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BianeRamilla521
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Name: Ben
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Santa Rosa
Birthday: 1/29/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Procrastinating. Extensively. Um, yeah, Netflix lowered their price so I feel less guilty for not really using it as much as I could. Clarinet of course, and choir a lot more this year. I'm more confident in my ability and I think I'm better this year. Crazy Mrs. A.
Expertise: Sigh... don't really know yet. Hopefully filmmaking, if not, I'm in for a career change ten years down the line.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
8/20/2003
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| So, on the 793rd day since I first got a xanga, I think I'm going to retire it.
Or at least phase it out.
See, Kelley and Marla have blogs on blogger, so I tried it out. And It's a lot better, I have to say.
So, you can see me on the web at bianeramilla521.blogspot.com.
I'll still check xanga, but I probably won't update it much anymore. It's kind of sad... this blog has seen me through a lot of stuff, but, well, I think it's time to move on... I dunno... Knowing me, I'll probably keep everything updated, even when I say I won't. But for now, I think the xanga is being retired.
Bye guys! | | |
| I just hate being patronized to...
Case in point: today, I came to work and started working on my essay bit. My plan was to do some essay work, work on this database project I'm working on, work on the essay. Y'know, so I don't get bored of either. All of a sudden, Michelle is in front of my desk, hovering (I hate hovering, too), saying, "gee, that looks fun. What does Tom have you working on?"
OK, bitch please. Seriously, you give me work to do, I will do it. You are paying me to be here. The database project was not urgent and Elizabeth explicitly told me that it was fine to put it off a bit because there was no rush... Grr... People sometimes. So I don't like Michelle. Just belittles me... No me gusta.
And I think I'm getting sick... well, I am sick... I just thought I was in the process of getting better, but now I have a persistant annoying cough. Sheesh... And two papers to write this afternoon. Oh well! | | |
| - The Origin of LoveAw... I love my new profile. It was waaaaaaay time for a change.
This is the latest in my list of projects: a script for a film to film this summer. I think it will be good. Gives me a film project to work on between now and summer, and it gives me a film project to work on this summer, then I can edit after summer... I don't know... I'm just really itching to get working on a film project.
So I think I will...
And I've been here in Santa Cruz for a month. Seems like it's been a lot longer. Hmm... I maintain that a lot can happen in just a month, even though it doesn't feel like a long time.
Anyway, it's about one in the morning, so it's definitely time for bed. | | |
| - As performed by the 2004 NorCal Honor BandI don't know what's up with today. A day of realizations.
So the project I was supposedly working on the week before I went to college (which never ever got finished) was some collection of stories from my life so far. I don't want to call them memoirs because old people do those. But I figure, hey, I can be an entertaining writer, and I've had lots of entertaining stuff happen in my life, so um, I hsould pu tthem down, because I'll appreciated it later.
Because I just get really reminiscent a lot of the time. Like, I was making a new playlist tonight, so I was going through all my music, and I saw Paganni Variations that we played in NorCal junior year, so I played it, and I got extremely sentimental about that time.
Music is just so wonderful sometimes. It trnasports you to a completely different time and place. At least for me, because I go through music in phases, which means each song that I've listened to a lot was listened to mostly during a period of about 4-6 weeks, which means that that period of my life is associated with that song. So when I listen to a song from a year or two ago, I just start getting sentimental... Oh man...
Anyway... I'm off to bed because it's after midnight and I'm tired. Sheesh... thinking about the past fondly can make a boy tired. | | |
| I think, that if I'm ever successful and fabulously wealthy, that I won't be able to enjoy it.
Case in point: this weekend. I felt bad (sort of) every time I spent money. It's probably partly due to the fact that I don't have a lot of money, but it's not like I spend extravagantly or unnecessarily. Definitely no more so than in the past. But I kind of felt bad doing stuff. It's hard to pinpoint why. Maybe when I am fully making my own way and am no longer tied to my parents financially, I'll feel like I've earned my way. Fully. I dunno... I always feel like I should be saving, but then I pay $50 for a jacket that I need and a sweater that I love, and I feel sort of bad.
Hmm.
Hmm I say. | | |
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