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July 25th, 2005
08:12 pm
"If you look at the issue, you'll see that this isn't about the children. There are children starving in the sewers of Persia. There are babies in the AIDS wards, chucked out into the streets like cabbage. If this were really about the children, they'd be doing something about the children that are already here. I don't play that game."
-Tori Amos
"Why is it that when it's us, it's an 'abortion' and when it's chicken it's an 'omelette'? Are we so much better than chickens all of a sudden?"
-George Carlin
"If men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament."
-Florynce Kennedy
"Never mind the vicious nonsense of claiming that an embryo has a 'right to life.' A piece of protoplasm has no rights and no life in the human sense of the term. One may argue about the later stages of a pregnancy, but the essential issue concerns only the first three months. To equate a potential with an actual, is vicious; to advocate the sacrifice of the latter to the former, is unspeakable."
-Ayn Rand
"And, by the way, my belief is that if men were the ones getting pregnant, abortions would be easier to get than food poisoning in Moscow."
-Dennis Miller
"I have a different stance on abortion: I'm against abortion, but for killing babies. That way everyone loses, and I win. I'm neither pro choice, nor pro life; I'm pro you-shutting-the-hell-up. The only way I'd be "pro choice" is if it meant I could choose which babies I could abort, and only then if I could lift the age restriction to 80."
-George Ouzounian
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May 18th, 2005
08:14 pm
Someone find me a job. Must get away from family.
This summer is sucking already.
No really, it's only May 18th.
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April 22nd, 2005
05:55 pm
I just thought I should say something cause I haven't in awhile
I tried that page 123 sentence 5 game, and mine was just really dumb. Then I cheated and grabbed a bunch more books, and the same results followed. I guess my books fail the page 123 sentence 5 test.
I got to know my boss better at Miramax...too bad I'm leaving in a week, he's a good guy (we never got a chance to talk about deaf people though)
Pesach tomorrow. I'm carbo loading today so I can get through the hell of no bread/corn syrup/anything good for the next week.
Holy shit this year is almost over. Holy shit we're going to be juniors next year. Holy shit we have to get real jobs soon. Holy shit!
Also if someone knows of some way for me to make money this summer, let me in on the secret cause I have no idea.
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April 6th, 2005
07:04 pm
Today in the subway I saw a baby smiling and happy, looking back and forth between his parents and loving life like only babies can. It made me sad to think in the future he'll probably be made fun of for what kind of parents he has. It made me sad that there are people who think these parents, who probably give him nothing but love, are disgusting and shouldn't be allowed to raise their son.
And it makes me pity the ignorant fucks who think two people can't raise a child just because they're the same sex
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April 1st, 2005
01:20 am
At the request of Nappi, who is desperate for something to read, I'm updating my livejournal even though I have nothing to say. But lots of people update their livejournals once a day with nothing to say, so I guess I don't feel too bad.
I had a really long talk with Fran tonight that put me in a content but incredibly sad mood. We both agree being here in New York opens your eyes to so much that's going on in the world, and even though it's amazing it's still hard to be exposed to so much and still know so little.
It turns out she wants to go into the field that I'm taking a class in right now...she wants to be some form of a media reformer(Michael Rosenblum what what!) and really make a difference in the world, which is something I admire so so much - here I am, majoring in movies and celebrities, and there are people who really want to take action. Taking this class "Television and the Information Explosion" has really opened my eyes to so much...and it sucks. Realizing the way our country thinks is literally determined by about 8 really rich white guys is so disheartening. Little tiny baby steps are being taken, but there aren't enough people who know about it or care enough to do something to make any sort of difference.
We're seeing all the wrong things on TV...we are bombarded with information about Terry Schiavo, one person who has been on life support for 15 years. But there are thousands, if not millions, of people who are also fighting to live - they're fighting to beat famine and civil war and genocide in their countries...and we hear nothing...because they're tiny little "insignificant" countries who have nothing to offer us...
Vietnam was the first televised war, and also the last. The uproar of the 60's that spouted from gruesome images of soldiers coming home in body bags on TV every night will never happen for this war. Why? Because the government literally made it against the law for journalists to show pictures of the death and destruction that's happening right now. We are controlled to such a great extent, and we don't even realize it.
In 1950, Guatemala elected a new government. It was wonderful for their country and looked like they were going to get a real turnaround in terms of economics. One thing the new government decided was that they were going to give landless peasants a chance at a new start by giving them land previously owned by the United Fruit Co. Unluckily for them...the head of the CIA was a stockholder in United Fruit. He declared the regime Communist and sent the CIA to take over, putting some random guy in power because we could control him. The press was invited to take a look around this country we "saved" from Communism, and they were spoon-fed everything they were supposed to report back to the US. One guy saw how ridiculous this was and wrote a story for the NY Times about what REALLY happened - they kicked him out of the US. America, FUCK YEAH!
We
Created
A
War
Because
Of
Bananas
But few people gave a shit, cause things were awesome back here in post WW II America.
I don't even know what I'm trying to say. I just feel so helpless about all the shitty things that go on this world. Not like there aren't things being done by some awesome people. I know Jaim remembers our amazingly annoying bitch ass lecturer that one week in class...yeah I wanted to punch her skinny blonde face, but what she's doing is so amazing for the world that I could never bring myself to do it. She formed an activist group whose sole purpose is to travel to third world countries and teach the people there how to shoot and edit film. So they can actually document the awful things going on in their villages, and have some chance of someone somewhere seeing it on TV and caring enough to do something. Because people these days really only care about what's on TV. And I hate to break it to you, but there's a lot more going on than Terry Schiavo, Jen and Brad, and even the Pope's issues. So much more that America should be caring about. Like our soldiers who are dying so we can get oil. Like genocides that are occurring at this very minute. Like people everywhere suffering and needing help. And it just makes me feel even worse that I DO know about some of this stuff...and I'm not even helping.
But at least Susy is coming tomorrow...we can be insane together in this insane world we live in.
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January 28th, 2005
02:48 am - Very, very, very, very long rant.
There is a serious problem with the world today. It's spreading. Like a disease. Pretty soon it may become deadly. I'm getting more and more worried about it everyday.
Geeky guys have been discovered. And they're flying off the shelves faster than Beanie Babies circa 1997. Why is this a problem, you ask? Why aren't I happy for the nerdy guys getting they heyday? Because I'm one of many nerdy girls. And we're starting to panic.
In the 80's and before, everyone knew how it worked. Things made sense. Football players were cool. The math team persident was not. It was simple. Cool kids were not brains. They drank and did drugs. They graced the pages of yearbooks with "Most Likely To be a Movie Star" as their superlative captions. Nerdy kids played Dungeons and Dragons. They were in Chess Club. They were "Most Likely to Run a Major Corporation." They did not have girlfriends. Think about it - Anthony Michael Hall was the only one who walked out of detention without a sweet hookup.
So when the fuck did things change?
At first glance, it appears to be a quick transition, but if you look closer, there were signs all along the way. All of a sudden Pee Wee was the cool guy to watch on TV. Beck was the nerd we were supposed to listen to on the radio. And it was all downhill from there. Teen movies had a very popular run in the 90's, bringing loveable geeks like Paul Rudd (Clueless), Ethan Embry (Can't Hardly Wait), and Joseph Gordon-Levitt (10 Things I Hate About You) to the mainstream. They were suddenly replacing the heartthrobs of the decade before. Maybe us dorky girls should have had an inkling thing, but we just stupidly worshipped them along with all the pretty girls. Then it became like a virus.
It started spreading to the schools. Suddenly the funny squares we had fairly claimed as our best friends were being invited to sit at the cool table, to make the popular people laugh. Now it was cool to be smart! Kids who went to Ivy Leagues in the late 90's were as respected as those who had sported letterman jackets years before them. The pretty popular girls were now kind of smart too.
well, shit.
Our unrequited love for our dorky best friend was useless now. We had no chance up against the girls who took a sudden interest in them. I blame these pretty girls for much of what followed, the next step in this cruel social shift that sent the nerdy girls reeling: They realized everyone wanted them.
Fuuuuuck! Come on girls, don't you know what happens to guys that all the girls like? They become assholes! They wised up to the new trends in high school, and then it was goodbye, dumpy best friend. We didn't matter now that they could revel in their nerdiness! To be fair, not all of them ditched us, be they sure as hell would never date us now, because they had a new very dangerous personality trait: Egoism. Now the most desireable thing for any girl was a slightly shy, funny, quirky guy who was either a musician or an artist. Sure, you still had to be mildly attractive, but that bar was set a lot lower than it previously had been. And these guys knew it. They were fully aware that they had their pick of girls, so why settle for the nerdy pal when you could get the hottest girl in school (who conveniently wasn't dumb anymore)? They excused this by thinking they deserved it; they insisted they had been the nice guy finishing last their whole lives, and now they were making up for it. Well, that's great for you, really, but us nice girls are still back here limping over the finish line.
And the sucky thing is - it doesn't appear to be changing. Dorky girls are getting mild respect in movies, TV, and music but...not much. Think of everything that's popular right now. The O.C.'s Adam Brody is swimming in adoring fans as a hot geek; are ugly girls even allowed near that set? Desperate Housewives. Yeah, real moms look like that, I promise. Music is no different - Modest Mouse, Franz Ferdinand, The Killers - a bunch of previously dorky guys who can play music and *gasp* now have millions of girls fawning over them. Movies? Zach Braff cleaned up with Garden State, as did Jared Hess with Napoleon Dynamite. Are we seeing a trend, people? Who's the latest teen boy obession? Lindsay Lohan? The Olsen twins? What? The gorgeous popular girls? Oh, yeah.
Something must be done. Girls who are nerdy or awkward or fat or ugly or all of the above have very little chance in this world of coming out on top. We're drowning in a sea run by dorky men and pretty girls. When will it stop? When does our Golden Age begin? I hope it's while I'm still alive and haven't had to settle for becoming a lesbian just so I can say I found someone to share my life with.
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December 22nd, 2004
01:52 am - Have I gone off the deep end?
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Daphne754: Don't play dumb with me
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Daphne754: I'll tell you what I want! I SAW you with that woman last night
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Daphne754: AUGH YOU ALWAYS WIN
It's pretty sad when I can't even get artificial forms of life to care about me
Disregard the blatant self-pity in that statement, I hate people who say stuff like that
Home for the break.
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Current Music: Beatles - Golden Slumber
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October 30th, 2004
03:13 am
New York City is all about timing and geography.
Maybe you would've spotted a celebrity had you run for that last stop light.
Maybe you would've bumped into the love of your life if you weren't paying attention when you rounded that corner.
You could've missed that man peeing on the street if you had caught the next subway.
You could've missed that drunk man puking in the subway car if you had gone into a different subway entrance (sad but disgustingly true story).
Anything could happen here, and it's so strange to think about everything that does while you're not around. A huge number of famous people are probably within a 2 mile radius of me right now, and I just don't know where...they go out to coffee, they eat in restaurants, they walk the streets of Manhattan just like I do - how come I never see them? Is my obsession with famous people unhealthy? So many unanswerable questions.
I wish I could wave a wand and everyone would be happy here. I feel like us NYUers complain a lot, but it really is so hard to go to school here...in New York, you're constantly surrounded by people, but you can feel so alone sometimes it actually crushes your insides to think about it. And then when you want to just get away and think, it's impossible - you're always surrounded. I can't think of anywhere in this city but my shower where I am actually alone with no chance of anyone coming in. And at the lesbian rate Kat is going, who knows how long that will last. i love you kat you are welcome in my shower anytime
With all the NYU deaths, they set up a "Wellness Exchange" to deal with the crippling depression kids seem to encounter here. According to our daily NYU newspaper, a student went to them saying she was seriously thinking about killing herself. They pretty much forced her to drop out.
Just so the next kid who dies doesn't have "NYU" in their fucking obituary.
What kind of place IS this? John Sexton...stop playing Monopoly with Manhattan real estate...stop thinking about hiring new professors...try worrying about the kids who are already here and need some godamn help!
I'm fine, I really am - I just worry so much about everyone else who's here...
My feelings would best be expressed in a short scene from Mean Girls
"I just wish I could give everyone hugs with rainbows and smiles and puppies..."
"She doesn't even go to this school!"
"Do you even go to this school?"
"No...I just have a lot of feelings..."
"All right, go home."
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August 17th, 2004
04:00 pm
I never do these, but I figured it was funny and appropriate because of my icon...
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July 30th, 2004
10:17 pm - Sucky night
I realized something important today.
My younger sister is built like Katie Holmes.
My older sister is built like Dolly Parton. (Well, the top half of her.)
I managed to be built like Rosie O'Donnell.
Where do we go from this realization?
Deep depression seems like the obvious answer, but I'm open to other suggestions
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June 29th, 2004
02:43 am
Why does everyone
in the world
have someone
but me
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May 18th, 2004
02:56 pm
I copied this verbatim from my incredibly wise friend Amanda Smith's livejournal. I want all my Rochester friends to know how up-to-date and smart she is.
I don't know a lot about what's happened recently involving this stuff...but I'll take Amanda's word for it.
The president wants to ban gay marriages, believes that abstinence-only sex-ed is the only thing we should teach our children, wants us to find Jesus just like he has, thinks that he knows what's best for your uterus, wants us to forget about how he dabbled in coke or has a few DUIs under his belt, thinks that international laws should apply to "them" and not "us," believes that rules are most effective when they've been massaged to suit his needs.
The country's fighting a war against an ideology again because history is never repeated, gas prices are rising, laws still claim that who you choose to love should define your rights, the deficit's in the 12-digit range, "condom" is a dirty word, people are suffering and dying because the cures can only be found through extensive stem cell research, rape trials still count "But she's a slut" as a defense, the latest hero is hated by his community because he "ratted out" his fellow soldiers, The Sopranos is a hit TV show but a nipple causes outrage, disagreeing is "un-American," "separate but equal" now translates to "civil unions."
In our world, AIDs only seems to be gathering steam and there's no hope in sight, women are still second-class citizens, people hate because the media tells them to, groups die in the name of a God who said "Thou shalt not kill," we're a global economy but there are third world countries, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Helpless. I feel totally and utterly helpless.
That's sort of sad that this is my first livejournal in probably over a month, and it's pretty depressing. I just never know what to say. Home is nice, I miss college, yadda yadda
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February 28th, 2004
03:54 pm
I had three separate dreams last night, and I don't want to forget them, because they were so weird...
What I think was the first one was probably the weirdest. Aliens had come into my dorm room and were trying to sleep with me and my roomate. But my roomate wasn't Jaimie or Alex or anyone else I knew, it was just some other girl. Anyways, my roomate gave in once she discovered these aliens could morph themselves into looking like anyone you wanted. Hers was the guy who played Mercutio in the newest Romeo + Juliet, and she proclaimed he was an amazing kisser. I was still trying to get my alien away from me. He put his hands on my head and said he could read my mind so he could morph into whoever I wanted to sleep with, so I shoved him away, but he had already turned into Brad Pitt, which was interesting. I remember thinking it over but deciding I still wouldn't sleep with him when the dream ended.
The second dream took place back in Rochester, at the JCC. A bunch of me and my friends were on the stage, and these girls started acting out Light My Candle from Rent, which made me happy, but it kind of turned into a concert, with a whole chorus performing songs from Rent. However, the stage was huge and they only took up one side of it - I was on the other side sitting with Ben and Zach. Zach bet Ben $25 to get up and grab a microphone and yell along and ruin the entire concert and get kicked out. Ben actually did it, and he did get kicked out, and they said that he wasn't allowed to come back and they might fine him, which made him really upset. We all went to our cars and I don't remember whose car I was in but we drove away.
The third dream had something to do with Kat, but it's really vague and I don't remember. She was upset about something and needed to go to the doctor, so I said I would go with her.
Dammit, I know I had another dream in there...I can't remember it anymore. Oh well. I hope nobody actually read all of those. They're stupid.
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February 8th, 2004
11:11 pm - Let's do some math problems, shall we?
$20 Front Row Center Seats to Rent + a hilarious Mark + Roger throwing that table three times + Mimi and Roger sobbing through every scene after Angel died + No Sebastian + Being spit on by Mark twice because we were so close + Collins showering us with saliva throughout all of "I'll Cover You (Reprise)" + Mark making eye contact with me at least twice + Mark and everyone else looking bored and laughing during bad Maureen's song + Those keys almost being dropped on my foot + Meeting the Fordham girls who gave us the scoop on the cast + Mark LIFTING his leg and using the scarf as a prop to masturbate against that table + Mimi not being able to stop laughing during "Happy New Year" + Roger looking like a really good kisser = Babies, babies, babies and one of the best afternoons ever.
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Current Music: Rent - La Vie Boheme
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February 1st, 2004
02:53 pm
( Because I was bored )
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Current Music: Frank Sinatra and Count Basie - Fly Me to the Moon
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January 29th, 2004
12:23 am - No more drama, Mary J!!!
Per Kat's request, an update is being made.
Not much is happening to me right now. That's why I never write in this thing. I never have anything exciting to say.
There is drama on 2A of Weinstein involving criminal assaults, injuries, lawsuits, and the rage of TER3...but enough about that.
I really miss people from home, and I'm sort of afraid they don't miss me back.
But college is fun, and I love everyone around here.
One thing I hate is Drama Queens. And a certain one of my friends is friggin next in line for that throne. This is why MALE FRIENDS are so preferential. So calling all males: please fill out the following form:
Name:
Age:
Location:
Reason why you want to be friends with me:
Rate your coolness on a scale of 1-10, and explain your answer:
Name 4 things you like about me:
Tell me I'm pretty:
Yes or No; are you prepared to recite the daily oath of loyalty to me?:
Chosen contenders will be notified via email. Thank you for participating.
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January 20th, 2004
02:47 pm
Sometimes I forget there are things that people here don't know about me
So I can't really hold stuff against them.
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Current Music: Coldplay - Yellow
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December 5th, 2003
12:57 am
So, a really shitty day turned into a FANTASTIC one with the trip to Times Square, because I saw RENT and it made me want to CRY because it was so good and I had Jeremy Kushnier's babies all night</b>. I want to go see that show every night it is ever performed.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/mely/lemonfaces/bouncy.gif) giddy
Current Music: RENT still playing in my head
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November 24th, 2003
08:19 am
So, I slept a stunning TWO HOURS last night. I'm literally nocturnal now, this is fabulous, if by fabulous I mean horrible and killing my body
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November 12th, 2003
12:32 am
Sometimes I wish that I was the weather
You'd bring me up in conversation forever
And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day
Oh sometimes, I wish that I was a cold beer
I'd rest assured that you would hold me near
I'd be guaranteed to be just what you need
And there could be no other way cause you're so lame
Your tired words are all the same
And I would walk, I would surely walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you
Sometimes, I wish that I was a bong hit
You'd let me in and you would love every minute
And tell the room the things I did to you
Oh and there could be no other way cause you're so lame
Your tired words are all the same
I would walk, you know I'd surely walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you
I see your worry rosy-colored glasses on
Wanna right what I say wrong
I could never have that power over you
Someday I'm gonna pack up and leave this town
I'm gonna get my own things going on
And when I do, I'll forget I'll forget I'll forget
About how you're so lame
Your tired words are all the same
And I would walk, you know I'd walk away
If I wasn't such a sucker for you
I hate when people just do lyrics
College is fun, but I can't wait till Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks
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Current Music: John Mayer - Sucker
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