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hi

^_^ It's Christmas....

But I don't have the usual warm fuzzies... I have the AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH FINALS!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! thing... yeah... that was wonderfully articulate. Well in good news I have a 4.0 in English. In bad news, I'm worried that I might have to retake this semester of ear training... *sighs*. Oh well. I"ll find out soon enough. I'm currently working on a Bach style Chorale set to the Longfellow poem, The Tide Rises, The TIde Falls. Oh yeah... and when I get too much of a headache I listen to shitty 60's pop and MCR's new CD. THe combo is surprisingly headache clearing. Anyways...

Merry Christmas Wonderful People!!!!!! I'll leave you with one of my favorite Christmas songs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HcZHEyTJog

And lyrics below =P

Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy would one day walk on water?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy would save our sons and daughters?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy has come to make you new?
This Child that you delivered will soon deliver you.

Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy will give sight to a blind man?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy will calm the storm with His hand?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod?
When you kiss your little Baby you kissed the face of God?

Mary did you know

The blind will see.
The deaf will hear.
The dead will live again.
The lame will leap.
The dumb will speak
The praises of The Lamb.

Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy is Lord of all creation?
Mary, did you know
that your Baby Boy would one day rule the nations?
Did you know
that your Baby Boy is heaven's perfect Lamb?
The sleeping Child you're holding is the Great, I Am.

! Time for a happy post

The last two posts make me sad because sad friends make me sad but I just wanted to share how un-sad I am, because today almost every single one of my best friends from high school is going to be in one room and nothing makes me happier, as evidenced by giant run-on sentences, than seeing my friends.
AAH!
I haven't seen most of these people since the summer and I haven't seen Craig since the end of June, but he's home now, and Sterling's hosting and Joss and my friend Lauren are going to be there, and I've been looking forward to this for weeks and now it's happening.
This feels like Thanksgiving to me. I'm going to see my family, and that's why I'm here telling the rest of my family how happy I am.
You guys mean the world to me, and when I call you my family I mean it. I miss you.
Happy holidays,
MP

^_^ Thanksgiving is a time for family and food. But why?

For the past few weeks leading up to the holiday season I have been actively listening as my friends babble about how excited they are to see their respective families, eat pie, and in general be happy. When I was younger, MIUCH younger I think I got excited for holidays, but now I feel empty. I love my cousins, I love my Aunts and Uncles and my mother, but I can't help but feel utterly empty and devoid of actual joy. Sure I can fake it with the best of them, but I don't even have the energy to do that! I tried to psych myself up yesterday so I could be properly cheerful today, but when I got out of the shower at 10:40am and finished getting dressed... I couldn't. I've spent most of today reading A prayer for Owen Meany, which though a lovely and depressing book, is not improving my holiday spirit. I think we celebrate Holidays to make our poor pathetic existence as humans more worthwhile. At the same time, this may just be another example of my anti-social pessimistic tendencies. So Happy THanksgiving everyone. Please don't let me rain on your parade.

* - this is why i hate white people...so why am I alone? (deep question time)

Ok, serious talk now.
I'm not bad looking am I? For those of you that know me and have met me in person, am I ugly per se? I don't believe I am. Is it my personality then? Could that be what drives the female of my species to completely and totally ignore the fact that I even exist? If not, then what? I have pondered this question for months now. My musing have filled up 2 dry-erase boards, 1 small marble notebook and 3 sheets of notes saved on a small flash drive. Now I know to you all this may seem strange, maybe obsessive over the topic, but hear me out. For most of my 18 years of existence on this little mudball we call planet earth I have felt alone. Even when surrounded by family and friends I feel this wound inside me. Almost as if there is something missing. Now let me tell you, this feeling...is not a good one. It's horrible, disgusting, vile, and haunting. So there is my reason for this "research." Now where was I? Ah yes, so there lie my musings. So now dearest NLC, I sit before this computer awaiting some answers. No, Im not throwing myself a pity party, no this isnt a joke, and no I'm not ok. I am simply looking for answers among some of the most astute minds it has ever been my pleasure to probe, and among my dear friends. And now I take my leave. This post will not have the usual Obama blame session, because for once I do not feel that this is in any way his fault.

-Yours Always-
Martin Joseph Headley
Alias: s0m3blackguy

^_^ OH MY GOSH TRAINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So... I am currently taking the train to Boston to visit Lauren at Harvard. And... I NEVER REALIZED HOW MUCH FUN TRAINS WERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean... it is kinda boring. You sit. And there is nothing but wi-fi and the occasional, but rare conversation with the person you are sitting next to, to entertain you. But its really kinda awesome. Its dark out right now, so I can't really see your the window, but what I can see looks interesting. You are going just fast enough to laugh at any cars you see, but slow enough to see everything in detail (commuter rail = slow). Now I could just continue blabbing on and on about how awesome this train is, but I feel like that is going to get rather repetitive soon, since there really isn't anything I can pin my excitement to...
actually... I think I love this train so much because its allowing me to escape Durham. The lovely prison cell where I have been happily confined since August. However, it was a prison cell, and even though it was happy confinement, I'm really really really excited to get out of New Hampshire.

Speaking of getting out of New Hampshire, I have been borrowing trouble in the EXTREME, and started looking at Grad schools... I've been spending a lot of time looking at the standard schools. Manhattan School, Mannes, Boston Conservatory, New England Conservatory, Boston University, Catholic University... but, I have also been looking at NYU, who though they are known for their Music Performance, Comp, and Conducting like the rest, they have a new major. Music Psychotherapy. I find it intriguing!!!! yeah... I know Freshman in college should not be putting this much time and effort into grad school... one thing at a time.

Speaking of borrowing trouble... things with the new boy are going very well... =) I could write a vomit-inducing paragraph about him being funny and sweet... but if you really want to know in less romantic language why we have clicked so... He gets me. He accepts me. And he doesn't let me take myself too seriously. We both are food snobs. And music snobs. So I guess we'll just go off into a corner and be snobby together, =P.

later-

* - this is why i hate white people....and why i love concerts

A DAY TO REMEMBER!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YES!!!! JUST FUCK YESSSFUCKTOTHEYESS!!!

-self explainitory(<----did i spell that right? ahh who gives a shit)-
s0m3blackguy

P.S: I know I haven't posted anything in a while so to make up for lost time: everything in the world that went wrong in the time between my last post and this one is/was/has/and always will be obama's fault. that is all.

! Stories

Every time I get asked how much writing experience I have I always say none. Only later it comes back to me that I wrote a ton of short stories for you guys. Without even realizing it, I've really started to miss that. Just look. I started blogging way more once the NLC went down. I started SAe for poetry and stuff. So I was going to tell you how I wrote my first serious short story and how great I felt about it, but then I remembered that I don't feel so good because I've never done it before. I feel accomplished because I'm getting back to what I've always done.

Thank you for that.

MP

(PS: If you're interested, I posted it on SVe and facebook. Don't be afraid to tell me what works and what doesn't. Also, you guys are made of awesome.) 

^_^ The bucket List

I am currently forming a bucket list of sorts. It is not a list of goals, per say. Nor is it a list of activities. Or a list of places to travel. It is a list of books I must read before I die, preferably before I graduate college. I'm trying to keep the ever growing list short, by reading books almost as quickly as I add them to the list. These are not books I necessarily want to read for pleasure, but books I feel I should read in order to become a better more complete person. And while trying to check out books for my ongoing quest it is with great sorrow that I must report that the UNH library does not have a copy of "One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest", "Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure", The Catholic Bible, The Qur'an, or "Lolita." I plan on, however reading at least four if not all of these books before Christmas vacation. If anyone has any suggestions of books I should add to my bucket list feel free to let me know. This is a quest! And a quest must constantly have new challenges and things to read (at least in this kind of quest).

over and out.

-A.K.

P.S. Do NOT suggest the Silmarillion by Tolkien. I will not read that bloody thing. I would prefer to read the dictionary.

^_^ <--actually my mood! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON

So I'm sitting in my dorm room, trying to borrow as little trouble as possible and I just can't stop smiling. I have some homework to do, some advil to take, and a little bit of cleaning to do... but right now. I feel so ungodly happy I can't even explain it. Its weird. Its not a "oh I'm so in love and the world is a romantic poem" kind of happy. Its a, "I have someone who listens to me, but also talks! And we can talk until 5am and wake up at 11am and continue talking. And we can sit next to each other perfectly content to read books next to each other because we both like to read... =).

Okay, I'm a gonna change topics before mass vomiting from all yall ensues.

I think I may have finally figured out what I want for a tattoo. Its a very detailed treble clef surrounded by roses. (Found on deviant art) I just don't know WHERE I want it. I also want to customize it to me a little bit more, since it is someone else's artwork. And because Roses aren't really that much of my thing, though I do think they are very pretty. I also don't know whether it would be best in black and white or in color. The original drawing is done all in shades of brown, which I guess is a decent option too. I'm also still considering the grey scale or autumn colored feather behind my right ear.

So I guess. Though a lot has changed this week. At the same time, nothing has changed that drastically. I'm just a hell of a lot happier. I'm a lot more comfortable with myself. And for the first time, I think I'm finally feeling the groove of college and what its supposed to be.

! See you in the fall. Hehe.

I need to write this down before I forget the exact logistics of it.
I usually trip getting out of my chair but this was especially talented.

Let me start off by describing exactly how much I hate these chairs. They're large and unnecessarily bulky and barely fit under the desks and rock back awkwardly at just the wrong angle for my height and they pretty much just suck. Let's leave it at that.

Instead of pushing my chair out when I go to stand up I usually just rock backwards and get out with an awkward sort of signature hopping maneuver, which is easier than pushing up the rug behind my chair and noisily scraping some space to get out.

The hopping thing works pretty well on its own, and actually really started getting interesting with the addition of the multiple wires coming from my computer. Now I had something to actually hop over. Life was pretty good. I trip pretty regularly but that's just kind of the process.

At around 2:30 in the morning today I leaned my dumbass chair back, hopped out, tripped over my headphone and charger cords, hopped again to regain balance, landed near the back of the chair, got my foot caught and fell on my ass.

Two words: Harvard educated.

MP

PS: This is my fifteenth fucking year of dance.

^_^ And sometimes...

You regret everything. And your heart aches. And all you want is what you had. Wish me luck, my fellow no lifers. I need to figure this shit out on my own.

^_^ Sometimes

Sometimes. You have to let go of what you think will make you happy and take a chance. And sometimes that chance balances you, protects you, and makes you ridiculously happy. I don't know where this will lead, but I'm taking a chance. And I think I might be falling harder than ever before. Wish me luck, my fellow no lifers.

♪

So... tonight is my first night back home since moving away to school over a month and at least a week ago. Crazy how fast time goes. Hope everyone else is doin alright :)

! The Catch

Last Saturday I had an idea about what I want to do after college that finally felt right, and this morning I was told, "No." You know how much I like that.

Anyways, chances are that I'm not going to be a doctor or go to med school or ever practice medicine. Still don't want to talk about it that much, but the thing that originally got me interested pretty much just wrecked my chances. Catch-22. It really is perfect sometimes.

I might study philosophy. It's just going to be harder to figure out where to go from here.

I'll put up more as I figure it out.

L

^_^ No Air

College is an amazing environment for learning, however I am finding it is a terrible environment for interpersonal relationships. Because you are literally LIVING where you eat, piss, and learn, people follow you... EVERYWHERE. All I want is a place where I can breathe. Sit down, and just breathe. Call my boyfriend on the phone. Read a book. Do my homework. Eat a slice of pizza. And be completely ALONE.

Just so I know I said it.

I'm going to write a book.
Not like I've been saying; "I want to write a book. Eventually. Someday. 60 years from now."
No. I'm going to write one. Like, now.
There's no subject. Yet. I'm just going to write something that needs to be written.

I'm such a fucking idiot.
But I'm doing it.

You're my witnesses.
Fatally yours,

MP
L

* - this is why i hate white people..and growing up

as much as i hate to say it im growing up. it sucks..but what can i really do to stop it? theres no going back in life. no rewind button or pause. this isnt one of our little video games. when we go down we dont get a bonus life. what can we do? we can live. we can live our lives to the fullest. sure we can look back at past years but we need to focus on the now. theres no restart button folks. we can only go on from here. so what am i going to do you ask? im going to look ahead to the things i will do, im going to stand with the friends i have now and those that i will have. i will fight my fights, win or lose, i will fix my wounds and get back up. and i will look life straight in the face and say that im not fucking scared. i may be getting older but im still the same boy you've always known. and hes not going anywhere

^_^ In which I decide I should probably start looking to change my major...

After my second day of classes I realized something. I don't like my ed class. The idea of teaching a bunch of squirming pre-pubescent boys how to use a snare drum, dealing with their parents, the school board, etc. DOES NOT APPEAL! My goal... and it still is my goal, is to help people through music. Well my psych text, which I find FASCINATING has led me back to an idea... I want to study music therapy. Music therapists work in hospital, clinical, school and private settings helping people with all sorts of disabilities and mental illnesses of all ages. THAT, my friends, is what I want to do. Unfortunately my school doesn't have the major. I'm thinking of talking to my advisor. I would need to double major in Psychology and Music to get the pre-reqs for the master's program in Music Therapy. Therefore I would need to change from an ed degree (from which it is IMPOSSIBLE to double major) to a performance degree, and start taking lots of psych courses. This switch may mean I'd have to take summer courses in order to graduate in 4 years... but I don't mind, since I wanted to take summer courses anyways. I'm going to wait until the semester is out though. I already bought my books for all of my classes (well actually I still need to get 4 more), plus I'd only be changing ONE of my classes (percussion method and education), this semester. Worse comes to worse, I transfer to a school with the program. I only know of one school in New England that has the major, and that my friends is good 'ol Berklee... =/

! Cambridgeland, the tourist trap

Ok, so I'm at Harvard.
I'm not going to give you an overview of the whole experience right now, since you'll be picking things up as I post. I'll just say as background information that I really like it here, I've made  some really good friends, and things are looking up.
Now, there are a few unexpected things here that I find interesting. First off, I haven't had any classes yet. I won't even start until Wednesday. Orientation is loooooong. And a little useless--we have a ton of time to kill, so I've been just hanging around with people a lot.
I can honestly say that the most annoying thing about Harvard is the tourism. It's ridiculous. My dorm is right next to the John Harvard statue, and there's a group of people out there with fanny packs and cameras literally every time I walk out my door to go eat. It's gorgeous out there, and it's my school; I mean, all of Harvard Yard is surrounded by freshman-only dorms, so this is my lawn right now and there are always people all over the place! I'll get used to it, and I know it's uncharitable but I just sort of want them to go away.
Other than that? Yeah, it's awesome.
L

* - this is why i hate white people...and why i posted my previous post, the one directly below this one

i touched upon this topic in my first post, and in another post a few posts ago. the topic i am referring to is the fact that people say and do racist things when i pass them in the hall, or on the streets. just the other day i had a couple change the side of the street they were walking on when they saw me coming towards them. im so very tired of this. check out the video link in my post below. its a comedy sketch by a group called Reckless Tortuga. its funny but at the same time i cant help but be a bit angry and a bit sad, bc this stuff happens to me all the time

-obama's fault-
s0m3blackguy

* - this is why i hate white people...and elevators...and purses...and society as we know it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRfjLfyXYlA

i blame obama.

-sick as a dog (never really got what that expression means...still dont)-
s0m3blackguy

^_^ In which I go to college

I'm all unpacked. My roommate is apparently an upperclassman and therefore will not be here until Sunday... I think I illegally lofted my bed... My bed was set up as a top bunk with the other bed across the room... so i just used to like it was bunked... I'm not sure that its safe, but hey. If my RA tells me to rearrange my room I will, just not tonight... And if I don't like it I might rearrange it anyway. Climbing onto my desk to get into bed is... not the best.

I have rediscovered the fact that I am HIGHLY anti-social... hence me sitting in my room typing to all of you guys instead of being out in the hall talking to people. ---I love this desk. It is AMAZING!!!!!!!!!! I never knew that I would absolutely ADORE having one of those desk wall add on thingamagigs... you know what I'm talking about right? Well its awesome having a place that is NOT my desk space to place my pictures, some books and a flashlight =) ---Well I'm mostly excited about having a place to store and display my pic of Austin, a framed poem, and my lobster <3 =)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAANYWAAAAAAAAAAAYS I spent the day with high school friends who DON'T go here, and then ate a VERY late dinner with a friend of mine who DOES go here. I know... just showing how anti-social I am... again.

Oh well. I like it here, but I just want classes to start. I'm not interested in all this make friends mumbo jumbo... which is pretty bad, I know. But... I think that I'll make the friends I really want to in my classes... not on my floor.

ciao for now

* - this is why i hate white people...and starting school again

ok. so even though im in college now, even though i dont have to deal with the shithole that was my school, i dont want to go back to school. i have become accustomed to the late hours of fun that is the summer night, and the summer days where we sit around and have the time of our lives. those days however have come to an end. goodbye summer of 2010...we knew you well, and you will be treasured always along with the memories that we made with you.


-feeling rather nostalgic-
s0m3blackguy

P.S: summer coming to a close = obama's fault

^_^ In which I laugh... a lot

So I'm over my boyfriend's house, to see him for the last time before I go to college tomorrow. And his best friend calls... =D This makes me laugh. <3

ciao for now (aka he is off the phone)

night, yall ;)

* - this is why i hate black people....and rock band/guitar hero

They're coming out with an actual stringed guitar controller for these games to make it more realistic....i shit you not. they also have a control with alllllll these little buttons instead of strings but you have to know actual chords and shit to use it. now i play guitar..i LOVE guitar...but this? well there can only be two outcomes....1: these guitar hero "experts" actually get a run for their money, from the "real deal" or 2: the end of life as we now know it.... me? i'm actually hoping for the ever present choice 3: in which i take a blunt object and hit the nearest guitar hero playing "im a musician" wannabe dumbass in the head with it......repeatedly....worst thing about this? i cant blame obama for it. i blame the retarded gamers that play this shit.

-so pissed that i couldnt blame obama for this shit-
s0m3blackguy

^_^ In which I've spent most of the day crying

Why do humans cry? Who designed the human body and decided... HMMMMM... when humans are sad beyond expressible words fluid should secrete from the eyes and nasal cavities... THAT MAKES SENSE ON WHAT PLANET!?!?!?

I've spent every moment today in which I haven't by crying singing. Even when I was cleaning cat cages this morning I was singing. Honestly cats are pretty good audience. They don't boo you offstage and they are funny to sing to because I find I shift keys to match their meows if they choose to meow.

So all in all rough day. Yesterday's band practice was awesome though. Off to voice lesson in 20 minutes or so...


ciao <3

^_^ In which I had an epiphany

The only guarantee we have in life is laundry.

! A shout-out to Marty

I'm posting on the NLC instead of SAu because I knew you'd appreciate it, Martin.
I just picked up Blink's self-titled album.
I'm sort of in love.
The thing with the music I actually like--the punkish-alternativeish-delicious stuff--is that I can't choreograph to it. That's really weird for me. As soon as anything but my music comes on, I start dancing in my head. It's just a reaction, but Alkaline Trio? Rise Against? Sum 41? Nothing happens. I can't dance to it.
And guess what? I can dance to this, my kind of dance, the actual kind, not headbanging or "oh look at me, I'm totally trashed and having vertical sex with someone I don't know". It's kind of ballet and kind of modern and a little bit of jazz and it's making me super happy right now.
That's my happy moment of the day. I think I'll make this a regular thing during my facebook exile =)

Also, I'd like to share that there are boxes ALL OVER my room. This really isn't a problem except for the fact that I could barely get by my furniture and out the door without walking straight into very hard wooden objects.
Something's going to get broken. I think it might be my leg.
Pray for me.

MP

* - this be why i hate white people arrrrgghhh!!!!!.....but why i love pirates

Pirates didnt give a crap about what race you were, as long as you could swab the deck, shoot a gun, and swing a sword. I'm getting SO DAMN TIRED of racist comments from people as i WALK..not run, or jog, or drive by, oh no!...as i WALK by them. This country needs to get itself together, or its just gonna start falling apart by the seams....and im not gonna fucking help duct tape this shit back together.

-about to bust a cap in someones ass-
s0m3blackguy

! Going up?

I'm thinking of ways I can use the elevator in my dorm to its full potential.
(My favorite thing about this group: I don't have to justify statements like that.)
NLC HQ is kind of growing on me, honestly. I've always wanted to have one little corner of the world that belongs to us, even if I'm sort of the only one who recognizes it. I also thought it would be a good place for: reading sessions, studying, chess matches, poker tournaments, writing novels, sketching, learning a new language, stretching, yoga, meditation, typing, painting toenails, folding origami, sewing, napping, palm reading, praying, jumprope (depending on the size), and, you know, going up and down between floors. Any suggestions are more than welcome, so please leave them in the comments [in my pants (nerdjokes nerdjokes nerdjokes)] Am I going to be known as the weird chick who hangs out in the elevator? Maybe. Should I care about what other people think if I legitimately want to go hang out in the elevator? No, probably not.

Also, I'm taking a facebook vacation. You people are welcome into the bubble and know how to reach me.

Have a lovely lifeless day, as I'm sure I will since I'm going to go chill with Anni.
*hearts*
MP

^_^ In which I become fascinated with Wicca and its jewelry

The title really says it all. I've spent that past hour bouncing between cleaning, reading, researching Wicca, and sorting through shirts and books and things, trying to figure out what I'm bringing with me to college. I don't believe I have a bookshelf provided at UNH, so I'm trying to be as logical as I can be about the book situation... yeah... I think you can imagine how that is turning out... In regards to the Wicca. I am not particularly religious, and haven't been for many, many years. That doesn't mean I don't pray every time I see an ambulance drive by, I was raised a Catholic and for the most part, still am. But I like a lot of the little things in Wicca. For example. An anklet with bells is worn to remind you that every step is sacred and to choose your footing and your path wisely. I like that. Not that you need to wear said anklet, though I think the anklet would be cool, but being told to remember that every step is sacred, that, my friends I like. However, I am very weird, and I am incredibly and painfully aware of that fact.

In other news, Austin gave me a gorgeous amber necklace on Friday. Its the first piece of jewelry gotten me he's me. He's also the first boy to buy me jewelry that was not only something I found pretty, but was also my style. Its asymmetrical, its simple, its amber, its sterling silver. He just nailed my favorite type of jewelry on the head. ^_^ So... I'm happy. Its as if instead of randomly going into a jewelry store and buying me something within budget that looked shiny, he took the time to figure out what I would like... which is a first, for me. ^_^


over and out, ciao <3

P.S. Are the fish STUPID? I click in front of their damn noses and the ones ACROSS THE square get it...

♪ Trying...

to feed only the white fish is difficult.

I can't believe summer's winding down already. I've been out of school since everyone else began April vacation which is pretty fuckin ridiculous in itself... Time flies as we all know. When's everyone moving into their schools now anyway? I move in the 5th and start classes the 7th. I wish I had more to say and more time to say it, but there's a sun outside today and i gotta be in it.

Deuces.

^_^ In which I kicked butt as Kirby in Mario Party

Is there such a thing as official third wheel? Well if there is, then I am the official third wheel of my friend K and Bob's relationship. Every time they chill I get invited over, which works out really well... O_o I supply enough nerdiness for Bob and enough feminism and boys suck for K. Anyways... we play Mario Party and I am officially killer as Kirby, and... well... Playing as Peach is more for the ridiculous factor that one of her attacks is choking poor little toad. And Peach vs. King Kong is HILARIOUS! I don't think I need to say who won that match...

Still listening to Billy Joel obsessively.

Purchased two German charts yesterday at the NHTI bookstore (K needed books for classes, and I migrated to the German section).

Also... has anyone on here played MassEffect 2? I'm interested in the game, but my xbox died three weeks ago so, more specifically, the computer version of MassEffect 2? (Mac version?)

Random News (not that the above wasn't)

~Finally read the 7th Harry Potter book for the first time, it twas really good.

~Started "This is All- the Pillow Book of Cordelia Ken" put it down at page 200 or so, it has a good story, but its set up as if the author let his two year old cut and past the thing together with no rules. You'll be in the middle of a sentence and suddenly next page new story! And the sentence you were reading completes itself and continue 5 pages later.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

~Started "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" IT IS AMAZING! Also, I have the DVD in Swedish with English subtitles, which is also AWESOME! However, be warned, there are two (arguably 3) rape scenes... and they are not meant to be entertaining, they are violent, and rather scary-- its a feministic female empowerment film, hence why it is depicted as rape should be... as horrifying. The rape scenes in the book are also horrifying... though the third one leaves you with a rather smug look on your face... Isn't revenge sweet?

~Anyways--- over and out, BYE!

* - this is why i hate white people...with an exception to Lauren Covalucci our beloved MP

She gave me my own fish box, with a bunch of black fish and one white fish....all is now right with the world...wait no, this just in! i stubbed my toe=obama's fault

-had to get that bit of obama in there-
s0m3blackguy

* - this is why i hate white people...but i love the little fish box on the NLC 2.0 page

Ok, so i have literally spent the last 15 or so minutes feeding the fish on the page...sad i know. however i made it challenging. i decided to try and only feed the black colored fish, all the other ones can go starve.

- sitting in his room and eating chicken selects while listening to blink-182 for the 3456787654 time today-
s0m3blackguy

P.S: i noticed that in my last post i didnt blame obama for anything so now i have to do double the damage - 1: global warming=obama's fault, 2: hitler=obama's fault...thank you that is all
-longest and by far the stupidest post yet-
s0m3blackguy

! Nothing has changed, but now I...

I'm in my room right now thinking about all the stuff I have to get done before next Tuesday. It's a lot. The whole packing thing has to happen eventually, and that should be interesting, since it will involve arguing with my mother over everything I put in a suitcase. For the record, I overpack because you never know when you're going to need something, and I'd rather carry around something I'm not using than wish I had brought something that would have been helpful. I do pack well though. It's fun to defy the laws of physics and stuff half my life into one suitcase. Compact, yes. Suitcases just end up feeling like bricks. Good thing I have a damn ELEVATOR. That might end up being my favorite part of the dorm I'm in. I'll set up NLC HQ in there or something.

So I'm not worried about packing clothes and food and miscellaneous shit. That should be easy enough to find room for. It's my books I'm worried about. I don't go anywhere significant without them. Every summer, coming up to the house, I would pack at least a shelf's worth. And bringing the bare essentials to live in a place for a year means that I'm gong to be filling the bookcase they give me prreeeeety quickly. I have no problem with this. The books can take my bed. I'll sleep on the floor. I'm just going to have to do a little bit of yelling to get them in the car and in my room, especially considering that my mother's useless item quota for me already seems to have been filled by Gerry.

Wish me luck. But the words are coming with me--no surrender.

^_^ In which I fall in love with German

I'm officially on a Billy Joel kick. If you guys don't know who that is, then shame on you, and download some of his stuff. I mean talk about talent. The guy was amazing.

-- for the record--- I didn't really know who he was until Austin got me into him... however, as sad as that is, I am going to try to spread the love of Billy Joel as much as I can! =)

Not really a fan of his daughter though, Alexa Ray Joel? Something like that. She's just... =/ She seems to want more media coverage for being her than for her music and that just urks me.

Another thing I am on is Germany kick... When I first started singing in German I HATED it! However, the more you work with it, the more you realize its incredibly similar to English. They are both Germanic languages and though we like to think we don't spit when we talk, if you work to get all the fricative consonants in English correct, we spit quite a bit. And... my mom made the mistake of showing me a full immersion program for German in Vermont that has a special program for singers. I think I'm going to apply. If I get in, that's a month of next summer spent learning German and singing in Vermont... honestly... that sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me. And then I can work with the UNH study abroad department to go study music for a year in Germany or Austria at one of their many conservatories.... I mean... I like this idea!

Austin is on vacation. Current contact level is zero, contact on the one day prior to him leaving for the woods where technology does not exist was very low. *sighs* I'm glad school is starting soon so I can bury myself in school work and not think about anything but Music, writing, psychology and lots more music! Until Christmas time of course... uggg...

Christmas should be Christmas with my father this year.... But, do I really need to continue following the divorce paper split guidelines now that I'm 18? O_o

Oh well. Ciao <3

* - this is why i hate white people...but i love me some hippie girls

What is it about hippie girls that makes me so attracted to them? i mean come on, sure most of them are attractive and calm, and kind......damn i just answered my own question and have no reason to even continue this rant of a blog.....

-posting it anyway bizsnitches!!!!!-
s0m3blackguy

* - this is why i hate white people.....and gary oak

Ok, so im playing pokemon, minding my own business...and then all of a sudden that pea-brained snot of a pokemon trainer Gary Oak comes out of nowhere and challenges me to a battle. Half of my party is either poisoned, at a pathetic level or unconcious. But noooooooo!!!!!!! to Gary MotherF**king Oak that doesnt matter at all!! So you know what happens? He beats the living crap out of me...worst part is i have to beat him to progress farther in the game. So guess what i have to do now? i can blame two people for this, 1: Professor Oak for giving his little shite of a grandson a pokedex and 2: Obama.

-Extreme Anger...I CHOOSE YOU!!!!!!!-
s0m3blackguy

* - this is why i hate white people...and every other race just as much

Ok, so since im adopted my parents are white. Needless to say i'm severely lacking in their skin pigment. So when i go out to the store with my mom i constantly receive some of the strangest looks ever just because im walking with a middle aged white woman. I can only blame one person for these stares.....Obama.

-still alive-
s0m3blackguy

^_^ <--- again not my mood

Yesterday, I got yelled at by my boyfriend's father for something I didn't do. He told me that if his son wasn't at his house in 45 minutes he would call the cops. First problem, I didn't have his son. When I told him this he asked me where he was. I told him I did not know, for in reality I didn't know, I could assume he was at St. Paul's, but I didn't say that. He told me I was lying and that I would never see him (being my boyfriend) again because of this. At this point I said excuse me and handed the phone to my mother. I was told by her he said I was a toxic influence on his son. I later found out that the reason they couldn't find my boyfriend was because he overslept and was in his dorm the whole time. I can't keep food down. I'm constantly paranoid of someone showing up at my door. I felt okay today at my voice lesson, and driving home from my vocal coaches' house, driving to her house I listened to "Umbrella" by Rihanna over and over again to keep my thoughts at bay. Right now, I feel like I'm being watched. My energy level is at zero. My paranoia and fear is at 100%. I'm afraid to go on facebook. I'm scared to answer the phone. I'm scared to move around my house. I am at a loss for what to do. Help.

^_^ <-- I wish this described my mood more often.

Sometimes a horrible haircut is all you need to realize how insecure you are... *sighs*

^_^ LIfe spun me into a black hole and I climbed out again

And now I am sitting at my computer, talking to my boyfriend while co-writing a story/rpg with him, which is a blast.

My mom drove me to UNH to pick classes. My schedule is nutty, but I like it that way. Though Monday's are a tad full and Thursday's are sadly almost vacant. I got the voice teacher I wanted!!!!

I had Indian food for dinner... and yeah... I don't really have anything meaningful or important to say right now, but when I saw the last post from ANYONE was in June... I decided somebody needed to post SOMETHING!!! Get on it people!

! Welcome to Paradise. (Da na na naa na na naa naaaa)

I graduated. And I got to give a speech.
I really liked it.
Graduation was a good time for me. It was definitely one of my best high school experiences. It summed up the last four years pretty well, you know? So I'm happy with it.
Of course, recital is kind of an equally big deal for me--this Saturday will be my 14th and my last with Alton Dance Academy. I can't tell you all that the studio has done for me. I literally hauled myself into class (five days a week, every week) during some of the worst moments of my life, and you know what? Every single time, I left feeling better... not ok, not all the time, but so much better. All my friends up there really don't know how much they've helped me, but ADA honestly helped me get through this year. That's saying something.
Today I sat at home. I literally stayed in my room all day, either cleaning or reading or just sitting and texting. I was kind of disappointed I didn't get to go out, but it actually gave me some time to get my thoughts together. Now I'm in recital mode. I have a big role this year and I can't let my studio down. I know I can do a good job, but I want to go above that. This year I'm not dancing for myself. I'm dancing for my friends who are coming to support me--and I'm dancing for my friends already on stage. They deserve it.
The sun just came out for the first time all day and the rain stopped. I think I'm going to go outside.
L

^_^ uck

Currently looking at myself in the mirror makes me want to throw up. On the brightside, my room is nice and squeaky clean and Doc (my cuddly black kitty) is sleeping on my bed so I cannot reapply the sheets to the mattress. Over and out, going to make myself some tea... maybe it'll be slimming?

^_^ The Next Step

Many people I know are very excited to start the next step in there lives. Am I the only one who is going, "eh"? I guess that since my parents mandated that I was expected to get at least a Bachelor's degree ever since I was really little, that I wasn't all that excited... god knows I was more stressed and excited about graduating junior high, than high school. So I'm sitting in my living room, waiting for some sliver of excitement for college to form, listening to Miss Saigon... there is nothing more peaceful, and yet nothing more boring. I hunger for the world. I'm starting to think that I have gypsy feet and the only thing holding me down is college and Tex. Which... I guess I don't mind being held in place by Tex, and since college is in NYC, that should calm my travel bug, at least... for a while...

♪ I understand everyone's busy finishing up school and whatnot...

... but I think it's about time that we rejuvinate some of the members who signed onto this collab. I'm feelin' a facebook message all around :D... On MP's orders of course.

Sincerely yours,

The Stentorian Ninja.

♪ 1/5 of a Score Ago...

...I started at Malden Catholic High School... and today I'm finally done :D Graduation in just 4 hours and 19 minutes! I seem excited but to honest I'm actually quite passive about it. Probably because I've been done with MC for about a month already... and the last thing I did there was fill my entire AP essay section with a reinterpretation of of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam using my teacher Mr. O'Connor and Michael Scott from 'The Office' as God... but anyway! I won't lie, I'm happy. And I don't even mind that I don't expect anything just for graduating. Hell I don't even want anything but to be done with this school. Sittin here in my UMASS sweats with A Day to Remember, Attack Attack, Sum 41, The Offspring, and classic Greenday playing I'm havin a pretty damned good day.

!Follow the Awesome

So, uh, high school's almost over.
That's sort of cool.
These past couple months have been some of the craziest/hardest/most fun I've had in a really long time. I think I'll be sad to see them go. There are, though, cool things to look forward to XD
So have I congratulated everyone on the schools they got into and the decisions they made? I'm just really, really proud of all of you. You deserve the best; I hope you're happy where you go. You'll probably find some more cool people and expand your personal communities of awesome. I mean, cracking open the books and studying and absorbing knowledge is a huge part of all of this, arguably the most important. All of you will love it because all of you love learning. Just don't forget to notice who you're with and find out some stories. I know from experience that you can find out some fascinating things just by talking to and laughing with the people around you. That's how I made my decision, I think. Awesome people all flock to these great centers of higher learning that are American colleges. I just follow.

MP

♪ Welp, seeing as we're all too busying having lives to post...

I guess I'll get things rolling again.

Just some updates on my life since I don't get to talk to all of you as much as I'd like.
I've decided on Umass Amherst, 2014.
Prom was last Friday and it was great. After from was even more great ;D

I wrote some more poetry the other night. The poem was kind of depressing which was weird since most of what I write it pretty upbeat. And especially since I wasn't feeling the way the tone of the poem presents at the time... hell I only felt that way months and months ago and a short period of time at that. I guess it was inspiring or at least interesting to write from that perspective again. Anyone who wants to read it can ask I suppose although I putting it online isn't exactly on my to-do list.

ANYWAY, I was approached by Ricky Serino the other day (for MP's amusement) and he told me that, upon googling his name, he found his way to the NLC 2.0.! Pretty funny considering the line he found himself mentioned in is about hate for him :P Ricky's a good kid, I think he'll manage to do well after MC. Althhough I do think he should loosen up a bit... then again I can attest to him doing that more than I expected over the year.

Annnnd my ipod just died. Killed the Angels and Airwaves playlist I had going but oh well.

I don't really have anywhere to go with this post. Oh neat, I found my draft card in my wallet. Is it bad that the first three digits are 911?

Song of the day: Airplanes by B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams <3

! It's just a fancy word for red.

On a scale of one to a lot, how angry at me would you guys be if I went through your posts and corrected your spelling? I'll find a support group someday, I swear.
Maybe they have one in Cambridge that I can go to, since I'm going to Harvard.
I think that, the more times I say it, the more I'll start to believe I'm going there. It took me like, a week to come to terms with the fact that I got in, and now I'm going.
I'm heading down on Saturday to see if I can start to fall in love with it. Plus I want to buy a sweatshirt.
In other news, life goes on. I have AP tests in a couple of weeks. English should be decent, but whoever corrects my Calc exam is going to see a whole lot of artwork and not a lot of numbers. After that, there's prom in early May, for which I already have a dress and a date. Talk about preparedness. Then it's class trip, with Lit Mag getting published in between, then there's graduation. It turns out I am writing a speech; not the speech, but I was salutatorian in eighth grade too, and I know I'll get great joy out of writing a kick-ass speech that makes the valedictorian look bad. (She's my friend, but hey, my sympathy only goes so far.) Recital is the weekend after that--it's Peter Pan for those of you who don't know, and I'm playing the twelve year old in tights. Yessss. It'll be fun XD. After recital...I don't know what. Life, I guess. So, here's to the summer of 2010: may you be a celebration of the evolution of our collective lifelessness. I salute you.

MP

Procrastination

So I spent another day rehearsing for a long period of time and now suffer the sever consequences as I write this paper on Jane Austen's Persuasion. Excellent book, by the way if any of you are interested in a good read.

I have decided to go to Hofstra University. After I made the decision I freaked out and got all nauseous, but now I'm feeling a lot better and quite content.

I sent an application to Berklee's 3 day Vocal Summit, I wanted something to do musically over the summer other than playing/singing at weddings and taking lessons and that seemed like a good solution.

I also sent applications for jobs at Borders and the Palace theater... so yeah, my life feels quite pointless right now.


Good Night Everyone

P.S. Nneka is awesome, check her out on itunes/youtube

sincerely- Anni
A.L. was right as usual about several things, but I will not admit that to him until tomorrow.

I swing mah nalgene looww

Annnd I just bought a 6 pack of IBC Root Beer. Figured that was worth the post. Done with school in a week, soon to be making my college choice- narrowed it down to Umass Amherst, Umass Lowell, or Bridgewater state since that's all I can afford. Oh! And I just made my status "should probably get on finding a prom date" a minute ago. I'll check after a quick team deathmatch and see how many guys want me to take 'em this year [We are MC] -__-

! Holy shit.

There's probably something religiously symbolic about the fact that some of the biggest news of my life has come on Holy Thursday and Good Friday.

Dear God: if you really needed me to listen, acceptances to Dartmouth and Harvard, were, I guess, the sledgehammer approach to divine intervention.

MP

! Feathers and Lead.

I am finally getting my chance to redeem myself.
What, you may ask, do I need to redeem myself from? What could possibly be the issue?
Well, it's been four years.
Four years of hating Ricky Serino and proper nouns and yelling/throwing soft objects at contestents on trivia game shows because they're completely, totally, utterly vapid, brainless morons. I am not bitter.
Most of you know (because some of you were there) that all I wanted out of the 2006 Malden Catholic Quiz Bowl was to use the buzzer that the finalists got to ring in their answers with--nothing more, nothing less. A simple goal, you may say. I would agree. However, I did not get to be a finalist in the 2006 Malden Catholic Quiz Bowl due to a series of circumstances out of my control, including an incident that eats a little piece of my soul every time I talk about it. I will say only this: a pound of bricks, Richard, is not, in fact, heavier than a pound of feathers. I am not bitter.
Today, though, was a day of quenched vendettas against quiz bowls, a day that has been four years coming. In truth, I never stopped wishing for a second chance at a trivia competition, and I absolutely loved every minute of it. Nothing else takes my ability to remember the most absolutely useless information known to mankind and turns it into something that we can fight over for a shiny trophy (or, someday, maybe shiny cash. Can I do this for a living?)
Anyways, the B Team I was on did pretty well, with 6 wins and 4 losses and several almost-ties. The A Team had a 10-nothing winning streak, and overall we won first place. They're competing again next Saturday, and then again for state championships. I'm not going to be able to go to all of these, since I have dance at that exact time, but I think I have one more round left in me. Then, my friends, we're going to take gold.

Oh. And I got another full scholarship to one of the best liberal arts colleges in the country, Washington and Lee. I never understand what's going on in my life.

MP

! So this is cool.

I got a letter!
(Which I'm happy about, since I thought it would be 8 more days until I get some news.)

Trinity College.
Um. Full scholarship.
shazzzam.
Stay tuned form more (possibly less exciting news) coming from a Barnstead near you.

MP

؟ Oh shi-

First post for me :P Just working on the first of my research papers today... I realized I 've gotta do another 42 hours of service in... a little over half a month. This'll be fun lmfao. In other news, I've now 7/7 of 8 for college acceptances.

As of now I'm accepted to:
Umass Amherst
Umass Lowell
Umass Boston
Wentworth Institute of Technology
Northeastern University
Merrimack
Assumption

Sacred Heart is still /considering/ my application, according to a letter I got recently. They suggest an interview. My understanding of the letter is that They've narrowed down a number of people who could be good enough but not better than each other and, depending on who actually shows interest by going for a tour and interview, will their decision be made. SU is a really great school and I loved their campus but I couldn't afford it if I wanted to sooo, if I actually do get denied in the end I'll move on.

! Speaking of slush...

Did I ever tell you about how I ran for class president at the end of freshman year? I made one of my normal speeches and talked about fundraising... and I mentioned that selling slush would be a good fundraiser. True. Fact. Well, for reasons I don't really understand, the idea of slush and the concept of selling it was completely hilarious to my entire class. I'm still trying to find someone who can explain it to me. Part of the problem is that they don't have "slush", they have "slushies" (which, by the way, we know are totally different from the good ol' Spadafora stuff). And, to this day, I have never seen slush sold anywhere in New Hampshire. I am also still known as "that slush girl".

I don't understand my life. But that's my anecdote.
(11 days!)

MP

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So I had tennis today and it was pretty good ( ran a mile then hit for an hour and a half) I feel my abs burning :) which is good. Found out my boyfriend can't come to my prom because of stupid mc and planning things on the same day as ac's prom >:O but hopefully he can come after? I'm bored so... yeah RANDOM QUESTION TIME!!! Favorite flavor of slush? mines watermelon! :D

^_^ prom dresses = a craziness I didn't need this week

So I now have purchased two prom dresses for this years prom (totaling my spending at $20.00). The problem? First my date hates lime green, second I discover he adores red tenty ballgowny poofy dress things... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

This means lime green slinky = no go
Black flapper dress = no go

Shoot me............ or help me...................... arg....

What is everyone else doing for prom?

! Spare change, anyone?

Salvete! (I'm only using Latin in Caesar's honor. Don't worry, I'll stop soon.)

So, I need a favor.
I have, as of tomorrow, 15 days to accomplish something I've wanted since the beginning of the year... and I don't think I can do it.
I've been convinced to give this whole optimism thing a whirl, though, so we'll try it. I'm just going to need some good vibes sent directly to NH and maybe some of the amazing combined willpower that was the NLC.
Ladies and gents: as of the end of last year, I was class valedictorian. As of the middle of last week, I am salutatorian. I am off by a fraction of a GPA point, and I really really want to do something about it.
Like I said, I'm not sure I have it in me to pick my grades up that much in two weeks. I might as well go down fighting, right?
[Any spare good vibes that could be spared for my unrelated speech contest on Wednesday (link to a copy) would also be very welcome.]

I want to be the one up on the podium at graduation.

Moritura te saluto.
MP

p.s.  @J - You know I appreciate your stoic loyalty to the cause. However, I host all my blogs on here and they're the only place where I know how to add multiple authors. xD Somehow, I see your relationship with Google paralleling your relationship with Fred... so I think things will get better as you go. Much <3, L

& The Battle of Jess vs Google

L- I love you dearly, but why google? Why Blogger?! Since the Horrific Password Incident of 2009 which loose two blogs and my youtube account I had sworn off all things google-y.

Well, except for actual google. Anyway, but now you've sucked me back in! And for the record I FOUGHT to get back in! They wouldn't let me use any of my e-mails because I had used them in the HPIo2009. I had to create a new e-mail. Worse, a g-mail one. Silly me I thought it would be eaiser if it looked like I was playing for their team.

It wasn't. I can't read their stupid verification word thing and I DEFINATELY can't hear the audio one. I had to do it five times before I got it right! (don't laugh. I know you're laughing).

But now it's working and I have no regrets because I love the NLC more than my own grandmother and would do anything for it. (Not counting Fred)

Oh yeah..stuff about me! Umm, rehearsing the musical Drood at school. Still have to turn in my money for AP tests and drivers ed and pretty sure I'm going to college New York, which I"m pretty pysched about. :)

NLC Forver,
Fomerly GilmoreFreak

^_^ Prepare the defibrillator

Dear NLC,

I am alive... sordof... My high school drama troupe just moved on to states, which means two more weeks of rehearsals before another competition! Very exciting, very little sleep! XD -- On a different note as of today I have been accepted to Hoftsra U., UNH, and McNally Smith, wait-listed at Northeastern, and I am still waiting on Berklee, Hartt School, and Fordham.

In other news, I am continuing the ongoing process of cleaning my room. I will let you know when and if this ever concludes. Technically I have five more months to learn room maintenence skills before I have an angry roommate yelling at me about it.

peace out!

AND IN REPLY TO PREVIOUS: Payless has some awesome shoes right now, plus all of their spring stock is currently 30% off. I did not check for prom-ish shoes, but I got a pair of gladiator sandals that are gorgeous.

? I'M BACK!

Yup I'm back sorta. Call this a test run and I'll try to keep supporting this site. So yeah... I'm alive and busy with college/school/tennis. I honestly don't know what else to say besides me getting into 2 schools ( Syracuse and Umass Amherst) and getting rejected ( MIT and Northeastern). So yeah life is good only two more months left before I leave my high school and get to relax for 3 months before I go to college. OH! and let me know if there are any good shoes stores out there. ( trying to find shoes for prom)

! Reincarnation

Salutations, my friends.
I had this idea after the death of the NLC, and I wanted to share it with you guys and start it right as we started to finally move on to college, beginning with acceptances, decisions, ect. and chronicling some of the mishaps we may have along the path to greatness.
Or failure. They're relatively interchangable.
I wanted this to be a collaborative space where we could post what ever we wanted to--a blog entry, a vlog entry, some creative writing, some artwork, some pictures--anything that came to mind that we wanted to share with the group. What I miss most about the glory days is our interconnectedness. We all knew how eachother's lives were going, whether we were having moving pains or just a really cool summer.
So, what do you say? Are you in?

Long live the NLC.

MP