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much has happened since i last updated. i have met two famous people (though to be fair i met one of them before my last entry but for some mysterious reason i failed to mention it... that could be due to the apparent tumor that is growing in my brain because i have gotten stupider*), have possibly decided what i am majoring in, have possibly figured out what the hell is wrong with my stomach, and have planned a major trip. woooot.
as far as the famous people go, i met patch adams... who was a completely crazy hippie man yet was very nice and said that bush was worse than hitler. which made me laugh. and i was completely shocked when no one stood up and screamed "BLASPHEMY!" or anything. of course he probably would have just walked up to such a person and hugged them. but i got him to sign my book and i talked to him so that was sweet, expecially since patch adams used to be one of my favorite movies.
the second person i met was ron livingston, aka peter from office space and one of sarah jessica parker's boyrfiends on sex and the city. he was here for this conference on child trafficking and exploitation (aka prostitution) because he is in a movie showcasing this issue. the people putting the movie out also decided to make a documentary about it and then also a documentary about making the movie. i am really considering getting involved with this whole thing... i mean, it's not a big step from amnesty.
anyway, as i was leaving dukes before the conference dealie because i had forgotten my cell phone and blah blah blah, i had a conversation that went something like this:
amanda: huh, i wonder why all those people are dressed up.
Me: what people.... *hit amanda very hard in the arm* HOLY SHIT, IT'S RON LIVINGSTON!
amanda: ow. what?
me: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT... the guy from office space! you've seen it, haven't you???
amanda: yes. please stop staring, you look crazy standing there staring at him while clutching that banana.
me: i wanted to finish it! OMG IT'S RON LIVINGSTOOOON!!!
amanda: you have to get your cell phone, remember?
me: DAMMIT! AHHHHH *run back to the dorm*
after i got over my spaz attack and went to amnesty and calmed down a bit, i went to the conference and it was really awesome hearing all these hollywood types actually giving a shit about something that matters. afterwards, i talked to the head of the whole deal who's from isreal and a really awesome guy and then i talked to ron and got his autograph. i'm really proud of myself because i didn't collapse into a useless fangirlish puddle but was actually intelligent. i told him that it was really cool to see someone from hollywood who actually cares and he was all like "oh, i'm just an actor, it's the least i can do" and i was like "aaaaaaaah, let me have your children" (only that was in my head, luckily... he was quite attractive though). then he was like "oh, i don't have a pen!" because all these people had come to him for an autograph and i was like "you can keep miiiiiine"... so RON LIVINGSTON HAS MY PEN. one of the best moments of my life.
anyway, the whole experience coupled with my growing participation in amnesty has led me to really to consider majoring in justice studies focusing in global justice issues so i could fight for human rights and such as my JOB. true, i will never make money and never have a life, but i would be doing something that i could be passionate about and not feel trapped. i think it may be the answer.... dr. cohen (our professor guy for amnesty) is the head of that department i think, so i could be like "sup cohen? wanna HOOK ME UUUUP?" he already thinks i am a goof... so i couldn't really mess it up.
so that's exciting.
so onto the ole stomach. i went to a gastro-hoobity-ha doctor (all i know is that it has "gastro" in the title) and he is pretty sure that i have... irritable bowel syndrome. which is the worst sounding syndrome ever, in my opinion. i also have something akin to acid reflux, so i get to take LOTS of medicine again. yay. he's not sure if i have any ulcers, but we're going to see how the regiment of taking the medicine goes and then, if it doesn't work, i'll have to get both an endoscopy and a colonoscopy. yay. let's keep our fingers crossed i don't... but i'm just glad he wasn't like "HOLY SHIT, YOU HAVE STOMACH CANCER!" i'm fine with IBS and ulcers as long as i'm not dying.
and now, on to the REALLY exciting news. I AM GOING TO FRANCE FOR 8 DAYS IN MAAAAY!! yes, exciting doesn't even describe it. i'm already nervous about flying, which is stupid but i can't help it and i'm worried about my absolute ignorance of the french language. like... i can't pronounce anything. i sound like i am a two-year old with several severe learning disabilities. but whatever.
SHIT I WANT TO DO EN FRANCE:
~see victor hugo's house/burial place
~run around the bastille
~make friends with some old french people
~go to the palace of versailles and run around yelling about louis XIV
~see where oscar wilde died
~go to the eiffel tower and possibly record some sort of movie there (i am bringing my camera... bwahaha)
~be an art whore at the louvre and the d'orsay (an impressionist museum with van gogh and monet and renoir... aaah, i am peeing myself just thinking about it) and possibly go to the salvador dali museum place because he was one crazy mofo and it would be funny
~go to the moulin rouge and yell about how much i hated the movie
~sing les miz so much that all the french will kill me
~find all the places napoleon went to and be a history whore
~do the same with all the cathedrals
~run around notre dame and sing that pretty song the gypsy sings in that movie while standing in front of a stained glass window
~eat a baget and a crossiant and cackle about it
~see napoleon's tomb
~find somewhere where robespierre chilled and document it
~go shopping/discotequing
~butcher the french language beyond any repair until the french flee before me so they don't have to hear their language tortured mercilessly
well, we can hope kirsten can assist me in not having the french kill me. kirsten and i are now not only wingmen, we are travel buddies! bwahaha. we shall own france with an iron fist. all while pretending to be canadian. so yeah, if anyone has any suggestions of other places to go and the like, please, share. hopefully kirsten won't leave me because i know about 6 phrases in french... such as "where is the library?" "I don't know." "Where is Paris?" "Were is toilet?" "Do you speak english?" "Shit!"... i don't really think the last one counts, since it's really just a word. but yeah, i am seriously screwed if she decides to leave me.
well, i am going to do spanish work and try to stay awake. aur voir mon amis. wow, i suck at this language...
*DISCLAIMER: i don't actually have a tumor or think brain cancer is funny. unless dick cheney has it. and sorry for how disjointed this entry is... i can't really read right now or write. so if any of these setences make sense, i will be happy.
as far as the famous people go, i met patch adams... who was a completely crazy hippie man yet was very nice and said that bush was worse than hitler. which made me laugh. and i was completely shocked when no one stood up and screamed "BLASPHEMY!" or anything. of course he probably would have just walked up to such a person and hugged them. but i got him to sign my book and i talked to him so that was sweet, expecially since patch adams used to be one of my favorite movies.
the second person i met was ron livingston, aka peter from office space and one of sarah jessica parker's boyrfiends on sex and the city. he was here for this conference on child trafficking and exploitation (aka prostitution) because he is in a movie showcasing this issue. the people putting the movie out also decided to make a documentary about it and then also a documentary about making the movie. i am really considering getting involved with this whole thing... i mean, it's not a big step from amnesty.
anyway, as i was leaving dukes before the conference dealie because i had forgotten my cell phone and blah blah blah, i had a conversation that went something like this:
amanda: huh, i wonder why all those people are dressed up.
Me: what people.... *hit amanda very hard in the arm* HOLY SHIT, IT'S RON LIVINGSTON!
amanda: ow. what?
me: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT... the guy from office space! you've seen it, haven't you???
amanda: yes. please stop staring, you look crazy standing there staring at him while clutching that banana.
me: i wanted to finish it! OMG IT'S RON LIVINGSTOOOON!!!
amanda: you have to get your cell phone, remember?
me: DAMMIT! AHHHHH *run back to the dorm*
after i got over my spaz attack and went to amnesty and calmed down a bit, i went to the conference and it was really awesome hearing all these hollywood types actually giving a shit about something that matters. afterwards, i talked to the head of the whole deal who's from isreal and a really awesome guy and then i talked to ron and got his autograph. i'm really proud of myself because i didn't collapse into a useless fangirlish puddle but was actually intelligent. i told him that it was really cool to see someone from hollywood who actually cares and he was all like "oh, i'm just an actor, it's the least i can do" and i was like "aaaaaaaah, let me have your children" (only that was in my head, luckily... he was quite attractive though). then he was like "oh, i don't have a pen!" because all these people had come to him for an autograph and i was like "you can keep miiiiiine"... so RON LIVINGSTON HAS MY PEN. one of the best moments of my life.
anyway, the whole experience coupled with my growing participation in amnesty has led me to really to consider majoring in justice studies focusing in global justice issues so i could fight for human rights and such as my JOB. true, i will never make money and never have a life, but i would be doing something that i could be passionate about and not feel trapped. i think it may be the answer.... dr. cohen (our professor guy for amnesty) is the head of that department i think, so i could be like "sup cohen? wanna HOOK ME UUUUP?" he already thinks i am a goof... so i couldn't really mess it up.
so that's exciting.
so onto the ole stomach. i went to a gastro-hoobity-ha doctor (all i know is that it has "gastro" in the title) and he is pretty sure that i have... irritable bowel syndrome. which is the worst sounding syndrome ever, in my opinion. i also have something akin to acid reflux, so i get to take LOTS of medicine again. yay. he's not sure if i have any ulcers, but we're going to see how the regiment of taking the medicine goes and then, if it doesn't work, i'll have to get both an endoscopy and a colonoscopy. yay. let's keep our fingers crossed i don't... but i'm just glad he wasn't like "HOLY SHIT, YOU HAVE STOMACH CANCER!" i'm fine with IBS and ulcers as long as i'm not dying.
and now, on to the REALLY exciting news. I AM GOING TO FRANCE FOR 8 DAYS IN MAAAAY!! yes, exciting doesn't even describe it. i'm already nervous about flying, which is stupid but i can't help it and i'm worried about my absolute ignorance of the french language. like... i can't pronounce anything. i sound like i am a two-year old with several severe learning disabilities. but whatever.
SHIT I WANT TO DO EN FRANCE:
~see victor hugo's house/burial place
~run around the bastille
~make friends with some old french people
~go to the palace of versailles and run around yelling about louis XIV
~see where oscar wilde died
~go to the eiffel tower and possibly record some sort of movie there (i am bringing my camera... bwahaha)
~be an art whore at the louvre and the d'orsay (an impressionist museum with van gogh and monet and renoir... aaah, i am peeing myself just thinking about it) and possibly go to the salvador dali museum place because he was one crazy mofo and it would be funny
~go to the moulin rouge and yell about how much i hated the movie
~sing les miz so much that all the french will kill me
~find all the places napoleon went to and be a history whore
~do the same with all the cathedrals
~run around notre dame and sing that pretty song the gypsy sings in that movie while standing in front of a stained glass window
~eat a baget and a crossiant and cackle about it
~see napoleon's tomb
~find somewhere where robespierre chilled and document it
~go shopping/discotequing
~butcher the french language beyond any repair until the french flee before me so they don't have to hear their language tortured mercilessly
well, we can hope kirsten can assist me in not having the french kill me. kirsten and i are now not only wingmen, we are travel buddies! bwahaha. we shall own france with an iron fist. all while pretending to be canadian. so yeah, if anyone has any suggestions of other places to go and the like, please, share. hopefully kirsten won't leave me because i know about 6 phrases in french... such as "where is the library?" "I don't know." "Where is Paris?" "Were is toilet?" "Do you speak english?" "Shit!"... i don't really think the last one counts, since it's really just a word. but yeah, i am seriously screwed if she decides to leave me.
well, i am going to do spanish work and try to stay awake. aur voir mon amis. wow, i suck at this language...
*DISCLAIMER: i don't actually have a tumor or think brain cancer is funny. unless dick cheney has it. and sorry for how disjointed this entry is... i can't really read right now or write. so if any of these setences make sense, i will be happy.