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Name: Natalie
Location: Cleveland, Ohio, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: drawing my comic book, 'Wanda! of the Eskimo Farms'; being spastic; talking to myself and/or walls; writing fake love letters from a made up transexual to greggothy; singing 'Spice Girls' songs; knocking down sand castles- preferably those of a small child's creation; talking to people way too loudly. You know how we do.
Expertise: Bringing the dinosaurs back to life
Occupation: Student
Industry: Government
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Member Since:
2/9/2004
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| Maria Chan is THE WORST!!!
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| So I'm just gonna tell you these dreams I had awhile back before I forget!
Dream Numero Uno:
I was going to check in at the airport and I was talking on my cell to my Mahm. I stopped by some chairs because I was saying goodbye to her and I heard some dudes talking really loudly beside me. When I hung up and said goodbye to Mahm I realized that these two guys were talking to me, so I turned to look at them. They were both super hitting on me and telling my how good I looked in my jeans, though they gave me some constructive criticism on how I shouldn't wear such baggy sweatshirts. I was kind of staring at them in disbelief, and finally decided to shake 'em off, so I patted the one guy on the shoulder and said, "Yeah, I'd maybe give you a chance if not for the obesity." I tried to walk away when he grabbed my arm, so I had to dislodge myself and I ran off to the check-in desk. I think I may have time-skipped since I was suddenly waiting for my plane at the gate, except we were in what looked like the luggage section of a department store. I ran into Blayr, Dessica and Jonathan and told them about the two guys from before.
Dream Numero Dos:
Now I'm back in my yard in Ohio, and it's wintertime. The ground is covered in snow and I'm outside talking to Jonathan on the phone, who is apparently directing me to do certain poses/certain things, like making a snowman or snow angel (nothing as dirty as you're picturing, dummy). So I'm doing them, and I guess we stopped talking or something? And Patrick shows up in my yard and I'm like "WUT? How did you even get here?" And he's like "I took the bus all the way from Parma! And I walked the last hour of the journey!" I asked him how long he'd been here and he pulls out a bunch of pictures of me doing random poses in the snow and he's like "A while." I'm telling him how much of a lurker he is when his parents and his uncle (Tito Boy, I presume?) show up in my yard as well and start yelling at him about sneaking out of the house and that he has to come home.
Teehehehe!
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| So much caffeine and sugar and not enough sleep or food. I'm on my last paper of the year kinda sorta and my hands are shaking a little, not a good sign.
I'm really quite distracted by the attractive people sitting at my library table. Not a good sign.
I wonder how this will end.
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| Recently I've been having some strange dreams, and I just want to write them down for future reference.
A few weeks ago I had a dream in which I was a penguin, and I was swimming with my penguin friends in the Arctic Ocean, surrounded by glaciers, but it was sunny and warm and lovely. We were playing with our panda friends, but pretty soon the pandas had to go away to the doctor for a check-up, so we were just hanging around until a bunch of jerk polar bears showed up. The polar bears started swimming towards us and trying to bully us, and we were trying to swim away as fast as we could.
Needless to say, that dream was fucking awesome.
Another recent one had to do with Jonathan. In it we were in the first floor hallway, standing in the dark. I think we were dating or something in the dream and I got angry/jealous about another girl. I started trying to hit Jonathan but he kept grabbing my arms and blocking my punches. Finally I got really frustrated at how weak I was and I head-butted him, only to walk downstairs and find Dane, Patrick, Erika and Jessica in the hallway. We just stood around talking, me being kind of on the verge of crying, until someone pointed out the bruises on my arms from where Jonathan was grabbing me.
Talk about being the victim.
And there was another one from last night but it's pretty fucked up and I really don't feel like explaining it.
So that's about it! Who knows what it means, though. Oh subconscious, how you confuse me!
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| I do love trainrides...but not when I have to wake up at 5:30 to catch them after staying up all night to write a paper on a topic I don't care about.
So I'm Vancouver-bound, and I'm not too excited. But just a month left! I'll enjoy the time with my friends as much as possible.
Also, Babeland. tehehehehehe!
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