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Name: eriKa
Gender: Female
Interests: praying, people, music and Jones Soda and all that jazz
Expertise: sarcasm, randomness and a few other things
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
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Member Since:
8/26/2004
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| my dear, sweet and faithful xanga friends,
for nearly two years i've frequented xanga to pour out my sarcastic soul to the world of other kids who spend too much time online. it's been a real bonding experience, to say the least, and it is with a heavy heart that i take this time to say goodbye. in less than 11 days, this Hamiltonian will be inducted into the world of green and white, the world of Spartandom, the world of ivy and wireless internet, the world of all nighters, where 10 page senior english papers look miniature compared to midterms, where mass quantities of coffee are a staple in one's diet, and an un-air conditioned, abnormally small living spaces are not uncommon, but above all, a world where i can find my individuality in the sea of 40,000 other students...
i know this parting brings such bittersweet sorrow. however, in this moving on, great opportunity is found. my comrades, my companions, my coterie, it's been real...
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| so this weekend i jaunted around with my crazy cousins and their
friends downtown royal oak (that's near detroit my west side of the
staters). i didnt think it possible for people to be more random than
the sporadically thrown together group that i hang out with. well let
me tell you, it is... (the friends that drive through main
street...twice...listening to 80's rock together stay together...).
walking
around downtown, driving through multiple traffic lanes, being 3
minutes from stores, restaurants, parks, theaters, libraries, fountain
statues... it just fits. in the city, i feel like i'm at home.
lately the only thing on my mind has been leaving home, leaving my
room, my house, my family, my friends... it's all bittersweet (and when
i say bitter, it's the sorrow of parting with my kindred spirits, you
know who you are).
it's sort of ironic, i guess, to think that
going to MSU in a city will feel like home when the thing i've been
longing to leave is just that (thanks for the deep insight Goon). some
have called this time in my life the transition period, others have
said i'm now an adult in training. if the chaos of transitioning into
adulthood equals what my life is going to be like in college, i think
that i need to remember to just breath...
God, i need You now more than ever.
+eriKa
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| love is pre buying movie tickets, finding seats that could almost be considered too close to the front but at the same time the best seat in the house, armrests that lift up, pre-previews, beginning of the movie ambience, recognizing characters from other movies (oh mr collins!), sword fighting, scallywagging, plundering, pilfering, pillaging, parlay, the high seas, sailing ships, surprise endings, people who sit behind you in the theater with the craaaaziest laughs, watching all the credits for a 5 second scene at the very end, fine, drive-through burger king employees, combo cherry/coke icees, extra ketchup packets, the same song on the radio 4 times, back to front, basement hang outs, fruit punch, inside jokes, telepathic communication, reuniting with best friends after a long time, sugar island anticipation, laughing for no reason, laughing because of vicadin, starry starry nights, talking online until the wee hours of the morn, hearing noises in the basement and sleeping with the light on (also due to vicadin), waking up refreshed and ready to do it all again...
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| so this has pretty much been the best summer ever. it's going by fast, but so's life, you know? being busy is like a rite of passage. if you're sitting at home, bored, and have nothing better to do than watch The Complete First Season of Gilmore Girls and get online all day long (that was me a few weeks ago), then for pete's sake go outside and do something. it's way too nice to be stuck in the basement watching tv (you know who you are). that's just not what God intended with sunny days where the air is sweet (sing along!).
so here's a quest for anyone who is inside, online, reading this...
Step 1) TURN OFF THE COMPUTER. i know it's hard, especially now that you have high speed, high definition, but the only thing that's going to be high at the end of a computer summer is the speed you can find the location of the country's largest platypus refuge on google if you dont end this cycle NOW.
Step 2) go outside (no shoes or socks necessary, mmm, grass between your toes) and scan the area for trees with low branches
Step 3) run back inside and get that book you got for graduation that's been sitting in "The Pile" of stuff to take to college (along with the laundry basket complete with a Tide To Go pen and dryer sheets)
Step 4) return to the base of your chosen tree, stick the book in your mouth/back pocket (i'll leave that part to your discretion), and climb the tree
Step 5) scan your new area, take in a broader view of summer living, then lose yourself in your book and dont come down until the grill is hot and the burgers are calling...
+eriKa
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| Currently Listening To: Jack Johnson (it's a jack johnson summer...)
you know, factory work gives a person a lot of time to think. you can solve the world's problems testing circuit boards. just thursday i found the solution to global warming, monday i'm working on a new word for "lisp" that doesnt have an "s" in it (who came up with that anyway...)
driving to work at 3:45 in the morning used to sound like a real pain, but as my internal clock is adjusting to waking up at 3:27, hitting the snooze and actually getting up at 3:37, the unexpected marvels of wee morning hours on the road are beginning to break through.
at this time, there's no one on the road (except that skunk i hit tuesday, sorry 134th Street...), the stars are still out and i'm driving by speeds of my own integrity. even though the sun's still down, it's summer, and i can drive with my windows down. it's ok to hum to the music because i'm not ready to talk yet, and it's ok to look at the sky and be thankful for another day, even if it is only 4am.
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