I got accepted to the University of Leeds - England.

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Well here i am again in a blizzard, go figure. But to make it even more fabulous we lost power. Thank God for battery packs for laptops. So i am sitting in the dark slowly feeling the heat leave my apt and wishing my boy was here. I don't mind being snowed in but it would be more fun if he was here. Last time i was in a blackout I was at CSU writing a paper about the civil war, finishing it by candle light. At least I don't have a paper due.

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Well finals are over and leave it to the fates to throw in their little twists and turns. Yesterday we were in a blizzard - I'm sure you heard about it on the news. The whole state is closed. Well my Latin final was at 1:30, so i headed out at 11. The bus got maybe 1 mile before it was stuck, sat there for an hour and jumped on another bus which, can you guess, got stuck. We sat there for 3 hours waiting for a tow truck to pull us out. In the mean time we got hit by a car. It was fabulous let me tell you. Luckily there was a guy with a lap top on the bus so he let me email my professor and tell him i was going to be late. I arrived on campus at 4, the final was over at 4. Do the math. Andrew, thankfully,was waiting for me and allowed me to take it then. I rushed through it because all i could think about was getting home to pompey - no one knew if the buses were going to be shut down or not. After the final i run out to the bus stop only to wait for 40 mins. I got the last bus, actually it wasnt even running but he felt bad that 12 people were stranded at a bus stop so he took us home. However, it wouldn't be memorible with out get STUCK!!!! 1 hour. I didn't get home until 8. One more twist, my car is snow bound at the park and ride - so i was forced to walk home, only 1/2 a mile, but  in a blizzard not that fun.

Thank the fates that finals are done

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... and the fabulous game they play.

I was speaking with my greek professor today, who is also the chair of classics at CU. We discussed different course work i want to do, and I asked him if he would still be willing to write a recommendation for me for full entrance. He said yes. I then said that I was going to have him write one to my white whale, st. Andrews. He gets this mischeivious look on his face and said st. andrews, scotland. I said yes. He goes - I have connections there. I can talk to them about you. I can't promise that it will seal an entrance for you but it definitely won't hurt you

HOLY SHIT!!!

Gotta love the fates

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So last night in a state of insomnia I came up with a new tattoo for me. I have been an insomniac for sometime now and my typical response was "sleep is for the weak of heart". So I have decided that I am going to have that tattooed to me. It will be in either latin or greek, probably latin. I am placing it on my lower back. Because my foot is saved for the flag of scotland. As usual I will translate it and think about it to make sure that is what I want and where I want it.

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to my 16 yr old reader, there is about to be quite a few naughty words prehaps you should cover your innocent eyes, oh wait never mind HEE HEE

The most fucked up thing happened today. A little over 2 years ago I dated this guy that was wonderful to me. I was 25 he was 19, shut up age doesn't  matter. Well we broke up when he moved to Russia. We knew about it before going into the relationship so it really wasn't a standard break up. We stayed in contact for a few months while he was there and then lost contact. Well today while walking to my Greek class can you guess who I fucking ran into!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!! I walked up to him and just stared at him, i didn't know what to say. My brain was racing. He glanced over and looked away like "who is this girl starring at me". About a 1/2 a sec before he recognized me the thought "turn and run" ran through my head. But it was too late. He looked again and we both went Holy shit. He was like "what are you doing here" I told him I am working on my masters. "You go here" he said. Yep I do. "I thought you were in Scotland" I came back. What the fuck are you doing here. He then hugged me and we just starred at each other. He asked how scotland was but I had a greek mid-term to get to and didn't have time to talk. I fumbled through my bag for paper and he said he had a phone and took my number. Telling me he would call so we could catch up. HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCK!!!!! I go to my mid-term and about mid way through my mind is racing "what is he doing here, what the fuck" I then tell myself to shut up and focus on the test. And to add the fuckedupness it has been exactly 2yrs and 1 month since we last spoke. Conicidence or Fate

Holy shit

Cheers - I need a drink

I decided that I would miss class today to sleep in. I am up and 6 am everyday, and I either work, have class, or both everyday. So I never get a day off. I went to bed with the expectations that i would sleep until 9, maybe 10. And it sounded so wonderful. But alas no, I was wide awake at 7am. I'm getting old.

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I have decided that there are 3 phases of memory. And when you believe that you have lost something, a language, math skills, historical facts, in reality you haven't lost it - it just went into one of the three phases. Let me explain

Stage one - dormit.

I am going to use language for examples. You study a language, i mean really study, not just slide through class. After a few years, you find it difficult to think of the correct words. Maybe it takes a few mins, but you always come up with what you want to say.

Stage two - awake/sleep

This one is similar to when you start to fall asleep. You are given two choices - fight the the sleep or submit to it. If you fight it you are obviously awake, if you submit then you are unaware of your surroundings. When it comes to language, the awake/sleep phase makes it even more difficult to remember words. Lets say dog and cat - you know the word for cat (awake) but for the life of you you can't seem to remember the word for dog (sleep) you wrestle with it and when you start to give up the word pops in your head.

Stage three - comatos

This is where the language appears to be gone completely. You don't remember any words. But since you really haven't lost any of it then you just need to wake it up again. I realized that my russian is going from awake/sleep to comatos. They more greek I learn the faster russian switches stages. The alphabet is very similar, nearly identical, so know I am learning new meanings for words  that look similar. For example Kakois & Kakoi - which is russian and which is greek. One means bad, the other means who is.

So when you start to think you lost something, remember the 3 phases and figure out which one it is in.

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Are we truly any safer. Or have we slipped back into that cozy little world of believing we are invincible. I watched news reports as this day grew closer and I was taken back, to the morning of a normal day, getting up - showering - going to class - and then it was all over. The hardest part is that the anniversary of my dad's death and this day are just weeks apart. I go from one mourning moment to another. But back to what this entry is suppose to be about. Do you feel safer? Do you pause before you get on a plane? Have you forgotten? I sometimes think we have. Security lightens up, people sneak on with different little hazards. Then we remember. Our terror level fluctuates every day and we are so use to it that it is easy to ignore it. Are we going from one cozy little world to a world where we are so used to the threats that we don't react any more. Have we lost the hypervigilance? Or do we see someone of middle eastern ethnicity and wonder what their motives are? Are we becoming racist once again? Some people that remembered pearl harbor never forgave Japanese. No matter how many years it has been. Is that going to be us? Twenty years from now, will we - those that remember, still look at middle eastern men and women in fear, distain, anxiety. Or will we learn to forgive? Can we seperate the two groups? Is it truly possible? They say time heals all, but with each passing year it seems to hurt a little bit more. The saddest part of the whole ordeal is when this day ends and sept 12 begins, our mourning will end. We go back to a cozy belief that we are ok. In war, in terror, but ok. We let go, at least until next year.

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You know those students in class that can't seem to SHUT UP!!!!!!!! And they think they know everything. Well I have one of those in my Latin class. The kid just talks and corrects the teacher and blah blah blah. I mean I have corrected teachers before but never in class I would wait until I was alone with the professor, and I always had evidence to back up my reasons. This guy is so bad that when he speaks everyone sighs in class and it isn't a quiet sigh. He just doesn't get it. AWWW I hate those students

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