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| NEW FACEBOOK ACCOUNT.WELL, HELLO. :D
I made a Facebook account after many exams and many hard earned "wahoos!" over the week.
I'm Alysia there so you can find me easily. :) Those of you that mentioned accounts- I've tried to locate you and send you friend requests.
For everyone else whom I may have not been able to find or has an account! :
ADD ME ADD ME ADD ME. D:<
Cheers!
Alysia
Edit: It's been 20 Days?! Wth. Damn- I've got to work on this punctuality thing. ._.
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| It's almost..Spring?Hmmmm......
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...................
There's nothing new going on. ._.
I wish I had more to say here.
I'm making a Facebook account this week. >_> I want to be able to see what's going on with y'all and what all the commotion with the site is about.
I should probably close this place too, in all honesty- but the sentimentality-factor is keeping me from pressing the delete button just yet.
Life goes on as it always has, and I'm watching the new administration (government) carry out its business with a renewed interest; much more so than before.
I'm a lot happier these days.
We should all get together and do...something. Internet correspondences are....lacking...
Like...at a mall or something.. :o
-Alysia
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| Welcome 2009Hey- does anyone still use these things? o_0
If so: Merry Christmas/ New Year/ Holiday!
Sorry for not get back to you sooner- 2008's been a crazy year for me. (But really, what year hasn't?)
For a long time, I was debating over whether to just delete this blog or start a new one entirely; I haven't really come up with a solution to the problem yet. Not only because this blog is outdated- but because I also associate it with a completely different time of life (for me, that is)- and all the emotional baggage that went with it.
Part of that emotional- whosawhatsits' ( and my extended 'leave of absence', so to speak) was the place where I'd previously lived and hubbub that went on while I was there.
If you remember my late(?) senior year, you might have been aware of fraction of the problem already.
Suffice to say: it wasn't pretty and I came bowling out of it with a huge bout of depression.
To cope with that, I tried various methods over the years: extreme dieting, religious studies, self-help- the works. Chief among those methods, however, was sheer avoidance of anything and everyone that reminded me of the source of that depression. Unfortunately, former friends and various aquaintences were the casualties of this decision.
Time went on and I did nothing but brood and brood about what had happened. Gradually, I came to the realization that shutting everyone out was not the solution to the problem.
So here I am.
And I'd like to extend an apology to whoever's felt hurt or ignored by my behavior.
Doubtless, some bonds may been withered by my prolonged silence, but I hope what remains of those relationships are salvageable. And for what its worth, I'd like to repair those freindships during the coming year.
-A.
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| No Cannoli
I looked up and I realized that I had not said anything in about a month.
Time passes by as quickly as ever.
I've settled into my new college routine this semester, but I'm still pretty bored creatively. I don't think I've drawn anything seriously in nearly a year. It's...incredible really- how school manages to siphon everything out that's not work-related.
In fact, it's gotten to the point where I've begun to spy on the Art department. In plain sight, of course.
"What's going in that classroom?"
"I wonder if anyone is better than me?"
"The abstract art in the gallery is really awful, I hope this isn't the only thing the professor teaches."
Those are a couple of thing that have been running through my head since last year.
We have three floors in the main Liberal Arts building, and all of the English, Literature and Humanities are housed there. The second floor of this building a hub that connects Science and Math building to the other half of the campus. This hub is the "gallery" of sorts that I'm referring to- where most of the student art work is concentrated.
Picture the big, glossy dobs of circles and the striated lines that you usually see in business offices and internal medicine centers. Long, muted canvases of blotchy landscapes and primary colors.
Whenever I pass by them, they always install this sense of inner-emptiness and melancholy because they lack human or recognizable subjects. Really terrible fare.
I'm hoping I can change that gallery by next semester, or at the very least, make it a bit sunnier. Everyone seems to be depressed enough without them now that the first and second batch of test scores are starting to roll in. The on-again, off-again cold weather isn't helping much, either.
I'm as unfocused and lazy as ever. And I can't help but think that I'll slip into the future just easily as I've slipped into every other stage of my life life- unhurried and rather bored.
I'm going to change this layout. Just you wait...
After 6 long years, I think it's time I moved on.
Internet cake for everybody.
RJD2- 1976 (hip-hop)
"I saw a lady falling, I'm sure now."
Tokyo Police Club- Nature of the Experiment (indie rock)
"We've got our tracks covered thanks to your older brother. It's not the moonlight that sets me off..."
I Was a Teenage Satan Worshipper- Go Home, Pandatron (electropop-dance)
"I know it's all in my head these days..."
The Birthday Massacre- Nevermind (industrial rock)
"Now, in smaller spaces- careless, lust-intoxicated; away from prying eyes and rabid smiles (and everything's shattering)."
Celldweller- Stay With Me (Unlikely) (industial rock)
"Though some say I will heal over time, it doesn't seem too likely."
Kagrra- Kamikaze (alternative rock-fusion)
"Damasu fukou yori damasareru hou ga shiawasesa. Kiben makichirasu mina de hako no mukou watteru..."
Apostle of Hustle- Energy of Death (indie rock-experimental)
"Calm the south: a drug, a deep memory... Well, we vowed to end our mother's misery..."
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