Jaded Gazelle

OMG!

2008-06-24T15:39:00.002-04:00

What is this? A new post? Nah, couldn't be. It's just a plug for the fact that I registered a domain name to play with coding; hence, you should go there instead. 'There' is known as jadedgazelle.com, so check it out (though there may be nothing there for a while). Now that I'm writing here though, I'm slowly becoming filled with nostalgia for Blogger...maybe I'll post here every now and then :)

Does anyone speak Jaded Gazelle?

2006-09-12T13:17:00.000-04:00

Everyone speaks a different language. Everyone. We're all brought up in our respective families, trying to learn the nuances of our parents so we can get what we want, or avoid time-out, or make them proud. Which is fine. But what about the rest of the world? All of a sudden, you go to school and there are other languages being spoken everywhere. And you have to learn them all. Or just choose to not understand, which I feel is a growing problem today. What will happen when everyone just stops caring? What if you have these ground-breaking ideas, but no one takes the time to understand you? And what happens when the people with those great thoughts think,"well, at least I understand it." But what good is that? Sure it betters one person's view on life (and that's always a start), but society suffers. Dead. So many questions!

Good Vibrations

2005-12-18T15:24:00.000-05:00

Another semester come and gone...I made it through my 17 credits better than I ever made made it through 13 or 14 (funny how things work out for me). In general, I'm very satisfied with this semester, though I'm more satisfied that it's over. I love being back at home, with the gang all here; the prospect of hanging out with Kristin and Regina tonight never looked more inviting. To top it off, I'll see Steven in a few days as well. Oh yeah, and I'll be 20 on the 20th, which is pretty cool. The great expanse of teenagerdom will have been traveled, and I'll make my way into the twenty-something crowd; weird but welcome times.
I've been thinking about the future a little bit lately, wondering where I'll end up in life; basically, I don't really know and it doesn't bother me. I feel like I have direction without knowing it, that my life knows where it wants me to go and one day I'll just be there. So I figure I'll go with it; I've never been let down.
Christmas is coming (Chanukah too :) and my best friends are the presents (so that was a sappy, cliche thing to say, wanna fight about it?). The present time has such a great vibe to it right now; I hope everyone else feels it like I do.

BTW

2005-11-14T01:35:00.000-05:00

Prophet and profit...I like that...

Wo ist die Katze?

2005-11-14T01:17:00.000-05:00

This marks the beginning of my attempt to ::gasp:: post things on this site. I feel that I have an obligation to you guys (the use of the term 'you guys' refers to my close circle of friends in this case) to keep you updated on what may or may not be happening in my life. For example, I have to decided to once again give myself (or just my hair) to Locks of Love; this means you guys have to tell me what to do with the hair I'll have left. However, I have not been chased by packs of rabid rampaging monkeys (recently). My car was towed from The Courtyards, and I will be getting my money back from those impolite, excrement-eating towing people (otherwise known as shitheads). I have not been inducted into a secret society that only eats frog legs on alternate Mondays in the month of February, and then only during a Leap year. I am signed up for German 3, Arabic 2, Lepidoptera Biology, International Relations, and Math for Liberal Arts Majors (that still makes me laugh) next semester. I am not currently a prophet (neither person who hears God or money left over from expenses) of any major or minor religion. But enough about me; let's talk about you...

Die Loreley

2005-09-18T23:32:00.000-04:00

This is a German poem I happen to enjoy. I don't care if you don't know what it means, you'll like it too (lest your naughty bits become un-naughty):

Ich weiss nicht, was soll bedeuten,
dass ich so traurig bin;
ein Marchen aus alten Zeiten,
das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.

Die Luft ist kuhl und es dunkelt,
und ruhig fliesst der Rhein;
der Gipfel des Berges funkelt
im Abendsonnenschein.

Die schonste Jungfrau sitzet
dort oben wunderbar,
ihr goldenes Geschmeide blitzet,
sie kammt ihr goldenes Haar.

Sie kammt es mit goldenem Kamme,
und singt ein Lied dabei;
das hat eine wundersame,
gewaltige Melodei.

Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe
ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
er schaut nur hinauf in die Hoh.

Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
am Ende Schiffer und Kahn;
und das hat mit ihrem Singen
die Loreley getan.

Ode

2005-09-02T00:04:00.000-04:00

Apartments, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
My own room
Sleepovers
My own bathroom
A living area
A KITCHEN
Lots of food space
Sleepovers
My roomies
Parking
I only have to walk a few feet to bother Mark
EricaRose only has to walk a few feet to bother me
Did I say sleepovers?

Well damn

2005-08-20T00:32:00.000-04:00

I have a question to ask everyone...what do I do with my life? I've come to a point where I can see about fifty potential paths to walk down, and I just keep running a few steps down one, only to run back and go down another. I really do like the language thing, but dermatology would be cool too. I just don't know if I want to work that hard, or if I would . I've also become a much better singer, not to mention I'm becoming interested in art again. And I love movies so much! I want to do that too. So what the hell do I do with myself? I can't do it all, at least not the extent I would want to. Well damn.

Fine, Here's Another

2005-08-02T17:31:00.000-04:00

I just put over 600 pictures on my iPod because I am totally cool...not really. My iPod is cool however, as it now has kuhl pictures on it. <---Why did I even type that? Oh well. Though Mark may not appreciate my Queen lyrics, I did post them for a reason, which follows: that's how I feel right now. Not that anyone is trying to stop me or anything, but the whole flying Lady Godiva tiger Mars sex machine explode thing is true. As for being crammed together, it looked cool. My summer may have consisted of mainly running around frantically, trying to make everyone happy, but I have still managed to have a good time. Steve and I couldn't be better...it's been truly amazing (hence the song lyrics). But I must bid you all a fond farewell, as I have to get all the way down to Mark's house for dinner...catch you guys later!

A New Post? Where?

2005-08-01T20:42:00.000-04:00

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good timeI feel alive And the world I'll turn it inside out yeahI'm floating around in ecstasySo don't stop me nowDon't stop me'cause I'm having a good time Having a good timeI'm a shooting star leaping through the skyLike a tiger defying the laws of gravityI'm a racing car passing by like Lady GodivaI'm gonna go go go there's no stopping meI'm burning through the sky yeahTwo hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. FahrenheitI'm travelling at the speed of lightI wanna make a supersonic man out of youDon't stop me now I'm having such a good timeDon't stop me now ('cause I'm havin' a good time)Don't stop me now (yes I'm havin' a good time)I don't wanna stop at allI'm a rocket ship on my way to MarsOn a collision courseI am a satellite I'm out of controlI'm a sex machine ready to reloadLike an atom bomb about to oh oh oh oh oh explodeI'm burning through the sky yeahTwo hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. FahrenheitI'm travelling at the speed of lightI wanna make a supersonic woman of youDon't stop me don't stop me, don't stop me hey hey hey!Don't stop me don't stop me ooh ooh ooh (I like it)Don't stop me don't stop meHave a good time good timeDon't stop me don't stop meI'm burning through the sky yeahTwo hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. FahrenheitI'm travelling at the speed of lightI wanna make a supersonic man out of youDon't stop me now I'm having such a good timeI'm having a ball Don't stop me nowIf you wanna have a good timeJust give me a callDon't stop me now'cause I'm having a good timeDon't stop me now Yes I'm having a good timeI don't wanna stop at all

Words

2005-05-10T05:14:00.000-04:00

Everyone is home for the summer, though some people are farther from me than I would like them to be...::sighs:: I'll live (though I won't like it one bit). I'll tell you right now that I don't really know where I'm going with this post; I was just looking at my blog, thinking it would look better with a new post. I always think, "hey, maybe I will write about something deep and philosophical on my blog and sound really cool and smart!", but then all the thoughts in my head stop at my fingertips (hey, maybe I am going somewhere with this post). It's come to my attention that I can't articulate how I feel about a variety of things...I feel them, and I understand exactly what I think about in my mind (obviously), but I don't feel that I have the words to accurately express something as raw as an emotion. I know, I know, it's easy to say "I feel happy/sad/pissed at you/aroused/whatever", but how do describe how you feel about another person in one word, or even a couple? How do you describe how you feel about a book, a poem, a point of view, a sunset, your cat, your dog, the world, the universe (and any parallel ones)? It seems pompous to assume that a language can even come close to explaining these things. I'm going to think about this some more and post on it again...

It's Over

2005-04-30T06:38:00.000-04:00

That's it guys. The first year of college is done. I can't believe it...time truly flies. I took my last exam today (Geological Science sonofabitch), saw Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (highly entertaining), and now I'm sitting here in my dorm room, shocked about the fact that it's 3 in the morning and I have to pack and be out of here by my checkout time at 10:20 tomorrow. Have I started packing? Ummmm, no. I've been so occupied by my happiness during this last month that I didn't notice it coming to a close ("my happiness" is Gazelle code for "I can't believe my luck in getting Steve as a boyfriend and I'm still in awe over the whole relationship deal and I can't get over the fact that this is happening to me and isn't it weird that this induces sappy, run-on sentences and I am so disgustingly, deliriously happy and how did this happen again?"). Who knew that I would end up in a tangible relationship...me, the least likely of anyone to come remotely close to getting a guy due to my inherent unluckiness concerning anything that has to do with this crazy game everyone else is always playing. I will miss living here at Hume, with Steve and Mitch and Cristi and Paul and everyone else, but I can't wait to see my OPUS clan! And I have a free summer! Woo freakin hoo! I love you guys! Peace out!

New Semester Schedule, Bitches!

2005-04-08T19:27:00.000-04:00

I FINALLY registered for my fall classes today; I'm surprised there were any left, due to my shitty late registration time. Luckily, I am lucky (haha). I had no problem obtaining the sections I wanted of Beginning Arabic 1 and Beginning German 2. I had spot of trouble with getting an honors class and a class relating to what I think I want for a minor (religion or classics?)...I originally had to sign up for Hebrew Scriptures (lol) at 9:35 AM (we all know how well that would have worked out for owls like me) and for the Glory that was Greece at 4:05 (I probably wouldn't have gone...ever) and no honors class at all (unless I wanted Beginning Chinese or People of the Pueblos). Fortunately, one seat opened up in Intro to Islam and another in a cool honors class, Cults and New Religious Movements. So I snuck into them (here she comes, Sneaky McSneakerton!) BITCHES!! Haahahahahahha I win and have a cool schedule! Peace out.

Oberoffentittengeil

2005-03-31T11:41:00.001-05:00

Sooooooo, why do I always start my posts with "so"?

Oberoffentittengeil

2005-03-31T11:41:00.000-05:00

Soooooooooo, why do I always start my posts with "so"???

ALL RIGHT!! WOOOO!!

2005-03-28T15:47:00.000-05:00

So Easter was sweet (by sweet I mean I ate food all day). I was thinking about that scary behemoth called the future today...if I follow through with this whole German/Arabic craziness and get into the CIA, what would I do? Would I be an agent? You know, leather pants with one of my kick-ass corsets and dark sunglasses, doing a five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique on the terrorist bastards wherever I am sent kind of deal (that would be incredible, though I'm sure meine Eltern would have something to say about that). Or would I do kind of an office-y job aka the cute secretary who decodes stuff and COULD KILL YOU MWAHAHAHA. Whoa, sorry, got a little excited. Whatever happens, I'm sure it will kick some major ass. BRING IT ON FUTURE! YEAH! Power to the sparkly bracelets my partner in the blonde bomb squad!

Yeah, about that...

2005-03-15T14:49:00.000-05:00

Sooooooooo, I sort of kind of have a boyfriendish-type person....OK bye!!!!!!!!!

All Right

2005-03-09T11:50:00.000-05:00

Sooooooo, there are no words to describe how beautiful Atlantis was...I mean, wow. Truly incredible. Although I could be content to live anywhere where it is quasi-warm, Atlantis is one of those places where I would be exceedingly ecstatic to live there forever. It's that good. I know it's expensive, but I recommend that everyone start saving to go there right now because you don't know what you're missing. Paradise Island is not even remotely far from the truth. SoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooHotchachachachacha!

If You Like Pina Coladas

2005-03-03T23:19:00.000-05:00

I know I do...anyways, I'm packing to fly to the Bahamas tomorrow! I failed to tell Mark this (my profuse apologies!), but hopefully he'll forgive me and still be my best friend (hint hint wink wink). I'm pretty stoked as it is (I love it when I regress to my surfer dialect...good times), though it's supposed to be rainy tomorrow. FORTUNATELY that doesn't matter because we're staying at the Atlantis resort; this means there will be plenty to do inside (by which I mean gamble and drink...haha j/k). It'll be sweet. What a weird spring break...it's so early (lame). Some guy on TV is talking about how objects usually fly away from an explosion...I had no idea. I'm glad we have engineers to tell us things like that; I know I would be lost without that kind of information . CHOCOLATE CAKE EATING TIMEpeaceout!!!!!!!!!!!

Stop that...it's silly

2005-02-26T03:48:00.000-05:00

WHOA has it been crazy up here or what...awkward situations abound. Whatever, I'm cool with everything (you can tell how easily agitated I am...you could drive a bus full of dynamite at me and I could still fall asleep in the road). Anywho, spr ing is here [haha spr ing=spring break (I know I'm a nerd)]. I am aware that no one really cares to read about what I do every day SO it's time for the good stuff (meaning I will now devolve into stream of consciousness random weird associational sentences): The frappuccino will only develop slippers on the purple day of August, by which I mean the slippery rhino will charge upon the UN, leaving China at a loss of carpets. Tragically, the cocosnuss mountain will vomit lamps, ubiquitously traveling (at the speed of dark) to Switzerland to see the palm trees. Meanwhile, I will be sitting with the Jello in Ankh-Morpork (Kristin, that was for you) while fabulously flabbergasted flibbertigibits fly far from France (don't practice your alliteration on me). As for the socks, well...we all know what they did. In conclusion, NO......by which I mean YES. Thank you and goodnight/morning. PEACE yo.

Damn you Ice Cream!

2005-02-16T15:12:00.000-05:00

So I hope everyone had a happy martyring-of-St.-Valentine's day. It was just another average day for me, no big deal. Anyways, I'm really happy I went home this weekend to see you guys, I had a blast...though I still can't believe I ended up at the OPUS spaghetti dinner (of all things). I'd like to say thank you to Josh for doing a fabulous job catering to Regina and I and congrats to Hunter for developing abs lol. I also got to chill with my doppelganger Kristin and gave an unexpected birthday wish to Miss Katelyn Buehler, who has now joined the 19 club along with Mark.
SO, I've decided that G-ville needs a Haagen Daazs. Immediately. When I look out of my dorm window I want to see them building it right out on the lawn...::goes to look:: Hmmm, obviously no one heard me, because it doesn't seem to be happening. TANGENT I wish you guys could see the original copy of this post, because I am really incompetant at typing right now for some reason and words that don't exist keep appearing on the screen END TANGENT. And now for something completely different:
Today's cool German words and phrases: Was sagen Sie dazu?=What do you say to that?
Quatsch!=Nonsense!
judisch=Jewish

Ta-da! Let the light of randomness burn brightly for you in dark places of logical sense (ugh)!

Yo YO this is Georgio

2005-01-31T14:36:00.000-05:00

Hey guys! Not much goin on in G-ville, other than the fact that Mark is kicking my ass when it comes to getting guys...oh well. I'm ok with that, mainly because I spent exorbitant amounts of money at Publix (thereby giving me lots of good food to eat). I will always be sane as long as there is good food. I would be saner if I could get the damn pickle jar open (&^@%#&!@% pickles). Anyways, I miss and love all of you guys, but NEVER FEAR! Mark's b-day is coming up and we shall be reunited once again!! Mwahahahha! Peace out.

Heck yes I did

2005-01-20T18:36:00.000-05:00

Krystal burger is so freakin cool. Fucking tiny burgers...yesssssss. Who cares that you have no idea whether you're eating real beef? It's Krystal burger dammit. You can eat 20 and have your fries too. F you mad cow disease, I'll show you a mad cow you stupid brain liquifying piece of crap. Bam! Punch in the face straight from Krystal burger, and you didn't even see it coming. Heck yes.

Whatever, I do what I want

2005-01-17T04:12:00.000-05:00

It has just occurred to me that people actually look at my blog from time to time...this made me feel bad about never having anything on it, so I thought I'd give the commitment thing a shot (as far as my blog goes anyways). So yeah, I'm supposed to be packing to head back to G-ville, but I'm not of course. I'm just sitting here. It's one of my bad habits (or good ones, if you want to look at it that way).
Tip of the Day: Don't use deoderant that has expired. You will not smell pleasant.

Quote of the Day: "I made like infinity of those at scout camp."-Napoleon Dynamite

I'll post something more exciting as soon as something more exciting happens. Peace out.

Tina you fat lard, come get some ham!

2005-01-16T07:01:00.000-05:00

So yeah, I have Christmas presents for everone, but UF is retarded so I had to go back early. So if you know me, and you happen to be my friend, I have a present for you. Anyways, life at UF goes on like always. I tried Bacardi 151 for the first time a few nights ago...whoa. Pretty crazy stuff. Deutsch ist sooooooooo kuhl. Haha, du sprechst Deutsch nicht. Schade...back to English. ttyl!

CVS Pharmacy Sucks

2004-11-19T04:06:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I was lazy and forgot to drop off my prescription to the pharmacy until last Tuesday (I needed the prescription on Sunday...whatev). Anyways, I go to drop it off and Eckerd no longer exists. It's a CVS Pharmacy now, bitch. Whatever, I think, and I head inside anyways. They tell me that they can transfer the prescription no problem, but they need 24 hours to do it so come back the next day to pick it up. Not a big deal right? WRONG. I can't go to pick it up on Wednesday because I have a chem lab (and I don't feel like going anywhere after chem lab) so I go today to pick it up, around 7:30 PM. I wait patiently in line. A nice young guy informs me that I am next, what can he do for me. I would like to pick up my prescription that I dropped off 48 hours ago (which, I may mention, is double the time required for a transfer). So he looks for it. And he looks for it. And looks some more. He looks for me in the computer. I'm not there. I'm standing there thinking, well isn't this freakin cool. Am I sure I dropped it off? Oh gosh, maybe I just dreamed it and I really didn't YES I DROPPED IT OFF. He finds me...they didn't call in the transfer until 1:00 today. Sweet. I've missed 5 pills now. I am not happy. 'Mount' tells me to give him my cell number and the address of the Eckerd where I got the previous prescription and he'll see if the night pharmicist can get me the pills (yes that was his name). Ok fine. Exit me. He calls and asks for the store number on the prescription. I tell him. Does it have a number sign next to it? As a matter of fact it does, because it is the store number and I just f&$$^!g told it to you. He says, ok I'll give them a call and call you back when the prescription is ready, probably around 10:00 PM. Ok fine. It's 1 in the morning. I haven't received a call. I am missing a sixth pill as we speak (rather, as you read). I am pissed.

Whatever Man!

2004-11-16T16:38:00.000-05:00

Lalalalalalalalalalalala YO! OMG it's a post! On my blog! What the hell?!?! Anyways, all is quiet at UF (at least as quiet as UF will ever be). Here I sit, eating Goldfish, the only food in the dorm at this point in time other than popcorn. I had this really cool idea for a post that I was all excited about, that would rock the blog world, that all my friends would talk about for the rest of their lives, that would probably have to be printed in all newspapers and languages known to exist because it was so cool, but then I forgot it. Oh well.

They made me make a blog

2004-11-04T16:14:00.000-05:00

So, blogger made me create a blog so I could post comments on other peoples' blogs (jiggus's). Whatever man! I probaby won't be posting anything too cool here, because all I wanted out of life was to post comments (but you never know, I could post something cool...).