tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35185685141875760972024-03-05T09:07:09.393-05:00She just goes stumbling through her memories.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-34308141220534594832010-12-22T02:02:00.000-05:002010-12-22T02:02:52.277-05:00Moving to Tumblr?Didn't think I would, but I might. Look for Day 13 there.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-60923405747697630192010-12-21T16:49:00.000-05:002010-12-21T16:49:59.854-05:00Day 13: Whatever tickles your fancySoon, I'll be off to watch the UConn women play FSU in front of a sold-out crowd. NBD. However, tonight, day 13's post will be the semester in review that I usually blog about at some point. Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-20317736401154197352010-12-21T00:27:00.000-05:002010-12-21T00:27:23.011-05:00Day 12: Post a self-portrait<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_m-b1dEpCfwP5zAZFg39AbELT6kCImmZaCzDR8bPoMaEp5iWOnusf8D1y2RoRq8hRGQxZ9ztD8N8_alKVNI4uLV4lnHvkBoCISwxU39h7vS22pp7BQ-b_YpqOpZkNKP4ljEGC-LnTneB/s1600/Photo+33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_m-b1dEpCfwP5zAZFg39AbELT6kCImmZaCzDR8bPoMaEp5iWOnusf8D1y2RoRq8hRGQxZ9ztD8N8_alKVNI4uLV4lnHvkBoCISwxU39h7vS22pp7BQ-b_YpqOpZkNKP4ljEGC-LnTneB/s320/Photo+33.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Hello out there...<3!Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-80919252280943394292010-12-19T21:23:00.000-05:002010-12-19T21:23:24.241-05:00Day 11: Share your favorite recipeEverybody seems to LOVE this <a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/spinach-artichoke-dip-1209">Spinach Artichoke Dip</a>. Zima gave it to me when I had the trumpet Tostitos party.<br />
Also, the home made pumpkin chocolate chip cookies...I've been told it's like a cross between a cookie and cake, and that it's absolutely delicious. <br />
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Maybe, one day, I'll make them for YOU!Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-28102524665014343332010-12-18T16:25:00.000-05:002010-12-18T16:25:01.264-05:00Day 10: A letter to the person you hate most or caused you a lot of painHonestly, I can't really pinpoint a person I hate...I don't really hate anybody, but I can say something to anybody who's ever caused me pain:<br />
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<i>Dear you, </i><br />
<i>Because of you, I'm much happier, much stronger, and learned a whole hell of a lot about what I want out of my life in future. Though it sucked at the time, in the end, you're the idiot. Thanks for proving that I don't need people like you to be happy.</i><br />
<i>-Gill </i>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-2517552844025692332010-12-18T11:11:00.000-05:002010-12-18T11:11:39.196-05:00Day 9: List some of your favorite Tumblrs/BloggersThis was supposed to be Friday...oops...<br />
Day 10 and an end-of-the-semester rant, coming soon. <br />
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<b>Bloggers:</b><br />
I wish <a href="http://vivalavibs.blogspot.com/">Kristin</a> would update again, I love reading her blog.<br />
I like reading <a href="http://dontdoitkid.blogspot.com/">Connor's</a> blog. He doesn't write about one specific topic, but I like reading about different kinds of stuff.<br />
I read <a href="http://alysaauriemma.blogspot.com/">Alysa Auriemma's</a> blog a lot. Yeah, Auriemma as in Geno's daughter. The blog started as behind-the-scenes basketball stuff, but she talks about her own day to day adventures too.<br />
Then there's <a href="http://bethechange422.blogspot.com/">Emily's</a> blog. (UPDATE, WOULD YOU?!) She's very passionate about the topic she's chosen for the blog. It's great to see, and awesome to read.<br />
<b>I also follow the best Tumblrs:</b><br />
<a href="http://cnemer.tumblr.com/">NEMER!!</a><br />
<a href="http://karissa-ann.tumblr.com/">Karissa <3</a><br />
<a href="http://annatheawesome.tumblr.com/">The one and only ANNA MILLS.</a><br />
<a href="http://smelnick.tumblr.com/">Sarah!</a><br />
My football freak out buddy, <a href="http://bthompz.tumblr.com/">Thompson</a>. Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-31593004268145267002010-12-16T23:57:00.000-05:002010-12-16T23:57:27.361-05:00Day 8: A photo of you taken recentlyI have FOUR MINUTES before day 8 ends.<br />
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I guess I'm learning that 7 days isn't a really long time. <br />
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ANYWAY. Day 7: A YouTube video I find funny.<br />
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With the amount of time people spend on YouTube/the internet in general these days, you've probably seen everything funny...and probably funnier than these. But, for me, it's a tie between ...<br />
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"You know you're only 3 years old, right?"<br />
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTCm8tdHkfI<br />
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and<br />
"I said, I'm going to kick his ask."<br />
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fk-1mla0LeU<br />
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Oh, and My New Haircut. Just because.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-40880021145667791732010-12-14T20:06:00.000-05:002010-12-14T20:06:21.420-05:00I may not have finals, but there's plenty left to do......like, for example, plan about 80% of the bowl trip, (with the rest of UL.)<br />
Bus assignments, I have to remember to do bus assignments...<br />
My last jury EVER is tomorrow. You would think that after 8 juries, this would get easier. But it never did for me. My heart still races, my stomach still feels a little funny, and I usually leave slightly shaky. Let's make tomorrow's goal be for none of those things to happen.<br />
Babysitting for the evening follows, and one last minute assignment/final/thing is due on Friday. So what's next?<br />
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Oh, you know, just a graduate school application. <br />
3 letters of reference, the application, (and app fee...boo...) a personal statement...luckily, not due til February 1st. I'm cutting it a little close though, since I feel like everybody I've heard that applied to grad school did it months ago. It's half back up plan, half what I want to do next year. I just don't know what I want. Strangely, though, I'm providing myself with more options by applying, which means I'll have to make a decision...and we all know how I am with decision-making. <br />
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Stealing Emily's idea...this is what break is going to be, Christmas and Bowl game aside...<br />
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1. Starting eating healthier and taking care of myself-student teaching and the 45 minute commute each way is going to take its toll on me.<br />
2. p90x...*gulp*<br />
3...and if I fail at that, at least get back into running, swimming, and working out regularly.<br />
4. Read!! I need to finish Wicked, re-read the Happiness Project, and tackle most of Margaret Atwood's work. <br />
5. Submit my graduate school application<br />
6. Go to as many basketball games possible :)<br />
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I don't have too much in mind yet. I'm a little overwhelmed just by the thought of a two-year graduate program and what that means. Plus, as usual, my weight loss/get healthy goal crept back into my life, as it always does this time of year. Who knows anymore, but I guess I shouldn't stop trying. <br />
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In general? Life is pretty good. Christmas will be fun and relaxing, the bowl game and New Years will be absolutely insane. I've got a great weekend coming up. Just got to stay positive.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-32033423080997584392010-12-14T09:55:00.001-05:002010-12-14T19:29:06.321-05:00I forgot Day 6 :(<i><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">EDIT: So I forgot that I did this day, (actually day 5) at like 1 am, so I didn't forget day 6, I just did 5 and 6 on the same day. Whatever. Wednesday 12/15 will be day 7! :) </b></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">DAY 6: List of what you ate today </b></span></i><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">So here it is-a not so exciting day.</span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"> </b></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Bagel for breakfast.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Buckley lunch was awful...so I had macaroni salad and pickles.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Reeses and Hershey Kisses </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Now the good part...dinner at the Hanzlik's for trumpet studio Christmas-baked ziti, Christmas cookies, HOMEMADE PEANUT BRITTLE, (thank you, Louis) </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Wings at Bidwell.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Junior mints. Surprise surprise. </b></span><br />
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<i>Well...I could probably ramble for awhile about this, but since this is Blogger and not real life, I'm not going to be really lame. Just kind of lame...</i><br />
<i>I wish I could read you better. Out of everything I could possibly say to you, that's what I'm choosing to say. I wish I knew what you were thinking so I could know if you feel the same way I do. I think you do...but we don't talk about it much, (not that we should.)</i><br />
<i>Wow, I'm really bad at this...</i><br />
<i>Whatever it is/was/might be...I like it. It's fun. You're a person I like being around, because it's nearly impossible for me not to smile when we hang out. And somehow, even though you've known me the least amount of time out of everyone, you can read me like a book.</i><br />
<i>This was a really terrible letter, but, just know-I have a semester of school left, and I want to have fun and enjoy it. And if you're around for some of that fun and enjoyment...that would be fine with me.</i><br />
<i>-Gill</i>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-12582218625762795382010-12-12T10:57:00.000-05:002010-12-12T10:57:46.759-05:00DAY 4: A photo of you taken over ten years agoYou've probably seen this one, but I'm not at home where I can find more pictures. Plus, since it's Christmas time, this is appropriate. I give you...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gzakC8bN4kcgDgXzXrhXOgfOECaFN4vZwApBXweYQW6BWPuhGMFIPIr6PEVgz5-6ikt7-csD9xQgIjCVVyZlEQcTl50xgkLnG1D8eY3-U-ObBU-jaxteqjXKHxImXNwEjxO75ynnVqFp/s1600/21944_724080160481_9029563_43236695_2398593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gzakC8bN4kcgDgXzXrhXOgfOECaFN4vZwApBXweYQW6BWPuhGMFIPIr6PEVgz5-6ikt7-csD9xQgIjCVVyZlEQcTl50xgkLnG1D8eY3-U-ObBU-jaxteqjXKHxImXNwEjxO75ynnVqFp/s320/21944_724080160481_9029563_43236695_2398593_n.jpg" width="214" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maybe to my bio on day one, I should have added: Cowboys fan since age 8 or so. Asked for an Emmitt Smith jersey for Christmas, never turned back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The girl in the plaid pajamas is my sister. The four boys are my cousins on my mom's side, circa the time when Emily and I were the youngest. Christmas Eve was still at my house, and we took pictures on the stairs every year. None of the boys were married. This was such a long time ago.</div>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-24804883671720767482010-12-11T12:43:00.000-05:002010-12-11T12:43:30.729-05:00Day 3: My favorite movieIf you know me, even a little bit, you've probably heard me talk about this movie at some point.<br />
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption">"Please <em>let me keep this memory</em>, just this one..."</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"> </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> It kind of messes with your mind the entire time. If you don't pay attention, you totally miss important elements. At the same time, even if you watch closely, there is so much going on you pick up something new every time you watch it. It's a beautiful movie, and makes you really consider your own memories. One of the quotes floating through Blogger/Tumblr/imgfave/etc, something to the effect of: "Never have any regrets, because at the time, it's what you truly wanted" rings true, especially when Joel starts realizing he doesn't want his entire mind erased. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet are fabulous. Watching Jim Carrey play a completely different character than he does in most other movies was refreshing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"You can get them out of your head. Getting them out of your heart is another story."</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The soundtrack is beautiful too. The movie is sad, romantic, funny, though-provoking...everything. If you haven't seen it, watch it. If you have seen it...watch it again, and see what you find. You might even realize something about yourself.</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-63946144682676215472010-12-10T23:59:00.000-05:002010-12-11T11:13:32.325-05:00Day 2!<span style="font-size: small;"><i>DAY 2: Make a bulleted list of everything that happened in your day </i></span><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Woke up at 9.ish. More like 9:30.</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Received a text from Link about cookies</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Ate breakfast and watched the office with Liz</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Decided that I'm giving in, and over break, I'm going to start watching the office...meaning I have to catch up on 7 seasons worth, (who wants to have a marathon?)</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Played a Sporcle game with Liz that involved a lot of 80s music...I got about 3 or 4, she got the other 27, (out of 50 total.)</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Warm up with Conor for my lesson.</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Have said lesson...screw up royally on two measure of Kennan. TWO measures. We had to rehearse just that several times...buh.</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Marching Band elections...</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Dinner with Anna & Co.</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Start/Finish my paper due at midnight </b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Go to the Falls to see Q AND SOLER!</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">...which snaps me right out of the HORRIBLE mood I was in after band</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">Return to my apartment </b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">...where there was a dance party taking place!</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-weight: normal;">...that I skipped out on because I started feeling sick again :(</b></span></li>
<li><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Bed</span><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">(I'm making today Day 1, skip the list to see it at the bottom.)</span></b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">DAY 1: Introduce yourself </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">DAY 2: Make a bulleted list of everything that happened in your day </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">DAY 3: Your favorite movie </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">DAY 4: A photo of you taken over ten years ago </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">DAY 5: A letter to your Crush </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">DAY 6: List of what you ate today </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">DAY 7: A YouTube video you find funny </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 8: A photo of you taken recently </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 9: List some of your favorite Tumblrs (Bloggers?) </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 10: A letter to the person you hate most or caused you a lot of pain </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 11: Share your favorite recipe </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 12: We want to see your teeth today / Post a self-portrait </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 13: Whatever tickles your fancy </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 14: A song from your childhood </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 15: A letter to someone you wish you could meet </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 16: Provide pictures of 5 celebrity crushes </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 17: A photo that makes you sad </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 18: Set or share a goal </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 19: Whatever tickles your fancy </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 20: A letter to Someone that changed your life </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 21: Your favorite television program </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 22: A photo that makes you happy </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 23 Share one of your current favorite tunes </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 24 Time to face morph / http://morph.cs.st-andrews.ac.uk//Transformer/ </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 25: A letter to someone you judged by their first impression </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 26: Favorite books </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 27: A talent of yours </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 28: Favorite Places to shop </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 29: Provide the HEX code of your favorite color /http://www.febooti.com/products/iezoom/online-help/online-color-chart-picker.html </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 30: A letter to the friendliest person you knew for only one day </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 31: Whatever tickles your fancy </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 32: A photo you took </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 33: What you’re craving right now </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 34: Your favorite quote </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 35: A letter to an ex </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 36: Some hobbies of yours </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 37: A song that you like to dance to </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 38: A photo of your parent(s) </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 39: Zodiac sign and do you think it fits your personality </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 40: A letter to a deceased person you wish you could talk to </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 41: Whatever tickles your fancy </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 42: Bad habit(s) you have </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 43: A picture of your favorite place in the world </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 44: Something that fascinates you and why </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 45: A letter to yourself a year ago </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 46: Photos of personal things in your life (pets, family, house, ect) </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 47: Birthday wish list </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 48: A photo of you right now </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 49: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days </span></b><br />
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 50: A letter to your reflection in the <u>mirror</u></span></b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">DAY 1-12.9.10-Introduce yourself </span></i></b></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">You probably already know all about the loud, Italian, talkative me. But maybe there's a bit more.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">I talk a lot most likely because I'm nervous. I also HATE silence-more than anything, really. If people stop talking, I'll bring up anything, just to make some noise. I actually start getting very uncomfortable in the car if I don't have music on. When I'm home alone, music is immediately turned on, and I do not walk any amount of distance or work out without my iPod. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">I consider being Catholic an important part of who I am, and I find myself talking about religion more often now, but I also find that I'm very uncomfortable digging really deep into it with anybody. I think I might be deciding that it's the one thing that I don't really want to talk about with anyone else. Maybe this is because I've been ridiculed so much in the past for it.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm afraid of everything...and that makes me so sad. And more afraid, really, because I'm worried I will never break out of that fear.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">I want everybody to like me, and I want to be friends with everybody. A</span></b><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">ll I want to do is have fun. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">Give me a pool, a beach, and the ocean, and I'm the happiest girl in the entire world. I dare you find someone happier than me when I'm swimming in the summer.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm doing this to prove I can stay committed to a project that isn't instant gratification. I'm the type of person that only wants to start a project that I can finish in a day or two. I'm resisting the urge to post the responses to all 50 of these questions right now, (not literally, because that would be pretty lame) and make myself work on a project that's going to take longer than 24 hours. Good luck to me.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">P.S. I'm starting p90x soon? <i>I'm terrified. </i></span></b></div>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-16464976563672317182010-12-06T00:14:00.000-05:002010-12-06T00:14:07.607-05:00Stream of consciousness...Might be my favorite literary term. And here. we. go.<br />
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Bowl game bowl game bowl game bowl game!!! I'm so glad everybody came over tonight, it seriously makes me so happy. I felt crappy for most of the day, (I think the weather not being able to make up its mind is screwing with my sinuses) but the second everybody got here, I felt completely fine. (I'm back to feel pretty bad, but I think it's because I know I have to wake up at 6:40 tomorrow morning.) I need to put more water in the penguin. Yes, that penguin is a humidifier. <br />
I still have stuff to put away from going home for Thanksgiving. Thank gosh I'm stay at school until right before Christmas, staying home for 4 days was almost too much. That sounds so terrible. I guess I'm just bored there. There aren't as many opportunities for...anything...there. And, crazy as it sounds, I think there is less for me to do in East Haven than there is to do at UConn. I think that's why I'm so scared to leave school, I'm afraid I'll be stuck in East Haven. Which is strange, because 4 or even 3 months ago, if you asked me, I would have told you I was high-tailing it out of Storrs forever and settling in East Haven, possibly for a long, long time. How things change.<br />
I think my current theme song is Jimmy Eat World's Kill. <br />
I wonder how much work-study money I have left, because I definitely need to earn more.<br />
<b>...I still can't believe we're going to Arizona. During New Years.</b><br />
Tomorrow starts Operation Get Hot for Banquet/Arizona. Don't let me go to Store 24 and buy Junior Mints. Just tell me no.<br />
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I need to go to bed. NIGHT.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-90564761928810051972010-11-26T00:36:00.001-05:002010-11-26T00:41:52.290-05:00Change your outlook.I keep telling myself that if I keep track of these thoughts, eventually, I won't have to <i>think</i> so hard about everything, and I can just <b><i>do.</i></b><br />
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I just read an article about a woman who had a daughter with leukemia. While the girl was undergoing chemo and staying in the hospital, the common day to day theme was not "I have to..." but "I get to..." Things that seems so trivial and average became monumental. <br />
So many times, I find myself saying that <i>I have to</i> do something, even if it's something that very well may be enjoyable and voluntary.<br />
Tomorrow, I get to go back to my apartment, and start getting it ready for Christmas. I get to see my friends, and I get to play in pep band at a basketball game. I get to go to a football game on Saturday and spend the day with the best bunch of people I know. <br />
<i><b>I get to do so many things!</b></i><br />
And so, at times (like right now) when I get stressed, irritable, and anxious, I may need to repeat this to myself a few time. <br />
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Also, I should probably spend a few more minutes getting organized, and then get some sleep. That would probably help the anxiety. <i><b> </b></i>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-21373662149155733602010-11-25T13:27:00.001-05:002010-11-25T13:34:44.772-05:00I'm thankful for......a lot of things, big and small.<br />
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A big, loud, Italian family.<br />
Friends that care about me.<br />
Teachers that try to make me a better person and future teacher.<br />
The UCMB. <3<br />
The chance to be section leader and band captain.<br />
The best Upper Leadership I could have asked to work with this year.<br />
The BEST trumpet section. Ever.<br />
That even though I had mono, it didn't knock me out for the whole semester.<br />
For time spent in Sprague or the music building ... until 2 am. or 3. or 4...<br />
My Godson, Thomas, and his brother, Gregory. <br />
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Peace, love, and thanks.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-61658043827785880912010-11-23T18:41:00.000-05:002010-11-23T18:41:03.497-05:00More to come...Because I can't concentrate on actually doing work, but I have tons of blog ideas in my head, I figured I'd leave the list of them here so I don't forget them later on...<br />
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<ul><li>The political debates that will most likely occur during Thanksgiving, especially with my dad's side of the family.</li>
<li>Christmas! ...yeah, I know, but it'll be more than just me freaking out about Christmas music.</li>
<li>Speaking of freaking out...there's probably going to be an entry on that, too.</li>
<li>The semester in review.</li>
<li>My undergrad career in review. (BUH)</li>
<li>UCMB: The Past 5 years in review.</li>
<li>My new plans for the new year/semester.</li>
</ul>Get it doneeeee.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-58055144372862759152010-11-22T17:26:00.001-05:002010-11-22T17:26:44.114-05:00...What am I so damn afraid of?Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-83659368152276264392010-11-14T04:59:00.000-05:002010-11-14T04:59:56.833-05:00Life Lessons from the UCMBI think I'm going to make this a regular topic. Because I need an outlet for this stuff...some are serious, some not so much. But, it does not make them any less true...<br />
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The weird yellow bus is actually the one everybody wishes they had...take it for the trumpets!!<br />
Don't eat the band sandwiches. Just don't do it.<br />
Sometimes, things do turn out fine. Or, almost fine.<br />
If you are in the trumpet section this year, there are 43 people. That means there are 42 people that care about you.<br />
Cookies and Junior Mints can, and do, solve life's problems.<br />
...but only if you have a flow chart developed by the one and only Anna Mills telling you to eat aforementioned Junior Mints.<br />
The UCMB knows how to have more fun than anyone else.<br />
And the trumpets know how to have more fun than that.<br />
Kevin was right...not to discount my relatives at all...but I have a family here at UConn. <br />
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Annnnnd it's 5 am. I've been up for 20 hours. I'm going to try to go to sleep. <3Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-6479635748503354832010-11-10T23:55:00.000-05:002010-11-10T23:55:46.358-05:00Everything is not as bad as it seems.Everything is not as bad as it seems.<br />
Everything is not as bad as it seems.<br />
Everything is not as bad as it seems.<br />
Everything is not as bad as it seems.<br />
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Sleep, a football game, pep band game, an exhibition, and spending all that time with trumpets will fix this. Hopefully.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-51272953992529348752010-11-08T12:59:00.000-05:002010-11-08T12:59:15.563-05:00In honor of the first snow of the season...<i>"Ladies and gentlemen, we have flakes. Flakes have been sighted. Flakeage, if you will, has begun."</i><br />
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<i>"The world changes when it snows. It's quiet. Everything softens.</i><i>"</i><br />
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<i>"We go back, snow and me. We have a beautiful history."</i><br />
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<b>-Loreali Gilmore, Gilmore Girls</b>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-33861677910462852492010-11-07T23:04:00.000-05:002010-11-07T23:04:34.069-05:00Let's talk about this for a second...4 weeks of class left.<br />
6 weeks until the semester ends.<br />
Not enough time to figure out what's going on next year.<br />
<b>What. is. going. on.</b><br />
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I say it every two seconds, but God, I love the trumpet section.<br />
Trying to learn the lesson that not everything is as bad as I make it out to be. Let's do this week right.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518568514187576097.post-5428747959768664092010-11-05T09:55:00.000-04:002010-11-05T09:55:53.221-04:00The Days are long, but the Years are short.Things go from epically awesome and amazing, to completely falling apart, and then back again...very quickly. Which should lead me to believe that not everything is as terrible as it seems. Maybe I should writing in here on a daily basis, so I can start making these connections before the freak outs occur. <br />
I've been trying to decide on grad school-the current verdict is that I will be going to grad school next year. If a UConn one-year masters program turns out to be an option, then I will come here almost certainly. I will probably apply to the University of New Haven as well, just to keep that option open. After almost crying in seminar class, (although I kept it to myself) I realized I'm just not ready to be a teacher. No matter what anybody else says or tries to convince me of, I'm the only one that can judge what I'm truly ready for. The working world is not what I'm ready for.<br />
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I feel horrible about not being home for awhile. I still have not met Anne's twins-my Godson, Thomas, and his brother, Gregory. It breaks my heart, but between the mono and being busy, it just wasn't right to see them now. I, (and most definitely Anne) did not want them to get sick. Soon, I'll be home for a month, and can see Anne and the babies every day :)<br />
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Even though Andy would yell at me, because "it's not even Thanksgiving yet," I cannot wait to decorate for Christmas!<br />
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My 2nd completely insane week of work (that happens only about three times all semester) is over. All I need to get through is 4 weeks of class, plus a jury. I have no finals, besides one online final. Sometimes I love being a music major.<br />
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4 weeks of class left. Where did the semester go? I don't understand how September seems like it was a full 365 days long...but it also feels like September was a year ago. I guess what I read in The Happiness Project is true-the days are long, but the years are short. I make this realization every once in awhile, and I hope that soon, I realize it and it sticks with me. I waste so much time worrying, instead of trying to make things better for myself-and maybe even just stop stressing, and just enjoy myself a little bit.<br />
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These entries are far from eloquent, but sometimes I just need to blog, stream of consciousness style. I feel pretty good now...Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11913381854969497422noreply@blogger.com0