. (College students get extremely busy this time of year.)<br /><br /> Overall, this is my way of thanking those of you who have been just incredible friends to me, who have listened to my ramblings, and who have taken the time to look over my work. Thanks for tolerating me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> Anyways, I plan to participate and if you have a little bit of money so should you.<br /><b>Toys for Tots</b><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://toysfortots.org/default.asp">[link]</a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Shadows of the Mess</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 18:08:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Writing and Photography</div><br />  Over the past week I have decided to give photography a rest. Mostly because finals will be dawning soon and papers and projects are beginning to take precedence. So this leaves me little time to spend hours wandering around town. So instead I am going to focus on writing. It has been a long time since I have written anything that even seemed decent. Over the weekend I was poking through some of my files and found a first person memoir that I had started on, but never finished. (Like any other writing project I start.) To note, its not about my life. Its actually completely fictional. This was something I started ages ago and it is meant to be a short story about an overworked journalist who is forced into a mini vacation at her grandmother's farmhouse in Oklahoma. As I have said it is written in first person point of view and has a fair amount of sarcasm in it. I actually enjoy it. So over the past couple of days when the notion struck me I would open that file and had a sentence here and there. Hopefully, if I keep that up I will have at least the first part of it to post by the end of the week. I don't want to spoil it by telling much about the story here. But I am hoping that once I post some it that a few of you here will be able to appreciate it. I think writing this is what my soul needs right now.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">College</div><br /><br /> College is stressing me out. Its not just the work, but all the factors of my life that revolves around college. I opted out of taking a GIS class (a computer mapping program that is becoming popular in archaeology) because there is no way I can have class 3 days a week till 5 in the evening and still try my attempt at finding a job. So for the Spring I will only have 3 classes and hopefully an internship. In the Fall of next year (last semester yay!) I have to take Classics and a geographic area class. Let's not forget I already promised Dr. Quinn I would take her folklore class. I also want to do an independent study. My mind has already been brewing on what I would like to research.<br /><br /> Of course, classes aside I have been searching for a field school. My two issues I have to contend with is money and meeting the department chair's approval. I have found 3 so far in England that would be interesting to do. The only one that has cropped up in Ireland is the Achill Field School, but it costs $6,000. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/d/dead.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":dead:" title="Dead (RIP)" /> Two of three I need to actually email to see if they will be running their programs next summer. If I get a yes then I will be contacting my department chair asap.<br /><br /> After field school comes grad school. I have at least three contenders so far. University College of Dublin or University of Glasgow for Celtic Archaeology and University of Bristol for Maritime Archaeoology. Pfft. Something else I am going to have to find money for.<br /><br /> All I can really do in the end is just hope that everything works out. If its meant to be then its meant to be. I can't control fate much.</div><br /><br /><div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br /><br /> Otherwise, I'm a mess. I am distracted most of the time and can't concentrate for 5 minutes to get any work done. My weekend consisted of laying on my bed and watching tv, which is actually rare for me. I was actually going to update my journal yesterday, but my internet was being an arse.<br /><br /> On the brightside, in two and a half weeks is Thanksgiving break. I seriously need an extended period of stay at home before the freshmen drive me insane. Which leads me on to say that I am going to have a hell of a time looking for a place to stay next year. On campus housing has an age limit of 24 and I have hit my limit. I just need housing for about 5 months. I have found a couple of decently priced apartments, but unless I can find a job I am screwed..<br /><br /> Must stop procrastinating now.</div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Crosses</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:01:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br /> At some point in time you have to cut yourself off. I suppose now is as good at time as any. So I promise. This is my last wailing journal on how miserable life is. So I have a song to share....<br /><br />Crosses by Jose Gonzalez<br /><br />Don't you know that I'll be around to guide you<br />through your weakest moments<br />to leave them behind you<br />Returning nightmares, only shadows<br />We'll cast some light and you'll be alright<br />We'll cast some light and you'll be alright, for now<br /><br />Crosses all over, heavy on your shoulders<br />The sirens inside you<br />waiting to step forward<br />Disturbing silence darkens your sight<br />We'll cast some light and you'll be alright<br />We'll cast some light and you'll be alright, for now<br /><br />Crosses all over the boulevard <br /><br />The streets outside your window overflooded<br />People staring, they know you've been broken<br />Repeatedly reminded by the looks on their faces<br />Ignore them tonight and you'll be all right<br /> Cast some light and you`ll be alright<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Heartache</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:08:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Unrecognizable</div><br /> My sister just posted a picture of my dad on her Facebook page.<br /><br />The sad part is...I hardly recognized him....<br /><br />...Strangers....<br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Fades to Grey</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 17:20:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br />  Life as I know it has collapsed into ruins. Mistakes, realizations, ...the wrong words. What was meant to be an exciting weekend turned into my world caving onto itself. There is nothing in the rubble worth sifting for.<br /><br /> I can hardly breath and for the past two hours I have been looking through the fog of my tears. Never in my life have I cried so hard. <br /><br /> I want to vomit. I feel incredibly sick. My hands are shaking with anxiety.<br /><br /> All I wanted was to be in love. But I'm not allowed to have that.<br /><br /> Four years gone and now what do you do?<br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Language and Identity</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:19:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Language, Identity, and Stereotypes</div><br /> Over the past couple of weeks in my Language and Culture class we have been reading articles and discussing pidgins, creoles, dialects, and other languages. I must say it has sparked some very intense discussions in our class and has been something I have been dwelling on. So what I write here is open for discussion and not meant to be offensive in any sort of way. I would love to hear other peoples' idea and thoughts about this situation. So here we go...<br /><br /> Every culture and society identifies themselves with a way of speaking. Our language and our dialect is what we share with other people. It is a uniting factor, but sadly it also seems to be a dividing factor. I will start first with the dialects found here in the States alone. We have the southern dialect, the yankee dialect, the Texan dialect, AAVE (African American Vernacular English), Boston dialect, Midwest dialect, etc. The list could go on and on. it is not just our accents that make us different, it is the pronunciation of words, how sentences are put together, and the use of particular slang words. ( A popular one is the southern "y'all") Ironically, it is these differences that cause us to stereotype people around us that speak differently. We do not just stereotype them on where they are from, but also on their intelligence, behavior, and social status.<br /><br /> One of the dialects that catches the worst criticism is AAVE (African American Vernacular English) or otherwise known as Ebonics. The article we read dealing with this issue talked about the controversy that involved a public school making AAVE an official language there. Most people were unhappy about this decision. This choice revolved around the low grades made by African American students on standardized tests. All standardized tests are written in Standard American English (SAE). A few people believed the problem lay in African American students' incomprehension of SAE. Background out of the way, the general public seems to view Ebonics as "lazy" English, but linguists have conducted studies on this dialect and show that it has all the complexities of SAE. There is a common theory for how Ebonics was developed. It first began during the colonial times when African slaves were being brought to the States and there was a need to create a pidgin language for communication. This pidgin eventually turned into a creole and after decades of influence and remodeling comes incredibly close to SAE. But its not and being the whites that we are, we tend to point fingers at them and criticize them. In class we were made to watch a short video clip that made me cringe. A predominantly African American class of elementary students were being taught how to create their way of speech and to indicate its meaning! These young children, who have no idea that what they are doing is "wrong" in comparison to SAE, are being made to feel guilty for their cultural heritage. How would parents feel if white students were being taught how to speak Ebonics? Most people in my class discussed how learning Ebonics would have no benefit because it is ineffective in careers. Ebonics has no "real" value in the real world so to speak. This may be true, but it does not give us much right to enforce expectations on them. Also many people forget that many of our cultural slang words that we use today come from AAVE. For example, my girlfriend just used the word "blinging" in a text message. The general public is borrowing so many things from AAVE, but we still want to criticize them. It really makes no sense. <br /><br /> In another video we watched an African American parent was complaining about how his two sons were coming back from school and sounding "white". He seemed to take great offense at them picking up SAE. Ebonics is a group identity and it is also cultural pride. Those who seem to stray outside of it tend to become outcasts. The father even said he did not want he boys sounding like a couple of white kids. I think I can make a point that we cannot control what dialects we or our children pick up. Actually, they can speak several dialects and just switch them according to the setting. The dialect we used is influenced by our family, our culture, and the people we spend time around. (Such as kids at school.)<br /><br /> Moving on. The next couple of things we addressed in class was the superstandard English used by "nerds" and the language barrier. Everyone in my class, myself included, hated the article concerning nerds. The whole article was flawed and the researcher seemed to only pick those who met her stereotype of "nerd". Anyways, by superstandard English I mean precise pronunciation, the rejection of using slang words, etc. I would say that I use superstandard English. The only slang words I can say I really use is "cool" or "awesome". But I find myself using the word "neat" more than those two sl... ]]></description>
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                <title>Decisions</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 23:32:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br />  Sometimes, I just wonder if certain parts of my life were doomed to begin with. I'm just simply too stubborn to admit it or too stubborn to let go. I mean really all the effort is for a nearly hopeless cause anyways. So what do you keep fighting for? I suppose its a severe need to believe in something that you have spent nearly all of your life convinced that it never existed.<br /><br /> I mean are permanent long distance relationships even relationships at all?<br /><br /> It all boils back down to how selfish I am or how selfish I can be. I want to have my career and go through all the years of college to get to it, but at the same time I do not want to give up my relationship. And unfortunately the career I want is enough to rip a relationship to shreds. So what do you do? Do you give up the career? Or do you give up the relationship?<br /><br /> So how can you say no when the shoe is on the other foot? I can't honestly. What right do I even have to be upset when my own dreams, desires, and indecision has been the cause of so much hurt in the first place? It would not be fair. I have never been the sort of person to get in the way of someone else's accomplishments. Everyone deserves the right to their ultimate happiness in whatever form.<br /><br /> I guess the next question would be, "What do I do now?".  Well, all I can do is move forward with a few modifications to the plans. I accept the fate and I move on. Of course, I wonder where will we be at the end of the next 5ish years? Will we drift into our own lives and careers? Or will love persevere and fight its way to the very end. Even I cannot answer that question and honestly I will leave it up to fate. I'm tired of making decisions and choices.<br /><br /> However, I will say this. You never know how much you have loved until something like this happens. The scary fork in the road. I don't know. If you would have spoken to me when I was younger I would have said no one would get in my way regardless of the costs. But I had never truly loved then.<br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Blah Blah Blah</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 16:46:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br />  My sister has been married two weeks now. My poor mum. She sent me a text message last night saying she was bored and lonely. Not that I could exactly help her much. I was in pretty much the same position. I was actually so bored I crawled into bed at 10:30.  I figured that as long as I fell asleep I would not be bored anymore.<br /><br />  Ah, college did not use to be this way. I used to have friends to hang out with on Friday nights. But the one had to return home and the other ditched me for a freshman. My roommate is okay, but she has her own friends. So in all honesty I have very little social contact anymore with anyone. I think it is just making me more shy and reserved than I already am, which is not necessarily a good thing. Its depressing really to feel so unwanted.<br /><br />  But enough about that. In 10 days I'm going to be another year older. Its a little frightening really. My mum is supposed to come visit me next Saturday to take me out for birthday dinner. She told me I needed to think about where I wanted to eat. I'm thinking Tommy Condon's. A fantastic little Irish pub/restaurant. I told her no presents. Mostly because I'm getting a bit too old to even be expecting anything and also because she volunteered to pay for my Blackmore's Night concert ticket. She has also picked up my credit card bill again without me really knowing. I'm glad she cares about me and worries about me, but it makes me feel like utter shit. It's my debt and my problem. So I think that's quite enough without asking her to buy me anything. But I don't even want anything really. <br /><br />  College has kicked into its maddeningly busy gear. Next week I have two tests, a quiz, a club event, and a presentation for my French class. That's not including that I am trying to slowly work on my project for my Southeastern Archaeology class. Its basically a research paper with a minimum of 10 typed pages. It does not help that I have been in a sort of daydreaming mood for the past week.<br /><br />  This is completely random, but I have been staring at a picture in my French book and just now noticed that the "Quebec" sign being held by the crowd of people is backwards. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/r/rolleyes.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":roll:" title="Roll Eyes" /><br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Changing Seasons</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 07:16:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Life</div><br /> I will be going home this weekend for the first time since I have settled back in Charleston. My little sister is getting married Saturday. As much as I dread the hustle and bustle of pulling it all together when I get home, at the same time I am looking forward to it. I have really not had a  break in the monotony of college so this will be a nice distraction. Not that I am saying college is boring, but currently its all I do. Actually, its really all I have time for.<br /><br /> So today's schedule includes quiet a lot. After classes my most important mission is to procure some make-up. I don't own any of my own simply because I do not wear it. Its not that I am too lazy to put it on in the mornings, its just I hate the feel of it. Just like I hate face paint. I cannot stand for my face to feel dirty. Its a weird quirk of mine. Also, another reason is because it makes me feel fake. I guess when it boils down to it you have to take me as I am because that's all I will ever be. After shopping there is cleaning, washing clothes, packing, homework, a club meeting, and some chill time with Grey's Anatomy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> By 10:30 tomorrow I will be on the road home. <br /><br /> And yay for Fall weather!<br /></div><br /><br /><div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Writing</div><br />  Over the past week I have experienced a spurt in creativity so I have dabbled a bit in writing. I did finish up one particular bit that is not even two full pages long, but that is the most I have written in awhile. I have been warring with myself on whether to post it here or not because it would have to get slapped with the mature warning. This is generally something I do not tend to write, but I had the scene stuck in my head and needed to write it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> If anyone here is interested in reading it then I will post it, but otherwise I think it will still tucked away in my computer folders.<br /><br /> I have been thinking about doing a second part to one of my crossover fan fictions. You can find the first part here: <a href="http://wayfaringbard.deviantart.com/art/Not-So-Lucky-83091489">[link]</a> . Fan fiction is something else I hardly write because I'm all for originality, but this is what boredom in a former Economics class does to you. I feel like it kinda needs a second part to see if poor robbed Mr. Aubrey gets revenge. Maybe that can be one of my Fall break projects. </div><br /><br /><div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Faire</div><br /> Its nearly that time of year. The Carolina Renaissance Festival starts next weekend conveniently during my Fall Break. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> On opening weekend that have a special offer where two adults can get in for $20 with a coupon. If you live outside of the Charlotte area and plan to attend you can print the coupon offline here <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.royalfaires.com/carolina/images/pdf/OnlineCoupon2009">[link]</a> instead of going to one of the participating stores. I am going to try to get my mum to go since she never gets to go anymore and I will happily pay for it just to get her out of the house. If I do get to go that weekend I will probably be in my pirate garb. Otherwise, I know I am definitely going to be present on October 31. Yes, Halloween weekend. I will only be there on that Saturday because the following Sunday is the Blackmore's Night concert. So excited!!! For Halloween I will probably be in my "mage" garb. I'm making a few accessory adjustments to that one. One of those changes include new and smaller potion bottles. So this weekend I need to pick up the supplies from home to make them with. Otherwise, no big newer purchases to add to my garb because I am poor. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> Anyways, I need to stop blabbing now. I have class soon. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> Have a great weekend everyone!</div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Entertain Me</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 19:31:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Talking Cats</div><br /> I guess when you are bored on a Saturday night the next best thing is youtube. I stumbled across several excellent videos concerning talking cats and want to share them here. So please take a look if you could use a laugh!<br /><br />"Oh Long John"<br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83eSE8pm2x0&feature=related">[link]</a><br /><br />"Cat Talking, Translation"<br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JynBEX_kg8&feature=related">[link]</a><br /><br /> Okay so this is not cat related, but hilarious nonetheless.<br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tx1XIm6q4r4&feature=related">[link]</a><br /><br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Musings....</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 07:48:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Photography</div><br /> Its slowly getting better I think. My biggest problem is I am not good at applying the principles yet. I will read about them, but once I get caught up in taking pictures I completely forget about them. I spent the majority of my Saturday wandering around downtown. My only intention was to poke around at the old city market and hang around in the general area. However, my wanderings and meanderings down random streets spat me out at the Battery. I was surprised and amused at the same time. <br /><br /> Salt water must run in my veins because there is no better smell. Or I'm just strange. Of course, my wanderings took me on a tour of the old powder magazine. The only reason I stopped was because I saw pirates hanging about. Pfft, who cares about the history, there are pirates around. I never found the courage to ask them if I could play too. They were all young too. They have may been around my age or maybe a little younger. I believe later that afternoon they were doing a reenactment of the trials and death of Stede Bonnet. Sadly, I have no pictures of the powder magazine or said pirates. That just means I will have to visit them again. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> There is at least one more picture from my outing Saturday that I am going to post. Afterwards the rest are just going to take up space on my laptop. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="jcustom"><div class="titles">Writing</div><br /> So I am trying. its rather torturous because its comes out slow and almost painful. I blame it on lack of use. My drabbling last night was just a bit of a warm up. I plan to work on the same scene some more today except probably starting from the very beginning. If I decide to post any of it here it will probably be done in several parts. Or at least just two. All I ask is to be patient with me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> My biggest problem with my writing is finding a style I am comfortable with. I enjoy the style of the short bit I wrote last night, but it does not seem right for the scene. Its just seems to stutter along and needs a bit more action. But it needs more emotion, conscious thought, etc so I don't want to it to be overwhelming physically. As the saying goings, you are your own worse critic. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /></div><br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a><br />Background image by =<a class="u" href="http://freaky665.deviantart.com/">freaky665</a><br />Brushes by ~<a class="u" href="http://summerair.deviantart.com/">SummerAIR</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>This Is Life....</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:10:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="navi"><div class="links"> <a href="http://wayfaringbard.deviantart.com/gallery/"><div class="button"> Gallery</div></a> <a href="http://wayfaringbard.deviantart.com/journal/"><div class="button">Journal</div></a> <a href="http://wayfaringbard.deviantart.com/store/"><div class="button">Store</div></a> <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://"><br /><br /><div align="center"><div class="box"><br /><div align="center"><div class="title">Education, Photography, and Whatnot</div></div><br /> Tomorrow is going to be a better day. I am making that promise to myself. I cannot have another day like today.<br /><br /> Four weeks into my senior year of college now and I cannot seem to get a good grasp on any of my work. Everything sort of seems mixed together...and rather boring. Its not that I am a blob in my classes, but its really hard this semester to find something in them that really picks at my interest. I suppose after all I would have been better going off to a college/university in either Ireland or the UK. I would generally have to take the exact same classes, but they would be flavored with things I am more interested in. But I will not have any regrets now. I have come too far along for that. I'm still going into archaeology without a doubt. But I'm rather tired of American history, colonialism, paleoindians, and Native Americans. Do  not get me wrong. I have sincere respect for the history of our country. Its just not my thing. I want to be studying the Middle Ages or Celts, or pirates.<br /><br /> Speaking of pirates I think I may have found my subject for either my Master's thesis or perhaps my independent research. Now you cannot always believe everything the internet tells you. A lot of people seem to get their facts wrong. But considering this is something I have never seen before in any of my books and even on the internet then it may be plausible. If anyone knows the story of Anne Bonny then you know that after her trials no one knows whatever happened to her. Apparently new research has been conducted and some theories and perhaps evidence has come about that Anne Bonny came back to Charleston. The sources say that she remarried, had 8 children, and died at the age of 82. Needless to say my curiosity is killing me. I want to dig around in the archives of old marriage records, tax records, etc to see what real evidence I can find. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to me if I could find her grave? I mean....Anne Bonny is my pirate idol so to speak. Its tempting to do this as research on the side. But I'm not sure how much time I could actually even make for it right now.<br /><br /> Tomorrow afternoon, if I do not get rained out, I am determined to make a trip around town playing around with photography. Over the week I have found a few places on campus that may make nice black and white photos. Unfortunately these places, except for one, are in high traffic areas. If any of these are nice I may contemplate adding the print option, but I'm not that confident yet. I also thought about how I would love to get photos of the city market since it just buzzes with like. Or perhaps a nice B&W of the ladies sitting and making sweetgrass baskets. There is even a violinist that plays on the side of the street sometimes that I would like to capture with my lens. Charleston is made up of interesting characters and I think they deserved to be shared.<br /><br /> And I really want to write again, but the lack of inspiration for the longest time has floored me. But maybe it I just jot out some nonsense I can find a tad bit of inspiration dawning in the dark corners of my mind.<br /><br /> Anywho, its late. I have french in the morning, homework, and then play time. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /> <br /></div><br /><br /></div></a></div></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>15 Steps Then A Sheer Drop</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 17:38:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="example-header"><div class="links"><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://URL HERE">LINK TITLE HERE</a> | <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://URL HERE">LINK TITLE HERE</a> | <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://URL HERE">LINK TITLE HERE</a></div><br /><br /><div class="content">The song I am listening to now is way too appropriate for the way my life has been the past few days. I will say no more.<br /><br />  I was going to say that I must be a people repellent, but I have realized that the problem does not lie with me. Stupid world.<br /><br />  Anyways, I'm going to be seeing Blackmore's Night perform in November! They have decided to add a short US tour and have decided to come to Charlotte again. I am beyond thrilled. For a listing of their US tour dates go here: <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.blackmoresnight.com/tour_info.html">[link]</a> . I'm ridiculously excited. They can put on a great performance and hopefully I can finally get a picture of myself and Candace thats not completely black. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> She was so amazing at the last show by staying on stage signing autographs and taking pictures. Hmm...I kinda wonder if they will make a surprise appearance at CRF....<br /><br />  Wednesday night I am attending a lecture by an underwater archaeologist. Apparently she does a lot of work around and in the area of Egypt. After some research and findings she has reconstructed what an Egyptian ship may have looked like. So that should be pretty fun. (Okay, I'm weird. I consider lectures fun.)<br /><br />  Hopefully this weekend I can get out for a bit and get some more shots of Charleston. I really want to go back to the Unitarian Church cemetery. That has to be one of my most favorite places here in Charleston. (Kinda morbid O_o) And I would like to catch a day when our Cistern Yard is not crowded to get some better shots there. And I would love to get some decent pictures of our fantastic southern homes. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br />  Speaking of which...considering I am going through the process of trying to find a job and save money for field school...does any thing that at least a few of my pictures may be worth putting up as prints? I highly doubt that I would actually sell anything, but I wouldn't mind trying. But I thought I would ask everyone's opinion first.  Plus, if I happen to make a little bit of money out of this it will be put back to help me pay for field school. So just let me know what you think and if you have a particular favorite then tell me which. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> Lastly, I feel like experimenting with cooking a little. Does anywhere care to share some good recipes that are relatively simple?<br /><br /> Ugh...I need to go study for Stats now. I have a quiz tomorrow. Oh joy!<br /><br /><br /> </div><br /><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sometimes....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 19:29:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="example-header"><div class="links"><a>Facebook</a> | <a>Pandora</a> | <a>AIA</a></div><br /><br /><div class="content">One of the hardest parts of life is realizing when you are not wanted anymore...<br /><br />"Curtain Call"<br />Tori Amos<br /><br />Ebony beauty, passed this shade <br />The looking glass, reflects <br />Then a voice, calls me back <br />This is just circumstance; it is not personal <br />Oh no, it never is <br />Then you ram your hand in your bag for a little friendly substance <br />By the time you're 25, they will say <br />You've gone and blown it <br />By the time you're 35, I must confide <br />You will have, blown them up <br />Right on queue, just act surprised, when they invite you to take you, curtain call <br />You climbed china's wall; <br />You, curtain call <br />I've done what I've done, and it has the ultimate consequence <br />Then a voice calls me back <br />This is not business, no it's more like, spiritual <br />It's not what it is <br />Then you ram your hand in your bag for a little protection <br /><br />By the time you're 25, they will say <br />You've gone and blown it <br />By the time you're 35, I must confide <br />You will have, blown them up <br />Right on queue, just act surprised, when they invite you to take you, curtain call <br />You've climbed, china's wall <br />You, curtain call <br />The closed china's wall <br />Curtain call <br /><br />Ebony beauty, passed this shade <br />The looking glass reflects<br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>Conclusions, Phases, and Baby Steps</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 20:16:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="example-header"><div class="links"><a>Facebook</a> | <a>Pandora</a> | <a>AIA</a></div><br /><br /><div class="content">Life would not be dynamic if it were not constantly changing. Some people hate change and prefer everything to be static. However, some routines bore me. I like spontaneity. I enjoy change. I like the feel of change because I suppose change makes me feel like I have some sort of control over my life. Does not change start with ourselves anyways? We have to be the accelerators of our own forward motion. Besides I'm  a restless person anyways and always wanting better. The simple lull of life really doesn't appeal to me. Needless to say I never want my life to get boring. So I'm pushing on the gas pedal. I am slowly gearing up into forward motion that will help propel me into a career and a not so boring life.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><i> Conclusions</i><br /><br /> There has been a bit of mental turmoil over the past week that I have not spoken much of to anyone except my mother. I am trying to be better at keeping my personal problems to myself or at least to my leather bound journal. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> So I will not divulge much in detail.<br /><br /> I have come to the conclusion that I must stop trying so hard to get people to like me. In the end it really only has fall backs. I have never been the social butterfly, gods no. But I do attempt to not be so shy. Besides how will people ever get to know me if I stand there mute? However, its not the strangers I'm worried about. Its the people that are supposedly meant to be close to me. To put it simply I believe the summer has changed a lot of things. Each of us has come back a little different.<br /><br /> Regardless, people never really take the time to get to know me. A male coworker from over the summer told me the last time we worked together  that it took a long time to really get to know me, but once he did he thought I was a great person. I suppose its just a sign of the times. Ya know. Everyone wants everything instantly. Well, sorry folks, I don't come instantly. Plus, what's the fun at knowing everything at once?<br /><br /> Also, I hate when I act randomly silly or say something and get looked at as if I have grown a second head. My response is I just tilt my head at them and look confused. I'm just being me people. So accept that.<br /><br /> I have to say I am very lucky here though. All of you take me for my quirky eccentrics <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><i>Phases</i><br /><br /> In the same way life changes so does people. You pull together and you fall apart. Sometimes you prefer certain people over others and it can even reverse. It may be easier to say that life should be looked at as a series of phases.<br /><br /> I sort of feel as if I have passed from one and entered into another one. I cannot quite find a way to say how I feel that things have changed. But some inner part of myself knows that I have. Maybe in a way I feel like I have matured a little more.  But I believe this too has a lot to do with how the past few weeks have been. I feel like I have learned a lot and opened my eyes a little wider.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><i> Baby Steps</i><br /><br />  Forward momentum, albeit it in very small spurts. One of the hardest parts about my summer was having to work while all the friends and colleagues went away to field school. It was daunting and depressing at the same time. I nearly pleaded with fate. I have worked very hard to get to where I am today and admittedly nothing irks me more than watching people get things handed to them.<br /><br />  But chin up, yes? Everything happens for a reason and I will have my day. And my day may be coming very soon. So far it is not much of anything, but a few pieces are slowly coming together.<br /><br /> When I applied for financial aid for this school year I got more money than I did last year to help pay for college. After my tuition and housing was covered I have around $2,000 left over that got deposited into my banking account. The thought that went through my head, "Well, damn, there is my money for field school!" And let's not forget that I will get another deposit like that for my Spring semester. At that moment field school never looked more like a reality. Field school next summer is officially feasible if nothing bad happens between now and then.<br /><br /> So there has been a small series of things that adds up to this current moment. I had made up my mind that depending on where I went to field school I wanted to make a side trip to see my former roommate in England. Of course, that would mean I would have to at least end up in Ire... ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 16:30:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="example-header"><div class="links"><a>Facebook</a> | <a>Pandora</a> | <a>AIA</a></div><br /><br /><div class="content">One full day of being back in Charleston before classes start does not seem enough time to get settled back in. Even now, nearly a week later, I'm still trying to sort out my schedule. (Tuesdays are frigheningly long for me. My day begins at 8 am and does not end till 5 pm.) However, it is the weekend now and all of my homework is caught up. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> As far as classes go I believe everything should go well. French is scaring me a little. I have grown so rusty over the summer and need some serious refreshing. I suppose though that French is not so scary in comparison to discovering that Dr. Cope really can teach. If he keeps this up I may just have to buy him a beer at the end of the semester. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/weirdface2.gif" width="15" height="17" alt=":O_o:" title="O_o" /><br /><br /> Enough rubbish about college. <br /><br /> I kind of have a short story idea I want to attempt to work on. It was inspired by the song "Ruby, Don't Take Your Love to Town". Maybe once I get myself all settled and sorted I can make a crack at it. And I think it is gonna be quite different from anything I have done before. It never hurts to branch out from your safety zone.<br /><br /> Tomorrow, after doing a bit of job hunting, I plan to wander around Charleston and get a few photos. I want to go back to the cemeteries. I love the cemeteries here. One of my goals over the next year is to discover more of the pirate history associated with this town. For example, I want to find the location of where Anne Bonny's father's law firm used to be. Maybe I will get even more lucky and find where they used to live.  I wonder how many hours in the library and sorting through the archives that is gonna cost me?<br /><br /> Anyways, I'm kinda in the mood to collect more music. Anyone want to make some recommendations? I am open to almost anything as long as its not country or rap. Those are two genres I just cannot get into.<br /><br /> I need to go take my random self elsewhere.... </div><br /><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>Life Is An Adventure...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 11:11:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div class="example-header"><div class="links"><a>Facebook</a> | <a>Pandora</a> | <a>AIA</a></div><br /><br /><div class="content"> It has been nearly too long. I have missed being active on DA over the summer. More importantly I have missed all of you so it seems I have a lot of catching up to do.<br /><br /> As for my summer I would not say it was the most interesting. I worked all summer long so I hardly had the time nor money to go do much. The two highlights of my summer was visiting a friend in Charleston for one weekend and going to see Phantom of the Opera on stage. I highly recommend seeing Phantom of the Opera. The talent was amazing and the show beautifully done. I was in tears at the end of the show. But summer is over now and its time to start the old grind again. Not that I mind really. I enjoy learning way too much.<br /><br /> First day of classes start tomorrow and luckily for me it is also my longest day of classes. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> But lets not forget that the first couple days of classes the professors drone on about the syllabus and college policies. And these are all things I have heard a million times already. I believe as far as getting along with my roommate and suitemates everything will be okay. I will just have to deal with the huge cultural gaps between my roommate and I. She made me feel awful yesterday when she gave me several small gifts including a postcard of the city she is from, chopsticks, and some sort of snack. She also asked me for permission to walk on my rug. It was an awkward moment for me, but I'm sure once we learn each others ways better it will go a little more smoothly.<br /><br /> Otherwise, there is not a whole lot to talk about. I'm waiting for my life to get interesting again. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> So how have all of you been?<br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div> ]]></description>
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                <title>Heeellllooo College</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 21:06:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Essentially I am back. <br /><br /> Summer is over. My job, thankfully, is over. It is time to set myself back on track.<br /><br /> As for my current condition. I am tired. I'm hot. (It has to be 100 degrees in this room). I'm on the verge of being broke. (I have only bought two books and it was nearly $300.) <br /><br /> I suppose a few perks are 1) I am back with friends and 2) I have another international student as a roommate. This time she is Japanese. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The Headlines of Life</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 18:02:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Three more days until I must move out and get back home. How did this semester go by so quickly? Even though I have been here since last August it all still feels a little surreal. However, I do feel like a lot has changed since then. I remember my first few months here. I felt like I was on vacation even though I did spend most of my time in a classroom or doing homework. Now it just feels like home. I have become comfortable with all of the people and the surroundings. Life here is very familiar to me. So when I go home I will have to settle back into a different routine. On the positive side I already have a job lined up that I can jump into once I get back. It will help me settle into some sort of schedule. <br /><br /> So what are some of the current happenings with me recently since I have not written a descent entry in ages?<br /><br /> Well, a couple of weeks ago I had some fabulous company here. The best visit being from my girlfriend. She arrived in the airport carrying the stuffed sheep that came from Wal-mart around Easter that I wanted so badly. I have become very attached to my sheep. We did not do much the day she arrived except wander down to the open air market around 8ish for dinner. We ate at Wild Wing Cafe and their food was pretty good minus the fact our waitress was a tad flighty. Friday, after my classes we left to go to Boone Hall Plantation. We spent a good 4ish hours there, walking about and taking photos. We did the house tour, then she had to listen to me geek out and explain archaeological excavations, and finally we took the bus tour around the plantation. Afterwards, we went off to a shopping center and wandered around for a while before going to see State of Play. Oh, now that was fun. I feel sorry for the people who sat on either side of us and had to deal with our girly squealing. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> Saturday was spent mostly downtown. We went to the farmer's market, open air market, Waterfront Park, St. Philip's Church cemetery, Battery Park, and finally the Unitarian Church cemetery. Whew. I'm sure we got in several miles worth of walking that day. Got back to my room, freshened up a bit, and then we were off to go sailing. The only thing I regret is not dressing a little warmer. I was wearing pants and had a jacket, but it did not help against the wind. We took the sunset cruise. It was....wow...it was beautiful. At first we motored out a ways, but then the engine was turned off and the sails went up. (Note: We were on a schooner.) I found my sea legs and was not bothered one bit by the movement of the boat. I was the happiest person in the world at that moment. After an hour sailing away from the docks, the ship was turned to directly face downtown Charleston. This occurred just as the sun was beginning to set and the orange sky was pierced by the church steeples scattered throughout the town. It was such a beautiful view. Sunday, we met up with my friends for brunch and then headed off for the Angel Oak. I pretty much dragged her there because I really wanted her to see it. We stayed for I'm sure over an hour there. Then we took off towards Kiawah Island to see what their beaches looked like only to discover it is pretty much a private island. However, the drive there was amazing. It was a very scenic road. Anyways. She was meant to leave that day, but because we got to the airport a little later than we liked we discovered that had sold her seat. So...she couldn't leave till the next day. Not that I complained. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> Overall, it was a really nice break of the dull monotony I have lived lately.<br /><br /> Last Saturday, K dragged me out to the place she had been interning at all semester (Colonial Dorchester) to give me chance to get my hands dirty. Oh, that brought much joy. We dug a 55 by 55 centimeter test pit in a flagged area. She manned the screen and I shoveled. Our test pit was a gold mine. We had found a midden, which refers to where the people who once lived there who have placed their trash. The soil was highly organic and that particular layer went down 3 feet. (You have to dig until you get a change in soil color). Our finds included a nail, pieces of brick, fragmented pottery,  pieces of glass, and oyster shells. I made two amazing finds personally. One being the top of a medicinal bottle and the other being the handle possibly to a chamber pot. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> Also, the guy who was working there that day and supervised our progress began in underwater archaeology. So he gave me a good deal of info and programs to look into. I have my fingers crossed that I can maybe either work as an intern at Fort Johnson or work with the H.L. Hunley submarine.<br /><br /... ]]></description>
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                <title>Thinking Break</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 12:04:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It has been ages since I have done a proper update. The last few weeks of classes are always the most hectic and now we have officially entered into finals. I had my first one this morning in French. After spending two days studying for it I walked in not feeling as confident as I usually do. Thats never a good way to start anything. I thought I knew how to conjugate all of my verbs correctly when it came to the imperfect, subjunctive, the future, and conditional. However, as soon as I opened the test my mind went completely blank. I nearly wanted to cry in frustration. Do not get me wrong. The other bits of the test when perfectly fine, but the 4 main points of the test that I needed to take out of that class I completely fucked up on. Brilliant. Its a great way to start finals.<br /><br />(Lovely, I'm going to get ignored until my finals are over, which isn't till next Monday. Ugh.)<br /><br /> However, my next final is the one that is making me panic the most. I have my precalculus final Friday morning. I have been studying since about 11ish and am nearly halfway through with the first Final Review practice sheets. I'm panicked because there is so much to remember and my last test in that class was not good at all. it makes it worse when that class goes by a 6 point grading scale so it makes it really easy to fail that class. We were told in class Monday that the test is 12 pages long and we have 3 hours to take it in. I'm honestly not that fast at math. When I do homework I usually take my time. Gods I hope I can get that test finished in that time.<br /><br /> Aside from precalculus I have my last final on Monday for theory and I am also working on a project for osteology which will be due next Tuesday. Lucky me gets to move out that day too. So busy, busy, busy.<br /><br /> Stressed much? Yes.<br /><br /> Anyways, I have wrecked my day. (Or have I....?) I want to cry from stress and other things. But instead I bite my lip and keep trucking along. Oh, the joys of being an adult.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Ah, Procrastination</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 19:31:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Directions: Put an 'x' into each box that is true. Then count your total number of x's marked. Put that number into the total section. Check your number in the answers portion to get your results.<br /><br />[ ] - You like mice.<br />[ ] - Dust scares you.<br />[ ] - Your mother had more than 2 children.<br />[ ] - You are a smoker.<br />[ ] - You drink a lot.<br />[x] - You like to write.<br />[ ] - You are religious.<br />[x] - You like to burn candles.<br />[ ] - You prefer juice or water over soda.<br />[x] - You have ridden a horse.<br /><br />TOTAL SO FAR = 3<br /><br />[ ] - You have done drugs.<br />[ ] - You are currently a drug addict.<br />[ ] - You are very artistic.<br />[x] - You like stuffed animals.<br />[x] - You are attracted to shiny things.<br />[ ] - You have eaten a bug before.<br />[ ] - You love cars.<br />[x] - Cats are your favorite animal.<br />[ ] - You hate animals.<br />[x] - You are spontaneous and random.<br /><br />TOTAL SO FAR = 7<br /><br />[ ] - You like fruit a lot.<br />[x] - You drive.<br />[x ] - You make / made good grades in school.<br />[x] - You are going / are in / have been to college.<br />[x] - You like for things to be very clean.<br />[ ] - You are very messy.<br />[x] - You love to eat.<br />[ ] - Christmas is your favorite holiday.<br />[x] - You like the beach.<br />[ ] - You hate the color pink.<br /><br />TOTAL SO FAR = 13<br /><br />[x] - You wear glasses or contacts.<br />[x ] - You chat online a lot.<br />[x] - You always use correct grammar.<br />[ ] - You like to take quizzes.<br />[x] - You eat out at restaurants more than you eat at home.<br />[x] - You enjoy swimming.<br />[ ] - You have more than 5 pets.<br />[x] - You have more than 10 pets.<br />[x] - You believe in ghosts. (I don't NOT believe, just have not been proven...)<br />[x] - You have seen a ghost.<br /><br />TOTAL SO FAR = 21<br /><br />[ ] - You prefer comedy movies over romance movies.<br />[x] - You like dancing, either doing it yourself or watching.<br />[ ] - You have been to a strip club.<br />[x] - You drink coffee in the morning.<br />[x] - You like to be awake at night.<br />[ ] - You don't go outside often.<br />[x] - You love to read.<br />[x] - You believe in an afterlife of some kind.<br />[ ] - You have short hair.<br />[ ] - You know how to cook well.<br /><br />GRAND TOTAL = 26<br /><br />Answers<br /><br />0 - 1 = Mosquito. <br />2 - 3 = A weed.<br />4 - 5 = Daisy.<br />6 - 7 = Janitor.<br />8 - 9 = Goose.<br />10 - 11 = Rock.<br />12 - 13 = Fireman.<br />14 - 15 = Rose.<br />16 - 17 = Mouse.<br />18 - 19 = Cow.<br />20 - 21 = Rabbit.<br />22 - 23 = Mental Patient.<br />24 - 25 = Grass.<br />26 - 27 = Water.<br />28 - 29 = Bat.<br />30 - 31 = Hippo.<br />32 - 33 = Crocodile.<br />34 - 35 = Vampire.<br />36 - 37 = Horse.<br />38 - 39 = Hawk.<br />40 - 41 = Spider<br />42 - 43 = Flea.<br />44 - 45 = Princess or Prince.<br />46 - 47 = President.<br />48 - 50 = You have done everything. Your lives have run out.<br /><br /> I'm Water. Woo!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Not Dead....Yet</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 20:10:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm still alive and kicking. I've just been stupidly busy between wonderful guests and it being the end of the semester. So I will hopefully I will have a chance to do a better update this weekend. Just stopped by to <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wave.gif" width="25" height="20" alt=":wave:" title="Hi!" />. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Same-Sex Marriage</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 17:53:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Usually I am not one to get involved in politics or any of its discussions. More or less because I am admitted naive where politics are concerned and I never keep up with the news.<br /><br /> However, the coincidence of a few things yesterday made me want to put forward my two cents. That is if anyone cares to read it.<br /><br /> Yesterday, Iowa became the third state in the U.S to legalize same-sex marriage and around the time when I learned of this I was doing a reading for my Social Organization class about same-sex marriage. Strange coincidence perhaps, but I found after reading this chapter that it made very valid points on same-sex marriage.<br /><br /> Our country seems to greatly fear homosexuals. In general the U.S is homophobic. They never see the potentials and neither can they see beyond their harsh ideals to understand the importance of allowing same-sex marriage. Now some of the more common things we hear is that gay/lesbian couples should be able to marry for love just like everyone else. There is also the matter of having the rights of a married couple such as tax claims, insurance, etc.<br /><br /> Now, before I delve any further I admittedly do not know much about the current legal acts trying to take place within the gay/lesbian community. As mentioned before I'm awful with not keeping up with currents news, politics, and whatnot. (Does this make me sound awful?)<br /><br /> Anyways, having been in a same-sex relationship for over 3 years I tend to understand a lot of these concerns even though I rarely discuss them. Its more or less because I am a very private person and see my doings as being my personal business. But sometimes I don't mind stepping up and being heard.<br /><br /> So to begin my discussion I am going to say this: everyone in the world over has a different understanding of marriage. Aside from monogamy, polygyny is the second most practiced form of marriage in the world. Now here in the U.S we think polgyny (otherwise known as polygamy) is a horrible practice. We would never be able to understand why so many women would want to share one husband. But in many cultures throughout the world it is a common practice. (And I should know since I have spent most of the semester studying this in one class.) There is also polyandry, the opposite of polygyny where one woman has several husbands. Now this too would seem an absurd idea compared to our cultural values. However, once again this is a practice, although rare, that is seen as the best type of marriage. And how about those places where parents still arrange marriages? Or places where you must marry your cross-cousins? Or how about sometimes even your own brothers and sisters? Or how about having your marriage ceremony at 11? As Americans, all of these ideas boggle our minds because we cannot seem to understand why people would want to practice it. All in all it proves that marriage can mean many things in many different cultures. But since we will always perceive our ways as being the best ways we will quickly condemn any deviants.<br /><br /> Therefore, same-sex marriage is seen just as deviant, if not more so, than the rest of the marriage practices. Many people will sit and scratch their heads, wondering why two people of the same gender would possibly want to marry or even be in a mature relationship together. Is that not disgusting? Unnatural? Against God?<br /><br /> I believe there is no right or wrong answer. It will always depend on the person you are asking.<br /><br /> Here is something from my book that I read that I will quote here: "Same-sex advocates face significant opposition in the United States. Some opponents are against homosexuality itself; some are afraid of what they see as "family breakdown", regarding same-sex marriages as threats to social order, somewhat similar to "single moms". Some charge the same-sex marriage advocates are trying to <i>re</i>define "marriage", away from its standard union meaning as a union between a man and a woman."<br /><br /> I think this is an interesting passage. (Note: the book is completely neutral, if not slightly hinting at favoring same-sex marriages). I believe it is a good summing up of what homosexual couples everywhere are facing. Of course, I want to point out a couple of things. The first being the point on the breakdown of the family and being somewhat similar to "single moms". In recent statistics 50% of married couples get divorced and that is of the 90% in the U.S that get married. There are many people getting married as there are getting divorced. With the rate that couples are getting divorced and the already current rate of single moms that exist due to one night stands or heterosexual relationships, somehow none of that matters but they are willing to rail against homosexual couples. It sounds like it is okay if it is coming from heterosexual couples, but its not okay for homosexual couples if children are involved. Sure, they are looking at it... ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 14:57:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I knew from the start this was going to be a bad week. And at first it was just judging by tests alone, not counting the emotional impacts I would be having.<br /><br /> First things first. When I have a lot of tests lined up in one week I do not handle the stress very well. I panic, cannot retain any of the information, and feel guilty for not studying harder. (For example, right now I feel guilty doing this because I have a precalculus test tomorrow and I have not even started studying for it.) Also I cannot sleep, which does not make anything better because even during the overnight hours I feel as if I should be studying. So after three nights of this I woke up this morning feeling sick to my stomach and shaky. I thought the shaky part had to do with needing to eat, but no. Its just my nerves. (Even now my hands are unsteady.)<br /><br /> Of course then come the tests. My first one was meant to be last night for osteology. Since it is my only class on Tuesday I spent my entire day studying for it before I went to class in the evening. I show up to find out he did not feel like setting up for a test so decided not to give us one. I think I could of choked him. My day suddenly felt like such a waste of time. So instead of the test we started working on the bones of the hand. I was so upset with him that I could hardly concentrate. Once class was over, actually I left early, I came back to study for Social Organization and Theory, both tests I was meant to have today. <br /><br /> My evening was okay until I got a text message from mom. It said that my sis had talked to my dad and his family his throwing him a going away party Saturday. He was leaving for Iraq again Sunday. I wasn't really sure how I felt about it after I first read the message. I'm still not even sure. But I do know it tossed another bag onto the emotional luggage I have been carrying for sometime. And in general it does not help with the general stress of this week. From what I gathered my sister is going to go. I'm so torn. A part of me wants to especially concerning the comment I made in an earlier journal, but the other part of me is terrified. I'm am terrified because I do not want to relive the same old nightmares if I were to go. ( And for effect I am genuinely crying while I type this.) I just don't know what to do...<br /><br /> So here I am last night trying to study for two tests and worried over the bit with my dad. I did not sleep at all so I woke up this morning exhausted. I managed to get through my Social Organization test. For some reason this one seemed easier than his first test. I'm not really sure why. During my three hour break between classes I suddenly remembered I had to register for classes today. (Ugh...my schedule next semester is nightmarish). Then I spent the rest of the time cramming what little bit of theory information I could into my head. Of course, by this time I was so sleepy I could barely hold my eyes open. Then I had  warning flag. I should have known that I was going to get fussed at sometime today. I tried to ignore it because I was panicking about my theory test. Off to class I go. Once again, no test. (I have the same professor for my theory class that I have for osteology.) I wanted to scream. Then he gave us our first tests back. My grade I think was the tip of the iceberg. I believe if I could have cried in class I would have. I made a 74 when I thought I had done reasonably well. But after hearing him review the test I tried to give myself some small reassurances. Such as he was expecting things on the test that he NEVER mentioned in class. So I tried really, really hard to not let it get to me. But it did because I hate doing so badly in my classes.<br /><br /> Class is over and I come back to my room. Depressed, sad, disappointed with myself, stressed out, and ready to bash my head into a wall. Thats when I started getting yelled at and when I started crying. So here I am. I am trying to stave off an emotional breakdown. I guess its time to clear off the desk and began studying for precalculus to further bury the needle of how much of a failure I am.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>How Do You Create Happiness?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 11:46:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My mother is getting sick again. Ever since the fall of last year it seems she is constantly sick. That cannot be a good thing can it? She told me on the phone last night that she wondered it if had to do with the spot on her lung. Perhaps her body was so busy fighting off whatever it is thats on her lung that she cannot stay well. I don't like the idea of my mum being really sick. She already has high blood pressure, diabetes, and nonalcoholic fatty liver (that could eventually do its share of damage. She has had cancer scares twice. And now this. This next problem. The inevitable spot on her lung. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. I love my mom so much. And the stress of her health problems wears me out. I'm terrified of losing her.<br /><br /> And a conversation yesterday reminded me that my dad should be on his second tour of Iraq by now. I do not have the most fond feelings for him, but in the back of my mind I do not want my first time seeing him again in 4-5 years is him being a corpse in a casket. Because in the end, I'm always going to be his daughter and I cannot change that.<br /><br /> When do you stop being the person for everyone else and become the person for yourself? Or when do you stop becoming the person for yourself and become the person for everyone else? Strange how a small rearranging of the words can create two completely different questions, but with the same basis. How do you find balance between the two really? How can you make yourself happy and someone else happy at the same time? I think the biggest problem here lies in the conflicting desires of life. No. Maybe that is not the way to put it. But there is a conflict I'm just at a loss of words for how to say what sort of conflict. You always hear that you should do what makes you happy, but when there is another person involved that changes things a bit doesn't it? How can you resolve situations so that it makes everyone happy in the end? I know it requires a good deal of give and take. I'm not one to easily give up things. Once I have my heart set on something I see it to the end. I suppose in the end it makes me a rather incompatible person at times. Because what I want can be so conflicting with everyone elses goals. Its not that I do not have the same desires, but even my own wants and desires can be conflicting. (Like trying to chose between archaeology and underwater archaeology has been a pain in my arse for the past few weeks now.) And I never show it, but I am in constant indecision of where exactly am I supposed to be. Sometimes I wonder if it is a curse for having so many interests. For example, now I am in college trying to achieve the goal of getting my Ph.D and become an expert archaeologist in whatever field I eventually choose. But regardless of how happy this makes me I am always going to wonder about what if I did take my former advisor's advice and major in Literature instead and be one of the few people to work in the field of Medieval Literature. I think regardless of what you do you are always going to wonder about the opposite, about what life would be like then.<br /><br /> But we cannot have it all can we? We only have this one life, or at least the one that we can remember. So once again, how do you compensate? How do you make things work so everyone is happy? I suppose in the end it is what makes me unbearable. It why the blame is so easily allocated to me. Because I can never make up mind. I'm always in a constant war of trying to do things so happiness abounds for everyone. Of course, the question is would I lay aside the career I have wanted for a very long time for it? ...I honestly do not know how to answer that...How can you say you would give up your dream? I have always been one to believe that when there is nothing left in life there will always be your dream. Ah, but my dreams number way to many so how do you pick? Do you pick the ones that you know will truly make you happy? Or do you pick the substitutes? <br /><br /> I'm not even really sure what I am saying anymore. I just come to the conclusion that I honestly cannot make anyone happy and the times I do is only temporary. My decisions and choices will always be met with conflict even if I think I am making the choices that will be to the benefit of others. I'm at such a loss of how to do anything anymore because I feel like I am in a game of tug-o-war. I really in the end never have any real friends. (I don't think Angelo counts or my stuffed animals.) I literally LIVE in my head where all the stories are because when I am there I am them and it gives me something to believe in. Something that life never offers.<br /><br /> I don't know. I just don't know what people expect of me or what they want of me. I try to offer giving up things only to get yelled at more. I'm convinced that my life is falling apart, but I am too blind to see it.<br /><br /> Perhaps I should get something to eat now. My stomach is weak and I have... ]]></description>
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                <title>Sirens and Poetry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:44:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm currently listening to a song called Lover's Wreck by Gaelic Storm. By the title alone it would seem to be a depressing song, but its not really. The story line seem very...sirenish. Actually, it is about a siren. A Lorelei as I would like to think. I'm not sure why, but this song makes me smile. Anyways, it is a good song.<br /><br /> Its only the middle of the week and I already feel run down. My first three days of classes always seem to be the worst and when I am the most busy, but by Wednesday's end I feel like I can take a deep breath and relax. I also have the hardest time sleeping on those nights because my mind is constantly churning over the list of things to do. Hopefully tonight I will be able to to get a night of undisturbed sleep.<br /><br /> Soooo...how about my book came in that had a couple of my poems published in it?! I cannot recall the name of the book for the life of me, but it is an anthology of collected poems from various people. It only took a year for it to be published. My mum had called to tell me about it and I must admit it made my day. I have two pages holding my own two poems "The Noble Knight" and "Deception". And for my poem "The Noble Knight" an illustration was drawn for it. I asked mum what it looked like, but she wouldn't tell me! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> She said that I would be very pleased though. I was kinda hoping she would mail it to me, but I think thats not going to happen either. I can't believe she is going to keep me in suspense until May! So as can be imagine I am very excited. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> This will be the second time "The Noble Knight" has been published and the first time for "Deception". One of these days I may want to consider having my own collection of poetry published. Granted its not as big of a seller as novels, but it would be nice regardless to see them all in print.<br /><br /> Of course, all of this reminds me of how much I miss writing. I really hate that I am so tired all the time and lack the energy or time to write. I wish I could say this weekend would look promising, but thats out of the question. I have 4 tests to study for over the weekend. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/faint.gif" width="18" height="17" alt=":faint:" title="I think I've fainted." /> But who knows. If I work really hard I may just get the chance to jot down a few sentences.<br /><br /> Oh, well,  I think I am going to go read for awhile before turning into bed.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>What Amuses Us, Angers Us, And Makes Us Fear</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 19:02:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate the way my hands feel after they have been wet. I hate even more how they feel against paper after they have been wet. Thus writing this entry is an excuse for procrastination. (Or just a lame excuse.)<br /><br /> Huzzah to Wal-mart for having leftover Pillsbury shamrock print cookies. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> I will probably bake them sometime this weekend so I can have something to satisfy my sweet tooth. While spending some time out today I had to keep reminding myself that I could not spend money except on things I needed. (aka printer ink, notebook paper, and a few groceries) So when I wandered into a craft store I had to use a large amount of self restraint to not splurge on all the St. Pats clearance decor. Some I would have used all year round since my bedroom at home is Irish themed.<br /><br /> Today I actually went to a college event. It was a multicultural fair. There were different booths set up that were meant to represent different countries. I mainly went because my French professor said that the French booth was going to be serving crepes with chocolate sauce. After helping myself to a taco (Free lunch!) and apple quesadillas I went to find the French booth. There were no crepes as promised! All morning my mouth was watering for those stupid things and they were not there. *pout*<br /><br /> And perhaps this is just a pet peeve of mine. But does it drive anyone else crazy when people do not put the shopping carts back in the corrals? Now upon going into Wal-mart my car was parked between two cars and the area was all clear. when I came back out one of the parking places next to mine was empty because two carts now took up the space. And then some dumbshits left 3 carts right behind my car!!!!!! And the nearest corral was only 10 feet away. -_- Its a good thing it was not windy otherwise I would have been doubly pissed. I believe the entire time I loaded my car and moved carts around I as cursing under my breath. <br /> This moves me on to how lazy Americans are these days. We want everything convenient and whatever takes up the least possible energy. Hello! Its why so many people are obese in this country. Granted I have my moments, but I am nothing compared to some people I have seen. At least I do walk my carts back to the corral. Grrr.<br /><br /> Moving on.<br /><br /> I have received some news today that can either be really bad or nothing to worry about. Mum called me tonight and I figured it was to just check up on me, but she said she had something to tell me. Now for a bit of backstory mum has been trying to get over a bad cold and has been coughing for awhile. Because she could not get it to go away she went to the doctor and they took xrays of her chest. Well, today they were looking at her xrays and have found a spot on one of her lungs. This could turn out to be a million different things. They have not made any guesses on what it could be. They are just calling it a respiratory nodule. Mum will be going back to the doc in June where they will perform another xray to see if this spot may have grown or changed any and then they will go about trying to diagnose it. I really hope its nothing bad. Mum said at first she did not want to tell me because she did not want to worry me, but knows I would have been mad if she didn't. <br /><br /> I really love my mum and would be so upset if anything were to happen to her. So please everyone send her a prayer or healing thoughts.<br /><br /> Okay, my hands don't feel weird anymore so I guess that means I can no longer procrastinate. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 10:34:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm procrastinating from studying for my osteology test this evening to write this. Honestly, you can only study teeth for so long before it begins to drive you crazy. <br /><br /> I'm not really sure how I feel today. I know its not great. Yesterday brought about a horrible end to the day that made me feel even more useless. There was an anthropology club event last night. Although it wasn't said, but it was implied that I did not do my job or helped enough with the club. This made me sad, but I shouldn't be because I cannot help they will not let me do my job or they never want to hear my input. But its a stab in the gut that added to the unstableness of my person right now. <br /><br /> I'm not really sure how much more I can take of this rejection, of being snapped at, of practically being told that I am useless, and an odd sense of neglect.<br /><br /> So I called mum last night and cried. Just because I needed someone to talk to. it went from a wide range from the wear neglect I suffered over the weekend from friends to how upset I was that all the brats here don't have to work for anything while there is me who has to work for everything. At one point I felt bad because I thought I made her feel like I was upset with her that we were not some rich family. And I realized this when she said that she hated she could not help me more. I felt guilty then and told her I never wanted her to think that. Which I never really did. Its just frustrating when you cannot get others to understand that this is a big deal to me. Of course, mum reminded me that it was those people who worked the hardest, had to pay their own way through college, and take care of themselves were the ones that were most successful in life. I'm just going to be doing this another 5ish years.<br /><br /> Overall I am still out of sorts. I know I am not quite myself because I do not feel like myself. And I want to feel better. I need something to make me feel better. Or at least a small something that makes all my work not feel pointless.<br /><br />And before I forget...<br /><br />HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Giving Up Is An Option</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 18:46:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In life we all hold simple hopes and expectations. But how do you hold on to these simple hopes and expectations? How do you not stop believing in them?<br /><br /> Everyday I try to be the best person I can. Granted, I am not always successful because I am human and liable to be overcome by selfishness, but otherwise I do try to be a good person. I try to be a good friend. I try to be a good girlfriend. I try to be a good daughter. I try to be a good sister. But sometimes your good enough is not good enough for everyone else. I believe the disappointment is all the more bittersweet when you are trying really hard, but fail regardless. Sometimes there just seems to be no good in between.<br /><br /> I have this notion of love. Love in the sense that it should be able to overcome anything, even the silly petty parts. That love should be so strong there should never be any question about a relationship. That you will take whatever chance given to be with the person you love. <br /> <br /> I suppose all I really want is to be in a strong trusting relationship. I want to be believed. I don't want to ever ask questions. I just want to know. I want to have faith in everything that is done. That every decision is the right one. That I can go to bed every night and tell someone I love them and be told I am loved in return, despite the fact of having a fight. Its like my mom always said, always tell someone you love them because you never know if it will be your last.<br /><br /> Added on to having such a bad day it does not help that my friends have practically abandoned me this weekend, going out for lunch today by myself, and remembering how pitifully poor I am.<br /><br /> Then, of course, not having anyone to talk to all day. At least not to anyone who thinks I am the scum on the bottom of their shoe.<br /><br /> My self-confidence has sunk to the deepest and darkest parts of the ocean. I feel worthless, unwanted, and that I am truly not good at anything I do. I'm on the verge of wanting to give up college, selling everything I own, and taking the first ship bound for anywhere. As long as it takes me away from here.<br /><br />*sighs*<br /><br />Here are the lyrics to song I am listening to:<br /><br />Still falling <br />Breathless and on again<br />Inside today<br />Beside me today<br />A round broken in two<br />'til your eyes shed into dust<br />Like two strangers turning into dust<br />'til my hand shook the way I fear<br /><br />I could possibly be fading<br />Or have something more to gain<br />I could feel myself growing colder<br />I could feel myself under your face<br />Under...your face<br /><br />It was you<br />breathless and tall<br />I could feel my eyes turning into dust<br />And two strangers turning into dust<br />Turning into dust.<br /><br /><br />....I want to go home....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>And What With Interesting People</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 17:42:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ever since I have emerged from my theory test, the one I have been dreading all week, I have been plumb exhausted. The stress of that test really did drain me. And naturally that exhaustion has turned into a headache and eye strain. I'm glad I do not have to be up early in the morning because then hopefully I can catch up on a little sleep.<br /><br /> I had an awkward situation earlier today. As I mentioned in my last journal my suitemate had moved out over Spring Break, but most of her belongings were still in her room. Whenever someone moves out a person from housing is supposed to inspect the room to make sure all is well. Apparently no one has come to check the room because around 5 I heard someone coming in the room. Panicked I did not make much noise until I heard someone calling my name. I walked out in the living area to see a girl and her parents standing there. She introduced herself as my new suitemate. It did not bother me as far as getting a new suitemate goes because I will still have my room to myself, but I did warn her that the room was a mess. So she opened the door and witnessed the horror that was my former suitemates room. So we chatted back and forth a bit while they debated on what to do. The poor girl had already packed up all of her belongings and was ready to settle in. I am guessing they got in touch with housing because about 30 to 45 minutes later a lady from housing came by to have a look at the room. She told me they were going to clean it up and that the girl who was supposed to move in went to another room instead. She said it was going to be up to the girl whether or not she wanted to stay in that room permanently. *shrugs*<br /><br /> And then there was K squashed up against my window trying to wave at the people she could see looking out the window in the Francis Marion hotel. This continued for about 15 minutes until said people got tired of looked out of their window. I don't think they ever saw her when we could clearly see them.<br /><br /> This weekend I am going to try to write at least a first chapter draft to my Ben and Lorelei story. I'm am not going for perfect right now, but at least a sketch of what I want the scene to be like. I may post the draft here, but any further edits will not be posted.<br /><br /> I'm stopping right here. I'm a little to scatter brained to right anything else because it may not come out coherent.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Crossing That Peacock</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 15:26:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I believe after all the reality checks I had over the past couple of weeks my break away from college did me well. Granted, I only went home and spent most of my Spring Break sleeping I do feel much better. Plus, I talked to my former boss to see if I could work at the store over the summer and she gave me a very big yes. So now I do not have to panic over finding a job for the summer.<br /><br /> Since I no longer have to worry about field school and money for the time being I can finally focus more on my course work. My grades are not horrible, but they could use a little work. <br /><br /> I find I cannot ever stop smiling whenever I am reading a book from the Aubrey-Maturin series. They make the most fantastic pick me up. An odd thing to say considering there are bloody battle scenes and whatnot, but still they make me smile. Its Aubrey. I know it is. He is infectious. I am going to be sad once I finish reading <i>The Fortune of War</i> since I do not have the next in the series. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> I have managed to walk a blister onto the bottom of my big toe and I swear its the size of a dime and a bitch to walk on.<br /><br /> I'm so random today!!!!<br /><br /> In general I am feeling optimistic. Career wise things may not be going so well, but I have other aspects of my life that are amazing. Like...my girlfriend is coming down to visit in April and she is taking me SAILING!!!!!! (Plus, Russell Crowe's new movie comes out that weekend so it will be a major geek fest. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ) And I actually looked into sailing lessons that are offered over the summer on the Spirit of South Carolina, a schooner built here in SC. The lessons are 11 to 12 days long, but they run about $2,000. *cringes* Regardless, I want to learn to sail. I was talking to friend about it today and she said it was pointless to learn how to sail unless you planned to make some sort of living by it. :/ So I cannot afford my own ship, not now anyways, but I have a huge passion for it and I will never feel that area in my life satisfied until I have. Besides, why should the money matter? If its something you want to learn or do in your life than do it because you may otherwise never get the opportunity to. Yeah, so I am not learning to sail this summer, but I will eventually. Not only to satisfy my immense passion for it, but also because it would make great ressearch. (The smell of salt area makes me an extremely happy person.)<br /><br /> Anyways, while also cleaning my room I got to thinking about my career in general. Thus far I have chosen to specialize in Celtic Archaeology. I love the Celts dearly. Do not get me wrong. But I also love pirates. I think it would be amazing to scour the ocean floor for shipwrecks. For this I would have to change my strategy completely and study underwater archaeology since it requires different methods. I don't know. Its really hard to chose what you want to specialize in. I just want to make sure that I will always be happy with my choice.<br /><br /> I should honestly go make myself some dinner. I need to settle down and focus on studying for a test I have in theory Wednesday.<br /><br /> Oh! And upon returning from Spring Break I have discovered that I now have the entire suite to myself!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Spring Break</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 22:32:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Two classes, a presentation, and 3 hour drive is the only thing standing between me and my own bed.<br /><br /> Its just been one of those bad weeks where I know as soon as my foot hits the first step to my home I am liable to burst into tears.<br /><br /> And Monday we may get snow.<br /><br /> Angelo....here I come.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>And How Do You Measure Self-Worth?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 20:13:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is nothing good about today.<br /><br /> I spent 5 hours looking for a job, trying to find places that were hiring, and even asked some people if they would hire. Nothing came of it. The few jobs I did find were for management positions. After all that time of looking I was mentally and emotionally spent. I came back to my room, the hope of earlier this morning having completely disappeared. The world did not look quite as bright.<br /><br /> The lack of success managed to deal a blow to my self-esteem of all things. Actually, it is more a matter of pride. For the past four years I have worked and have been able to reasonably take care of myself. Four years of working my ass off and saving money for it to only last me 6ish months. Being able to do this made me feel independent and as if I did have some amount of worth. At least if not to the people around me, but to my job. Now the longer I go without a job the less useful I feel. I cannot stand being idle.<br /><br /> Last night I finally had to admit to my mum my financial situation. Hearing her tell me she is going to take up my credit card bill makes me feel even less of a person. Do not get me wrong. I do not mean to sound ungrateful. As I said earlier it is a matter of pride as far as taking care of myself is concerned. My mum's own financial burden is wearisome enough for her to be worrying about mine. So in turn I feel like the wayward child who discreetly pleads for help. Actually, I told her not to help me. I got  myself into this situation so I need to get my own self out. I cried for 30 minutes on the phone with her last night.<br /><br /> So I have hit my bottom. One of my lifetime lows. Field school is out of the question. Its now no longer about getting the money for field school because I can get the money for the school, but I would not have the money for the living expenses. So I will not be going to field school till next summer, which of course means I graduate a little later. But at this rate I am more concerned about getting my credit card paid off and getting on my feet financially again versus going to field school.<br /><br /> Ah, how easily great aspirations can crumble and fall to the ground.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /> I feel awful because I have not done any amount of studying today. After my exhausting job hunt I got back to my room and crashed. Depression already had me in its grips. I slept for a couple of hours and have hardly done anything since. Minus I did do more job searches online and found that a Petco nearby was hiring so I put in an application for there. It would probably be pretty cool to work in a pet store so I am crossing my fingers that something may come of it. <br /><br /> As is obvious I made a detour to go see the Angel Oak. I had to do something to alleviate the gloom of today. It was....amazing. I cannot truly put into words what one feels when standing under its large boughs. I did think to myself that it would be an amazing place to do a photoshoot. Of course, I nearly got myself lost trying to find it. But thats okay. Its makes the day a little less dull. An interesting thing I noticed is they have created braces of sorts for some of the limbs to help support them since they are so heavy. There was even a few cables. Fortunately, they are placed in a semi-discreet manner so you do not notice them to much. The things they are doing to preserve this tree is astounding.<br /><br /> On an end note. Why have I never bought any of U2's  music? I have always loved there music, but have never possessed any of it. Strange. I will have to remedy that eventually.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Homework, Grubs, And Uniforms Oh My!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 18:35:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If I was to give today any sort of measure in things accomplished then I would say I have had a rather productive day. Once classes were over at 11 I returned to my dorm and cleaned. Not that there was much to clean, but the shower and toilet did need their weekly scrubbing. Cleaning out of the way I sat down to lunch and by 1 I was ready for homework. I did have all intentions of going to file my taxes today, but (and as measly as an excuse as this is) walking 15 minutes in 40 degree weather with wind was not appealing. I have plenty of time next week. So all in all I finished any French homework I had so now all I have to do is study for the test on Monday, I completed my math homework, and read two chapters out of Yanomamo for my Social Organization class. So its 9 in the evening now and I think I am calling it a day homework wise.<br /><br /> While reading Yanomamo I have come to realize I could never be a cultural anthropologist. I do not think it would be culture shock or having to live a completely different lifestyle devoid of our common day conveniences , but it would be the food. Any good cultural anthropologist must submit themselves wholly into the culture they are studying because it is important to adapt a cultural relativist point of view. Therefore, that would be my big flaw. While I would not judge them based on their lifestyle, practices, or beliefs I do not think I could stomach eating worms, or grub, or anything our culture would consider unnatural. And by not partaking of their food I would be liable to offend the tribe I was studying. Granted, archaeology will make me travel about at least I will have a bit more control in my food choices.<br /><br /> I am in the mood for sightseeing and I know exactly where I would like to go.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.angeloaktree.org/#">[link]</a><br /><br /> This oak is 1500 years old and is quite essentially a gem. Recently, a petition was circulated to keep construction from coming near the area where the tree is located. Granted, the oak itself would not have been cut down, but any forest surrounding it would have. For extra information regarding this petition and such you can go here: <a href="http://www.savetheangeloak.org/">[link]</a> I am more than happy to say that when the petition was going around last year that I signed it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> Anyways, aside from that its just amazing! I have been wanting to go see it for quite a few months now, but have not yet gotten the chance. Considering I need to run errands tomorrow and entry into the park is free I just may have to go. There is just something about the huge limbs and massive size of the tree that makes me think it should belong in a fantasy book. So perhaps there will be some pictures tomorrow to share. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> Another obstacle currently in my life is finding a job. Thus another reason for my errand running tomorrow. From the applications I have put in I have not heard back from any of them. This awful economy is making for hard times job wise. I would not be so stressed about it if I did not have such a small amount of money left. But I do and it is causing me sleepless nights. So wish me luck. <br /><br /> Okay, life news aside. I have run into a dilemma. I am trying to research the dress of the Royal Navy in the 1700s. I stumbled across one website that said the Royal Navy did not follow a certain code of dress or had uniforms until the 1740s, which is later than I was hoping. The image of Ben wearing a navy blue captain's coat has been completely blown out of the water and I am admittedly disappointed. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> But, of course, that all depends on how accurate that website is. So my search will continue until I have better information and pictures to go along with it. I much prefer pictures to reading on some things. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /> And I am guessing that is how I will spend the rest of my evening until I crawl into bed.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 16:40:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I really hope I never have another osteology class like I did tonight. Our professor Dr. C was missing because he is out of town for a convention in Las Vegas. (Actually, a lot of anthro professors are so therefore I only have French and Precal classes for the rest of the week.) But we could not just leave. Our class is based around lots of lab work so we had to stay or at least attempt to. So what made tonight a bad night?  Well, spending nearly three hours looking at teeth having no clue what we were doing. And on top of that a guy in our class L seemed to have the opinion that everyone wanted to hear his music. I'm not really sure what sort of music it was, but it did sound like something you would listen to if you were tripping on drugs. After an hour of listening to this music I felt like I was on a psychadelic trip. It was awful. Quite a few classmates had gotten up and left, but I managed to survive for two hours before I called it quits. <br /><br /> I am sooo spaced out right now. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/weirdface.gif" width="27" height="15" alt=":O_o:" title="O_o" /><br /><br /> There is nothing new in the world of me. I am still trying to find a job and work out grad school. Neither of them seem to like me too much. I really need to just sit down with the department chair and talk to her. I received an email for a scholarship thats worth up to $1600 that I am going to try for. I could really use that scholarship.<br /><br /> Bah, I am so out of it right now I cannot even think straight. I should try to study for French and then go to bed. Hopefully some sleep will cure my spacing out.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sentimental</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 20:21:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ On August the 16th of this year, my character Lorelei will be 5 years old. Five very long years in the making.<br /><br /> I know this is such a random tidbit of information, but I feel like it is really important. <br /><br /> I cannot even begin to count how many I have sat in front of a computer screen on her account. (Of course, back then she wasn't even a pirate.) For a few months before her drastic transformation she began as a merchant's daughter who was besotted with Tom Pullings from Master and Commander. (Its really a long story so I will not reiterate it here.) Of course, things happened and Lorelei changed to being a pirate and having an affair with Jack Aubrey. (Also obviously from Master and Commander.) But so much more has changed since then. She met Ben and traveled back in time 100 years. She is real now and not some stereotypical pirate meant for children's stories.<br /><br /> Its been 5 years of weaving together a story where only 10% is written and the other 90% is still in my head.<br /><br /> Its also why I never finished writing nor posting the story I kept promising. If I were to have posted that scene that is rather poignant to the whole story I would have plopped the readers into the middle of something they could never really fully grasp. Plus, the explanation of the two characters would have probably been longer than the story.<br /><br />....Umm...I'm sleepy now and better stop this before start rambling...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Nostalgia and Other Such Ramblings</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 18:32:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It felt like Spring in Charleston today with the temperatures pushing 70 degrees and an ocean breeze to stir the air. I'm not quite sure what it is about this weather that brings about the dreamer in me. <br /><br /> My friend K and I had a picnic in Marion Square. Granted I was wearing jeans I did have the mind to wear flip flops. And even though the grass was brown and dead it was hard to hold back the urge to run about barefooted. Perhaps if the park were not so crowded I would have. (Plus, there was the frightening sight of a 40 something year old woman taking off her shirt for her husband to take a picture of her in her bra. Really disgusting. If you want those sort of pics of your wife then do it in your backyard and not in public. Anyways, it abused any notion of running around like a fool.) But running barefooted aside, the mild temperatures always give me the urge to dress up in garb. Thus, I have found one of the great disappointments of being away from home. I have all of my garb there and cannot exactly throw on my pirate garb and go play. Actually, its not really playing. Its being me. None of my friends seem to understand why I would want to wander around Charleston dressed in garb. In my opinion I find it really fitting for the area. I'm going to do it one day. At least once I have the chance to collect my things.<br /><br /> Besides if I could have chosen the period I was born in and the life I lived (granted it would be a short one) I would have been a pirate. I guess in reality that is who Lorelei is. She is my manifestation of what I think I should be or what I wish I could be. But here I am stuck in this modern world and oftimes feel uncomfortable in my own skin.I enjoy college and learning and I want to travel, but deep down I want to scream because I know it is not wholly me.<br /><br />...Anyways...<br /><br />I have hit a daydreaming streak. I can spend hours lying on my bed wrapped up in my blanket daydreaming. Oddly, I tend to repeat the same scenes over and over in my head. And mind you when there is other things to be done it is not exactly healthy. But at times I really don't care. It has been a really long time since my imagination has been let off of the leash.  Soooo....the scene repetition has to do with what I am writing for Valentine's Day. I'm gonna attempt to make a start on it tonight. If I can lay out the first few sentences then I will be happy. And as a premature warning the story will come slapped with a mature content warning on it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> I have made an attempt before at writing such a thing, but never quite finished it and certainly never shared it, but this time will be different. I want to write it cause well I just need to.<br /><br /> And seriously, if I prefer to have a stupid crush on an actor don't sit there and tell me he is a jerk. I mean. She showed me a picture of this guy she apparently had a crush on and I swear he did not look older than 15. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing and saying that at least my crush looks like a man. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/x/xd.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":XD:" title="XD" /> Seriously, you cannot touch RC with a stick. HA!<br /><br /> Okay, I'm going to write now. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh Geez</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 14:59:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Might I dare to mention that there are posters all in our residence hall that say, " I (insert heart symbol here) Vaginas".<br /><br /> Even though I know it is advertising a show called The Vagina Monologues it just seems amusing to see these signs posted all over in a girls dorm hall. <br /><br />*snicker*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Parle Vous Francais?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:11:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I may have screwed up my first French test of the semester, but it seems to not have messed up my good mood. Granted the test may not have went well I scored a 100 on my CompSocOrg quiz and missed one out of ten questions on my theory quiz. So all is not bad. Tomorrow I have a test in precalculus and I spent 4 hours today studying for it. I would study even more for it, but my brain has gone kaputz for now. Plus, I feel ridiculously sleepy, which means I should probably go to bed early.<br /> <br />I could be doing some other work, but why? Actually...my dishes could use some washing. Maybe later.<br /><br /> And might I mention it was really cold today? Granted we did not get any snow like parts of the rest of the state did. (Mum said they got snow and it was about 2 inches.) But It was only about 38 degrees out today with winds at 30 mph. It was semi-painful going from class to class. By the looks of it tomorrow is not going to be much warmer. Ah, if its going to be this cold in Charleston than it needs to snow. *pouts*<br /><br /> Next weekend I may be getting in some pre-field school work. Dr. J has finally gotten all of her permits signed for us to start shovel testing out at the Michaux site. So I am pretty excited. This will be going on for several weekends, but if I get a job I will not be able to go much. However, I will try to get in a weekend or two just because I am dying for a little hands on experience.<br /><br /> I am hoping beyond hope to have a story written and posted for Valentine's Day. I'm still not quite sure exactly what it will be about, but I think if I get the chance to put pen to paper it will come out easy enough. I may start sometime over the weekend, but I have osteology quiz on Tuesday and lot of reading to do so I guess we will see how that goes.<br /><br /> Umm...I have ran out of things to say.<br /><br />*bounces of to watch Proof of Life*<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 07:53:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Does anyone ever feel as if some people are just too materialistic? That you must give something to people that they can actually hold and feel before they ever give you much thought? And it feels like no matter what you have done for them that is non-materialistic that they just don't care?<br /><br /> Its in these moments that I feel like such an idiot. I have the stupidity to keep giving people the benefit of the doubt because perhaps sometimes I am too nice. But I guess when you think that someone really loves you then it would be different. But its not. I keep hanging myself with the same person over and over again because I am stupid enough to think that things will actually change.  And when nothing changes you suddenly feel as if you have no value to the one person that you try so hard to love and give the chances to over and over again. I'm getting tired of repeatedly beating my head against a wall for nothing.<br /><br /> I honestly feel as I have been thrown in the wash and then hung out to dry.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /> My pitiful love life aside. I was going to write up a story for Valentine's, but now I don't have the heart for it anymore. Oh, well. However, I think my college buddies and I are gonna be putting a package together soon for my ex-roommate who is  back in England. Candy corn is a must and I think we are going to do a picture together holding a sign that says "We Miss You" or some such stuff on it. Of course, she apparently is sending us a gift package as well with some English goodness in it (aka Cadbury chocolate). I'm pretty excited.<br /><br /> But I need to stop procrastinating. I have two tests plus two quizzes next week to study for and that is not including homework. I'm also going to the lab today to continue studying my  bones and making sketches of the skull. Its a barrel of fun. And I'm still coughing for no good reason. I have one friend that has bronchitis, but I would have gotten by know as often as I have been around her. Once in awhile it feels like I am coughing up congestion, but otherwise it is just a dry cough.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Per Request</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 20:00:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Snagged from <a href="http://killingfrost.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/k/i/killingfrost.gif" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconkillingfrost:" title="killingfrost"/></a> and <a href="http://skycladgypsy.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/k/skycladgypsy.jpg?1" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconskycladgypsy:" title="skycladgypsy"/></a><br /><br /><br />"DA Oddness abounds. If I or anyone else comments on one of your Deviations with a link that says "rofl this may be relevant to your interests" DO NOT CLICK ON IT! It will send you to a webpage that does not load, but somehow uses your account to quite randomly send the same comment link to other Deviations that you never even visited. This of course makes the system think you're spamming and refuses to let you comment further. Again, DO NOT CLICK ON THAT LINK!"<br /><br />"This is a warning, if you see myself or anyone else on deviant art post a comment anywhere on your page or deviations that reads "rofl this may be relevant to your interests" absolutely DO NOT click on it. I clicked on the link and my computer's been having issues ever since, seriously."<br /><br />MAKE A JOURNAL REPOSING THIS STATEMENT!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>World on a Silver Platter</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 17:32:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think I may be getting sick. All day my throat has felt disgusting and I have been coughing. I guess its not surprise considering I was in and out of the freezing cold over last weekend. I will probably drug myself up before I go to bed.<br /><br /> My kinship project is now finished thanks to <a href="http://skycladgypsy.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/k/skycladgypsy.jpg?1" width="50" height="50" alt=":iconskycladgypsy:" title="skycladgypsy"/></a> . Thanks for the help. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> I need to do some reading, but right now my brain is so foggy I would not comprehend anything I read. I am hoping after a decent nights sleep I will be able to cover a lot of work tomorrow.<br /><br /> Friday or Saturday I plan to look for a job. I have been meaning to since I began the semester, but things just kept popping up. There is an Old Navy near by that is apparently hiring part time.  Thats all I want is part time. I don't think any of the Barnes and Nobles are, but I would love to throw in an application there out of curiosity. I will probably look around on the net some too.<br /><br /> I had a random moment today. While walking to one of my classes I realized the sweater jacket I was wearing kinda smelled like leather. For some reason when I think of leather I think of Pterydactyl Leather at CRF. Yes, the smell of leather makes me think of faire. I wish I was rich and could go the faire in Georgia this year, but of course that will not happen. Its either field school or faire and well I really need field school.<br /><br /> Speaking of riches. While sitting in my osteology class last night I overheard two girls talking behind me about all the plans they are making for the summer. All of them included going abroad. One girl bragged that her family owns a house in another country. (I cannot exactly remember now.) Then Dr. Cope brought up in class today that the majority of students who come to this college come from families that are well off. Of course, what this had to do with the lesson I am not really sure. And sometime eariler someone else I knew was going on and on about their traveling abroad plans for the summer. Somehow, hearing all of this, made me feel really small. I'm not a rich kid. I never was. And as long as I worked I even had more money in the bank than my mom. <br /><br /> I am not blaming any of this on her. There are some situations you just cannot control. And with the economy the way it is finding jobs is impossible. I mean she had to raise my sister and I on her own. Of course, none of my family has ever been wealthy. Well, minus my uncle, but he does own his on business. So I hear all these college students talking about how they get to do this and that and I pause to wonder what it must be like. What is it really like to be a student who does not have to work and gets to use their parents money to travel the world? Then after musing over all of this I begin to feel like I am at an academic disadvantage. I mean. I can't go up to mom and tell her to give me the money to go to two field schools this summer like everyone else is doing. I'm not that lucky.<br /><br /> I guess in the end it just bothers me. I get sick of hearing people talk about how things pretty much get handed to them on a silver platter when it has always been something I have had to work for. But in the end. I DO have my own car. I am the one putting myself through college, not daddy's money. I am willing to work my ass off to meet my goals.<br /><br /> I suppose in the end you can never fully appreciate what you have unless you have worked for it yourself. My former advisor Mr. K once said he believed that all college students pay their own way through college. It would make everyone more serious about their education because they would not want to waste their money.<br /><br /> Meh. Now I have worked myself up into a depression. Brilliant.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>ATTENTION!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 07:28:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am writing this entry specifically to announce a project I am doing for class. I need one participant so if any of you read the details below and are interested in participating in said project wither reply to this journal or send me a note. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> For my Social Organization class we must chose a participant and basically plot a kinship chart of four generations. (For example if you have kids they would be the first generation, yourself the second, your parents the third, and your grandparents the fourth.) The kinship chart must include close and extended family (cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.)<br /> <br /> The second part of the project includes me asking the participant whom they believe they have the "strongest" and "weakest" ties to (I.e. Whom in the family you have strong and weak relationships with) and why.<br /><br /> ALL INFORMATION WILL BE CONFIDENTIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /> The only people who will know the true name of the participant will be myself and my professor. He keeps all this information under lock and key. To further ensure confidentiality the participant's real name will not be used in either the kinship chart or the paper I must write to accompany it, but we are allowed to use just the real first names of the relatives mentioned.<br /><br /> This project is due Friday so anyone who is interested must reply asap. I was planning to do it over the weekend, but since my grandpa had passed it has kinda set me behind. <br /><br /> Anyways, feel free to ask me any questions about the project if you are unsure of whether you want to participate or not.<br /><br />Thanks!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>*sigh*</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 08:44:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Of course, as soon as something good happens, something bad happens as well. <br /><br />I received news at 11 that my grandpa has finally passed away. So I am trying to pack in a mad rush to get back home. <br /><br />Seriously, this year is beginning to suck for me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Smallest of Miracles</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 20:33:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ANGELO CAME HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Ah, gads, I am having to restrain myself to keep from running home again. But I am so glad he has turned up. Mom said he is a little worse for the wear and a little thin, but nothing a few feedings can't fix. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br /><br />I'M SOOOOO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Life Never Slows Down For Anyone</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 18:15:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And neither does college.<br /><br /> The past couple of days have passed so quickly I am beginning to wonder if they have even happened at all. However, we are edging closer to the weekend so it will slow things down temporarily.<br /><br /> Yesterday it got cold enough here we actually got a tiny bit of snow. It flurried for about 30 minutes before coming to an abrupt end. It made me smile, but in reality I wish I could have been at home because they got   three inches there. Yeah, its not a lot, but hey for the south its a miracle we even get any. (Then again you tell people in the south it is going to snow and you would swear the apocalypse was coming.)<br /><br /> I can't believe exhaustion is already catching up with me. I planned to do some reading for a class I have on Friday tonight, but I can hardly hold my eyes open long enough to read it. I think once I finish here I may throw on some warm pajamas, settle into bed, and watch a little tv.<br /><br /> Field school is stressing me out. I know I want to go to the field school offered in Achill, Ireland. I have the approval of the department chair, but right now the only thing that is stopping me from going is money. I know of a couple of scholarships I can get in on, but it still won't be enough to cover the expense. I guess on the bright side the roundtrip flight tickets went from $1,115 to $755. So I will count my blessings there. But I may do myself some good by looking into other field schools as well. I guess in the end if it is meant for me to be there then I will get there. However, I am keeping my fingers crossed regardless.<br /><br /> I haven't had any time to write sadly. I have so much reading for my classes and then I have all this extra time I must spent studying for human osteology. (As in currently memorizing every freaking bone of the skull and being able to name fragments and say where they came from.) I have my fingers crossed that I will be able to free up enough time this weekend to at least get started on something. I miss having the time to write. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A Ticket to Anywhere</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 16:09:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is nothing new to report about my grandfather. So far his condition seems to remain the same. There is no telling how long he will cling to the fragile thread of his life. Since nothing seems to be changing I will return to Charleston tomorrow. It is a good thing we do not have classes tomorrow. <br /><br /> I'm actually ready to get back to Charleston because I am tired of sitting here in the hospital around sickness and death all the time. It is depressing and makes you realize that we as humans will always only be temporary. We will live out our existence and then waste away. <br /><br /> It has made me sit back and think about my own life. Death has a way of doing that. I never want to be complicated. I want to live and never question my decisions or choices. I want to do the right things. I want to be happy. I want to be comfortable. I want to finish college and make an attempt at a career. I want a small cottage in Ireland with a thatched roof and sheep with a small rose garden out back. I don't won't to worry about the huge debt I am going to be in once college is finished. I want a horse. I want to learn how to sail. I actually want to finish writing a book. I want to see the world. I don't want to be alone. (Being in relationships has broke me from my customary solitude.) I want to be the go to person when it comes to Celtic archaeology. I suppose I want to be the best person I can possibly be without causing harm to anyone. I don't want to hurt anymore. I don't want to be digging myself into pits. I just want to live.<br /><br /> Angelo has still not showed his little whiskered face. Mom thought she had seen him on someone's porch so I stopped and we took a look, my heart swelling with hope. It turned out not to be him. It felt like my heart had been cut out of my heart all over again.<br /><br /> I need a tiny bit of happiness right now, but I do  not know where to find it.<br /><br />Fast Car by Tracy Chapman<br /><br />You got a fast car <br />I want a ticket to anywhere <br />Maybe we make a deal <br />Maybe together we can get somewhere <br /><br />Anyplace is better <br />Starting from zero got nothing to lose <br />Maybe we'll make something <br />But me myself I got nothing to prove <br /><br />You got a fast car <br />And I got a plan to get us out of here <br />I been working at the convenience store <br />Managed to save just a little bit of money <br />We won't have to drive too far <br />Just 'cross the border and into the city <br />You and I can both get jobs <br />And finally see what it means to be living <br /><br />You see my old man's got a problem <br />He live with the bottle that's the way it is <br />He says his body's too old for working <br />I say his body's too young to look like his <br />My mama went off and left him <br />She wanted more from life than he could give <br />I said somebody's got to take care of him <br />So I quit school and that's what I did <br /><br />You got a fast car <br />But is it fast enough so we can fly away <br />We gotta make a decision <br />We leave tonight or live and die this way <br /><br />I remember we were driving driving in your car <br />The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk <br />City lights lay out before us <br />And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder <br />And I had a feeling that I belonged <br />And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone <br /><br />You got a fast car <br />And we go cruising to entertain ourselves <br />You still ain't got a job <br />And I work in a market as a checkout girl <br />I know things will get better <br />You'll find work and I'll get promoted <br />We'll move out of the shelter <br />Buy a big house and live in the suburbs <br />You got a fast car <br />And I got a job that pays all our bills <br />You stay out drinking late at the bar <br />See more of your friends than you do of your kids <br />I'd always hoped for better <br />Thought maybe together you and me would find it <br />I got no plans I ain't going nowhere <br />So take your fast car and keep on driving <br /><br />You got a fast car <br />But is it fast enough so you can fly away <br />You gotta make a decision <br />You leave tonight or live and die this way<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Those Cold Winter Days</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 10:49:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It is wearing sitting here at the hospital. Just waiting. When I'm brave enough I go to sit with my grandpa. It is really hard to sit in there with him.  He talks out of his head, gets angry, and his arms are so swollen with fluid that they are blistering and beginning to ooze. His kidneys are just about give out. It is overall wearing on the heart and soul to sit in there too long.<br /><br /> So currently I am in the waiting room with my uncle, cousin, and his girlfriend. I have managed to get some homework done, but mentally and emotionally I am too exhausted.  But despite the bad circumstances being surrounded by family offers a cozy sort of comfort.<br /><br /> However, not everything is so dandy. A couple hours before I came home yesterday my cat Angelo went missing. Mum said she spent those hours wondering around outside trying to find him. She was so upset to tell me. I'm upset too. He is my heart. I know he is a cat and can take care of himself, but with the weather being bitterly cold and him being a housecat he does not have a winter coat. So I am hoping he will turn up, but until then I am completely heartbroken. <br /><br /> It is turning out to be a rather depressing homecoming.<br /><br /> I have an inkling to start on my story today, but I suppose we will see.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Life and Death</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 18:06:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The doctors have officially called off the treatment for my grandpa. His kidneys have finally failed him and the fluid from the medicine they were giving him to keep his blood pressure up was only making things worse. So now he has been given morphine and Hospice has been called in.<br /> <br /> My heart is sad. I am sure that at this very moment all the family is probably there...and I am here. A part of me feels guilty, but another part of me knows there is nothing I can do except sit and wait like everyone else. But I haven't realized how upset I am about this until now. The hospice nurse said they usually last about three days after treatment stops. I really hope I can get the chance to tell him goodbye...<br /><br /> But even in the light of death life trudges on at its own pace.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /> In other news. Classes are going well. My mild panic of having classes in different buildings has slackened off. It is not as horrible as I first expected. And I have also discovered that my advisor makes a much better professor than he does advisor. <br /><br /> But I must admit I ended up highly amused in my theory class today. We had to give brief introductions of ourselves. After I said my name and whatnot I ended up in a 5 minute discussion of how to pronounce my name. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/weirdface.gif" width="27" height="15" alt=":O_o:" title="O_o" /> It was so weird.  I think my name is easy enough to pronounce so I don't understand why it is so hard for people to wrap their tongue around it.<br /><br /> This weekend I plan to start writing the ghost story I mentioned in an earlier entry. Every time "Cemeteries of London" by Coldplay pops up on my playlist I cannot help but to think of my favorite little cemetery and the sea captain. I know how I want it to start. It is just a matter of sitting and writing it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 10:27:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Grandpa continues his slow slide towards death. Everyday his blood pressure drops lower and lower. Yesterday is was 49 and today its 38.<br /><br /> I have a three day weekend this weekend since we have MLK holiday off. I just have this horrible sinking feeling I may be spending this weekend attending a funeral....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>New Year, New Semester</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 19:04:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Here I am again. Back to the routine. Back to life. Time on holiday and at home put me in some sort of limbo, but a relaxing one. Now I must tune my body back to the early morning bell and head out for classes again.<br /><br /> In a nutshell my Christmas holiday was nice with a few surprises thrown in for flavor. I do not recall ever feeling so relaxed and calm. I spent my first 4 days at home secluded behind my bedroom door plowing through books I have long been wanting to read. (May I highly suggest Juliet Marillier's <i>Heir to Sevenwaters</i>?) Afterwards I cracked out of my shell and pretty much spent the entire break being lazy. Christmas was amazing, but New Year's was not rung in on a party note. My family and I actually went to see a movie and from there I ran into an old friend that I had not seen in a couple of years. Of course, this first week and a half of the New Year cannot be called fantastic. Between personal problems and my grandpa being put back in the hospital Friday night it has made me wonder if this was a sort of foreshadowing. But I refuse to think negatively. This is life. We cannot stem the flow of it's process or try to divert it elsewhere. It just happens.<br /><br />  But with those New Year also comes new chances. I may still have my chance to go to Ireland for field school. The only part that is stopping me from fully deciding is the money. I can get the grants, but it is the question of will it be enough. Later this year I must take my GED test for grad school then I must also begin the application process for grad schools. I really do have my heart set on UCD (University College of Dublin), but as a smart student I will look elsewhere also. Now if we factor me out of the equation my sister is getting married this year. She is so excited and I am happy for her. But at the same time it makes me sad because I see her so little now and I know that once she gets married it will probably be even less. I told her that since I have a free bed in my room now I would like her to visit when the weather got warmer and we could wander down to the beaches. Whether she actually will or not I don't know, but it is worth the try.<br /><br /> So I am here now. Back in my second home of Charles Towne. Kristina and I took the free afternoon to wander down King Street, into the Unitarian Church Cemetery, and down to the Battery Park. I felt as if I were reaquainting myself with the sights, sounds, and smells of Charleston. There is a new bell that tolls every 15 minutes. I have only been here  day and a half and I scarcely notice it anymore.<br /><br /> However, there has been changes as well and is not just the now absent roommate. Cold Stone Ice Cream, our Friday night hangout, has been closed. I actually nearly wanted to cry. Not for the loss of ice cream, but because I have quite a few memories in that now gutted building. It felt so depressing. K and I lingered outside the door for several moments before moving on, unable to understand.<br /><br /> A second change brought me grief as well and I found it in the Unitarian Church Cemetery. The yard keepers finally cleaned the place up. My main curiosity was to see if I could find the tombstone of my sea captain. The one by the name of Jeremiah King. (<a href="http://wayfaringbard.deviantart.com/art/Man-of-the-Sea-90031792">[link]</a>). Upon finding it I nearly cried again. In the months since June the weather has taken a horrible toll on it. None of the engraving is legible now. So now only in my picture have I preserved what it once was. And call me silly for crying over an old tombstone for someone I do not even know. Or call me crazy for saying that I have had a strange fancy for who this tomb was connected to. Ever since my first visit to that cemetery I have often wondered about the story of that person. Even more recently it seems to have grown to fruitation. I have often considered penning it down as being a story of a girl who gets caught up in a ghost. That to free him she must put his family's legacy to rest. it would more or less be a modern day story that becomes obessesed with the past. (And in my head I find it stupidly romantic.) I should write it only because the sudden fading of the tombstone seems symbolic. I wonder if it is healthy to grow attached to things of that nature? Probably not.<br /><br /> Lastly I would love to mention there is currently a beautiful tall ship sitting in our harbor. It has three masts and dwarfs all the other ships in the harbor. I nearly cried in shear delight. (I have only just realized I have had too many crying incidents today <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/weirdface.gif" width="27" height="15" alt=":O_o:" title="O_o" />) I really want to go see it, but I hardly think I could easily get to it or at least close enough to see it properly and take a good picture. So for now I will commit to memory as being another small thing that brings me joy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Merry Christmas to All</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 07:34:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So here it is. The end of semester. An unusual quietness has settled over this building. I almost feel as if my roommate and I are the last inhabitants.<br /><br /> This may be my last entry until I return from Christmas break seeing that i lack internet access at home unless I plan to go to the library. (Which I don't except to take care of any college business.) So if I do not reply to any messages please don't feel offended. I'm kinda vacating awhile.<br /><br /> I am hoping my Christmas will be pleasant, but seeing that mum has plans made up for me already (seriously I cannot go home just to relax) it will be a few days before I can fully enjoy myself. Plus, my grandfather's health is on a rapid downslide so that does not bode well. (It also means I am going to be sitting in a nursing home all day Sunday to watch him sleep.) Okay that sounds awful. I do need to spend time with him before he passes..its just...its not one of those things I want to do right once I get home. Especially since Friday I am being dragged to the library to help mom by tickets to Riverdance for grandma for Christmas. (Seriously, my sis has internet access everyday at work and mum has phone numbers for ticket bozes. Why does it have to be me who has to arrange it? Oh wait, she wants to use my credit card. -_-) So aside from working out a few various kinks I'm going to attempt to have a good Christmas fates willing.<br /><br /> I really hate being the child the parent is so depending on.<br /><br /> But minor scrouge-ness aside. Alison will be leaving us today. Her side of the room is almost completely empty and it is kinda depressing. However, there is the possibility of her visiting us next summer so we will have that to look forward to. And honestly, who knows what next year will bring. Ireland perhaps? I mean I know this time next year my applications for grad schools will have already been sent out. Amazing.<br /><br /> Anyways, I must depart now. I have a tiny bit of packing to finish, a couple of errands to run, and quite a bit of cleaning.<br /><br /> Merry Christmas everyone and  a Happy New Year!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>News Break</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 21:48:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In some positive news. I am one exam away from being done with this semester.<br /><br /> I also found out that if I want to University College Dublin for grad school  I would only be paying $1,000 more a year to go there compared to what i do here.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 17:29:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Soon I will find a better hobby aside from posting here everyday.<br /><br /> Soooo...<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THZ2D0e2eNk">[link]</a><br />(You have to watch it or you won't understand.)<br /><br /> Apparently this occurred in our library last night. Its nuts. The idea was taken from a youtube video showing the exact same thing occurring at UNC. Now considering it was organized by the SGA president I'm not sure if they were allowed to be doing this or not. It was all over Facebook so naturally there was a HUGE turnout. The rave did not last long from what I gather. Somewhere between 10 and 20 minutes. I kinda regret not going because it was so ridiculously spontaneous. Who knows. Maybe they will do it again next semester. <br /><br /> Hey, the rotunda in the library is a great place for a party.<br /><br /> Anyways, I had the great joy of confronting an Allstate agent today. I had noticed on my phone that I had two missed calls from the same phone number so I turned the volume up on my phone. I figured if they needed to talk bad enough they would call again. Well, they never did call again, but I did get a voicemail. I already knew right away that the voicemail as an accident because there was only background noise, but very clear background news. To make a long story short the agent who called and someone else were making fun of my voicemail and cracking awful jokes about people who live in South Carolina. I will be the first to admit that there are people here who are not the brightest crayons in the box, but its definitely not me nor my family. At first I was going to let the incident slide, but the longer I sat there and mulled over it the angrier I got. So I took a deep breath and called the number back. I told her I got this voicemail message and as calmly as possible I gave her an ear full. I told her she is making awful assumptions based on my voicemail and the fact I live in SC. I said I was currently attending College of Charleston and I have been on the Dean's List 3 semesters before so she is horribly wrong in assuming I was stupid and that I was highly offended. I have to admit she did give me a very good apology and admitted it was very unprofessional of her. So I took her apology and ended it there.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /> Off I just wandered to fetch my last ice cream cone from Cold Stone for the year. While sitting in our usual spot I caught sight of my French professor. She saw me too and we exchanged a wave. Granted I hated her at the beginning of the semester I have come to like her. Plus, I recently found out that she has been given my French 102 class which I'm kinda glad about since I have become use to her teaching style.<br /><br /> We wandered into one of the few gift stores that was still open at this time of night. After being amused by the variety of magnetic poetry kits. I bought A's mum a Christmas gift since she was really sweet and sent me a handmade dreamcatcher.<br /><br /> Now its time to chill out with my friends and watch some good British comedy.<br /><br /> In life you should rejoice in what you have and only briefly mourn what you have lost.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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