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its 3:46. i can not sleep.
i guess its been a long time since an update. life has been incredibly busy, it's hard to find time for journal entries anymore. this year has been so terribly complicated, both in good ways and bad. school has changed, seasons have changed, people have changed. i have changed. its weird to think that summer was half a year ago. i swear it was just yesterday that i was laughing with friends in commons at yale campus and climbing the great wall with a newly made friend. for perhaps the first time in my life, i really miss summer. a lot. so much happened last summer. many new experiences, you could say. and so much freedom from worry and stress and schoolwork. christmas has just past, and it didnt feel like christmas at all. i guess after you rush through school weeks in hopes for a restful weekend (which is never restful, by the way) you start to lose track of time. oh well, the good thing is is that it is christmas break. the bad thing is that it is already half over.
mmmmmmmm explo. thinking about it always makes me smile. i miss it so much. such a great three weeks with such great people and such great memories made. i guess i've been selfishly guarding these below pictures for a while now, they're the ones i took on my rebel k2 that i never put on my myspace or my facebook, never emailed to everyone so that they could put it on their own facebooks and myspaces and xangas and livejournals. i hope it stays that way. i feel like these pictures are my own, they're my thoughts, how i felt about explo. but i guess i want to share a few of them with you now, let you see what explo was all about to me. i didn't want to share them until i truly missed explo and summer and all things relative. and i guess now i do. miss it, that is.
yale university, the old campus and nearby grounds.
the quad, where EVERYTHING (you know, the stuff) went dowwwwn.
[kyam, day student counselor number 1: canadian, speaks french fluently, dj with no set plan for his life, hilarious, smooth talker, intelligent, fun-loving, the day student crush]
the commons, aka the dining hall
[erin, day student counselor number 2: naturally gorgeous, artist, laidback, from texas, princeton student, adventurous, social, beautiful, smart, amiable]
swing dancing with my partner (zak!) outside of commons
friends, some of the day students.
tom: one of my favorite people, of all time. sweet, intelligent, friendly. the BEST swing dancer, my twin. a real gentleman. caring towards others. witty, funny. private schooler. rolls things, when hes nervous. hums and dances to ease tension. thoughtful. cutest laugh wrinkles you will ever see. able to drink a gallon of apple cider with me. pops his collar like no other. will make for an extraordinary journalist one day. willing to sit in b&n and uo just to read books with me. rescues me from dangeous dancers. best giggles. always smiling, and making me smile. offers a nice arm to cling on to in times of need. not afraid to be silly in public with me. loved by all for his personality. nice eyes. brings extra clothes in case it rains. close with his mother. taught me to tango.
christina: sarcastic wit, angsty, deep. stereotyped, but wrongfully so. genuine, truthful and honest. speaks with her open mind, conveys through her literature. in love with a girl. who loves her deeply in return. soon to be married, soon to depart for college. wise, experienced, strong. maybe too experienced for her own good. learns from her mistakes and setbacks. cusses frequently, in times of frustration. bright, blazing green eyes. petite and naturally thin. tomboy, yet is also feminine. deep interest in japanese culture. relaxed, calm, soothed. characteristic voice, beautiful smile. funny when she runs. keeps her friends grounded. my first friend at camp. great on the dance floor and in the club. injured her ankle while climbing a bunk in the dorms. weakness for cookies and sweets.
zak: extremely liberal, politically involved, hates bush. hippie, peaceful. rights activist, protestor of injustice. witty, intriguing. extremely intelligent without trying too hard, brilliant. loves food, moocher, will eat anything. introduced me to sushi. big brother towards his girl friends. soft, curly hair, seen often with his john lennon sunglasses and pin covered backpack. is willing to hold up a banner in the middle of new haven with me and ashley and half a dozen strangers to raise awareness to the bombing of hiroshima and nagasaki. tall and lanky, but strong enough to support swing dancing girls. is willing to pretend to be british with me. loves the serenity of the yale library. girls are drawn to be his friend. everyone is drawn to be his friend. taught me to skank. truly an individual. tie dyes and paints, likes to debate and draw chalk with me on the sidewalks in the quad. will start a revolution one day and will make a big difference on the world.
anna: stereotyped, and wrongfully so. even more than christina. welcoming, nice, friendly. energetic, at least internally. distinct voice, even more distinct hair color (which is now currently purple i believe). stiking blue eyes. punky, yet girly. got her braces off during explo. loves to swing dance with tom, zak, and myself. considers herself as well as myself thugs. loves ska, punk, rock, pop music, especially boybands. once a part of the fluffy puffy unicorn gang (a band). plays the bass guitar. best friends with zak. quiet, shy, misunderstood by her peers at school. openminded to the advice of others. finds humor in the littlest things. easily amused. bounces up and down when happy or excited, grabs at her lanyard in habit. happy and mostly optimisitic. detests pictures and posing. easy to like and get along with.
"the flower for a dolla lady": interesting, complicated, with a story to tell. supports herself by selling roses for a dollar each. sits at the corner of au bon pain everyday to sell her flowers, never misses a day. long dreadlocks and piercing eyes, always seems to be all-knowning. would not be considered approachable, yet incredibly friendly when is approached. will always remember you if you buy a flower from her. wears boots and clothes that are too large for her body, and is comfortable in her own skin. does not care about the opinions of others, at all. living proof that people should not judge a book by its cover, that everyday people have compassion although they may seem without it. example of how to make the best of life, even when living off of the lowest means, that at the end of the day you do what you need to get by.
amazing places, amazing stories and faces. i miss you explo.
its now 5:21. goodnight.
-monica
i guess its been a long time since an update. life has been incredibly busy, it's hard to find time for journal entries anymore. this year has been so terribly complicated, both in good ways and bad. school has changed, seasons have changed, people have changed. i have changed. its weird to think that summer was half a year ago. i swear it was just yesterday that i was laughing with friends in commons at yale campus and climbing the great wall with a newly made friend. for perhaps the first time in my life, i really miss summer. a lot. so much happened last summer. many new experiences, you could say. and so much freedom from worry and stress and schoolwork. christmas has just past, and it didnt feel like christmas at all. i guess after you rush through school weeks in hopes for a restful weekend (which is never restful, by the way) you start to lose track of time. oh well, the good thing is is that it is christmas break. the bad thing is that it is already half over.
mmmmmmmm explo. thinking about it always makes me smile. i miss it so much. such a great three weeks with such great people and such great memories made. i guess i've been selfishly guarding these below pictures for a while now, they're the ones i took on my rebel k2 that i never put on my myspace or my facebook, never emailed to everyone so that they could put it on their own facebooks and myspaces and xangas and livejournals. i hope it stays that way. i feel like these pictures are my own, they're my thoughts, how i felt about explo. but i guess i want to share a few of them with you now, let you see what explo was all about to me. i didn't want to share them until i truly missed explo and summer and all things relative. and i guess now i do. miss it, that is.
yale university, the old campus and nearby grounds.
the quad, where EVERYTHING (you know, the stuff) went dowwwwn.
[kyam, day student counselor number 1: canadian, speaks french fluently, dj with no set plan for his life, hilarious, smooth talker, intelligent, fun-loving, the day student crush]
the commons, aka the dining hall
[erin, day student counselor number 2: naturally gorgeous, artist, laidback, from texas, princeton student, adventurous, social, beautiful, smart, amiable]
swing dancing with my partner (zak!) outside of commons
friends, some of the day students.
tom: one of my favorite people, of all time. sweet, intelligent, friendly. the BEST swing dancer, my twin. a real gentleman. caring towards others. witty, funny. private schooler. rolls things, when hes nervous. hums and dances to ease tension. thoughtful. cutest laugh wrinkles you will ever see. able to drink a gallon of apple cider with me. pops his collar like no other. will make for an extraordinary journalist one day. willing to sit in b&n and uo just to read books with me. rescues me from dangeous dancers. best giggles. always smiling, and making me smile. offers a nice arm to cling on to in times of need. not afraid to be silly in public with me. loved by all for his personality. nice eyes. brings extra clothes in case it rains. close with his mother. taught me to tango.
christina: sarcastic wit, angsty, deep. stereotyped, but wrongfully so. genuine, truthful and honest. speaks with her open mind, conveys through her literature. in love with a girl. who loves her deeply in return. soon to be married, soon to depart for college. wise, experienced, strong. maybe too experienced for her own good. learns from her mistakes and setbacks. cusses frequently, in times of frustration. bright, blazing green eyes. petite and naturally thin. tomboy, yet is also feminine. deep interest in japanese culture. relaxed, calm, soothed. characteristic voice, beautiful smile. funny when she runs. keeps her friends grounded. my first friend at camp. great on the dance floor and in the club. injured her ankle while climbing a bunk in the dorms. weakness for cookies and sweets.
zak: extremely liberal, politically involved, hates bush. hippie, peaceful. rights activist, protestor of injustice. witty, intriguing. extremely intelligent without trying too hard, brilliant. loves food, moocher, will eat anything. introduced me to sushi. big brother towards his girl friends. soft, curly hair, seen often with his john lennon sunglasses and pin covered backpack. is willing to hold up a banner in the middle of new haven with me and ashley and half a dozen strangers to raise awareness to the bombing of hiroshima and nagasaki. tall and lanky, but strong enough to support swing dancing girls. is willing to pretend to be british with me. loves the serenity of the yale library. girls are drawn to be his friend. everyone is drawn to be his friend. taught me to skank. truly an individual. tie dyes and paints, likes to debate and draw chalk with me on the sidewalks in the quad. will start a revolution one day and will make a big difference on the world.
anna: stereotyped, and wrongfully so. even more than christina. welcoming, nice, friendly. energetic, at least internally. distinct voice, even more distinct hair color (which is now currently purple i believe). stiking blue eyes. punky, yet girly. got her braces off during explo. loves to swing dance with tom, zak, and myself. considers herself as well as myself thugs. loves ska, punk, rock, pop music, especially boybands. once a part of the fluffy puffy unicorn gang (a band). plays the bass guitar. best friends with zak. quiet, shy, misunderstood by her peers at school. openminded to the advice of others. finds humor in the littlest things. easily amused. bounces up and down when happy or excited, grabs at her lanyard in habit. happy and mostly optimisitic. detests pictures and posing. easy to like and get along with.
"the flower for a dolla lady": interesting, complicated, with a story to tell. supports herself by selling roses for a dollar each. sits at the corner of au bon pain everyday to sell her flowers, never misses a day. long dreadlocks and piercing eyes, always seems to be all-knowning. would not be considered approachable, yet incredibly friendly when is approached. will always remember you if you buy a flower from her. wears boots and clothes that are too large for her body, and is comfortable in her own skin. does not care about the opinions of others, at all. living proof that people should not judge a book by its cover, that everyday people have compassion although they may seem without it. example of how to make the best of life, even when living off of the lowest means, that at the end of the day you do what you need to get by.
amazing places, amazing stories and faces. i miss you explo.
its now 5:21. goodnight.
-monica