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Sunday, February 12th, 2012

Subject:access denied
Time:12:27 am.

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> comment. and say something nice. im sure ill add you, but you could at least pretend im cool enough to have to be convinced</p>
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Sunday, September 2nd, 2007

Subject:i don't like grapes...
Time:8:04 am.
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Subject:i don't like grapes...
Time:8:04 am.
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Monday, February 5th, 2007

Subject:More House!fic?! More House!fic!!
Time:4:07 am.
Author: Fyiagcg
Title: “I don’t like grapes”
Rating: PG, because I just feel silly making anything G
Warnings/Spoilers: it would help if you’ve watched the show at some point... Oh, and House at one point says phrases like 'the blacks' and 'dirty jews'... but I'm pretty sure he's just being sarcastic. You can never tell with House
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I probably wouldn’t be willing to share. Luckily, they belong to Fox and David Shore and various other people that aren’t me.
Summary: Dr. Allison Cameron has finally figured out the perfect metaphor to convince House of her feelings for him. But will he listen?
Be Kind, review. But remember... I appreciate responses, including concrit, but please try not to rip me a new one. The only person who can verbally abuse me to such an extreme degree would be House himself.

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Friday, February 2nd, 2007

Subject:Housefic? Housefic!
Time:12:30 am.
House!fic!!!!

My first time...


House/Cameron...

A bit of language but not much else.



"A Serious Talk"

Summary: "Don't flatter yourself... You weren't the first, and you won't be the last. I've known that from the start."



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Sunday, November 26th, 2006

Subject:Bell's Palsy. OR, My Friday in the ER. OR I'm a pirate! yarrr
Time:2:01 pm.
Mood: crappy.
I woke up on Thursday and my lips were acting strange, then my eye started acting strange. When I woke up friday, there was no movement in the entire left side of my face. It's called bell's palsy, and it's a problem with the nerves in my face.

80% of the time, it gets better within six weeks. So I'm almost feeling ok about it.

But it really sucks for right now.

One of the problems is my left eye won't blink. So I risk cornea damage from wind, dust, debris, or the sun. That's usually one of the worst long-term damages done to people who have bell's palsy.

As far as everyday stuff goes, I look really stupid. The left side of my mouth is drooped down, so when I smile it's super lopsided, And I'm having trouble eating and drinking, especially drinking, because my lips wont hold the liquid in and it dribbles out the side of my mouth. As far as eating, i have to tilt my head back and to the side to make sure the food stays in. I'm talking funny too. B's and P's are the worst (much like the word lisp and impediment, this is one of those 'if you have it, you can't say it' things i've always laughed about.)

And I was trying to wear glasses everywhere, to protect my eye from wind, dust, flying debris, and the sun. But in the middle of the night, inside a restaurant, the sunglasses look kinda silly.
Plus, it didn't work. I still got wind and other stuff constantly hitting my eye... especially when driving. So now i'm wearing an eye-patch pretty much wherever i go. That looks sexy, i'll tell you what. All i need is a peg leg and a hook.

I'm ok, I'll live. And there's a good chance this will go away.

That doesn't stop me from hating it, though
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Tuesday, August 29th, 2006

Time:11:40 pm.
Mood: exhausted.
Well, I've got 19 1/2 units, which is 7 classes. I'm tired
I've got a job, at the coffee cart on campus, for which I don't know the salary. I'll be working 2 days a week, 5 hours a day. Today was my second day. I'm tired.
I'm trying to complete my best friend duties, though I can't really bring myself to give half a shit anymore. I'm tired.
I've got about 15 copies of 'The Wall', my school's literary journal. Page 10 and 11, my poem. (anyone want a copy? email me -@yahoo.com- and I'll mail it to you) I'm proud.
I've got big plans, involving a road trip in December. One that will hit Indiana (where matt and kelly are officially moved), Kentucky, and Missouri. (if only there were a couple amazing girls in, like, st louis or something, who could put me up and entertain me for a few days. hmmm) I'm excited.

I'm off to bed now.
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Friday, August 18th, 2006

Time:11:38 pm.
I have a headache.

I think I gave myself food poisoning last night.

Lizzy's not talking to me. At least I got my book back this time.

My folks are out of town for another week (party at erin's!!)

I don't update too often, and for that i suck.
ok, i just suck in general. but the not updating definately hasnt helped.
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Thursday, May 4th, 2006

Subject:stream of thought
Time:6:31 pm.
Mood: crazy.
reading rinn's journal makes me want to be just like her. 3 or 4 posts all in a row and my mind only works in short, fully formed thoughts that might not make sense. nafoo is gay and it makes me think of gooey, which is bad. ginny stands on her piano and makes some interesting music. I don't post on livejournal much, though i have spent a bit of time on myspace. i don't know what i want to do with my life ant that scares me a little (a lot). lizzy's world is recalling the summer of 5, with 4 right now. and like the sumemr of five, i'm alone completely and fully and yet involved (a bit too much) in at least half, somehow. i have a research paper to write for english, a class in which i am getting an a. i've had weeks to write it but i just can't, and i'm looking at a lower grade if i keep on being stupid. i tell my psychology teacher that i don't like thereapists and she says does that mean you don't like me? and i say yes. she's probably (what probably, she IS) my favorite teacher since wilson, in senior year (yeah, of high school). then she tells me how much she likes me, and i feel uncomfortable. i make cracks about myself and others, and she says i could totally have an a if i put half that effort into studying. ginny is playing with a plunger and that's really gross. as babysitter i should stop her... i take it away and she plays with her vacuum (the one she used to be scared of) and i feel much better, because i'm pretty sure the vacuum's never touched poop. i want the wall to come out, now. rinn, i know i got it at some time but i'll need your address again (andagainandagain) so as to send you a copy when it comes out (if it ever does) because i want you to see my name in print and published and be very proud of me (and i want to send random gifts whenever i feel like it). i wonder how alicia is, i haven't checked her journal in awhile because it had been so long she she'd updated. i'm not reading enough (books or fic) and i can feel my brain slipping away. i buy hotdog for 10 dollars and study every page, even the ones i don't care about. I'm a little (a lot) lonely and wish there was a boy around for me. lizzy and i have gone to a bar 4 times in the past week. i dance, wether i'm drinking or not, and sweat so much that soem bitch stops me and says 'napkins, sweetie. napkins.' and some random guy puts his beer bottle to my arm and comments that i must be having a damn good time, and i am. i've joined netflix and feel like a whore. i do the new release wall every monday and i love it. justin put it right when he said that its 'like a puzzle', and i really do love figuring it out. i eat alot of in n out, grilled cheese with light grilled onions, fries and a coke. i eat at pick up stix and only get white rice and terriyaki sauce, making my total less than 2$... i've gone more than a month without chicken and iiii feeeeel fiiiiine. (perhaps in a way it is the end of the world, as i know it.) lori is home so i get to go get lizzy, and i think i'll make her drive home. i'm teaching her to drive and its really very scary if you think about it. she's just learning to smoke and drive. i tell her that soon she'll be able to drink her coffee while driving, then she'll be able to eat while driving. but i'll be really impressed while she can vomit and keep on driving. yesterday i vomited on myself, and kept on driving. i'm going now and i want anyone who's read this entire thing to comment, even if it's to tell me to lay off the coffee (which i havent had any of today)
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Saturday, April 8th, 2006

Time:2:51 am.
Mood: drunk.
am so drunk.

i love that lizzy drives now because that means i can get drunk and stupid, and when we get pulled over by the cops, we're fine.

did i mention that i'm totally drunk?
i love it

ok. signing off now.

goodnight everybody.
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Saturday, February 25th, 2006

Time:1:02 am.
I'm tired and I took my sleeping pill not too long ago so I really shouldn't be allowed access to a keyboard right now.

I was supposed to meet up with will tonight. I haven't mentioned him before and I probably won't mention him again. let it just be noted that i shaved my legs for NOTHING, apparently.

School is school and work is work.
I got a job offer at Hollywood video tonight. they offerred me 75 cents more and a shift-lead position. I'm hoping blockbuster will be willing to better that. if not, can i really work at HV? it's like a die-hard catholic getting circumsized and calling himself a Rabbi.
(apologies if comparing blockbuster and hollywood to christianity and judaism is offensive to anyone. unless i don't like you, in which case... good.)

that's all for tonight

I think I'll cross post to LJ and myspace, because, uhm... i wanna.
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Thursday, February 23rd, 2006

Time:12:53 am.
Mood: amused.
the Asserter
Test finished!
you chose AY - your Enneagram type is EIGHT.


"I must be strong"



Asserters are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.


How to Get Along with Me



  • Stand up for yourself... and me.
  • Be confident, strong, and direct.
  • Don't gossip about me or betray my trust.
  • Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.
  • Give me space to be alone.
  • Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me.
  • I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack.
  • When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am.

What I Like About Being a Eight



  • being independent and self-reliant
  • being able to take charge and meet challenges head on
  • being courageous, straightforward, and honest
  • getting all the enjoyment I can out of life
  • supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me
  • upholding just causes

What's Hard About Being a Eight



  • overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to
  • being restless and impatient with others' incompetence
  • sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it
  • never forgetting injuries or injustices
  • putting too much pressure on myself
  • getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right

Eights as Children Often



  • are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit
  • are sometimes loners
  • seize control so they won't be controlled
  • fugure out others' weaknesses
  • attack verbally or physically when provoked
  • take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings

Eights as Parents



  • are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted
  • are sometimes overprotective
  • can be demanding, controlling, and rigid

Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele

The Enneagram Made Easy
Discover the 9 Types of People
HarperSanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages



You are not completely happy with the result?!
You chose AY

Would you rather have chosen:

  • BY (FOUR)
  • CY (SIX)
  • AX (SEVEN)
  • AZ (THREE)




  • My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:


    free online dating free online dating
    You scored higher than 69% on ABC

    free online dating free online dating
    You scored higher than 57% on XYZ
    Link: The Quick and Painless ENNEAGRAM Test written by felk on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test
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    Friday, February 3rd, 2006

    Time:12:11 am.
    My Story got 2nd place in the Humour category of the OWL Awards.

    it might be the fact that i'm way sick and have felt all light-heady all day, but i think i'm about to pass out.
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    Thursday, January 26th, 2006

    Subject:needing some feedback here
    Time:1:39 am.
    Mood: thoughtful.
    It breaks my heart when I see a cute kid
    A talkative, inquisitive, ‘normal’ little girl
    But my baby’s cuter, she’s the light of my life
    The thing I love most in my heart, in the world

    I think of the symptoms and the signs and the warnings
    I’ve read articles and books on the so-called disease
    I’ve tried to find another explanation for this
    But the more the mind knows, the more the eye sees

    I can accuse the doctors, the food, the air
    Although I couldn’t stop it, it’s myself I blame
    I should have noticed sooner, asked others questions
    Found out that not everybody’s the same

    I’ve loved her since before she was born
    I saw her first steps, I watched her turn two
    But she still didn’t speak, wave bye-bye or point
    And then the doctors confirmed, our suspicions were true

    She bites hits or scratches when she can’t have her way
    Bangs her head on the wall, throws herself to the floor
    Screams high-pitched or just babbles, but still has no words
    She’s four years old, tantrums are expected, it’s just hers are a bit more

    More therapy meetings at school, more spills and more mess
    More special toys for the senses, more socks hats and gloves
    More contemptuous glares from ignorant people who don’t understand
    Every time that I see her, I fall more in love

    I’d give anything for her to talk to me
    To be more like ‘normal’ kids, oh how I hate that word
    But she’s perfect just as she is, no substitution would do
    To abandon her or wish she weren’t there… just the concept’s absurd

    Some days are better than others, I could forget the word Autism
    The worst days, I’ll admit, have reduced me to tears
    But unconditional love always beats out self-pity or spite
    And the touch of her hand fights away any fears
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    Monday, November 28th, 2005

    Subject:as far as my nerdy writing
    Time:12:56 am.
    Mood: shocked.
    HOLY CRAP!!!

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    Friday, November 18th, 2005

    Time:11:24 pm.
    I've got a jar of peanut butter and a spoon, A bottle of cold water, And a shiny new 'ship.

    This is way better than teaching lizzy to drive.
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    Tuesday, November 15th, 2005

    Time:7:50 pm.
    Mood: embarrassed.
    I read/write Harry Potter FanFic!
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    Thursday, November 3rd, 2005

    Time:10:50 pm.
    Your IQ Is 125

    Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average

    Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius

    Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional

    Your General Knowledge is Exceptional
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    Time:10:39 pm.
    Mood: contemplative.
    I got arrested Saturday night.
    Nothing really bad. Drunk in Public.
    I also alienated and/or totally pissed off all my buddies in Oceanside

    the moral is

    I'm going to stop Drinking.
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    Time:10:39 pm.
    you put yourself in stupid places
    yes i think you know it's true
    situations where it's easy to look down on you
    i think you like to be the victim
    i think you like to be in pain
    i think you make yourself a victim
    almost every single day

    you do what you do
    you say what you say
    you try to be everything to everyone
    you know all the right people
    you play all the right games
    you always try to be
    everything to everyone

    yeah you do it again
    you always do it again

    you say they taught you how to read and write
    they taught you how to count
    i say they taught you how to buy and sell
    your own body by the pound
    i think you like to be their simple toy
    i think you love to play the clown
    i think you blind to the fact
    that the hand you hold
    is the hand that holds you down

    chorus

    spin around and fall down
    do it again
    you stumble and you fall
    yeah why don't you ever learn
    spin around and fall down
    do it again
    you stumble and you fall
    i wonder if you will ever learn

    why don't you ever learn

    come on now
    do that stupid dance for me

    you do what they tell you to do
    you say what they say
    you try to be
    everything to everyone

    you jump through the big hoop
    you play all the right games
    you try to be
    everything to everyone

    spin around and fall down
    do it again
    you stumble and you fall
    yeah you do it again
    spin around and fall down
    do it again
    you stumble and you fall...
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