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Name: Bridget
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus Christ, reconciling scientific/worldly knowledge/"truth" with scriptural truth, photography, swimming, psychology, Russian Literature (esp Dostoyevsky), late night conversations (Ben and Jerry are always welcome to participate), reading, learning.
Quote: "And the day came when the risk it took to remain tightly closed in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom." - Anais Nin
Expertise: I write a lot (guess you've figured that out if you've spent any time reading my entries), for fun, for school, and for sanity. So I guess you could say I'm an expert at spelling. Sure, why not.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
AIM:  Brigadoon715
Member Since:
2/8/2004
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| I have a lot to process right now, "pot roast" I am affectionately called. I'm getting ready to take a two-week long vaca. I'm quite excited actually, but I don't really want to see a certain person whom I know I am going to. I just found out - the surefire way to extinguish the torch I've been carrying was for him to start going out with her. The fish hooks are finally detaching from my soul - they twinge a little as they dislodge, but I breathe easier. After these two weeks, I have no idea when I'll see him again. And, at least for right now, I'm glad about it.
Which brings me to the next thing: incredible and complete freedom. What do you do with it? I have to fight with myself to not take on further responsibilities right away. I know I have to make money, but other than that, the world is literally only a wish away. I can pursue ANYTHING. I don't quite know how to dream that big.
Well, here goes my best effort!
The thing about traveling is that I like actually living in places. I've never been one for tours or sight-seeing. I prefer taking my time, absorbing what it's like to exist in a particular place. I like living, eating, using public transit at the same time as I am learning about the history and culture of the people who live and have lived there.
Cities/places in America/the world I want to visit:
Vancouver
Sleepy Hollow
Alaska
Hawaii
Atlanta
L.A.
Seattle
Puerto Rico
Curitiba
London
Dublin
Adare
Barcelona
Grenada
I guess Paris again... at least for the food!
Amsterdam
Munich
Vienna
Prague
Milan
Venice
Florence
Rome
Pompeii
Moscow
Turkey
Jerusalem
Tel Aviv
Cairo, down the Nile
Nigeria
S. Africa
India
U.A.E.
Tokyo
Osaka
Seoul
Sydney
Malaysia
P.S. y'all: I love One Republic. Rarely do I like an entire album. This is yummy. | | |
| If someone whom I liked actually liked me back, I would have to give up
the right to be unhappy. That someone would think highly enough of me
to be in a relationship with me. It would mean that I was the object of
that person's affection. That I would have all of those qualities that
I have so often seen in others, but have not been returned. This is
quite an interesting idea to ponder.
The right to be unhappy -- what did I mean by that? I could no longer
claim that unhappiness that I have identified with for so long. This is
not a cry for pity, but rather it is me jotting down my surprise at
this unexpected notion. Am I comfortable with that requirement that a
relationship would claim from me? The agreement to be someone else's
"significant other" - there is a responsibility that comes with that,
most especially if you care deeply for that person also. It's not just
the responsibility to "think well of yourself" for the other person's
sake (because you respect them and love them and don't want it to be
the case that the object of their affection isn't worthy of that
affection), but that you accept yourself AS YOU ARE enough to justify
to yourself your involvement with someone who thinks so highly of you.
These words are not really conveying my meaning -- when reading back on
it, I read an idea that is distinct from the one I had while writing
it. Hmm, how to write what I'm thinking, then? Maybe it's okay as is.
Not like anyone's going to read this. But by all means, if you do
happen to read this, send along a greeting. I love reading responses,
if even just to know that I'm not alone on xanga (though it'd be okay
if I were).
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| I think Spring is finally irrevocably here. For some reason, guys'
cologne with undertones of freshly-bathed, testosterone-filled man-skin
smells of sunshine, classes outside on the grass, and reading good
Russian literature. Try analyzing that for associations.
My finals situation is do-able. I have to write 6 pages (which is
really only 3 pages single spaced, and we all know that that is just
enough space to get a good rant in) on the nature of Stories,
particularly fictional stories. I have to read this 8-page uber-dense
philosophy paper which is turning out to be not too dense (despite the
fact that the author is quoting Kant) and write at least 7 pages on
whether Hume was right in his description of desires as motivation for
action. Then I gotta write an 8-page paper on some aspect of
evolutionary theory... That might be trickier. But I could be done with
the 6- and 7-page papers by the end of tomorrow or Friday afternoon,
given an adequate amount of sleep... and coffee. Mmm coffee. [These are
all due on Monday, btw. Ha!...right.]
I also learned about half of the Korean alphabet at work today. I actually found a website that was helpful. I also obviously just found out about the "Add Link" feature... :)
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| So, some exciting stuff has been happening lately. Yesterday was pretty cool: I rolled into class in my pajamas, something I never really allow myself to do (I at least put on jeans, if I don't take a shower also). I spent 4 hours at the library watching Lost (my computer is at the doctor). I went to a PRISM meeting for Philosophy soon-to-be graduates, and got a bunch of ideas from recent graduates for possible next moves: work at the UC Press, do the JET program, or something similar, do the Peace Corps, etc. I also guessed the three words in the English that start with "dw" within a minute. I am awesome. (Read below for what they are, if you can't get them.) I get to go to a conference this weekend in the suburbs. I always get excited to go to the suburbs, to my dismay. I usually have a healthy disdain for the burbs, but, now, right after midterms, even a mall is refreshing because we just don't have them here. I'm at that point where I know that when I get back from this conference I'm going to have way too much reading to do, but I just can't seem to care, at all. I said to my roommate the other day that I just need to be out of school. I shouldn't be living in a situation where I pray I get sick periodically so I actually have an excuse for my paper being late. I hope I'll get the flu. This is not a good life choice. I need to be out of school. Also, tentative summer plans: go to English L'Abri for extended period of time, but less time than originally hoped, go home to: volunteer at the Humane Society, at Habitat for Humanity, and work in this awesome coffee shop near my house. I also just found the website for the Mississippi Coast chapter of Habitat for Humanity which is involved in helping rebuild after Hurricane Katrina. I am slightly considering volunteering down there, but it's going to be really, REALLY hot by the coast during the summer, so maybe in the Fall?? And now, for more Lost. P.S. Three words that start with "dw": "dwarf", "dwell", "dwindle". Also possibly a fourth, depending on your definition of slang: "dweeb". | | |
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