:: The Princess Diaries ::

:: 30.11.03 ::

and then, there were three...
the curse of '79 hits again -- it's just us, ladies. but, kate and rachel, I BELIEVE! i still have hope -- for you two, that is. as for me, it's not going to happen for a long time, if ever. (please, spare me the pity parties. this is how i want it to be. how else am i supposed to runaway to england?) so, in the meantime, let's live it up! woo hoo!

:: debbie 11/30/2003 10:25:00 pm [+] ::
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what i've been told is true. once you leave and go back, you know if you are meant to be back in boston.
the first time i went back to visit, i still felt some sense of belonging and attachment. i missed people and places. back then, i could still see myself going back and living in boston. but, this time around, there were no sentimental feelings and no sense of belonging. i was just a person (an alumnus, if you will) visiting. in the time i was gone, i managed to remove myself from what i knew and even some of who i was. and going back has shown me how independent i grew from anything and anyone i knew. as much as i miss some of the people and places of boston, i was only meant to be there for undergrad. and though the fours year i spent there weren't the best, that's all right. 'cause i wouldn't change those years, even if i could (actually, on second thought, if i knew what i know now, i would have gone to BC.) but the weekend was a nice visit back. but, that's all it was, a visit.

:: debbie 11/27/2003 11:05:00 pm [+] ::
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missing: one social life of a 24 year old. if found, please return to owner.

:: debbie 11/15/2003 10:39:00 pm [+] ::
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all week, i wore nicer, more professional, more teaching-looking clothes. and for what? one brief encounter. just ONE! for the first time in a long time, i actually put thought into the clothes i wore, dealt with discomfort for 12 hours, and bent over backwards to tame my fro - for one brief moment out of 40 hours. honestly, what is wrong with me? and if sun is right, at the rate i'm going at, it'll be the end of the school year by the time anything happens.

yeah, i obviously have nothing better to write about...

:: debbie 11/14/2003 04:29:00 pm [+] ::
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i work some of the best co-workers - EVER. who'd ever thought that i'd enjoy working and become friends with women who are my mom's age. they are the best, i tell 'ya. sometimes i forget that they could be my mom, 'cause they're the ones who keep me young these days. it's particularly amusing how they are so interested in my love life (or the lack of one.) and now that we (or i) have a new "interest", they've been all over it. and i must say, they are advocating for me and finding out about the goods. and if this doesn't work out, God help him. hilarious, i tell you. it's just high-lar-eeous.

but, whatever may happen, just the thought of moving on is fine with me. and if i didn't already say it, i'll say it again: HOORAY for social work interns!

:: debbie 11/12/2003 10:55:00 pm [+] ::
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so, it goes like this -- i can't stand the general high school population. yet, i work in a high school. i've been working in a high school for the past two years and am in the midst of my third. then, when i need to study, i go to the glenview caribou, where the high school kids hang out. they're not the ones from my school, but close enough. so, what gives? why do i do this to myself? why would i surround myself with a population i don't particularly like? i'm not sure, really. all i know is that i love the special ed. high school population with all my heart. and in order for me to be able to have my own speical ed. classroom in a high school, i need to finish and do well in grad school. so, i go to caribou, not for their coffee nor for the company, but for the late closing time.

but, i do appreciate this about the glenview caribou -- whenever i go, i can always count on an awkward moment with one of the high school kids who works there, seeing one of the regulars badly dressed, and all of the outlets for my laptop.

:: debbie 11/06/2003 11:06:00 pm [+] ::
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9 out of 10 times, i agree with what my brother says and take his advice. but, this time around, i must disagree and not take his advice. and though he knows all parties involved and the situation, he doesn't know because he's not involved. i'm not going to pretend everything's okay, because it's not. and i just feel too strongly about this to move from my stance. and at this point, no one can really change my mind otherwise. 'cause the damage was done and a lot has to be proven to me now. a bit harsh, i know. but life's tough, kiddo.

:: debbie 11/02/2003 09:51:00 pm [+] ::
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