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unshared interests. [02 Aug 2006|11:34pm]

milkofwonder
[ mood | bouncy ]

i decided to do a little write-up on all of my interests which go unshared by anyone. mostly because i feel sorry for them.

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LJ interests Meme (reasons for intrests) [22 Oct 2005|08:16am]

dailybecoming

LJ Interests meme results



  1. being held:
    there is nothing (but the Lord) quite as wonderful and healing as being held close by someone who you care about and who cares about you. There is just something special there.
  2. cats:
    i just like cats - i used to not like Dogs... but i love dogs now and still love cats even tho i am a lil allergic to them..
  3. diana lulijian:
    Well this was a good friend of mine on LJ and in Real Life - things didn't go so well - we are not really friends anymore and i got sick of the mask of friendship so we took each-other off our friend lists - i just didn't see and need to remove her from my interests lists because i still care about her and i am hopeful that one day we will again be friends.
  4. flip flops:
    I live in Florida - flip flops are mandatory. Plus i am really particular about how shoes feel - and i have big feet - so its hard to find shoes that fit comfy - so i go for flip flops.
  5. hair:
    i love long hair - on guys too - its so flowy and beautiful -(not that short hair isnt) I should probably wear mind down more - but i just dont have the time to deal with it and it gets in my face and i constantly mess with it when it is down so i keep my hair up in a hairtie most of the time.. but i love how my hair feels.
  6. long hair:
    how silly - read above.
  7. old pictures:
    seeing pictures from the 1960s or eben later than that is so interesting - seeing the styles from back then and trying to guess the story behind the image. I also like old pictures of my friends when they were younger high school - baby years - its a window into who they were and how the became who they are - they are full of stories... and memories.
  8. roommates:
    i have THE BEST roomies in the world - you have no idea... i live with 8 other girls in a three bedroom apt - and i wouldnt change a thing - well i would give amanda a bed... anyway - i love it here - i am going to miss it horribly when i graduate...
  9. spoons the card game:
    i like cards over all but there was a summer that my sister brother step dad cousins and my aunts and i played Spoons - it was awesome - when someone wa out they had to take their spoon and hang it on their nose (or keep trying to) until the next game - it was a wonderful night ...
  10. what you are thinking:
    i am a psych major and over all a very curious person - its not just that i want to know to know - i want to get to know YOU how you think how you process - because its part of who you are and it gives me a deeper understanding of who you are - it increases the depth of our friendship... not everyone understands this...


Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your interest list.
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Chasing seagulls [29 Sep 2005|07:08pm]

allyballybee88
[ mood | nostalgic ]

Ever since were were 5 or 6, my best friend Suzie's been terrified of seagulls. Unfortunately, where we live, this presents a problem. Not only are there gulls everywhere, they are the most vicious, evil-minded, scheming birds I've ever met. We were once banned from eating outside at school because the gulls kept swooping down and stealing our lunches, leaving us hungry and, more often than not, with cut fingers from their bills.

But as time passed, the gulls became less common in the centre of town, and nowadays they tend to only inhabit the area around the waterfront, where all the clubs and pubs are.

After a night out, Suzie and I used to sit on the wall, waiting for her mother to come and collect us, with a bag of chips between us. And from around the end of the wall, a little, white, evil face appeared and began to come towards us. And Suze started to panic.

We tried moving, but it just kept coming. We moved over and over again, but it wouldn't leave us alone.

And then Suze picked up her handbag, took a deep breath, and ran at it. And that seagull took one look at her, and fled. And this time, it didn't come back.

Chasing the seagull. A metaphor for taking control of things and winning back your freedom from the clutches of an oppressive dictator, be they human, avian or anything else.

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flowers not roses [20 Sep 2005|12:30am]

dailybecoming
[ mood | tired ]

When I was dating this guy (we dated about a year)– he ALWAYS brought me the same flowers: ROSES. The color was always red, they were always CUT roses (dead) and not very nice roses – but cheap ones like gas station or walmart roses. Now it wasn’t the QUALITY of the flower – nor was it the QUANTITY that bothered me about getting roses - but there was just no THOUGHT ever put into it. It was cliché and half hearted – at least it seemed to be half hearted.
After a year of always receiving the same kind of flower I grew to despise roses… Now – had he gotten me wild flowers he had picked himself even while we were walking somewhere – those would mean more than the roses – or if he had at least gotten LIVING roses – uncut ones – that might have been nice…

For my 21st birthday my sister’s boyfriend, Sam, gave me a potted Orchid. I still have the orchid and it has sentimental attachment – esp. now that Sam and my sister are soon to be married… The roses – they were all thrown a way before the relationship with above mentioned guy was even over… dead and forgotten.

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Die Jugendweihe [30 Apr 2005|04:58pm]

weizenwind
Thanks to a recent NYT article (and subsequent research) I've learned about the Jugendweihe, Germany's secular answer to confirmation or bar/bat mitzvah. The word translates roughly to "youth initiation", and it marks the transition from childhood to youth, usually at age 14. The Jugendweihe itself is a ceremony celebrated both publicly and with family, but in the 9 months leading up to the ceremony there are many optional classes and field trips designed to help the participants actually make the transition ahead of them. The topics below are my clumsy translations from a page produced by www.jugendweihe.de, a non-profit that organizes the events.

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I love this because it seems like everything kids need to learn but don't in school because they're focused on academics (or at least their curriculum is). How to get along with people, how to understand themselves, how to get a job, how to take care of themselves and the planet. And it costs parents only about $100. Sign me up.

This has been around for 150 years and has survived two world wars along with 50 years of communist oppression in the GDR (which actually was a major force in keeping it alive). Currently, it's much more popular in East Germany than in the West.

If anyone knows about things like this in the US or elsewhere in the world I'd love to know about them.
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Brita [23 Mar 2005|11:10pm]

totheliving
This is one of those interests I look back on with fond reminiscence. It's tied to the year I first got a livejournal. It reminds me of being a freshman in college, and getting a Brita water filter for my roommate and myself. We bonded over that Brita. It became a conversation piece. Refilling it was a good deed. The soothing cool water was perfect after a long stressful day. It meant avoiding drinking warm tapwater from the building, which obviously meant avoiding horrible diseases.

At the same time, I don't remember why it was so important. Now we have a newer version of a Brita and it just exists in the fridge as a useful thing. I guess its novelty wore off when we came back for the second semester and year, and my roommate and I have formed a friendship that goes beyond a silly water purifier. Maybe it was one of those classic necessities, like shower shoes, that becomes a noticeable part of life at the beginning of the college years.
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playing in the rain [20 Mar 2005|10:34am]

twisterfairy
This is the interest that brought me to this community.

When I was young, my best friend lived down the street from me. When it rained in the summer, we would always put on our bathing suits and jelly sandals and take our umbrellas and go play in the rain. We woupld be fairies and then the dancing toadstools from Fantasia, then set up a pretend bus stop at the tree in front of her house and then be shoppers in the rain, using our porches as stores, one game after another. We would sing and run around on our lawns and play under the trees on our street until finally collapsing, exhausted, into a towel and if we were lucky, popcorn and a movie to pass the rainy evening with.

She's moved away now, and we've both grown up and now rain is just something that you have to get through to get where you're going. But I always think back to my childhood when rain was something to be rejoiced in.
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making picture books [01 Mar 2005|09:44pm]

eatsoylentgreen
Today I subbed as a Special Education teacher. I was teaching a little remedial math, but mostly remedial English.

Since the students in my experience are only good for about 50% the normal amount of work, I wanted to have a writing activity that would engage them, that would be "fun" for them. So, sure enough, after the first kid read a couple books they began to get antsy.

I told them "Ok, I've seen you read picture books. How about you make one?"

I sat them down to a Google Image search screen and Powerpoint. (At this point I had to actually prompt the kid to find out what he wanted to write about. I picked a no brainer, Bruce Lee. Hmong boys adore the man, and Lee's pictures are so damn cool.)

We clipped out pictures and blew them up to the whole screen size. Then I had him fill in the words to go along the bottom. Boom, instant writing activity. And a genuine text, and something he'd be proud of, and spend lots of time reading and showing to his friends.

His book was pretty cool by the end. He wanted to make a trillion copies of his 3 page picture book.

Never underestimate the educational abilities of BRUCE LEE! Hwaaaaaahhhh!
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Philanthropy [28 Dec 2004|04:23pm]

kanaetkassad
[ mood | sad ]

I've always been into philanthropy, making cookies for firefighters on make a difference day, giving blood... i could go on but I'd like to speak of something of a bit more serious. Asia recently underwent a catastrophic earthquake that caused horrible tsunamis. I donated $50 to Doctors without Borders without hesitation because of the scope and the great need, with 75,000 dead... I was also prompted to join a lj community called life_helper (where I posted hoping to remind people how easy it is to donate online).

I am hoping to donate more possibly next week. With extra money floating around from Christmas, I felt an intrinsic need to donate... especially since I *meant to donate $25 to red cross back when there were hurricanes but i didn't. I don't know why I didn't but I didn't. But America takes care of their own...(which I will talk about a little below albeit politically). President Bush recently lowered how much International aid America gives because America wants to lower our country's deficit (here's a joke: got the deficit from the war, har har, in which we're killing our own and creating more need and devastation) So yeah, anyways, Fact: the U.S. is not going to be giving as much aid to countries in need like those directly affected by the earthquake. Fact: America takes care of their own emergencies no matter what. Oh sure, the U.S. is giving some international aid to The countries affected, but I can see my money stretching a little farther by donating to Doctors without Borders, as they're an International Organisation spending far more resources than the U.S. would WANT to spend on this endeavor. (that may be BS, but in a nutshell you know my intentions).

It's scary thinking about how many families will be missing their loved ones with 75,000 dead... that's like almost genocide. My $50 may not go far, but it will go far enough in the way of clean water and food for a few people. I will have to donate more next week:(

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Chess [11 Dec 2004|11:21pm]

kanaetkassad
don't you hate it when you lose your chess game?! i NEEDED to play it tonight but it disappeared! i mean, how many closets could it be hiding in? I've got 2 big chess games and one portable one:P Sadly, it's the only "official" board game my husband and I own. I know I know, here's a link for board games I should buy.

I've loved Chess for a long time. I learned how to play my sophomore year of high school in Chess Club. I was lucky there was a band teacher who was nice enough to sponsor us: The chess squadron, apparently. And the band teacher never really played at all, he just made sure we had at least 20 chess sets to play with! But I was hungry to learn. I was the only girl who showed up for consecutive weeks, and I didn't know how to play until I got there. But all my guy friends were there so I knew I'd feel comfortable learning (and losing).

I got beat a lot by my friend Eric, who could beat everyone in 3 moves or less usually. He taught me how to play and took special interest with teaching me. I'd usually watch his games if I wasn't playing him... seeing if I could catch on to his tricks and strategies. I'm still not very good, years later. Although I am good enough to get to stalemate with my husband playing chess a few times. Though usually hubby beats me:P But I like the fight. I like the strategies. I still open with Eric's first move. And I still play with Eric. But it was the flurry of excitement to see if "just that one time" I could beat Eric in Chess Club, (or anyone who'd EVER beaten Eric, which was a challenge as well!). Chess Club only lasted till the end of sophomore year. I was sad to not play after school with at least 25 regular members after Chess Club ended. The school library would be packed. The following years at high school, I got sucked into Academic Competition, and utilised the library after school sometimes, occasionally yearning for a game of chess with someone, and also having the game available to play.

I played Yahoo chess for awhile, but it wasn't the same. I liked touching the pieces, and taking my time debating my moves.

I beat people mercifully at Nightmare Chess (you play chess, but then use cards to "trump" real chess moves). I'm good at trumping. I've never lost a game of Nightmare Chess yet, but it's not as satisfying when I win. Last time, Alex quit playing the second game because he could see that I was going to win. I think Nightmare chess is similar to playing hearts. With Hearts, I warm up, and then I win one right after the other.

Anyhow, I still haven't found my Chess board. At least no one plays with me one game right after another so that I dream about it... which happens when I get too much of something. But I do remember dreaming I was playing Chess in high school... and *almost winning, which was somewhat encouraging.
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anti danielle steel [19 Sep 2004|02:42pm]

impygimpy

I know a lot of people are a big fan of Danielle Steel's books. So I thought I'd pick one up the other day to give it a go. Well, I was very disappointed. It's not that the story was so bad...truly, it was a neat thought. But, her word usage was so repetitive and clumsy at times. I felt like she had a short vocab and didn't proof read her work at all. It was almost like she just wanted to crank one out. Maybe I'm missing something...but it seemed a bit awkward at times. I felt disappointed as I read it and turned the pages.

Meh, just my opinion!

Feel free to disagree. : )

p.s. also, I'd understand if this is not something you'd want to include on the list of interests...it may be too opinionated or something.

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delicious chocolate candies [05 Sep 2004|06:53pm]

eatsoylentgreen
Start with delicious chocolate chips. Guitarrd is a good brand, Nestle is not, and they cost the same price.

Melt some in the microwave, with the same amount of heavy whipping cream (add a dollop of butter if you want it harder) Stir together, and cool. You've made what the French call ganache, it's better than any chocolate frosting, and easy easy.

If you roll a spoonfull into a ball, it's a chocolate truffle, and delicious. You can roll it in powdered sugar or ground up walnuts if you want, or dip it in melted chocolate. They are tasty, and a great present.

Cover your hair. You can make the best candy in the world, but if it has a hair in it, you just made something as edible as cat poop.
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DIM STAR [10 Aug 2004|04:00pm]

__dimstar
stars are known to be bright. stars are famous because it twinkles. stars are liked because they sparkle.

but how about those stars... those stars that can be mistaken to a mere illusion? those who are not easily seen by people. dim stars.

they are up in the sky, another of the billions of stars up in the night sky. some people look for shooting stars, some look for blue dwarfs & red dwarfs, some look for falling stars... but me, i look at dim stars. they aren't hard to look for, there are millions of it up there.

i look at them and think of all my dreams. my dreams may be dim stars for other people, i may be so insignificant like dim stars compared to people that sparkle, famous people, but my dreams and i do count as stars. and we have places in the night sky.
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bathtub escapism [19 Feb 2004|09:24pm]

moxiemylove
it must be visceral satisfaction. floating in the bath in daydreamy introversion is one of my favourite things to do.

sometimes with my head under the water, with my hair churning around my head, outside sounds muffled and low, i feel transported.

i could be anywhere. though i think of deep oceans, still ponds and damp mossy grottos, i feel as though i'm buoyant in flight.
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shaving in public washrooms [14 Feb 2004|01:21am]

castleofneedles
[ mood | flirty ]

I'm really bored and have been watching this community for a while waiting to jump into the mix. No time like the present.

When I was much younger, I walked into a public washroom and saw a strange man standing at the mirror and shaving. This struck me as very odd, although there was clearly nothing wrong with it, he noticed me staring at him and gave me a queer grin. Some things are private and personal, but even if you bother to bring them into the open, there's not always a lot anyone can do about it. I don't think there was any specific rule against what he was doing, and everything touching his face and skin were things he brought in with him... I was fascinated by this concept, I'd never even heard it done before, but ever since I've been keeping my shaving kit on me and trying out new public washrooms.

It's really a wonderful experience.

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tetris [29 Dec 2003|11:54pm]

sari_o
i'm obsessed with tetris.

i love puzzle games like that and doctor mario, and i have ever since my freshman year (high school). what happened was i moved accross the country to a small town and i had a whole summer to myself with no way to really meet anyone because there are no clubs or hangouts to go to. so i spent the whole three months at home eating and playing my reg. nes doctor mario and one of the those little mini portable tetris games. it consumed me. i would actually stay up late playing those things. i'd get up and first things first, pop in the old doctor mario and waste a whole nother day sitting in front of the tv. i am now the proud owner of tetris two for my nes cause i lost my darned portable tetris. still searching for tetris one for that console.
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Cold Feet [06 Dec 2003|03:06am]

fruitlesspast
[ mood | curious ]

Cold Feet

I can not really pin point when I noticed it – but ever since I remember actually having a preference I liked having cold feet. When I was younger, maybe 5-8 years old, LOATHED shoes, I was very particular about the types of shoes I would wear and how I would wear them. I had these Keds (you know the old woman walking shoe?) They were very flat and navy blue and had white laces. I didn’t like the laces nor how they made my feet feel so trapped in the shoe – so I took them out and wore them with out the laces. Then I stepped on the back part of the shoe so I could just slide my feet into the shoe – they were very very comfy. I suppose that’s when I feet thing happened. Around the same time I started to develop these very awful pains in my feet. Icy-hot didn’t help and the heating pad only helped ease the pain a little bit – the only thing that could really make the pain stop was having my feet rubbed – and even then I would still have tears streaming down my face because they hurt so badly. I didn’t really develop the thing with the cold feet until 9th or maybe 10th grade year. It has stuck with me. I just don’t like having warm feet. I nearly always wear flip-flops and when I am not I am wish I were. I will stick my feet out of the bed sheets if they get warm. I don’t like socks nor closed toed shoes because the restrict airflow. When my feet get to warm – I don’t care where I am – be it church class or even dinner – I have to take off my shoes or socks or whatever it is that is keeping them warm because otherwise I feel trapped and I get nauseous.. I know that’s weird.
The only time I let my feet really be warm is when I am sleeping or cuddling with someone I trust and hold close. Then I will let their feet touch mine and keep them warm – not so much to have warm feet as much as it is to have a reason to be near to the other person. (Although me refusing to let someone warm my feet doesn’t automatically mean I don’t feel this way for them)

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A humument [30 Aug 2003|10:26pm]
worded_snapshot
"A humument" by Tom Phillips is a book I found at Oxford Books (do you remember that book store?) in Atlanta during the late 80's. I love books that are not conventional. This book is one of the oddest concept mass-published altered books I have ever seen. It is basically a book from the Victorian era that has been altered in hundreds of ways/pages. Through drawing and creative masking, which allowed only some words to show on the page, a new way to "read" the book was created. It's easier to actually see the examples instead of trying to describe.

http://www.rosacordis.com/humument/index2.html

I hope this book sparks an interest for you of what is possible beyond the conventional thought of what a book is.
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thunder [22 Aug 2003|01:43pm]

kitttycattttt
A year or two ago, I was sleeping on the couch in the livingroom of my parents' house. I have my own room, but I usually sleep on the couch - which isn't relevant to this post.

I was having a nightmare; I have them often.

The nightmare:

I walked into Wal Mart through the mall door (..our Wal Mart, until a few days ago, was connected to our tiny mall..). A guy that I used to know was the "greeter." He was wearing bright-coloured clothing - lime green and red and such. I walked past him, and started looking around. A female voice, perhaps a child's voice, was speaking on the intercom:
"Customer service to [insert department name].." - "Customer service to [insert another dept name].." - "Would [insert name] please come to [insert dept.].." - "If you're driving a(n) [insert vehicle description], you left your lights on.." - "Customer service, please come to [insert dept.].." - etc.

At the end of each of these statements, her voice drifted, turned into that horrid dying-tape sound. [[I'm not sure if you're familiar with that sound, but it REALLY bothers me. There are several sounds that bother me, actually. They don't only -bother- me; they frighten me, scare me, terrify me.]]

Terribly loud (and close!) thunder woke me up from this dream. It shook the 5 windows in the livingroom. At first, I thought it was some sort of explosion or something, and that perhaps I was about to die. It sounds very irrational, but -I- was very irrational when the thunder woke me up.

Since the bad dream/thunder experience, I have been afraid of thunder/storms. Before this, I could comfort our dog that whines and hides when it storms. Now, I just have to whine and hide with him. ..
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latino radio. [21 Jul 2003|08:55pm]

turnedoffneon
one night i was staying up late --i think it was a thursday, & doing some work that needed to be in the next day, and i was tired of the regular radio playing dance music, or something along those lines, so getting up, i ran my finger along the tuner, pausing after every fuzz & then i heard this gorgeous, dancing maraca music, crooning out & i left it there and got back to work.

i listened to the music, to the hispanic voices dedicating songs to people who had phoned in, speaking english. & it was really lovely, despite the need to finish working.

only, the nest morning, i changed it back to regular radio, and no matter how hard i try, i can never find it. i try at thursday, about the same time, looking out for something vaguely latino, but nothing comes along. i get the feeling it was a pirate radio station, but it doesn't matter whether it was or not, because i can't find it anymore & no music like it.

(although. i'm sure i could if i spoke spanish.)
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