tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58172692011-04-21T14:47:41.969-05:00{ Void }<br> or <br><br> "The meaningless rants of a 24 year old French/Lebanese girl stranded somewhere in between Texas and the Past."callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1092119876805520572004-08-10T01:36:00.000-05:002004-08-10T01:39:05.283-05:00BLOG INTERRUPTED. moved to another sphere since Jan '04. Umbilical Chord Dissection. callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1069722010529551902003-11-24T19:00:00.000-06:002003-11-24T19:00:40.763-06:00 J'ai un nouvel ordi. Un fixe pour etre plus precise. Mon connard de laptop est en train de se balader en Californie en attendant d'etre repare. J'ai tellement de boulot, faut que j'arrete de papoter et que je m'y mette. Je crois que j'ai le blogue le plus chiant de l'univers. callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1069445118350314882003-11-21T14:05:00.000-06:002003-11-21T14:06:55.420-06:00 Under the sea, is where I'll be No talking 'bout the rain no more I wonder what thunder will mean, when only in my dream The lightning comes before the roar Under the sea, down here with me I find I'm not the only one Who ponders what life would mean if we hadn't been So disappointed in the sun "Disappointed in the Sun" - dEUS callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1069293285185288732003-11-19T19:54:00.000-06:002003-11-19T20:05:01.746-06:00Les Wild Peaches avons eu notre presentation aujourd'hui. Parmi les feedbacks que nous avons recu, il y a un commentaire qui m'a moins plu que les autres: "I have continually been impressed with Loulia and Eduardo’s command of the English language. Both presented complex thoughts and delivered their part of the presentation well." Je ne sais pas si je dois me sentir insultee ou pas. Je n'ai callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1068767293554706182003-11-13T17:48:00.000-06:002003-11-13T17:48:32.293-06:00 Je me sens comme un zombie... je ne crois pas que je puisse tolerer les nuits blanches aussi bien que jadis. Je ferais mieux de commencer a adopter des methodes de travail plus saines... J'arrive a pein a voir ce que j'ecris. Rien de special a dire, sauf une petite experience a relater. J'etais en dehors du Sanchez building, apres un cours de pub, et je sens un truc me froler l'epaule: c'etait callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1068607541575174942003-11-11T21:25:00.000-06:002003-11-11T21:26:28.903-06:00 Ces deux photos, courtesy of CNN.com, representent exactement mon etat d'esprit actuel.callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1068605744938413852003-11-11T20:55:00.000-06:002003-11-11T20:59:09.610-06:00 Je suis presentement dans le lab de l'universite: mon ordinateur a la con s'est remis a deconner (on est prie de passer outre le pleonasme, merci) et je l'ai ramene chez les PC Doctors. J'espere qu'il se conduira bien. Le saligaud m'a fait des histoires il y a une dizaine de jours et je l'ai amene chez le reparateur et, comme par hasard, Monsieur le Laptop est sage comme une image et m'est callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1068449325802900172003-11-10T01:28:00.000-06:002003-11-10T01:28:43.366-06:00 J'ai passe a peu pres une semaine sans ordinateur. Ce fut tres liberateur comme experience et tres re-structurant. Mais j'ai commence a regarder la tele, alors je ne pense pas que l'on puisse parler de progres... Il a commence a faire froid. On a perdu environ 20 degres du jour au lendemain. C'est pas croyable comme weather. Je crois que je vais renommer ce blogue "le Musee de l'Ennui". L'Ennuicallipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1068448561719721272003-11-10T01:16:00.000-06:002003-11-11T21:38:42.783-06:00 Down from my ceiling...drips great noise...It drips on my head through a hole in the roof... Behind these two hills here...There's a pool...And... When I'm swimming...In through a tunnel, I shut my eyes. Inside the cabin, I make sounds... In through the tubes I send this noise... Behind these two hills here...Fall asleep... And... When I float in...Green grass of tunnel,... it flows backcallipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1067805082090736632003-11-02T14:31:00.000-06:002003-11-02T14:31:31.953-06:00 On est deja en Novembre et on porte toujours des fringues d'ete! Je n'ai personellement rien contre. Pourvu qu'on n'aie pas un hiver merdique comme celui de l'annee passee. Le boulot s'accumule exponentionellement et j'espere qu'on va pas se noyer d'ici Thanksgiving; mais les pronostics ne sont pas tres bons... Ca me scie que j'ai rien de plus interessant a raconter. J'ai commence un regime callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1066115112268909272003-10-14T02:05:00.000-05:002003-10-14T02:06:43.246-05:00Je n'arrive pas a me sortir cette chanson debile de la tete: Luna Parker - Tes états d'âme Éric "Tes états d'âme sont des lassos Qui tournoient et s'entrelacent Autour de moi Qui suis lasse Des rodéos du Texas OK corral C'est le KO KO moral" callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1066074554138722112003-10-13T14:49:00.000-05:002003-10-13T14:53:41.713-05:00 Peut-on irrevocablement renier toute une partie de sa vie? Les souvenirs sont parfois difficiles to leave behind, et c'est parfois dur d'admettre qu'on a passe de bons moments, jadis, avec une personne haie aujourd'hui. Je ne sais pas vraiment si c'est de la haine que j'eprouve, ou bien du mepris... Ou peut-etre un melange de honte et de revolte. Qu'importe, c'est fini et il faut tourner la pagecallipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1066001819585812712003-10-12T18:36:00.000-05:002003-10-12T18:37:34.833-05:00 Ca fait un bon moment que je n'ai rien ecrit. C'est pas que je n'ai rien a dire, mais je recommence a avoir des doutes sur l'utilite d'avoir un blogue. Aujourd'hui, c'est le jour de la Pomme au Liban. Si les gens croient que croquer des pommes tous ensemble vont leur faire oublier qu'ils font partie de sectes qui veulent s'entretuer, mais ce qu'ils se gourent. Y'a des jours ou je meprise ce payscallipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1064210265964606172003-09-22T00:57:00.000-05:002003-10-13T15:04:36.886-05:00 The music fest was really amazing: it went well beyond my expectations. The performances I enjoyed the most were those of The Dandy Warhols (we were so close to the stage, I could see Courtney Taylor Taylor's disgustingly long thumb-nail) (the picture below, taken with His phone, attests of our closeness) (blame the poor quality on Nokia) ,The Shins (HE got an autographed CD), Ben Harper (even callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1064078077842065082003-09-20T12:14:00.000-05:002003-09-20T12:15:15.286-05:00 Austin City Limits is better than I thought it would be. This is one of the things that redeem Texas to me. I am going to see my beloved Dandy Warhols in about an hour and forty nine minutes. And now, I have to go shower while trying my best not to wet my wristband.callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1063794543025684242003-09-17T05:29:00.000-05:002003-09-22T01:01:23.223-05:00 After all those hours wasted dreading the task of facing the blank Word document (and writing unsent drafts of hate-mail destined to the girl formerly known as my best friend while browsing Ikea's bedding website with Him on the phone), my paper is quasi-finished. This was only 10% of all the work I was supposed to do for tomorrow and nothing else has been done. I am the mighty underachiever. callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1063727152420039682003-09-16T10:45:00.000-05:002003-09-17T05:31:56.113-05:00 Constructive move: I decided to bring my notebook to school in order to get more work done. Destructive move: Spent the past half hour installing my wireless network card. There is no escape from the internet. I don't know what good will come from typing continuous elucubrations about my acute procrastinationitis besides making it more acceptable. He is wearing a red t-shirt today. I love that callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1063693009419985692003-09-16T01:16:00.000-05:002003-09-16T01:25:31.803-05:00 I have crossed the frontier between one day and the next... and my journal entry is still a blank page. I have nevertheless expanded my knowledge on the subject of manbeef and domo-kun cubes. I shall try to go to bed satisfied. And press "snooze" on the guilt pang.callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1063667328676212702003-09-15T18:08:00.000-05:002003-09-15T18:31:04.843-05:00 On Procrastination The Internet is a devastating tool for the student mind. There is always something to do or to read. I am supposed to be writing a journal entry on the theme of Leadership right now. That is when, after all these years, I decide to start a blog. After I graduated from AUB and started working, I was so nostalgic of student life... now that I have it back, I can't wait for itcallipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5817269.post-1063660302036537832003-09-15T16:11:00.000-05:002003-09-15T18:21:43.303-05:00 Why I always thought blogs were lame. I always thought people who write public blogs were nothing more than narcissic exhibitionnists and was firmly against having one of my own. Until I realized I was a narcissic exhibitionnist too. So this one is for you, all bloggers out there. The gravitationnal attaction was too strong.callipygehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08000118820015743596noreply@blogger.com