The life and times of an American college student struggling to get by, meanwhile discovering the meaning of life and writing the great American novel. It's me, enough said.

Saturday, December 2

i trudged over to bergeron to pick up my exam and my haiti web project.

i was not looking forward to this.

i don't understand how...but b on exam and 10 out of 10 on web page.

kimberly rules. :-)

found out about kabalarian philosophy and couldn't help but check it out.

The name of Victoria gives you a clever, quick, analytical mind, but you suffer with a great deal of self-consciousness, lack of confidence, and much aloneness because of misunderstandings. Your idealistic and sensitive nature gives you a deep appreciation for the finer things of life and a strong desire to be of service to humanity. There are times when you experience inner turbulence at your inability to say what you mean. It is far easier for you to express your deeper thoughts and feelings through writing than verbally. You find pleasure in literature, in poetry, and in your ideals and will turn to them when you feel you have been misunderstood. You are deeply moved by the beauties of life, especially nature. Because your feelings run deep, you must guard against the ups and downs, being very inspired one minute, then moody, reserved, and depressed the next. Your reactions to people vary according to how you feel. You tend to be secretive and noncommittal about private matters, yet at times you will talk effusively in order to hide your self-consciousness or to lead others away from personal subjects. You are inspired by encouragement from others, yet suspicious of their intent. You crave affection but seldom find anyone who understands your nature. Physical weaknesses would show in your heart, lungs, or bronchial organs.

so accurate it's almost unnerving. and then there's the vickie analysis that explains a lot too. hmm...
thanks to elizabeth for mentioning the site...i recommend you all check it out!

paper is done. it's a piece o garbage, but it's done.


someone started a fire in the dumpsters.

college. friday night.

enough said.

Warren: Who glued these quarters down?
A.J.: I did.
Warren: What the hell for, man?
A.J.: I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren.

true. true.

it's just wrong to have papers due on saturdays. even if it's an extention. would it be too much to have it be due monday?
my friday night, and i'm with my books.
shoot me now.

but dinner was yum.

Friday, December 1

joey's cooking me dinner. and we're getting work done.

love ya joey babe. :-)


one week til we open it up for the public workshop.


now it's a friday night. i'm going to stop by meg and kathleen's for a bit (i have a meeting with six mike's there planned. :-)) but i can't stay too long because i have a ridiculous amount of work to do this weekend and i'd like to get a lot of it done tonight.

*sniffle* it sucks to try this diligence thing.

the most random memory just flashed through my mind.
freshman year
"will you just CATCH THE FUCKING BUNNY???"
i have no idea why i just thought of it.
but i laughed.

when i left my house to go to cumby's, there was a big swarm of birds by the theme houses. they were swooping about, diving up and down, but never really left one area. and they were squaking, making a really weird chorus of...well...squaking (how do you spell that word, anyway?)
when i got back to my house, they were still there. doing the same weird song and dance number.
i think smc birds have become possessed.
if i don't make it to improv, the birds got me.

fstop: what do you think?
me: about...?
fstop: about anything.
mcs: don't mind her, she's lost a lot of brain cells over the fry vat.
me: i'm thinking about why he always brings up my job.
fstop: why do you think he does?
me: to try to bother me.
mcs: it does bother you.
me: not anymore.
fstop: why do you think he tries to bother you?
me: i don't know.
mcs: i just keep hoping for an explanation of why.
me: it's just like any other job.
mcs: no it isn't.
me: it is to me.

i don't need to try to please them anymore. i've stopped trying to please them. and that makes me smile.

blog blog blog

trying to find a newer layout for my site. i want something distinctively vickie. holy shit, it's the second day i've had it. i'm getting obesssive...i need to not do that.

time for theatre. more fun with rent.

if "rabbit rabbit" really works, then it works in some really fucked up ways.

i knew i wouldn't be able to sleep last night. i still couldn't sleep last night around 3. i don't know what time i actually fell asleep.

i do know when i woke up though...nine minutes before brit lit.

but because I RULE, i managed to make it to class with ninety seconds to spare. don't ask me how, i have no idea.

damn vampire hours. must sleep normal schedule.

i give up trying to make myself tired. i'm just going to crawl into bed, listen to howie, david, and travis sing, squeeze my eyes shut and wait for unconsciousness to take over.

sweet dreams. v1 out.

ps. let it be known i was only kidding about the hat. it'll be good to see you ben. :-)

class is going to be a bitch tomorrow morning, but i'm not tired. i've been going on a late night second wind the last couple days. if i'm not going to sleep, i might as well be productive, right?


Step into the silence
take it in your own sweet hands
and sprinkle it like diamonds
all accross these lands
blazing in the morning
wearing like an iron skin
only thing's worth living for are innocence and magic baby

HAHA!!!! paper's done! go me.
ben's visiting smc next weekend...i want my hat. :-) oh yeah, it'll be good to see him too.

david gray is sheer brilliance. *satisfied sigh*

i'm never going to get this fucking paper done.

rabbit, rabbit.

Thursday, November 30

if the first thing you say on the first of the month is "rabbit, rabbit", it's supposed to bring you luck for the month. i will test this theory in 10 minutes.

i made a webpage. i was bored. and procrastinating. it will get better.

i'm getting ready to wipe off my message board, but i couldn't let these deep words vanish without documentation:
"i have a blanket with sunfaces on it, therefore i think i am cool."
"we have no souls."
deep, andy. deep. ;-)

it is too easy to procrastinate while blogging. this could be the end of me.

soulstice was wonderful. steve brady rocks my post-teenage party world.

i refuse to watch the doors movie anymore.

i have brit lit and i have "on writing" by stephen king. decisions, decisions...

hahaha...magazine couldn't publish this week because of the "maregni complex." poor kid getting picked on. i feel bad for him. had i gotten the virus, i might not be laughing, but i didn't. so all's well.


yeah opening night.

i'm researching the doors (well, relearning) for my theatre project. watching the oliver stone movie as i type. you can see i'm not too concerned with watching the movie. it infuriates me. granted, i don't have firsthand knowledge, but i've seen the film clips from which this film has been recreated. and the film clips don't look like the movie recreations at all. they've created a whole new band of their own in this movie. not the doors.
i hate this movie.

catherine's been raving to me about virginia coalition. she says the lineup for paradise is top-notch, which i knew to a degree, but it hadn't really hit me. but think about it. pat mcgee band. howie. vaco. cravin melon. it's going to be wonderful. and in boston. boston fans love that stuff, so it's going to be a great energy. i'm soooo psyched. i'll be able to sing and dance and not having to worry about who's going to be watching me in the coffeehouse crowd. yeah yeah yeah!

hour and a half til "soulstice."

"Trade in all the chains that bind you,
Turn around and look who's lied to you.
Like the rain washes the dirt away,
So will it ease your pain.

Be yourself,
people will see,
That life has been good
Get off your knees."

H O W I E D A Y - tour dates

"you reporters shouldn't have written what he said, but what he meant."--the life of a journalist

story's done
nothing like the feeling of handing in a story. weight off shoulders. adrenaline rush without the pressure. and the joy of looking forward to seeing your byline in the next issue. bliss...

now i reward myself with a dinner of soda and spagettios. hey, shut up. i'm in college. spagettios are a treat. :-)

as i dragged myself to class this afternoon, i saw a bubble of a car by hodson. a splash of yellow against the dismal snowy background, and it made me smile only as a beetle can. honestly, how can such a funny looking car not make you at least smirk with amusement?
but there was a group of people off to the side of said car, and i had a feeling that they weren't gathering to admire its sunny color and cute shape. my smile began to fade.
sure enough, as i walked closer, i saw the flashing lights of a police car.
winter has officially begun--with the bashed in bumper of a beetle. let the fun begin.
beetles should not be allowed in the state of vermont between november and may. when they get broken, it's too much in an already depressing time of year. this goes double for yellow ones.

"l.a.? don't they have the funny trolleys there?"
i couldn't bear to shatter the illusion. yes, luke. yes they do.

now i must be journalistic and finish this story for the paper...then i reward myself later with opening night of "soulstice." yeah steve and collin...sure to be fun times.

v1 out.

Rock on.
Global Comm time. I play here later.