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Name: John
Birthday: 6/12/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Politics, Photography, Contemporary British and American literature, Julia Roberts, Martha Stewart, Horticulture, Travel, Nutrition, Gilmore Girls, Lauren Graham and Alexis Bledel in general
Expertise: Cooking, Writing (sometimes), Photography
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  quico612
Member Since:
8/23/2004
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| You scored as Journalism. |
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You
are an aspiring journalist, and you should major in journalism! Like
me, you are passionate about writing and expressing yourself, and you
want the world to understand your beliefs through writing. |
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English
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100% |
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Journalism
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100% |
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Political Science
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92% |
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Philosophy
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92% |
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Linguistics
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92% |
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Theater
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92% |
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Sociology
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75% |
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Mathematics
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58% |
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Psychology
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58% |
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Engineering
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58% |
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Anthropology
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58% |
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Art
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50% |
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Biology
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25% |
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Chemistry
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I don't generally have much faith in these things. And thanks to
my unusually good mood, I don't even really need encouragement that my
current life plan is right for me. But my two majors and two
minors made the top six, five if you include linguistics with English. So that's good.
Call me, Mary.
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| i'm not so sure i want to be back. waking up by 4 am to watch BBC
America and listen to BBC Radio 1 on Sirius just isn't the same as
waking up in London, the home of the BBC.
i'm sick for the second time in two weeks. this probably has
something to do with me not enjoying my time at home. as well as
the fact that i've spent 2/4 days home at the doctor's for my
wrist. it isn't broken. so, goodbye fashionable red
cast. but, the fall ignited some weird progressive arthritis that
is literally eating my hand away. surgery in a week or two.
that should be fun. so i'm at home, branson, mo, with my arm,
throat, and head hurting. i'm either in pain or i'm
drugged. neither is fun.
i'm not just sitting here moping around and complaining. i'm
selfish, but i'm not that selfish. to make matters a little
better, i have tried my best to bring europe to me. i've only
been here four days and i've already recreated mulled wine and tortilla
espanola - both were divine. saturday is high tea and i'm sure
i'll work some indian food and a mince pie in, too.
the things i looked forward to most are less exciting than i would have
thought. driving my car is great ... until i have to put gas in
it. seeing angela and kay again is great ... until i have to
drive to see them (money) and then do something with them (more
money). i'm broke. dead broke. like i'm considering
going through my sofa to find some change to pay for a ticket to see
the family stone. if only i could get an after eight
mcflurry. then i might
truly appreciate being home. i guess coming home has taught me
that i
probably won't ever be happy just being home again. i'm not sure
what
that means, but i'm trying to figure it out.
finally, it was great to see my family when i stepped off the plane in
st. louis. but i wish a certain someone's plans had worked out
and that everyone could have endured the uncomfortably long hug.
my final complaint: the cadbury chocolate you can get at walmart is
made by hershey's in the united states. and it isn't the same.
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| for anyone who wanted to know but was afraid to ask, the picture behind
me is a painting by goya (saturn devouring one of his children, i
believe) that was in the prado art museum in madrid. i liked it
so much i bought a print and plan to hang it in the apartment next
semester.
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| Okay. I have been trying for a good hour now to listen to Mariah
Carey's "All I Want For Christmas is You", but AOL Music and Yahoo!
Launch don't like the UK. I've read enough error messages for a
lifetime. Now I have nothing to make me feel better for missing
Mariah in Oxford Circus this afternoon. This is real
disappointment.
Two weeks from today I will be back in the States. A week ago, I
was ready. Thanksgiving really hit a nerve in me. I was
ready to see my family. I was ready to see my best friend.
I was ready to see Jennifer. I was ready to get in my car, drive
for an hour, and belt out Joni Mitchell songs at the top of my
lungs. Now, though, I'm not ready. I love Europe and I will
miss it more than I have missed anything in my life. Tonight when
I was on the bus heading to Kingston, I got one of those eery feelings.
"This is a dream come true." Too bad this dream is only going to
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| we're all different people
heading in different directions
with different goals
and different obstacles
bumping into each other
like children in a school hallway
ignoring our call to individuality
giving up our personality
demanding others do the same
and judging when they fail
when they're not
when we're not
one of the crowd
the view is better from the outside looking in
than the inside looking out
but nothing's quite as different as it seems
the changing of the seasons
and the falling of the leaves
broken flowers and broken hearts
everything is the same
as it was yesterday
all trying to learn to love
figuring out how to be
what are friends
but those willing to accept
that difference is divine
refusing to let difference divide
beauty is in our scars
embrace them
because we are them
one sentence is all it takes
to cut me
push me down with your bloody hands
one glance is all it takes
to put that taste in my mouth
bring that tear to my eye
your judgment taught me to lie
but deep within
i'm still hiding
i'll come out when you're gone
time is on my side
while you're busy looking for a place to fit in
you're probably already there | | |
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