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[17 Sep 2008|02:39am] |
We totally got a kitty today. he is so sweet. he also doesn't have a name yet. but holy shit he is awesome and so cuddly and cute and awesome and yeah sweet yea.
i love the new kitty.
i want it to be named rufio.
or
Rufio, Destroyer of Worlds.
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| Home for America's Birthday |
[04 Jul 2008|04:33am] |
I just got home from my long bus/train ride home from Boston to visit family and friends back in New Jersey. I have this feeling, that I kind of had for a long time but it gets stronger as I continue in life: my best friends are the ones that I made here in Montclair. The best weekend I had yet in Boston was this past one when Clara, Lianna, Erica, Clara's Germans, Max, and Markel visited. I was nervous about the visit at first because of the sheer number of visitors, but everything fell into place and I guess I had forgotten how right it usually feels to spend time with these people. Basically I have to figure out how to guide the path my life is taking so I don't lose these connections...mega bus will help.
Also I spent all day with a friend I made in Boston, even though it was a year ago, Cari. We had discussions about the things that make one happy and the value of those things and how to approach life. This is probably why I have been thinking about things like who my best friends are and where I'm happiest. Well I am at a conflict of interest for my life because of this. To be happier during the coming school year I am staying in Boston to make more money, but my school doesn't really make me happy, nor do I know for sure weather it will in the future. Staying in Boston is robbing me of the happiness I could experience here...maybe I just have to go home for more weekends.
I also want to swim in more lakes and wade in more fountains and drink on more rooftops. I will accomplish that third thing tomorrow (tonight?).
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| shaving is lame |
[23 Jun 2008|08:05pm] |
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I just shaved my very thick beard with a single blade disposable bic razor. actually it was the walgreens brand. anyway that was painful and now my face is bloody. it took a long time and i realized after the first few strokes that it was a really bad idea but i had to do it anyway because i started already. yeah note to self dont do that again.
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| he puts things into words that i think all the time and cant put into words myself |
[19 Mar 2008|10:52pm] |
You will find your own ethical dilemmas in all parts of your lives, both personal and professional. We all have different desires and needs, but if we don't discover what we want from ourselves and what we stand for, we will live passively and unfulfilled. Sooner or later, we are all asked to compromise ourselves and the things we care about. We define ourselves by our actions. With each decision, we tell ourselves and the world who we are. Think about what you want out of this life, and recognize that there are many kinds of success.
Many of you will be going on to law school, business school, medical school, or other graduate work, and you can expect the kind of starting salary that, with luck, will allow you to pay off your own tuition debts within your own lifetime.
But having an enviable career is one thing, and being a happy person is another.
Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement. In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. Ambition is only understood if it's to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children is considered not to be living up to his potential-as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth.
You'll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you're doing. There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you'll hear about them.
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| Bill Waterson is My Hero |
[19 Mar 2008|10:50pm] |
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"Such is American business, I guess, where the desire for obscene profit mutes any discussion of conscience." - bill waterson
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[04 Jun 2007|06:20pm] |
stagnancy feels like the theme
reluctant to get a new job
old habits of procrastination are unshakeable
punishing myself inadvertantly
daily routine is lacking
i miss my friends that are far away
what to do besides wait?
carpe diem
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[25 May 2007|02:54am] |
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and fuck canvasing and fuck walking all day and fuck not having any goddamn money
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[25 May 2007|02:54am] |
all i have to say is...
fuck linux
it sucks
it tricked me.
i thought if i went through all the crazy steps and all the bullshit it would work
but nope
same goddamn fucking problem as before i fixed it.
linux is balls.
fuck it.
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[13 Apr 2007|04:42am] |
so kurt vonnegut is dead.
that kinda makes life seem a little more grey
at least for the time being.
i already miss him.
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[09 Apr 2007|02:41pm] |
i keep feeling this weird feeling
its stifling
and repressive
kind of like i'm lugging around a ball and chain
but i dont know why
i just feel like no matter what i do or how hard i try
nothing ever really happens.
i dont like this feeling
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[14 Feb 2007|05:36pm] |
i had a fuckin snowday today.
first snowday at this school in 23 years.
fuck.yeah.
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[12 Feb 2007|07:27am] |
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who's up right now? its 730 and i'm all alone. awake in cleveland. i have no class to go to, i'm just awake. so who's with me?
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| leaving |
[15 Jan 2007|10:11pm] |
so i'm leaving tomorrow at 6.00 am for school to complete my second semester of my first year of college.
just now my mom came into my bedroom to say goodbye, but she did more than that.
she also started crying and telling me how much she'll miss me.
i didn't know what to do.
i waited till she was done crying, and gave her a hug when i thought it would help.
she says that it all went by too quickly and she wishes she could have been there more when i was littler.
unfortunately thats all past.
i dont have a great relationship with my parents.
infact we really don't know eachother very well at all.
maybe i should wish that we had spent more time together when i was little, but thats useless, its the past, and they were working.
i dont know how to fix this problem, and when it comes up, like it did today, i have no idea how to act or what to do.
so i just wait till my mom stops crying so i can go back to ignoring the lack of family ties.
i dont think this is healthy.
in other news the season finale of prison break was fucking surprising. i just watched it... damn
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[03 Dec 2006|10:10pm] |
sometimes its amazing how infinately better you can feel after a shower
even when you're feeling pretty shitty
about you dont even know what.
thanks shower.
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[09 Nov 2006|01:31am] |
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i hate when my list of internet favorites supplies me with no more entertainment.
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[04 Nov 2006|03:22pm] |
so if we're friends and you ever want me to call you again.
either leave your number here in a comment, email me
pandamannoah@comcast.net
or
im me!
do it
i want your nubers.
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[21 Oct 2006|07:31pm] |
i'm sitting in the basement of my schoo's radio station.
there are rows and rows and rows and rows of records and cds and tapes.
i am importing ones i've never heard of but are reccomended.
this is awesome.
i am totally joining radio next semester.
the radio is fucking cool.
so is the station.
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