Name: Lori Jenna Cinar, DUH Birthday: 8/14/91 Sign: Leo Where do you live: Paramus, NJ Righty or lefty: Right
Where is your favorite place to shop: the mall, DUH Color: Depends on the day. Green most of the time. Number: Don’t get me started about numbers… Boys Name: Anything that starts with a D; Damien, Danny, Dorian, etc. Girls Name: Chloe Animal: I like lions? lol Movie: I can never get tired of The Wedding Singer Juice: orange Breakfast: cereal!
HAVE YOU EVER
Given anyone a bath: not that I can recall, lol Smoked: wouldn’t you like to know… Gone skinny dipping: don’t get the point. Eaten a dog: yes, last summer. Loved someone so much it made you cry: only at the sad parts Broken a bone: do teeth count? they’re bones, right? Been in a physical fight: only with the little lizard! Been in a police car: haha nope Swam in the ocean: DUH. Fallen asleep in school: Only once Ran away: I never knew where I would go Cried in school: yes, unfortunately Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: erm, no. people really do that?
WHAT IS ———————————————————————————————
Your good luck charm: can’t rely on one Best song you ever heard: can’t get tired of Sleepy Head by Passion Pit What’s your room like: L shaped. Painted dark raspberry. Has a really shaggy white carpet (which sucks to vacuum!) with lots of cool stuff in it. Last thing you ate: Almonds, exciting right? Do you believe in karma: I guess so, but it takes too long to come back around
HAVE YOU HAD ———————————————————— Chicken pox: Yup Sore Throat: like once a month Stitches: Yeah, on my left index finger after i sliced it open Broken nose: I think I might die if I broke it. I love my nose.
DO YOU ——————————————————————
Believe in love at first sight: No Like picnics: never been on one Like school: it’s where I met all my best friends What schools have you gone to: 3: Cliffside Park School #6, Hovnanian Armenian School, Bergen Tech HS Would you eat a live hamster for $1,000,000 dollars: no Who was the last person that called you: Linny What makes you laugh the most: KEVIN PETER CORDOVA (and Wonder Showzen)
LAST PERSON ——————————————— You yelled at: Kavan for hanging up on me
DO YOU/ARE YOU ——————————————————————————————
Do you like filling these out: Not much else to do.. Do you wear contacts or glasses: I’ve always wanted glasses, now that I need them, I never wear them. Sad story, right? Do you like yourself: Depends Do you get along with your family: Yes. Obsessive: DONT TOUCH MY STUFF!! Drives me insane.
What are you listening to right now: Starstruck, Lady Gaga What car do you wish to have: I like the one I drive Where do you want to get married: who thinks about these things?
If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be: that I censor myself a lot, but at the wrong times. Are you double jointed: You don’t even know. I don’t know anyone who’s more stretchy than me. Last time you took a bath: November 2008. The last movie you saw at the cinemas: Alice in 3D - not bad Do you like scary or happy movies: I never liked scary movies Black or white: Black Vanilla or chocolate: Vanilla Silver or Gold: Silver Diamond or pearl: Diamond Cats or dogs: neither Are you the oldest, middle, youngest or only child: oldest (aka FAVORITE)
I’m not a very emotional person. Some things annoy me, or get me mad, but not too often. The one thing that does really stir up a lot of emotion in me, one of the few things I’m really passionate about in my life, is something really horrible. A genocide.
This is no history lesson, it’s not meant to be. But the reason this one thing makes me want to scream and cry and just lose it needs to be described a little. 95 years ago today, in the year 1915, Ottoman Turks began a mass genocide on the Armenian people. My people. If you don’t know anything about this Genocide, I urge you to find out. Every time I find out more details about the Turk’s strategies and their motives, it sickens me more and more.
Men were forced to dig their own graves and shot immediately afterward. Women and children marched through the desert for months without food or water and were raped repeatedly along the way. Turkish soldiers devised games for killing like killing pregnant women and seeing who guessed the sex of her unborn baby correctly. It’s revolting. It’s insane.
What’s really the issue with this genocide is that fact that it’s DENIED. The American government refuses to recognize it for purely political reasons. What’s sicker? The genocide, or this insane denial?? I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t care if they think it was a military plan gone wrong, or that there were deaths on both sides. I don’t want to listen to any excuses anymore. I watched a documentary a few days ago where elderly survivors were telling their stories. To see the intensity in that old man’s eyes… it was like he was living it all over again. Just screaming at the camera, tears rolling down his face. The old woman who barely looked strong enough to get out of her seat crying with all the energy in her. Standing up and yelling “They killed my sister! Right in front of me. They killed her!" I hate to see it. Why can’t people put it all aside and let these people see a day where their ancestors are remembered? Why can’t we let the ONE AND A HALF MILLION Armenians rest in peace? What’s so wrong with it? The Jews are recongnized for their Holocaust and the people in Darfur are being recognized now. But 95 years later and the Armenian’s still have nothing. Will I live to see the day when my people will be given what they deserve? They can never get their loved ones back, but they deserve something. In my lifetime, will I be able to see the recognition of the Armenian Genocide?
I pray for those souls who lost their lives. And I pray for the survivors who built the generation I came from. They are the bravery that make me the strong young person I am today. I live my life for them. I am so proud to be an Armenian. I wouldn’t have it any other way. April 24, 1915 - if no one else remembers you, I will.
i read this just as i was thinking to myself “you gotta stop that, lori”. i always let people borrow my stuff or help them when i really don’t want to or say “it’s OK” when it’s really not and stuff like that. i was just about to go to bed when some girl on my floor who never talks to me asked me if i had a pencil sharpener, of all things. i coulda just said no and gone to bed, but i said yes. and idk what she’s doing with it in her room for the past 7 minutes, but im still waiting for it. i need to take control. so thanks for writing this michelle, i needed to hear it from someone else.
“But they all didn’t see the little bit of sadness in me. I’ve got some issues that nobody can see and all of these emotions are pouring out of me. I bring them to the light for you. It’s only right. This is the soundtrack to my life.”—Soundtrack 2 My Life
Ugh. I have had such a stressful day. So much stuff to do and no time for anything I actually want to do. But I let my thoughts be my “relaxation”. By that I mean I do a lot of wondering and daydreaming when I get a spare second.
I had this thought recently and I didn’t really get into it too much and I don’t know why but I thought about it again today and thought I’d share it. Ever since I was younger I always thought that numbers had a masculine or feminine quality to them. Most even numbers are feminine and most odds are masculine, but there are exceptions. I know this may sound really weird, but think about it. If you had to decide whether the number 15 was a boy or a girl, what would you say? I think 15 is a girl. 16 is a girl too. 17 is a boy. 18 is a boy. 19 is a girl. I know i sound crazy, but just go with it.
So I was explaining this idea to a friend of mine today and someone overheard us and asked me if I knew what numerology was. She asked me what my birthday was and told me I was a 6. I had no idea what she was talking about so i wikipedia-ed it. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numerology) She basically added all the digits in my birthday. (08/14/1991 - 8+1+4+1+9+9+1=33, 3+3=6) So numerology is apparently associated with the occult. Which was weird. But it’s also a science and was important back in the day and junk. And so I’m clicking around on wikipedia and I find that Armenian was a language constructed with numerology. WEIRD! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armenian_numerals) So I then told an Armenian friend of mine who told me that the original Armenian periodic table of elements was formed based on numerology. Each letter stands for a number and the words that were created to name each element were made with letters that added up to the element’s atomic number. Is this some crazy shit or what?? And I find this out all because I think 3 is a boy. Insane.
On another note, this is just another reason why I love being Armenian. So much cool junk about it that I don’t even know. I was also really glad to find out one of my crazy ideas was actually a real thing I never knew about. It really made my day.
I thought it would just be fun to write my name in Armenian on here…
So my little sister came to visit me at school this weekend. (Just a little side note here - she was the one to get us into a frat party last night. Just saying.) Well the fun was had last night, and now we’re bored. So we went online in search of things to do here in my dorm room. We stumbled upon this site, http://people.msoe.edu/~taylor/humor/bored.htm, which is a list of 236 Things to Do When You’re Bored. Let me just say that it’s a rather creative list. I thought I’d share some of the more interesting ones….
6. Sharpen your teeth
11. Wash a tree
18. Mow your carpet
22. Listen to a painting
24. Buff your cat
25. Raise professional racing ferrets
32. Recite romantic poetry… to your toaster
37. Shoot at a fire hydrant; 38. Apologize to it
41. Plant a shoe
63. Ride a loaf of bread
104. Sand a mushroom
110. Have your cat bronzed
113. Sleep on a bed of nails; 114. Don’t toss and turn
133. Apply for a Unicorn Hunting License
135. Do a good job
137. Be a side effect
187. Play cards with your swimming pool
199. Find out how many ways there are to really skin a cat
Does xanga count as a blog? I think it does. Well, that was my first blog. I’m pretty sure I deleted mine in 7th grade. (Side note - I just got a call from my two great friends Jaime and Emily asking me if I knew what hummus was made out of. When I answered ‘chick peas’ they screamed and said “NOW WE KNOW WHO TO CALL IF WE’RE ON WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE!” it made me smile. I love things that make me smile.) Anyway, I deleted that a long time ago. And here I am now, with a new blog. I wanted to start this blog not because I think people will care about what I have to say so much, but so that I can stay in contact with the rest of the world, cause I have a fear of being out of the loop. I want to know what’s going on, so I hope this will help lol. I have a feeling it will be just be a time-eater-upper, but who knows. I also want a blog so I can be more comfortable being myself. I want to just write stuff without editing it a million times so I don’t sound too “this” or too “that”. I want to just put myself out there just as I am. Also, I’m a good writer, and I want to develop it, because I’m really not getting any development from papers I write for school. I just bang 5 pages out to say I wrote 5 pages. So these are the reasons for my tumblr. And even if no one reads this, at least if I don’t delete it like I deleted my xanga, I’ll have memories to look back on in a couple of years (like Michelley did with her MySpace in Tangel’s class. Yes Shelly, you inspire me).