tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211720642011-12-14T21:37:33.637-05:00Well, where do I start? I'm struggling, I suppose, to find out who I am outside of who my parents want me to be, who my friends want me to be, or who my own perfectionist tendencies (totally personified) want me to be. I don't know if this blog will really document my progress in, ahem, coming of age, or if it will just basically be a place for me to vent and blab about nothing. We shall see.Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1171524002166646632007-02-15T02:19:00.000-05:002007-02-15T02:20:02.180-05:00

http://littlemisscloudshine.blogspot.com/

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1151678691664202332006-06-30T09:37:00.000-05:002006-06-30T09:44:51.690-05:00

Our illustrious (soon to be former) governor of New York State is being a big help as usual. He's waiting to request federal aid. Personally, I would think the sooner we could contact FEMA the better. It's not like they're known for their quickness and efficiency is getting help. After all, they're still working on New Orleans.The governor of Pennsylvania isn't waiting. Stupid Pataki.floods,

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1151628211460783882006-06-29T19:39:00.000-05:002006-06-29T19:43:31.483-05:00

Still can't get at my house, but I did snap some pictures.And, as if everything wasn't shitty enough, there's supposed to be more storms and more flooding tonight. Whoopee!Speaking of shitty, the sewage treatment plant is broken. And will be floating in the river. Lovely, truly.floods, weather, pictures

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1151590480884012422006-06-29T08:36:00.000-05:002006-06-29T09:14:40.966-05:00

Um, yeah. Once again, I don't even know where to start. This is not a good year, that's for certain. First my dad dies and now... this.Those of you who know me in real life are aware that last spring my house got flooded. (You can see pictures here.)Well. We got through spring without being flooded again. We mistakenly thought we were in the clear. And then this last week it rained a lot. A ton.

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1151262687133084332006-06-25T13:50:00.000-05:002006-06-25T14:11:27.146-05:00

Yes, it is indeed true. For several days now, my breasts have been peeling off. Just the skin, though, and just at the top of my cleavage, not my nipples or anything drastic. My shoulders are peeling, too. Indeed, I am still suffering the ill effects of last Saturday's sunburn.I don't really have any tales of horror. I just thought the title was fun.I should be working on cleaning my room now. Eh

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1151222491735402892006-06-25T02:57:00.000-05:002006-06-25T13:48:39.826-05:00

I'm pretty drunk right now. Pretty tired, too. I don't know what convinced me it would be a good idea to write in my blog right now, or that I would be able to stay awake long enough to do this task.I think I had something terribly clever I was going to write, but now I can't remember. The chances are slim that I will remember in the morning, then, I'd say. I don't black out or anything, but,

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1151099916369308662006-06-23T16:56:00.000-05:002006-06-23T16:58:49.773-05:00

The last time I updated was Monday. Today is Friday.I really have nothing else to say, except I did update my booklist, and, well, life sucks. Just a tad. Blah.links

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1150768755362478472006-06-19T20:54:00.000-05:002006-06-19T21:00:56.880-05:00

I'm still seriously sunburnt. I'm also B-O-R-E-D. Cait said she wanted to do something tonight, but then she was too tired after babysitting, so now I'm planless. Ah well, the night's still young. And it's not so bad if I stay home and hang out with my mom and my dog. I haven't done that since... last Wednesday.Last night I went over to Cait's and drank and played poker with her, Danelle, Thuc,

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1150658102510259072006-06-18T14:13:00.000-05:002006-06-19T21:02:15.980-05:00

I'm wicked sunburnt. We had a garage sale yesterday, so I was outside most of the day, and I did not wear sufficient sunscreen. Stupid Mar.On the bright side, I did make over $30. Woot.But I'm bright red and in PAIN, yo. Ouch.daily life

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1150483701065550832006-06-16T13:45:00.000-05:002006-06-19T21:04:43.760-05:00

So, I'm trying out a new philosophy. Nothing too intense, just to think positive. Think happy thoughts and good things will happen to you.I'm also trying to not stress about things. To be low key. If I believe good things will happen to me and for me, then there's no need to stress.Implementing this philosophy? We shall see. We shall see.philosophy

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1150353276054769832006-06-15T00:29:00.000-05:002006-06-15T01:36:34.116-05:00

Note: It's been a while since I did this, so the spam had positively become legion in my spam box. Anyway, yes, for your reading, um, pleasure, I present another installment of spam poetry. All spelling and grammar has been left intact. Previous spam poems can be found here and here.unseatOrder status, navy greenWanna have a body like Cindy Crawford?hi, olive gumYou have to decideDiaper

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1150349013435617492006-06-14T23:47:00.000-05:002006-06-15T00:23:33.456-05:00

I have a lot to say, since I haven't blogged in an age. But I don't really want to start with anything too intense tonight. So I'm going to talk about my weight.Oh my god, I'm such a girl. Don't look at me, I'm FAT.But seriously, there is something majorly funky going on with my weight. I'm not normally the type of girl who is obsessive about how much she weighs. I don't weigh myself that

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1148528756082385032006-05-24T22:27:00.000-05:002006-05-24T22:45:56.096-05:00

I'm shocked and disgusted that Taylor Hicks won American Idol. I think he's an affected, obnoxious, untalented phony. Kat McPhee totally should have taken it. Sheesh. And what was up with the results show? Not only did it last forever and a day, but they had all these unnecessary guests. The duet at the end was bittersweet, because Kat totally whipped Taylor's ass vocally and looked absolutely

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1148418068242448452006-05-23T15:57:00.000-05:002006-05-23T16:01:08.256-05:00

It really does suck quite a bit. It seems like everywhere I go and everything I do I'm reminded of my dad or his death. It's the first week of summer classes, things are busy at work, and I feel like shit. I have an ear infection/sinus infection thing. My throat's sore, my ear hurts like hell, and worst of all, my lymph nodes are all swollen making my neck really stiff and sore.I'm writing this

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1148398641469979092006-05-23T10:22:00.000-05:002006-05-23T10:37:21.570-05:00

You heard about the data on 26.5 million veterans being stolen, right? Seriously, what the fuck. If I were a veteran right now, I would be seriously pissed. SERIOUSLY. I mean, you put yourself on the line to protect your country and what do you get? YOUR IDENTITY STOLEN, LIKE IN THOSE FREAKING TV ADS WHERE THE VOICES DON'T MATCH THE BODIES. Those commercials may be funny (my fave is the leather

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1148349509820890372006-05-22T20:44:00.000-05:002006-05-22T20:58:29.843-05:00

I'm attempting to read Roland Barthes for my English class. (I'm taking a summer comp course, which just started today). It's, um, well, interesting I suppose. It's my first experience with his writings, and he's a trip.I'm pretty excited about the class. It's not as boring as I thought it would be (damn gen ed requirements) because I have a really cool prof. I had him before for this college

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1147898602495690512006-05-17T15:28:00.000-05:002006-05-17T15:43:22.513-05:00

More spam poetry!!! Mostly gigantic. ;)Lavishly giganticprofessional giganticprofitable giganticsword fernyour future, salt-incrustedunlimited giganticcommacomplete giganticdumping carsuccessful giganticenormous giganticI'm young, online and nudeassuredlyyour family, spot-leavedstud blockyour future, Barbados maidenhairattract any woman nowdreams funded: by the governmentyour wealth, protein

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1147568806096931182006-05-13T19:57:00.000-05:002006-05-13T20:06:46.110-05:00

So, went canvassing this afternoon. In sneakers I don't usually wear, and apparently had not totally broken in for walking.My feet are a mess of blisters. When I got home my socks were totally soaked with blood. Ewww. And now I cannot freaking walk. I was gonna go downtown tonight, but I think I will just stay at home, watch TV or maybe Chronicles of Narnia on DVD with my madre, and drink fuzzy

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1147499812246043842006-05-13T00:47:00.000-05:002006-05-13T00:56:52.260-05:00

Those z's represent what I should be doing: sleeping. Instead, I am blogging, even though I'm mad tired and could barely stay awake when I was driving home half an hour ago. It's not even that late for a Friday, but I'm totally wiped out because I was out til 4 last night, woke up, went to a lunch/speech with Elliot Spitzer (Spitzer for governor, kids!), mapped out canvasses at work, and then

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1147060900142674642006-05-08T00:25:00.000-05:002006-05-08T00:27:52.950-05:00

I did think of a couple other things.I'm giving away a book. For free!!! (I didn't like it, but who knows, you might.)I put up a new picture in my profile. It's a very sober and serious little self-portrait. (Look at the upper right.)I updated the links in the bar at right. Ooh, ahh, now you can read more blogs I like.This guy totally sounds like someone I would get along with. I attempt to use

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1147060205016980792006-05-07T22:38:00.000-05:002006-05-07T22:50:05.033-05:00

I realize I've been remiss (what an enjoyable, old-fashioned word) in updating lately. I guess I don't have that much to say.The visit to SUNY Albany was nice. It's a gorgeous campus, and seems like a place I would definitely like. Now I just need to call my advisor this week and get back on track at BCC so that I can transfer.I have my period. No fun. No fun at all.I'm working on this giant

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1146685080851922152006-05-03T14:31:00.000-05:002006-05-03T14:38:00.853-05:00

I just got my tuition bill for the two summer classes I'm taking... $708. Wholly guacamole. And the thing is, I'm so overwhelmed by everything with my dad's death and stuff, I don't even know what my academic standing is. My mom and I are going to visit Albany on Friday, but it's like I don't even know if I'll be able to get back into BCC, let alone transfer any time in the next few years. I'm

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1146684536678477722006-05-03T14:21:00.000-05:002006-05-03T14:28:56.706-05:00

Hmm. So I just emptied my spam folder two days ago. But I go to check my email today, and behold! I have 61 new spam emails. Before I delete them, I thought I should save some of the subjects for posterity.Great subjects:flee quickiediabetic armoredexperimentalshame of sex? we can change itchillypenis outskirtshotcakedrawing board basesmentality transplantdoubtarticulateLook at that! It's almost

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1146418123944659032006-04-30T12:24:00.000-05:002006-04-30T12:31:44.283-05:00

When I first saw this, I thought it was a joke. But it's totally, totally not. It's just awesome Republican smarminess. Nicely designed page, though.http://www.scooterlibby.com/I'm so tempted to donate what little money I have to help Scooter Libby be exonerated from the false charges against him. Must... control... mouse... key... am... too... poor... to... help... corrupt...

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1146373288875234002006-04-29T23:52:00.000-05:002006-04-30T00:01:28.893-05:00

It's quite possible that I am more than tipsy right now. But, anyway, while I'm inebriated I thought I'd make a list.Why My Life/I Suck(s):My dad died a month ago on Monday.In spite of my best efforts, I am a bitch about 50% of the time.I am now, apparently, the type of girl who gets drunk and makes friendship-destroying comments after 2 and 1/2 glasses of wine.Even though I'm "smart" my current

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1145997874684570922006-04-25T15:39:00.000-05:002006-04-25T15:44:34.710-05:00

Syphilis makes a comeback in Broome County.I guess now's not the best time to lose my virginity in an unprotected one night stand, eh? Damn. (Just kidding, folks, just kidding.)In other less grody news, I am safely back from Myrtle Beach. I had a good time, in spite of everything.I'll be back with a fuller entry later today.local news, Broome County, STDs, syphilis

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1144976975944493632006-04-13T20:03:00.000-05:002006-04-13T20:09:35.956-05:00

I still am at a loss for words. It's hard, since I've always defined myself so much as a writer, and words are such an important part of my identity. All I can do is stare at the blank page. Nothing comes out.Grief has robbed me of my voice.Eh. Anyway, my mom and Cordelia and I are holding up okay. I'm leaving tomorrow night for a much needed vacation. I'm off to sunny warm Myrtle Beach for

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143957836117582512006-04-02T00:56:00.000-05:002006-04-02T01:03:57.176-05:00

My dad is dead. He died sometime early Friday morning of a heart attack. He wasn't sick, there were no signs, there was no warning. He just didn't wake up. It's been almost 42 hours, and I can write those words, but that is about all I can write. Those of you whom I know in real life I have probably talked to on the phone or seen and told you the details. Otherwise, I will write more when I can,

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143728561836662602006-03-30T09:17:00.000-05:002006-03-30T09:24:51.273-05:00

Owego man re-elected after name drawn from hat.And people ask why I want to be in politics for a living!Seriously, though, drawn from a hat? That just seems so.... arbitrary. And old-fashioned, too, obviously. If I were one of those candidates (especially the one who lost, lol) I would be pissed off. The candidate who lost is actually a 21-year-old young woman. Yay for young people running for

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143667769436803492006-03-29T16:03:00.000-05:002006-03-29T16:31:25.166-05:00

I'm feeling much better today. If one defines one's moods in Simon and Garfunkel songs (as I often do, if you've seen Can You Imagine Us Years From Today? ), yesterday I was very "I Am A Rock" with hints of "The Only Living Boy in New York" and today I'm moving more towards (though not quite reaching) "Feelin' Groovy."The weather's gorgeous again. I did some of my makeup biology work outside on

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143571873739065122006-03-28T13:47:00.000-05:002006-03-28T13:54:31.920-05:00

This is very discouraging. The sun is shining. It's warm. Spring is here. But I feel like shit still. Physically, and moreover, emotionally, I'm just a wreck. I don't know what I want, I don't know how to do what I need to do, I don't know what's wrong with me, I don't know fucking anything.I'm basically this mess of anxiety and depression, and no wonder my stomach is killing me, it's probably

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143533161612413902006-03-28T03:04:00.000-05:002006-03-28T03:07:28.906-05:00

I couldn't sleep, so I filled out this quiz that Lyd had on her blog. It's pretty cool, I think.Now I must try to sleeeeep.quizzes

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143487538603710752006-03-27T14:18:00.000-05:002006-03-27T14:25:38.606-05:00

Okay so I had two little posts about my interest in medical marijuana, and in one I mentioned Vicodin in passing, and now my Google Ads have decided I'm a total strung out junkie/druggie/drain on society and all the ads are about going to rehab or buying Vicodin online. Sheesh! The SHAME.

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143484289832457232006-03-27T11:55:00.000-05:002006-03-27T13:31:29.953-05:00

This will probably only interest Lydia and myself. Mr. Hyland's sister, who writes an opinion column for the Press & Sun Bulletin, had a piece in today's paper entitled, The future is present at Seton CC. Now, of course, the title dragged me in. Seton? The future? Two phrases rarely heard together except, of course, for the ever-popular "Seton has no future unless you GIVE MONEY, ALUMNUS, EVEN IF

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143341594660852862006-03-25T21:33:00.000-05:002006-03-25T21:53:15.836-05:00

Okay. That pot was really much better than I gave it credit for. It's like today, I was okay for the morning, but it's an absolutely miserable day, damp and rainy and yucky (our canvas was cancelled, the weather was so bad) and this kind of weather always makes the pain about a thousand times worse. I can barely type my hands hurt so bad.I've been doing all this research on the internet, and it

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143334067301617682006-03-25T19:40:00.000-05:002006-03-25T19:47:48.446-05:00

As originally linked to by Lydia: Armless man caught speeding in NZ. It's funny and weird and just wow. Only in New Zealand, huh? Damn, I want to go there.Speaking of the world at large, now would be an excellent time for you to place a pin on my guest map if you're reading this. Go to the sidebar at the right, where it says "Sign my Nifty Guest Map" and click on the button that says "Click here-

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143269160671046872006-03-25T01:36:00.000-05:002006-03-25T01:46:00.686-05:00

I had pot for the first time tonight at a party. It was... different. Okay. I didn't have any mind blowing experience where I like communed with the chair I was sitting on or was transported to a different plane or anything. I don't know. I think, in general, I like drinking better.I'm still a little high, I think. Roxy drove, so I didn't have to worry about driving or anything. One thing I will

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1143159656799155042006-03-23T19:15:00.000-05:002006-03-23T19:20:56.813-05:00

Florida high school students may pick majors. Jesus. Most of my friends and I who are in college have trouble deciding on and sticking to a major. When I was a freshman in high school, I don't even remember what I wanted to be... a teacher? I don't know. Jeb says that this will let kids be more prepared for college and make students more interested in classes... why don't they just make classes

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1142782639160951332006-03-19T10:20:00.000-05:002006-03-19T10:37:19.190-05:00

So I read this article about how they've found evidence for the Big Bang, and I thought it was awesome, so I'm linking it. I don't understand most of the details because I'm not a very science-y type of gal, but I understand the basics, and they're freaking cool.There was something else I was going to write about now, but I can't really remember. Once again, more on my trip coming sometime later

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1142747437783011452006-03-19T00:49:00.000-05:002006-03-19T00:51:25.923-05:00

I'm back in Binghamton safely. Full details and various observations from my trip to come soon! Meanwhile, a silly little quiz:Your Personality ProfileYou are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.You tend to be always smiling - and making others smile.You are shy and intelligent... and a very hard worker.You're also funny, but many people

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1142482691150289712006-03-15T23:16:00.000-05:002006-03-15T23:18:11.163-05:00

I'm off to NYC and Long Island for Spamalot, the St. Paddy's Day parade, and various other festivities. Should be back Saturday night, but I'm probly goin to be a zombie, so you probably won't hear from me until Sunday or later.Have a good weekend, all!

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1142398223748290692006-03-14T23:39:00.000-05:002006-03-14T23:50:23.763-05:00

Well, no not really. But I posted about it, over at Can You Imagine Us Years From Today. Now I'm trying to think of an appropriately deep question to ask Lydia Marie.I went to get acupuncture tonight and am feeling much better--- I was very achy and cranky (damn fibromyalgia).I'm so excited! Day after tomorrow I'm going to the city! Wooohoo. We're going to see Spamalot on Broadway Thursday night,

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1142241352640266892006-03-13T04:08:00.000-05:002006-03-13T04:15:53.123-05:00

This video is hilarious. And also very, very, very wrong. I first saw it on Jesus' MySpace (which you should totally check out for more sacreligious fun) and now I am obsessed. OBSESSED!Without further ado, here it is... the Jesus "I Will Survive" music video. Follow me down the fiery road to hell!I will probably watch that about twenty more times before I fall asleep!video, funny, sacreligious,

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1142196383155115532006-03-12T15:23:00.000-05:002006-03-12T15:46:23.203-05:00

I first saw this as a feature on ABC News the other night. It's fucking bullshit. You can watch the webcast here... it's later on in the show (about 9 to 9:30 min. in), but it's totally worth it to see how completely full of crap this guy is, and these people are. You can read a version of the ABC story here, by an AP reporter, which is what ran in our local paper the next day (I was gonna link

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1142187311143687912006-03-12T13:03:00.000-05:002006-03-12T13:15:11.176-05:00

For those of you who don't believe me when I say, "Invest in a meth lab!" or "Greater Binghamton's future is in meth!" Here's an article from today's paper. I wanted to link to an even better article, but the Press & Sun online only goes back 7 days, and after that you have to pay, which is a bee-yatch. The one I wanted to link to was all about how they busted this lady in Barton and then they

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I almost forgot: I finally got up all of the pictures from my fabbity-fab 21st birthday party up here. photos, birthday, parties, 21stt birthday party

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So it's been forever and a day since I updated. I don't know where to start! Hence, I've decided, before I get to the meat and potatoes updates on my life and thoughts, to link you to an article I read in the paper this morning that really touched me. I know that sounds sarcastic, but seriously!NV students keep bus from hitting building; driver struck by fatal heart attackIt's just really

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Fucking fuckity fuck. I hate my body sometimes. Seriously. Why can't I just have a healthy, normal body with a nice, high immune system? That would be tres nice. But no, instead I have this piece of crap.I was at the mall with Roxy yesterday when I started having really bad pains in my side. Rox drove me home, and when I got home, I laid down and rested and then my parents insisted that I had to

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It's been a while sine I updated, at least with anything meaningful. I guess I'll start by alerting y'all (if anyone reads this except for Lyd, lol) that Miss Lydia and I have started an awesome new blog, Can You Imagine Us Years From Today?, which is basically an ongoing dialogue between us.I really wanna get a pro account at flickr, so that I can have more photos sets and upload more pictures

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I'm tipsy. Okay, I'm more than tipsy, I'm at least a little bit drunk. I had something deep and meaningful that I was going to write, or at least insightful, but I am too drunk. I think I need to go to sleep now. Dude, I remember that I'm mad at my parents for not letting me sleep over at my friend Ryan's, but I don't know what else I was going to write. I'm trying very hard to write this, it's

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I'm feeling very icky tonight emotionally. Just lonely and unloved and cranky and sad. I think I just need to sleep. If I don't sleep, I might cry. It's weird, because in general, things have been going so much better for me. And I'm on Paxil, now, too! I'm not supposed to feel like this anymore. Rationally, I know I'm not ugly or mean or unlikable or unpopular, but irrationally, I feel like I am

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I'm having a horrible allergy attack. I have to be up to BCC in like 20 minutes to meet with my bio prof to start making up all this stuff from last semester. I just hope I can stop sneezing long enough *insert sneeze* to take my quizzes. I'm like a walking ball of snot that explodes every 5 minutes.allergies

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Hmm, right, I have a feeling I will be writing mucho about my birthday for the next week or so until I get it all out. (Uncomfortable vomiting metaphor that would not have worked for me yesterday, lol.)Heres a list of my gifts:iPod nano (from the parental unit)Book Lover's Trivial Pursuit (also from the 'rents)Strawberry Shortcake sheets (Mommy and Daddy gave me those, too!)various collections of

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I'm so hungover right now. Seriously. I'm never drinking again. Oh my God. Okay, I'll probably be drinking again, but wow in the hungoverness. I had a good time though and I think (and hope) everyone else did too. It's hard to judge how much fun everyone else had because I was so wasted myself.Sleeping now.hangovers, parties, birthday, alcohol

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It's my 21st birthday, booya!!! I'm off to go drink myself into a stupor. Lol, that won't be happening until tonight, when the big festivities kick off. I will be spending the day cleaning my casa, buying alcohol, and other mundane tasks. But duuuudes... I'm twenty-one!!!!It's my birthday, bitches!, My 21st birthday! Which means I can legally imbibe!!!

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Obviously, they're wrong! We've had the first meth lab death in New York state. That's something we can brag about, right? *eyeroll*Now, I was wondering how this could happen right in the city of Binghamton, but then I saw it was on Conklin Ave, and sure enough, it's way out near the outskirts, towards, well Conklin and PA. Although there was a big bust in JC a while ago, which is more urban as

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I feel like shit. Blaaargh. Seriously. I don't know if it's just my period or if I have some kind of bug on top of it. I haven't actually gotten my period yet, but I'm really tired but can't sleep, am throwing up all over the place, can barely pee although it feels like I have to pee all the time, have a headache the size of fucking Russia, cramps, diarrhea, and a fever of 100.I'm dyyyyying. I

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I can't sleep. Probably because I consumed so much chocolate, coffee, and Dr. Pepper to make it through today. I was wrong earlier; not only does Valentine's Day suck, but so does THE ENTIRE WORLD. I don't really feel like explaining myself now, except to say that a) I'm alone on fucking Valentine's Day, b) I'm a virgin who's never been in love and is turning twenty-fucking-one on Saturday, and c

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Or rather, Happy Fucking Valentine's Day. No, no, I'm okay with Valentine's day even though I'm single. When else can you wear my two favorite colors, red and pink together, and not look like a clashing freak?So I hope all of you, whether you have romance in your lives or not, are having a pleasant V-Day.Valentine's Day

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Wow. Really makes you wonder, doesn't it? Lol. This is a picture my friend Mike took of my now-infamous bruise. I got it at Shawn's Super Bowl party when Shelly accidentally kicked me (really hard, obviously) into the fireplace (which was like made out of stone).This was taken at bowling on Thursday, so it was like 4 days after the incident.I don't what's most disturbing about this picture: a)

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Cheney Accidentally Shoots Fellow Hunter.Fucking A, man. Fucking A. Also, holy shit.The guy (some fricking millionaire friend) is apparently okay. Cheney's people didn't disclose anything about the "incident" until today, when it happened yesterday.Just wow. We need better gun control to keep the guns away from people like Cheney! If he's accidentally shooting millionaires and missing the quails,

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Blame Lydia, but my blog now has ads. Yay? Hopefully I can make some money, although I doubt I'll make that much, but as Lyd said, anything's better than nothing since I'm just a poor college student/intern.Speaking of Lyd, I'm going to visit her in Syracuse tomorrow/today (since it's 1:33 in the morning as I type this) and we're going to get hot outfits for my big 21st birthday bash next week.

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If you can't read the scanned version (I tried to enlarge it), you can read the article online at pressconnects.com. This is from yesterday's paper, and I was totally gonna post it last night, but then I didn't have the time. Anyway, fascinating local news.I don't know what amuses me more: a) that these driveby slingshot attacks went on for seven fucking years, b) that they never suspected the

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So, those of you who read this regularly, or talk to me a lot, probably know that I'm working on my masterpiece--- my ultimate blog analysis/response to last week's State of the Union. It's taking a while, though, as all great art does.This? Did not take forever, and therefore is probably not great art. I doodled it in like 5 minutes while I was on hold the other day at work. Hal and Leigh Ann (

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I think this is cool. I sent it to Danelle via email, because her lifelong dream has been to become a carny. Then I thought, I should share it with my loyal readers (lol, I guess that's just Lydia). But yes, if I suddenly disappear, you now know where I've gone... I've joined the carnival!carnivals, newspaper clippings

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So I started my novel. I've got 1,296 words. Out of 50,000. Still, it's a start. 1,296 / 50,000(2.6%) On tomorrow's schedule: doctor's appointment, therapy, a trip to the DMV to renew my driver's license, dinner at Brothers Two with Mrs. Spitzer (hee, not just me and her obviously, it's like an event), more novel, plus me working on my State of the Union post. Phew! I'd better get my

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Hee, so I was talking to Danelle online, and this is a verbatim conversation. I find it brilliant. ;)bookishpiglet: apparently there's this book that i want to read where this woman dressed like a man for like three months and had a prosthetic penis and found out what it was like to be a man... sounds fascinatingwhoanelly144: wow, did people really think she was a manbookishpiglet: i guess!

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So I set out to find myself, and gosh darn it, I think I just might have succeeded. I'm at least making significant progress. It's like I was seeking Marcia, the real Marcia, and I was looking and looking until I almost gave up and all of a sudden, BAM, there she was!I love my internship, I'm thinking about politics as a career, and I've been looking at Suny Albany's website. I want to transfer

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1138473828014878502006-01-28T13:38:00.000-05:002006-01-28T19:08:36.090-05:00

A list of random things that make me happy:Good TV (Buffy, Angel, Lost, Veronica Mars, Battlestar Galactica)Atrociously bad TV (MTV reality shows, American Idol, What Not to Wear)Trips to the libraryCoffee (esp. gingerbread lattes when they are in season, which is sadly not all year *sniff*)Books, books, books!Cordelia, who is the most beautiful dog in the world!My friendsAlcohol (because I'm a

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I don't know if anyone's reading this yet but me, but I don't care, yo! I think I need to be my biggest fan right now, anyway. Self-esteem land, here I come!So what's up since I last posted? Basically I have a totally crap immune system. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I spent so sick I was unable to move. You know sinus infection, cough, green snot, ears infected, the works. Then I finally

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1138080012642027192006-01-24T00:13:00.000-05:002006-01-24T00:20:14.990-05:00

My dog is the cutest thing ever. She's totally jealous of my laptop. If I lie in bed with my laptop on my stomach or propped up on my knees, she'll cry and lay her head across the keyboard and put her little paw on my hand to stop me from typing. Then I have to pet her until she's satisfied. I'm eventually allowed to go back on the computer, but when I do she gives this big sigh and curls up next

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Turns out that my stuffiness yesterday was just allergies, as usual. I feel fine in the nose and sinus area now, but then I woke up today with a horrible stomach ache and I could hardly pee and I felt like I was going to throw up all over the place. (Sorry for the TMI!) I was very confused because I stayed home last night like a good girl, playing with Cordy and watching Battlestar Galactica (

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1137769585635551612006-01-20T09:59:00.000-05:002006-01-20T10:07:17.896-05:00

I went out last night with my friends. We drank and then we went to a club and danced and then we went to Denny's. It was a pretty typical, fun night. But I woke up this morning and I don't feel good at all. I think I'm totally sick. I don't mean hung over sick, either, although I certainly drank enough for that to be a possibility, but actually sick, probably with a cold. My nose is all stuffed

Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16584799949522091359noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172064.post-1137621853723984892006-01-18T16:50:00.000-05:002006-01-18T17:28:26.043-05:00

Basically, I'm lost in the darkness. As my therapist says, "I'm in the dark night of the soul." Which I think I might originally be from Revelations (damn Catholic schooling and my freakish knowledge of the Bible) but I asked her and she wasn't sure, and I, of course, am too lazy to go searching through the attic for a Bible and look it up. (Do they have the Bible online? Oh, I'm sure they must

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