November 2, 2004

I am writing this at 1:48 PM eastern time on Election Day. So, everyone who is legal and registered: VOTE!!!!! Everyone else: pray that Senator Kerry is elected so that we don’t have to deal with President Bush for another four years! I don’t think I could stand that. I live in a battleground state, but my home is in California. Go Cali for Kerry! I’m registered here, so my vote will count for more than it would there, since California is pretty much a Democratic state through and through… except for the whole Schwarzenegger being our Republican governor. Go figure. My boyfriend said that NYC is like that too… Democratic except for their Republican mayors. Shrug. I guess as long as it works out, whatever. Oh, by the by… I have a boyfriend. Just thought I’d let y’all know. He’s sweet and gives excellent back massages. He’s teaching me how to give massages so I can help people with back pain! W00t, go random yet useful skills! And, he likes anime. That’s awesome. Our personal beliefs are more in line with one another than my ex-boyfriend’s and mine. It’s nice not to be arguing all the time. Anyway, I went to all my classes today (all three of ’em!) which, let me tell you, is a serious accomplishment!!! I haven’t been to all three of my Tuesday/Thursday classes in literally a month. I’m working on not failing them. I’ve got one of my four classes (I have one on Monday/Wednesday too) down, no problem… will probably catch a ‘B’ in that one. But the other three… I think I’ll pass two of them, but the fourth… I’m really not sure. I might have to take another MSS (Mind, Self, and Spirit) course, which is a requirement to graduate. I reeeeeeeally don’t want to do that, but we’ll see if I can pull off passing once again. Also, I’ve given up on the idea of double majoring; I can’t even handle the classes I have now very well, much less add THAT kind of pressure onto my schedule. So, I’m majoring in English: Creative Writing and minoring in History. What I’m going to do with that kind of major after I graduate, I don’t know. I can’t think that far ahead without freaking out. Okay: breathe, Eve, breathe. One day at a time. So now I’m off to decide my classes for next semester. Gotta be optimistic, right? Right!

October 2002

October 29, 2002:
IIIII’M BAAAAAACK! Grin. All right, so my computer crashed and I had to wait for it to get repaired… and then we (my family and I) found out that ALL of the memory on the hard drive had been lost, so we all have to start from scratch. Lucky for me, some of my work is on this site. So, I don’t have to start COMPLETELY from scratch. Just mostly. Anyway, I had to save all my HTML files to the new (empty) hard drive before the webhost crashed too. Then, I really would’ve lost everything. So, with that finally finished, I’m free to once again move forward and actually write the HTML, instead of just saving what I already have. All righty… Moving on.

I am a STORY TELLER

I am a natural story teller, and tales unfold in my mind almost without thought. I can entertain myself by reading a book that exists only in my head, which might make me seem distant from people at times.

All right, so I’m worried about on of my friends and I can’t do anything about my worry. Rumour has it that he and his girlfriend (also a friend of mine) are now engaged. That’s fine with me. I’m totally cool. I’m just mad because he won’t talk to me. Last Wednesday was the Fall Concert for the choirs at the school I attend, and he was there. I saw him, said “hi”, walked by him… And HE IGNORED ME! The least he could’ve done was say “hi” back, I mean, COME ON. How hard is that? Earlier, a couple of weeks ago, I sent him a “hey” over an instant message, and he told me he didn’t want to talk to me. It’s fine; I’m down with that. Everyone has their bad days, right? Well, I send him another “hey” today, and he doesn’t reply. The dork. If you’re not going to talk to me, at least TELL me you’re not going to talk to me, so I don’t worry about you anymore, will you? At least be courteous, people, come on. All right, that’s all for now. More later maybe. Grrr.

October 5, 2002:
Hey there, everyone. Eve here… updating as promised. Remember this: I promise to update… I don’t every say or promise WHEN that’ll actually happen. Okay, moving on. I’m listening to “American Woman” by Lenny Kravitz over and over. GRIN. I’ve actually got a lot to say for once. Let me just list it all so I don’t forget. Royal Ball; first issue of The Spartan; missing my college girl; Homecoming dress; sucky GSA meeting. Okay, that’s about it. All I can think of at the moment, anyway. I’ll explain all of those; just give me a sec. First off: the Royal Ball was last evening from 8-11 PM at the Pasadena Conference Center… SO AWESOME! It was like Prom for a hundred schools combined. I saw people I’d have never seen at a dance otherwise. It was so fun. The person I took is the best dancer :::GRIN::: so that made it even better. Hehe… grin. And we got caught on camera because we had such cool dance moves. YES! Hehe, always love to be in the spotlight. Anyways, I got to take home a pumpkin, too, since it was on of the table decorations and we (the attendees) got to take them decorations home after the dance was over. And man, if you want to see hot girls… go to the Royal Ball. There’s so many there, that it’s hard to choose… They’re all so… delicious. Smirk. Okay, I just HAD to say that. Next topic: the first issue of The Spartan came out last Thursday, October 3! Since I’m on my school’s newspaper, that’s really exciting for me. I wrote an article (a book review on the book Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire) and it got in the Features page! YAY! Hehe. Means I’m a good writer. Well, maybe not, but at least better than the other people who didn’t get into this issue. Yay. Okay, now let me add a couple of quizzes for colour, and then I’ll continue with the list of things to talk about.


What Spooky Being are You?



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Next thing… Missing my college girl. Okay, let me explain here… TECHNICALLY, I don’t have a college girl, but I miss her anyway. She’s smart and beautiful and passionate about what she loves and my friend (gotta love that!)… and she has a reasonable head on her shoulders, so to speak. Damn… Makes me wish she were mine. Sigh. Oi, gotta get my head out of the clouds, Eve. But man, does she taste good. Smirk… It’s true though, she does. I pity the fool who’s never kissed her. They’re missing out, to be sure. Totally, definitely missing out. Okay, okay, I’m moving on now. Enough fantasizing. Homecoming dress: I got it from Hot Topic this evening and it’s the greatest. I’ve been to the three Homecoming’s before this one and finally I’ve gotten up the nerve to wear what I want, not just what’s popular, you know? I actually bought two (they were both on sale) and I’m having a hard time deciding which to wear. I think the other’s going to be for Prom, but I’m not sure about that. One’s black… SOMEONE (ahem, “rent-boy”) I know would like it :::grin::: Or at least gawk at it. Not as bad as some of the other clothing I have though, no fear. The other’s dark red and makes me look like I’ve walked out of a faerytale. I think I want to wear the red one to Prom, so that leaves the black one for Homecoming. Hehe. It’s going to be SO fun. I love to dance. Hehe, and it burns calories, too. Maybe I could ask my college girl to Homecoming, as a friend of course (unless she wanted to go as something more) but I’m deathly afraid of getting rejected. Oi, didn’t I say enough with the fantasizing? Okay, more quizzes, then I’ll complete my list with the last thingy.

American Beauty, Symbolism: The Color Red

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Which Lady of Camelot Are You?

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What’s Your Sex Sign?

What was the last thing on the list? OOH yes, sucky GSA meeting. Right. Okay, this is me ranting now, so just beware. Okay, here I go. MY VICE PRESIDENT SUCKS!!!! I’m President of the Gay-Straight Alliance (GSA) at my school, and the VP and I do not get along at all. It’s very bad. I hate pushy people… and guess what? SHE’S PUSHY, DAMNIT! Grrrrrrrrr. Okay, I’m not getting into it because it just makes me mad every time I think about it, so I’m done. Love you all. Except you pushy people. GRRR.