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About Me

I prefer facebook. But I'll probably keep myspace no more than... oh let's say a year out of date.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

This is old, but I suppose my interests haven't really changed since high school:I can’t see or hear it, but I can feel a world around me that’s half hell, half earth, where people don’t exist and “wild” has no meaning… it’s the only way things are. Where my feet hit bare cold rock and I run. Not away from anything; just because running comes as naturally as breathing. Where the chills down my spine are as familiar as my own heartbeat. A place where being alive means being terrified and happy at the same time. If I close my eyes in the middle of a hectic day, my mind comes here of its own accord. A place where annoyances are meant to be shredded with fangs. But the true allure of this hell is someone I can feel, but only see out of the corner of my eye. Someone who sometimes catches me out of the corner of his eye… And that’s enough. No acknowledgement, no spoken bonds, just a certainty that we both exist, and that we’re a part of each other. Reflections of each other, different as night and day, but meaningless without the other to define us by. I’d protect him with my last breath and never even think about it.

My Blog

Ch. 11, In Which Raluca Gets A Cookie

Oh hell.  After hours of thoughlessly reading through my mind-numbingly scientific biochemistry textbook, my cone cells decided to call it quits.  The rod's were getting too much attention.&...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Nov 2006 16:20:00 GMT

i forgot the camera....

I once promised myself to watch every time a plane I'm in takes off, not to become jaded to the wonder of taking off into the air.  Eventually I amended that& I'll never miss it as long as I'm no...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 20:40:00 GMT

cage

I feel like a stupid bird in a cage.  My grandmother used to keep songbirds over the winter.  She'd keep them in a cage, ussually in the kitchen, and let them go in the spring.  She'd p...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 14:06:00 GMT

Math homework... so obviously I'm avoiding it.

Bye bye butterfly& I'm coming right behind you.     I love so many things I can't explain.  I chase a feeling, and know I'm safe in the chase.  I know I'll never catch what I want,...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 21:30:00 GMT

reminiscing

so i just wrote the "whimsical" blurb.  Then i scrolled down to see some old blogs... and found the april one.  It's weird... Stale's such a good word.
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 20:18:00 GMT

Whimsy

I don't think my name means anything. It's a Romanian name, and it doesn't mean anything in Romanian. But if you separate it into two... then it gets interesting.  And I never even thought o...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 20:07:00 GMT

cornell

In the middle of chilly shadows is a spot which time does not see.  There is a sun-warmed slab of concrete, with a view of the world, at the bottom of a bell tower, whose chimes sing twice a day....
Posted by on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 00:00:00 GMT

a few mornings ago

  kittens are like Velcro.  That wakes you up in the middle of the night because it gets stuck to your chin.  And wants to be fed.  But not THAT food.  The Other food.  T...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 10:39:00 GMT

SUmmer

Summer swhisshed by, and I'll still be jet-laged during winter break.  Cobleskill is boring... So i went to NYC.  There i realized that belly-dancers are superheroes, that turkish coffe...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Jul 2006 06:59:00 GMT

LA

    LA is ... a lot more fun than Utah.  Especially when it involves photo shoots.  More details later.
Posted by on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 00:58:00 GMT