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| 05:02pm 08/04/2005 |
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Stole this from a community on livejournal called "tck"... Scary how many of those apply, isn't it?
You Know You're a Third-Culture Kid When...
You can't answer the question: "Where are you from?"
You speak two (or more) languages but can't spell in any of them.
You flew before you could walk.
You have a passport, but no driver's license.
You watch National Geographic specials and recognize someone. (ALONG THE SAME LINES: YOU RUN INTO SOMEONE YOU KNOW AT EVERY AIRPORT)
You have a time zone map next to your telephone.
Your life story uses the phrase "Then we went to..." five times (or six, or seven times...).
You speak with authority on the quality of airline travel.
National Geographic (OR THE TRAVEL CHANNEL) makes you homesick.
You read the international section before the comics.
You live at school, work in the tropics, and go home for vacation.
You don't know where home is.
You sort your friends by continent.
Someone brings up the name of a team, and you get the sport wrong.
You know there is no such thing as an international language.
Your second major is in a foreign language you already speak.
You realize it really is a small world, after all.
You feel that multiple passports would be appropriate.
You watch a movie set in a foreign country, and you know what the nationals are really saying into the camera.
Rain on a tile patio - or a corrugated metal roof - is one of the most wonderful sounds in the world.
You haggle with the checkout clerk for a lower price.
Your wardrobe can only handle two seasons: wet and dry.
Your high school memories include those days that school was cancelled due to tear gas, riots, demonstrations, or bomb threats.
You go to Taco Bell and have to put five packets of hot sauce on your taco.
You have a name in at least two different languages, and it's not the same one.
You think VISA is a document stamped in your passport, and not a plastic card you carry in your wallet.
You automatically take off your shoes as soon as you get home.
Your dorm room/apartment/living room looks a little like a museum with all the "exotic" things you have around.
You won't eat Uncle Ben's rice because it doesn't stick together.
Half of your phone calls are unintelligible to those around you.
You go to Pizza Hut or Wendy's and you wonder why there's no chili sauce.
You know the geography of the rest of the world, but you don't know the geography of your own country.
You have best friends in 5 different countries.
You're spoilt. You know it. You're VERY spoilt. |
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| 08:12pm 06/03/2005 |
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I'm here in Canterbury for the weekend. :D. Katie and Asim say hi. |
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| 11:44pm 26/12/2004 |
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Merry Christmas to all!
May the Holy Spirit guide and watch over this holiday season making it wonderful! |
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| Email I Wrote to Most |
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| 08:11pm 15/11/2004 |
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Family and Friends,
I've been meaning to email all of you, and several of you are probably frustrated that I can't write more often! Sorry- I've been busy!
So, you are probably wondering: what's up with Jenny? How's her term going so far? Well, I'm in London and loving it. My course is amazing and I love being in a practical environment everyday. We learn by actually doing instead of just reading/hearing about it, which has its pros and cons. Mainly, it means a lot of group work (pro: split responsibilities, con: uneven balance of work) and working on projects instead of lectures (pros: no lecture rooms, less droning, cons: trial by fire learning tactics, personal essays rather than analytical ones). I have learned a lot about stage management already and I still love it. I've finally found the uni I'm 'supposed' to be at and it's great. Our building reminds me a lot of Hogwarts, in that even people who have been here for years can still get lost!
I'm continuing my study of the piano as well with the teacher I had last year. She's great and we get together really well. I'm currently studying to take the "Grade 8" exam in piano, which is the final level. I have yet to look at the pieces, though, so I don't know how difficult they will be. Considering "Grade 7" was pretty easy, I'm looking forward to the challenge of the next level.
For you ASH kids, I've seen Pete Lutkowski several times since I've been here, but not recently. ASL (American School in London) is only a 3 min bus ride (or less!) from my uni, so once or twice I've been down there to find a piano to practice on. It's nice knowing the American community is close by.
Some of you know but some of you don't, but my grandmother died in the middle of October. She had Alzheimer's Disease, so her death was not unexpected, but personally I didn't feel it would happen so 'soon' (to be honest, I don't think I ever saw it actually happening). My family and I travelled back to South Dakota for the funeral and it was really good to see my sisters, cousins, aunt, and grandpa again. It was my dad's mom, and that side of the family hadn't been wholely together for a few years now. It was great to have us all in the same space, even if the circumstances weren't the best.
But for now, I'm back in London. I'm going back to the Netherlands for Thanksgiving weekend and again for the entirety of my Christmas break (Dec 10 - early Jan). I'm homesick, of course, but not too badly. Mainly, I miss my sisters since we spent the entire summer together- I can't wait until all 3 of us live in the same city again!
Anyway, I look forward to hearing how everyone's lives are going, but don't worry if you can't find time to write back... I know the feeling!
-Jenny |
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| 09:56am 25/10/2004 |
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I'm back in London safe and sound (sorry I didn't text you back, Katie! This is cheaper!). Will let everyone know when I'm going to leave again (down to Canterbury) sometime soon, I hope! |
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| 02:19pm 20/10/2004 |
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I found out on last Friday that my grandmother was very sick and that we were going to go to South Dakota, probably to attend her funeral. Flew to NL the next day where my mom told me that actually my grandma died on Friday around 4 o'clock South Dakota time. My dad arrived about 10-15 mins after she died; he had been in Houston. Mom and I flew landed in Sioux Falls around 1400, Molly flew in around 1600, and Katie flew in around 2030. That evening was the visitation. Very not real feeling to see her there. She looked really good, though. Next day was the funeral. Good funeral. We all leave again today- Dad's already gone back to NL, Molly to Boston around 1700, and Katie, Mom, and I to MSP at 1820, then Katie to ONT and Mom and I to NL from there. I'll stay in NL from Thursday until Sunday at which I'll fly back to London. It's been really good to be with all of my family again. Very good. But missing grandma... |
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| 05:30pm 19/09/2004 |
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I'm heading off to London for a few days... peace out homies. |
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| Back in NL |
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| 05:24pm 10/09/2004 |
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So, I'm back, finally, in NL. My flight was delayed by a total of 21.5 hours, making us take off and thus land a day later than scheduled. Wed: spent 5 hours on the plane before they let us off. Katie ended up picking me up from the airport but Rob answered his phone first. Thus: Back at the airport by 1000, plane didn't leave til 1330. Creeeeeeeppy guy on plane hit on me three times- first time he didn't seem too odd, but took a LONG time to go away. Second and thrid times were very very very sketchy. How do guys like that get on airplanes?! I thought they only existed in sketchy clubs! And even in clubs, they go away! And you can be mean and you don't feel bad. But on a plane?! Honestly!
Anyway, I'm back and I slept til 1545 (oops!). Here's hoping I can get to sleep tonight!
P.S. Don't know when I'm going to London. |
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| Team Royale |
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| 09:41am 10/08/2004 |
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This summer has turned out better than I thought it was going to. Met this cool kid named Jim Masso ("Princess James Gerald Texas Walker Ranger") - in other words - a cilivian named Peter Parker trapped a Marine's body. Katie, Molly, Jim and I have been hanging out nonstop for about 2 weeks now. It's been really really nice having a guy friend again. I lacked any guy friends (and boy friends for that matter) all this year, so the change of pace has been most welcome. Turns out, he likes Molly and they are together, but I am good with that. Recently, we've been hanging out with Rob Bond, a kid who goes to CMC but whose family lives in Wassenaar. Both are good kids who know how to have fun without getting drunk. In fact, Jim doesn't even drink alcohol- just coke with no ice. =].
This summer is good. =] |
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| funny essay similes |
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| 03:29pm 28/07/2004 |
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I stole this from asim who stole it from a long line of theives.
Genuine similes from student essays
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled with vegetable soup.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.
Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.
The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the interview portion of Family Fortunes.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
"Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on 31p-a-pint night.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Glenda Jackson MP in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Robin Cook MP, Leader of the House of Commons, in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the suspension of Keith Vaz MP.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free cashpoint.
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.
It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing.
She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation Thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall. |
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| got the idea from Chris... |
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| 08:12pm 22/06/2004 |
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1) Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc...). If your name contains numbers, you'll need to convert them to letters first before you can convert to numbers.
2) Add all of the numbers together to create a kind of super number. (172)
3) Make a note of the first digit of this number, then add the digits of the number together. (10)
4) Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again. Keep doing so until the number is smaller than your pathetic number of posts. 10th Post
5) Take the digit you noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post. so
6) Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select a picture from the first page. (1 word is 'drum')
7) Post the results for us all to see.
http://images.google.com/images?q=drum&ie=UTF-8&hl=en
enjoy the madness!
On a different note, I just agreed to go watch the football match in J's... what am I thinking... |
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| 05:35pm 21/06/2004 |
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Back in NL for a week, then off to the States (MN, SD mostly) for my mom's family reunion and seeing my dad's family. Should be a blast! It is very nice to have 5 in the house again, but it's hard getting used to being the middle child instead of the top dog... oh well. =]. I love my family! |
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| 01:30pm 16/06/2004 |
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| I | Insane | | N | Natural | | T | Technological | | L | Loving | | L | Loud | | Y | Yummy | | F | Friendly | | U | Unreal | | N | Nerdy | | N | New | | Y | Yucky |
Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com
On a second note, yesterday's opening of H&G went well. I'm just not feeling it though. None of the nervousness that the rest of the company is feeling. Maybe it's because in the past, I knew the people in the company before they became a company. Maybe not. Maybe it's because I have no one to share this with. None of my friends are coming to see the show. My mom and sisters are coming on Thurs though and that will be awesome. Maybe then, at the end, I'll feel it. |
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| 01:28pm 16/06/2004 |
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| How to make a intllyfunny |
Ingredients:
3 parts pride
5 parts ambition
5 parts instinct |
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add fitness to taste! Do not overindulge! |
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