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Country: United States State: Massachusetts Metro: Boston Birthday: 10/28/1982 Gender: Female
Interests: sleep, sleep, photography, frisbee, clothes, lots of clothes
Expertise: falling asleep during many various activities, minesweeper, making awkward situations, eliciting "i don't have time for a relationship" from others
Occupation: Student Industry: Engineering
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12/28/2002
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| Ah, I should update my xanga every once in a while. Graduated
from college ... yippee? On to grad school ... more school.
Maybe I'll become a professional student.
My main blog now is at http://www.shanwu.com/blog/... I
get to host on my own space, and it's a bit more flexible than
xanga. Oh yeah, notice my own domain? :) but those of you
still reading this xanga should follow that blog instead ... it's
updated a bit more frequently, and I hope it remains updated
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| I launched a new webpage yesterday. I think I'm actually going to change three of the pages (about, contact, and resume pages), but for now, this is done. I've spent too much time on it already. Most of the pictures up on this page are new (ie different from the previous page). The last page's pictures focused entirely too much on Europe. | | |
| I found a better blog thingy. I like its freedom, and I feel like it belongs to me more. Many times, I write in here for me, and I would feel like this were mine if it were a log hosted on my own webspace. As they'd say here at Bain, take ownership of what's mines ... If any of you are feeling up to it, I highly recommend eblogger. | | |
| Alright, that last entry was pretty depressing. Yeah, it's hard thinking about the future, but thinking about it really doesn't do anything. Gotta act, right?
Though I'm still upset that I missed Ryan's call last night, I've gotten over it. It's also a beautiful day out; I love it when I can wear my sunglasses driving to and from work. Maybe it makes me feel cool or something :) It's also the day before office holiday, so everyone in the office is pretty much slacking. No one's really doing much of any work, people are heading out as I type this, and it's not even 3pm yet. A couple of the interns and I are going for our second golf lesson at 4 today.
Ah, and the stationery I ordered from Crane came in. There is a Crane store in the mall really close to my apartment. Seeing it, I couldn't resist ordering stationery; another one of those southern things I guess, cause we all know that proper southern ladies must have their own stationery :) So I'm psyched about going to go pick that up after my golf lessons. Maybe I'll call Ryan tonight too, see how Boston's going so far; I really wish that i could have gone with them to see the Pops play their annual outdoor July Fourth concert. But at least I'm skipping town and going home tomorrow!! Yay!! | | |
| It's just been one of those downer weeks. Maybe I'm starting to think too much about this so called dreaded "future", but how can you ever think TOO much about the future? It's your future, for crying out loud.
I've been talking to some friends about graduation, what will happen afterwards, whyat people are doing, where people are going. I don't really know what I'm going to do, and the not knowing part is the most frightening. I don't have the sense of security that I had coming out of high school. I knew then that my next step was college, and I knew that I could get into most colleges with the credentials that I had. Now, I don't know what my next step is after college, and I have no confidence at all that I will get into anywhere, be it finding a good job or getting into grad school. Most of all, it's having to deal with moving again, leaving people I've known for four years, going through the agony again of losing touch with friends.
I met up with an UVA friend who's interning at the Carter Center in town for lunch today, and we had an interesting discussion. We wondered what the heck we were doing at college anyway. We agreed that we're people with no direction, stretched so thin that we're no longer recognizable, and full of the pretense of somehow feeling important. We have no clue what we want to do; we pretty much just sit around all day drinking mint julips and complaining about the disarray that the world around us is in. Afterwards what do we do about it? Nothing except continue on drinking our mint julips. What use are we? The world will go on turning just as well without us; there might even be a few more mint plants around.
To think, we're the people of America's future. Morbidly depressing. | | |
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