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Goodbye New Zealand [Jan. 3rd, 2008|12:34 am]
Deana
[Current Location |Wingdale, NY, USA]
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |Decemberists are my love]

Ok so first here is the part where i apologize for not writing in this thing enough. Why? I'm not really sure. This computer doesn't have feelings and not many people are reading this.
I'm bored. I'm home and bored and lucky

I'm in love with the world. I want to get on another plane and just go anywhere. I want to live in hostels and get dirty. This seems like a funny thing to want when what I really want right now is to get back to campus and see all of my friends again. I'll be missing Jules terribly I know. I need to meet new people. I need to meet new guys. I'm joining the William Smith Rugby team when I get back. I'm so completely excited. I need to stop being a sissy and go work out.

So New Zealand. I...

Went skydiving. The most amazing experience ever. I can't even describe. I wonder if the nervousness that I feel when I watch my dive video will ever go away.

Met amazing new friends. I love the group and I pray that I will hang out with them when we get back to campus.

Was forced to reevaluate myself. I'm good to making up songs.

After bringing my travel guitar to NZ and playing Ben's every once in a while, I came home and fell in love my real guitar all over again. I understand more why everyone wants to buy it from me.

Found my future. I am going to be a museum curator. An amazing kick-ass luck break internship at the Auckland Museum taught me that.

Realized that I love going out and dancing. with strangers.

Came back to find that I hate that I'm not 21 yet.

Started running and actually kind of liking it. If only it wasn't so freakin' cold out. See excuses again.

Learned that I am really happy that I am not rich and preppy.

Went Zorbing. Look it up.

Am thinking that I've been taking these "college years" for granted and want to try new things. Lots of new things. I need new things.

Don't mind living in a city. It isn't as scary as I though it was

Have a new nickname. Call me Pillz. Haha. And look for the Izzie and Pillz show on youtube in the future.


Go abroad. Seriously. It was as awesome as I expected it to be and nothing like what I ever dreamed it could be.
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(no subject) [Aug. 16th, 2007|06:23 pm]
Deana
[Current Location |Home, Wingdale]
[mood |excitedexcited]

By tomorrow afternoon, I will begin my journey down under. After a six hour flight and a 15 hour flight, I'll be in Sydney for a few days and then in Auckland for a few months. I'm ready to burst!
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(no subject) [Jun. 6th, 2007|11:49 pm]
Deana
[Current Location |Pt. Pleasant]
[music |Scrubs is on.]

0 candy eaten yet.

Today, Bruce hired some very attractive young Ukrainian men. My summer has just gotten a lot more interesting. The whole time that Bruce was talking to them, they gave me the look. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh
I'm so excited!

EEEeeEEeeEE
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I think it is beauitful [May. 18th, 2007|12:07 am]
Deana
[Current Location |Table, My House, Wingdale, NY, USA]
[mood |peacefulpeaceful]
[music |Decemberists - Red Right Ankle]

This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed

And how it whispered “Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb.”
This is the story of your red right ankle.

This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew ‘cause he was dead
And how his face was carved and rift with wrinkles
In the picture in your head.

And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away.
This is the story of your gypsy uncle.

This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed.

Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle.

***

How is it that the world can look brighter after you see your friends?


Maybe it is the reefer talking... but everything is awesome. My life is pretty fuckin' sweet.
If it is the smoke, than at least I have that to look forward to...

haha
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(no subject) [May. 10th, 2007|10:36 pm]
Deana
[Current Location |HOME!]
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

I walked to my computer to check to see if my last grade was in.

Writing Colleague Seminar: A-

I am overjoyed. So what is that is what I get in almost every class. The Writing Colleague Seminar has been the most demanding, stressful, and rewarding course I have ever taken. At midterm, I had a B and was warned that if my grade dropped at all, I would not be able to become a Writing Colleague. (I'll explain all about that another time. basically and super special peer writing tutor.) After my midterm, I was determined to kick it up a notch and I did. It was awesome and I am freaking excited.

All of this completely negates the fact that I received a B- today(the worst final grade that I have ever gotten.) Anyway, I feel good. I'm going to New Zealand in a few months. Everything is awesome!
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(no subject) [May. 5th, 2007|04:57 pm]
Deana
Hey Dylan, I stole your idea.

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WHAT THE FUCK! [Apr. 15th, 2007|03:52 am]
Deana
[Current Location |My computer, Jackson 212, Hobart and William Smith College,]
[music |none]

So this may be THE craziest thing that has happened to me in my entire life.

So its Saturday night, 3 AM. I went into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth and noticed that the shower was on but it didn't sound like anyone was in there. I was tempted to yell out asking if there was someone in there but I was afraid it would freak someone. I looked under and saw a pair of underwear. I then freaked that it could be two people sexing it up. So I decided to not check it out and maybe later ask maureen to see with me. As I was brushing my teeth, I heard security walk by heading to our room. As I walked back, I saw that security was talking to maureen who was in her bed. I walked in and he told me that the smoke alarm went off but that the room didn't smell like smoke and that it could have been from the steamy shower.

He was about to leave when I mentioned that I didn't think anyone was in the shower. I then heard him walk to the bathroom and call on his radio that he had found a girl passed out in the shower. I stood there freaking out about the fact that I could have just saved her life. I then freaked out that if security didn't come that I could have just killed her.

So I'm standing in the room freaking out when the security guard knocks on our door again. He asked who our RA was and then seemed a little embarrassed. Him and the security guard who had just come asked me if I could put the girl's pants on for her. Maureen helped me out. It was so weird walking by security in the hallway to turn the corner into the bathroom where there is girl with only a tee shirt on, huddled in the corner of the shower, half wet, and covered with a bit of puck. She lay there with the security guard's jacket strung over her bottom half. We then helped her sit up and put her pants on.

As the security guard walked her down the hallway into the lounge he thanked me for telling him about that. He said that he never would have thought that there was anything different than that shower.

I'm kinda freakin' out here.
WTF

p.s. sorry about the bad grammar, i need to go to bed.
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(no subject) [Apr. 2nd, 2007|12:44 am]
Deana
I love that my friends are always there for me.
Even when they just want to go out and party and I can't stop crying they are there. They slap a big star on my face and lead me along.

All I needed was a little infamous Culinary Cottage Jungle Juice and handfuls of friends dancing around me... all I needed was to laugh as we ran away from security and to drink a beer on the roof with Ben.

It'll all work out... I won't think about this boy... or that one... or Joe. Oh the rantings on a lonely teen. This shit doesn't matter in the scope of things.

It hurts what she is doing. I've become numb but it stares me in the face. It doesn't like her. It is bullshit what she is doing... him too.

Whatever

Goodnight
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(no subject) [Mar. 16th, 2007|04:34 pm]
Deana
http://www.faculty.ucr.edu/~rosenblu/lab-index.html
Life is good. I'm attempting to write my second 10-min play. My first might be published in the colleges' literary magazine.

It's snowing.
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(no subject) [Jan. 3rd, 2007|11:01 pm]
Deana
[Current Location |my parents bed, with America's Next Top Model Marathon on!]
[music |none]

Its been quite a while since I wrote on this. I just started writing a lot, but I've changed my mind for now and deleted it.

I'm going back early for rehearsals. I need to figure out how to become an old Jewish woman fast. haha. It will be a lot of fun though.

... for some reason, I don't know what to write right now.
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