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Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST, MOST AMUSING, OR STRANGE definition it gives you.

1. Your name: An extremely attractive girl whos flirty personality and curvacious figure will keep you coming back for more. She's typically a brunette but occasionally acts blonde. She enjoys long relationships and has many close guy friends. Often mistaken for a "slut" but really isn't. She can also be a super bitch if you get onto her bad side.
"dude, i want to hang out with that girl, shes such an Amber"

2. Your age: The age at which one is finally considered human.

3. One of your friends: The name for the most awesome person ever, It is impossible to fit so much awesome into any other person.

4. What you should be doing: a term used in reference to doing school work. it also ends in the word dying, and slowly leads to it.

5. Your favorite color: Extremely potent marijuana, specifically marijuana buds that have a purple hue to them. Also accompanied by a fragant, usually fruity smell and mad perma-grin.

6. Your birthplace: The godforsaken Sunshine State renowned for weather and beaches. Florida is noteworthy for having no discernible season changes. Well-known for its subpar education system, Florida is home to Florida State University, a party school known for its football team and its acceptance of anyone who has a pulse and can spell his or her own name correctly. The population here is an amalgam of inhabitants from elsewhere; if you wish to find a retired New Yorker, go to any one of Boca Raton's 5,000 retirement communities; if you want to find a Latino/Hispanic/person whose first language is Spanish, turn around. Florida is a geographic anomaly in that the farther north you travel, the more Southern it seems (and sounds like), and the farther south you go, the more it seems like Cuba (as evidenced by the Little Havana area of Miami). Still, Florida, as a whole, is without an easily recognizable dialect. All place names here are either of Spanish (Punta Gorda, Boca Ciega) or Native American (Tallahassee, Econolockhatchee River) origin, or contain the word "orange" in them. Florida decor has inexplicably come to mean "a seafoam green and pink couch with a watercolor pelican painting." Floridians are not known for good taste; also missing are driving skills, especially in the frequent rain, and voting know-how.
-"Florida's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here."
-"Bah! Go back to New York, you snowbird."

7. Last person you talked to: a beautiful unique girl who is incredibly fun and wise.
loud and has a lot of spunk.
girls wanna be her, guys wanna have her.
often immitated, but never replaced.
an honest and loving person who isnt afraid to speak the truth.

8. The last thing you drank: A drug stereotypically popular in England. Comes from India or China. Sold in brightly coloured boxes advertising its healthy properties. Highly addictive. Massive advertising campaigns on TV and billboards.
Responsible for the Britiah Empire, but superceded by coffee in the American Empire, due to coffee's more intense hit. Universally drunk by English people.
The best way to drink it is in a mug, with milk and two sugars. Some people only have one, but that's just being in denial. Two sugars or none, that's my motto. Or even worse, one and a half. Come on, who are you fooling? Some people get really kinky and drink it BLACK. NO milk, NO sugar, NO hope. No way. Simply Wrong.

I would recommend undertaking tea addiction. Luckily it is available at every corner store, at very reasonable prices. You may have seen adverts on TV, e.g. "Yorkshire Tea.. the way tea USED to be." Yeah, back in the days before the evil American Empire. When it was the British Empire instead.Tea is one of the best things ever, I love it. I'm drinking it now.
"Put the kettle on!"
"How many sugars?"
"How do you take it?" (smirk)
"Don't drink that stuff, it's addictive." - actually, nobody ever says that.

9. Your nickname: A sweet, self proclaimed "loner" who has no problem telling just what she thinks of your pathetic self. A great friend to have or an awful enemy.
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So. I'm still in Ohio. It's not as bad as I'm sure you all think it is, lol. I have enjoyed slowing down and breathing clean air. Last night I was sitting on the porch talking to my Mom and the yard was full of fireflies. It was seriously beautiful. And driving back from Leesburg yesterday through cornfields with the sun setting also took my breath away. Boring? Absolutely. But after the hell of last semester, I'm still enjoying the boring. I would stay in the country forever if it weren't for the people here. Minus a select group I just cannot stand the attitude. Working at Wendy's is complete hell. I was listening to them talk about politics and wanted to punch them in the face. They are so ill-informed, one girl was seriously just making shit up. Plus I have bruises all over my arms because I'm a sissy and can't lift the fryers. It's almost not worth it, they only gave me 7.5 hours for this week and I'm leaving here on Aug. 13th for Florida. I'm going to Disney World with my family before I go back to Boston for school. Yay!

My sister flew up here from Florida for her 16th birthday which meant that my weekend was basically spent with her and my brother and sister-in-law. I miss my siblings, I do, but after about an hour, I'm over it. My brother and sister and I went out to lunch on Saturday and on the ride there, my brother (Ryan) and I were talking about future plans and what not. I told him about grad school and the Peace Corp (which he later called a Mission without a mission) and he told me about his job and then plans for kids...I told him I didn't know if I ever would have time for kids because by the time I'm ready, I'll be too old. He called me selfish! Isn't having kids when you don't have the time/desire to have kids more selfish? Then he honestly said, "Well don't you think that that's your purpose in life? To find a husband and have a family?" FUCK NO! I think by becoming a teacher and getting my Master's in International Education Development, I'll be helping a hell of a lot more kids then by being barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen for the rest of my life. UGH. I told my aunt about this and she said that at Christmas time he told her that his biggest fear is that I'll never get married and have a family...I wonder if he would think that way if he knew I was planning to raise my kids pagan, lol. The thing that pisses me off, is that now it's bothering me. It's not like I don't want a family. Ugh, anyway. The kid is fucked up and needs to worry about himself, he can have all the fucking kids he wants.

I miss Boston. I guess more the people than the city, even though I will enjoy being able to take the T anywhere (but not the expensive beer and liquor, honestly, I know why so many Midwesterners are alcoholics, there's nothing else to do and it is so CHEAP here). I really wish I had been at the Batman party instead of my sister's 16th, trying to be extra nice to my sister-in-law. Thanks for the phone call though it helped me keep my sanity! I can't wait to see you all!

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89% Mike Gravel
88% Dennis Kucinich
85% Barack Obama
84% John Edwards
83% Hillary Clinton
82% Joe Biden
82% Chris Dodd
74% Bill Richardson
43% Rudy Giuliani
26% Ron Paul
26% John McCain
23% Tom Tancredo
21% Mitt Romney
19% Mike Huckabee
9% Fred Thompson

2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz

Current Location: Florida
Current Mood: crappy crappy

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From What Privileges Do You Have?, based on an exercise about class and privilege developed by Will Barratt, Meagan Cahill, Angie Carlen, Minnette Huck, Drew Lurker, Stacy Ploskonka at Illinois State University. If you participate in this blog game, they ask that you PLEASE acknowledge their copyright. Bold what applies etc.

Stolen from many people.

Father went to college
Father finished college
Mother went to college
Mother finished college
Have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor
Had more than 50 books in your childhood home
Had more than 500 books in your childhood home
Were read children's books by a parent
Had lessons of any kind before you turned 18
Had more than two kinds of lessons before you turned 18
The people in the media who dress and talk like me are portrayed positively (or at least how I dress and talk now, and my family is a different story...)
Had a credit card with your name on it before you turned 18
Your parents (or a trust) paid for the majority of your college costs
Went to summer camp
Had a private tutor before you turned 18
Family vacations involved staying at hotels.
Your clothing was all bought new before you turned 18
Your parents bought you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them
There was original art in your house when you were a child
Had a phone in your room before you turned 18
You and your family lived in a single family house
Your parent(s) owned their own house or apartment before you left home
You had your own room as a child
Participated in an SAT/ACT prep course
Had your own TV in your room in High School
Owned a mutual fund or IRA in High School or College
Flew anywhere on a commercial airline before you turned 16
Went on a cruise with your family
Went on more than one cruise with your family
Your parents took you to museums and art galleries as you grew up
You were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family
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Put your player on shuffle and post two lines from the first 25 songs to play, no matter how embarrassing. Then let your friends identify them - no googling allowed!

1. Upon arriving to the melting pot
I get penciled in as a god damn white

2. I hate my life I hate my friends
and nothing right will come in the end

3.The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.

4.Why must I think of this until I find
Peace and quiet in the clouding of my mind

5. You show your pain like it really hurts
And I cant even start to feel mine

6. Something seems to change
When I know you’re by my side

7. You were just a toy
I am just insane

8.And told me never think twice
"you can't second guess how to live your life"

9.I wonder how you sleep
I wonder what you think - of me

10.Not for lack of a gentle mother
I do lack a mental cover

11.It feels so right now, hold me tight,
Tell me I'm the only one,

12.Those freaks was right when they said you was dead
The one mistake you made was in your head

13. These days go by like trucks and trains
Some hit so hard you barely feel a thing

14. I can't even think of words to match the way I'm feeling
I don't even think a book could say enough for you

15.Saw my face this morning, woke up to late again
Mirror shows me more than i can stand so i turn away

I'm too lazy for this shit, so I'm only doing 15.
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So, I'm writing a paper on ritual and sincerity. If some of my pagan pals could fill this out, I would greatly appreciate it. I know it's kind of long, but it would help immensely.
If you have any questions feel free to ask and you can either post your answers here or e-mail them to me at adame@bu.edu Gracias!!


1. Would you consider yourself more eclectic or more traditional? (My paper is comparing Eclectic Wicca and British Traditional Wicca.)
2. When you are in circle, do you consider yourself sincere?
3. Are there times in ritual that you feel more or less sincere? (For example, do you feel more sincere when you are casting or calling elements than you do when you are chanting for the working?)
4. How do you know if the other people in circle are sincere or not? Does it matter?
5. In relation to other religions, would you say that Wiccans are more or less sincere during ritual?
6. Do you feel more sincere during formal circles or informal circles?
7. Professor Seligman writes, “Sincerity morally privileges intent over action.” Do you agree with this? If so, what part do ritual actions play for you? Is the action of ritual necessary?
8. Compare you experiences of circles that have been memorized or repeated and circles that are new.

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I'm pretty psyched that my actual career choice (ESL teacher)is on here at all...so what it's ranked lower than the funeral director...it's still on there.

1.Career Counselor

2.Child and Youth Worker

3.Special Education Teacher

4.High School Teacher

5.Elementary School Teacher

6.Probation / Parole Officer

7.Teacher Assistant

8.Art / Music Therapist

9.Social Worker

10.Adoption Counselor

11.Funeral Director

12.Early Childhood Educator

13.Addictions Counselor


15.Set Designer

16.Costume Designer


18.Occupational Therapist

19.Music Teacher / Instructor

20.Sport Psychology Consultant


22.Speech-Language Pathologist

23.Recreation Therapist

24.Rehabilitation Counselor

25.ESL Teacher

26.Foreign Language Instructor

27.Special Effects Technician



30.Computer Trainer

31.Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator




35.Tour Guide

36.Fashion Designer

37.Dental Assistant

38.Public Health Nurse

39.Mental Health Nurse


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1. What are your favorite pair of shoes?

2. What's your favorite word in spanish and what does it translate to?

3. Where do you want to settle down after you get your degree?

4. What's your favorite sport?

5. What's your biggest pet peeve?

1. My favorite pair of shoes are my sandals. They're comfy and match most things...so what if they smell a little b/c of wearing them in the rain, lol.

2. My favorite Spanish word is "esperanza." It means "hope." I love how it sounds and I think I want it to be my first daughters middle name.

3. I. Have. No. Idea. I love Boston but it's so damn expensive. I will probably go back to Florida, maybe on the East coast somewhere, but who knows maybe somewhere completely random.

4. I'm not a sports person. I think the players are over paid and the games are boring. That being said, if I had to pick, soccer. My sister played for a long time so I know most of the rules which helps...and most of the players are hot which also helps.

5. My biggest pet peeve is immaturity (with hypocrites coming in a close second). I'm all for acting silly once in while, but I didn't like middle school when I was in middle school, I surely don't want to deal with that drama now.

Current Location: Braintree
Current Mood: cheerful cheerful
Current Music: Janis Joplin

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Ok. So today I went with my grandma and aunt to my great-grandma's condo to start packing it to sell. We were going through a box full of paint when we run across a brown paper bag. We open it. It's vodka (no one confesses to knowing how it got there...). My grandma looks at me and says,
"We need orange juice, wanna drink with me tonight?"
I don't think I can get more awesome grandparents than I have.

It's storming here and I love it. Florida storms are the best, plenty of crashing thunder and blinding lightning. It downpours and then tapers to a nice solid shower--still with plenty of thunder.

P.S. Alex, you can stop bitching. I got my phone charger.

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Today I taught by myself which was unexpected. The Form 4 class went ok, but the Form 1 class just did not want to answer any of my questions—and again when they did answer it was the same three or four students. I never realized how helpful handouts and such were. I mean these kids cannot even take notes because of lack of paper. They completely rely on your lecturing and it’s nearly impossible to write everything on the board in 35 minutes. I myself find that I wish I had my computer here so that I could organize my thoughts. I marked Form 2 compositions and I have so much more of an appreciation for my Spanish teachers. It was so hard to sit and keep correcting their papers! It’s funny though the same mistakes they are making in English I made/make in Spanish.
In the compositions and through conversation I have come to realize how important Christianity is here. It seems so unnatural that a place so reliant on nature and therefore the Mother can connect with the Christian God. While they do seem to be much more sincere than American Christians there is a definite sense that people who do not go to church are bad. There is not idea of a “moral atheist” as it were. Which, while I of course do not believe that for a second, I understand, or at least I am trying to, why they do. It is so hard to look at things without an American bias. I complain about America all the time, but at least I have the right to complain. It hurts me when people embrace a negative stereotype, but at least I feel comfortable enough to be open about my beliefs and educate others. Here, I don’t feel like I have the right. I’m not here to question them or to challenge their beliefs. Just makes me think. I am not saying that the Amerian way is better, just that it is different and that it’s hard to think differently.
A stomach bug is going around—I hope that I don’t get it. I’ve already been sneezing a lot. It’s hard because the temperature varies so much. It is cold in the morning and HOT in the afternoon. All the teachers are cold in the school, but I’m comfortable. Today they were fasting during break I’m not sure why—I didn’t want to ask because it might be religious and I didn’t want to join. The books haven’t come and the teachers are asking about them which makes me feel awkward and terrible and embarrassed.
(This is heavily censored in order to not hurt any feelings. I hope my anger is still portrayed.)
I am so angry I could scream, but instead I’m fucking crying like always. I just called Mom. I am so embarrassed I can’t even go downstairs!...None of the books have been shipped. I understand she can’t spend her rent money, but she told me before I left that one box had already been shipped! And I told those poor kids and teachers. I am so embarrassed. It’s just so frustrating and I am so incredibly angry and sad.


I really hope that the English teacher comes today. I would also like the headmistress to come even though the thought makes me nervous. I would really like to have my job defined preferably to just do Form 4. Also, I wish I could only come for the Form 4 class and leave when it’s over, but I know that’s not feasible. I wouldn’t mind staying if I had my books—I could be doing something with them, but it’s hard for me to grade compositions with no guidelines. I don’t want to give them worse grades than they already get. The other teachers seem to have no faith in the students. They say they are stupid and rude. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been here long and can’t understand what they’re saying in Shona, but I just don’t see that. From what I’ve read that they’ve written, they really want to be good—or at least admire others who are. They admire the kids who do their school work and who read for fun. It makes me want to cry when I think about how much they needed those books—fun books they could have enjoyed reading.
Well, another day down. Luckily the English teacher came today, though I don’t know if she went to a single class. She said something about them not having money that the teachers had been promised. She said that it was so demoralizing and that it was the students who suffer because the teachers just don’t show up for work. Two of the four female teachers didn’t come today. The headmistress did finally come but I don’t know what she did all day. I taught the Form 4 and marked compositions all day. The compositions are very revealing. The topic was “Qualities I would consider in someone I would marry.” Honesty is so important in a culture that has to consider HIV/AIDS. Especially to the girls. You really have to trust anyone you are going to be with, honesty is life or death.


Today was a really good day. All the teachers were there, the kids didn’t have to wear uniforms and two girls (Linda and Moudy) actually talked to me during their break. It was great to actually to talk to some of the students. They wanted to know about America and airplanes (They had never seen an airplane, let alone flown in one, so they were fascinated and shocked that it took 17 hours to get here) and my “culture.” It’s weird to think about my own culture, especially since I don’t actually associate with American popular culture. Not that I can entirely avoid pop culture I’m certain that it influences me in some way. I just don’t want to represent it, nor do I feel that I do. The girls were so nice to me even though I’m sure that the other English teacher told them to come to talk to me. They are very intelligent girls and I can’t wait to get to know them better. Once again, church came up. They asked me if I got to church and I wanted to say I am at church. Sitting outside in the warm sun with the breeze in my hair, appreciating the sturdy Earth below me, that’s when I’m in church. Nature is my church. Unfortunately, we talked straight through class, but I’m pretty sure Friday is basically a free day…which is barely different from any other day.
The English teacher took a picture of me on her phone so now I won’t feel as awkward bringing my camera. The girls want to take a picture too, and they want me to send them a letter from America. It’s exciting to start making connections and friends. There is so much to write, but I am too tired. This is one of the first nights I’ve stayed up past nine…, which may not seem late, but when you get up at 4 it’s very late. I had fun though and I’ll write about it tomorrow or Sunday when I get back from Nyanga and the wedding. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to write about them and hopefully it will be in the day or when there is electricity.


I have so much to write about I don’t know where to start. I guess I’ll start with the Friday night graduation party. It was for a friend of Rev. DeWolf’s daughter. She was graduating from Africa U. First, and this is going to sound ridiculous, but I was ecstatic to be able to drink an ice cold Coke. Sure anything icy and cold would have done, but the Coke was nice. The house was beautiful and the food was delicious. The electricity was out for the first part of the night, but when it came on there was music and dancing, which I somehow got conned into (I’m not going to forgive Tanya for that anytime soon.) Ruwa, the 11 year old girl who stays with the DeWolfs went dancing with me which was fun. She’s a really cute girl and funny, definitely like a little sister. It was slightly awkward because I felt lame being with the young kids/parents group when I would have liked to have been in the college kid group. Then on Saturday morning, we left for Nyanga and Mai Ruwa’s cousins wedding. The ride was absolutely breathtaking. The mountains are gorgeous. I took a couple pictures, but I hope we go back so I can take more. We picked up Mai Ruwa’s sister on the way up. Mr. DeWolf, Garth, and Ruwa were going camping so they dropped us off near where we needed to go and we paid for a life from there. The lifts here are crazy. The drivers pack about 16 people into the back of a pick-up truck. Luckily, they put mein the gront seat where there are only three people including the driver. Of course, the other guy wanted to talk. He was 16 and said, “aren’t you scared of our black skin?” I was slightly taken aback by his bluntness, but of course said “no.” It made me sad that he would even think that. When he found out I was from the States he wanted to exchange addresses. I guess for pen pals or something. He showed me pics of his family and wanted to know everything about me…including if I had a boyfriend—who I quickly make up. Then when we were let out, we walked a few miles to the house of the aunt of the girl who was getting married. The father’s oldest sister is the one in charge of making sure everything goes well with the marriage. She has to approve the man and she helps decide the bride price. Once she approves of the man, she acts as the go-between, between the two families. While we were waiting for the groom’s family to arrive at the aunt’s house (after which we would walk to the bride’s family’s house, where the aunt presents the groom and the bride price is discussed) we ate and talked with Mai Ruwa’s family. Her brother-in-law explained some of the customs to me. One of which is the family totem. Each clan belongs to a different totem animal that animal is sacred for them and must never be harmed or there will be bad luck for that person. Totems also prevent inter-marriage because you cannot marry anyone of the same totem. Tanya joked that I needed a husband and of course, they picked the oldest, weirdest man, Stephen, for me and teased me about it for the rest of the night and today. He also talked about herbalism and how that tradition is passed down which of course, witch that I am, was super interesting. I had to eat goat…and I tried, I honestly did, but after that first meal I had to give all my meat to Tanya. I just could not do it. I even gagged the first time, but luckily I don’t think anyone noticed. Ugh, even thinking about it is making me nauseous. When the Groom’s family finally arrived (late, the Aunt was not pleased) we walked to the Bride’s house and there were hundreds of introductions and a lot of laughing and greeting. Then it was time to talk about the bride price which is what the Groom’s family pays to the bride’s family to show that they will be able to take care of her. We sat in on the ceremony/ritual and it was amazing. I felt like I was part of something so incredibly ancient. Everyone was crowded into the room (so uncomfortable for about three hours.) The family of the girl set a trap for the boy’s family. The put their blanket where they were supposed to sit and according to their customs only family can sit on the blanket. Luckily, they didn’t fall for it.
Next, the Grooms family had to pay just to talk to the Bride’s family, but they forgot to greet them first so they had to pay more. Then they had to say with whom they wanted to sit with. They said the girl’s name (Comfort) and her family brought her in and asked her if she knew/liked/wanted to “sit” with these people. She did and then she left the room again. The family then paid more money for their son to be allowed sleep with the other family’s daughter. Then more money and more money—back and forth, 20 million to marry her on top of everything else. Then they had to get groceries to prove they could provide for her and also give cattle, goats, and chickens. To put things in perspective, Rev. DeWolf makes about 2 million a month as a college professor. 20+ million is no paltry sum. After the discussion, it was time for more food.

This is getting long, so I’m going to split it up.
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