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with the presidential election only a few mere months away it is not surprising to note all the last minute additions people are making to their vehicles backsides. that's right, there is no finer way to spruce up your volvo then slap on a fine slice of kerry-edwards...or rustle up your chevy with a nice bit of bush. yes i've always said people buy politics the same way they buy nikes (or converse). it's all about the image. yes the branding of politics. just look at liberal dating services.
ok i know i'm not in high school but lets face it. on my first day of school i don't want to be caught dead in tapered pants or jeans without pockets on my ass. first impressions count. and some things just aren't cool. like the veterans for bush bumper sticker on the back of my dad's jeep. the same jeep that will be driving my fine self down to northampton in a few days. like wearing a yankees cap at a red sox game there are some things you just don't do. if you value your life that is.
i...very tactfully i might add...explained my dilemma to my mother. like a whiny pre-teen on an after school special i made my case. "but mom, i'll be the laughing stock of smith...all the kids will hate me...and i'll have to eat all alone at lunch." she was very unsympathetic. though she did confess to me her deep dark secret. apparently way back in the day when she hung with a different crowd she voted for.....none other than....good o' ralph of the green. -sigh- they all claim to have been hippies.
ok so...the plan is arrive before sunrise...under the cloak of darkness...camp out in the quad with my round chair and puff...until 10 when i can get my keys. maybe i can get some unsuspecting first year to let me in. you know. if i didn't have so much shit...i could probably take the train...but i didn't get that gigantic fridge for nothing... |
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i limped my way to the city centre today to run some errands and i actually totally freaked on one of those guys who stand around with the clipboards who try to talk to you and get you to do/buy stuff? (you see i actually don't know what they do because i've always been sure to avoid them). you know how they do it - strategically positioning themselves in the pedestrian only area beckoning you with cheerful faces and open arms. the set up a great trap in front of bucanan galleries. i had been meticulously avoiding them all day and i had thought that i had successfully out manoeuvred two of them, only to run head on, into a third.
"hello there could you spare a moment of your-"
"AHHH! WILL YOU PEOPLE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
no i didn't scream this. it was more of a sound of desperation. plus i waved my hands about my face as though they were flies and i was shooing them away.
and with that i walked on.
damn. mood swing anyone?
ok you know what else really bothers me. those people who stand on the street selling big issue. i think there is some decree of glasgow that states there must be at least one every 10 meters. ahh. i try to avoid these as well usually by not looking them in the eye. i mean you walk past them and they snarl at you in that thick glasgwegian tone..."BIG ISSUE" as if you didn't know that they were there on the street corner selling the same magazine they sell every day. i mean do they really need to say 'big issue'? Everyone knows they're there. i mean who actually walks past them and after hearing their battle cry turns around and says "big issue? well now that you mention it..."
ok maybe i'm just a little bitter because i got beat up by this big issue woman. ah perhaps in light of recent events 'beat up' would not be the most appropriate phrase. it wasn't an official seller. just some crazy glasgwegian standing outside the hillhead underground. there was a group of us walking by. she gurgled out "big issue" and we all just keep walking. then she comes up behind me and gives me a good hard push. she's this small mangy 40-year old with bad teeth. i'm too shocked to do anything. and after summing her up realizing she's absolutely crazy my knee jerk reaction to thwart her on the head cools to a low simmer.
why does everyone want to kick my ass?
hmm...what else pissed me off about glasgow today. ok you know those knew banners they have in george's square...you know the black and white ones of people...scotland with style..or what have you? well i actually read them today. at first i looked at them and thought oh that's cool...there are more females than men represented...because all the statues in george square of great scots are mostly if not all men. apparently the banners are just pictures of people representing a modern stylish glasgow. first set of banners: a guy who is an architect next to a banner of a woman who is a nursery school helper. oh please. i looked at the other banners. there were two other ones with women and only one other one of a guy. ok i thought maybe one of these women has a cool career and the guy something kinda lame. well the other guy was sales clerk or something. so i was like ok fair enough.
guess what the two other women where? student and mother. can you fucking believe it. apparently if you're a modern woman in glasgow the best hope for you is to become a student but don't get too excited about that because when you're all through you're likely to end up in nursery care or become a mother. but hey even the guys were weird...architect and sales clerk? who designed these banners? and why are there only 5 people? because there are a bunch of banners but it's just of these five people repeating themselves every couple of banners or so
i really can't wait to go home.Current Mood:  annoyed |
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i am so becoming a cowgirl
eventually i get around to writing about morocco...but here's some pictures for now. |
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good morning. yesturday june 3rd. weirdest day. seriously weird. anyways. it all started out with that crazy dream i had the night before. it put a whole spin on the rest of the day. basically it was the freakiest dream ever:
so there's this girl for some reason she has these braces on her arms. unusual metal contraptions that i really don't know the purpose for. well we're all standing around inside this room. and for some reason train tracks are running through this room as well. well this girl ends up getting her braces stuck in the train tracks. hmmm. and as soon as she does so we all hear the sound of an approaching train. i and this other girl are trying to get her braces off. and we end up getting them all unscrewed. but the only problem is her hands are still caught in the train tracks. and there is nothing we can do. the girl who was helping remove the brace and i exchange this look...that we know...we can't do anymore and she's simply stuck in the tracks. meanwhile the girl who is stuck has been completely quiet. which kinda weird. i mean if it was me. i'd be screaming all sorts of shit..like stop the train or what have you.now at this point only one thought is going through my mind. and that i that i need to get the fuck out of this room. there is no way i want to watch what's about to happen here. so i remember leaving and i think that other girl follows me...at this point the train is like so nearly there and the stuck girl screams at us: "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!"
we leave the room and close the door. within a few seconds you can hear the sound of the train roaring in and the lights and smoke from the train are coming through the cracks in the door. and then there it is. the most awful scream you can ever imagine. the sound of sheer pain. the type of noise that makes your body tense and your neck hairs bristle. and all i can remember is the horrible feeling in my gut knowing what the cause of the screams were.
no one goes in the room. and i think i run away completely. imagine. lying stuck to some train tracks knowing that your hands are stuck and a train is coming. know that this train will come and run over your hands completely decaptating them. and knowing that you are going to have to go through the rest of your life without your hands. that has to be the worst feeling ever.
apparently this guy goes in the room later. it was apparently drenched in blood. and apparently the girl got so mad that she lost her hands and the injustice of it all that after she was "freed" from the tracks...she broke all this stuff inside...including a mirror.
yeah so then we all saw the girl afterwards with her stumpy arms. and the look she gave us of pure hatrid...yeah and then i woke up.
after that i was trying to figure out what would be worse. loosing both your hands or loosing both your legs. think carefully...it's a really tough choice. because i mean take your legs...they are your fucking legs...i mean you use them to do everything. but then think about your hands not only are they so vital in todays world...of typing and writing...but you wouldn't be able to touch people...can you imagine never being able to cup someone's face in your hands and caress them??? a lack of hands could seriously fuck up your sexual abilities. but legs...oh my gosh...without them you couldn't do shit. you'd never walk again. or dance. or waterski. or climb a mountain. or row! oh god. but i guess you couldn't row without hands either. god i hope i never have to make that choice.
Jun. 4th, 2004 @ 11:57 am
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Q: what's orange and goes in one blurry circle?
A:...glasgow's infamous subcrawl...pubcrawl..
15 stops on the worldest third oldest (after london and budapest) underground. also the world's smallest...
today liz-e and i...realizing that our time is numbered here in glasgow set out to do one of the things any self respecting glasgow study abroad kiddo has to do before their time is up (speaking of which remind me not to forget the deep fried mars bars)
the idea is simple buy a £1.70 discovery day pass...good on the underground all day long...then you get off at each stop and have a drink.
we did well we started at kevlinhall the closest stop to our flat and headed east...the idea was to get the scary stops over with before it got dark...
and because i'm lazy i'm just going to quote liz-e's journal here:
"Kim & i did a large chunk of the Clockwork Orange last night, but did not complete it before the subway closed at 11. We got all the "scary" pubs done, the ones across the clyde river that are in Rangers country. There were lots of neds around sporting tracksuits and white tennis shoes, but as a whole, the south end was pretty nice. The pubs were all Rangers themed, and I know that if we'd worn Celtics colors we'd have been shot or worse.
Anyhow, so far we've covered:
Kelvinhall- "The Three Judges" (an old favorite)
Partick- "Stumps"
Govan- "Brechin's Lounge"
Ibrox- "Stadium Bar"
Cessnock- "Clachan Bar"
Kinning Park- "The Doctors"
Shields Road- "Binghams"
West Street- "The Local"
Bridge Street- "The Glaswegian" (We actually had 2 drinks here cause a nice fellow bought for us, and then also when we ran out of money he paid for our cab home. He was nice.)"
[i blame this quy on why we didn't finish...we had to stick around because he just bought us drinks...didn't even ask...i ended up going to the bathroom and throwing up...while liz-e sat and chatted him up a bit. before i left there was this one scary moment where he was asking about which team we supported...we were like 'neither' and he didn't seem to believe that...so he asked us what religion we were (celtics being catholics and rangers being protestant) he was kinda intense about it so thankfully liz-e was like 'we're athestists'...then the guy was like so are we but we still support rangers or whatever. it seems to me that rangers fans are much scarier than celtics...hey they're the ones who live on the wrong side of the tracks...literally. and besides "the doctors" even had there own ibrox rangers border wallpaper...how obessessed can you get?]
...more from liz-e:
"We collected coasters from each bar [and wrote down what drinks we got at each one!], except for at one that didn't have any. Instead the bartender gave us each a completely awesome lighter- it's orange, and has a blue Rangers logo on it.
Only 6 pubs left though!"
yeah so that was that...i plan on making a cool website about it someday...i have the designs in my head for it...you see i was mad with the digital and took photos of every stop...outside each pub...and inside each pub.
the plan is to finish it up on went i'm done with my exam on wednesday...yeah yeah yeah i know what you're saying you're supposed to do it in one day...but give me a break...we're doing it proper and hard core!
May. 27th, 2004 @ 11:55 pm
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so...
cher is probably the best concert yet. and since the next/last thing i'll be seeing is the dali lama (not exactly concert material) i'll have to say she is the best concert i'll have seen in scotland.
unlike britney who had to show people having sex on stage to convey sexyness...cher's concert just was sexy...not that i'm complaining about ms. spears performance...hey she did actually sing two songs...and those near naked dancers...mmmmm....anyways...back to cher -
she sang walking in memphis...which i totally didn't expect her to. my night was made.
can i just say i want to be cher. i mean she sparkles. i want to sparkle. i want to be head to toe in sequins and glitter. and THE WIGS!
mark my words...someday i am going to shave my entire head...but you'll never know when...but you might begin to notice a change in hair styles every other day...let that be your tip off. then when you least expect it a wig will go flying across the room leaving the crowd to stare in shock at the bald woman with the sexy head.
what? it is sexy. or maybe that's just my mind. heheh...
anyways i'm not studying even though i should but i don't care enough to even explain what i should be studying for. oh am i just a crap speller (well yes) but does studying actually contain the word 'dying' in it?
oh speaking of death my uncle died. well great uncle. yesturday. which is very sad. he lived on a farm in iowa that was build by our family when they first came over from norway in the 1850s. it's famous in middle of nowhere iowa for being in one family for so many generations...except now no one knows what will happen to it...
ah well. you won't catch me milking no cows. my cow milking days are long over...by hand or machine.
oh and i might be going someplace very cool...(if the fucking tickets get here on time)...and by cool i mean hot. so let's hope so kiddies.
i finished my photo project today. and what can i say. i love it. well photography. my assement's on the 26th so i hope that goes well. i can't wait to take more this summer. there is nothing better than spending a beautiful sunny day not only inside but in the dark for 7 hours...well maybe spending a cloudy day doing the same...ah scotland thank you for not making me feel bad because i could be getting a tan instead of working my buns off in the dark room.
counting the hours until liz-e takes her computer back......
May. 14th, 2004 @ 10:20 pm
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yes they do. this past weekend the art school took us wannabe art students to this wee castle in arbroath (near st. andrews) where they proceeded to
0)play with us on the beach...
1)feed us wonderous food...three meals a day - four if you include that chocolate mousse dessert stuff...
2)give us drink...ahh for that alone we cannot help but love them for all eternity. that's two nights in a row of bevy consumption...virtually unlimited supplies...(oh and here's a fun fact for all you fun fact people out there: it is totally legal in scotland for passingers in a car to drink as long as the driver isn't...so there were some drinking on the ride home as well)
3)and roll us some joints. yeah. well that wasn't everyone...just the cool kids who stayed up talking with them until dawn.
also: this was a notable trip b/c it was the first time i've swam in a scotish sea...
bra and knickers...i convinced a fellow sister school girl to jump into the cold water...which turned out not to be that cold...i mean really just b/c it's scotland people...
the prince was no where to be seen. everyone was effected with varing degrees of disapoint. i, myself wasn't shedding any tears...actually i can't imagine why anyone would want to study in st. andrews...it's so wee...and yeah ok so they got some abby ruins and a fucking awesome ocean..but pretty scenery only means so much on a saturday night when you're looking for some fun...
yeah did i mention how cool the art school teachers are...i think i might have fallen asleep mid conversation with one of them on sat. night...but 1/2 a bottle a wine...on top of a night of heavy drinking and virtually no sleep the night before would do that to you. ah well...actually my former life drawing/painting teacher is probably the most incredible woman i know. yay. and maybe just maybe i founds me some kiddies to go to morocco with me...
but i shouldn't get my hopes up just yet...
May. 10th, 2004 @ 11:28 am
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i figure you can't eat too many chocolate digestives because let's face it kids when it's time to head back there won't be any waiting for us at home.
topping the list of things i will miss most about the uk:
1. chocolate digestives
May. 5th, 2004 @ 08:56 am
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| » yes i have mood swings...have you noticed |
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1. first order of buisness m. bruzelius can suck my dick.
((((oh i'm so cool...i dress in funky clothes...lalalala...stupid bint)))
ok now that that's out of my system...
2. i wore my sunglasses in the rain today. because sometimes you really don't want to have to deal with the issues of eye contact. i think people thought i was crazy judging from the looks i was getting...they wouldn't be that far off from the truth.
3. monster, although a good film...(if your in that sort of mood)...is not a good date film. but then again neither are in the bedroom or the pianist....murder murder death death death...hmmm...god i have a pattern of morbidity.
4. on a happier note: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind is the best. fucking. movie. ever. period.
May. 4th, 2004 @ 12:22 pm
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| » ok so you convinced me liz-e... |
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...i'm going to start writing in my livejournal again.
and maybe i'll even add some friends...woah i know...what has gotten into me.
currently i am feeling good. my life is good.
i'm going to be living in boston this summer. which is fucking amazing. i don't think i could survive another summer at home. i have this cool internship at a marketing/advertising agency. which is so great because i have been working my ass off all winter/spring trying to get one. and just about everyone who thought i had an impressive resume ran scared when they found out that i wouldn't be able to do an interview in person - it would be over the phone. good god i could be some freak with a facial piercing for all they know..heh. so yeah it looks like my life is headed on a good path in the J.O.B. department.
and then there is school. glasgow is easy breezy...but i still fucked up and under-enrolled so now i'm about 5 credits short. it should be ok though. next year i'm taking five classes which i'm really excited about. and scuba as an ess. i'm taking advertising and visual culture! hello! this was the class i begged to get into my sophomore year but i didn't get in b/c i wasn't a senior. looks like my time has finally come. i'm taking the psychology of women and gender - which is a prereq. for this cool seminar i'm taking - it's about the psychology of women and a major component of the course is actually being a mentor to a young woman in noho. it's weird i never used to be the type of person who would want to do the whole mentor thing but i am really excited about it. guess i'm just evolving. and what else. oh macro econ...with fred leonard...so that should be a hoot. i wouldn't take it if it wasn't going to be with him. yeah and i have fridays off so i am trying to get into this video course at hampshire that is offered on fridays. i really loved that video i made first year and received lots of complements on it...so i would love to do more with that. esp. b/c i'll probably be doing a lot of that at my internship as well...they are really into production and editing for tv spots.
and then there is of course the is the resurfacing of the norweigen tongue from pre-spring break. and that should be enough to make anyone happy. oh stupid mobile number mix ups...at least that is all sorted now. tell me why do the good ones always wait until april. hey i might not know what i want...but who the fuck cares.
and then there is the whole leaving going back to smith thing. i'm so fucking excited to get back and row. smith is doing so fucking well and i am so excited for them. actually they are doing so so so fucking well i might be a bit jealous i'm not there to share in and be apart of it all. but our team should still be rocking next year even if we are loosing one of our best rowers...but a team is more than just one person. and there is plenty of talent in the crew. i'm really started to work my ass off to get back into shape after a year of drinking and eating chips...hey i do get a damn good workout from all the dancing i've been doing. but still. hopefully i will be able to row in boston...but even if i'm not i will surely be in the gym everyday. i really want to be active in smith crew this year. it will be my last year and i really want to be engaged as much as i can. with the entire team. maybe i just really want to give back all that they have given me.
so even tho i missed out on a lot of things by leaving smith for the year i couldn't imagine not having the experiences i've had here. i mean it might be hard for me to see that now but i know when i go back i'll really miss it here. so many travels, so many people, and so many adventures. still you can't help but think how things might have been different. and it's not over til it's over. i won't be starting my internship until june 21st. and right now my flight home is set for the 16th of june...but i might bump that up. i don't know. but that's ok. i'm a go with the flow girl.
May. 3rd, 2004 @ 01:15 pm
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so i did it. even though i said i never would.
actually. i probably never said that. out loud. like most things it was just some principle that i had in my head.
...but you see...
if i claim to be willing to try everything - if but once (a claim i've been know to make at times of great indecision)...it was only a matter of time before i'd find myself ensnared in immortal geekdom.
then again maybe not.
i never promised i'd actually write anything.
Jul. 8th, 2003 @ 03:42 pm
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