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| 09:16pm 30/09/2007 |
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mood:  blah music: Kel Mitchell ~ Fresh
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LOLLERSKATEZ!!! Here's Kel Mitchell busting out a funky-fresh parody of LL Cool J called "Fresh." It's so funny and actually pretty catchy.
Oh gosh, that Kel is a hoot. I think he's gonna make a big comeback as he has a few projects that's going on. Yay, I'm so excited! I had a bit of a crush on him back in the "Kenan & Kel" days, hehe. And upon seeing him once again, I'm falling for him again. I mean DAYUM, he's been working out. Arms = WOAH. |
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| College Life! |
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| 12:08am 19/09/2007 |
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mood:  calm music: Grace Jones ~ Nightclubbing
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Well well well, looks like I made it through high school after all. And now I'm in college, Delta Community, so YAY!!! LOL, I've started since last month and it's really exciting. Of course I was scared out of my mind the first day, as I was about two minutes late since I had to visit someone about getting more credits. I prayed that I would be on time for my first class, but alas, I wasn't. Gosh, it was so intimidating... When I walked in, the class was packed except for about two empty seats. It's different from high school in that instead of the students just glancing to see who walked in and carrying on, the college kids just stared at me, even when I took my seat! It was so quiet as well, like an uneasy type of silence. It's as if there was a shooter or a sniper outside of the classroom and if anyone made a single noise, they'll be shot.
However, as time went on and days past, I'm really enjoying it. Everyone focuses on what they're doing and there's no drama or gossip. We get to leave early if we finish a test or some assignment, and the atmosphere is really laid back, which I love. Surprisingly, the instructors are amazing people and they're willing to help. Which is weird because I've taken this summer class "Becoming a Master Student," a course explaining what to expect and prepare for in college. My instructor told us (kind of paraphrasing here) this: "Professors don't care what you do for a living. They don't care about your status or what your learning preferences are or nothing. All they care about is getting the material out of the way and to challenge you." Well, I don't think all of that is necessarily true. I've just started my Speech class today, which I'm already enjoying, and I believe that my prof. really connects with her students. The way she teaches and her outgoing nature really shows that she cares. And I guess that's why I'm not struggling in any of my classes (at least not yet) because of the one-on-one contact. Hmm... not really sure what's the big deal with the whole "community vs. university" thing, but I'm happy with the choice that my family and I have made. I'm sure that my experience will be a great one! |
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| Last Week of School (Warning - Emoness Ahead) |
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| 01:25am 21/05/2007 |
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mood:  frustrated music: Jamiroquai ~ Black Capricorn Day
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It's official... This is my last week of high school and it's just mind-boggling, really. Thursday is exams and that's it, I'm out! Gosh, what a journey it's been, and my last year just seemed like it passed by with a blink of an eye (yay, rhyme!). Twelve years of preparation for the "real world" that's soon coming my way all leading up to this. Yet...
Problem. It all winds down on the last day of school. If I don't pass all of my exams, I am fucked. Everything will crumble and I won't graduate. Imagine the embarrassment of my family if that happens, everyone who ever told me that I'm an intelligent young lady will soon realize that I'm just another dumb black girl with a disasterous GPA of around 2.2. Most of my friends are certainly happy with themselves, passing their "easy year" with flying colors and enjoying the days that are winding down, knowing that they will proudly walk across the stage in two weeks. *sigh* I know I always put myself down, but... I just need a miracle here. If I study and pray hard enough and pass the exams, at least I'll get the diploma, knowing that I don't really deserve it just yet. I just wanna get out of here, to start out at a community college and start college life, which I hear is a blast and a real learning experience. OK, well, DUH... I mean, it's school. :P But you know where I getting at. ^_^ Just wanna get away from the gossip and the crap that high school threw at me. Huh... you know, I'll keep that in mind while studying. With college, you don't have to worry about that. You make great friends and get your work done without the drama. That would have to work!
To all my fellow 2007 graduates out there, follow your dreams and I hope you have a very bright future! And, quoting that funky Jamiroquai song, "time won't wait for you, so do all the things you wanna do." ~_^ Pray for me... I want that diploma as bad as you guys do! |
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| JAMIROQUAI=♥, OK?! |
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| 11:09pm 05/05/2007 |
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mood: Juuuust peachy music: Jamiroquai ~ Shoot the Moon (YouTube video)
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So I just discovered a sweet-ass band by the name of Jamiroquai (yes, I'm serious... I haven't seen Napolean Dynamite a bajillion times) and I honestly can't get these folks out of my head. From what I've learned, they have been in the business for quite a while. I've been around YouTube and watched/listened to some of their older stuff and it's awesome. Their new stuff are just as great; in fact, I just watched the video for "Feels Just Like It Should" and recognized the beat instantly as the tune from the zany Cingular Sync cellphone ad. And the lead singer? With the crazy cool hats? Such a soulful voice! And once I finally got to see his face, he's not bad to look at either. ^_^ I just don't understand why a talented band such as this one aren't popular over here in the States... See, there's a reason why I haven't listened to the radio for almost a full year. Right now, there's this unreleased track of theirs that has been on heavy rotation for me, but I haven't been able to find the audio because it's, well, unreleased. But here's the track that they performed at the 2003 Montreax Jazz Festival. It's smooth, sexy acid jazz at its best and their bass player is BANANAS. I mean, wow, what a sound and what precision. So yeah, here's the video:
You know what I need to do? Go on a HUGE CD shopping spree because there are so many records that I'm dying to get my hands on. Artists include: Ne-Yo, Arctic Monkeys, Amy Winehouse, English Beat, every Jamiroquai record ever, Hot Chip, The Police, Gym Class Heroes, Bloc Party... I could go freakin' on and on. So I'll make sure to assemble a long list. |
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| Interview With a Vampire |
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| 09:15pm 18/04/2007 |
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One of my favorite classes is Contemporary Writing, where the students would write based on fun topics and do something creative with them. My writing really isn't anything special, as most fics from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) slacken_ties are WAY better than anything that I that I can come up with. I have been thinking about writing a fic, but I'm quite nervous.
Here's just something that I wrote for the final exam of the first semester for that class. The topic was to imagine yourself sleeping and then suddenly waking up as a character from a movie, and to describe our experiences. So... I decided to do "Interview With a Vampire," a great movie. I didn't watch it in a while, so I just wrote what came into memory. Anything that's wrong in the story that doesn't have to do with anything in the movie, I apologize. And don't freak out! I had nothing to do with this movie AT ALL. This is fiction and fantasy. So... here it is. I think it sucks, since it just doesn't have that "oomph" and the ending is very abrupt as I had to get out of class quickly. But... somehow, I got a high score and passed the exam. Yay!
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"No!" I scream at the T.V. screen. "Please, don't do it!" Brad Pitt's character has to make a grave decision: Feed off of a frightened, lonely little girl or starve himself to death. He starts to cry as he has no choice but to take a bite.
God, this movie is overwhemingly good; I must've watched it at least six times now on Showtime.
When I continued watching, I just remembered that I have homework to do. "Crap! I guess I have to watch it some other time, then." Getting my lazy self off of the recliner, I picked up the remote and turned the T.V. off. Into my bedroom I go.
When I went to get my books and my iPod, I passed by my mirror and noticed something that suddenly appeared on my neck, beet red: Two tiny holes. That movie must be getting into my head.
But then, I started to get really light-headed. Everything went blurry and black and started to fade...
As soon as I woke up, I'm inside a lush bedroom on beautiful bed with fancy, satin sheets. My body feels heavy and weak and when I look down, I see that I'm in a gorgeous, Victorian dress. My hair is in curls and as I feel around my neck, I feel that my bite marks are still there.
"What's going on?" I ask with sleepy concern.
Then, an unspeakable pain courses through me and I scream out in agony. My chest heaved and my forehead started to bead with sweat. "Help me! Somebody!" I turn every which way to see if anyone was around. The last thing I remember was my last breath leaving me, and a dark figure with piercing blue eyes by my side.
It must have been five minutes later when I awoke because I remembered, vividly, my meeting with death. And yet... I now feel so alive, so powerful, so... cold. My mouth bulged and I winced as I moved it. Wait... don't tell me I have braces again! My tongue dragged over my teeth, searching for metal and brackets, but instead, it met with two fangs. A quench for thirst enveloped me and I sat up.
I turned my head to look for something to sink my teeth into when I'm met by a handsome man with brunette hair. He bit into his own wrist and offered me his blood, and I wasted no time at all as I quickly grabbed it and sucked. The taste was sweet with a hint of bitterness and it was divine. He started to grunt, my cue to stop, but I couldn't. Obviously in pain, he pulled himself out of my grasp.
"I want some more," I say, staring at him blindly.
"And you will," he replied.
He glanced up and I followed his gaze directly behind me. Standing there was an even more beautiful man with blond hair and chiseled features reminiscent of old Hollywood. He also had the same lost, wounded blue eyes that I've seen before I died. The man glanced at me and I realize that it's indeed Brad Pitt, one half of the Brangelina party. I turn back and also recognize that the other man was Tom Cruise, that nutcase. How weird is that? There was a huge urge to maul poor Brad, fangirl style, but I kept myself under control.
After what seemed like a few months (I know that the movie is about two hours), we've traveled far and wide looking for a place to belong, but to no avail. I soon die with my mother at my side fighting for our freedom to be who we are.
When I turn to dust, I magically appear back in my room again with a pounding headache.
"Well... no more sad, dramatic horror movies for me!" I exclaim. "Back to my homework."
Ze End! :D |
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| I wanna go to Bonnaroo! *whinez* |
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| 08:44pm 18/04/2007 |
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mood: Not too shabby music: Marvin Gaye ~ Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)
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The Franz-chaise Boyz (yes, I know... you can shoot me if you'd like) are making their one and only live appearance this year in Tennessee and I can't go! I don't know if I can bear it any longer to hear their new album! ;___; Ah well... I'm usually patient... usually. I can stick around. I'm just praying that cameras will be there or that someone will record it and put it up and YouTube for us lost souls. I would love them forever and give them lots of love and cookies.
Welp, I took the ACT this past Saturday.... FIVE HOURS LONG! Phew! Quite intense and eerily quiet in the room. It wasn't as bad as I initially thought; but, as I feared, I didn't finish every single question because I kept stalling, especially in the math portion. And I had about eight more words to write on the writing part, but of course, the buzzer went off and we all had to put our pencils down. *sigh* I just hope I did OK. The national average is 17, so that gives me some hope. *crosses fingers* |
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| I'll try my best! I'll try my beeeest! |
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| 10:37pm 13/04/2007 |
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mood:  anxious music: Dane Cook ~ Just wanna dance!
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Finally, a post worth typing! LOL. Well, I'm quite nervous today because tomorrow, I'm taking the ACT. For the past few weeks, I've been going to a program where two teachers show the students the ins and outs of the test, as well as what to do to prepare. During the second or third week, we all had to take the practice one, and I bombed big time. Why? I didn't finish. A bad habit of mine is that I spend WAY too much time on a question, thinking "Wait, wait... Is that right? Nah, it's gotta be this answer. GAH!" So I waste time. Although, I did do pretty well on the English portion, as grammar seems to be my forte. I need a grammar icon. Yeah.
Well, hopefully my first shot goes well. I'll take it two more times and then see how it goes. *sighs* |
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| 'Ello |
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| 04:31pm 07/12/2006 |
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mood: chipper
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Hello! =D
Well, to start off, my name is Tiara, and I'm 17 years old. I'm not sure if I'm even going to post because I just joined for the communities, really. But... we'll see. ^_^
I'm happy to add friends who have the same interests as me, though. It's cool to meet new people who have a general "like" in stuff, because... well, MySpace can only do so much. Anyway, that's all for now. Yay for LiveJournal! =D |
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