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.. [18 Jun 2006|12:48pm]
God damn it! Girls are really confusing!
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[30 Mar 2006|05:19pm]
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Dinner Table Discussions of Perk Family [29 Mar 2006|06:42pm]
[ mood | cracking up internally still ]

I love dinnertime sometimes. This time. Haha.

I almost died laughing.

My brother and I have this habit of making fun of our dad...

He was saying, "You know that on average, the Dutch have the highest IQ's of all of Europe"

My brother "Ohhhhhh!!! You being arroGANT! Ohhh!!!"

Me: Smirk

Dad: "No I wasn't implying my IQ was THAT high"

My brother: "Yeah sure. We knew what you were thinking"

Dad: "My IQ's not high enough to make up for the rest of the population"

My brother: "Hahaha. But you do not deny your IQ is high huh?"

Dad: "My IQ would have to be a million to make a difference"

Me: "So you're saying your IQ is nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. Right? :P"

Dad: "The two of you don't understand statistics very well. Do you?"

*Disclaimer: All dialogue was transcribed a full hour later. Details are slightly rendered or forgotten. There was a lot more to this too, but the general gist is good enough for an entry. :D

My dad is so stuck up ^,^ It makes me laugh in my soul.

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Sexy Boy [21 Mar 2006|09:10am]
[ mood | lethargic ]

I've developed an obsession with Air...
I also like Portishead, Square Pusher, and Sigur Ros

I love how they all have at least one 'r' in the names and there is a plentiful amount of s's and such fun as 'p' being close to 's' and 'r' in the alphabet. This may attest to why the words look so the same while they are so different.

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My Entry Will Be Even Better Than Kieli's... [11 Mar 2006|05:42pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

That squirrel's name is Ike. He is a figment of his own imagination so he can be his own imaginary pet squirrel. But he's really just a German man who had too much plastic surgery in order to make himself look like a North American squirrel. His past times is pooping on people's heads which he does in midair when jumping from branch to branch. Just like birds, squirrels defecate in mid-flight to have less weight pulling them down.

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[05 Mar 2006|10:43pm]
You know you want to dance with me.
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Haha [05 Mar 2006|12:55am]
I would like to announce... My father is singing the Hallelujah chorus in the shower. xDD
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Friends Only [01 Mar 2006|12:51pm]
[ mood | angry ]

I believe I have decided to stop posting public entries on here.
I have reason to believe that someone with malicious intentions towards me and everyone I hold dear is habitually reading this journal, and because I do not want harm to come to anyone I hold dear, I believe it is in the best interests for everyone that I stop posting on this lovely journal or make all entries friends only.

Yesterday is the last strain of proof I need. Yesterday, my friends were put into serious danger. Since I care about everyone's well being, I will now be extremely careful with what I write, say, and to whom I talk to. What I would like to say, but am not cruel enough to say... God knows if it was fucking you, then I have a houseful of nearly 20 people that will say it for me.

I have discovered how powerful some search engines on the internet are, and it freaks me out. Total strangers can read about you, find out about you, and all the scary stories about internet kidnappings and rape we never wish to believe are so true. I, with my limited computer knowledge, could do so easily without ever even contacting my prey. This only leads me to fear how much more someone near could do...and you know what they say. Most murders and rapes are from those close to you, not strangers.

So, fuck you. The book is closed, and that is all.

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Argg!!! me en me pirates ^_- [26 Feb 2006|02:58pm]
[ mood | Laugh out fucking loud ]

Thank god I'm not on a curse ship.

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I am in Love with Electronic Gods [23 Feb 2006|04:06pm]
[ mood | happy ]

I love. I love. I love. I love. I love. I love. I love. I love.
It's so beautiful I cannot touch it with my unworthy finger...
But I still hear it, because they share the sound with me,
And with only that I can dance.
And dance I do, in my soul.
Give me a song that I adore, completely different from anything I have had before, and I love you.
Use your amazing supernatural powers to turn vinyls with unfathomable skill, and I love you.
I love them both. I love all of them.
I don't care what's wrong with me, what's wrong with them.
I just want one thing.
Dance, sing, music.

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Roarke [21 Feb 2006|03:41am]
Look what I found of Roarkeypoo:

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YES! [19 Feb 2006|02:20pm]
type your name with your right hand: elizabeth
type your name with your left hand: elizabeth
type your name with your nose: 34o89aqwg3e6ty
type your name with your tongue: elizabeth
type your name with your elbow: e3elizzabhedt5hy
type your name with your chin: ds,kujazz bfdghbn
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My Most Recent Accomplishments [18 Feb 2006|12:46am]
-Named a tree: Hagia Sophia Aurora Mystique the Dazzling.
-Ran around pretending I was a seal.
-Repeatedly shouldered a door.
-Got a group of men to talk about and praise the tree.
-Stopped a small black puppy from consuming ant poison.
-Distributed kiwi gummis.
-Ate crazily spicy noodles without tasting it at all.
(I think the Tabasco I drank yesterday must have numbed my taste buds)
-Listened to Warning Sign without crying.
-Breathed water up my nose.
-Looked at interesting pictures of Nathan Park.
(observation: why does his last name have the same initial as... uhhh)
-Listened to parts of the Mamma Mia musical in Dutch.
-Remembered my bank account number.
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Sometimes I just can't breathe [17 Feb 2006|03:51pm]
[ mood | oh so dreary ]

And it's not because I am not able to... It is because my heart and soul do not want to. I am here, prisoner of my existence, trudging along. I'm not passionate or happy and my lungs stop moving. My breaths are small, only taking just the tiny amount of air in that I need in order to live but nothing more.

I cannot read people. I cannot read people. People. I hate people. Fucking people. Become penguins.

I'm sitting in Kieli's room and was just interrupted by Nate. I hope James gets here soon with the puppy. James makes me happy, and something about him makes me want to hug him. Uppity Puppity where are you. You should watch him talk about his puppy. He gets the best smile ever and keeps saying "I love my puppy." I should adopt James as another brother.

Arrr arrr arrr

That is my new variation on "arrg arrg arrg". I was saying "arrg arrg arrg" a lot recently.

Don't love people. It's stupid. People are stupid and not worth the time or effort. Oh god I need a hug right now.

Never have a period. Ever.
I wish to cry.

/end rantings of a girl in her cycle

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Reflections [16 Feb 2006|04:17pm]
I wrote this in about 25 minutes and turned it in as is for one of my classes:

I believe that there is a basic good in all people, and that everyone deserves to feel happiness. I believe that pain is a necessity that enables us to understand comfort and happiness. I believe that good without bad to compare it to, would not be good. I believe that being around motivated and positive people will affect a person for the better. I believe a marriage without love is stale, but a marriage that only has love is unstable. I believe that art serves one purpose only, and that is to please the artist. I believe everyone feels pain, but that some people are more tolerant to it. How would this effect my experience abroad? How did I establish these values? How do these values reflect what is generally thought of as American values?

I know that these values will make some of my decisions slightly different from the next person. I often tend to be a little too trusting because of my belief in human goodness. I often get discouraged or hurt really easily when someone doesn't display that characteristic or is outright malicious to another human. There is a naivety in me to human malevolence. Sometimes when I am struck with it, it completely disorients me. I'm sure that something that might seem normal to one society could be more offensive to the one I have been living in and maybe the shock of it will be heightened by my belief.

I'm not really entirely sure where I have acquired my values. I was a rather sheltered child and a loner growing up. I did not associate with many other humans and spent long hours thinking by myself. I suppose the belief concerning the good in people was probably acquired by my environment. I had been surrounded by truthful kind people for most of my early childhood. The first time I really encountered human cruelty was in second grade, and I could not contemplate what was going on. Some of my beliefs I resolved on my own through a process of thinking. Through the span of several years, they have developed, changed course a little, and strengthened. I spend a lot of time watching people. Sometimes, a small experience for me can be all that is needed to trigger a huge amount of thought which generally leads me to one point or another. My belief about art is probably one of the main ones that came from within. I have seen people try to please others, but they are not nearly as fulfilled as the artists that fulfill themselves. This is all that I do. I refuse to do something one way because someone told me to. If what I do is not good, I will redo it, but not someone else's way. First I have to find another angle, completely different from anything done before and from something someone else had thought up. It could never be as beautiful to me if it weren't completely my own.

Many of my values really do not reflect the general American values. I suppose it is because we never had cable and I mostly hung around foreign children if with anyone at all when I was younger. Actually, it would be rather interesting to find out if there were a group of people that had similar values. I love strongly. I cry. Emotions have always been a part of me. They have always been strong. I have often been called a cry baby, but that is okay because I like having intense feelings surging through my body. People who have tasted more bitter sadness can feel happiness more strongly. I like to feel because that is how I know I am still alive.
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[16 Feb 2006|03:01am]
You disgust me.
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[16 Feb 2006|12:53am]
My throat makes me want to cry.
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All You Males Out There [15 Feb 2006|11:17pm]
[ mood | throat is a bitch ]

I know this is what you are looking at:
Admit it...

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Happy ♥'s day!! [14 Feb 2006|11:24am]
[ mood | headache/throatache ]

I was told to update by a friend. So this is what I will do to clear my mind. I have one more test to get through today, and I have to figure out how to feed myself because I definitely had a panic attack/fainting spell this morning. I woke up, and my throat was like this: "you lucky bastard, today is your lucky day because you have won a free throat-ache." It's throbbing still, but not as bad as this morning. I kind of want to stab it though. I would whine about the pain, but I more-or-less feel more anger about it than anything else. Why is it that my diabolical throat and forehead decided to do a joint attack on me today of all days. Luckily, the German test was rather easy, but that is because I was prepared for it. My Calculus II test though... I am dreading it. I really should be studying, but the combination of a headache and my mind wandering everywhere kind of makes it difficult.

So that was an update about my pain.

You know. I don't understand the big deal about ♥ day. It's just like any other day except with a lot more red and pink and cheap candy the next day. That's about all there is to ♥ day. I am planning on going out to dinner with myself. I'm such a cute date. I feel so lucky. :D I understand myself better than anyone else could.

I think my brain is having a heart attack so I'm going to go now. >.>

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Beautiful Food [12 Feb 2006|09:55pm]
[ mood | bloated ]

I made food today, and it was a success.

-Apple Cinnamon Pancakes
-Pasta sauce made from scratch

No recipes followed. Simply experimentation.
My mum and brother were in love with the pancakes.
My mum, dad, and I were in love with my pasta sauce.

Food is the key to my heart.
Hence I love myself.

My mom told me that I ought to marry an Italian because I was ranting about my love for spaghetti.
I disagree. Pasta is the one thing I do right. I should marry myself for making myself feel bloated.

Thanks Lu... Look what you've done:
Today is sunday so I could get a cheeseburger for 39 cent at McDonohds Baybeee

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