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Name: Elizabeth A. Terry
Birthday: 11/27/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Swimming in the rain. Dancing so quick I dance the dance away. Screaming at the top of my lungs. Being stupidly introspective. Cutting and pasting at the wrong times... so kick me.
Expertise: Not knowing what to do and winging it.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  almostfamousuncg
Member Since:
4/5/2004
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| Currently Listening to "Undo" by Bjork via Pandora Lately, I've been trying to figure out how I can get back to being balanced since I've been struggling with the idea and activity because of mono for the last month. It has been a crazy month and I can't believe I've made it. I started reading last night for the first time in a month for pleasure and it was genuinely enjoyable. I ended up picking Hip:A History which has been on and off my bookshelf for the last oh, four years. After being extremely type A for the last few months, I have realized I've lost the person I use to be and just become a corporate whore. Produce, work, buy, produce, work, buy has been the cycle with occasional sleep which I'm in college and as it comes to a closure soon I realize that maybe I've squandered it. My narratives in college weren't as vivacious as they could have been because I was too square playing it the scared chickenshit that I am. It's currently drizzling rain as I'm watching it fall and it reminds me of when I was in high school as a Sophomore and I would drift in the same way. Contemplating things in a nihilistic fashion from a window of my bedrooom contemplating life, humanity, and adulthood. It's funny even after being brainwashed in Christian school and going onward to public university I have reverted back to the girl I use to be. Quiet and contemplative all while the creative girl who wants to make her own clothes and loves cussing. | | |
| Currently listening to Shane snore It's 2:47 AM and I've had too much coffee today and I dozed off when I was going to stay up late for an hour power nap. I forgot about my mother's birthday today and my father called to tell me to call and tell her happy 48th. Which of course I did and had to rush and order her a present online. The last few days have been pretty hectic with my first exam of the semester a few hours ago in my Anthropology lab and my Soc 227 class on Friday having an exam. I do realize that I should be studying right now, but I'm not. At least I'm not wasting my life sleeping which I can always get back later. Man, this semester is pretty killer since I'm taking 16 hours with a 3 hour lab. Instead of reading my anthropology text for my regular Anthropology exam in a week I've been researching social psychologists and trying to figure out life. I've been reading up on Ben Agger which is a professor out of Texas and writes on poster modernity from a Marxist perspective and Eric Fromm which was a great sociologist/psychologist that intertwined both the works of Freud and Marx. Fromm argues that there are 3 different reasons for fleeing freedom: 1. Authoritarian: being authoritarian and having control or playing out the roles of being in charge 2. Destructiveness: This is where you destroy, break, and be deviant in an efforts to find meaning. Ultimately suicide would be the extreme example. 3. Automaton conformity: the social cameleon in which you conform in efforts to not really have any control... you adapt to present situations. Fromm also talks about family and the two types: 1. Symbiotic- parent swallows child: you become everything your parents want you to become and have no thoughts of your own or aspirations of your own; child swallows parents: in which the parent lives just to please the child 2. Withdrawing- the childrearing is either so oriented torwards rules or the parents befriend children and the children are forced to socialize themselves through the media | | |
| Currently listening to silence that has followed what should be WUAG 103.1 on my radio.
I'm lying in bed and typing away on my laptop and I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. The moment is not that of having tonsillitis about 2-3 weeks ago or the fact that I'm sick again because my wonderful fiance, Shane has infected me again. No it's that I love him with all of my heart and I know that as he holds me at night I have the first feelings of truly feeling safe and secure. That I miss him when he's gone to take a smoke break in between studying and a meal. That he kisses my forehead and tells me he loves me and for the first time I can look in this man's eyes and I know that I love him and that I'm complete.
Things I need to get accomplished:
Reading for Global Deviance, Soc 302, and Social Psychology
I'm also thinking about social work and going for my master's degree at A&T and UNCG.
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| Currently listening to "Viva Forever" by the Spice Girls.
Love is a very strange thing and I can't believe how twitterpattered I and all my friends are. We were all incredibly single last semester and it seems how the tables have turned in our favor. For me that would be several men or at least last week. Now I'm a rock solid one man kind of girl and I'm so incredibly commited to this amazingly sweet man. I have never loved anyone the way that I love Shane!
Last week for Morals Week, the College Republicans had to host our functions every day on the library lawn which was pretty fun. To say the least I had a wild wild week and I was probably the least moral than I had ever been. I got tipsy on Monday and by Thursday I was drunk for the first time which I never ever really do. Since everything that had occured the week before I didn't regret it and most of my guy friends thought it was pretty "hawt." I had several guys tell me of their affection for me and by the end of the week I had to get rid of my list of 5. I've never been a pimp but when all these guys want you all at once in about of a span of a week and a half you do have to wonder. It's amazing how things can totally change... I'm dating my best friend and we are so amazing together. We are so cute and he understands me in such a multidimensional way that I never thought someone could. We've been friends for two years and I'd say best friends for the last year of the two and I've always loved him. Out of all the guys that I could have potentially dated I know that he is the best for me... we are so alike and we finish each others sentences and like the same foods and laugh at the same jokes. We are so quirky and stupid and man, have I never been kissed the way that Shane kisses me. ;)
I say the cutesy and most endearing things and so does he and I can't believe that our love has blossomed out of our amazing friendship. Shane and I have never fought or argued or gotten way out of line before, but we have always been so great together. When I was hesitant to date him the other night and I told him about my guy issues he said, "We're already great together... things can only get better." At times I feel like I'm so unworthy of his love and the way that he loves me and yet, I love him in the same reciprocated fashion and I'm just so amazed.
So, if you get a little confused we are that incredibly happy brown biracial couple!
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| Currently listening to Nina Simone's "See Line Woman"
Yesterday was great in that I had a few classes French and my history class which was on race and segregation. I ended up hanging out a little with my best friend Jamie in that we went to Olive Garden because I wanted to throw a little money around. I got some wine while I was there and to say the least I was tipsy pretty much for the next few hours. I even later went down to the convenience mart to get some more wine just to be super suave.
I think that it's really funny how thing later turned out. The next four hours were pretty funny. I hit on this guy that I usually talk to on AIM and I know he totally wanted to get into my pants. We ended up hanging out for a few hours and we were flirting. We went to the library stacks and just talked and I knew he wanted to make out, but I just didn't know if we should. Both our roommates were in our rooms so we pretty much had to bide our time. He walked me home and then we sat outside my front door and just talked. We talked for about 15 minutes and were so glad that we didn't do anything and that we were "responsible adults." My roommate finally woke up during that 15 minutes and ended up leaving for a few hours from her nap so we went into my room and turned out he lights. Then we made out for a few minutes and I learned the lesson that I really can't do things without the emotional attachment. It was pointless, meaningless, and awkward, but I guess I knew that, but I had to learn the lesson right in front of me.
So I guess yours truly has been a little bad lately...
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