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11/15/2003
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Congratulations, Class of 2006.
I will miss you.
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| Standing |
UNDERGRADUATE 1ST YEAR |
| Advisor |
None on file |
| Expected Date of Graduation |
May 19, 2010 |
This is so weird! 
I'm going to bed.
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| The first week of June in pictures:
Je t'adore, Amélie Poulain.
Once More
with Feeling. 
My favorite prom photo. I don't know what's happening with Bharg/Billie, but I'm digging it.
I was shaken up for a time by a combination of things. (That's as vague as vague gets.) But I'm slowly bouncing back.
For some reason, these quotes compiled by GSPI counselor Allison Dougherty seem apt:
Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone,
Kindness in another's trouble,
Courage in your own.
- Adam Lindsay Gordon
I've got two legs from my hips to the ground and
when I lift them they walk around and
when I lift them they climb the stairs and
when I shave 'em they ain't got hairs.
- Monty Python
And actually, there are too many things to document; things as in happenings and misfortunes and great times and a newfound social life and a jumble (méli-mélo) of emotions. Cynicism and sentimentality are battling it out in my head.
It's crazy. I can't even believe I'm graduating this Friday. That's five days.
I can't believe I'm leaving this town in which I've lived for eighteen years. I could be anywhere five years from now.
It's finally hit me when I started writing Ange's yearbook entry. After many hours of business in front of the screen of the virtual yearbook, it's finally sentimentality that I face when I hold the actual one in my hands.
Hm...well, I have less to do these days. "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like" (Bilbo, The Fellowship of the Ring), so I look forward to a fun summer of good conversation.
People often tell me their first impression of me is wrong. As Geo writes, "The truth is, nothing you can
say about yourself is really that important. If its important, and
someone else cares to know it, they have to find it. It wont be in the
words you say or the things you write. It wont even be what you think
it is. I could bore you with the things I'm interested in, or you could
spend time with me and find out. I could lecture you on my beliefs, or
you could debate yours with me." I'm not who you think I am; I'm not even who I think I am.
Take some time to know me. It might be a waste of your time, but if you want, give me a try. I like making friends.
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| i'll tell you what i want
soon, after this cah-razy week
for now, i tell you that i am very tired
and very happy
feeling as quixotic as amélie poulain
and don quixote himself.
which reminds me of the banner
of this little lot of
virtual space -
"truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts
and will always bear up against falsehood,
as oil does above water."
- miguel de cervantes
how beautiful words are.
i love them.
i
am
dazzled by classic heroism
the stuff of legends,
as of beowulf,
but conscious of and seduced
by 'modern sensibility,'
existentialism, reason.
i want to pick my mind apart
sift through the parts
and put it all back together again
as i might a clock.
because i just can't understand how
such idealism and realism/cynicism
can coexist
without explosion, implosion,
and confusion - for the most part.
and - riddle me this:
if an individual such as i
fails to figure herself out,
then how could she be
in harmony with another
in the intimate bond i seek?
and though i fail to let you know
because i'm afraid and shy,
i do dream of confessing, riddling,
spinning something together
out of many bits
which had seemed like
nothings on their own.
i blush.
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When: Thursday, June 8, 2006 7:30 p.m.
Where: Whippany
Park High School
theatre; 165
Whippany Road; Whippany,
NJ 07981
Admission: Free; donations will be collected by Whippany Park Interact
(Rotary) Club members to benefit the American Cancer Society
See this Star Ledger article for more information! See you there! It's gonna be awesome. 
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