My bad! I meant to say “Ethnographic” study. I don’t know why I wrote “etymology”. Sigh. Been watching too much of that freakin’ spelling bee stuff.
Speaking of which, have any of you seen that spelling bee documentary?
I’m doing an etymology study
On Xanga
For a class I’m taking at school. Be a doll and answer these questions for me:
Survey Questions
Please state your Xanga user name
What is your…
Age
Race
Gender
Education level
Years on internet
· How often do you update?
· Do you comment, if so, how often?
· Do you receive comments? How many per day? How many per entry?
· Do you comment on stranger’s xanga? Do strangers comment on yours?
· Are you subscribed to people? How many subscribe to you?
· Do you read other peoples blogs daily? How many?
· How did you find your readers? How many are real friends? How many have
you met in real life?
· Do you belong to any groups?
p.s. can you tell which posts are mine? =X
drugs.
i never realized i was addicted to k…
until the very moment i realized i’m not addicted anymore.
a bit scary [my past], and somewhat gratifying at the same time.
to know that i can have a future without it.
with love,
kim.
as an explanation, because i guess i should give one… to start, i’d like to say: i’ve been mostly clean for quite some time now. oh yeah, that and i’ve never done meth, crack, coke or heroin. just ketamine.
there’s this book i have called ‘crank’, it’s a book written with prose in poetic form… really awesome.
the last time i read it, there was a part describing the feeling of snorting, and i swear, every time i read that part, i was on fire — the urge, a surge of need.
today, i re-read the book, got to that part and felt nothing. not even the tiniest sense of longing.
and i realized…
that’s not what i want anymore, and that’s not who i am anymore. and you know what? i’m fine with that. there’s better things in life than being numb all the time.
the longing inside that i have for something to dull my senses isn’t completely gone… i will probably still drink myself into a stupor one of these days… but i’m not addicted to k anymore.
which is a surprising confession from someone who was never addicted in the first place.
This feeling. What is this feeling? Some of my best writing has come forth from this feeling. Is it listlessness? Sadness?
I just know I’m tired.
thanks to the most recent donors.
for the last month, stress has been building up quite a bit. stress with breaking up. stress with my ex [from 2 years ago]. stress with my dad calling me for the first time in 13 years. stress with my mom calling me for the first time in 1.5 years. stress with my brother. stress with school. stress with work. stress with seeing my mom for the first time in a year and ahalf. stress with my own expectations. stress of worry for my friend. stress of not being able to express my emotions the way i want to. stress on top of stress on top of stress.
i want to shut down. i need to shut down. i can’t shut down. i need to keep going.
i’m a ball of emotions, yet i feel numb.
i’ve only been 23 for a month.
is it going to be like this the whole year?
i don’t think i can handle anymore.
and yet i’m becoming numb.
at least i have my pillars. i love you guys.
thank you for always being here for me.
[steve doesn’t have a webpage, does he?]
Let’s kick cancer in
the nuts!
Current donation total: $395
There
were those of you who wanted to know more about my friend’s condition,
so with their permission, I’m posting the letter that I received the
other day.
PS
Here is a website with more information about mediastinal
cancer. You
can click on the personal stories link at the bottom of the
webpage to
read patient’s stories about their experiences.
Today, I thought it
would be appropriate to put a face and story to the friend that I keep
talking about so dearly.
I met him about three or
four years ago at a community service project, in fact, one of the best
ones that I’ve ever been to [anyone remember the two day saddleback
marathon?].
.. There are so many things I want to
say, and yet none of the words that come from my fingertips seem to
correctly express the vibrant, fun, and amazing person he is… So
today I’m going to have to settle with
pictures.
Fun,
silly, happy, and always smiling. I’m proud to have you as my friend.
For those of you who believe praying works — I’d appreciate it if you’d do it for him =] Thanks.
You don’t need paypal to donate to the site
above. Just a credit
card.
If you haven’t already donated, you can also donate at the
link above or below at the same link as
before:
If you
donate through paypal, I can recognize you through my
site.
Anger that one of the most positive,
successful, kind people I know has to go through this when there are
people out there who deserve it so much more. Not that anyone
deserves cancer, but if there was a ranking involved, he would be more
along the lines of Mother Theresa in my
book.
Helplessness.
That’s even
worse. At least I can do something about the
anger. I want to do something, anything to
help. There’s nothing I can do. I can’t even pray
because I don’t believe in anything to pray to.
Just
hope.
And be angry.
You don’t need paypal to donate to the site
above. Just a credit
card.
If you haven’t already donated, you can also donate at the
link above or below at the same link as
before:
If you
donate through paypal, I can recognize you through my
site.
Thank
you to everyone who posted the link [The response was much greater than
I ever hoped, so I have to take time and go through the last post when
I have time]… And thank you to the following people who donated
money:
http://www.acsevents.org/relay/ca/ucirvine/myy
Relay
for
Life
My friend has cancer.
[as a favor, can you guys comment and/or give a lot of e-props to this entry, so that it can get as much publicity as possible? thank you. this is really all i can do for him.]
By the way… why am i always the last to find out?
My friend. We haven’t talked for a while, but every memory I have with him is filled with laughter, smiles, and good humor.
If you haven’t already donated, you can also donate at the link above or below at the same link as before:
If you donate through paypal, I can recognize you through my site.
Please help me raise as much money as I know I can and kick cancer’s ass, will ya?
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Did I mention I’m braless?
Going commando is kind of fun.
There’s a certain freedom to it. Not as if my tits bounce very far or anything, but, it definitely is less constrictive.
Oh, and I did panty inventory… Indeed, some of my panties are also missing.
Wow!
I can’t believe the response! You guys are the greatest ever! So far
I’ve already received $37.00 in donations. Only $11.00 more dollars to
go until I can buy this (in brown).
If I reach $48.00 by the end of today, I promise to post a picture of me wearing my new goods… 
If that’s any incentive at all… All you get is to see a-cups.
I
know who some of you are, but there are some unfamiliar names there,
[probably because I just don’t recognize your last names…] but tell
me who you are so I can link you up!
For
all you girls that have been asking: my bra of choice is Victoria’s
Secret, Miracle Bra collection. It’s also called “add-a-cup” now. The
best tops are always the bathing suit tops, because it keeps up the
illusion even when you’re wearing close to nothing!
Oh
yeah, and the bras in that collection are on sale right now for
2/$44at VictoriasSecret.com. That’s the cheapest I’ve EVER seen them,
so hurry and buy now!
Check
out how powerful a good bra can be on an A-cup… This is why I spend
up to $50 on a bra! It’s cheaper than a boobjob and less painful!
By the way, the red bra shown here… GONE! FUCKING GONE!
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