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Kyle Busch just won me $100. Woot. I hate that guy, but I love that everytime I have him, he wins me $100. |
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| The first 24 hours in Quito---I have missed keyboards that can do THIS--çççççç¡¡¡¡¡¡¿¿¿¿¿ññññ. BIEN. |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|03:54 pm] |
Ecuador smells like Mexico. I really like it!!!
Ok, yeah I didn´t die on a plane. I know several of you lovely flisters are saying ¨I told you so.¨ ^^;;;
So! What´s up so far? I met up with the staff people last night and we all went dancing at a nice club in our travel clothes and hiking boots. Hi-larious. We also met some hippies from Chili and a rock out session was had. I spent today with a few other staff kids, climbing all around Quito. The mountains are amazing, and the people are great. Also cheap mango juice again--I´m a fan!!! What little spanish I have has come back so fast it´s crazy. My new found people are slowing down, but the altitude hasn´t hit me...YET. Heeee. In about an hour we have our first staff meeting, and I´m really hoping I get assigned to survey or dealing with things I understand, like soil samples or artifact analysis. I´m concerned cause I never really have opened units on my own before, let alone taught someone how to do it (Mostly worked in the basement at Stratford). so I´ve got my fingers crossed that they don´t assign me to teach students about THAT aspect. Nerves. I always haz them. And did I mention VOLCANOS?¿?¿??¿?¿?¿??¿?¿?¿? Hee. I MUST HIKE THEM ALL. ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) oompa_monkey, I demand to hike them with you someday!!! :D
Anyhizzles. I miss you all and hope you had exciting and lovely 4th of July extravaganzas!!! Tomorrow we bus out to the town who´s name I can´t spell, and I think we´ll get our first glimps of the site! SKREE.
BIEN!!!! |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|11:05 pm] |
Went to Colonial Beach with Dad, Jesse, and Matt.
I felt pretty crappy most of the day, so boo to that.
Had lunch at Wilkerson's (?). It was alright. Expensive, and not a great selection.
When we got the beach it was pretty hot, but it cooled down eventually.
Really cool, actually.
We ended up sitting in the truck through a thunderstorm for about 45 minutes.
Coincidentally, as we were walking to the truck, we saw Uncle Mike and Aunt Sheryl parked right next to us.
We think we heard a tornado siren, and it freaked us out.
Eventually it stopped storming and we went back to the beach for fireworks.
They were pretty good. About 15 minutes long, and they were RIGHT ABOVE US. Seriously, it was raining ash and my neck hurts from looking directly up.
Traffic wasn't bad getting out.
Now I'm home. And cold and dirty. And my scum of a sister just got in the shower. Boo to her. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|06:13 pm] |
how much is wasted in worrying about entirely stupid things.
3 or 4 hours this afternoon browsing craigslist looking
at apartments. it is very frustrating. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|11:29 am] |
Happy Fourth of July.
Supposed to be my favorite holiday of the year.
But I'm in a bummy mood.
Feel sick.
Billy made it to the beach safe and sound, thankfully. I have no faith whatsoever in Steven's truck. He was supposed to call me when he got there so I could stop worrying, but he didn't call me until this morning. I was mostly asleep, so I couldn't enjoy it.
I don't know what the plans are for today. Dad was talking about going to Colonial Beach. I guess that would be fun, but it's so hot. And I seriously can't take being in a car with Jesse's boyfriend for 45 minutes. HE'S ALWAYS FUCKING HERE AND NEEDS TO GET HIS OWN LIFE.
I'm gonna take some meds, and go back to bed. |
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| glitteroverdose, I'm posting a photo! |
[Jul. 4th, 2008|10:59 am] |
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probably not my usual photo style, but i just liked the colors.
Camera :: Nikon D200
Lens :: Nikkor AF 50mm f/1.8 D
Settings :: 50mm, iso 100, f/2.5, 1/640th sec |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|09:19 am] |
I have another new student now too. That makes three new kids, or $375 I wasn't expecting to get this month. Thats amazing.
Adrian is coming sometime today. My parents are coming over sometime and we are going to eat breakfast and then walk around downtown looking at the craft show. It is tradition now, even if we rarely buy anything. Then who knows what is happening. Probably just hanging out at home for awhile. All I know is that for some reason I was super tired last night. My head hurt really badly and I fell asleep around 8 so I woke up at 630 this morning and I am hungry now. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|12:41 am] |
Yay, girl time.
MyAshley came over with some Ben & Jerry's after her class. We chilled and ate and watched Dance Crew and random TV shows.
It was nice to see her.
I have a headache. And I feel kind of feverish. I think I'm getting sick. Gross. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2008|04:30 am] |
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"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."
^_^
You know how it works, ya'll. If I die on a plane, don't say I never said I loved ya!
ETA-6:30 PM Destination-Quito Ecuador! |
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| Finally A Voice! |
[Jul. 3rd, 2008|08:43 pm] |
I had the honor of speaking to some of the top SI experts in the world this week. I was asked to come and speak in order to share my story and field questions about aspects of SI that remain misunderstood.
In many ways, I feel like my life has come full circle. For most of it, I have felt like I didn't have a voice. I couldn't articulate what I was feeling and few in my life seemed interested in finding out. (That's my perception!) I coped with life the best way I knew how and allowed my body to speak what my mouth could not.
But once I decided to break the silence and speak out about SI and its impact in and on my life, things started to change. Maybe it was me or those around me, but I finally felt like I had a voice. This voice first manifested itself in the writings my therapist asked me to do, and then in my book, and now, as I demonstrated this week at Harvard, an actual voice.
People who struggle with SI need to know that there are researchers all over the world working to understand where SI urges come from, how they are triggered and manifest themselves, and what can be done to break this cycle.
Listening to these top researchers and therapists stand up and present some of their findings validated much of what (as an injurer), I have known all along. What does this mean?
I am not alone.
I am not a freak.
I am not a hopeless case doomed to struggle with SI forever.
There are literally, and I mean literally, millions of people on the planet who struggle with SI.
All races.
Both genders.
All socio-economic status'.
Rural.
Urban.
Educated.
Non.
So many different kinds of people bound by a behavior science does not yet fully understand.
But I have full hope that one day we will.
In an effort to "plug some holes" and add a "personal perspective", I was brought in to share what my life as an injurer was like. How this behavior first started, what it felt like, what it did to me and how my SI helped me to cope with life. I talked about urges and their power. I talked about emotions and their intensity.
And I talked about the desperation that comes when you feel like you are all alone struggling with something you do not understand and cannot share with anyone else for fear of reprisal.
The room was completely silent.
People were literally hanging on my every word and I finally felt like I had a voice.
A real voice.
And people were listening to it.
This week I believe I had the chance to give a voice to the millions who may not have found theirs yet. I tried to use it to explain the value and urgency of continuing to study SI.
I assured people in the room that all of their diligence was for people like me. And I thanked them for believing enough in me to help me figure out why I am the way I am.
My hope?
That one day conferences like this are a thing of the past.
That SI has been de-coded.
People will be identified and treated as early as possible.
And that no one will ever have to feel, for one moment, as alone and shame-filled as I have my whole life.
I no longer feel like I need my body to speak for me. It has taken me many years, but I finally feel like I have a voice.
We all do.
Search for it. Believe in its power. Use it to change your life in a positive way.
I never imagined where this journey would take me. But it makes me excited for those just starting their journey and knowing what their lives too will be forever changed just as mine has been.
One voice at a time this world is changing. |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2008|08:19 pm] |
http://persephassa.com/inkybloaters/ | notebook
a cover/rewriting of a text i'm proofreading.
it's a prose autobiography of a woman
who tries to commit suicide twice.
i've read up to the first attempt;
she's in love with a man who is too beautiful
(where men should not have beauty,
her friend tells her, & he's portrayed as being really effeminate and
her love of him and his good looks is quite interesting)
& who rejects her, or they have some
sort of misunderstanding, and so she's totally sad.
she takes a large dose laudanum and has thoughts
vague in manner, "and confused, but pleasant
in their nature and impression."
after doing the quaker biography of the
missionary in africa this book is like a fun fest.
the narrative is done through a remembrance
of a plantation owner in cuba, and there are
lots of lovely descriptions of odd foods,
like pastes served on rose petals and parrots
cooked in pastry and birds of the forest kept
frozen in snow (okay, those are in canada).
the same author wrote a book called
Zophiël, or the Bride of Seven, which
is from a narrative in the book of tobit
about
"a young woman named Sarah who prays for death in despair. She has lost seven husbands to the demon of lust -- Ashmodai (a demon later frequently associated with homosexuality) who abducts and kills every man she marries on their wedding night before the marriage can be consummated. God sends the angel Raphael, disguised as a human, to heal Tobit (he was blinded by bird droppings that fell in his eyes) and to free Sarah from the demon."
i wonder if it's up for proofing, too. |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2008|08:34 pm] |
Boo.
Billy's probably halfway to Nags Head right now.
I went to his house around noon and we went to Radley to pick up his truck, then to China House (!!!!!!) for lunch.
Then we came back and I just clung to him and boo-hoo'ed about how much I was going to miss him while he's gone.
Now I'm all glum.
Not sure what I'm doing for the 4th of July. Daddy wants to go hang out with some work friends. I said that's cool, but, it's far away so we'd end up sleeping over. I'm not so thrilled about that. I don't like sleeping at other people's houses.
I don't even like sleeping at my own house if I have to do it alone.
I'm almost done with my book. I think I'll go finish it. |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2008|06:32 pm] |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2008|06:40 am] |
Lost Metropolis scenes found!
"Staff members of the Museo del Cine Pablo C. Ducros Hicken in the Argentine capital found the missing scenes--about 25 minutes' worth, or 25 percent of the original film--in a 16mm negative. The footage had been cut after the film's original release and was thought lost forever."
Argentina?!
Awesome! |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2008|12:29 am] |
Aww, now I feel kind of bad.
Steve told Billy he can't go to the track tomorrow, because all the kids have to go down together.
I don't know why Billy's listening. He's an adult and Steve isn't his father, anyway.
He's still pretty bummed out, though, and I feel bad about that. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|11:04 pm] |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|10:11 pm] |
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Karl called today and I got another new student!!! |
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