OK, sorry everyone, but I'm not going to go on a long, in depth analysis of my life. It's boring and whiny. Let me just get to the punchline.
Once I post this, I'm going to go through the archives of this livejournal and change all the posts to private, excepting the last six posts (including this one). Then I'm going to change the password to this account to something generic and email it to a good friend who wants to keep this around as it reflects part of her life as well as mine. She will then change the password, and this account will be dead to me.
Thank you, good night.
EDIT: I was going to set the comment settings to disable commenting, but doing so also hides all the comments on a post, so comments are still allowed. However, I will no longer keep up with this livejournal. I'll leave this post open to comments for a while, at least.
The conclusion to this Livejournal account will come in the form of two posts. This post, the first, will recount some of the events of the last 36 or so hours. More information on the second post will come at the end of this post.
A few things happened in the last 36 hours that I think are particularly interesting. First, I had a revelation around 5 AM. This revelation will be discussed further in the next post. Second, we finished Mr. Potatoheadboat, the awesomest boat ever. It was a barge with an eight foot tall Mr. Potatohead on top. He had interchangeable parts, and an opening in his back to store the extra accessories. On land, we demonstrated his transformation from pirate (with fancy hat, eyepatch, and hook) to ninja (with full face mask, shuriken, and nunchucks) and back. What was about a billion more awesome was our transformation, while on the water, from pirate to robot, in this case a caricature of Bender from Futurama. Third, someone died. I do not have many details, but apparently one rower on another team (unrelated to SBCS; I don't know the name of the deceased) had a seizure after finishing the race and died at the hospital. This is mildly scary.
That being said, I have been up for more than 36 hours (with the exception of a short (<1 hour) nap around 5 AM) and am therefore completely exhausted. I am going to go to bed, and when I wake up, I will post the next and final post of this livejournal. On the agenda is the my afore-mentioned revelation and somewhat of an analysis of the last week, last year, and last 4 years; those being, respectively, a major turning point in my attitude about the breakup with Victoria, the time that I was with victoria, and the time that I have had this livejournal. Also, my plans for this livejournal and possibly some other plans in general.
Another repost. I think this one speaks for itself.
just wanted to share this with the world:
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EDIT: I reread this entry upon posting and realized it does not speak for itself. What it's saying is, "please turn your monitor upside down."
Tomorrow: I dispense with the formalities, wind up the tape, pack up the suitcase, and fly this sucker straight into the ground! Let the motherfucker burn!
Here's a recipe I sort of made up, except I doubt it's something spectacularly original. I don't actually remember it specifically, since I cook entirely by feel, but here's a gist of it. Improvise and improve as desired:
Lemon Spinach Chicken Ingredients: Chicken Breast. Get some normal sized hunks of chicken breast, then cut them in half so you have a decent width but not too much depth. This will prevent having obnoxiously thick (and therefore flavorless) pieces of chicken to attempt to bite through and chew. Spinach. You'll need like a 16oz bag of fresh spinach. Onion. About half a large onion will do it, I think. Maybe a bit less, but definitely no more. Salt, to taste. Oil, for cooking with. So, I guess olive oil? vegetable oil? A lemon.
Procedure: Note: I don't remember how much of this was done in parallel, but again, experimentation will be more fun anyway. The important part is to have the chicken done sometime during the first half of the time spent on the non-chicken portion. First, get a skillet or frying pan. Put some oil in it and cook the chicken. Fry it? Yeah. Cook the chicken, put it in a bowl and set it aside. Do this over medium high heat, I believe.
Get a pot, and we're talking a pot with a fairly wide base, though depth is not super important (so, something that's half as tall as a big pot of soup is fine. but something as short as a frying pan is no good.). Dice the onion. Er, except, cut it into strips moreso than little squares. Definitely do not chop it very fine. Anyway, you'll need to put a little oil in this pot/pan thing, and then put the chopped onions in. Put this on medium heat. Let them cook a little, and start putting in spinach. The spinach will, over the course of this, become sort of a green goop, as it is wont to do when it cooks. Anyway, after a while, you'll have this pan full of onions and spinach that's cooking. Add some salt to make it taste less crappy. Anyway, then squeeze in some lemon juice, from the lemon. I think I ended up using like half a lemon when I did it? Something like that. Throw in the chicken and lower the heat a little. let the spinach/onion/lemon juice get soaked up by the chicken, and add salt if it seems necessary. Let it all simmer, then turn off the heat.
Serve by laying down some mashed potatoes, put a piece of chicken on top, then get some spinach and onion stuff to put on top.
Despite the crappy instructions, I promise this is super tasty. You can ask my sister! Or my parents, or John, my soon-to-be brother in law. They all liked it, I believe.
Here is a post that is another favorite of mine, if only because i thought it was such a neat (if entirely creepy) dream. This is from February 28th, 2005. (Huh, do I have a thing for the month of february? Maybe that's the month when I'm most awesome or something. Ha!)
i must say, this is like the most singularly creepy dream i've ever had. i mean, i've had the standard sorts of nightmares involving, say, pirate ships, or small, deadly, but completely invincible creatures, but this one just left me kinda shaken. so, i was in what amounted to a video game/movie. i was making my way through puzzle rooms and stuff, then i get to the last room, which looks like my bedroom except where my desk is there's just a door thing. all through this puzzle maze type thing i've been getting hints and help (in beating the various monsters i'd faced) from my english teacher, mrs. vaughn; however, at this last room, she's like "you have to face what's in the next room alone." i have some sort of book or something that tells me about the rooms, and for the last one there's like a picture of something that looks like a giant spider devouring something, so i'm like "no way i'm not gonna go into this room." so i leave and go back to a different place thats like a tunnel bridge, except that it's supposed to be like the dorms for a summer camp or something, and some of the surroundings are a lot like this place called mentone that i go to every year for a contra dance weekend. anyway, i hang out there, but after a while i'm like "i cant put it off forever, i have to face that last room." so i go there and i'm on the shores of a giant lake of fire and lava. i see a sort of sparse crowd of people on the beach, and one of them is facing this giant demon looking thing in the middle of the lake and it says something "now you will know your fate" and then this dark disc thing it's holding sort of pulses and then all of a sudden there's a massive scenery change. the lake of fire is now a raging sea, and the sky is all dark storm clouds and lightning. the person who was looking at the disc is now screaming (and i think it's my math team coach, mrs. rodgers) and out of the raging sea a giant wormlike thing (imagine the worm creature on the asteroid in star wars, except with tentacles too, tentacles that look like spiders legs sort of) and it swoops down and just like obliterates mrs. rodgers. at this point i snapped awake. i was very seriously creeped out.
Here is the birthday card I owed Victoria. We managed to go out long enough to make it through both our birthdays once, you see, and I failed to get her a card the first time around. Granted, at the time I was supposed to give her this card, she was in a different state at the time, and acting like a real douchebag about what goes into an "adult relationship," but whatever. Apparently what goes into an adult relationship is dumping someone for someone you've had a crush on since you were 12, but I digress.
The cover:
On my birthday, several years ago, this was posted on Achewood:
And on the inside...
But hey, the next year, on your birthday, we got this:
May your birthday be appropriately strange. Happy Birthday!
To commemorate the fact that I'm killing my livejournal, I'm going to post something interesting every day maybe. Let's start with my younger, stupider (then again, no more stupid than i am now) days, with a meme.
i posted this originally on february 27th, 2005. i rather liked some of the responses i got, so i'm reposting it. incidentally, all but one or two of the people who originally responded no longer read my livejournal.
1. When are you? 2. Are we friends? 3. When and how did we meet? 4. Do you crush things with bricks? 5. Would you kill me? 6. Give me a brick and explain where you got it. 7. Describe me in one and a half words. 8. What was your second impression (of me)? 8.7. What was your third impression? 9. Do you still think that way about me a few days ago? 10. What reminds you of bricks? 11. If you could give me anything what would it be? 12. How well do you know me? 13. When's the last time you saw me? 14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? 15. Will you go directly to jail, failing to pass go and thus forfeiting your $200?
i must say, this is like the most singularly creepy dream i've ever had. i mean, i've had the standard sorts of nightmares involving, say, pirate ships, or small, deadly, but completely invincible creatures, but this one just left me kinda shaken. so, i was in what amounted to a video game/movie. i was making my way through puzzle rooms and stuff, then i get to the last room, which looks like my bedroom except where my desk is there's just a door thing. all through this puzzle maze type thing i've been getting hints and help (in beating the various monsters i'd faced) from my english teacher, mrs. vaughn; however, at this last room, she's like "you have to face what's in the next room alone." i have some sort of book or something that tells me about the rooms, and for the last one there's like a picture of something that looks like a giant spider devouring something, so i'm like "no way i'm not gonna go into this room." so i leave and go back to a different place thats like a tunnel bridge, except that it's supposed to be like the dorms for a summer camp or something, and some of the surroundings are a lot like this place called mentone that i go to every year for a contra dance weekend. anyway, i hang out there, but after a while i'm like "i cant put it off forever, i have to face that last room." so i go there and i'm on the shores of a giant lake of fire and lava. i see a sort of sparse crowd of people on the beach, and one of them is facing this giant demon looking thing in the middle of the lake and it says something "now you will know your fate" and then this dark disc thing it's holding sort of pulses and then all of a sudden there's a massive scenery change. the lake of fire is now a raging sea, and the sky is all dark storm clouds and lightning. the person who was looking at the disc is now screaming (and i think it's my math team coach, mrs. rodgers) and out of the raging sea a giant wormlike thing (imagine the worm creature on the asteroid in star wars, except with tentacles too, tentacles that look like spiders legs sort of) and it swoops down and just like obliterates mrs. rodgers. at this point i snapped awake. i was very seriously creeped out.
any thoughts?
alex
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1. When are you? 2. Are we friends? 3. When and how did we meet? 4. Do you crush things with bricks? 5. Would you kill me? 6. Give me a brick and explain where you got it. 7. Describe me in one and a half words. 8. What was your second impression (of me)? 8.7. What was your third impression? 9. Do you still think that way about me a few days ago? 10. What reminds you of bricks? 11. If you could give me anything what would it be? 12. How well do you know me? 13. When's the last time you saw me? 14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? 15. Will you go directly to jail, failing to pass go and thus forfeiting your $200?
