| GYLC Session 5 |
[05 Aug 2006|06:47pm] |
For the past two weeks I was at the Global Young Leaders Conference in Washington, DC and New York City. The conference surpassed my already high expectations. I was a representative of France at our UN-like-simulations, along with 22 other amazing people. Everywhere we went we yelled "On t'aime" and "Omelette du fromage". We had a great Faculty Advisor by the name of Karine. I saw a lot of both cities, along with a little bit of Philadelphia. It was an amazing experience, and I met a lot of people from all over the world.
( HECKA KIXY )
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| Kathleen is in... |
[31 Jul 2006|06:04pm] |
NYC!
I really love it here despite the shitty living situation. However, compared to the Sheraton we were staying at in DC, the food here is heaven. Seriously, amazing. And living at Manhattan College is pretty cool.
I love my group. We represent France, and we all get along very well. We have an amazing amount of diversity---kids from the UK, China, Canada, the States...you name it, we pretty much got it.
I've been to the State Dept, all the DC memorials, museums (including MoMA today!). I've been to a broadway show and met the Naked Cowboy in Times Square.
I really love it here, and I don't want to leave, although I do miss my friends. Text me whenever.
I'm home Thursday so see you kids soon:)
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[27 Jul 2006|05:38pm] |
HEY KIDS!
I miss you guys but GYLC and DC are amazing. I'm off to NYC Saturday.
See ya soon.
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| Panic |
[11 Jul 2006|06:32pm] |
Three weeks ago I said that I was going to upload the rest of my pictures from Holland, but I never did get around to it, so I decided to make a somewhat large picture post.
( Enjoy. )
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[09 Jun 2006|05:18pm] |
I hate my family because they ruin everything. I could not be happier that I live an ocean away from them because they are the most fucking dramatic people I have ever met. My mom and I are here for one week, and they have to ruin it with fights. I hate the majority of them, and never seeing them again would be way too soon.
So Wednesday I am in the old city of Leiden with my oma, my aunt Mieke, my mom and myself. We come to pick Mieke up, and we suggest that she bring her own car because there was no space for in the backseat due to the fact that we had to put a wheelchair in the small car. We got to her house, and she insisted on going in the same car as us anyways. Then she had the balls to say that she thought she should sit in the front because she knew the way to Leiden better than my oma. However, my oma is 82 so it would be cruel to stick her in an already crammed backseat. My aunt was angry that my mom told her that my oma should sit in the frontseat. then she bitched that my mom didn't say good morning to her, when she said good morning twice (which never occurred mind you). We got to Leiden, and there was a very small parking space. My aunt told my mom to park there. My mom said she preferred not to because she didn't want to mess up a rental. That pissed my aunt off too because my mom defied her orders. Then we went to go sit down for a coffee because my oma was getting tired from the walk. We sat down, and my aunt started talking about how my mom and I are so rude. She has done nothing, but be kind to us, and we don't listen to what she says. Then the tears came, and I was sitting there like WTF. This shit never ends. My aunt told my mother to stop interfering in my oma's life, even though my aunt was the one who told my mom to go to the doctor with my aunt. My aunt was just angry that we had talked to my other aunt, Magriet, about the doctor's visit. She tends to be a very jealous person. So she is sitting there crying, boofuckinghoo and storms off to the bathroom. Good riddance. She came back, and we went walking for a while. My aunt left to go smoke somewhere so my oma took me to the church in Leiden where the Pilgrims worshipped just before they went to America. It was cool.
Then my aunt came back and BOOM. She suggested that we go out to lunch so we said ok because it was obvious that the walk had been tiring to my oma, even though she had been sitting in the wheelchair. We went to go sit, and my aunt started again. You both are so rude. You don't care about me. You never let me talk. You interfere too much. Stop coming to Holland. Then all of a sudden she goes to my mom, your boobs sag. I sat there, contemplating jumping in the canal. She just kept going, and eventually my mom snapped. She was like why the fuck do you have to ruin this for us?! We come once a year, and you just can't be pleasant. If you think we are so rude, why come out with us at all? My aunt then threw her fork and knife at the table and stormed off again. My oma went, "No wonder she doesn't keep friends." HILARIOUS. Anyways, she came back and started threatening my oma. My aunt works for my oma by cleaning her house and doing her shopping, since she doesn't have a real job because has some health problems, probably because she smokes two packs a day. Anyways, she starting saying to my oma, "I am just gonna stop coming to your house. I am not gonna do anything for you anymore. I could have stayed longer on vacation, but I came back for you and this is how you repay me." We stood there in shock. DO NOT FUCKING THREATEN AN OLD PERSON YOU DUMB BITCH. That is fucking bottom of the barrel, if you ask me.
She left, and we have not seen her since. We heard later from my other aunt, Gonny, that Mieke called her and her husband right away, talking about how awful we were. Today my cousin, who is now living in Indonesia, came over to talk about the situation, being that she is close with both us and my aunt, Mieke. Tonight we were all supposed to go out to dinner to this really great place. But she prefers we go with her tomorrow, without the rest of them, because she wants the evening to be pleasant, and she can't uninvite Mieke so now we have been shafted.
I don't know what is going to happen with my oma, and who will take care of her becuase I have a feeling that we are going to have to leave before any of that can be discussed, and that is how my aunt wants it so that she can make sure oma keeps paying her car payments, her salary, and her son's college education. Oh yeah, and to keep an eye on that inheritance.
I love Europe, but it is spoiled by my loser family. I never thought I would miss home so much.
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| DONT SMOKE NO DOPE |
[06 Jun 2006|09:23pm] |
Hello from Holland. World Cup starts soon, and the country is already going nutso.
And just in case you forgot what I look like (ahem Al Roker), here ya go...
( SUP TOUR D'EIFFEL )
So since we have been back in Holland, we have been spending a lot of time with my Oma. Monday my aunt showed us all of this crap she bought for us in Indonesia. Nice, cheap stuff. My cousin, who is currently living in Indonesia, comes in tomorrow. Monday we made dinner at my Oma's and ate with my uncle. Today we went to the beach with my Oma. Only like 2 other people were there since it was in the 40's/50's. Cold weather. Then we went to my Oma's doctor for an appointment where I was able to read a lot of my book so that was good. I love Frank McCourt. Tonight was dinner with my mom's friends at my aunt's. Tomorrow we go to the ancient city of Leiden for some Rembrandt stuff. Good times.
Catch you kids on AIM:)
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| FRITES ET MAYO!!! |
[05 Jun 2006|01:46pm] |
Greetings from Europe. This has been the craziest week of my life ever. Wednesday I took exams and by 11PM that night, I was in the sky on the way to the motherland where I happen to be right now.
I actually slept on the plane until it got turbulent. I woke up, and my mom had the blanket over her head. She totally looked like one of Michael Jackson's children. Scary shit man. The plane letters did wonders to kill my nerves and my boredom. Thanks to all of you that wrote them:)
We got to Holland that afternoon. Within an hour of our arrival, we were in the car, fries with mayo in hand, on our way to my grandmother's house. When we got there, my grandmother and aunt were anxiously waiting. We sat and chatted for a bit and then went out to dinner. We then dropped my grandmother off at her house and went on our way to my uncle's house in the south of Holland. No one had ever been there in the family so we were kind of scared. We got there after getting lost a bajillion times and it ended up being a pretty fun visit. He is actually the most fun family member of them all.
We left for Paris the next morning. First we stopped in the old Belgian city of Ghent, which is really pretty. We got to the hotel, which was just north of Paris, between 2 and 3. We took the train into the city and went to the Louvre. It was freaking huge, but seriously amazing. It was the first place I ever drank legally haha. Contrar to popular belief, the French will speak English to you. At least they did to us. We had an amazing dinner and went back to the hotel and crashed.
The next day we took the metro to Montmatre where all the painters go. There is a church on a hill there called Sacre Coeur, which is flipping amazing. We went to Sant Chapelle, Notre dame, and the Eiffel Tower. We took this boat taxi thing, which was awesome because we walked so freaking much. We also walked the Champs-Elysees, which is perhaps the most overrated aspect of Paris. We ate at the same place we did before and then went back to the hotel and passed out.
Yesterday we drove back to Holland, but stopped in Antwerp on the way. Pretty old city with freaking amazing chocolate. When we got back to Holland we went to my grandmother's house, where she and one of my aunts were playing a game. We sat and chatted for a while and then went to my other aunts house where we had an Indonesian meal with my uncle (who we stayed with earlier in the week) and my cousin. To get away from all the dramatic family bullshit, my uncle and I talked about traveling and college for a while.
Now I am at my grandmother's house again. Hopefully I will get to my aunt's house tonight to get on AIM? That will probably be around 3PM your time, so if you want to talk be around:)
I miss you guys and the weather. Leave comments. I need some American contact.
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Since I will be departing for my European excursion to Benelux and France right after school on Wednesday, I am requesting plane letters. Please do it! The flight is 8 and a half hours long, and I am scared of flying :\
Email your plane letters to kcmbb@bellsouth.net. Kthx!
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| And afterall... |
[22 May 2006|10:23pm] |
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End of the year. Thank goodness. In my opinion, this year was about a thousand times worse than last year. After having one of my many profound talks with Jenna, which always makes me have an epiphany, I learned why I found last year so much better. Last year things were awesome because people spent last time worrying about drama and more time focusing on making friends since we were all pretty new to each other. Now that this year everybody was pretty well acquainted with one another, friendships began to fall apart as the drama ensued. It sucked.
The good thing about this year is that I really believe that I branched out a bit. I didn't just stick with the same two girls I was practically joined at the hip with last year. I mean, where would I be this year without Al Roker and the other cool people I have gained friendships with?
But at the same time, everytime things seem to be getting better with old friends, something happens that just makes it seem like all the improvement was shit. Like today I found out something I wish I never did because it just makes me question. My mom was even surprised.
All I know for now is that I am really excited about this weekend because I will be spending time with some really cool people, and I will be eating some really good food. Then, in a week and a half, I will be in Europe. Seeing family, going to museums, eating the best food in Europe---there is not a whole lot that is better.
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[12 May 2006|11:10pm] |
So 3-day weekend. It was the most needed thing ever. The APs are finally over, and there are only 2 and a half weeks left. It is so odd...this year went by so fast, which to me is a good thing, considering I thought it was a pretty bad year, although it did have its moments.
Even though this week was full of APs, it was one of the best weeks ever. Not only was it a 4-day week, I got to skip French and Health to go to a Blood Drive lunch at the Kravitz Center. That meant road trip with two of my bests to Cityplace. Atlantic won an award that I accepted, and we got a chance to tell the Delray Beach Commissioner how we really felt about the new school and the dress code fiasco.
Last night was the debate dinner. It was really fun sitting with the younger part of the debate team, which was cool considering that we will be hanging out together until us sophomores graduate. The food was good, and the conversation was always interesting. Ms. Allen never showed, but I was not really surprised. After we were done with dinner, the boys decided that they wanted to go to a movie. Being that I really didn't want to go home, I went with them, regardless of the fact that I was the only girl there.
They were going to force me into a horror movie, but I begged them not to, by picking out the movie Lucky Number Slevin. The only problem was that the movie was rated R, and Muvico checks IDs. Adi and I were the two sixteen-year-olds so we felt kind of screwed. Justin bought our tickets, but the ticket agent told him that they were checking IDs inside. Adi used Raj's FAU pass, so I was out of luck, but I decided to try anyways. I got in line, took out my ID, showed it to the ticket ripper lady, watched her look at it for a while, and then walked to the other side with her approval. I am so glad the people at Muvico cannot read birthdates properly:)
We went into the movie, and within seconds of its beginning, about four people got shot. JJ was like, I really think this is a horror movie, and I was like great. Luckily, things got better as the plot thickened, even though I had to close my eyes when they put the bags over the peoples' heads.
All in all, it was good to get out with the debate kids. And just so you all know, Ben got his license today.
Watch out.
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I think that this week was the most emotionally intense week of my life. It was just completely crazy. I went from being insanely busy to being bored in virtually no time at all.
Monday and Tuesday were consumed by tennis districts so I wasn't at school. I won two matches and lost two. Not bad for having a really bad record this season, but I quite frankly didn't care what happened. I think all that anyone in my district wanted was for Spanish River to lose. Spanish River has an amazingly talented team, but of course they should, being that they illegally recruit kids outside of their district and give them fake addresses so that they can attend their school to play tennis. I know their are some great people at River, but the people that I have encountered in debate and tennis have, in general, been complete and utter bitches. This freshman named Ana is my doubles partner, and we won our first match so in the next match we played two girls from River. The very minute we got on the court they decided to castigate us. Instead of just warming up like normal people would, they decided to make a mockery of us by playing left handed. Basically they were trying to prove that they could beat us with their left hands, even though they were clearly righties. By the end of the warm-up I was fuming, but I decided to let it go because I thought that there was no way that they could do that in a normal match. Boy, was I wrong. Those bitches started with the left hand shit again. So that is when I started yelling. I told them that we were fully aware of the fact that they were better than us, but it was entirely unnecessary to take the piss out of our game. They started yelling so I got all OH NO YOU DID NOT on them. All of a sudden Sicard, the River coach, and a ref came running and made them play normally. After the match they told their coach that the ref told them to play left handed. Not only were they bitches, they were dumbasses.
Then I got home from tennis to find my dad with a towel around his face. Instantly I knew he had shaved off his beard. My dad had surgery on his left artery on Wednesday, so they forced him to shave off his beard. Now I know most people are like, big whoop, who cares about shaving off a beard? This was a lot more traumatic then people seem to believe. My dad is 70, and he has had his beard for 30 years. My parents have been married for 17 years, and my mom has never seem him without a beard. So shaving it off was a big deal. He looked so different, and it totally freaked me out. I think it made the fact that he was having surgery that much more real, but I figured I had had my meltdown 2 weeks ago, so I had to be strong this time. My dad was really down in the dumps too.
Wednesday marked my return back to school, and the day of my dad's surgery. I got a decal, so I was getting ready to drive myself to school when I went to say goodbye to my dad. He started crying. It was seriously so scary. I cried the whole way to school. Once I got there, I was so unfocused. My gov't test was during the surgery, so in the midst of freaking out, I actually had to think. It sucked. I called my mom in the bathroom countless times, and by 1 she heard that everything went ok during the surgery. My dad's doctor is a man of few words, which was kind of annoying in this situation, but he saved my dad's life, so what can I say? That afternoon I came home and kept calling Bethesda to see when my mom and I could go and see my dad. Finally at 8 they said we could come.
When I saw my dad initially, I freaked out a little bit. He was so out of it, and at the time we weren't entirely sure if all of his skills had been restored. I was not quite sure if he was with it, so I decided to start talking politics with him to see if he knew what the hell was going on. I told him about the resignation of Scott McClellan, and instantly we struck up a conversation. You have no idea how much of a relief that was.
Thursday was crazy. I went to school, got a call from my mom telling me to bring cough drops to my dad, went to Walgreen's, almost got in a car accident, got the cough drops, and finally got to the hospital about 45 minutes later. My delay totaly freaked my dad out, and I could tell because when I finally got to the room I found him attempting to call me, which is rare. I came to sit with him for an hour or two, and it was nice. He had this old man roommate who had a crazy wife. They were so mean to each other. My dad kept whispering, "Get me out of here." I felt bad. My mom took over, and then I went to Coldstone's for the french club fundraiser.
Friday my dad came home. I had the hardest art history test EVER. That night I went to the ave, went to Backbone, got really annoyed, and left. Good times.
I think through this rollercoaster week, I really needed people to just talk to me and actually be there for me. Not just say it, but actually follow through with the action. I got a lot of support from a few really cool people, and I am so greatful. Without them, I seriously might have lost it. I think times like this are really telling. People who used to be close to me didn't really help me out at all during this time, and it makes you realize who is worth your time in the future.
Whoo long entry. Thanks.
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| Party Hardy |
[16 Apr 2006|07:08pm] |
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This weekend has been full of celebrations. Last night I went to Ben's, and we went on the Jungle Queen. It was quite an interesting experience.
Here's the pictures...( McQueeneybergmanstein )
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[13 Apr 2006|06:25pm] |
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I hate this year so much. I mean, I have had some good times, but everything seems to be going wrong. The past few weeks have been really hard for me in every aspect of my life. Just when I thought that things were going well, everything fell apart with news of my dad's surgery. I try not to think about it, but after listening to the doctors, you can't help but freak out. And then came this alienation. I don't know, it seems to have come all of the sudden, but maybe there was some slight progression into it. Suddenly those that I was once closest with keep things from me that seem like a pretty big deal in their lives. And it is not just one person. Then when I find out that they didn't tell me or anything it feels really bad. I mean, am I really that untrustworthy of a person? I don't know. I am so sad, and I am sick of it, but everytime I pick myself up, life kicks me back down. I seriously want to go into bed and never come out again.
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[05 Apr 2006|11:20pm] |
I'm scared alone.
What the hell is this world coming to?
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| I definitely got April Fool'sed |
[01 Apr 2006|09:38pm] |
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So yeah, this was definitely the worst week. Ever. Well, at least it was the worst week of my life of my life thus far. I mean, going back to school was already bad enough. The early mornings, the looming tests and assignments, and the thought of dress code again really made me feel sick. Realizing that AP exams are in a month wasn't too great either, but whatevvvv, we all deal. Everything came to a climax Wednesday, when I was on the way to tennis and asked how my dad's doctor's visit had gone. As you could probably guess, things didn't go too well, and my dad had to go in for a carotid angiogram Friday to find out whether or not surgery would be necessary in the near future to clear his 80% blocked arteries. Although this was bad enough, my mom had tests done earlier in the week to find out if she needed to get her uterus taken out. Both she and my dad will find out this upcoming Friday whether or not surgery will be necessary in their cases, but the notion that both of my parents will be having invasive surgery all in the same week got to me, especially because the surgery my dad might have is pretty dangerous. So I was playing my match on Wednesday, and I was already in a lot of pain myself. I lost the match, but I didn't care because that was the farthest thing from my mind. When I finished my match, I called Allyson and cried. I ran away to the furthest place I could and finally stopped crying and went back to where the team was. Then my mom called, and the crying started again, and I could not stop. Physically and mentally I was just so tired and knowing that the parents that I am so close with might have something seriously wrong with them was so painful. And it is not like I have a lot of family here. They are all I have, and if something would happen today, such a big part of me would die. My dad was on his way, and I went over to tell Sicard something. He started talking about one of the members of the team and how she wasn't playing well, and I told him this has been a hard week, so maybe he should just let it go. He asked me why it had been such a bad week, and the tears just started flowing again, and I couldn't stop. I was definitely hysterical, and it was so embarassing. I hate crying in front of other people, but there was no way that I could regain my composure. When my dad got there, I apologized and left. When I got in the car I broke down and couldn't breathe. It was so bad. I have never been that upset in my whole life. I just cried the rest of the day, and by the end of that experience, I think I was just cried out.
Friday was Blood Drive. It went extremely well. I totally freaked out, but otherwise, things went smoothly. Sicard gave me a card signed by the tennis team, which was nice but made me feel even more mortified for crying like that. My dad's angiogram was fine, but the radiologist basically told him that the doctor would probably decide to do surgery on one of his arteries. Although it is scary, the surgery will happen sooner or later, so I would rather that he just have it now, no matter how upset it may make me. I just cannot believe all this shit is happening now. I mean, I leave for Europe in less than 2 months, but who knows if he will have recovered by then, if he has the surgery at all?
Maybe I should just stop worrying, but I am a freaking nervous person, and I think in this situation, I have reason to be scared.
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| Confessions on a dance floor |
[26 Mar 2006|12:29am] |
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Spring Break has been amazing. I think the ability to drive alone gives you this big sense of freedom that allows you to enjoy things in life a little bit more.
I've been to the beach, I have done some hardcore shopping, and I have even done some homework. I cannot believe it. The only thing I have left to do is read King Lear.
Last night I went to the Spill Canvas/Straylight Run show. Straylight was amazing. All of the songs from their new EP have this anti-war undertone, which makes me happy because at least someone is getting the word out.
Tonight I am bitter and angry, but I hope that will pass.
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| West coasting it |
[20 Mar 2006|11:48am] |
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For the first two days of Spring Break, my parents and I went to the West coast of FL for the first time in 12 years. It was an amazing time.
( Spring Break 06 Part 1 )
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| Tennis Week |
[05 Feb 2006|09:54pm] |
This week tennis tryouts began. I have not been playing to the best of my ability, but oh well. I am fairly sure I will make top five in any case...at least I hope I will.
Friday night I went to the ITC Tournament in Delray to see some tennis and watch Alana dance. Botht he dance and the tennis were amazing. Here are some pics...they were the best I could do considering the insane amount of wind.
( Game )
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