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[07 Sep 2009|03:04pm]
Summer is the best.
I've accomplished much more this summer than I thought I would have.
I planted an herb garden, and I've only killed 2 plants! Who really needs cilantro and dill anyways?
I rode my bike from Bellingham to Long Beach. 272 miles. I almost cried on the first day, I thought I was going to die. Turns out, I didn't! Thankfully.
I worked at a soccer camp for a week! I know jack-squat about soccer, but it was fun enough.
I've survived living with a boy! It's actually quite wonderful. It's nice having a balance <3
I've survived living with a cat for the last few weeks (cat-sitting). It's not THAT bad, but I'm glad it's only for a few weeks. Cats are total cuddle-killers. And this one drools.
I worked just enough to survive without financial aid, a first living in Bellingham! But I'm way too excited for classes to start. Besides the fact that I feel my brain is slowly decomposing from the lack of education and I need more structure in my life or else boredom will consume me, when I get financial aid it will include a new computer! The one I have is on a fast track to hell. I'm surprised it's lasted thus far, even though I can't move it more than an inch or else it might come unplugged and die instantly, or the fact that it takes a good 10 minutes to start up, or the track pad gets stuck. At least iTunes still works!
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bicycles are the best. [27 Jan 2009|07:39pm]
Riding bikes is probably the second greatest thing ever. I'm not sure what the first greatest thing ever is, I'll let you know later. Group Freewheelers (which consists solely of myself and Ariel, and our bikes Marietta and Regina) and a few trial members (Stoo and his friend) rode out to Lummi Island on Sunday. It was a grand total of about 27 miles, and it was about 35 degrees out, so by the time we got picked up we couldn't move. But I loved every second of it. When I used to have my car and I would get stressed/upset/mind clogged I would drive around with the music up and the windows down and forget about whatever was bothering me. Riding bikes has the same mind-clearing effect. Windows are always down, my mind goes blank and I just go . A peaceful happiness. Also, it's a great workout!

Besides finding complete contentment in riding my bike, I was with awesome people. Ariel: I'm pretty sure she's my long lost sister, together we make Dariel! We're riding bikes down to San Fran this summer, the epic adventures of Freewheelers! You can check us out at:
The Freewheelers Myspace
if you want to see how rad we are, there are a few pictures.
Stoo: the current Boy. We refer to him as the Boy. Why? I don't know exactly, that's just how it is. I absolutely adore him, it's kinda crazy. I think I'll save that story for a whole nuther post. Stoo's Friend: I don't remember his name, but he was a crazy awesome biker, and I respect him for that.
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[27 Dec 2008|12:52am]
I don't like not having my own family to have Christmas with.

It's nice being included and welcomed into other peoples families, but it kinda sucks nonetheless. My dad was snowed in, and really he's all I got now. Dina is in Pittsburgh, and Darci's married and spends holidays and crap with the Vicks. And my mother... no dice.

But at least I have something, and I am grateful for that.

I've realized I really am a nerd. Up at school people have become accustomed to my nerdiness and don't point it out often, or I surround myself with equally nerdy people so it's the norm. Being in Vancouver it's been pointed out on numerous occasions. Or when I go to a book store I bee-line for the science books and become over excited when I find a book on natural disasters. It's my cross to bare, I'm ok with that.

Update on Polish Boy: yeah he's cute/adorable/charming and all, but really he doesn't have much else going for him. And I really didn't like all his friends, I didn't dislike them but I don't have much in common with any of them. OVER IT.

Side-note: Papa Hayden's is delicious.
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This is why I don't get anything done... [19 Dec 2008|10:22am]
I walked home this morning from my friend Ariel's apartment and it was 13 effing degrees outside. It took my breath away, literally.
I freaking love the snow. Here are some pictures that I took from Melia's recently un-stolen camera (it was stolen at my birthday party, but we brought that bitch DOWN). PicturePicturePicturePictureCollapse )

I haven't rode my bike in DAYS, I'm feeling lardy and lazy so I'm going to the gym. BYE!
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[16 Dec 2008|02:48pm]
So here it is Christmas "Winter" Break and I have nothing to do. It's glorious. But that's a lie, I have found things for myself to do, such as: clean my disaster of a room, shower, eat, walk to REI to return my too-small jacket, walk to the bank in hopes to not overdraft my account, catch up on my Netflix list, go check my friends mail, burn mix cds for everyone for Christmas, and so on... How many of these things have I accomplished today? I ate a bowl of Fruit Loops. That's it. Because I'm a fucking CHAMP at procrastination.

And yesterday was quite possibly the best day in months of so-so days. Here is how it went:
-I woke up snuggled next to a BOY. Yeah. I know.... Kind of a big deal. And not JUST a boy, a realllllly adorable Polish boy that I have kinda half been crushing on for like a month. And he just broke up with his girlfriend (who, by the way, I saw a picture of. And let me just say, he made an upgrade just breaking up with her, she is not very cute. I'm such a bitch. But I can't help that I'm so much hotter than like 72% of everyone, especially hotter than people I don't like. Or know). My roommates were like "holy shit, did you guys make out?!?! Are you going to date him?? You guys are adorable!! You should make babies!" Um, first babies = horrifying. I've begun to develop a fear of babies, they are a little terrifying. No babies. For a long long long time. Second, I think I need like 5 more seconds of being single time before I jump into anything. I'm just starting to shut down my "I'm a heartbroken fool and I'm going to lie here on the floor where you knocked me down and just swim in my self pity because I will never love anyone ever again" party. But I think getting a little attention from a boy is helping me realize that having your heart broken isn't the end of the world!! Yeah! Things are looking up.
-Later in the day I found out I got the second highest grade in my GIS class. Fuck yeah. I worked my ass off in that class, and loved every second of it. Things are paying off.
-I went tennis shoe skating on a huge frozen puddle in the middle of an abandoned car lot. I almost died only once. Things are cold.
-I went on an outdoor adventure with my roommate Nicole, who told me she's moving out of our house because it's too crazy for her with all the unnecessary social-ness and she can't focus and she's never there anyways because of school and feels bad when she can't hang out ever. I totally understand her point though. I had though of the possibility of moving out a while ago, but then I learned how to be a bitch and tell people off and not get stepped on (thanks Melia!). But it was good because I got to hang out with her and catch up and eat pizza and drink a beer and then eat cupcakes at Mia's house. With rainbow chip frosting. Things are changing.
-Sunday I got the most bad ass (seriously, the MOST bad ass) tattoo ever, and it's healing wonderfully and I'm in love with it. And it was free, because I have the greatest friends that own a tattoo shop and they were bored on Sunday. The tattoo boys are fucking CHAMPS. Things are bad ass.

Ok, I think if I start by getting my laundry organized, I can get this room in order.
I'll be home next Monday. If you would like to be blessed with my presence between Monday and Sunday, call me or whatever and I'll see if I can squeeze you in to my OHSO busy schedule of learning how to knit and cutting construction paper Christmas cards and getting drunk with my sister(s) in Portland.


PS: Melia's a TWAT.
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[08 Dec 2008|01:57pm]
I have strep. Perfect timing! I have a paper to write that's due tonight, a final Tuesday, a final Wednesday, a final and project due Friday. I'm starting to feel all the credits I'm taking, crammed into this week.

But I do get to come home for a WHOLE week during Christmas, instead of the 3 days I thought I was going to be, super dooper! So I would like to see all sorts of good people when I'm around. I do not have a car, but I'm planning on bringing my bike up if I can. So plans of hanging outage will probably require you of driving. And my hair is being nice to me and I'd like to show it off before it becomes ugly again.

Also, if you like Christmas music if any kinds, you need to listen to Sufjan Steven's Songs for Christmas album. Check it out here: http://www.asthmatickitty.com/music.php?releaseID=63
I want to make babies with his voice. Him and Jens Lekman. In a 3 way.

The end.
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much to afraid to sing [28 Apr 2008|03:51pm]
I've tried to write all this emotional bullshit here, but it keeps finding the backspace button. Perhaps because I could probably win a blue ribbon if bottling up emotions was a competition at the state fair. I've found out in the last year that, surprisingly, I'm not as invincible as I had thought. Do you think that shit just happens to some people, and not to others? Like some chosen people get to take the blunt of the "shitty shit that happens to people in their lives" stick, while some people just get off scotch-free? I used to think that there was like a certain amount of crap that people have to go through in order to have a successful life, and some people (like myself) just get a shit-ton of that shit in their first 25 years, then get to live out the next 75 years easy as pie (who said pie was easy, anyways? Pie is super hard to make. Unless you buy the frozen kind...). But I'm coming to realize that really, most people in my circumstances (my age, in college, etc.) won't ever get to "experience" the things that I have, good or bad. Not even on a comparable level.
I've somehow trained myself to not ever get too comfortable, not get too attached to any person, place or thing, because with my luck as soon as I get kind of OK with a situation, shit happens. People leave. People change. I leave. Things break, get lost, wear out. I'm getting good at running away from problems, avoiding confrontation at all costs. I'm starting to find out, though, that it's probably not the best course of action.

I suppose that that was "open" for me. Probably more insight into the emotion jungle war in my head than has been visible, ever. I'm starting to let it out, little by little. It's a work in progress, at least I'm trying.
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Hepatitis is No.k. [04 Apr 2008|12:00am]
So. Here's the deal....
The only legit piercing/tattoo place in Bellingham has closed (and re-opened, under new sketchy owners) and I need new jewelry (which the new place doesn't carry). The previous owner, Megan Bussart, has apparently moved to Portland, who could blame her? We are all sad for our loss.
So, since I'll be in the Couve/Portland area this weekend, does anyone have any suggestions for a piercer place I can buy a new nose stud/ring and possibly get my ear pierced? A place where I hopefully won't get hepatitis or something of the sort. Any suggestions would be wunderbar.
K Thanks.
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mawage [26 Mar 2008|01:13am]
Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday.

So I went shopping today at Washington Square to buy a dress for my sister's wedding, right.
Somehow while eating my saffron rice, and my sister eating her terriyaki, we began to discuss the wedding, inevitably.
I decided awhile ago that I'm not going to get married, becuase it's dumb and so much money for one silly day and basically just completely too religious and governmentally centered. Really, what's the difference between saying "I promise to love you forever" in front of that one person versus saying it in front of some offical person? With the latter you get tax benefits and the big dude in the office upstairs says "good for you!" I bet the tax benefits are great and all, but really why should some people be allowed to have them and some not? It's bullshit! My sister's response was this (she's pretty conservative, she voted for Bush...): If the government allows just everyone to marry everyone, what's stopping people from marrying their dogs? If they love them, why not?
I pointed out that she compared gay people to dogs, in a mildly joking way. She got pretty frustrated becuase she didn't mean it that way. Regardless, we both agreed that the government has gotten way too involved in telling people what they can and can't do, and that not letting some people get married is just honkey tonk bullshit.

Besides all that, weddings are just way too much work. Even for the people not getting married, like for their little sisters.
Therefore, I won't be getting married, so don't expect any invatations from me. Ever.

Besides all that mumbo jumbo, life is 'aight. School is hard and I'm not doing as well as I would like, but I'm doing 'aight. My mother is bat-shit crazy like always, but the other family is grand. I have great friends and an amazing boy. I like him a lot. A lot a lot. But I am the worst ever at communication so I fuck up a lot and get frustrated. I'm kind of a complicated person, I think. Difficult at times. I'm working on it.

All in all, today is loads better than it was 6 months ago. That's a good thing.
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[05 Mar 2008|06:18pm]
Out of pure desperation to NOT write a short, 2 page paper that was due on Monday, I find myself browsing the ol' LJ. Man, I used to find myself hilarious. Well, I still do, but I think now I actually am. Sometimes.

School is ridiculous. Who needs it anyways? But I did declare the other day, which I found much more exciting than I'm sure it actually was. Another thing I found much more exiting than it probably was: buying a niiiice Victoria's Secret bra yesterday. I feel like I'm moving up in society. And the step from Target to Victoria's is a good sized jump.

Know what is horrifying? Ugly babies. My feelings were reassured today with today's Natalie Dee comic.

Check it out. Hilarious.

I swear, if I ever have a baby, and it's ugly, I will so sell it to the gypsies. Or I'll just trade it in for a better one.

Ok, back to writing about the cause of the rifting of Pangea at the end of the Triassic period, and about how old scientists theories were wrong, which is usually the case. Whooo! SO FUN.
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[20 Oct 2007|11:43pm]
Hey, if anyone wants pictures in Molly's slideshow, send them to me right now or they aren't going on it.

Email: dara.kay.merz@gmail.com

All pictures are cool, drunken pictures, little kid pics, whatever.

I'm working on it for the next few days, but as soon as possible is great. Also if you have any specific songs you want in it, let me know what it is if it is downloadable, and if its not and you can somehow send it to me via email or this that's fine.
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[18 Sep 2007|03:57pm]
After 16 long, hard days, the world is slowly starting to turn again. Let me stress slowly. Like dial-up internet slow. Like the line at the DMV slow. Like the movement of tectonic plates slow. Slow.
Today's the first day I've eaten without feeling like puking, which is a major improvement. But the feeling of being Incredible Hulk punched in the stomach every five seconds is still there.
I decided that the usual greeting "how are you doing today?" is the most annoying pointless routine ever. Damn near nobody actually cares how the hell you are doing. I've gotten used to responding with a "mphrblgh" or a "well, ya know..." and keeping it very ambiguous, instead of a "you have no idea".
And as much as I believed myself to be strong, that I could deal with anything, that I was ready for it all, I never imagined how wrong I could be.
And even still, reality hasn't found it's way into my life just yet.
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[03 Jul 2007|10:23pm]
[ mood | peaceful ]

why hello wide world! i've missed you!
"wha'ts with dara?" you ask... and here you are, some thoughts straight outta the shooter:
"i think i need to change my lil ole icon, the PWNED thing isn't really funny any more..."
"i could live off tuna fish, cherries, oatmeal, bread and carrot sticks for the rest of my life."
"i need an adventure. i need to travel."
"ive been doing lots of thinking lately, and i tend to scare myself when i think. i over-think things, over analyze things that could probably just be left alone. boo."
"in the last two days, i've realized really why i am going to college and why i didn't drop out and become a farm hand picking cherries. thank you education."
"i really hate being ignored. it's just pathetic, really."
"i think i might buy a bike real soon."
"is it sad i've only talked to my mother for 5 minutes in the past 2 months, and she only called to get my sister's phone number? typical."

that's enough for now. i could go on for ages, believe it or not.
so here's some questions for YOU, whoever might read this!
how have you been? what have you been up to? if your right hand was a stamp, what would it say? what do you call a blind deer? what's tomatos? what is a good book to read? are you doing anything exciting for the fourth? do you even like fireworks? what's your favorite band/artist/group at the moment?
i would like to know.

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Hmmmm.... [21 Mar 2007|06:42pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Who woulda guessed I forgot about this thing?

It's true.

LJ is back alive. And thriving with the same amazing energy that Minkus (the hamster) finds at 3:30 am when he's running towards an imaginary oblivion (yeah, pretty sure that word isn't remotely right. but i'm not an english major, i don't care...) in his little blue wheel of love...

Wow, that was trying way to hard.


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[23 Dec 2006|07:38am]
im back from sailing around the world... as of december 7th! it was pretty rad, and by "pretty rad" i mean something much more than amazing/splendiferous/other words i cant think of right now... but more to come on that.... in more exciting and much more recent news:

welcome to the world Jayden Michael Bruce Flexer!!! born at 2:20am december 23rd (today!), 8lbs 8oz, 21 inches, probably the most adorable little boy ever in all of history. but ill post pictures and stuff later cuz i just got home from the hospital and was there since 6:30pm, so im a WEE bit tired.
ok all, im getting some sleeeeep!
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Is Daft Punk playing in YOUR house? [10 Aug 2006|05:23pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Well, me neither, but LCD Soundsystem is! Whoot whoot!


1 day (till Jenny Erickson comes and visits.
6 days left of work/the big boss is taking the lab crew out to lunch.
6 days till (supposibly) my laptop will come in the mail. Only a year behind most of my college-bounded friends.
7 days till a possible trip to Bellingham? We'll see....
12 days till I leave for San Diego.
14 days till I board my big blue boat.
16 days till we depart from Ensenada, Mexico to our first stop in Hawaii.
120 days till I will be back in Washington.

On that note, goodbye LiveJournal.
You have been good to me.
Thank you for letting me rant/complain about anything and everything.
Thank you for letting me tell all my funny stories so my friends don't have to hear them 787 squillion times. Sorry that plan didn't really work.
I hope you miss me.

Loves forever and always,

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[04 Aug 2006|04:54pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Topic: Curtains/bargining/earth quake.

Part 1: Curtains
So in my sister's room, where the computer is, she has her bed which she uses as her chair for the computer. And the window is next to her bed. And her curtains are on the wall, above the window. But these nifty little curtains are too nifty to slide between her bed and the wall, so they just rest on the top of her bed. Me, being the genius I am, jumped onto her bed, landing on the curtains and tearing the screws holding up the curtain rod straight out of the wall. This, naturally, caused the curtain rod to fall, which naturally fell on me. It didn't hurt much.

Part 2: The Bargin
After leaving the curtains and rod on the floor next to her bed till she got home, only because I'm lazy, I decided to try and fix the darned thing. Well, in the midst of trying to find the lost screws on the ground, I found lots of goodies that my sister had dropped off her computer table, including: a necklace, some beaded thing (she said they were prayer beads), a single earring, a picture, a dollar, 3 quarters and 2 pennies. So, I decided to try and bargin the crap for gas money. Even though I stole all of her stuff, and sold it back to her, I got a hefty $17! Helllllla! And the other part of the deal was to go go fix the curtains. Realizing that the holes where the screws used to be were stripped, and that we had no more screws anywhere, I decided I'd just stick the screws back in the holes and hang it back up. It would be fine if nobody else knocked it down. Right? Sure.

Part 3: The Earthquake
So I'm sleeping nice and sound, when I kind of half conciously wake up because I was shaking a bit on the couch. Not thinking really anything about it, and completely oblivious to the fact that it's an earthquake, I start to fall back into my nice comfy sweet forbidden fruit that is sleep. Within seconds, I reawake to my sister running out into the livingroom yelling "Dara! Dara! Are you OK?!?" "Uhhhh, yeahhhh..." "We just had an earthquake! It was really big!" "Oh. Ok. What time is it?" "Like 2ish." "Uh, ok" and I roll over and go back to sleep ending our conversation. The next morning, she tells me that she had thought it was a really big earthquake because it knocked the curtains off the wall, falling on to her and waking her right up.


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[01 Aug 2006|04:30pm]
[ mood | frustrated ]

if growing up is seriously going to be this stressful,

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[19 Jul 2006|04:15pm]
like a week ago i was driving home from work, and getting off of SR500 on to Andresen. and i was sitting way back because there was traffic. forever. what the hell? there's never this much traffic on Andresen... Jerks! so after what seemed like forever, i finally get to move and as im just turning at the stop sign leading on to Andresen, i notice that the two lanes going the opposite direction are stopped. not at the light, just randomly like there was an invincible stop light before the real one. as i drove past them, i noticed that the invincible stop light happened to be a mama duck and about 10 baby ducks waddling across freaking Andresen and the people i was getting pissed off at for being retarded drivers actually ended up being good people that don't run over ducklings.
it made me smile.
seriously, if people would just take the time to stop for duckies crossing the street (metaphorically. and literally i suppose.) the world would be such a better place.
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[16 Jul 2006|01:13am]
[ mood | owwwweeeeee ]

life is rough being a lobster.

and i would like to thank all of you that showed up to the car wash for my sister's poor cat that almost died. really apreciate your considerate donations and support in this trying time.

and none of you get thanks or appreciation. because none of you came. jerks. but we made our goal nonetheless.

p.s. Martina McBride has THE most amazing voice in the history of forever. no questions.

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