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I have "Sapphire Black" dye and "Luxury" Belgian milk chocolate in my hands, along with a knitting project. I'm going black. Well, at least dark brown. It already faded out within a month. Plus Herbal Essences has killer hair dye, and it smells wonderful. One of the first times I dyed my hair I had Rosalind help me, and she read the back, shouting out the random bold words.
It went as so:
"Feel the exhilaration of color with new vibrancy and brilliance. A full spectrum of shades, each enriched with pure color extracts that penetrate every strand for TRULY INTENSE RESULTS!!. Color that RADIATES WITH SHINE!! and STAYS EXTRAORDINARILY TRUE!! week after week. And, this ammonia-free permanent color gel energizes your senses with the REFRESHING HERBAL ESSENCES FRAGRANCE!!.
I'm...going away now.
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[14 Nov 2003|03:07pm] |
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A few things I want to remember from today...
"So, after I visited your house, you make a lot more sense. You're this mix of old fashioned and modern." -Rosalind
In TOK ("Theory of Knowledge" for all those newbies on my friends list) Mr. Siebold asked if anyone didn't know how to ride a bicycle. (*sneezes* Excuse me) So of course I raised my hand. Then since we're tlaking about "ways of knowing" he said, "So tell Nadia how to ride a bike." We concluded that it was impossible. He then asked, "does anyone have a bike here?" And the T.A. did! So, (can you guess where this is going?) the whole class went out into the hall, lining the sides so if I fell they would catch me, and I rode the bike down the hall! Michelle and Megan made me a sign with a cheerleader on it rooting for me :) And they also talked about the next thing we should do in that class is collectively make me a bicycle. I offered to pay $2.50 for it. Reid suggested a sappy movie while they make it called, "A Bicycle for Nadia."
And now I'm sick.
I think I shall go play the Sims Makin Magic because it is the best Sim's game ever.
I am considering making this journal into a photo journal.
Because I love photos and I love my camera.
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[10 Nov 2003|05:36pm] |
So, I always knew I was slightly obsessive and compulsive.
But then I took a supposedly "very good" online screening test.
And the results...
( Obsessive-Compulsive Test )
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[02 Nov 2003|08:40pm] |
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By the way, I dyed my hair dark, can you tell?
( Halloweeny Goodness )
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[27 Oct 2003|08:20pm] |
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After school today I had a nice long chat with Josh at K&F. It was very pleasant and relaxing...except for the part when he told me lots of disgusting jokes, then it was just hilarious. We talked about people and college and just life in general. I am forever thankful to Sean Staub for printing me out those college applications! (I would have never figured out what to do anyways)
Dana and I saw Finding Nemo on Saturday, and it was as hilarious the second time as it was the first. One of the best Disney movies ever. Except I dumped a ton of salt into the popcorn and then ate some of the top layer....it was disgusting...
Oh! I also went to Mayzie's 18th birthday party on Friday, and it was awesome! We ate and played games and looked at a sex-position book.
Quote
Mayzie: "I call hummus, yummus."
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[18 Oct 2003|02:55pm] |
I'm back!
And I have many many stories to tell.
Ask me about them sometime.
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[11 Oct 2003|09:54pm] |
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Oh yes, just FYI, but I'm going to Outdoor School tomorrow.
So you know, I won't be around for a week.
Namanu!!
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[10 Oct 2003|10:11am] |
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I was up in my room yesterday when the power flickered and then I started screaming with fear and excitment because of the humongous thunder crack. It then proceeded to rain harder then I've seen it rain in years.
I loved it but was scared at the same time.
Since my room is in the attic, it catches every little sound and I ran screaming downstairs.
But then, since Sean and I were still planning to go to the movies, Mom and I got into the car and drove off. (It was near the end of the storm anyways) EVERYWHERE we drove all the storm gates were flooded (because of all the leaves because it's, hey Autumn) and so there were puddles that stretched for the whole intersection. The water was inches deep on the sidewalk.
(P.S. Underworld rocked and Kate Beckinsale is the hottest woman on earth.)
But anyways, here's the point of this whole entry.
The really really really creepy dream I had last night that made me wake up screaming, "Does Bebop have his limbs???"
"In my dream stuff happened, bla bla, but after all that, I was outside with my sister, and Tara surprisingly, and then we all saw little white cat who came up to us and we started petting it. But then I saw Bebop limping in the garden and half of his front left leg was just gone. I started screaming and ran over to him, but the white cat got there first and I realized that it was evil and that it had hurt Bebop, so I started kicking it and I swept Bebop up into my arms and I started running around the garden trying to find his paw because it might be able to be stictched back on, then I ran back up to the porch and ordered Andria and Tara to look for it. But then I saw two paws beneath the porch, and one of them happened to be Bebop's so I grabbed it and ran into the house.
Then I stopped the dream and woke up."
And not barely 20 minutes ago I ran outside looking for Bebop.
I found him.
He was okay.
And I pet him for a while.
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[05 Oct 2003|10:08pm] |
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So, even though this is subject to change, because I change a lot,
I think I've found my calling.
Or at least my major in college; philosophy.
I'm not sure how I could turn philosophy into a career, however.
"Hello, I'm a philospher, want me to help you think of things?"
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[04 Oct 2003|10:11pm] |
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I need to clean my room and I'm thinking that I might do that tonight until I'm finished.
So I've figured out the reason that my room is not clean all the time.
It's because I subconsciously dirty it up so that I will have to clean it, because you know, I don't know what I would do with my time if it was completely organized and clean. I love cleaning. I really do.
But I have to get it there.
Oh yes, and for those of you on my friends list who have not yet seen my red hair, please direct your attention to these pictures.
xx
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[04 Oct 2003|12:13pm] |
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So, the Seniors won.
Go Pirates!
That was the thing that everything was building up to since that day in Sophomore year when Rosalind and I met because of our love for pirates.
We totally rocked.
Everything was just.....arrrrgg!!
And the freshman came in second place...what d'ya know?
That's never happened before.
I think Rosalind and I made them entirely too cocky.
We were talking to them Thursday night about how great their hall was.
And apparently they would have won had it not been for our incredibly awesome half-time car that was decorated like a pirate ship.
Yarrrr!
*plunders*
I'm very glad that week is over.
Too much stress followed by an immense release.
Entirely too much.
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[30 Sep 2003|10:59pm] |
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Dear lord I'm busy.
I don't even know why I'm taking time to write this when I'm so busy.
I guess just to say, sorry if I haven't been paying attention much to anyone at school, or on aim, or anywhere really, I've just been doing so much work!! I'll be glad when this week is over. Even though it's Pirate Day on Friday, this week just needs to end. And end it shall, with a hilarious script that Rosalind and I wrote.
It's the best thing ever.
I should probably go clean my room a little,
and then read,
and then maybe actually go to sleep.
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[25 Sep 2003|08:32pm] |
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I had blonde hair today.
(Witness, exhibit A: the icon)
But my hair is no longer blonde now!
*evil laugh*
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[22 Sep 2003|01:12am] |
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Looks like it's going to be an all-nighter.
I'm not even tired.
But I just drank about 20-30 ozs. of Earl Grey.
I love love love this song.
I love Fiona Apple.
I love being able to immitate almost any style of singing.
I'd love to know how to be able to put a clip of me singing on the computer.
On to finish my History paper!
Actually, if I keep going like I am, it will turn out pretty decent.
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[17 Sep 2003|09:37pm] |
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For the past few weeks I've been having really disturbing dreams.
I may look cool on the outside, but man, these are really creeping me out.
And nothing changed or happened a couple of weeks ago, so why am I having these dreams every night?
I had a nice talk with Erik today about what we wanted to be when we grew up.
I like chatting with people.
And that reminds me. I'm going to tell a story, sorry if you've already heard it.
When I was little, my mother would take me to the store Nature's (on Division) and I would play in the little house play area that they had. One time I was there with this little boy and we decided to drop a rubber snake over the edge and be real clever. After a couple more minutes some adults came up and asked if we had anything to do with the snake. Oh man, were we in trouble! Apparently, that snake of ours fell on an old lady shopper, and she nearly had a heart attack!
Guess who that little boy was? Erik Dieter.
Crazy eh?
Hey Naomi, want to give me a "clothes" makeover?
I want you to dress me up how you would like to dress me up...or something.
I'm not sure if that sentence works.
Finalment, je suis très fatiguée.
Bonne nuit!
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[15 Sep 2003|06:45pm] |
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Soooo.....
I can spend the night at Dana's house...for his birthday.
My parents just told me.
Last night I broke down and was crying because this weekend I was at the beach with Michelle, and Adam was there. When I woke up in the morning they were just all so cuddly and sleeping and I really wanted Dana there. I just want to cuddle. And I was talking to my parents and crying. I really do not like crying to get my way, and I would never purposely cry to get my way. I told them that I just would like to be with him all night, and that other girls would get to sleep over but not his girlfriend, and just on like that. (I'm not trying to be like they get to so why don't I get to. I just felt seriously put out.) But they said that they liked that I told them why I was upset and not just cry and say I was upset. They're not letting me go to just any sleepover now, but because it's Dana's birthday, and they "like him, and like me liking him, and think I have good taste." And that I'm a lot more mature and responsible and less flaky then I was last year (which is very true).
Ok, time for a little freaking out now. (Can you tell I'm keeping my outside self surprisingly cool right now?)
I CAN SPEND THE NIGHT AT DANA'S!!!
Oh man...
I'm excited.
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[04 Sep 2003|07:58pm] |
Hi.
First of all, you are fat. You are ugly. You are unpopular. Your car sucks. Your house sucks. You suck. Your life sucks.
You are not witty. You are not smart. You are stupid. You are ignorant. You are inadaquate. You will never make it in this world. You are unpopular. You will never amount to anything. You are nothing.
Your diet is poor. You have low self-esteem. You have cellulite. You have ugly toenails. You have body hair where it shouldn't be. Your eyeballs are not white enough. Your teeth are not white enough. You are not white enough.
Secondly, you are fat. You should go on a diet. You should eat more hamburgers. Your tits are not big enough. Your tits are too small. Your tits aren't small enough or big enough. You need implants. Your dick is too small. You are inadaquate. Your nose isn't right. Your hips are too big. You need cosmetic surgery. You need make-up. You should make yourself sick. You should eat more hamburgers.
Your dress sense sucks. You suck. You have no style. You're one of the crowd. You are a follower. You are a freak. You are a label. You don't fit in. You are a loser. You have no charisma. You are not sexy enough. You are not glamourous. You are not glamourous enough. You need more glamour. You suck. Your favorite band sucks. Your favorite brand sucks. Your clothes suck. Your shoes suck. You suck.
You don't have enough money. You should work harder. You don't have enough things. You need more things. You are unhappy. You need more. You are unsatisfied. You are not moving forward. You never decend further. You are not keeping up the pace. You are lagging behind. You are one step behind the rest.
You are doing it all wrong. You need to change. You need to see that change is good. You need to follow us. You need to be individual. You need to fit in. You need to think outside the square. You need to think outside the box. You need to think outside the bun. You need to eat more hamburgers. You are too fat. You are aware you are too fat. You shouldn't be fat. You need to stand out. You need to know the rules. You need to know the secrets. You should be yourself.
Thirdly, you are fat. Your legs wobble too much. Your teeth are crooked. Your face is wrong. You should change. You need change. You should know that change is good. You are not thin enough. You are too thin. You are too thin and too fat in incorrect places. You need to eat more hamburgers.
You are lactose intolerant. You are iron deficient. Your cholesterol is too high. Your calcium level is too low. You should eat more hamburgers. Your blood pressure is too high. Your iron level is too low. You need to have liposuction. You need to loose weight. You suffer from premature ejaculation. You are far too dependant on drugs. You need to buy more drugs. You need more money to buy more drugs. You are inadaquate.
You are bipolar. You have attention deficit hyperactive disorder. You have post-traumatic stress disorder. You suffer from depression. You're all kinds of messed up. You are manic. Your mental health is poor. Your well-being is inactive. You are not happy enough. You need to buy more drugs. You suffer from road rage. You suffer split-personality disorders. You suffer marriage problems. Your marital status sucks. You suck. You're ugly. You are not right. You need to buy more drugs.
You should stop smoking. You should buy more cigarettes. You should smoke cigars. Cloves are fashionable. You have no style. You should stop smoking. You will get cancer. You will die anyway. you should have fun. You shouldn't have fun. You should be more fashonable. Cloves are fashionable. You shouldn't pollute. You should smoke cigars. You should have fun. You should drink alcohol. You should keep ahead. You are lagging behind. You should be individual. You shouldn't care about what you do. You are free. You should go your own way. You should follow us.
You watch too much television. You need to stay tuned. You are fat because you watch too much television. You should read fashion magazines. You have no style. You should feel inferior to fashion models and television stars. Your ass is too fat. You should get off your fat ass. You should watch more television. You should be individual. You shouldn't be fat. You are wrong. You could look like that. Your hair is bad. Because you're worth it. You're fat. You're ugly. You procrastinate. You need help. You're doing it all wrong. You suck. You are a statistic. You are going to be a star one day. You are nothing. You should eat more hamburgers. You should drink more syrup. You should buy more cigarettes. You are too fat.
You should not be who you are. You have to change.
My name is Marketing.
Now buy my fucking product
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[03 Sep 2003|11:32pm] |
Hehe. I just put in a lot of words, some careers (Sorry Dana and Josh!) and two boys names and two girls names. Look how it turned out!
....It's a bit morbid at the end...*sheds a tear*
FAIRY TALE  nce upon a time there was a young YOGA TEACHER named DANA. He was JUMP TWIRLING in the HEROICAL forest when he met GIDDY JOSH, a run-away ACTRESS from the WEIRD Queen NAOMI.
DANA could see that GIDDY JOSH was hungry so he reached into his CERAMIC BOWL and give him his TIRED SUSHI. GIDDY JOSH was thankful for DANA's SUSHI, so he told DANA a very SILLY story about Queen NAOMI's daughter NADIA. How her mother, the WEIRD Queen NAOMI, kept her locked away in a SKYSCRAPER protected by a gigantic CAT, because NADIA was so PROUD. DANA JUMPED. He vowed to GIDDY JOSH the ACTRESS that he would save the PROUD NADIA. He would SPIN the CAT, and take NADIA far away from her evil mother, the WEIRD Queen NAOMI, and BUTTERFLY KISS her. Then, all of the sudden, there was a NAUGHTY TSUNAMI and GIDDY JOSH the ACTRESS began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic CAT from his story. WEIRD Queen NAOMI SKIPPED out from behind a CAMERA and struck DANA dead. In the far off SKYSCRAPER you could hear a TWINKLE. THE END. Make your own Fairy Tale at fuali.com
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