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Tuesday, September 5th, 2006
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So today was my first day of classes.
At 1pm I had Natural Disasters. It was a lot like Ap Bio in that it is taught using powerpoints which will be made available to us. I kinda nodded off towards the end. and it appears that I will really like my profs.
It was a lot different from Ap Bio in that rather than the like 15 kids with mrs. hirce there were like 450 here. So yeah.... But they had a microphone so everyone could hear the profs, and there was a large screen to display the powerpoints. I'm gunna have to write a 5-10 pg term paper due December 5th. But luckily I only have to buy the course pack and the powerpoints. So that'll only amount to like $50 for that class.
Then after Natural Disasters I had Math. This was a totally different experience than Natural Disasters and any math class I've ever taken. There are like 150 or so students in this class. But my prof didn't have a microphone so I couldn't really hear him, and then on top of that he had an accent. By the end of class I was totally used to the accent but it was still kinda hard to hear him. So I will definetly be sitting in the front of that class next time. Then we covered like an entire chapter in one day. Luckily we all already knew it, but I'm definetly worried for when I don't know it. So that will definetly be my worst class.
I think I'm gunna go watch a movie in the lounge now.
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So Tim invited me to go Wedding crashing with him because of my confidence.
We intended to scout the manor out last monday. We drove up to the manor all dressed up. Then we saw kids standing around not dressed up chilling on the patios and there weren't like any cars in the parking lot. We go in and Tim says he has a reservation for dinner. The maitre di tells us that the manor is closed on mondays but that their sister restaurant the highlawn pavilion is open. So we decide to go there instead.
When we get to the highlawn no one is in the front foyer so we stride up the stairs. The main room is empty excpet for a woman in pink sitting at a table at the entrance to a side room. She has a sign by her. We mill aimlessly about and then go up to read the sign. "chronic idiopathic constipation" is on it. We then decide to go down to the bar to strategize.
At the bar we decided that we could go through the kitchen. We balls our way in. Or we could wait for the door to close and slip in as latecomers. After sitting and chatting for awhile we decide that enough time has elapsed. We go up to the lady in pink and say that we were there for the dinner. She informs us that we have missed the dinner it is over. She asks us who we are. Tim looks at the guest list and says that I am Dr. John Green's daughter. The Pink lady gets a different younger lady. This lady asks which doctor john green. I didn't know how to clarify further. She asks whether he spelled it with an h or without. I say with. Then she immediately recognizes me as his daughter that he was touring colleges in philly with and proceeds to share an anecdote related to that. I agree and laugh along. She asks what my mothers name is, and after a long pause supplies me with the information that my mother is named barbara. She offers us dessert and we retire to the adjoining room. Here she asks again why we were sent and I say that my dad was vague and mention how eccentric he is. She says she always got the impression that he was straitlaced. I laughingly agree and say how we always tease him about how he is so normal that he is weird. Which doesn't actually make any sense at all. We continue to discuss the college admissions process and her drug launch. Then we are introduced to the other two people in the room... an older doctor and a younger man who appears to be the drug sales lady's associate. We talk about 9/11. Then we learn that the male sales guy lived in asia. i ask where in asia. He replies with "bangkok". I have to stifle a snicker because whenever i hear bangkok my mind immediately reverts to the song "one night in bangkok". we make our excuses once the older guy gets going. We leave satisfied with our free creme brulee, cheesecake and brownie.
This was practice for the wedding on Saturday. We arrive dressed in our wedding best and go upstairs. We hang out on the balcony where a little kid comes up to us and says "Hi - I'm - Bob - Bie" he then runs off. We continue talking wondering how we are going to breach the fortress of the small reception room. It is a very small wedding. I would estimate that there were 50 people tops. So we walk in, get drinks, then walk out. We sit in the anteroom. Then we see the little boy. In an attempt to get some conversation going with the wedding guests I say "hi bobby". He proceeds to inform me that his name is not bobby and that the (estimated age) fourteen year old male standing nearby is bobby. So we start talking to bobby where frighteningly enough wedding crashers come up and we are flatout asked if we are. We adeptly deflect these accusations (our adroitness is helped by bobbys lack of intelligence). We go to Le Dome. A completely separate room. and talk to bobby about his love of death metal and pro wrestling. We meet his siblings. They are all step siblings to the bride. So we are in an awkward situation. we simply say that we are waiting for my dad who is on call (yes that would be dr. green). Then we tour the manor with the children. We return and they immediately go into the reception room. We follow. There are no seats available so yet again we are in an awkward situation. Tim grabs a dessert tray. I tell him to put it back marking the fact that he has no silverware with which to eat it. Then just as he puts it back the bride comes over to us. "deep shit" is running through my brain. She says "You aren't suppossed to be here. Why are you here? They got drinks. Did they have dessert?" A waitress responds that she didn't serve us. As she is growing more agitated and the conversation is quickly progressing, Tim and I make our getaway. We practically fly down the stairs in our haste. Luckily no one pursues us, but our plans of crashing a couple more of the manors weddings occuring that day are most assuredly foiled.
In conclusion. I can't show my face at the manor for awhile, thus TBoo has to buy me lobster dinner elsewhere. I love the manor. There will be a couple awkward conversations between a drug sales associate and a strait-laced doctor. And most importantly... Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn make it look far easier than it actually is. We will find a bigger wedding and pull it off successfully.
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We won field day today. But the best part of the day was definetly just sitting in the audience as the seniors were up on the stage doing their skit.
Yes, my punishment for the prom debaucle was that I did not get to particpate in the field day skit/song. No, it is not really punishment... I more thought of it as a reward. But yesterday (wednesday) I beat my record. I had 3 stern "talking-tos" before 10:30am.
The first chat was with Sister Fran in her office 1st period. It was here that she told me that the prom stunt was inappropriate and I related my tale to her. She also told me that since I had a history of flouting the rules (although I think she used the term flaunting.. which didn't quite fit) I would not receive my diploma if I did anything else wrong. and I recieved the afforementioned "punishment". All in all a good meeting.
The next stern "talking-to" was directed at the whole senior class in the gym during homeroom delivered by Mrs. Arndt. We were tearfully told that our planning to skip school the Tuesday after memorial day weekend wounded her deeply, and that if we did skip we wouldn't receive our diploma.
Right after the Mrs. Arndt talk SPAC sent someone to fetch me. We met outside her classroom. It was the shortest chat but definetly the best. She had two things to say to me. 1. She hopes that I learn appropriate behavior at some point in my life. 2. She has lost every shred of respect that she has ever had for me.
OK girls, this is what happens when you bring a foam board cutout as your date to MSDA's prom. You are forbidden from participating in an event you loathe anyway and your free passes to diplomahood are all used up. And most importantly Sister Peggy Ann Clinton no longer respects you. When you along with the rest of your class plan on skipping a day of school the diploma card is played yet again and you remove the joy that mrs. arndt takes in teaching. Willing to risk it?
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Well, my prom date was the hottest at prom.... unfortunately he spent the night in the coat closet.
Yes, I brought a 5 foot tall foam board cut out of Trent Lane from the MTV cartoon Daria.
No, I didn't get kicked out.
None of the teachers knew the details of my prom date. Practically the entire senior class knew that I was bringing a foam board cut out to prom. Half of them didn't believe me and the other half thought I wouldn't be let in. To tell you the truth, I didn't think that I would get in either. My family didn't think that I would get in. I got in. But Trent only made it as far as the coat check. SPAC was tight-lipped upon seeing us. She told me that we would discuss it on Monday, and was perplexed by the fact that i hadn't told her. I told her that it was a surprise.
Well the rest of the night went well (if you don't count the 15-20 second death glare that I got from SPAC in the ladies room). Then, as I left I took Trent from his jail cell and walked out the door. There were masses of people milling outside of the Chanticler, Dina Racciatti being one of them. Dina snapped a photo of me and Trent. SPAC saw this, and I guess it sent her over the deep end. She came rushing outside and snatched Trent out of my hand. She then cornered me and started ranting. It was inappropriate. It was disgusting. It wasn't funny. I was making a mockery of the school and everyone in it. All the while she told me that we would discuss it on Monday. Despite the fact that she was discussing it right then.
Well it's Monday. And I am home from school. I have not had a chat with SPAC. SPAC did not request a time to talk, and I wasn't about to go up to her for a discussion. So I made it through the days that were designated that I had to be in school due to prom with only a minor scalding the night of prom.
All in all I am very pleased with how it worked out. The only thing that could have made me happier is if Trent had spent prom on the dance floor. But I have a story to tell. I made the night memorable. And I won't be forgotten for quite some time. That is enough for me.
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So my motivation for taking AP tests was to beat my sister Lisa. I had already beaten her on bio. So in order to beat her I had to get fives on both AP Lit and AP History. I think that I probably got a 5 on Lit, History I probably got a 2 on. The AP History test was, in all actuality, much easier than I expected it to be. Unfortunately, I'm a dumbass and hate history and can't do things by decade. So when it came time to write on the nonconformity aspect of the 50's.... well I tanked. I forgot that Montgomery Bus Boycotts and Rosa Parks were in the 50's... I generally associate civil rights and Martin Luther King to the 60's. So instead I wrote about Elvis and Beatniks. In my essay I wrote... "With every pelvic thrust Elvis flouted convention." and my conclusion was something to the effect of "The 50's were the age of conformity, but while mom was vaccumming in her high heels and pearls, her children were probably watching Elvis on TV and a crazy aunt was in all liklihood sitting in a cafe swaying to the beat of bongo drums listening to a poem about the evils of conformity." I couldn't remember a single beatnik author's name, so instead i just said bongo a lot. My essay will probably be used as an example of what not to write. But I actually think it was pretty funny.
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Well I have just finished reading one of the best regency's that I have ever read (despite it's terrible title). It had some amazing quotes, two of which rang quite true with me.
From Regency Miss:
"It was unpleasant, Alicia discovered, to hear something very like one's own views uttered by a person one considered inferior in intellect."
if you dont think that sounds like me: 1. you don't know me; and 2. see if this sounds anything like me (because it is me)
""And Edith positively loathes me," said Charlotte with satisfaction. "She imagines that I am always making fun of her, and since she is right, I understand it.""
haha. I loved it.
As I am now writing my stupid psych essays that were due at 9 am, I have found some other interesting quotes. I am researching the effects of alcohol on society and why it is so prevalant.
“Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.” Ernest Hemingway
“Work is the curse of the drinking class.” Oscar Wilde
“To alcohol! The cause of... and solution to all of life's problems!” Homer Simpson
“People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.” Ann Landers
“Value water, but drink wine.” Czech proverb
“He that drinks fast, pays slow.” Benjamin Franklin
“Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter. Sermons and soda water the day after.” Lord Byron
“Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life.” George Bernard Shaw
“When the wine is in, the wit is out.” Dutch proverb
“My books are water; those of the great geniuses are wine. Fortunately, everybody drinks water.” Mark Twain
In olden times, saloons offered free lunches, most of which were overly salted, forcing the thirsty diner to buy an alcoholic drink. Just goes to show there's no such thing as a free lunch.
“Always remember that I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.” Winston Churchill
“Yes, madam, I am drunk. But in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.” Winston Churchill
*did you know that* At an extravagant party thrown by the Hon. Edward Russel, captain general of the English forces, the fountain in his garden was used as a giant punch bowl. The cocktail included 560 gallons of brandy, 1,300 pounds of sugar, 25,000 lemons, 20 gallons of lime juice, and 5 pounds of nutmeg. Russel's bartender rowed about in a small boat, filling up the punch cups for the awed guests.
“Drink to me.” Pablo Picasso's last words
“A bottle of wine contains more philosophy that all the books in the world.”Louis Pasteur
“The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.” William Butler Yeats
“En vino veritas” (Translated: In wine there is truth.) Anon
“In wine there is wisdom. In beer there is strength. In water there is bacteria.” German Proverb
“Drinking makes such fools of people, and people are such fools to begin with, that it's compounding a felony.” Robert Benchley
OK i am done now. I have learned nothing of alcohols effects on society other than it inspires excellent quotes, makes for a good party, is the subject of dying words, and is a vessel for spit.
I have learned that in ecuador I will never order chicha. When in a pub i will always say "to pablo" before my drink. and then quotes make the most diverting of distractions.
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Tuesday, March 21st, 2006
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5 weeks ago was the last time that I was in a physics double period class. This monday was the fourth "lab" period that I missed. I'll be in Florida next monday.
Today I left school at 9:45 for a 10am dentist. Then I went to the library and picked up LA BOUM. I have been looking for this movie since 7th grade. 6 years. Then I took a nap. Went out to see She's the Man with Ellie. It was amazing. I was expecting it to be awesomely bad, so bad that it was good. but it was good in its own right. I really enjoyed it. and there was a hottie in it. It also was good cause it was just me and ellie in the theatre so we got to fully relish in the expreience. Then I went home and had dinner with mom and wednesday. THen i watched la boum with katie and mom. Then mark came over an di watched forty year old virgin.
3 movies in one day. I enjoyed it. Its like the good old days.
I just had a discussion with lou lou. She maintains that it is more likely that she would be expelled sooner than me. I disagree. I think lou lou is the mounts pet project and they like to see it going well. Whereas I do nothing but aggravate them so they would be happy to see me give them a reason to expel me. Lou Lou maintains that she would be expelled for doing the little shit that I do everyday. Whereas i think that the mount would need a real reason to expel both of us. But they would be much happier to get rid of me, the troublemaker, than Lou Lou, the reformed bad ass black girl, and thus would do it faster.
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Saturday, March 18th, 2006
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5 days until Florida!!
84 days 19hours and 38 minutes before I graduate!
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Wednesday, March 8th, 2006
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I don't really have anything to update. Other than....
94 days until I graduate. And only 47 of them are school days.
I cannot wait.
Also I saw Mrs. Cote on my way to charlie brown's with Lou-Lou, luckily enough rational thought filtered through my brain to keep me from running her over, even with Lou-Lou shouting "Hit her, Hit her!" and the window was down. so she definetly heard it.
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Saturday, February 18th, 2006
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Well I got a nice little surprise in the mail today.
I was accepted to McGill University.
That is very nice. I wanted to just be in somewhere. I really liked mcgill. So yeah. Congratulations to me.
I was kinda scared cuz it was a thin envelope, and tiny. So i was like SHIT. If I don't get into mcgill how am i gunna get into my other schools? Then I opened it and saw the congratulations and everything was fine.
As Lou Lou said: now i can legitimately fall asleep in class without a care in the world.
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Saturday, February 4th, 2006
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Well let's just start out saying that Ralph is a fabulous best friend.
It was ralph's last day in MTC where we could easily hang out so we needed something fabulous to do.
Hanging out on Ralph's couch and watching SATC didn't cut it cuz that is our usual MO
I was fresh out of fabulous ideas. Luckily Ralph is fabulous enough for the both of us.
He suggested a charming margarita bar that has the added benefit of not carding.
Ralph had been in the city for most of his intercession. and had been there.
So we hopped into the city on the train. and took the subway there.
We had a fabulous time as promised.
We had a fabulous waiter named Tommy. Ralph has officially given him his first born.
We had Fabulous drinks.
First I had a raspberry daiquiri and Ralph had a margarita.
Then I had a sex on the beach and ralph had a pina colada.
Then I had a between the sheets and ralph had a woo woo. (our last round was the one where we decided: lets order something we've never heard of. First ralph tried to get a pink squirrel but they were out of one ingredient)
Then we went to some fabulous NYU parties.
Then we took the train home.
Now we're going out to brunch.
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Thursday, January 26th, 2006
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haha long time no update. This is a little conversation that I had with Alex Arndt about a kid we met on our Germany trip:
x3 Lex 212: 3 Lex 212 (11:11:22 PM): so i mentioned ur idea to ellen
x3 Lex 212 (11:11:26 PM): about the prolife club
Sportsguy0507 (11:11:36 PM): what was her thought on it
x3 Lex 212 (11:11:55 PM): well, she was confused about why you were starting one.. being a guy and all lol
Sportsguy0507 (11:12:12 PM): wow she doesnt remember me i guess
x3 Lex 212 (11:12:39 PM): lol i think she sorta feels like if ur not a woman, u shouldn't really care
x3 Lex 212 (11:13:05 PM): to put it in her words "get the f*** outta my vagina" lol
Sportsguy0507 (11:13:21 PM): yea see thats why i'm not a normal guy
on a suger HIGH: omg did he really
x3 Lex 212: he really did
x3 Lex 212: Sportsguy0507 (11:14:03 PM): stupig guys
Sportsguy0507 (11:14:09 PM): *stupid
on a suger HIGH: i do remember him as being a pussy but the problem is he may be a pussy but he doesnt have one
x3 Lex 212: hahahah
x3 Lex 212: i really wanna make that my away message, but thatd give him another reason to cry
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Friday, December 9th, 2005
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So I discovered last night that I can't drive stick in the snow. I learned this when I tried to get out of the Epstein driveway and couldn't. Unfortunately there was like less than an inch of snow on their driveway. TBoo had to get me out of the driveway by using rugs under my tires.
So how do I drive in this mess?
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Saturday, November 12th, 2005
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I love report cards
They give me such a chuckle
comments to amuse.
That was my report card haiku.
I don't really care about grades (except I do need to be exempt from my midterms). The reason I love report cards so much is because of the comments that go with them. It is so funny how the comments don't actually make any sense when you look at them in comparison to the grade. These aren't quite as good as my 800 on the writing SAT and then the "writing skills need improvement" comment but they are still quite funny.
( Read more... )
This is why I love report cards, all the little discrepancies.
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Wednesday, October 19th, 2005
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I've been thinking a lot lately. It's funny what causes you to think, a passing comment, a purple feather, or someone you used to dislike.
Today I had a very interesting conversation with Beth. Beth is not the first person that comes to mind when I ask myself "who do you want to talk to?". But I indeed did enjoy talking to her. She asked some good questions, and at least tried to understand my logic; im not sure if she understood it, and i'm not sure she actually tried, but she might possibly have been the best to feign it that I have met in a long time.
I have found the ideal AP Lit class: me, magatha, and lou lou. That is really the only foreseeable configuration I can imagine in which I can actually sit through the class without getting extremely frustrated/ pissed off.
So I finished 1984. I don't like the book. I never liked the book. from the beginning. I'm not sure that there was a moment while reading it that I liked it. I think the only reason i finished it now was so that I could have it over with. Actually that's a lie. That first one was one reason and I also read it because I had nothing better to do. I was babysitting. THe kids were watching some horrible tv show so I read the book. And although I didn't finish it while babysitting i dislike leaving things unfinished. Many people wonder how I can hate this book. I wonder how you can love this book or even feel any positive emotions toward it. I read books for hope and happiness, not read about some paranoid Y2K type freak who only loses in the end. yes it gave intellectual stimulation, but amazingly enough intellectual stimulation can be accomplished through a happy means and without some paranoid loser. I do enjoy a good plot twist, and this had a couple, but it left you wanting.
That's all I really have to say for now. I will now submit my Johns Hopkins supplement.
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Sunday, October 16th, 2005
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Sunday, September 25th, 2005
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Well, long time no update.
I've started school. That is an odd experience. To be thrust back into going to school and dealing with people that I didnt see or hear from at all over the summer. It takes time to adjust. And then while adjusting to people pretending to be my friends again, I adjust to my friends in school environment. I love my friends as people, but I don't necessarily love them in the school environment.
I realized that I'm really going to hate student council. Sitting for a 1/2 hour to an hour getting accomplished what could be done in 15 minutes it going to kill me. I've only been to like 2 meetings and at both of them I wanted to kill myself. I don't mind doing the duties. Like, I'm totally cool keeping the class updated and doing sally foster. But when it comes to sitting in a meeting accomplishing absolutely nothing, which is what I just sat in school doing I get frustrated. Which brings me to the point of physics. When we spend 4 days doing covering something that can be covered in one, and then I get reproof for suggesting we move on. THAT really bothers me. If you didn't get it the first 3 days what makes you think you're going to get it the fourth?
But even though I'm not learning anything in school I am learning something new outside of school. Mark is teaching me to drive stick. Mom tried teaching me but turned out to be not so good (probably cuz it's not fresh in her mind). Mark taught me. I'm getting better. I rarely stall out if ever. But I do press the gas too hard and then the car emits noxious fumes, but i figure with some more practice I'll get better.
This weekend was fun. Friday night I babysat so that was exactly interesting. But I like the obaditch's so it wasn't bad, and I made some money. Saturday I went to 2 football games. The first one was montclair freshman to support X. Then I went to Seton Hall Prep to support Mike and Rich with Arden, Amy, Alli, and Mary. We had fun. But 4 hours of footbal is a lot. Then Mary Alli and I hung out. Breanne came over with James. We wheeled mary around uptown in a wheelchair which was amusing. Then we came home and James left to get Jimmy. They came back and we hun gout some more. Then Sean and Danny came over. We were invited by Matt to a party at Charlie's but opted out. So we just hung out. Mom came home and was mad at me. I just ignored it. Everyone but Breanne James Jimmy and i left to get ice cream. So i found out that I am the female counterpart of James. I tried talking to Jimmy some more without much luck. Then Katie and Wednesday came over for a little and we saw wednesdays new tattoo. Katie and Wednesday went upstairs and talked to my mom. Then most people went home.
The weirdest part of th enight was when Brittany called me. By that time I was at dad's watching Law and Order. THen out of th eblue I get a call from Brittany, and it was a 3-way call with Lou-Lou. Sure Brittany said she woudl call me, but I didn't think she actually would. The weird thing is that we talked for about 2 hours.. and i hate talking on the phone. The only person I really tlak to on the phone for like long conversations is Mary.
Then Sunday aka today I went to church and read Fortune's lady. I did my hisory and physics. Just finished physics now. Now I need to go finish history.
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Wednesday, August 31st, 2005
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**FAMILY GOSSIP UPDATE**
Mark and I were in a car accident yesterday at about 10:00 am. MArk was driving. We were on our way to pick up his car at Garden State plaza. We were making a left hand turn onto The parkway entrance 151 North. We were halfway trhough the lane when a BMW comes flying into us, she barely slowed down and definetly didn't even try to stop because she had plenty of time. OUr car was pushed off of the road onto the side up against a fence. Mark's door was pressed up against the fence so he couldn't get out, and my door was totally smashed there was no way we were opening it. But because the window had shattered Mark climbed out that and then helped me. The lady in the BMW was crying hysterically. Mark and I were cool and collected, a little shaken up. Everyone was alright (but now my neck is a little sore). They came and cleaned it up. The policeman said it was mark's fault, because hewas making a left hand turn. But the lady didn't even try to stop. But you don't argue with a policeman.
Apparently I'm bad luck when driving with my siblings and they are making left hand turns. When in the tank with Lisa she was making a left hand turn out of dad's driveway and we were hit. And now this. According to Mark bad luck comes in threes so maybe I have to get in a car accidnet next year so that each sibling I'm in the car with has had an accidnet.
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Monday, August 29th, 2005
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I'm in America. I'm in New Jersey. I'm in Essex County. I'm in Upper Montclair. I'm in my mom's house. I'm in the Office. I'm in the Computer Chair. I'm in a daze.
So much has happened in the past month.
I no longer have a job.
I no longer have a dog.
I no longer have Germany to look forward to.
I no longer have a brother living in my house.
I no longer have a sister living in my house.
I do have some kickass memories.
I do have some kickass old friends.
I do have some kickass new friends.
I do have some kickass stories.
I do have good teeth.
So I'm sure you're all very curious as to what happened in Germany. And when people ask me how it was I end up sounding like a tosser only managing to say it was "great". Words can't describe the experience that was Germany. I could tell you about every minute of my time in Germany and you still wouldn't be able to comprehend it. Germany was the best thing that could have happened to me at this point in my life. I have Alex to thank for this. Let's give a giant round of applause to a Miss. Alexandra Elizabeth Arndt. Yes, I'm talking to you, if you're reading this, you should be clapping.
In Germany I deepened my love for the schloss. OR for all of you non-germans out there... castle. I found a group of people that revel in the glory of the classic "your mom" jokes and can even reciprocate. I built my friendship with Alex. I got tipsy in a foreign country. I trashed a hotel room (it wasn't really trashed the maids just went ballistic upon seeing it). I puked out a window. I puked in a McDonalds. I played Kings. I set foot on Icelandic soil. I made the day of at least 4 stewardesses on IcelandAir. I made the day of at least five Germans. I slept through the Pope's mass. I used a porta potty. I got lost in a foreign country on their train system. I bought alcohol at a gas station. I had my personal space invaded by a polish man living in germany riding their bus. I skipped German school. I mentally spooned with Manfred and Mario our tour guides. I had Absinthe. I bought myself a flower and claimed it was from a random German boy. I visited Mozart and Beethoven's houses and upon viewing a harpsichord I became a master harpsichordist. I can now ask "What is that?" in German (Vas eeeeesssss daaaaaaass?). I sang kanye west's new workout plan multiple times while in the presence of the pope and afterwards while online to get lost. I started a craze in the Neuss Hopbenhopf for Kinder eggs, and subsequently bought 72 of them. I met up with Inga in Koln. I had more Ice Cream than should be humanly possible. I tried my hardest to ditch the human volcano eventually losing him in a cologne store.
I did sooo much more. But it is impossible to capture everything. I might remember more at a later date.
<3 the germanified Ellen
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Tuesday, August 16th, 2005
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Do you know what's weird? I'm in Germany right now!!!!
It's funny because livejournal is in German... hehe. so I can't really understand it. And on the keyboard the z is where the y is suppossed to be. So I keep having to delete things and start over. And the symbols are in funny places too. I couldn't figure out how to get to the @ symbol at first because it is on the letter key and zou can't use shift because that makes the letters capital so you use another funny button. hehe. Germany is fun.
So interesting story for today...
German public transportation is nicer than American. The buses are cleaner and there is more room and it is generally happier. They can bring dogs and bikes on the bus with them. That being said.... They have their crazies. Jo and I were taking the bus to Koln (Cologne for all you non germns) today. We got on and sat down. Then an older male passenger who was already on the bus got up and came over and sat next to us. He started talking to us (in German so I couldn't understand). When we told him I was american he kept asking how do you do. Nad he put his hand on my leg and picked my hand up and kissed it multiple times. So Jo and I were just giving eachother eye signals. Then we got off the bus and he followed us. We were waiting for our transfer and he starts talking to us again. He hugged me and Jo told him to stop. He told us we were beautiful and he loved us. We were sketched out. then jo told him firmly to go away. he went over 5 steps from us took out marijuana and paper and rolled a doobie right there on the street at the bus stop. then he came over and talked to us again. We ignored him. Our bus came and he followed us onto that one too. We didn't let him sit right next to us but he sat across the aisle. He kept puttiing his hand on Jo's leg. I ignored him by looking out the window and he left me alone. Finally the bus drivver intervened and made him sit upfront or get off. After a little while he got off.
Weird right?
OK I have to go. Just thought I'd update you on my weird german story.
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