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Birthday: 11/5/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: Bellydancing, all languages, sewing, cooking & eating, art, really really good and really really bad movies, all music, (reading is sexy), elephants, learning my multiplication tables someday, our house kareoke machine, piercings/tattoos, getting my kink on, manual transmissions, tasty beer, wine, some drugs, rocking out, recycling, writing, harassing my bitch-ass neighbor.
Expertise: blowing up your costume party.
Occupation: Student
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Yahoo:  cauchemar_reve
Member Since:
9/15/2004
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| goodbye cruel world.
( www.livejournal.com/users/klavier_habibi/ )
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| sooo... i got an email from the illustrious hervé lemansec, the
wonderful (actually-french) french professor who graciously agreed to
be the overseer of my translation project ( =my senior exit requirement
), then answered my questions, and ultimately had to be the one to read
the finished project and decide whether or not i pass the
requirement... and, he says that i passed....
WITH DISTINCTION!!
therefore, i rule.
now all i have to do is pass this midterm for language change tomorrow
and i'll get down to business with belly classes/troupe formation,
gardening, sewing.... yeah.
also, i'm seriously considering jumping ship from here to
livejournal. most of my friends for whom i originally joined
xanga no longer use it, or use it very infrequently. i have lots
of bloggery buddies on lj and many that i wish i communicated more with
in one way or another. so yeah. this is more of a promise
than an empty threat, it's just a question of when i get around to
it.
back to studying! grimm's law! grassman's law! verner's law! fuck yeah, buddy!
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| dear god. i suppose it was only a matter of time before chain letter style crap hit blogs, but that is just annoying. don't ever do that to me, people, because i'll break your goddamn chain and risk 10 years of 10 bad relationships or whatever the fuck. OMG! SO scary! that is just sad. (please see the comment on my last post)
i have a lot of catch up to do on here.
the dresden dolls show was fucking killer. brent managed to get a ticket, and jack and i managed to snag extras as well, which meant that i had two fabulous drummers and my dad and best friend from jr high got to come see the show too. we rocked out in the line, before the first band (reverend glasseye. tasty.), and then again between the first and second band. the last time was the best because we got the sound people to turn down the ambient soundtrack and everyone in the audience created this HUGE circle around us. it was a bit overwhelming at first, as i didn't expect us to get that much attention, but they loved it and we even made some tips. there were some really cool other "brigaders" as well- a couple that looked like satanic punk rock rag dolls, the guy directing people over to the girl, who had paper apron after apron so that people could come up and paint on her, then all the aprons were hung up on a line after they were done, and someone else could come finger paint. another girl was nigh naked and painted all white to allow people to write directly on her. hot. i would love to be part of another dresden dolls' brigade any day.
the new dresden dolls album is fucking incredible. if you don't have it, you need to buy it. right now. it's worth every penny and then some. in fact it is my favorite album of theirs yet.
so... then i went home to sonora for a few days for my grandpa's funeral. i had never ever been close to the guy, and neither had my mom. we are the black sheep sub-family group that is still part of the overall flock, but kind of rejected or we're somehow outsiders. that's fine, i know we're the weird/liberal/artsy ones, but we're also the least fucked up as far as major problems like alcoholism/abuse/psychosis is concerned. so why the cold shoulder? it's something that doesn't really hurt me because i've grown up with it, so it's normal in my world, but when i really think about it, i am sad about the fact that i stopped having a close, loving relationship with any grandparent when my other grandpa died back when i was 10. there's a lot i miss from interacting with that generation on a pretty much exclusively surface level.
anyway, the service was good, i didn't expect to cry at all, but i did. saw lots of old family and family friends long absent from my life, which was overwhelmingly positive, as many of them seem to embrace my family the way most of our immediate relations don't. also, my family continues to acquire surrogate children in the form of friends of my brothers and i who, over the years, wished they could jump ship from their parents to ours. clearly we're not all bad. haha.
last wednesday i brought home a new kitty! she is beautiful. a little chubby 4 year old calico i renamed delilah. i'd been in love with her since she came into the shelter, and she was reclusive and depressed with everyone but me, so when she came up on the euthanasia list, i had to take her. well overdue pictures of her gloriousness along with us rocking the epicenter in san diego to come.
in the meantime, if you wanna, check us out from the 'human condition: fierce grace" show at the 418 project: http://photos.kwailam.com/gallery/humcon06fri
i think our shit starts on page 14 (the photo guy went nuts).
and finally i turned in my final project/exit requirement for my major on monday!!! i'm so proud of it, and really suprised that i managed to make it so long. it did take me FOREVER, so i suppose it makes sense. if anyone out there is thinking of taking on a translation project, DO IT. it was a really good experience, and my french is much better for it. and, now that it's over, i'm looking foreward to having a life again and spending my saturday nights with other people instead of just the cats napping around me at the kitchen table. also, sleeping enough is going to be really exciting.
to celebrate, we drank wine on the gorgeous cliffs of santa cruz until we were well drunk and the ocean started to get threatening. the next day i got my translating/working knots worked out with a massage at well within, which they followed up with a free half hour of tub/sauna. which i then followed up by going to the farmer's market. i love this town.
i have a mid term in my one class this coming tuesday. wish me luck because it's fucking hard. i'm just not a phonology kind of girl.
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| last night i got my first full night of sleep in probably about a
week. after 5 days or so of 4-5 hours a night you almost stop
noticing how exhausted you are. it's just routine.
gross. somehow i have managed to not get sick. if this can
just last through this wednesday i can be bed ridden for a week or more
and be completely happy.
all of a sudden i am a frequently performing artist. this
"human condition" benefit show i just finished at the 418 project was
such a cool experience. everyone involved was just so talented
and unique and the community and expression of it all was really
heady. it was especially rad to be part of a show where
everyone's piece is different. a song transitions to a short
play, transitions to dance, transitions to film, transitions to
poetry. two hours of non stop art. the best parts were when
the audience couldn't help but clap after a piece even though they had
been asked not to. i don't think anyone would believe me if i
told them i'd only been bellydancing for around 3 years... most of that
time without instruction. it just feels good when i do it, and
wiReless and brent are such killer drummers that they make my hips and
belly and everything else to things that i only feel half in control of
at times. thanks to all my friends (and everyone else) who
came out! i know y'allr glad you did.
tomorrow we leave for san diego and the dresden dolls. today i
translate like there's no tomorrow. because there kind of isn't.
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| stir fry:
potatos + soyrizo + black beans
(add them progressively in that order)
add some braggs or a little soy sauce
plop that on some warm corn tortillas
add a little cheddar
sprinkle hot sauce on top
add lettuce
mmmmmmmrepeat.
consume with lots of water and an espresso and then get your stank ass into the shower.
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