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Name: Eva
Birthday: 8/20/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Let's see...violin, violin, violin. Besides that, I like music, my friends, deep intellectual discussions, thrifting for original clothes, and the feeling that I really accomplished something.
Expertise: Hopefully I'm good at the violin and music. Other than that I think I can say that I'm rather good at being confused.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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AIM:  evadiva701
Member Since:
8/4/2004
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| uh, let me think about that one... YES! (I got that from an ad on the xanga homepage) I figure that not many people read this anymore, so I feel pretty safe spilling some things here. My new year's resolution: to start growing up! It's about time, I think and it isn't quite as simple as that, but that is the gist of it. I have a cold... and it makes me sad. "with just one kiss, you could change the world" I wish I had had he gutz to listen the bad idea bears a long time ago. I could've just turned around and said, "yes, you're right," but I didn't. I had way too many opportunities to say it and I never took any of them. Then again over this break... all I had to do was turn around. That was all I had to do. Sometimes I get really sick of how stupid and cowardly I am. I always have a hard time letting go of things here at home. I love home more than ever and I'm going to miss certain people from home more than ever. Usually I don't get emotional about leaving home for Nashville... but I really am now. oh well. Back to the world I live in: a place where my emotions are only seen through music that I play... ... perhaps it is better that way, perhaps it is best that I forget to put marshmellows in my tea. Well, it has been swell, everybody. take care of yourselves, kids. | | |
| Wow, what kind of loser leaves a fun gathering to come home... only to be sucked into the treacherous depths of xanga. moi. I have a lot of good things in my life right now. Some little things are turning me into a "debbie downer" but if I look at them reasonably, they are small problems to have. Unfortunately, I'm having other issues. with my arm. it hurts to play violin... my nerves are making my fingers tingle. I get to take a trip to the orthopedic surgeon (hopefully not for surgery!) soon... then I get to make a fool of myself in the alumni concert. oh, yeah! ALUMNI CONCERT! Ya'll should come! It's on Jan. 5th and lots of your awesome friends from high school are going to rock it out, except not really... no rock n' roll here. just good singing and classical music. it costs $, but not too much and it's for charity! anyway, I guess that is my life in a nutshell. I've been feeling oddly unconnected to Buffalo, which makes me sad because I love this town so much! My sister and I have been noticing how different and wonderful Minnesotans are in comparison to the people from the places where we live... overhearing guys in their snowpants talk about how they made a killing up at lake of the woods while sipping on starbucks... you know, things like that... and people being ridiculously friendly. and the accent! I can't get enough of those long o's. seriously... what people sing about... all the time... I want me a piece of it. there, it's over. my lame post. nighty night and have a merry new year! | | |
| Wow. It has been some time, hasn't it? I understand that many of you believe that the candle in our hearts which used to burn for xanga is now faltering. You may be right. But I thought I'd say a quick hello to ya'll who may still check in on people from time to time on xanga like I do.
Hallo.
My life is not all that exciting right now. You all know how unspontaneous I am and how much I enjoy chillaxing with friends to pass the time. This usually means that a few pleasant conversations throughout the day will keep me pretty happy. I'm a simple human being and really easy to please. I don't have extremely strong friendships here yet, but I'm working on that. I really care a lot about some of the people here. I'm not sure they realize it, because I'm still some sort of loner/disposable friend for them, but it makes me like Vanderbilt more than I did at the beginning of this year.
I'm taking jazz voice lessons. The hour and a half of violin and jazz voice lessons I have each week are probably the only things keeping me in school. I could do without the rest of it. Don't get me wrong; I love the people, the professors, and the idea of college life in general... but I'm not like my sister. I'm not a brainiac and I couldn't care less about taking in the information in the text books. Still, I'm happy to be here.
For some reason, the relationship situation within the school of music has exploded into one big reality show, complete with a heckuvalot of gossip. A lot of my guy friends in Blair have broken up with their girlfriends and now they're all "on the market" so to speak. It seems like most of my gal pals are "playing the field" now that that has happened and it appears that I'm not really included. That sort of makes me sad, but I'm pretty happy with myself and who I am right now. I don't feel like I have to prove myself to anyone and actually, even though it would be nice to be considered someone worth going on a date with, I'm not sure I'm really interested in any of those guys anyway.
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I guess this whole post is basically saying this: I am old-fashioned. I like having a relaxed schedule with lots of me-time and though I'm simple-minded and boring, I'm pretty content. My cup runneth over with music and tea. I like Nashville and dryer sheets and long walks on the beach.
The End.
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| Drinking wine in front of high school teachers can be rather fun. I quote Sr. Boeckers, "When did you graduate?" titter titter. It's all good. I'm at my own house, my dad bought the bottle of wine that I consumed (for me), and nobody cared. And now my parents friends are playing a rowdy version of Battle of the Sexes. They laugh loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I think they are crying down there (from all the laughter). I hope I have a group of friends like that when I'm in my 40's. I am a new owner of Nike shoes. I have never had name-brand athletic shoes in my life. When I was little, my mom told us that she'd buy us shoes at Walmart and that she'd paint the Nike swoosh on the side if we really wanted it. It's not all that exciting, but aren't Nike shoes made in sweat shops? Don't they fall apart pretty quickly? Le sigh. I wish I could get people to say what is on their mind. I know a lot of girls just say things because they are nice and they may or may not mean it, but then guys just don't say anything sometimes. I know that is a very common stereotype, but my experience with people recently has proven it to be rather true. And saying what you're thinking could make a big difference. It makes a difference to me. Now tell me this: what is the difference between an obsession and love? How do you know if you really care about someone? I know there is a huge gap between love and everything else, or it just feels like that. But I don't know, that's why I'm asking you people. I took a nap with my nose nuzzled in the spot where a wonderful person was last night because it still held the scent of that person (a good scent, mind you). Le sigh, again. Okay folks... my entire week is free. Call me up! Until then, enjoy yourselves. I think I'm finally getting the hang of this. | | |
| Well, hi there. With a title like that I sound like the classic evil villain who will never die. Remember me? The girl that is so out of touch with everyone... okay, the girl who is out of touch with the world? Summer is weird. I hope it gets more interesting than this. I suppose I should enjoy it while it lasts. I hope I'm not this secluded all summer. I've only been home a week, but it seems like eternity. As sad as this sounds, the best part of my day was when I took a nip of rum, washed the dishes and pumped the tunes. My brother is usually glued to the computer screen and my parents are usually tired from a long school day, so after spending the entire day by myself, I usually spend the evening by myself too! Imagine how crazy that is making me... I talk to my pets way more than I should. I wrote an emo bluegrass-type song today. That's a big warning for all you emo-haters, cause that's what mood I'm in right now. What can cure this emo-ness? (by the way, nobody in nashville knows what "emo" is) I hope a lot of you people will be at showcase tomorrow night! I miss ya'll so much and I'm dying to catch up with everyone. yo mama. my mama? yeah, yo mama. Goodness, I need to go to bed. Love, Eva | | |
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