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23 Sep 2007|11:49pm |
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we used to be a lot of things, but oh darling, darling, how we've changed.
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20 Sep 2007|12:52am |
Yeah, what she said.
:)
Entry soon, I promise.
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18 Sep 2007|12:01am |
Ok, so we've been bad bloggers.
But really, we haven't had any spare moment to ourselves, really. And, well, we've had a few spare moments, but we haven't had enough time to really get caught up with our online lives.
So, we're in Chicago, we're in our dorm, it's amazing, and we'll try to update later.
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14 Sep 2007|07:21pm |
Hooray for accessing the Denver internet for free! Oh I love at&t! It accepted my username and password (since I have at&t internet service at home) for the at&t wi-fi login....eeep! I remember trying this back in the airport in Dallas and being disappointed...but I've learned a lesson: always try, try again!
Anyway, next time I write in this, I will be in Chicago.
omfgawsh.
Can you believe it?
Not me's!! No way. This has been my dream for about six years now....and it's finally coming true.
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14 Sep 2007|04:05pm |
I'm in Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. I'm glad there's free wifi, because I just sort of overheard that we're not going to leave Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport until 5:00pm in the evening.
Or maybe in the morning, I don't know.
Possibly six hours until I'm in Chicago.
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12 Sep 2007|10:49pm |
I've decided to start over on the count, since we're going to go to Chicago and all, going to start brand new lives, etc.
So! The day after tomorrow, we're going to leave for the University of Chicago. My flight is at 12, so I'll be at the airport around 10:30am, leave at 12:20, then arrive at around 8:30 or 9:00pm. She's going to leave around 3, so I think she's going to be at the airport around 1:30pm, and I think she's going to get there at midnight.
:)
She's going to be staying with some of her cousins, and I'm going to be staying in the Chicago City Centre with my brother. I'm really excited, it seems like a really ritzy place and there's an INDOOR pool that I just might visit. And then the day after we're going to move in and all of that fun stuff.
I don't really have much to say right now, because we haven't gotten there yet so I just don't have much in the way of information.
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30 Jul 2007|01:17am |
Now, one month and a half.
...haven't really prepared much.
Gotta get my meningitis shot, man.
Also, for those of you who don't know, Dixy and I are/were on Medicaid, and now that we've turned 18, we're going to run out of coverage. Which leaves us without insurance, and we actually have to show proof of insurance to the school.
So, unless we get other insurance affordable to college students, we have to give $1k to a university insurance. And we still have to co-pay.
DIXY AND I NEED PROPER INSURANCE. BETWEEN THE TWO OF US, WE'RE AT SOME MEDICAL FACILITY AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH.
Gawsh.
beeeep.
dix, we should take the diag test already.
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| It's about time |
05 May 2007|03:30pm |
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We will be leaving to the University of Chicago in approximately four months! Not only that - -WE WILL BE ROOMMATES!
dixy[at]uchicago.edu and
ivy[at]uchicago.edu.
Absolutely wonderful! They look so perfect and well, so perfectly well!
I am thinking maybe we should really start paying attention to this again, especially as this new phase of our life begins!
College, bicycles, Shoreland Hall, Lake Michigan, the 6th, la 26, laptops, courses, dining halls, advisors, book rooms, downtown Chicago, etc.
We are up for the time of our lives, darling.
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05 Apr 2007|10:10am |
OK, I lost count.
I'm a bad, bad journaler.
Dixy will be leaving me to go to reed in a few days! :*((
Sadness, but Portland is awesome and it's an amazing pportunity to check out a college. Who knows, maybe she'll fall in love with it and go there and live happily ever after.
^^
And TAGETHER we're going to go U-Chi, and I can't can't can't can't wait.
<3
lover ya
----missfork
[praise LIFE praise GOD]
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22 Mar 2007|05:06pm |
Alright, I don't know if this entry should count because I didn't actually go to school today.
I stayed home and slept until about 130 ish, or at least that's when I got OUT of bed and put my contacts in.
BUT, at around 830, dixy and I did go grocery shopping, which was wonderful magical fun.
I bought--
1 cup of instant alfredo pasta
1 bottle of classic alfredo sauce
1 6-pack of Tot's Appple Juice boxes
2 cans of Chicken and Wild Rice soup
1 box of granola bars
1 lunchables thingie
1 box of turkey slices (oh yah, baby)
1 package of hogey bread
24 bottles of Aquafina
<3
Trust us, we live a good life.
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| COUNTDOWN |
19 Mar 2007|05:34pm |
067
Today was deborah and my first day back at school from spring break. In seventh period, which is really the fourth period of the day for us on mondays, Ms. Skindell informed us that there were only 67 school days to go.
I'm going to try my very hardest to write in this every single day of our last days of high school.
Today, I said to Dixy that I can't express to her how badly I don't want to go to our graduation. If I had led a slightly different sort of life thus far and was slightly different, I know that I would want to and that I would have some sort of appreciation for the ritual of ending high school. For me, going through high school was in large part bullshit, and the sort of ritual that they've set up as an end for it, to me, doesn't seem to fit at all. I'm sure I'll look forward to my college graduation. I also think that I'm dreading my high school graduation because I always thought that by this time, I would have so much more to show for myself.
In elementary school I always thought that by a certain age I would be so different and look so different and seem so different. I always wanted to meet up with some of the girls from the cheerleading squad on days that I thought I looked good so they could be like, 'Wow, Ivy, you really have changed.'
Wait a minute, I just realized that I stopped caring about my appearance at school a while ago, and although they might see me and still see the girl with the incredibly bushy eyebrows and the trouble with the grooming, it's a completely different girl from the one who used to hide in the bathroom of her middle school on days that there were pep rallies.
It's funny, because a lot of people think that people want to be a cheerleader because it's all about being seen or having school spirit, or whatever, but that wasn't what it was for me. It was about being part of something, about being a part of a group and learning of their quirks and being... an important-ish part of it that at least baffled some people. Well, actually, ito nly became that near the end. But I was in it in the first place for the feeling of it, the feeling of your slim (although I wasn't so slim, then) body jumping up and down, or moving forward, even the running and the rigorous training we had to do.
Gee, did I just spend like half this entry talking about my time as a cheerleader? Yes, I did. Oh well, such if life, right? Pretty soon I have to really get my life together and start working on the magazine! I wanted to get some sleep, but my mom made dinner pretty quick and so I didn't get more than 20 minutes of sleep and then when the food was ready it was too hot and the coke was too cold (like almost frozen) so I just finished my food and my time-line for sleeping is 15 minutes from being up.
*sneeze*
Well! I am sure that I am not alone in saying that despite high school being bullshit, these four years of my life haven't been defined by just being in high school. They've been defined by finding myself and finding love and losing friends and begin to define and see myself just a little bit more clearly.
Love dixy/deborah, love life...
Praise God.
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28 Feb 2007|05:01pm |
I love the layout of this journal! Don't you think? Of course, it looks its most beautiful when it's filled with paragraph after paragraph of substantial writing, which I haven't been able to give it lately. I'm really, really ashamed of how unable I've been to really commit to writing every day. I write in my own journals, of course, but there's something different about putting your work on the internet, even if it's in private journals that nobody can or will see.
Dixy and I are great young ladies. We both have steady boyfriends and like to live our lives a certain way, but we're pretty crazy anyway. We love shopping at dollar stores (and we've decided that there's a severe shortage in EP).
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23 Jan 2007|09:44pm |
Have I---Have I had the AUDACITY not to write in this beautiful, beautiful journal with my beautiful, beautiful dixy?
Yes, yes I have, and it's a deeply shameful fact. Since we have written here, Dixy and I have been accepted to the Unviersity of Chicago, and we may soon be writing these entries from there--!! Together!! Here's hoping, anyway. I still have to get all of my shit together, eep!
Hopefully all will work out, however, and they will give us tons of money and we will be able to room together.
Or something.
Also---! We went to NMSU to accept some scholarships and stuff.
Also, dixy stirred up the school by writing up a very true, long-overdue editorial about the school. I think I'll let her write more about that.
^^
And---most recently, we played a drinking game to the State of the Union Address!
Love ya babe!
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09 Nov 2006|09:58pm |
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deb & charles are in Grinnell, Iowa. It's very very different from what I expected and I am severely afraid that I am making a fool of myself.
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18 Oct 2006|12:02pm |
EYEVEE.SAVE ME.
ahem.
i am in the dome. so, so bored.
the bell should've rung by now (they lied, they LIED to me.)
but hey, shorter classes, right? shorter physics ^^.
m----- was angry about me gonig with saul yesterday.
howhowhow am i going to deal with this right now?
when eamon leaves, i will take ivy out for ice cream & brick.
maybe we'll illegally download the sleep of science and watch it while eating cartons of bluebunny. ^^
today is a good enough day to run away or die or something.
maybe we should become crackwhores and paint beautiful pictures of each other.
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15 Oct 2006|12:19pm |
I feel a strange sort of wholesome. It’s against my beliefs to say it’s strange, really, but I feel it’s justified because of how many fears I’ve got inside me, just under the surface, just about to spill out. Eamon asked me if I wanted to go to the 3D showing of The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Hey, hey
on this morning 9.7.5
Analyze me
Analyze me
Please just analyze me
Woke up this…today
Feel not alright
Not quite okay
So do a chekup, see that everything’s
Alright
They
(‘they’)
Stuck a thermom in my heart
The reading was - STONE COLD
Used that little hammer
To see if she reflected when
You hit her soul
With it…with anything
“take some copper-steel encased in platinum
In pill-form,
Let’s see if we can make you harder or
If you’re too hard let’s
Make you softer
Until you’re too hard
Until you’re too soft
Ok ok
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I got everything on. I got the Royal Tenenbaums on and I’ve got a lot of hope and I’ve got some specials playing, too. Yesterday, I was so scared.
Of that feeling.
Where you’re jyust lost and you’re not exactly sure where you’re going or what you’re gonna do when you get there or ANYTHING or ANYTHING.
Thank goodness by honeybee is so good at taking care of me.
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13 Oct 2006|12:16am |
Alright.
What?
Ok.
Writing my essay thingie for Garrison, the letter to the Author.
I'm writing to Ayn Rand.
My contacts really hurt but I'm too lazy to take them off and dip them in some fluid.
THERE IS A HELLO KITTY VIBRATOR.
...um, OK, yahoo isn't loading for me. Yahoo would always be the site I would test browsers on to see if they were properly connected to the internet.
omk.
Dixy is still sick.
Me sad.
Don't like seeing DIxy sick.
PLEASE DON'T TAKE HER TONSELS OUT~!
THEN HOW CAN WE PLAY TONSEL HOCKEY~
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10 Oct 2006|10:50pm |
Yes, yes, the feeling comes often where all around you just feel nodding heads all around you. But mostly in class. Sometimes in life. I see people and I know that they do catch glimpses of life.
My Dixy love is sick. PLEASE GET BETTER MY DIXY LOVE! PLEASE~! [She's got the strep throats, so we can't make out. Doubledang&Ultrasad.]
...what? It pisses me off so fucking much that Zob calls me 'Yvette.' I ahve told him repeatedly not to do so. That name is sacred and it should not pass his cokehead cocksucking lips. Or Aaron's name, either. But there's no exact way I can stop him from doing that. After all, he is a close friend of that fucking slut Zina.
My chair squeeks a lot. I got a hello kitty ntbk. Dixy-love, you wouldn't like it, it's wide-ruled. But the lines are blue and it's got little hibiscus-looking flowers and I'm only writing in it with the blue pencil.
~gonna go shower, brb~
That was a nice shower. Before the shower, my baby boy called, his voice sounds so... *sigh*... when he's been asleep. It's almost like the only thing on his mind is me.
^_^
Oh, wish you had respect for this love, this love that is so pure that you can't imagine it.
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09 Oct 2006|05:14pm |
I have two messages in my myspace inbox.
One of them is from ashley, saying 'PLEASE READ' as the subject.
The other one is from Myndi, saying 'msg for ivy.'
I WILL BET MY TOE THAT THE ONE FROM MYNDI IS GOING TO ASK ME SOMETHING ABOUT CAL.
And she just imed me just now.
Onecheap******* (5:16:17 PM): excuse me for bugging you, but do you know when the review is due
Ahem.
oh, it's not!!
msg for ivy
Body: good afternoon ivy.
i hope you had a fantastic lunch with your father.
and i say! we need to have lunch again.
cause you're awesome.
I'M HAPPEEE~!
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09 Oct 2006|09:44am |
This is my home. Anybody who dares trespass or destroy will fear my WRATH.
I want to go to ny and spend all my life a winter there.
There used to always be this undercurrent in my emotions, either all-around despair or all-around fear or all-arounnd happiness. Now, I'm pretty jumpled up. There's a bit of hopelessness in some of my relatiobships; I found out today that somebody I'm very close to lied to me about something and kept the rest of it inside without alluding to it and without telling me the rest.
But to me, it rises certain questions that my mind will try and try again to answer - because it's such a riddle. Why are you so upset at being forced to do something you said you would eventually do yourself? I'm confused, confused, and the only thing that confuses me is hope, hope that these things lead to... well, it doesn't matter. That issue is dead.
The issue that isn't dead is the lie and the ommission.
But those closest to me don't hold much respect for me, anyway. I guess it has something to do with how loud I am, how rash, how quick to say some opinions and declare them as conclusions - although I know that everythign I say is not a conclusion already made, I know how easily I can change my mind, how truly easy it is to sway me sometiems if you'd just try.
But no, no, no, no, no...
Heaven knows I don't get second chances, not real ones, not lasting ones.
It happens shit happens.
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