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Vandaag ging ik met Leo en Persijn mee. Eerst ben ik met Leo naar Scharendijke geweest om een slot te vervangen in een poort. Toen we dat gedaan hadden gingen we Persijn op halen en wat bielzen. Daarna reden we door naar Burgh-Haamstede. Eenmaal bij de klant aan gekomen begonnen we met de oude bielzen er uit te halen. En die te vervangen voor nieuwe zo zijn we heel de dag bezig geweest om alles weer netjes te maken.

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I had two dreams in one night.

One involved me justhanging out with my friends at lunch with some new contacts. Really fun:3 I scared people. All sorts of people. People I knew, people I talkedto. People I didnt even know. Everyones reaction different. Twas fun.

Themost interesting of these dreams was where I was at the haunted mansionat Disneyland. It was decorated for Christmas as Nightmare BeforeChristmas. I was just like everyone else. Waiting in line. Walking in.Sitting in the doom buggies. As I got towards the end of the ride,something, Im assuming one of the toys, shoot something like glitter inmy face. Annoyed I shook it off knowing that wiping it off and gettingit in my eyes would cut my eye balls and make them bleed. Dont getglitter in your eyes its bad for you. And then all of the sudden I hadwings. These hug beautiful feathry wings. I leaned aginst one and itfelt so soft and so real. I was shocked and I quickly leaped out of thedoom buggy and using my wings flew up the way I came. Another thingabout this dream was I wasnt me. It was like I was the person Iapos;vealways wanted to be. Iapos;ve always wanted baby blue eyes with blackstraight hair and no freckles and white soft skin unscared. And Ibecame that exactly. And As I walked back up the way I came I went tothe elevator past the pictures that morphed. I got stares from youngchildren and the adults. But I just folded my wings in and kept themclose as I entered the elevator and I wasnt the only one to enter theelevator as it went back up, the streching pictures now going inreverse. I got so cramped I became angered and jumped on someonesshoulders and leaped into the open space hovering just above the crowdof people who were gasping in shock. It felt good to stretch. Insteadof flying to the very top and trying to open the door myself and getout, I waited until those people reached the top and the doors openedautomatically. Then I flew out cause the lights to flicker more thanever as I raced by so fast I dont think too many people caught aglimpse of me. I flew into the sky and into the clouds leaving thepeople in my dust and I flew over disneyland a bit. It looks so coolfrom above. Small but cute. And then I just started to fly out towardsto ocean. I came to the beach. My own. Huntington Beach. I sat in thesands which felt softer than they normally are and watched the wavesslide up and down across the sand and the sun set over the pier. It wasall beautiful. I looked across the sea and thought. I thought about theworld I could explore and the different places I could see now that Icould fly. I knew with my new apparence no one would recognize me. Ifigured I wouldnt go home cause it felt un-needed to do so. I just dugmy hands into the sand and smiled cheerfully. Then I woke up. Slowly,but I woke up. That dream is probably the most calming and the mostsensational one Ive yet to have.I hope I have more like them.

~^Day~^

P.s. I just entered another entry not too long ago =3 its niftah look back w00

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The JLPT is on Sunday, December 7. It wonapos;t be over until the evening since theyapos;re insane and they donapos;t have the test until the afternoon. It will be something like at least a 6-hour bus ride back down to Eugene, meaning I wonapos;t be home until 1 or 2 in the morning. Iapos;m also only going to have an hour and a half between when the test leaves and the train home leaves, which sounds like a lot, but given itapos;ll be a 40-45 minute bus ride to the station, thereapos;s not much room for error.

Because AMTRAK runs late constantly, Iapos;m going to have to take the earliest train out to Seattle at 9 in the morning. Since itapos;s 9 in the morning on a weekend in Eugene, that means that no buses will be running, and Iapos;ll have to be up extremely early so I can spend an hour and a half walking to the train station to get there on time.

Then my written Japanese classapos;s final is the following Monday morning at 10 AM.

Fuck. This is the worst fucking jumble ever.

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Iapos;ve been drinking a lot of tea lately (as in, single-handedly giving Harris Teeter a reason to stock the stuff) to relax, and Iapos;m wondering how Iapos;ve managed to go so long without "discovering" chamomile. Itapos;s just splendid.

Iapos;ve mostly adapted to the stress of grad school at this point. Now, the only problem is coming up with the mental energy to keep going on some days. There might be enough hours in the day to get my work done, but the available work-hours in my brain are insufficient, if that makes sense; at some point, I just need to quit grading or whatever and watch a movie or play video games for a while. Hopefully mental energy, too, will increase with time.

Iapos;m going to be a brain-marathon runner before long...
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Saw 300. Loved 300. Must see 300 again.

Gerard Butler has always captivated my attention, even when in such duds as Dracula 2000 and Lara Croft: Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life (thatapos;s too many titles for one movie, people). But I did highly enjoy Timeline. Because, like Chrys, I cannot say no to a movie with a sword fight. I love Medieval History, and Timeline had swords, Frances Oapos;Connor, and Gerard Butler. For Gerard Butler, I even tolerated The Phantom of The Opera.

Pause.
Pow and I have this joke regarding Phantom of The Opera:
"From the creator of apos;Catsapos;. And the director of apos;St. Elmoapos;s Fireapos; and apos;Batman and Robinapos;. Comes... Phantom of The Opera"
Un-pause.

I must confess Iapos;ve never read the comic book, nor cared much for the story behind Sparta. I do know the Greek revolt against tyranny or whatever the hell it was, but thatapos;s not why I watched the movie.

Having seen Sin City, I had great faith in what Frank Miller can bring to the table in terms of cinema, especially in comic book adaptations.

300 is visually breathtaking.

Remember when you first saw The Matrix? The first movie? That kind of "whoa" feeling of watching magic happen onscreen? Thatapos;s what watching 300 feels like. Director Zack Snyder gives us plenty to be grateful for.

Yes, there are several times that the slow motion just didnapos;t make sense anymore, but during the action sequences? Oh lordy. That was well worth every penny I paid for the ticket.

The wonderful bit about 300 is that for one moment you actually forget that these are actors in a movie. During fight sequences you donapos;t see actors doing choreographed fight movements (hello, Keanu vs. The 100+ Agent Smiths), but 300 Spartans getting down and dirty with the enemy to protect their land.

And we finally saw Faramir be the hottie we all know he was in Lord of The Rings. Iapos;m sorry, thatapos;s David Wenham. Dammit, he will always be Faramir to me.

And how insanely ripped were those Spartans? Eye candy.

I got carried away, didnapos;t I?

The story of 300 is the story of King Leonidas who takes 300 (or 299?) of his Spartan soldiers on a "walk", to protect his land from Persian forces, as well as the struggles of the people around him to deal with this little bit of fighting. But you donapos;t really care for the story. You care for the fighting. And the characters.

Because itapos;s really the characters that direct us through this film. We feel for them, we really want the Spartans to succeed, despite their vast lack of numbers. More than just rooting for the underdog, we want the Spartans to win because their fight is a noble one, and itapos;s a fight we all have within ourselves. To protect what we care for. To protect what we love. Itapos;s just that in their case, they care about and love their country. Their Sparta. Ours is smaller in scale, but hopefully just as noble.




And for one brief moment completely forget that Battlestar Galactica killed Starbuck.

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So I was poked and told to write dialog only... Well.. I came close.. So here it is. This is the way I see the end... Completely AU, I know nothing, if it happens this way Iapos;d be one happy fangirl
Seriously.. This is try #3.. If the cut doesnapos;t work Iapos;m sorry... I have no clue why it only cuts part of it.. Sometimes the middle when I hilight the entire thing... Stupid stupid cuts.

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Iapos;m almost completely weened offa Livejournal now. Iapos;ve just come to realize that my personal thoughts made public tends to hurt more people than it brings understanding of what Iapos;m feeling.� So Iapos;ve decided that I wonapos;t write my feelings on subjects anymore and try to adhere to plain observations and retelling of the facts of an event. Iapos;m beginning to think Iapos;m a terrible person with an out of control inner monologue. And no one really cares about what I have to say anyways. =P But enough about that.

I just have a few extreme things happening in my life that I�think are worth mentioning.

First and most mindboggling, I�have no idea what to do about it or how to handle it, I think my art teacher is gay, almost certain of it, and I�think he has it for me. � � �� ...Iapos;ll let that soak in for a moment.... � �� He is very complimentive off my work in class even though Iapos;m quite aware that itapos;s inferior quality and it seems heapos;s just doing it to be nice. I�mean, heapos;s a great guy. He isnapos;t being creepy about it and itapos;s just friendly. And he was talking to me the other day about how he might be breaking up with his "partner" and then almost immediately afterwards asked me if I was single. Completely conversationally toned but still...

So thatapos;s all fun. The other extreme is I just got back from Blizzcon Yay

For all of those that donapos;t know Blizzcon is hosted by Blizzard. My FAVORITE�company and developer of games. They are the makers of the Warcraft 1-3 and World Of Warcraft. Starcraft 1 and 2 and Diablo 1-3. If you donapos;t know what those games are or have never heard of Blizzard youapos;re missing out on like... Half my interests and really donapos;t know that much about me. X/

It was good fun but I donapos;t think Iapos;ll recap it. It was awesome to say the least. If youapos;re interested Iapos;ll tell you all about it. =3

Another something something going on with me. As hard as I�try, no matter what I canapos;t keep my mind off what did happen (good parts of course) and what potentially could of happened in my old RP Silent Nexus. It was this amazing little cross fandom rp some good friendapos;s and I were doing a while back and because of dissimilar tastes in moderation it eventually broke down. And for the life of me my mind keeps drifting back to it and the good times. The bad times could have been avoided in hindsite but itapos;s nothing to dwell on. Itapos;s a dark ambition Iapos;ve had for ages to start either it back up again or one extremely similar. And by that I mean I loved the cast of characters from that rp and same mechanics. It was so dark and confrontational yet extremely malable at the same time and that aspect left us with a lot of freedom and an allowence to be almost whimsical in nature while still making "sense".�

I�know this almost has no chance of returning but Iapos;m getting to the point of obsessivly thinking about it. And itapos;s quite sad. My friend Raven and I (I�havenapos;t talked to her in a while... That makes me sad) are frequently lulzing about situations similar to that with old characters we used to rp that we lament never got the chance to meet up. We very much angst over the possibilities.

So yeah, possible sadness yet to come but oh well. Um... I�think there was something else....


OH�YEAH Iapos;m a e-pack rat. I�need to start cleaning the clutter from my computer. Nothing you want to hear about but one of the small thing that needs to be done is I�need to clean up my contact lists on my messanges and my few emails. By this I�mean I have several contacts that are virtually dead with people I�either havenapos;t spoken to in months and in a few cases a good year or two. And before anyone says that this is something mean and Iapos;m being a bastard blah blah blah it isnapos;t. Iapos;m just tired of navigating a monsterous list of contacts when I�just want to find one of my geek friends to talk about a comic or something dumb like that. The effort isnapos;t worth it. So again I say, nothing personal but if I havenapos;t talked to you in about a month... No, lets make it two months, youapos;ll probably be taken off my contact list. You wonapos;t be blocked and itapos;s not like I wonapos;t talk to you should you IM/email me first itapos;s just... IM especially in a convinent way to quickly speak to someone and I shouldnapos;t have to work for it. Plus, if you havenapos;t been active on my friends list for 1-2 months, chances are you arenapos;t using IM that much anyways or Iapos;m blocked. =P Either way, the contact is pointless. Iapos;m even debating deleting my birth mother from my contact list because she hasnapos;t been on Msn in about 6 months now. So when I say itapos;s not personal, trust me.
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