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December 27, 2004

Christmas greetings etc.

Christmas is past. The best holiday of the year. Gosh I wish I could have been at my other home, but being with my Dad has been nice. I know he's glad to have me around too. Although I sure hate how he tells everyone that he feels like he was short-changed in terms of time he got with me over the last 8-ish years. I'm sure that's some sort of bash on my mom. He probably thinks she brainwashed me into thinking he was some horrible person. No, she didn't. It was actually a result of an unfortunate relationship he had at the time coupled with the effect that had on my sister. I just followed suit. But hey, the past is over. I am here now and I'm glad I get to have time with him.

I got a digital camera--yay! Now I can finally take some pictures. I don't know of what yet, but we'll see what happens. Maybe I'll post some stuff here.

I feel really lazy right now. I haven't done anything today. I did make some creme brulee. That was fun. I got to use the blow torch. cool.

Alias starts next wednesday. I think I will burst. I hope beyond all hopes that I am able to watch it in the lobby over interterm. If people get between me and the TV they might just get hurt.

Ok, that's all.

-Lib

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December 12, 2004

Sukie

Woh,

I just discovered this website. I love this kind of stuff. I love making books! Ahhh. I am so excited about it. Yay.

-Lib

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Kink oh's

I am going to kinkos! Oh libby you'll love kinkos, everybody says.

So I go to kinkos. In fullerton. They are open 24 hours. Must be a cool place. I walk in and go to the desk. I am thinking, ok, I've never done the whole kinkos thing, so I'll ask. I tell the guy I need to make some color print-outs. Is there a way to do it myself? What size? Big. It's $10/square foot. Um, no.

So I look at the measurements I have, say that two 11 x 17's will work for the box. how do I do it myself? Oh, he says, I failed to mention our color printers aren't working today.

So I had just spent 15 minutes explaining what I needed to a guy who didn't tell me from the start he couldn't help me. AHHHH!

Where's the nearest kinkos, I say. Brea.

I go to Brea. The first guy I go to is kind of spastic. I think maybe he has a mental disorder. He doesn't know a thing about computers. Their version of illustrator is too old. I try opening it in acrobat, it works, but it's pretty hard to see on the 10 year old flickering tube screen giving me a migraine. I miss the 27 inch flat screens in the lab, I think to myself. Now what. Go ask alex, he can help. Alex puts me at a different computer. A mac, i can handle this. He leaves and says he'll be back in a minute. A minute takes 25. I stand up and walk to the desk. He meets me there, oh, sorry It slipped my mind, i forgot I was helping you. no joke, this guy is too preoccupied taking some chick's passport picture he cant remember he is working. He finally helps me. It works. I nice girl takes my credit card. I hate kinkos.

-Lib

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December 10, 2004

Overachiever

Jules says I am an overachiever. She says people "hate" me behind my back because I schmooze with the teachers and do more than I need too. I don't know what she is talking about.

I don't feel like I am an overachiever... I try as hard as I can to do the assignment, and not usually more. Don't overachievers go above and beyond the assignment? Perhaps those who regularly do less than what is assigned (ahem, Jules...) see those who do par as overachievers. Hmm, perhaps.

She said, "you're like David Cole." "No," I said. He is a great artist. But what she sees in him is something I don't nearly have enough of: huge artistic ambition. I have ideas, but I don't take the initiative very often. Jules, I am honored to be compared to him, but I am not much like him in this way.

Anyway...

I thought of something interesting the other day that I thought I would share, but I can't seem to remember what it is.

I am really sad that I can't take the bookmaking class over interterm. I really love that kind of thing, and I would much rather do it than digital photo, but that will be fun too, and I really have to take it anyway if I want to finish on time. Maybe I'll stop by after my class is over to see what they will be doing... I will miss that letter press, even though I didn't try to use it much.

Finals are under way. I can't wait to go home. I am going to watch Alias season 3. You don't even know how much I love Alias. and season 4 starts in January. Oooo.

Well. I'm done.
-Lib

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December 06, 2004

Finals and Christmas

First of all:

I am not so good right now. Finals...uh, no. Definately not sitting well with me. It's been worse, but I think it has something to do with other things going on. Like not just a stomach ache, but a stomach ache and then getting pulled over for speeding. Or like not just a migraine, but a migraine and then coming home to a lightswitch rave. Yeah.

So I am having bad feelings about the next two days. And normally around finals I sit here and think to myself: "Self, just a few more days of insanity and then you get to go home to a nice warm fire, yummy pumpkin spice candles, garland, a tree, some apple cider, and all this with a very welcoming mother waiting at the door. You can lay around, listen to Kenny G. Christmas music, relax. Get some gifts, give some gifts, see your fam. Life will be good in no time."

But this time around, I am thinking to myself: "Self, something is very wrong. Life is crappy, BUT you have very little of the usual yummy familiarness to look forward to. Instead you are at one end of a dark tunnel, looking for the familiar glow at the end and only seeing a little l.e.d. blinking. Crap." The only good thing is my dad. But besides being with him, i'll be sleeping in a bed I hardly know, living in a house that's not really mine, visiting with family who are still mostly strangers to me. Of course there's my sister too, but I will probably only see her for a day or two. And after all this Christmas-time business I get to come back to school. Yay. I'm thinkin that change is not one of my favorite foods. Woe is me. (In light of my lameness, Jesus was born on Christmas, and that's pretty dang cool. I mean, he has a human body-- how rad is that? He came to redeem complainers like me and he went through some much crappier times. Thanks God, and I'm sorry for being so selfish.)

Second of all:

I don't know, there is really only one big thing.

I did build a treehouse. That was cool. It's by the sculpture room. But that's about it.

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December 01, 2004

Jos Jude

So my mom is finally in Africa. She left November 14th and arrived about 24 hours later. Woh. She stopped over in Frankfurt, Germany and then went on to Lagos, Nigeria. She was then driven to Jos and out to the Rafiki village. She has written a lot so far and sent emails. I am posting the emails on a blog if you want to check it out. I know some of the entries are really long, but her stories are amazing and her witness and testimony of God's work is even more amazing.

I can't believe my mom is half way around the world. She is amazing. I love her.

-Lib

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