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[Nov. 24th, 2009|03:34 pm] |
at some point last night i realized that maybe i want more. maybe i want much more.
and maybe it's just a phase.
but if i even if i don't want more, i think i deserve more.
but i will limit myself to only want one thing at a time, and right now other things take precedence. |
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[Jan. 1st, 2009|08:35 pm] |
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me: i'm a lot of work.
tom: it's a lot of work.
me: it shouldn't be this difficult.
tom: sema, i'm dating a half-persian girl whose father doesn't want her dating, and whose mother gets jealous of how much time we spend together, and who is set in her own ways and is scared to let anyone in. how is that not difficult? ....... but i'm still here, aren't i?
*sigh* sometimes i forget just how lucky i am. |
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| in the stilllllll of the niiiiiiiiiiight...... |
[Aug. 3rd, 2008|09:13 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | In the Still of Night | ] |
this summer is almost over!!!
that means:
1. independence returns....sorta
2. i see cassie again!!!
3. Psychology and Law. :) excited.
4. closer to free food and cheap baseball games.
that also means:
1. addie leaves soon. :( and marcy moves.
2. my project should be further than it is...
3. homework...
4. noooooooooo money.
but the boys to men concert is on friday! and bear's bday party on sunday! and coffee on wednesday! and hair cut next week!
in a youtube search for boys to men songs, just to get ready!, i found this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79oIfpjCkfA&feature=related
*sigh* there's just something about a man who can sing.... |
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[May. 31st, 2008|07:42 am] |
I'm done with being home. Completely done.
I have nothing keeping me here but Wednesday night coffee.
Nothing I do at home is right, nothing I do at my dad's is right, and no matter how much I try to help, I'm never right with my friends. And I will always be second.
Tom leaves in a little over a week, and then I'll have no escape.
I'm done with being in Milwaukee. |
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| boo |
[Apr. 26th, 2008|08:36 pm] |
love is a terrible thing. i dont know why people think it's good.
you spend forever loving someone more and more, and the more you love them the more you want them to love you back. and the more they tell you they love you back the more you don't believe them. and the more that sucks.
because you make yourself vulnerable. and that's a HORRIBLE feeling. especially when the last few times you've made yourself vulnerable you got hurt.
so why even try when you can just play along, keeping you heart, your strength and your head in tact? |
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| why? |
[Nov. 28th, 2007|03:00 pm] |
so, i keep in correspondence with my cousin in iran. usually it's just small talk, the basics, how's your family, mine's good kind of thing. recently moein sends me this. his english is bad, but the tone is not affected. this is the kind of world we live in....and my family is right at it's fingertips:
"other news is about 1 week ago a girl and a boy arrested in park in front of our university they was talking in park (talking between a boy and girl is crime here !) and hold them in perison about 2 day and didnt allow them to call any one. (this is also normal here ! and happend for me once !) after 2 days girls killed her self (its what they announced to father of that girl) and now her father and brother detecting for what happend to her.
you may cant believe but there is Really lowless country, if anyone use drags in public place, if anyone pass the traffic red light , or if any did not pay his tax ,they all not crimes but if any boys just talk to a girl in a public place they arrested less than 5 min for sure, we had some student in our university that losten from events of 6 years ago and did not call their home until now that i write o you.
or about 6 mounth ago one of our classmates killed by some local boys and his murderd did not found until now. yes dear sema our problems is not only one or two they are much than i can tell you or you may think, yes its hard to study in another city and worried about what happen to you when you exit university until back to home.(6 month ago my friend arrested because he wear a T-shirt !), i have not any fear form murders or theif because i may can defend my self but real problem is goverment`s force and police." |
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| a crazy girl... |
[Sep. 23rd, 2007|08:31 pm] |
so, after friday night and saturday morning, i think i owe God an explanation, and should fast for an extra day. :) but it was worth it.
btw, my grandma found this for me. i like it.
( the man behind the glass ) |
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| maybe he can be a buddy...... |
[Sep. 7th, 2007|12:08 am] |
e: it is possible to be friends with guys you know....
no, it isn't possible.
because even when a guy promises to be your best friend. to trust you and not treat you like shit the moment he has a girlfriend, he's still an ass.
number one reason guys are stupid?
because even the ones you love as your best friends make you cry.
e: ok, guys are assholes. better now?
no. wtf? i can't believe you. i can't believe myself. |
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| a poem for you, from the irish |
[Aug. 20th, 2007|10:30 am] |
Remember the spider
weaving a snare
--and that you did it
Everywhere:
Remember the cat
tormenting a bird
--and that you did it
in deed and word:
Remember the fool
frustrating the good
--and that you did it
whenever you could:
Remember the devil
and treachery
--and that you did it
when you were he:
Remember all ill,
that man can know
--and that you did it
when you were so:
And then remember
not to forget
--that you did it
and do it yet.
-James Stephens (b. 1882) |
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| when weekends were disappointing beyond belief.... |
[Jul. 22nd, 2007|10:20 pm] |
so what do you do when your father disowns you, and your two best friends don't give a damn anymore?
yep. curl into a ball and cry.
you only get one night to feel bad for yourself. |
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| i miss you. |
[Jun. 5th, 2007|11:12 pm] |
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Tolstoy knows my heart:
"And the more time that passed, the stronger the two moods became: the calmer he became, even forgetting her completely, away from her presence, and the more tormenting became her sufferings and his own helplessness before them."
( to pass the time ) |
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[May. 13th, 2007|09:07 pm] |
who knew coming home would make me so sad.
who knew a white room would make me cry?
who knew home could change so much so, that i don't want to be there?
turning in my key wrenched my stomach.
who knew home could be somewhere else? |
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[May. 7th, 2007|10:58 am] |
7. What are your views on religion?
a. Religion is the opiate of the people.
b. An invisible man in the sky, eh? I better be on my best behavior.
c. If God really loved me, he wouldn’t make me get up so early on Sunday mornings.
d. Without religion we would have no morals and ethics.
e. Religion is great! It gives those Catholic school girls something to rebel against.
hahahahaah. online quizzes, because i am done. done with school for 3 glorious months.
just work and graduations.
and waking up and dancing to oldies music EVERY DAY! |
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| walk by faith, not by sight |
[Apr. 25th, 2007|12:13 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Calling All Angels - Train | ] |
so, Jesus Journals, although they are annoying, help remind me how i love bitterness.
i mean, who doesn't love writing a page about how Dean Martin is more interesting to you than Jesus?
excerpts from updated journals:
#1 Jesus vs. Elvis
And why wouldn’t Jesus appear to all his friends as well as enemies, so they could see and believe by themselves? He expects everyone to believe in him, and trust in his words, but does not appear to everyone, or allow everyone to experience His resurrection? It would be like if Elvis was still alive, but did not make himself a guest on David Letterman, or Oprah, but still expected to be number one on the charts. How does that happen? His body was missing, and the stone was moved. However, someone had to move the stone to block the front of the tomb, so obviously someone would be able to move it OUT of the way.
#2 Jesus as Peanutbutter and Jelly Sandwich
So, to completely understand this tertium quid idea, and because I like analogies, I have decided Jesus is like a Peanut-butter and jelly sandwich. The combination is not the same if it is missing either the clumpy, gelatin-like fruit substance, nor if it is lacking in the smooth, brown peanut-butter. However, when you put the two substances together, on the bread of course, neither fully mixes with the other, thus it is not a new substance. Therefore, Jesus cannot be a completely new thing, although we call Him a sandwich, it is necessary to know what kind of sandwich he is, i.e. what he is made of. The sandwich is then wrapped in bread, like Jesus is in flesh, so that from afar it is unclear exactly what he is. From twenty feet away, a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich can appear as a bologna or sommersausage meal, but when you actually touch, and examine the sandwich, you recognize it for what it is. When I explained this to a friend, she tried to extend it to incorporate those who are allergic to peanuts, and therefore cannot come in contact, or begin to “hate” the peanut-butter part of the sandwich. But what about those who would love to have the peanut-butter but can’t because of the allergy? This extension of the peanut-butter analogy may take some time to perfect.
( break from Jesus Journals ) |
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| avoiding more homework |
[Mar. 21st, 2007|12:17 am] |
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
How lucky am I that I get 2 chances a year to start anew?
Here's to being a better person, on Iranian time.
and it started with an extravaganza with my hippo carlie in an old building. :)
( Ten, to start out the new year ) |
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| oh down time. |
[Mar. 5th, 2007|10:31 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Crazy - KC and JoJo | ] |
( a )
probably my favorite picture of all time. |
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