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2/2/09 02:43 am

nyu has a minor that is business of entertainment, media and technology?! OH. horray! it is joint stern-steinhardt-tisch?! yay!

1/19/09 11:07 pm

i am happy.

i think i can actually say that.

not like with every aspect of my life, but overall i'm pretty content and i'm excited for what's to come.

sleeping more than 4 hours a day helps a lot too :|

also, i HATE heidi and spencer pratt with a passion. firey hatred. they have done ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. nothing! and just make money taking staged paparazzi pictures. ew ew they aren't even that good looking.


1st class of spring semester starts tomorrow... i have an 8am :(

12/22/08 12:49 pm

-okay so after reading a lot of freud for my essay, i have come to the conclusion that facebook is pretty much the digital representation of the ideal ego
-seeing chock yesterday made me a very proud mommy
-i am in love with evan and jaron (lowenstein lolz)
-i want to get a new summer internship
-i have to finish this 20 page essay!!!!!!!

12/17/08 05:24 pm

we are getting an 18 pack of beer...
that means me and matt can have 8 and you can have 2.

12/11/08 12:33 am

alright well this was the poem i was supposed to recite today:

There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air

in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you

let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates


12/7/08 10:32 pm

good things don't happen to those who wait
nothing happens to those who wait

11/30/08 08:55 pm

okay so i have to find poems for me to memorize and i came across this:

The turtle who
walked so long
and saw so much
the turtle
who ate
from the deepest
the turtle who swam
for seven centuries
and knew
the turtle
the heat
and cold,
sunrays and waves,
the yellow
with severe
and feet for catching prey,
the turtle
to sleep
and didn't know it.
So old
that he kept
getting harder,
he quit
loving the waves
and became rigid
like a clothing iron.
He closed
the eyes which
had defied
so much
sea, sky, time and earth,
and went to sleep
among the other

11/30/08 02:06 pm

so this was a good break
it was weird being home for a while, and seeing how NOTHING has changed really.
i saw mostly everyone that i wanted to see.
i kind of caught up on sleep which was nice
my parents have been arguing on where they are going to put this new tv they bought for the entire vacation
i drove
like at home, i have to think of people at college as my friends and like thats all. i am still kind of tentative about stuff because i am not sure what people think of me, but i cant really care anymore. whatever
it will be nice to do christmasy things
i am going to go to more jhp stuff
i am still tired
i want to go back to the city
it is awesome that i will have my dorm open during winter break.. and have 4 people sleep there no problem if i wanted to.

to do:
read notes of a native son
aural hw
read for lit theory
dance report on the 30s
diction essay
practice scales
go over words
make sure i have a good copy of song
3 vocal production lectures
get gifts
secure community service times
paper on subjugation of women in rap
memorize poem(s)
outline lit theory paper

11/30/08 02:04 pm

The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot

Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

A penny for the Old Guy


We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

11/27/08 10:05 pm

i am SO PROUD of britney spears.
and i can't wait for her documentary thing ahhh
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