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Friday, August 5th, 2005
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4:24 pm
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Today was my first day off since getting back from Maryland. I finally got all my stuff from the trip put away and my room is kind of neat. The chaos of the mess in my room is slowly driving me mad, but that's just a personal flaw. Mostly it's school stuff that has no place to go, so the laundry basket and the printer box and the extra computer just sit conspicuously on the floor.
I'm helping the HC team with their practices. I don't want to be all domineering, but I think they need a lot more help than some of them are willing to admit. It was shocking to hear that a sophomore didn't know about fouls. And it's challenging when we're doing something and someone decides to tell a freshman waaay more information than the freshman can handle. "If you get the ball down on the deep wing and the person is trying to take the ball away, start swimming with your elbows up and try to hit them really hard in the nose." We're trying to learn basic "don't grab the ball with two hands" type things. We don't need to delve into the intricacies of defending the ball. whaaatever. There were only 15 people at practice today and two of them aren't even going to be on the team. Which means that if these are the only player, they won't have two full teams (guys and girls). I suppose it's not exactly my problem if they can't fill the roster, but I feel the pain of the seniors who are working so hard while the team deteriorates in front of their eyes. Gordon's amazing recruiting skills have basically demolished chances of building the team and his wonderful coaching skills have not exactly fostered a well-developed team. And it's hard to play a game when only two people know what's going on. Definitely feeling bad for the people on the team who care...
I thought I had to be up at school on the 24th, but then Jon (coordinator guy for the trips) said we had to be there the 26th. Well, actually what he said was "Thursday the 26th." Thursday is the 25th. So I had been going by the date instead of the day, but turns out he meant the day, not the date. So I will be back at school on the 25th.
Only eight more days of work! hooray! I haven't started a countdown to when I go back to school because I don't really want to know how few days I have left. Oh well...
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| Friday, February 11th, 2005
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7:00 pm
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| Thursday, December 16th, 2004
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8:35 am
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haha....college....so great....
and i'm coming home today!!!!!
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| Sunday, December 5th, 2004
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9:59 am
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| Monday, November 15th, 2004
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6:50 pm - look! a public entry!!
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15 Things to do at Target &/or Walmart if you're really bored or if your name is Cletus (because I can so see Hakert doing all of these)
1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's
carts when they aren't looking.
2. Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5
minute intervals.
3. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the
restrooms.
4. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official
tone, "Code 3 in Housewares" ....and see what happens.
5. Go to the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on
layaway.
6. Move a "Caution -- wet floor" sign to a carpeted area.
7. Set up a tent in the Camping Department and tell other
shoppers you'll invite them in if they bring pillows from the Bedding
Department.
8. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and
ask, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"
9. Look right into the security camera, use it as a mirror,
and pick your nose.
10. While handling guns in the Hunting Department, ask the
clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are.
11. Dart around the store suspiciously while loudly humming
the theme from "Mission Impossible."
12. In the Auto Department practice your "Madonna look" using
different size funnels.
13. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through, say:
"Pick Me, Pick Me.".
14. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the
fetal position and scream: No! No! Its those voices again!!!
15 Go into a fitting room, shut the door and wait a while, and
then yell loudly: "There is no toilet paper in here!"
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| Friday, September 24th, 2004
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11:35 am
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Having read other people's livejournals, and remembering my ever so wise analysis of the situation that I offered so long ago, I would just like to point out that I was right. And no one listened.
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| Thursday, September 16th, 2004
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6:50 pm
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| Wednesday, September 8th, 2004
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4:12 pm
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So... it's raining really hard right now.like sideways-through-your-window rain. i love the rain.
today we had the activities fair and i was walking around and this guy from Young Life came to talk to me. He looks like Ben Affleck. No joke. Has the same mouth, same speech mannerisms (or at least as far as I can tell from seeing Ben Affleck in a movie). So I was tempted to join Young Life just for Mr Ben Affleck look-alike, but I didn't think God would appreciate that very much (Young Life is a Christian ministry thing). And then I signed up for some info on doing more Habitat for Humanity. And then I remembered that swimming eats up all my extra time, so I left.
I just spent $596.25 on books. For four classes. That's more than $100 per class. I am officially poor. Next time, I'm buying off e-bay.
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| Wednesday, September 1st, 2004
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8:36 pm
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| Tuesday, August 31st, 2004
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11:36 pm - lala in the kitchen on the floor
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| Sunday, August 29th, 2004
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10:49 pm
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| Friday, August 27th, 2004
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8:22 pm - "she was as cool as a person could be at a nerdy school"
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Alrighty, so we made it to Lexington safely. Well, besides the fact that my dad drives like an insane person. When I get married, my husband better drive like a sane person, or that might become an irreconcilable difference. Anyway, the drive was nice. I mostly slept the whole way, so that made it go a little faster.
When we got to town, we went to this little restaurant that from the outside looked like it was just a little local place, but it turns out that it was really a nice restaurant. So we were a little underdressed. And all these other families with their w&l freshmen kept coming in and they were all dressed like they were coming from the country club, so that made it seem like I was even more out of place. What have I gotten myself into? I am so not a country club person. But maybe I can become one...
And before I left town, I was actually having a nice time, and things were turning out all nicely and then I had to skip town. So it's like God's intervention, telling me...well, telling me whatever. Things always seem to go like that. It starts to go well and then something has to change. Oh well.
So tomorrow I get a chance to look around town before I have to move in on sunday, and maybe I'll feel a little more comfortable. Although, if everyone around here is going to be dressing like they just came from fancypants town, then I don't know what I'm going to do. My roommate seems really down to earth, so that's good, but she also said she's from the nicest neighborhood in Minneapolis, so I bet her family dresses really well, too. And she works at Marshall Fields, so she gets new clothes all the time. BLAH! I feel so nervous and not good enough. I'm always feeling like I don't meet the standard or I'm not good enough to be around people. That even happens to me when I go to North Star, which isn't even as nice as it used to be. But like when I go into AE, I feel like even though I love the clothes, I shouldn't be in there because I'm not cool enough or pretty enough or skinny enough, and because of these I never set foot in A&F. ever.
Well anyway, my friends, I'm in Lex now, and everything seems to be ok (knock on wood). So keep in touch and feel free to give me a call anytime, because we all know how I'm horrible about calling people, but I would love to talk to you. In other words, CALL ME BECAUSE I'M LONELY! *hint hint*
Oh, and a shout out to the polo team. Good luck at your game on saturday! I gave my mom a message for you guys so she'll probably be talking to you before the game. <3
haha oh yeah and my mom told me that my little sister was talking to Mason at school today and he said that I was "as cool as a person could be at a nerdy school." woo I was cool!! hahahaha
(don't break any promises)
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| Wednesday, August 25th, 2004
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1:53 pm
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For all you people who want to be dermatologists because you think nothing exciting or scary ever happens in dermatology...I have come to prove you wrong.
Today I went down for my derm appt at wh to get a biopsy. So they take me in the little surgery room and the tech gives me lidocaine and then we're just sitting there chatting when everything starts to get blurry and the (dun dun dun) black circle starts to appear in my eyes. So I'm like "hey guys, I'm feeling a little light-headed here" so they're like "ok we'll get you some water" and then I tried to lean back and that was it....
and then I wake up to some strange guy in my face going "are you ok? do you know where you are?" uuh yeah, duh, I'm in the derm clinic. But there's like every single member of the derm clinic standing around me looking kind of shell-shocked, and then they're in the background like "ok, I think she's ok now..cancel the code blue." Yes, my friends, they called a code blue on me. Even though I didn't stop breathing and my heart never stopped beating. The dermos just freaked out and called it. haha. So then they made me lie down inverted so all the blood could go back to my brain, and apparently I was white as a ghost. Good fun. And now I'm totally freaked out and never want to have lidocaine near me ever again.
And then my dad came down from his office and took me to go get something to eat, and I felt like I was going to fall flat on my face, and it was great. And then every person we saw in the hospital that my dad knew, he introduced me to them as "the code blue from dermatology."
But no worries. I'm ok now. And I get to drive to school tomorrow. Which is probably why I was not in a good condition in the first place to get lidocaine. That and I was really tired and only ate a banana for breakfast. So, the moral of the story is, if you're going to get lidocaine, get a good night's rest, eat a good breakfast, and don't go on a day when you're already stressed out about moving away from home.
The end
p.s. get well cards, flowers, chocolates, money can be sent to
Allison Rogers
PO Box 213
Lexington, VA 24450
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12:22 am
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I love my friends so much. And I miss them a lot right now. I mean, I'm not moping around the house or anything, but I'm just thinking how crazy it is that I'm not going to see these people for such a long time and I really worry that I'm going to lose touch with them. And that really makes me sad. But anyway...
I'm packing up all my stuff and I have a ton of shirts. It's ridiculous. I had to narrow it down quite a bit and I still have a jam-packed suitcase, and that's not even all of my clothes. So a little bit of a predicament. I told Emma we can just make piles of clothes all around the room when we run out of space in our closets. Well, however it works out, it's going to be interesting. I still have a ton of packing to do and I need to be finished by tomorrow night so I can pack up my car. Blah! So aggravating!!!
And in other news, that's all the news. Tomorrow should be busy with a drs appt monopolizing the whole morning (very unfortunately) and then I'm supposed to go out to lunch, but those aren't really solid plans as of yet, so we'll see how that all pans out. And then I'm supposed to catch a movie but those are very not solid plans, so I don't really know what's going to happen with that. I'm just very sad right now. I can't feel the sadness, but I know it's there, in my mind. Knowing what could've been and what never was. And what is there, and how it should be good enough, but some how it feels like it's not enough. Like there could be more, even though I know there couldn't be, I want to believe that there could. But...I'm leaving town, so what does it matter, eh? But it does matter and the more I think about it, the more it distresses me. I should stop thinking about things and just accept them for what they are. BLAH!
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| Monday, August 23rd, 2004
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12:05 am
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well, it's come down to the last three days...and of course, I'm having second thoughts--more like fourth or fifth thoughts. But I'm still excited about going away. And my roommate seems really nice, so that's good. Now I have to find a way to cram all my stuff into my car. That's going to be challenging. At least I don't have to deal with a tv or microfridge. Emma's bringing the tv, and we're renting a microfridge when we get there, so that's all taken care of...or it will be as soon as I send in the paperwork for the microfridge. I really want one of those chairs from Target, but I don't know if it will fit in my car, so tomorrow I'm going to test things out to see how stuff fits, and then if there's extra space, I'll look into buying the chair and maybe a set of those damn plastic drawers I've been wanting for so long.
The olympics has gottened me all psyched about swimming again. That's always a good thing.
I'm so excited to go to Lex and see what it's all like and to move into my dorm room and meet Emma and have some fun and then run home and let everything go back to normal again.
I think my parents are freaking out about people at wlu being elitist. My dad, for the first time in the history of the world, has asked that his mail from wlu be addressed to "Dr" instead of "Mr Rogers" and my mom is all caught up in how all the pictures of Parents' Weekend show these well-dressed kids guiding their well-dressed parents around campus. As if my parents don't dress well. Seriously. But I will admit, some of these people look like they just walked out of the country club. Even so, they're not all elitist. Emma said she is looking forward to being with a roommate who's not from a prep school so that we can laugh at the prep school kids together. And I explained to my mom that if these people were that hoity-toity then they'd send their kids to Harvard or Yale, not the #2 party school in America. To which my mom said maybe these people think they are so above the rules that they can drink underage and get away with it. No winning this battle apparently. So my parents think I'm heading off to a snotty school to rub elbows with the entitled elitists. blah what a horrible fate. Basically, my parents don't seem very excited about me going to wlu, and more than anything, they seem quite intimidated and keep transferring that fear onto me in the form of wonderfully reassuring encouragements ("I hope you know what you're getting into" and "you've never really been around a bunch of prep school kids before, have you?"). So yeah. that's where things stand around here.
hope everyone else is having a much better go at things.
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| Monday, August 16th, 2004
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11:49 pm
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It's 11:36pm and I am hungry. I went out tonight with Karen, her boyfriend, and his friend. It wasn't as weird as I had anticipated, mostly because his friend was not the friend I thought it was, and was therefore not the one staring down me, Faye, and Nic at Jim's...I don't think it was him anyway. Wait, now that I think about it, maybe it was. Whatever.
OK, write this down, and then sometime after August 29, call this number: (540) 458-4449. Or at least put it in your phone so when you're scrolling through your phonebook you can be like "oh look, there's the phone number for this girl I used to be friends with."
On the college rankings on Princetonreview.com, W&L is (ranking, category):
#1 Lots of Hard Liquor
#1 Lots of Beer
#2 Party School
#3 little race interaction
#6 homogeneous student population
In other words, W&L is a bunch of drunken white kids. Well, whatever. I don't care. I'm drunken, and I'm white. Actually, I'm not white, I'm "European American." I mean, if we can have African American and Asian American, then I want my ethnicity to be European American. Except I'm not really. I'm just American. Race and ethnicity are stupid. Down with race! Get over it already. People have different melanin levels. whoopiedoo. It's just those other Americans trying to hold the European American down.
In other news, I got a pedicure and a manicure today. Something new and exciting. I should get foot massages more often. Although I think the massaging chair fractured my spleen. or my kidney. because my lower back really hurts.
And as a reminder to all, the deadline for declaring your everlasting love for me is drawing near. Make your appointment now so that you are ensured a chance to profess your undying love and devotion for me before
August 26th
because after that, it's all over.
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| Saturday, August 14th, 2004
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11:10 am
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| Friday, August 13th, 2004
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9:35 pm - addendum
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Nic's birthday: 11 days
Sharla's birthday: 41 days
Steph's birthday: 44 days
Happy 18th and 19th birthdays!!
anyone else want to be featured on the countdown?
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5:03 pm - Countdowns
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Leave for Lex: 12 days
Thanksgiving Break: 98 days
Christmas Break:126 days
My Birthday: 203 days
Graduation: 1391 days
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| Friday, August 6th, 2004
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10:53 pm
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How do I pick which userpic I want to use with each entry?
Today was very...eventful. Tomorrow I want to go shopping but I'm afraid my sister doesn't want to brave the crowds with me :( But she said she would go along so that makes me happy. Something else that makes me happy is this picture, taken on my 18th birthday, because Steph is the absolute coolest. You rock! Don't forget me when you go to NE!
(Pale as ghosts)
And then there is this funny picture that I like to look at because it's almost poetic and makes me look almost pretty. By the way, who took this picture and can you get me a cleaner copy of it? As you can see, the copy on my computer is all pixelated and junky.
good day to all and please eat a big juicy hamburger for me.
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