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thanks so much to everyone who has expressed concern for my mom, myself and my family.
if you would like to come to my mom's wake and/or funeral, i hope these directions will get you there, and if not, please give me a call or send me an IM and i will try to straighten you out. please dont feel uncomfortable if you do decide you want to come, whether or not you actually knew her well. if you want to go, i want you there, and she would have wanted you too. my mom was a wonderful and gracious person and she always loved my friends, and enjoyed when i had people over. so please, if you would like to come, however briefly, feel free.
wake: 4-8 p.m. wednesday july 20, 2005
spadaccino funeral home
315 monroe turnpike, monroe, ct
(route 111 in monroe, across from the monroe post office. white mailbox, big white building)
funeral: 10 a.m. thursday july 21, 2005
st. jude church, rte 111 monroe, ct
intersection of routes 110 and 111, monroe, ct. (you will pass goodwill and big y on 111, going towards the
monroe green, large brown church)
thanks again everyone for your love and support. i know my mom is in a better place, and i am glad that she is finally free of her pain.
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musically, if it isnt british, i am not liking it. (i might actually be buying these records if i had a job)
dan and i saw revenge of the sith last night. my enjoyment might have been heightened if they had bothered to show the first 5-10 minutes of the film. i never realized that i was one of those people who enjoyed seeing films in their entirety, and for whom nothing else will suffice. dont go to the stratford theatre unless you want to pay $9.50 for a fractured movie.
i am currently getting sick of waiting for a fellow from the temp agency whom i interviewed with yesterday to call me back about a job at a library. he claims that he is playing phone tag with the people from the library. this is of no consequence to me, as i am playing phone tag with him. i am finding the waiting around surprisingly stressful.
i am on a binge of sad spanish poetry today, and it is bothering me that i have to have a dictionary by my side. if this were part of my great american novel, i would have exploded off that point, but i am choosing instead to save it, more or less just because my internet connection is working in spasms today and it will never get through anyway.
reccommend books i can read. fear and loathing in las vegas is not doing it for me.
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so, my ever-so-informed readership, i dont think there is any better way for me to decide this:
what should i be when i grow up?
[serious and not-so-serious answers are welcome, but i would appreciate you telling me what you can see me doing with the rest of my life and any reasons why you can forsee such a thing. please.]
also please note that i do not have computer hacking skills, bow hunting skills or numchuck (sic) skills.
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( drop it like it's hotttt )
<3 katie for letting us stay with her for the weekend, at the last minute. thanks so much! *close your eyes dan!* but i still need to be punished, ma'am.
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( this is a problem )
this is in direct defiance to the name of this blog. but i dont know if osmium was one of the choices.
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Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005
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| How to make a osmium |
Ingredients:
5 parts mercy
3 parts humour
3 parts energy |
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little lovability if desired! |
Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.comi just love the complete grammatical inaccuracy in the title, not that this is particularly relevant. i am hanging in there.
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(-) i am back at school after having been on break.
(+) last night dan and i watched i <3 huckabees.
(+) if state representitve chris shays drives a late model nissan maxima, i was behind him on i91 this morning. (it looked like him, and the car had ct government plates.)
(+) i actually got a parking space next to my dorm for my elefizzle today
(-) i have three exams next week and i should really be doing work, instead of writing this.
i just wanted to remark that i was behind a state rep on the highway. because it made me happy, okayyy?
(gut 25 monaten dan pinguin)
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Saturday, March 12th, 2005
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last night, i couldnt sleep, and when i finally did, i had a dream that i was sitting in a math class and we had been assigned to create a game. when i got my paper back, it said: "this is not a game, it is a syllogism. a-->b, b-->c therefore, a-->c"
the dictionary dot com definition of syllogism: deductive reasoning in which a conclusion is derived from two premises.
i didnt even know that i knew that! i think there are things going on in my head that i am not aware of.
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another day, another drop in the bucket. this year has been one of the worst i have ever had, quite honestly. but i will not say that it has been the worst, because i know things can always get worse and then not get better. i always seem to think that a new year brings a new start, but it really doesnt work that way, all it means is that i am a day older than i was yesterday.
thanks for taking me to see the fish dan, i needed that. at least fish are immortal. you cant tell how old they are by looking at the rings on their trunk.
monday, bloody monday.
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Monday, February 14th, 2005
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it struck me this afternoon as i was driving back to school that two years ago i never posted a sufficient post-valentines day entry to let anyone know how i was feeling or what i was thinking, and that i should really have posted a stunning and detailed recap of my lifechanging adventures that night with dan. this morning, he and i cruised downtown shelton, in search of salsa bagels for our egg and cheese sandwiches, and punctuated our simple breakfast with tea and a refreshing nap to soothe our stomachs. i have found that throughout the course of these weeks, that it is definitely the simple stuff in life that makes me the happiest. i skipped calculus and he skipped construction documents, just to spend a little extra time with eachother and to have a simple meal that would be special to the both of us, but might seem meaningless to anyone else. i was delighted by our breakfast today and our pseudo-valentines weekend and all of its ups and downs. happy two year anniversary, dan, we have battled life every day for this, and somehow we have attained it <3
& to the rest of you, happy valentines day, because really it is just another day that i have spent thinking about you all, while expending no extra love that wasnt already there. (the law of conservation of love, perhaps? i do not know.)
i now return to my previously scheduled molecular and cell biology studying.
*note, this entry sounded a hell of a lot better when it was sincere and i wasnt just trying to recollect what i had just written that livejournal decided not to let me post.
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Thursday, February 3rd, 2005
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sometimes i miss northeastern. like today when i wanted to throw something out the open third floor hallway window. and the other day when i realized that the classes there were actually uber better than the ones here (you know you're in for a long day when your calc instructor is the indiest person you've met in a semester). and then every time i think about how i have no friends here. however, the aforementioned thoughts also made me recall this quiz/survey idea that i saw awhile ago. and thus here it is. an alphabetical list of things you probably do not know about me.
( alphabet aerobics )
now i suppose i shall do some work. this is what happens when the dining hall closes for lunch and all you have is coffee.
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Tuesday, January 18th, 2005
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Verbal/Linguistic | | 100% | Intrapersonal | | 86% | Interpersonal | | 68% | Musical/Rhythmic | | 57% | Visual/Spatial | | 54% | Logical/Mathematical | | 43% | Bodily/Kinesthetic | | 39% | </td>
The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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i discovered this morning that i am probably only capable of 8 a.m. classes when they enable me to keep to myself, grunting and calculating when i have to. i did well in my 8 a.m. calc and logic classes last year, but for some reason i am forseeing a problem in my gene expression class. we have to solve complex problems and discuss! ::gasp:: immediately following gene expression, i have evolutionary bio, which would be much more fun if i didnt have to try and draw out graphs in my (handwritten!) lecture notes, and chem, where the professor explained himself a mile a minute, without actually conveying any information. history, linguistics and genetics last semester made me a lazy bastard who doesnt like to write out her own notes. but i also deplore the alternative that i am being faced with this semester-- i have to print out notes before attending the class! eff that. not only is my printer malfunctioning, i have a finite supply of paper and ink, and printing one huge, ugly slide per page is just not an acceptable use to me. using the library's paper will cost some exorbitant sum of money, which i have to go out of my way to put money in my student i.d. account for. i pay a hefty library usage fee, without the privilege of using the library for stuff i might need it for, like speedy printing of chem/evolutionary bio/gene expression notes. plus the showers on my floor are either lacking in hot water (this side) or in knobs to turn the shower on (other side). did i ever mention that college is a ripoff?
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Thursday, January 13th, 2005
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[i insist on holding onto the opinion that hell is other people, it isnt just me. but i strain my ears at every new language that i hear, trying to find that one that torments me in my dreams, leaves me short of breath, and knots my stomach into tendrils of thorns. i suppose that the language of the demons that have taken up residence in my peripheral vision lately isnt thai, as] dan and i had a wonderful thai food dinner last night, at a secluded place on the post road. the place was vacant and the entire room was ours. we were the wednesday night dinner crowd, which is sad since i fell in love with the place, and yet comforting for the same reason. thai iced tea is heavenly, whatever it is that they put into the stuff, and we had the best freshly made spring rolls with a perfect (clear) sweet and sour sauce. next time we will order a spicier dinner to go along with our cinnamon post-meal mints. thai food is delicious, [but all the bitterness that has come to rest in my head lately is not. this post has made me alternately want to eat and to throw up, like my stomach lining is being eroded by molten lava. strangely, i think that everything will be nicer when i return to school. and even stranger yet, where i thought i had given up on fantasies for real, i am still hoping that grad school will be the time in my life where things go infinitely better. i apparently have not learned from my experiences with high school and college, but far be it from me to tell myself what to think, and to destroy the positive spin i am putting on things when it behooves me to. above all, i enjoy ending sentences with prepositions (above all). someday you might find me hanging from a syntax tree. if you know what a syntax tree is, remember that.]
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Wednesday, January 12th, 2005
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Monday, January 10th, 2005
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i dont know how. maybe i got extra points for answering the questions in reverse order?
& i am fine everyone. thanks though.
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Thursday, December 16th, 2004
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i definitely bombed my chemistry final last night. so i did what any red blooded american college kid would do. i went bowling. take that uconn chemistry! lol.
before going bowling, i was ready to note in this very journal, rather morbidly (but not morbidly enough) that science majors have a much better reason to off themselves than english majors, but that former english majors and otherwise artsy-crazy creative people have much better suicide stories (ie: elliott smith and chest stabbing, socrates and hemlock, virginia woolf and drowning, kurt cobain and shotguns, sylvia plath and gas ovens, anne sexton and carbon monoxide poisoning while wearing a fur coat and pearls...) how come you never hear a good suicide story from a famous scientist? if you have one, please let me know.
i'm off to study for genetics in my rubber room
<33 lauren
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Wednesday, December 8th, 2004
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"a single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers"
i am really bored tonight. but i will not finish reading that book (the fall, by albert camus) because doing so with make it even worse. last time i tried to partake, i ended up thouroughly confused, in shawn's basement watching dan play guitar and shawn and nikos go outside to smoke, and stay there, and paul come into shawn's house and ignore all four of us. life immitates art. i dont think i will tempt that tonight.
but ( this ) is the picture that got me thinking. i was searching for a penguin coloring page and came upon it. this kid is right. in essence, that's life. penguins have enemies and babies. man read the papers and he fornicated. i'm glad i'm not a true student of philsophy, or else i might be concerned.
on a positive note, i am not failing chemistry. that feels good. and i am actually feeling bad for writing a negative entry. i have no idea why i am so full of angst! but sadly, that's only half the problem. :p
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Monday, November 29th, 2004
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dan and i were talking poems just now. this is a poem i wrote last year at school. the sky was red against the walls of my room. i read it over and have decided that it's about death. because why not?
( how do you like it )
so raise your hand if your motivation is fading fast.
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osmium's journal
okay.
tired.
gloomy.
stressed.