tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50214352011-07-08T04:49:06.774-04:00Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-36417055905799491492011-05-15T22:08:00.000-04:002011-05-15T22:09:05.395-04:00

Genevieve Church sat next to me and asked, "Do you want someone to pray with?" I wanted to say, No. I'd rather just be alone, but I said, "Sure. I'll do that." "Ok what do you want to pray about?" My sorry-ass self. "Family.. Well.. I just feel like I've lost touch with God." She gripped my hand and looked into my eyes. The kindest sincerest eyes I had ever seen. And yet, I could help but wonder,

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-57195813860383442532010-01-27T02:58:00.002-05:002010-01-27T03:05:54.591-05:00

It's been what 3 yrs? And I'm dying reading the old stream of thought psychotic B.S. I once published.. I can't say things have changed much.. but I really should give u an update on life. my whole blog site really needs an update. unfortunately it's midnight and I'm bailing.. anyway, hello again blog

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1139624924722760002006-02-10T21:27:00.000-05:002006-02-10T21:35:36.203-05:00

this has got to be the worst show ever made.

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1125520237853258462005-08-31T16:00:00.000-04:002005-08-31T16:30:37.860-04:00

i'm finally feeling the downside of the apple world. google talk. definition: talking to friends (verbally!) through your computer. supposed to be really amazing.. to the point that you could stay up all night just talking to friends (b/c its just that cool). but alas, not compatible with me or my g4 powerbook. other recent problems i will be taking up with whoever will listen: my battery is no

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1097067004949316392004-10-06T08:43:00.000-04:002004-10-06T08:50:04.950-04:00

so instead of studying for my final exam today, i looked up adult ADD online. and i've come to the conclusion that i have it. so if anyone can just shoot over some ridalin, thatd be great. i live in boston now. thanks.

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1083059654277315182004-04-27T05:41:00.000-04:002004-04-27T05:58:21.186-04:00

lets talk about how all the things that i want and love have suddenly become so clear to me. and how with that all the things that i hate and loathe have become so blaringly (if thats a word) apparent as well. we can talk about how lucky i feel to have gotten where i am (being the slacker and the dumbass that i have been). and we can talk about how much i dont want to go where they have taken me.

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1078738075101973842004-03-08T04:27:00.000-05:002004-03-08T04:30:56.310-05:00

bc sleep is for the sweaty. pet the sleepy. (.. and bc i like to check my email weeks and months late.. get ready for the ten-string) > 1. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? pants?! > 2. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO NOW? last song.. chingy one call away. in my head. that sean-uh paul song. > 3. WHAT ARE THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER? 7295 (LIKE shaO!) > 4. WHAT IS THE LAST THING

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1074637625942367112004-01-20T17:11:00.000-05:002004-01-20T17:29:03.403-05:00

instead of doing my graphic design homework.. i am going to briefly attempt to articulate how I feel about graphics. I realize today.. as a I dread doing these damn drawings... that graphic design, for me, is really a bunch of bullshit. i mean i do these drawings and we talk about all the symbolism and how it feels and blah blah blah.. and honestly it sucks.. because first of all.. i don't have

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1073274471866055502004-01-04T14:30:00.000-05:002004-01-04T22:49:29.090-05:00

those who happened to read the dec 28th blog would not be surprised at today's all-star performance of maristella swimming face-first into the pool wall. just swimming across the pool in the middle of the day all alone and all of a sudden, smAck.. straight into the wall.. (picture someone kissing it and then add five mph) wow.. that was a smart one. ps. for all those with acne issues..

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1073007463781605512004-01-01T20:37:00.000-05:002004-01-01T20:39:17.233-05:00

of course michigan lost. why not? .. they always find some way to fuck things up i realize. i still wish i was there tho. my new years was so pathetic. [what else is new tho] i woke up last nite at 1150pm.. had a glass of chammy and then went online and read blogs til 8am. cOOl. my parents were really cute tho. they got all excited. and i think they were happy that peter and i were there. at

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1072630855728524152003-12-28T12:00:00.000-05:002004-01-01T06:03:58.686-05:00

this is what my vacation has come to.. a screeching halt. my siblings all left today.. and peter (19) and i are left alone to defend ourselves against the parents. yesterday they began their unexpected manual labor portion of the agenda.. err.. and we all had to clean this house that we are renting out. i was in charge of scrubbing the moldy refridgerator. disgusting. and my next chore is to

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1072725816346833082003-12-27T02:07:00.000-05:002004-01-01T05:58:59.076-05:00

frankly, I expect boxers. and I do like boxers.. but those guys who still wear briefs (and pull it off) are so cute. BRIEFS lake vs ocean. for swimming etc, I prefer the pool haha. i hate sand (how it's grimy and gets all over everything) and hate seaweed and am petrified of fish and etc. but i would say ocean if I had to choose. its much more beautiful and I like the waves... and of course

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1072331367836188832003-12-25T00:49:00.000-05:002003-12-25T00:50:50.686-05:00

let me tell you something about my family. we're all about the no bullshitting. i have been in florida for 3 days and all i have to show for it is 3 bad boys viewings 1 sea biscuit 1 freaky friday 1 alex and emma 1 mona lisa smile and a lot of pictionary. that's family time in a nutshell. this is what we all look forward to. this is what all eight of us spend hundreds of dollars to do. go to fla

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1072323640371014542003-12-24T22:40:00.000-05:002003-12-24T22:42:03.216-05:00

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1071664694203615162003-12-17T07:22:00.000-05:002003-12-17T07:39:27.043-05:00

help! i changed my template accidentally cua i thought i wanted to change.. but i think i messed up the comments ("shoutouts") part. can someone pls help me fix it?! xmas list. - oh wait we dont celebrate xmas.. err that did not mean to be sarcastic.. but my fam doesn't give gifts anymore. too much stress and takes away from the holiday. it is truly much better this way.. for my fam at least.

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1070284759929514602003-12-01T07:33:00.000-05:002003-12-01T08:20:12.060-05:00

okay so i supposed to finishing my medschool apps... but how exciting is it that i have two sleeper readers of my blog. even tho one of them is martin.. who is right about me being the worst friend in the world. additionally exciting (now im starting to talk like these damn essays) is the sunrise i just witnessed. pretty ridiculous i must say. you are all jealous of my nocturnal habits arent you.

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1066399202239251372003-10-16T09:06:00.000-04:002003-10-17T10:00:02.443-04:00

just making an attempt to capture my feelings at this moment right now... you know what? i can't really... because i don't have too much patience to write it all down right now.. such a rush of things to say... but what i can say is that i feel soo very very lucky for the life that i live.. when i step back and take a look at everything i have experienced everything that i have shared with others

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1060087345485153022003-08-05T08:42:00.000-04:002003-08-05T08:42:25.350-04:00

i thought maybe that since we talked about it last nite.. i should share with the rest of the world (ie jon go... the sleeper-reader of the blog) the rankings for worst friends ever.. altho it's slowly dissolving and i would say most of these people are basically at redemption level, it is something to note.. and to use in times of desperation haha.. or every day for the rest of your lives you

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1060030077295632992003-08-04T16:47:00.000-04:002003-08-04T16:47:57.160-04:00

i will be 21 in five-and-a-half days.. it's an exciting feeling but a sad feeling too. as much as i hate pretending i look like jennifer llanto.. or jennifer jarmillo.. or lisa yu kim.. or malafalea (uhh-whA?).. or that other jenny ID i had in highschool.. there's such a powerful feeling of getting away with illegal things. haha i should tell all this to my crim teacher. but anyways.. yeah six+

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1059062648089384472003-07-24T12:04:00.000-04:002003-07-24T12:04:08.006-04:00

hungover. feeling i have not felt in quite a while.. well... not recently. i would like to keel over and die. i went to ricks last nite.. in the the toyota previa minivan... driving ron and 'aj' (post date interruption).. i felt like that mom who makes you all embarassed cuz she tries to help you out tries to be cool and 'hang out'.. at any rate.. i was driving them to the bar... be home by

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1058881525505765042003-07-22T09:45:00.000-04:002003-07-22T09:45:25.366-04:00

So in all this fret to finish my art project before angell hall closed last nite.. and post accepting the fact that my project would not be done for monday because of the same thing.. it occurs to me.. at 1am.. as i have about given up on "redeeming myself" in class on tuesday... it occurs to me that i can go to the art school at any time of the nite and do my work. what a jackass. at least i

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1058824253184481992003-07-21T17:50:00.000-04:002003-07-21T17:50:53.030-04:00

i realize that this "new blog" business is actually a formatting diff btwn macs and pc's.... wait that doesn't really make sense... well whatever i don't care. monday monday monday// mondays are the worst. i would work on fri and sat to get rid of mondays.. they are just cursed. particularly this one.. it was like one thing after another.. starting right at 1am last night (the beginning of

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1057394239257177932003-07-05T04:37:00.000-04:002003-07-05T04:41:48.613-04:00

so the only time people talk to me on IM is the time when i'm away from the comp.. that's okay.. since there's no one to talk to i'll talk to my blog... aka myself :( i am in baltimore for the fourth of july.. playing on the new powerbook (whooppeee) at the moment.. fourth of july (aka happy new year!) was fun but it didn't feel like the fourth. i didn't even see any fireworks.. it's so good

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-1057066584014219852003-07-01T09:36:00.000-04:002003-07-01T09:36:23.903-04:00

i don't know if this will publish.. ignorant to the "new blogger" i'd like to know what this friendster bidness is.. i am getting these emails but i don't hear good things about it.. are you guys trying to storm me with chain letters and the like. summer class is a bitch.. i want to drop my classes and it's been 2 days. actually the one i'm in right now is not bad.. except for the fact that

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-958183402003-06-19T01:58:00.000-04:002003-06-19T02:00:30.000-04:00

okay okay... jinx on the doorslam... so i am sitting next to my girl kain right now.. in umm yEah australia.. there's probably a million and one things i could write about because this past three weeks has really been incredible. i went on this "medical mission" deal.. ie an excuse to go to australia... and disappointingly enough it was not the lifechanging career-driving experience they had

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-904444402003-03-10T02:49:00.000-05:002003-03-10T02:49:26.700-05:00

i said i was gonna be back soon.. but shooot i have no time :( dday = APRIL 26th// 49? days. may not see a lot of you til then

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-900255722003-03-02T21:17:00.000-05:002003-03-02T21:17:01.390-05:00

okay.. so i left the blog world for a little while.. did some homework actually.. tried out the journal world. but i guess i am back here for a minute. i totally wish that i could get all up in this scene cuz it's so fun but i have so much work to do these days. there is nothing to write about either (cuz i am lame) cept for the fact that my life is dwindling away with every word that i type. how

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-885800932003-02-05T03:17:00.000-05:002003-02-05T03:17:03.930-05:00

wow.. word travels fast huh.. holllA.. peEEzer... new shit (new shit)... that makes three i think! and yes.. i commented on my own page... mcats are booorring aiight?!

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-885799202003-02-05T03:10:00.000-05:002003-02-05T03:10:06.970-05:00

holllla... mego did something useful in life. wow. but yes i have shout outs now.. utilize utilize. and ps. dann lee officially sucks.. not only has he not showered since lunar (and you thought i was gross hehe) but he also forgot that i was ever there.. what a friend.. anyways.. comments.. all two of you.. need the comments... much more than i need the answers// shiiiiit. closing the ugli?

Maristellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04948421740997329023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021435.post-885716572003-02-04T23:28:00.000-05:002003-02-04T23:54:33.000-05:00

my first blog.. and should i be writing right now.. no. not at all. but do i care?? yeah.. kinda yeah. but am i doing anything about it?? hmm well im gonna type some more... great.. the past couple days have been pretty excruciating i must say.. on all levels. i definitely both today and yesterday rolled out of bed 10 mins before the start of class.. there goes that shower idea.. TWICE..or i

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