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I'm just reposting this so that it's always on top. Since my journal isn't COMPLETELY friends only, other posts push the original post with the banner down further. I don't want that. SOOO. here.
BUT. I'm going to try what Kelly suggested... date is 2074ish. which means every entry after this will have to have the "backdated" thing checked. oh well.
ok, tried that. "invalid year date," says livejournal.
so, it's just at december 31, 11:59 p.m.
and the girl next to me just saw a big picture of a roman riding a fake penis while looking for some guys from ancient rome. that was not ancient rome that she saw.
but I'm scarred for sure.
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[13 Dec 2006|01:13pm] |
if anyone is interested, i have a second LJ for practicing my Spanish... my name is aprendoespanyol
i'm doing really well w/ spoken spanish, so that makes me happy
i need to visit colleges
i just witnessed a girl picking her enormous redneck nose for a long time in the library
that hurt my soul.
if anyone has any good foreign music, pleaaaaase send it to me, I'm becoming obsessed.
I love eastern european and latin kinds especially. weird, I know.
ok study hall's over and I don't know how to use English anymore anyway. so that's all.
FIN.
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| updated college list. |
[28 Nov 2006|07:28pm] |
Mt. Allison University in Sackville, New Brunswick, Canada
UMass Amherst
Hofstra University, Long Island
McDaniel College, Westminster, MD
Temple University, Philly
Marymount Manhattan College
Eugene Lang College, NYC
In no particular order. Emily, I don't know if I'll be able to visit Lang, but if I'll be going there, I'll definitely let you know. I think I may actually be able to visit because it's not fair to not take Tony to see NYC (and it's not fair for me to not see NYC before I turn 18)
I don't know if I get to go on exchange or not. My parents are all about spiting even though I need the exchange more than anything ever. I'm applying for the Congress-Bundestag scholarship to Germany, even though Portugal's my dream country, because Germany is interesting too and better to go somewhere than nowhere at all. I'll be 18 so my parents can't tell me what to do if I have the money for it.
I've saved over $300 since I started work, which is the fasted I've ever saved money, but I'm so worried about the holiday season and money and all of that. I don't know who to buy for (there are two grammatical errors in that clause but when I had them corrected I sounded so pretentious), etc. etc.
My away friends, some of you anyway, I have an accumulation of partial gifts from several gift-giving occasions that i need to get to you....oops.
Anyone who might be interested in a story or something instead of a 'real' gift? I'll write it in nice pen or something. Oh god. Writing by hand. Um...I'll find out some way to make it nice and just for you if that would be a suitable replacement present for you...
Feeling rambly and not interested in the college process. I don't have much time to get stuff in. fuuuuck.
I'm ready to retire.
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[26 Sep 2006|07:23pm] |
mom continues to say "keep up with your american friends so you're not torn apart when your exchange student friends leave."
well great idea except: my american friends HAVE their permanent groups and while they are dear to me, I am a fringe-dweller no matter how much they say they like having me around.
Actually, at this point I'm a bit annoyed with one of my "united nations" friends as well.
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| my only-child weekend |
[16 Sep 2006|10:22pm] |
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Tony's got some stupid AFS orientation this weekend (this does not mean he will be "orientated" as so many people believe... maybe "oriented" but not turned East--got it? hugs to you) and that sucks balls. Ok, if I miss him for a weekend, when he leaves in June and I am completely brotherless again, well, it's going to be terrible.
So I'm trying to reconnect with my other friends (the non-foreign ones) but everyone's acting so fucking weird. Take Dolly and Annie. Some of my favorite people ever, but they've been so neurotic at lunch. All of us will have our backpacks, etc. set up at one lunch table, and then I'll come back from buying my food and they'll have moved to some table that is FULL with people on the fringes of their group.
I guess I'm on the fringier fringes, but it's just irritating. I mean, I have more contact with IYO now that she's back in Japan than I do with most of my American friends, and it's not all my fault.
Ahhh the whole concept of livejournal has been boring me to death for weeks, so I haven't posted or even read other people's journals. Don't be offended, it's not like I'd say anything earth-shattering anyway.
School's okay, at least I've got the foreign contingent (Tony, of course, and then Marina from Brazil, Laura from Colombia--not an exchange student, Aiko from Taiwan, and Natalia from Russia) to keep me semi-sane. I don't want to be someone who makes friends with exchange students because I can't manage to have friends from my own country, but honestly, they're the only ones who make an effort, because I made an effort with them, to welcome them and not harass them (believe me, there have been some issues with some of this year's exchange students being somewhat harassed...Morse students through and through). I've made efforts with my American friends before, and I've kinda given up on being the initiator with them.
I was not planning on being long-winded here.
SO my plan is to do a gap year, I've pulled out of my "oh but I want to graduate from college with people in my grade" phase. Who fucking cares anyway?
BUT. I had decided that Portugal was my number one choice to do my gap year exchange... but I'm a month too old to go with AFS and someone emailed me from AFS and said that the age limits were pretty strict. "ok, that kind of sucks, but I could go with Rotary." NO I CAN'T. Rotary doesn't go to Portugal. They go to Luxembourg and Estonia, but not to Portugal. ASSE goes to Portugal, but the district rep here is a little nutty and I don't know a lot about how satisfied students have been with them.
I'm looking at sucking up to AFS and getting to Portugal, or choosing Sweden or Turkey or Belgium (Flanders--the Dutch part)or somewhere, or going with ASSE to Portugal (maybe), or going through Rotary to Costa Rica or Brazil or Turkey possibly.
I really don't know. I'd like to go through AFS since that's who Tony's here through, but I'm not sure how this will all work out. In the meantime, though, I've got this great student exchange web site to get me through: http://cultures-shocked.net
Oh, and I have a job. I work Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays at the Bath Book Shop, and I get a 20% discount and my boss is super laid back.
So that's where things are now.
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[05 Jul 2006|10:32pm] |
i'm a little excited
very impatient
and incredibly sad
not to mention out of medicine.
whine whine whine
i did have a good time playing '20 questions/i spy/judge the strangers at the restaurant' game with crale in portland today.
it's a summer evening and i'm at home on the internet again. all the little churchy kids are probably having more fun than i am, and that's not fucking fair.
i'm so sick of people. they make me spiteful and i don't want to be spiteful and angry and all of that, but, yay for my unstable self, i am.
i manage to be happy when i'm hanging out with people, it's just when i'm alone with myself that i sound like this.
i don't know if i've mentioned here yet that charmaine is moving away and every time i make an effort to see her, either she can't, or i can't get ahold of her, and she NEVER makes an effort to see me.
i'm REALLY sick of making an effort and failing. so, since i'm not going to be initiating anything and few others ever do, i guess i just hope i'll run in to some of you this summer. others i hope i won't see.
hey this is honesty.
[no clue what i'm saying but i probably mean it more than when i censor myself]
have a happy day.
chelsea
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[01 Jul 2006|11:49pm] |
| Chelsea Eyan Kidd's Aliases | 
Your movie star name: Smoothie Owen
Your fashion designer name is Chelsea Prague
Your socialite name is Melba Boston
Your fly girl / guy name is C Kid
Your detective name is Ocelot Morse
Your barfly name is Cookie Champagne
Your soap opera name is Eyan Washington
Your rock star name is Licorice Ferrari
Your Star Wars name is Chebec Kidjos
Your punk rock band name is The Confused Deodorant |
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| exchange students who haven't been placed yet |
[29 Jun 2006|07:38pm] |
Asdi is a YES program scholarship winner. Asdi (Indonesia) really enjoys jogging twice a week and playing badminton once a week. He also likes to play soccer, volleyball, and basketball occasionally. He also enjoys going fishing once a month. Also he enjoys reading books and playing chess. He is motivated, studious, independent, and open-minded. People around Asdi consider him to be "musical, easy to please, and patient". Asdi is a Muslim and does not eat pork.
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Guiliana (Italy) is a fun-loving young lady who enjoys art, singing and is active in her church; she has studied fencing for 9 years. She has a strong relationship with her family; her friends describe her as funny and able to make friends easily. She is very active and very positive. Guiliana spent a year in Seattle with her family, and her English is excellent.
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Bai is a YES scholarship winner. Bai's (the Philippines) favorite subject in school is math. She has been participating in mathematics competitions since the first grade. At home, she loves to whip up culinary masterpieces to feed her family. She also enjoys playing badminton and Sepak Takraw weekly. She is jolly and talkative with family and friends. Her parents see her as independent, but courteous and respectful. As a Muslim, Bai cannot eat pork.
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Julia (Germany) enjoys reading, drawing and plans of keeping her webpage updated with all the latest information and pictures while she is in Maine. She is very active, likes to jog, and she plays on a handball team. She describes herself as sociable and open-minded. She is very group-oriented and always has a positive attitude. CAT ALLERGY
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For more information about hosting one of these outstanding students,
please contact Betsy Nortrup at betsyafs@hotmail.com
or call the AFS Info Center at 1-800-AFS-INFO or www.afs.org
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I really want Julia especially to get a home around here. I had been talking to her to see if she could take medication or something so that that cats wouldn't be a problem, but her allergist advised against risking it.
in other news:
my dog, Becky, died last night, and I just want to say fuck you if you think that's minor because it's not a person. pets are more reliable and goodhearted, so for people who think "oh that's kind of sad"... you don't get it in the slightest and please don't talk to me. i'm so fucking upset, angry, sad, and the rest.
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| this looks like fun. |
[18 Jun 2006|11:19pm] |
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Please leave a comment saying anything you like. Then:
1. I’ll respond with something random about you
2. I’ll challenge you to try something
3. I’ll pick a color that i associate with you
4. I’ll tell you something i like about you
5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I’ll ask you something i’ve always wanted to ask you
8. If i do this for you, you must post this on yours (please)
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| do this shit 'cause you love me or hate me or are undecided about me |
[16 Jun 2006|10:00pm] |
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Arena (known to self and others) observant, witty | Blind Spot (known only to others) bold, clever, ingenious, intelligent, knowledgeable, nervous | Façade (known only to self) self-assertive, self-conscious, spontaneous, tense | Unknown (known to nobody) able, accepting, adaptable, brave, calm, caring, cheerful, complex, confident, dependable, dignified, energetic, extroverted, friendly, giving, happy, helpful, idealistic, independent, introverted, kind, logical, loving, mature, modest, organised, patient, powerful, proud, quiet, reflective, relaxed, religious, responsive, searching, sensible, sentimental, shy, silly, sympathetic, trustworthy, warm, wise | Dominant Traits100% of people think that Chelsea Kidd is clever
100% of people think that Chelsea Kidd is ingenious
100% of people agree that Chelsea Kidd is witty
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[14 Jun 2006|08:24pm] |
so i miss the seniors.
and i have received some interesting yearbook signings. don't want to go into detail there, really.
i hate ogres.
last day of finals today, i only had drama, so it was basically better than a day off. i'm a nerd, and i really don't care.
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[23 May 2006|10:32am] |
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so i'm the one act playwright for next year...
people liked my ( speech. )
kinda pissed...frankie said to me in drama today, with a 'tude, WOW CHELSEA YOU LOOK LIKE A GIRL TODAY.
wtf.
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[01 May 2006|02:15pm] |
well i just opened up this here update journal thing without realizing i have nothing to say.
happy birthday again to liz....
took the a.p. exam today for english. people are going to whine about it for weeks; just punch them. it's not that bad. i'm just pissed that i had to miss drama class and i don't care how nerdy i sound. that class has this feature known as not sucking. i like that feature.
my ipod went for a quick dip in sewall's pond yesterday. now i can play music but not see the screen. greeeeat. i'm just holding out til i can move all the files onto my computer from the hard drive part of joss.
some people laughed at things i said today: bonus.
but still. no drama class.
i apologize for this lame entry.
OH OH OH i chemically straight(ish)ened my hair. it's just messy 'cause i can't put any products on it yet.
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[08 Apr 2006|11:40pm] |
i am a sprite.
i got a callback, but i am a nameless, lineless sprite.
i named myself, though.
herpes meadow.
goes with the other fairy names.
but mine is better.
i also talked to mr. o'leary and am going to be the costume designer for this show.
somewhat better, but GAHH
i want to act, dammit, and speak with the acting
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| I can't help it, I want to be Chelsea Berry. |
[29 Mar 2006|07:47am] |
So Miss Doublestuf Berry went to FindYourSpot.com and displayed her top five or sixendations in her livejournal. Here are mine.
1. Baltimore, Maryland
2. Long Beach, California
3. Los Angeles, California
4. Portland, Oregon
5. Providence, Rhode Island
6. Boston, Massachusetts
so, chelselsea, look! at least two of ours are the same!
so we can have an apartment and stalk con-ob.
YAY!
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[18 Mar 2006|10:45pm] |
i guess right now it's good for society that i'm at home alone, because i'm kind of insane. i just listened to "sweet jane" and was dancing like a loon on loon tablets which is my usual style.
i want to dance crazy to good music with someone else though.
oh well.
ok, in case you're interested (seeing as that is impossible, you may exit now)
here are some recent drama journal entries. i hope there is no overlap, but you know, i might accidentally post something now that i have already posted. sorry.
16 March 2006
Tuesday: 12 or 13
I was born on a Tuesday, so that's what my mom named me. Tuesday was my first day, and Tuesdays are my worst days. My aunt once took me to see a palm reader, and she told me that I would die on a Tuesday in 35 years. Tuesday is a mistake. The day when you're still not ready to be back from the weekend, but it's not a reasonable excuse like Monday is. Mom had two stillborns when I was little. Saturday and Sunday. The weekend always goes too fast. I only have 1,820 Tuesdays left, and far too much algebra homework to finish.
ok well actually that's all i feel like typing in right now
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[18 Mar 2006|08:13pm] |
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motherfuckingcocksucker.
ok, yeah, i've been swearing in large quantities lately. it's been fitting. i've gotten pretty damn irritated over minor things and i have probably irritated other people beyond belief. sorry, if this applies to you.
but i don't care about swearing. it's a linguistic choice. i like that phrase. should be a rock band. anyway.
it's just...
oh, let me apologize beforehand that for a long time my journal entries have been so crappy and whiny and boring and that this will not be the end of that streak. sorry. can't do much.
i'm a mess. today we had our crappy show at freeport. we did the best we could considering we only had about half of our cast and the rest were at jazz band states. hope they did well...but not so well that it will interfere with our states and (knock on wood) new englands competitions.
oh, one thing i have been thinking for a bit now is that even among the theater people there are outsiders. it's different here, nobody does it intentionally, but some people pull it off. i can't. it wasn't a matter of confidence, because i was for a while, and i still wasn't a part of things. i have some great friends on the cast, but they can mingle further and suddenly i can't.
i feel rather incapable. i don't even know if i can act. this has been so hard. i was feeling so optimistic about this play for a while, but then just noticing social dynamics...i don't know what i have to do. being nice doesn't cut it, being mean doesn't cut it...
i sound like such a teenager right now, without any of the things that normal teenagers do. besides the whining. that is where i fit in to my age group. other than that, i fall both above and below. i am hyper like a toddler and bitter like a 86 year old with 77 cats named for diseases.
i don't know what i'm saying.
ooohhh well.
(this means i can't write anymore either, i guess)
[have an accepted day]
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[15 Mar 2006|08:18am] |
a belated happy second birthday to my livejournal!
it was born on my 14.5 birthday, january 31, 2004, and look how far it's come. full whine factor, sexy layout courtesy of chelsea berry,
and shit like that.
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[14 Mar 2006|03:00pm] |
quick update:
WE ARE GOING TO STATES.
the morse high school one act play...
HELLO...
won 1st at regionals in our division (for "larger" schools)
I can't believe it.
I am so excited.
all I can say for now.
i'm wearing my optimist skirt today (over jeans of course)...it helped until english class
states are in camden hills on march 25 and 26
you should come!
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[08 Mar 2006|08:02am] |
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I'm an incredibly boring person. I am so sick of myself.
One Acts this weekend. Mr. O'Leary finally doesn't hate my scene, but the other day he yelled at me when he was giving notes that my performance was "lifeless, lifeless, LIFELESS!"
i sent this to clare last weekend.
i hate school. i want to go to another country...i hope rotary exchange will still be around in maine the year after i graduate. rotary is the cheapest program, and they do the most for their students, and i need to go somewhere and relax for a year before college. not a relaxing year at home... no such thing. as long as my parents are around, happiness and relaxation are impossible.
i don't know what i'm saying.
it makes me laugh that people in my chem class were complaining when my ipod was on the other day. lindsay nelson said to me during a shins song "i can only take so much of them"
i replied immediately with "see, the thing is, i can't take ANY of fall out boy or maroon 5, and you play them constantly, but i've only played my ipod once in class before."
she said "well, they're the only edited songs i have"
i did not bother to respond, because my playlist of appropriate songs is about 147 songs long, out of a total 2700ish.
oh, a while ago i outfatted my bleachy pants, but today i was finally able to wear them again. at my doctor's appointment last week, she upped my dosage of concerta (ADD meds) and then reported that I had lost eight pounds over the course of a month. she was worried, trying to make sure that the meds weren't suppressing my appetite or anything, but it's just me being healthy (ish). I'm not going to be a food nazi, I'm still going to live, but I'm going to fit healthy things in where I can.
side note: ali, sorry, i forgot to bring your CD when I had guitar last week, that was my rehearsal from hell, i was ten minutes late for my lesson, and i also suck beyond the telling of it.
i have a c- in precalc right now. that can't be right.
every minute in my english class is crap. aha, yes, that class puts the AP in CRAP. the people in there are taking all art out of writing, they have no souls, no creativity, and are such suckups. they tell me i'm rude, but i don't care. i don't WANT to have to spend time out of school with that class watching a Macbeth movie. I can't stand them anyway, and working overtime, without being paid? no thanks. Plus, I'll have just gotten done with One Acts, and Friday and Saturday we're here at school until midnight or later. I'll be too tired. I don't care if it's going to be at someone's house. I don't like it.
I don't know if I'm happy or not. My doctor has given me a list of recommendations for psychiatrists.
this entry has no flow.
if i brought this into english class, i would get the actual comment "THIS SUCKS" because that is what the teacher says. seriously, I am not being chelsodramatic. he will talk about our essays before handing them to us and say "THESE SUCKED."
what a professional.
I'm sorry for anyone who has to deal with me.
What would I do without drama class, specifically Charmaine and Katie (Rouillard)? They're also in the play, and they're so supportive...but not overly so. You know what I mean? I hate it when people can't laugh at all when I say something about how crappy something is. Laughing is what gets me through, when I can.
blablablablablablabla
ew that says lab.
i don't like labs.
i'm not taking science next year. i keep attempting to schedule courses with my guidance counselor, but she's never there when i go, and those of us who will be seniors next year (i can't believe it) have to make our own appointments, unlike the other people who get pre-scheduled appointments.
i'm just glad i'm not taking science next year.
really glad.
i'm a bitch even by bitch standards and i haven't had dimes lately. i don't know if i informed the world of that, about how when i'm mean and not funny to someone i have to pay them a dime. my own choice. but anyway, i don't have dimes right now. it was working for a while, but i'm just a bitch right now and i feel bad.
wow, listen to that remarkable statement... "i feel bad"
what a writer!
can you guess i'm a teenager with a blog? OF COURSE NOT.
except you can.
I'm annoying, I know.
oh well, at least I like the play I'm working on in advanced drama class right now.
[have a kind day]
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i'm pretty much writing because i feel obligated...i've forgotten what i wanted to say, except that i am BORED. and i am sick of being bitched at for doing not a whole bunch of chores on VACATION. hmm. vacation. what's that mean?
oh, remembered one thing...
I LOVE CURLING. I AM VERY HAPPY SWEDEN WON THE GOLD IN THAT EVENT.
i don't know why i love sweden, but i certainly do.
other than that, boredyboredbored in bored sauce and pissed
oh crap. have to learn lines by end of vacation.
i don't even want to be in the play anymore. mr o'leary wants me to play this character in a sugary sweet way which does not fit with my CONSCIENCE or with the lines, and it's killing me, and i hate old people and i don't want to play one, and i don't want to pretend to be married to zack french, and i don't want to watch celia EXIST. she should play the sugary sweet character, because she violates every character she plays like that anyway.
"maybe i should just quit. don't quit. maybe i should just fucking quit. don't fucking quit!"
i heart huckabees...watched that on my dad's laptop when the power went out over the weekend, just to get me through while i was disconnected further from the outside world.
i also called chelselsea, and basically interrogated her about her school's scheduling (sorry...research!). but we also had mini-conversations about being raised by parrots and how that could cause tourette's-like symptoms.
I MISS MY CAMP PEOPLE.
I MISS MY MIDCOAST ARTS PEOPLE.
HELL, I EVEN MISS MY ON-LOCATION PEOPLE.
...and I think Iyo is in New York now. I am jealous and I miss her and how the hell will i get through the few days of pre-calc when she isn't there? oy vey.
ok, i'm just typing to put off sleeping.
bye
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[22 Feb 2006|03:45pm] |
i'm cold and irrational and bored all the time
i hate living nowhere and having a vacation made up of whatever agenda my mother gives me for the day
(oh, do that precalc, oh you have to vacuum, etc.)
i hate winter
people, please. i need some human interaction.
clare! thank you for the NORTH DAKOTA postcards! I did not know they spoke/wrote hindi there! :-)
your hello kitty stickers are delightful, as were the bob dylan lyrics.
[[this is kind of odd, i have more interaction with people in other countries than my on-location or not-too-far-away friends]]
so supposedly sarah, j-maj, and i will be going to see nanny mcphee. not my choice, but j-maj said if i went to see that with them, she would come along when sarah and i see brokeback mountain. sarah claims that at the tontine they don't care about id for non-17 year olds seeing r-rated movies. less than 6 months and i can, no questions asked!!
ask me about my figure-skating routine. you'll be glad, or horrified, that you did.
call me, dammit.
please.
i'm sick of my only communication being through reading people's obnoxious myspace bulletins.
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[08 Feb 2006|07:41am] |
that song was playing on frank fm on the bus on my way to school. isn't that priceless?
perhaps i am a bad person...doesn't bother me much, though...
yesterday, yemaya showed me a forwarded e-mail she had received, talking about the horrors of "el aborto" complete with possibly faked pictures of ugly little fetuses. fetii. dead pre-baby non-people. i laughed. it was out of control. actually, just thinking about it makes me laugh.
screw you, pro-life readers.
or should i say anti-choice...
tee hee hee i'm feeling cynical but in a happy way.
I think I'm going to call Clare right now.
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[07 Feb 2006|02:32pm] |
yooooo tengooooooo hambreeeeeeee.........
yesterday i started to call clare at 4 pm here, and it was about 2:30 am there. luckily i remembered the whole time zone difference thing before long.
all i have time for for now...
TEXT ME.
or email 2075228056@vtext.com but keep it short because i can only see the first 141 characters on my phone.
much love.
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[07 Feb 2006|02:32pm] |
yooooo tengooooooo hambreeeeeeee.........
yesterday i started to call clare at 4 pm here, and it was about 2:30 am there. luckily i remembered the whole time zone difference thing before long.
all i have time for for now...
TEXT ME.
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[06 Feb 2006|02:25pm] |
changes, updates, etc.
.i have a camera phone, unlimited verizon text/pic messaging.
.went to j-maj's birthday party friday night, gave her a bag for her camcorder, and i made it more j-maj-ish because it was just plain pink and she is into snazzier stuff. i added bronze sequin trim and she absolutely adores it. or so she says... i think she likes it.
wow, i don't even know what i wanted to say.
i know i'm sick of most of my teachers.
especially (hint hint) the one who actually picks on individual students... "Oh, lindsay, you did a lot of this in your essay, and it SUCKED." "ha ha ha, that's what CHELSEA did in her essay and nobody should ever do that"
i may have already said this, but so far all i've learned in a.p. english is that everything i say is wrong.
um.
maine rotary may not exist after next year, well, the rotary exchange program, because maine doesn't like that rotary does a background check on host families...gosh, imagine safety.
this pisses me off. i may not get to have a fun, cheap study abroad experience.
i'm so very very annoyed that i am not using capitals or proper capitalization.
quite frustrated.
GAH.
and i don't WANT my character in the one act to be syrupy sweet, and even the WRITER looks annoyed when o'leary gives me that direction.
if you are reading this and thinking "this is evidence that all livejournal writers are emo whiny people with absolutely no skills"...well, i actually don't care.
excuse me, i must leave, as the LIBRARIAN MUST BE GOING HOME NOW>
the world DOES revolve around her, after all.
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[20 Jan 2006|07:33am] |
mom's going to trade in our cell phones soon...that's such a good thing. mine is about two years old and everybody makes fun of the antenna that you have to pull out.
of course, they're just jealous that my phone is probably right from the hood. the 1980s hood. except it is fairly small, and phones back in the day were about the size of computers now.
so ignore everything i've just said while i escape the library because there are redneck freshmen in here and it worries me.
i don't owe them a dime because it's true.
and they wouldn't care, i mean, since that dumbass gretchen wilson had that song where she made it sound like "redneck" was a good thing, i guess all the "country" kids and "nascar" kids are getting more hick-ish by the day.
hick...like hickey! like earl!
thursday nights on nbc, 9:00 to 10:00---- good tv.
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[18 Jan 2006|08:03am] |
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oh, aaand iyo isn't coming in til her exam so i will probably be eating lunch alone, since it's open. unless i can track down dolly mcpants and annie-met. they would be good people to share a lunch with. un-cliquey.
also, i saw memoirs of a geisha this weekend. beautiful movie, but there were stupid people from brunswick talking through the whole thing, and laughing at the most horrible of times. i am cynical and i have dark humor, and even i found those times to be unfitting. why couldn't they have seen a movie more appropriate for their (low) IQ level? what was especially odd was that the males in the group were behaving but the girls were being obnoxious. eventually they were talking and laughing, and one of them snorted, so i snorted back at her, and she said "SO WHAT I SNORT WHEN I LAUGH. BIG DEAL." and some guy from somewhere else said "yo, shut up!" and another guy with a nasal voice said "this is a wonderful movie, and if you can't takie it seriously, please leave the theater." and one of the sunshine parade of morons said "well, we're trying to watch it too."
i didn't understand the last bit...maybe their feet were in their way, since they had them on the back of the seats in front of them? i don't know.
iyo told us later that she had said to them under her breath "shut up or i kill you" but then even later we found out she said it in japanese, which is even more hysterically funny. i wish she'd screamed it...everyone would have just thought it was the movie.
the movie was great, and it was good fun with iyo and dolly and christie. even though my mom came too.
the next movies i want to see:
munich (on its way out, as indicated by decreasing showtimes)
brokeback mountain
capote
so...somebody see some movies with me. it's not like i'm ever doing anything...i'll be available.
i plan on spending the shorter days this week (two-exam days) introducing iyo to more of the essential episodes of buffy. she likes the ones she's seen so far. hahaha triumph.
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[18 Jan 2006|08:02am] |
oh jesus...
smelly anime kid who rubs his hands together when he finds all of his crappy online anime amusing is sitting at the computer next to me...
not a good omen.
i'll probably die soon.
or at least my nose will.
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| tracing the lines in my face for something more beautiful than is there, i'm not a failure i swear |
[17 Jan 2006|07:11pm] |
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i fell twice today.
the first time, nobody saw me, as i stepped over the sandy puddles on the locker room floor so that i wouldn't get my socks dirty (and then landed with my knee right in the middle of a puddle).
the second time, some fat fake-goth shoved behind me as i was trying to regain my balance. it's not that i care about any of those people's opinions (especially that girl who doesn't seem to know how to speak, or close her mouth...do you know who i'm talking about? she's an odd one, and not in the bueno way) but it's the fact that it happened. twice in one day.
i was lucky, though, and made it all the way up my steep, icy driveway this afternoon without falling. i've got things all screwed up.
anyway.
i accidentally made a new year's resolution...
i've started giving people a dime when i'm mean to them, unless it's funny. if it is amusing and thus needs to be said, by all means, i will say it and not pay. however, i would much rather be someone who is nice except for the moments when i say something that is too witty for it to matter about the meanness.
i've given out forty cents so far, and i didn't enjoy it, so there might be a friendlier c.kidd around soon.
i only have one exam tomorrow, so i just have a bunch of free time before that. i'm thinking i might be able to hang out with iyo, but hopefully nobody else will join us. i neeeevvvveeeerrrr get to just talk to iyo. there are always strange little beings around, weirding themselves about as i trrrryyy to talk to my tomodachi buena. (i speak spapanese).
continuing to think about where i would want to go for rotary, continuing to write clare's letter on awesome stationery that i made.
designing clare and chelselsea and ali's belated christmas gifts, among others.
so. this entry went nowhere.
aha, i need dinero for tomorrow so i can comprar (and then comer) some lunch from somewhere OTHER than la cafeteria. i love the open lunches on exam days...it's pretty sad that i have to go in to school when my exam isn't until 12:30, but i like the feeling when i'm somewhere that is usually crappy but i have full control over my choices. sounds kind of weird.
speaking of weird:
the yahoo entertainment headline today, about the golden globe winners, was:
crooners, cowboys grab globes.
need i remind anyone that the cowboys they speak of are the (OH MY GOSH AND DIOS MIO) gay cowboys of brokeback mountain? grabbing globes...tee hee hee.
then on nbc nightly news, when they did their ambiguous "coming up" thing before the commercials, brian williams said "love, interrupted--a man is reunited with his favorite ride" or something similar. it's a sexual day.
language-wise.
i am still chelsea kidd. i still go to morse.
speaking of... i MUST shadow a brunswick person and i MUST shadow a mt. ararat person sometime before this year is done. seriously. ew. it always bothers me when i hear/read the word "must" but i used it so i'm just going to have to live with it.
because if i deleted it, well, that would be an abortion, and GAWSH we just couldn't have that, because, you know, jesus would call on all the zombies and have us set on fire and have kelly clarkson pumped into our ears. that's what i hear hell is, anyway.
do you prefer the weird-in-a-probably-not-good-way me, or the complainy me?
don't answer. just think about it.
and remember, kids...
"more than one right answer" means "more than one wrong answer" too.
(that doesn't have to do with the entry, just a general feeling about english class through the years)
[have a golden day]
love,
chelsea
p.s. i think mrs. adair's tumorish elbow predicts the weather. excessive shaking could mean either thunder or earthquake, if her elbow sweats, we're in for steady rain, and if it's fat-person red, then we're in for a sunny day. i haven't quite interpreted the code, but i'm close. this is like uncoding the human genome, only far more advanced.
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here's how it is:
i want to be rational
i want to not take it personally.
the thing is, i feel like i've had "leave me out" written on my forehead since birth.
and i have some tentative friendships with on-location people now, but...
i don't know.
sometimes it just comes down to writing a letter to clare
because sometimes only another redhead can understand.
even if said redhead is many thousands of miles away with a 10.5 hour time difference...knowing the message is getting through.
the thing is, no redhead can ever be excessively free-spirited, which is kind of refreshing sometimes. i mean...i love my friends who just kind of...do things and don't really let many things get to them, but sometimes i just need someone who can get really irritated and dwell on things like i do.
i'm calling february 19 as the next L.A.R.D. (love a redhead day).
that has nothing to do with my initial intent in writing this entry, but i want to write it down.
pardon my crappy vague entry. so typical. at least i'm not boy-whining.
i just wish my reunion plans would not fall through when i attempt to make them.
sorry if you know this is about you and it's annoying...i've got to say it someplace, and i want to talk to my near-and-dears but it often doesn't get through in normal conversation. normal aim conversation.
i'm a pretty crappy friend.
[have an encouraging, all-inclusive day]
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so i had to inform o'leary that i couldn't come to first read for Henry Mann's One Act Play "Hello" yesterday because I had a doctor's appointment.
sooo at this doctor's appointment (may i just say that my doctor is great? she is. and she is better at listening than my therapist is. plus she's not old, so that gives her some points.) the doctor decided that maybe my focus problems are related to ADD because it shows up differently in girls than in boys, especially "intelligent girls" because we seem so awesome as kids but then by the time the warranty runs out you get this piece of crap being (the doctor used different words). sooo yeah, i've got concerta on top of prozac and then melatonin at night (to regulate sleep cycles). you might see a very normal but still me-ish me soon, or you might see an unconscious zombie me soon... should be interesting.
except...most of you don't see me, you just read my spotty entries.
hey wouldn't the spotty entrails be a great name for a rock band?
i'll leave you with that.
[have an unmedicated day]
p.s. i really do hate my dad, and not in the standard teenage way... he was yelling at me as he was driving me to school today (ok, sorry, i missed the bus again, why don't you take away my breathing privileges) and yelled at me "you keep talking about going to college but if you can't get up in the morning or go to class or do your homework how are you expecting to go there? i won't pay for it. i'd have to be working til i'm 18 to pay for your college if you're going to be like this." and he said so many other inhuman things. not inhumane, i know what i'm saying. anyway. yeah, just needed to get that out there.
p.p.s. clare finally got one of my text messages and chelselsea texts me and it makes me very happy every time my purse vibrates. because my phone is on silent, of course. (god, what did you think? i had an electric toothbrush or something?)
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[09 Jan 2006|02:51pm] |
I AM SO BORED.
the news on the newspaper: it's not going to be printed this year.
isn't that dreadful? i think a newsPAPER should be PRINTED.
too bad i'm not the editor, i'm stuck in the lowly CO position.
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[08 Jan 2006|12:39am] |
people are so boring.
but last night was fun, japanese new year celebration, food prepared by iyo, and bonus guests sarah and j-maj.
still can't eat tofu.
but persimmons? oh yes.
i'll go back to being bored.
please, everybody TEXT ME. fiiiive twwooooo twooooo eigggghhht ohhhhhh fiiiiiiiive siiiiiiiiix
.... i hope that there aren't a bunch of odd people at iyo's party. i'm fearing for my life. oh well...the ace contingent will be there.
i don't know what i'm saying either...but i took my medicine today.
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i missed the bus today, for the third day in a row. that means i've had a massive guilt trip laid on me for the third day in a row by the apu's. (see earlier entries for the meaning)
i have not done any of my chemistry homework this quarter, and i feel awful, and i don't understand why i don't do it...i mean, i'm sure it's partially because i don't understand it, but i don't understand pre-calc a lot and i still do that... also, i definitely failed a chem quiz/test yesterday. i couldn't even attempt some of the problems on there.
i definitely wish chemistry could still just be about mixing stuff and seeing what happened, not lab reports and calculations.
that's what i just spent time doing rather than my homework.
i finished all homework that was assigned last night...still...
falling behind again.
and there's still snow.
i need to get out of here.
on the bright side, it really really sounds like i'll be hosting an exchange student next year. i can't wait.
[have a mentally stable day.]
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thanks a whole freaking lot for accompanying me to mohiba.
OH WAIT.
NOBODY DID.
heh.
it sucked, so i don't know whether to say "good decision" to you, or just say "would've been better if you were there."
either way, i need an elsewhere friend at the next morse dance, no ifs or the others.
mom's been baking cookies for two nights in a row, no swears yet. it's a fucking miracle.
muerdame. <--spanish class is sometimes good for something. (actually, i like the class, it's the teacher and many of the people who piss me off)
that is universal but is mostly not intended for anyone here.
i had an odd satirical dream last night that is just too weird.
[have a warm day.]
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would an elsewhere friend please please please come to the mohiba dance with me? obviously i'm not looking for a crazed lesbian love affair, as that is not my style. or even my orientation.
i am looking for a person who is not crap incarnate like morse people generally are. and basically if you are not from morse and are on my lj-friends list, you are not crap incarnate.
and if you say "OH WELL I HATE DANCES"...SO DO I. irony is a fun, fun thing and you should not underestimate it.
i am pathetic.
i can't wait til the prozac starts kicking in.
yeah, that's right. a new, medicated chelsea.
blech. my whole family's a nice little salad of mental illness, and i'm the only medicated one. how sweet is that.
it isn't.
i'm trying to think of something happy to say but i really don't have anything extraordinary on hand. oh. besides the fact that i keep learning japanese swears from iyo to use on mrs. swan.
it's highly satisfactory.
generally i stick to "senseichoto" (i hate the teacher) but sometimes i mix it up.
i hope you haven't forgotten my first paragraph.
ew. someone in here smells like cigarette smoke and she's wearing pink clothes that are far too tight for her and she's kinda...ew...humping her chair? what is this? i do not believe it is a sketchy club...no, in fact this is a computer lab within a school and i wish this human shaped blob of stink would leave.
i try to be nice but she's also an asshole, so you know, i'm not going to feel bad about it.
ok, i'll leave you with all my sunshine now.
[have a smoke-free day.]
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any of my elsewhere friends want to come to the MOHIBA dance with me? I'm pretty damn sick of Morse people and I need someone to make fun of them with me.
i don't want to be alone.
seriously, anyone who wants to come, call me 522-8056 and leave a voicemail or leave a comment or something. if multiple people respond (yeah right), i'll get some of my friends to sign you up.
the dance is saturday at 7:00, semi-formal...
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come with me
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