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Three things I don't understand about my new rugby team:
1. What is this "coach" thing? You mean your captains don't coach you? What?
2. What is this "male coach" thing? Who is this dude telling me what to do?
3. Wait...why are so many of you talking about sleeping with guys? You are rugby players. You are not supposed to be so straight. I don't get it.

Other than that, I am in vast amounts of glorious, glorious, rugby-induced pain, and I am very very happy about my current condition.

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When I went to pay for gas today, the guy at the counter greeted me with "Hello, beautiful." To which I said, "...what?"

"Hello, beautiful."

"Oh. Ok. We're having that conversation. Great."

"You're beautiful, though. Don't doubt yourself."

"Believe me, I don't. Um. Yeah. Thanks for the compliment?"

And then I spent the entirity of the drive to Catherine's yelling at the empty space in my car about it.

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And lastly, if you haven't watched any of it, Wonderfalls is kind of great.
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I was rereading old bookmarks, and I came across this, which is brilliant and wonderful and which I am copy/pasting here in case the original site ever goes down. Read it. Love it.



(The following rant, for lack of a better word, is written by the writer David Eggers... )
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Junior year Liz says: "I want to join the peace corps after college, and I want to learn more languages, and I want to learn them fluently, and I want to be a writer, and I don't want to be living in the United States five years from now."

Junior year Liz is winning.
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Comment and I’ll give you a letter. In your journal, list 10 of your favorite songs that begin with that letter.

From Simon—N:

Napoleon - Ani Difranco
Narcolepsy - Third Eye Blind
Necessary Evil - The Dresden Dolls
Never Let You Go - Third Eye Blind
New Frontier - Counting Crows
Night at the Roses - The Dresden Dolls
Nothing Better - The Postal Service
Norwegian Wood - The Beatles
Not a Pretty Girl - Ani Difranco
Not So Soft - Ani Difranco

This was much harder than I thought. It was almost impossible to come up with 10 songs I liked that started with N, let alone songs that were favorites.
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ROCHESTER WOMEN'S RUGBY EMAILED ME BACK AND THEY START PRACTICE ON TUESDAY AND I AM GOING. GOING. GOING. THERE ARE NOT WORDS TO DESCRIBE MY EXCITEMENT ON THIS. IT SURPASSES MOST EVERYTHING. YES YES YES.

ALSO, I MAY SEE THE COUNTING CROWS ON MONDAY.

ALSO ALSO, I MAY SEE ANI IN SEPTEMBER BEFORE I LEAVE.

ALSO ALSO ALSO, THE UNIVERSE IS BEAUTIFUL AND I AM FULL OF TOO MUCH JOY RIGHT NOW FOR LOWERCASE LETTERS.
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Dear 1, You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me. Too bad I will never be able to say this to you.

Dear 2, I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry. I really don’t. I don’t know how to explain myself better than I all ready have.

Dear 3, If you hadn’t been there, my summer would have been dramatically different. I know I can say that about almost anyone who was there, but really? You kept me from leaving at least once, and I learned so very much from you. Thanks for being my friend.

Dear 4, You’re never going to read this and that’s good, because I’d never be able to actually tell you how flamy you were the last time I saw you. I doubt you’ll ever switch teams, but it cracked me up.

Dear 5, You and I have more contradictory feelings on “the issues” than almost anyone I’ve ever met, and from what I’ve heard, you’re next to convinced that I’m going to hell. Thanks for never saying that to me. Thanks for respecting me. Thanks for being nice to me, even. It completely shocked me. If no one had told me that you felt weird about a lesbian working at camp, I wouldn’t have ever guessed. Thank you for showing me that the Christian right isn’t comprised completely of terrible people.

Dear 6, ...yep. I got nothing.
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I came home from camp Saturday. I'm stronger than I was when I left, physically and emotionally. I'd even go as far as to say it made me a better person, more myself than I've been in a long time. I had an amazing summer. I think that one of the few good decisions I made this last spring was to go back, and I'll stick by that decision no matter how many times I get asked "Are you back from that stupid camp? Why'd you go there anyway?" by people who are named Shades.

I have so much more to say about camp, but that may have to wait until I feel like typing up excerpts from my paper journal. There's just too much to condense into a few generic "I did this and it was good" sentences.



Heads up for people who may not know this but still read livejournal: I'm moving to Turkmenistan on September 29 to teach English with the Peace Corps. I'd like to see you before I leave, if possible. Let me know when you are in the Rochester/Oberlin/Poughkeepsie/Toronto areas, because those are places I'll be between now and then.



Things I am abnormally excited about that were not conveniently available at camp:

TOFU TOFU TOFU. Hummus. Sprouts. Peaches. Most (vegetarian) food, actually. Cooking. Lifting weights. Riding my bike. Rugby (email me back soon please, Rochester rugby team!). Music, particularly inappropriate music. The internet. Sushi. Good coffee. People who were not at camp.
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today I put Caitlin on a bus and I do not know when I will see her again.

it is possible likely that it will not be for another two and a half years.

there is a lot of emptiness in my house now that was not there four hours ago.
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Comment here & I'll...

1 - Tell you why I friended you.
2 - Associate you with something. A fandom, a song, a colour, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.
3 - Tell you something I like about you.
4 - Tell you a memory I have of you.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. (Or else I'll just ask a random question. I reserve that right.)
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
8 - In return, you must spread this disease in your LJ.
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Jefferson Airplane: Don't you want somebody to love?
Tricia: Yes.
Jefferson Airplane: Don't you need somebody to love?
Tricia: Probably.
Jefferson Airplane: Wouldn't you love somebody to love?
Tricia: Yes.
Jefferson Airplane: You'd better find somebody to love.
Tricia: Stop asking all the right questions!
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1. Learn Portuguese.
2. Get my black belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu.
3. Marry Kyra Gracie.
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Last night, I had a dream that I was having recurring dreams of being dismembered and/or violently harmed. So really, I had about six subdreams of violent harm all back-to-back. My subconscious is a big jerk.
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THE HETEROS.

RIPPED.

MY EYEBROWS.

OFF.

FOR SERIOUS.
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A card in the OSCA rolodex under A lists the following entry:

ALLAH --> see God.
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I hate when people post lyrics, but I can't stop listening to this song. Or at least, I can't stop listening to it when I can manage to do so, thanks to a busted computer and a total lack of an iPod or it on CD.

just the thought )
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“What’s your paper about?”
“It’s about heterospecific communication.”
“So that means…communication between straight people?”
“No, Liz. Hetero- means different and -specific refers to species.”
“I really watch The L Word too much.”
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I signed on to facebook just now, and it linked me to this. It's taking entirely too much of my willpower NOT to order it immediately.

Facebook, why do you do this?
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It's good to be happy. It's so good to go to bed at night happy and with a beautiful girl, to wake up happy and with the same beautiful girl, it is good to go through the day with sun pouring through the window and a good feeling sitting in my chest. It's been so long, and it's so amazing to have the answer to "How are you? How was your weekend?" be "I'm good, my weekend was good, I am well, I feel really great," and have it be the truth instead of what I say to deflect further questioning.

Once upon a time, I spat these words at someone: "The thing I hate is that in the end, you get to be happy and I don't." Today, I want to say, "I'm sorry; I get to be happy right now and you don't." Today I don't know how things will end up in the end. Sometimes I am okay with that.

I keep thinking about and arguing about the nature of love, whether or not it is allowed to be obsessive or possesive, what the difference between love and obsession actually is. Right now I am thinking that there is probably a difference and what that difference is probably matters, but I don't care right now. I'm in love, I'm happy, I don't need to analyze it today.
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Today has gone something like this:

"I'm feeling OK, I think...actually, no, WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE OWHEART OWSHIN WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE...hey! Easter chocolate from Mom!"
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