Out for a night on the town in Paris...

Fall break

2006-10-08T00:14:00.000-04:00

Today was the first day of fall break. Yay! Ashmita gave me her cold, though, so I'm sniffly and a little sore-throated. Luckily, the viral invasion didn't stop me from having an action-packed day; I went into Boston and studied for four hours at the Peet's in Harvard Square. By the end of those four hours, I had made conditional sentances my bitch. Oh yeah.

I'm not a complete loser. Last night I went to Boston to hang out with Naomi. Lauren and Sara joined us later and we went out for yummy Japanese food- I even ate something that contained fish! We also stopped at a Japanese grocery and I got some strawberry flavored rice cakes. They have red bean inside. On a completely unrelated note, Silk is now carrying coffee flavored soy milk. I had some yesterday and I approve.

For the first time since I've been at Swells, our fall break is an actual break. Some of us were considering going to NYC (so I could visit my li'l bro!) but we ended up not going. And just recently I found out that Dana and Marie are home this weekend for their fall breaks. Ack! Why am I still at Wellesley? I should have gone home for some Buffalo fun!

It's Lake Day...

2006-09-27T10:29:00.000-04:00

...and in the great Wellesley tradition I went to class anyway. Then I tried to go to the lab so I could study for my practical on Friday, but there was a mysterious class there. It wasn't on the list outside the door and it hasn't been there for the past three weeks, so where did it come from and what was it doing in my lab?

So yesterday I spent the day in the Science center. I had class, then I had lab, then I studied and then I went to the Bio majors dinner and it was lots of fun. I learned that a surprising number of faculty and students have brushed their teeth in the science center at one point, and that all of the professors have fallen asleep at their desks. They also fed me yummy Thai food and gave me a nifty blue nalgene that says "Wellesley College Biology" on it, in case I forget what I'm majoring in. After dinner, I went to lab.

In other news, Greek is valiently trying to kick my butt, but I'm having none of it. We have a midterm on Monday, and by that time I will fully understand and be able to conjugate at will the present and aorist subjunctive and optative active verb forms for all the verbs we have learned. (Today we went over first declension nouns that have funky endings and I cried a little inside. I feel that tomorrow we may go over second declension nouns that have funky endings and I may cry a little inside then, too. We haven't learned any third declension nouns yet, but I'm a little scared of them and I think there's a great possibility that they all have funky endings.) I'm beginning to believe that the reason the ancient Greeks had so much success with philosophy and math and goverment and art (and pretty much everything) was that you had to be a genius to learn how to speak the language, and once they leaped that hurdle, everything else was easy. Because frankly, what is the Pythagorean theorum compared to a paragraph of words in no particular order with no spaces and no punctuation and verbs whose subject and meaning depends on context and neuter plural nouns which take singular verbs (and many more crazy things which I have not yet learned)? The Pythagorean theorum is a piece of cake, is what it is.

Dear World,

2006-09-16T20:01:00.000-04:00

Hello. I'm back.
I have an 8-12 page paper on Jesus due on Tuesday- on reading I have not yet completed- but in the spirit of procrastination, I have decided to update you on the status of my life instead of doing my work.

I began this semester with two resolutions in mind: to procrastinate less and to have more fun. I am happy to report that I've been having a lot of fun. I am also only procrastinating for three out of my four classes. Next week I'll do better.

I have a pretty varied course load this semester. I jumped in to ancient Greek, secretly hoping that it would be an easy A because I have a background in modern Greek. Hah. I have it easier than everyone else because the words and some of the grammer is not completely alien, but it is nowhere near an easy A. On the plus side I'm actually enjoying it. Next semester I'll take Greek 102, the semester after that I'll take Plato and the semester after that I'll take New Testament Greek and be able to read the New Testament in its original form. Yay!

On a related note, I'm also taking a course called Jesus of Nazareth. We'll be studying portrayals of Jesus through the ages and ending with the modern search for the historical Jesus. It's going to be awesome. I'm writing my paper on the portayal of Jesus in the Gospel of Matthew. I hope I can write my second paper on one of the Bach pieces we're studying. I love Professor Hobbs!

My other two classes are Histology and Brain & Behavior. We're dissecting sheep brains for the B&B lab, so I'm a happy camper. This Thursday is our last dissection, though. Le sigh. Then we're experimenting on crayfish, which I'm a little freaked out about. It's all very humane, but still. Histology lab is not as exciting- two hours of looking at slides.

Hm- there's a group of people singing Kelly Clarkson across the hall. Which reminds me; I've seen a lot of guys on campus this semester. I saw, like, five last week and none of them were accompanied by women. It was insane. (The men across the hall are singing "A Whole New World!" In harmony!)

Well, I can procrastinate no longer. I'm going to run away to the living room where I can't hear the party going on across the hall and I can read Matthew in peace.

Happy Birthday, Kelly Cooper!

2006-04-09T00:50:00.000-04:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELLY!!!!

You are da bomb, and I hope you have an awesome birthday. I don't have the hardcore technological skillz that you do, aka there will be no picture posting, but please imagine a sweet picture of us here in the space below:

Damn, we're hot.
Happy 20th Birthday!!!!!

Mint milanos= yummy

2006-02-16T16:01:00.000-05:00

You will all be happy to know that, contrary to popular belief, I have not fallen off the face of the earth and died.
So.
Wintersession was full of funness and bruises, but it was all worth it because there was some excellent beating of oppents and such by moi last weekend in the Tufts meet. Then this Sunday we're hosting the NEWMAC meet (I think that's the right name for it) and hopefully the beating of the opponents by moi will continue. Then the season's pretty much over. A bunch of people are going to regionals, so there's still practice, but no more meets for me. I'm ok with this because organic chemistry is eating my soul (and laughing evilly as it chews).
Marie's also going to be in town this weekend. Hopefully I'll get to see her and have some crazy Boston fun! Then next weekend my mom will be in town for a conference, so I'll get to see her. And I have this Monday off.
Nothing much else is new. I need to find a major advisor or two kind of quickly, but I'm not really buddy buddy with any of my ex-profs. Oh well. I'm just going to have to ask someone. Is this the type of thing you can preface with an e-mail? Or is it a march in to the office and ask face to face type of thing?

In other news- Hi Agata! Of course I remember you! How are you? How's school? Where and what are you studying? I hope things are good!

I love show tunes!

2005-12-13T16:58:00.000-05:00

I'm done with classes! Yay!
I also feel as if I could sleep for a month. And now on to the random survey that everyone is doing:
1. Initials: ECC
2. Name someone with the same birthday as you: Oh dear, I don't know anyone.
3. When was your last kiss? August
4. For or against same sex marriage? for it
5. Are you homophobic? nope
6. Are you bisexual? nope
7. Do you believe in God? Yes.
8. How many US states have you been to? 12 1/2 that I can think of (NY, PA, OH, MA, DL, MD, NJ, NH, VT, ME, FL, CA, Washington DC)
9. How many of the US states have you lived in? 2- NY and MA
10. Have you ever lived outside the US? France during the exchange, does that count? (stealing Kelly's answer)
11. Name something you like physically about yourself: Hmmm, I suppose my eyes. They're asymmetrical.
12. Name something non-physical you like about yourself: my generally optimistic personality. (Don't count this semester- I feel like I whined and complained my way through most of it.)
13. What is the current rumor traveling around about yourself? That I'm the hottest thing west of the Atlantic. I don't know!
14. What is your dream car? A cute little red mini cooper. Or maybe yellow.
15. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? Italy or Greece.
16. Have you ever had someone of the opposite sex over at your house while your parents were gone? Of course
17. How many concerts/shows have you gone to? Raffi (I think?), Backstreet Boys, Simple Plan, Flogging Molly, Journey and STYX etc, No Doubt, New Found Glory, Kilbrennen, a Kissmas Bash and three warped tours. Also I've been to the BPO a lot, but I don't know if those are being counted. Did I miss anything?
18. Do you download?: Nope.
19. How many illegal things have you done? I'm going to go with Kelly's answer and say "why would I write that in here?" I do just have to say, Twelfth Night and Plate lamp. Hahahaha.
20. Where would you want to go on a first date? Hm, I dunno. As long as I'm with someone I like it doesn't matter where I go.
21. Would you date the person who posted this? Besides the fact that she's not my type, she's already dating someone else. And UNLIKE her, I don't break up people's relationships. Teehee.
22. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally? I don't remember.
23. Ever been kissed under fireworks? I don't think so.
24. Do you like President Bush? No. The bastard.
25. Have you ever bungee jumped? No, but I think I'd like to sometime before I die. That and hang glide.
26. Have you ever white-water rafted? I think so.
27. Have you ever kissed two people in one night? family members on the cheek
28. Has anyone more than 10 years older than you hit on you? Yeah. It was kind of icky.
29. Are you interested in anyone right now? I am currently suffering from a lack of testosterone in my life. Man, I never thought I'd say that.

30. What song are you listening to right now? "Act 2:Let's Walk" from The Light in the Piazza.
31. What is your current favorite band? Yellowcard! And Jimmy Eat World!
32. What was the last movie you watched? Serendipity? It's a terrible movie, but I love John Cusack.
33. Who was the last person that told you they loved you? My parents?
34. Where was the last place you went besides your house? class. Whoohoo Founders Hall.
35. Have you ever vandalized someone elses property? I don't think so.
36. Has your property ever been vandalized? yes
37. What do you like most about your friends? They're so nice and funny!
38. Are you hungry right now? Um...yes.
39. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Whether or not they're on fire. (stealing Kelly's answer. Teehee.)
40. What really turns you on? Men. And French desserts.
41. What do you usually order from Dunkin Donuts? A garlic bagel and cream cheese.
44. Say something totally random about yourself: I'm going to peirce my nose with Dana in January. PS- I will look damn hot.
46. When was the last time you stayed up all night? AP Bio final project. *sigh*
47. Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv show? I love Kim Possible! Actually, I never watch TV, but if I did, the answer would be yes.
48. Do you have braces? not anymore!
49. Are you comfortable with your height? Sometimes I wish I was taller. But I suppose that's what heels are for.
50.What's the last thing you said? outloud? I said "bye!"
51. When do you know it's love? Romantic music plays. You just do!
52. Do you speak any other languages besides English? un peu de Francais and I can praise God in Greek. That's about it, though.
53. What kind of alcohol do you enjoy while out? wine! And girly drinks.
54. What magazines do you read? I don't read any usually.
55. Have you ever ridden in a limo? Senior Prom
56. Has anyone you were close with passed away? Yesish.
57. What are you doing tonight? eating dinner and beginning to study for chem and religion.
58. Whats something that really annoys you? Stealing Kelly's answer and saying gay republicans. Also, spineless people.
59. Whats something you really like? having fun with friends, travel, music <--Kelly's answers
60. Do you like Michael Jackson? No. Dude, he scares me.
61. Have you ever surfed? No. I feel that I would drown.
62. Favorite food: Mac and cheese. I'm a kid.
63. Do you drive? Yup! I love driving.
64. Whats the latest you have ever stayed up? All night.
65. Have you ever thought you were honestly going to die? I almost did once, but I don't remember it. Whoohoo birth.
66. Were you ever rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? Nope.

Happy Thanksgiving!

2005-11-22T10:33:00.000-05:00

First of all, I would like to inform the world that after break there are only two weeks left in the semester. Then I would like to inform the world that reading period has been sadly shrunk and is now only two days. Thirdly, I would like to inform the world that I'm not ready for finals yet, so can they please go away until a better time?
Actually, I feel that I have been slacking lately, so I won't complain anymore.
Here's a list of things that are due between now and the end of the semester:
My Religion paper (which I'm going to Brandeis to research for. I'm excited!) Due Dec. 12.
My second English paper. Due Dec. 2 (I think.)
My second Bio lab practical. Dec. 7 or 9. I forget. Apparently, lab practicals don't exist in the Chemistry world. Neither do lab reports. It's very unfair.
Third chem exam, also early December. For some reason I think it's Dec. 2, which makes me sad.
The Collegium Concert- Yay! That will be awesome!
Then my three lovely finals. Plus my English thing- I haven't decided yet whether I'd rather write a paper or do a take home.
All in all, looks like I'll be home around Dec. 22. Exactly a month!
Ahhhh- too much to do! *insert frenzied freaking out here*

Ok. Done.
Oh- but I feel that I should tell you that I have come up with a life plan. I shall marry both Fred and George Weasley. And then live happily ever after. The end.

Maximillian

2005-11-17T16:07:00.000-05:00

You know what sucks? My lab report sucks. Let me tell you why:
1. I spent a crapload of time writing it and I don't even think it's that good.
2. I skipped both of my classes today to finish it.
3. I got to lab and I thought to myself, This wasn't worth it. Why did I spend so much time on this stupid thing?
On the other hand it made me realize that I haven't put something off like this since my first semester, which means that (until now, at least) I am totally kicking procrastination's butt. (And I will say in my own defense to myself that I didn't think the experiment was going to be so flawed and that it was going to take so much time. Bah.)
Anyway, besides the lab report, lab was awesome as usual. In fact, this post is named after my mink, who is a grand and quite obese creature. Today as I was pulling chunks of fat out of him to get to his kidneys I thought of this speech from A Comedy of Errors where Dromio of Syracuse describes this cook who is making advances on him:

Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench and all grease;
and I know not what use to put her to but to make a
lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I
warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a
Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

I'm so mean to Max. But it's so true! He would burn for a week! Maybe more!

But moving on. This weekend is going to be very busy. On Friday I'm going to see When Harry Met Sally because it's being shown by the film society and I've never seen it. Then on Saturday we're leaving for Brown at 6:30am because the meet starts at 8. I'll be in Rhode Island all day and then the plan is to go home and do homework because on Sunday I am sleeping in and then going to see Harry Potter with Naomi! It shall be the highlight of my week.

My Anduraru

2005-10-27T10:15:00.000-04:00

Today, as some of you may know, is Lake Day, a day of theoretical fun and relaxation. Theoretical because we're all supposed to skip class and go eat lunch on Severance green and play games etc etc, except that no one skips class and lunch is generally pretty bad. Lake Day is always a secret, but it is usually (I thought always) on a Wednesday, so imagine my surprise and dismay when I woke up this morning and found the Lake Day slip under my door. Thursdays are my leave in the morning and not come back until it's dark day. Aka no Lake Day for me.
Oh well. So I pack up my stuff and head over to religion where approximatly ten people out of my fifty person class hand in papers (this is ok- I guess the rest of us are going to be handing in 10 page papers at the end of the semester) and Prof. Bernat starts lecturing about slavery and Andurarus.
Slavery wasn't a big part of the ancient Mesopotamian economy, although it figured prominantly in religion. Their creation myth says that people were greated to be slaves to the great gods (because the lesser gods got tired of being slaves.) Even though slavery wasn't a big part of the economy, the idea of an anduraru, literally a free and unhindered run, was an important idea. Andrurarus could be granted to free one from debt, a prisoner from prison or even to equalize the economy. And today, Prof. Bernat says, in honor of Lake Day, I am granting you an anduraru from class. Go out and have fun. DON'T go to the library and study. Go eat some gross fried dough.
And so we left.
I think I'm still in shock. I've never had a professor let us go for Lake Day before. This makes my week.
I have an 11:10 class, so there was no point in going back to my dorm. So I'm now in the Science Center, smiling and sharing the news of my Anduraru with the world. And yes, I'm not taking advantage of this to go to Lake Day, but the food really IS pretty bad, and I've been neglecting my poor blog lately.

For some reason yesterday was an awful day. I don't know why. It just sucked. (Well, except for fencing practice. I actually got something that I've never been able to do before - not that I remember what I did anymore- and Gamil was so happy he hugged me. For some reason he reminds me of my grandfather. Random.)
But anyway, I decided yesterday that I don't need a plan for my life and that I can do whatever the hell I want in the future because I'm that smart and talented and just cool in general. Plus, I went down to the lake and climbed over a fence and stood on a tree that had fallen into the lake and just stood there for a good half hour and it was wonderful. Then I walked back over Severence green and didn't use the foot paths and I realized that I'd never actually completely circumvented the foot paths before, so I was glad that I was finally doing it.
Anywho, the moral of the story is that I've been really stressed lately, but I've decided that that is no good. And that I can do well without being stressed and freaking out about my future and grad school and what I'm going to do. So I guess I gave myself an anduraru from stress yesterday. Hm- this week must be anduraru week.

My first visitor of the year!

2005-10-09T17:42:00.000-04:00

This week was midterm week from the nineth hell. My English paper was due on Wednesday, then there was my Bio midterm on Thursday and my Chem midterm on Friday. And it was also the first real week of practice. Yay!
We have a new assistant coach this year and he knows some lovely and exceedingly painful footwork drills. We did a Russian one that involved deep knee bends between each advance. I'm actually still sore from it- but randomly only my left leg. Which, incidentially, was NOT the leg I was lunging on. So I have no idea why its still sore.
Anywho, I left early from practice on Friday so I could go pick up Pete from the airport! And I took the Silver Line, which was much faster and less confusing than taking the shuttle from the Blue Line. (This is exciting information, I know.) Anywho, Pete and I met up with no problems and then went to go eat crepes at the amazing creperie in Harvard Square. I think that when my mom comes to visit for Family and Friends weekend I'm going to take her there. Actually, I plan to take anyone who comes to visit me there, so come visit me so I have an excuse to wantonly by crepes.
By the time we were done eating amazing French food it was rather late. We caught the 10:40 Sentate Bus back to campus and went right to bed.
Saturday dawned rainy and cold. Sara left early because she, and just about everyone else on campus, was going home for the weekend. Pete and I took the Senate bus in to Cambridge and then took the T to Quincy Market so we could eat lunch/breakfast at Cheers. Afterwards we hung out in some stores in the hopes that it would stop raining, but it didn't, so we walked to the aquarium, then followed the Freedom Trail backwards to Boston Common. We caught the T there and took it back to Harvard Square. We debated seeing a movie in the Harvard Square movie theater, but apparently it has a policy of never showing anything that I actually want to see. So we spent the rest of the afternoon in the Coop and this other bookstore across the street from the Coop. I started reading this book in the Coop called The Egyptologist that was really interesting.
Oh man- this is for Danana- Tamora Peirce has like, 70 million new books out. It's crazy! You know the Circle quartets? Well, she's written this new book where the four of them are "adults" aka 18 (which is NOT adult! I'm 19 and I'm not an adult!) and they've gone their separate ways. The parts that I read werent's so bad, which is good, I guess. And she's written another one about Alanna's daughter which I didn't look at because I feel that it will not be good and it upsets me. Oh well.
After the afternoon of books, we went back to Wellesley for dinner and ate in the student center which had the amazing rissoto back! Yay! I was beginning to think I'd never eat it again. Then we went back to Beebe and watched The Complete Works of Shakespeare (Abridged).
Today we had breakfast in Caz and then I put Pete on the Senate bus with directions how to get to Alewife (not difficult) so he can meet up with his film camp compadres. After he left I walked to the library and borrowed the new version of a Midsummer Night's Dream and Tootsie. Then I spent the rest of the day playing computer games and watching movies. As a result I'm kind of bored and not very hungry. I wish I had chloroplasts.
I beleive I shall go wash my hair and then maybe go to the campus center for some food, as I think all the dining halls are closed. Or maybe I'll just eat Ramen. Hm.

I like Dana's list thing better than that other one

2005-10-06T17:18:00.000-04:00

1. Last thing you burned while attempting to cook?
I don't remember. I haven't cooked in a while. :o(

2. Describe yourself in three words :
quiet, quirky and equiniminous (generally)

3. How long does it take you to get ready for your day?
Depends. Usually about 20 minutes.

4. Favorite place to blow $50?
Any bookstore anywhere

5. How many people have you thought were "the one"?
None, yet.

6. What is something that turns you off from the opposite sex?
Any sort of chauvinism. And talking down to me (although that's not limited to males.)

7. What kind of car do you drive?
A bright red Mini Cooper...I wish.

8. What's in your CD player right now?
Bach sonatas transcribed for guitar.

9. What celebrity would you have coffee with?
Johnny Depp. Then he could introduce me to Orlando Bloom.

10. What celebrity would you NOT have coffee with?
Julia Roberts.

11. What kind of toothpaste do you use?
The minty kind. I don't know!

12. What time do you go to bed?
Between midnight and two. This past week it's been after two. :o(

13. Last movie you saw?
Romeo and Juliet! Whoo Leo Dicaprio!

14. Last TV show you watched?
I don't remember.

15. Who is/are your best friend(s)?
Oh, la.

16. Who in your family do you best get along with?
My mom.

17. Who do you have a crush on?
Wouldn't you like to know!

18. What time is it right now?
5:26. I should go to dinner.

19. Are you planning a vacation/travel?
My little bro is coming to visit!!! I'm so excited!

20. When/Where was the last time you traveled?
Early September, to school.

21. How many times have you been in love?
None, yet.

22. How old will you be in 10 years?
29

23. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
Hopefully having a job. A husband or boyfriend would be nice too.

24. Sinful snacking weakness?
Everything. I like eating.

25. Rollercoasters?
They're ok. I don't scream, though, and I think they're more fun if you scream.

26. Ever run out of gas?
Nope.

27. Ever been on a train?
Yes! I even tried to finish my Anthro paper on the train on the way home last year. It didn't work.

28. Ever been on a blind date?
No, and I hope I never will be.

29. Ever been to Europe?
Yes! One year ago I was in la belle France!

30. What would you do if you could be the opposite sex for one day?
I would pee standing up.

31. Would you tell anyone it was really you?
Yeah, probably.

32. Ever been arrested??
Not yet.

33. Have a crush on anyone you work with?
No- I worked with all women this summer. And 40 year old men. Eeeeewwwww.

34. What is something you believe in?
Freedom of speech.

35. What is something you fear?
Dying alone and childless.

36. Big or small?
Big helping of ice cream? Why, yes, I like those.

37. What is the worst physical or emotional pain you have ever experienced?
Physical- either the day after my first Kung Fu class or the day after that one Kung Fu retreat Chelsea and I went to. Oh man- it hurt to breath.
Emotional pain- nothing too bad yet.

38. What is your favorite television show?
The Simpsons!

39. Ever photoshopped yourself to look better in a picture?
No- I have no skill.

40. Tell us something about your childhood.
I read a lot.

41. What would it cost for you to flash the person next to you?
A lot of money.

42. Best time to catch you in a good mood?
After you've given me cake.

43. If you could be anything for one day, what would it be?
Presidant of the US- it would be crazy times.

44. Most prized possesion?
My mind. (This is like, the third answer of Dana's that I've stolen.)

45. Would you ever sell it/how much?
No

46. What is one of your pet peeves?
Bad grammer.

47. Favorite kind of ice cream?
Black Raspberry.

48. Coolest thing that happened today?
I went to bio lab and looked at the digestive systems of a shark and a mink and it was AWESOME! I love the digestive system!

Memorial

2005-09-30T12:30:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was the one year memorial for my Uncle Glenn. He was one of the awesomest people I've ever met. If I had to pick one word to describe him, it would be vibrant. He was just filled with an overwhelming love of life. He was so alive and so interested in everything and always positive.
Uncle Glenn, you rock.

Noooooo!

2005-09-23T10:43:00.000-04:00

I don't want a livejournal! They're UGLY and I enjoy being difficult. Also, I refuse to conform. And thirdly....I enjoy my blog. So no. I shall be difficult and selfish. :oP
Now that it's almost the weekend again, I must write about last weekend because it was awesome. (I actually already wrote about last weekend, but I left it sitting for too long and blogger logged me out and it went away and I was annoyed.) Anyway, here's last weekend, take 2.
On Friday I went to go see Sin City at Collins Cinema and was scarred for life. It was a good movie and I enjoyed it, but it was so violent it made my eyes hurt. That ended around 9, so then I went home and played a fun puzzle game (that I totally kicked butt at) until the wee hours of the morning.
It turns out that this was not a good idea. My uncle called at 10 on Saturday because he was in the neighborhood (watching my cousin Elissa's soccer game) and wanted to pick me up soon so I could go see my grandparents (who I did not get to say goodbye to before I left because they were in Montreal). So up I got, cursing my dinning hall for not being open on the weekends and the Caz dining hall for not openeing until 10:30. But it was all good. The first thing my grandmother did was hand me half an apple when I walked in the door. It was yummy. Anywho, I spent Saturday hanging out at my aunt's house and finding out that Rug Rats had a new show called "All Grown Up." I watched it and it was CRAZY! They were all 12 or 13 and in middle school and it was insane! I felt old.
Saturday night my aunt and uncle had tickets to Elton John, so they dropped me off on the way to the concert. I got back to my room and did no work, because procrastination is my middle name, and then at 10:30 Sara and I headed out to Block Party on Tupelo lane.
What is Block Party, you say? Well, they opened up the old student center, Schneider, and the two art society houses and played loud rap music. The name is because they're all on the same street- Tupelo Lane. There was food and beer and sketchy men and sketchy men who tried to give me beer (ick!) and fundraiser stuff for Katrina as well. This Indian guy who graduated from MIT last year gave me his card and it was kind of funny. I don't mean that in a mean way. I guess you kinda had to be there.
Well, Block Party was a good time, but, of course, we left late and I realized on the way home that Sunday was Flower Sunday and I didn't have any flowers for my little sister. But it was two in the morning, so there really wasn't any place I could get flowers. So I decided to just get up early the next morning and pick some from around campus. It kind of worked; I got flowers, but I ended up missing my little sister probably by seconds. She'd already left when I went back in to look for her, so I decided to skip the service and do laundry instead. Then I did homework until I wanted to stab myself in the eye, so that was no good. Plus, I had more than I thought I did.
The highlights of this week so far have been:
~having my religion teacher cross dress for us on Monday. There's really nothing so akward as a half undressed man lecturing in front of a class while nonchalantly rouging his cheeks. It was funny, but not what I expected when I walked into class that morning.
~going out to lunch with my grandparents and my aunt on Wednesday. We went to Figs and it was yumtastic.
~anatomy lab on Thursday. We started dissecting our sharks and it was excellent. Just wonderful. Oh man. I just love anatomy.
~Going to see Romeo and Juliet with my English class, also on Thursday. That was also wonderful. The director set it in modernish times, but still kept the sword play and the set and costumes had a touch of period feel to them as well. It was a really nice melding of traditional and new. (For the party scene, they played a Gregorian chant type peice with a dance beat under it.) Also, the fight scenes were awesome. They did Florentine, and sword and dagger fighting and Tybalt did some sword and cloak fighting. It was lovely. (Afterwards the cast did a talk back with us and Romeo totally skipped out! The buttcheek.)
Since last weekend was so exciting, my plan for this weekend is to study study study, try to figure out if I can study abroad and plan my course schedule for the next two and a half years. I'm really excited, because I think I can double major in English and Biology and go abroad and not die, so I need to write it down before I forget or talk myself out of it.

I HAVE A HEDGEHOG!

2005-09-16T23:15:00.000-04:00

Avoiding binding energy

2005-09-11T23:20:00.000-04:00

I have had enough chemistry to last me forever.
Well, maybe that's a slight exaggeration. See, I think that I would find harder chemistry more interesting than intro chem. Not because I already understand all the easy stuff and I'm bored- in fact binding energy is currently kicking my butt. The problem is it's just not interesting and I don't caaaaaaare....and now I'm whining. But really, last Thanksgiving I was talking with my uncle who's an engineer and he just casually mentions that electrons are a cross between a wave and a particle, which is a really cool random fact in my opinion, but not something that gets discussed in intro chem. Which sucks. Because if we learned cool things like that then I'd be all about studying for chem.
But this is not a complaining post. This is an oh-man-my-weekend-was-cool post! Because oh man my weekend was cool!
It started on Friday night, after some lovely chem studying in the living room (when a random first year asked me if there was a party tonight. Did I look as if I knew whether or not there'd be a party that night? No- it was five o'clock and I was studying.) This lovely studying was followed by some dinner and then procrastinating back in my room. Life was pretty boring until around 10:30 when two RCCs burst into my room, in a desperate attempt to kidnap my roommate Sara and stop her from working. See, there was a devious plan in the works to steal (fencing team) Sarah's stuffed toucan because *K*** (RCC and epeeist extrordinaire) has a deep and passionate hatred for it. Also, she likes to torment Sarah, because that's how fencers show their love. So we ran downstairs where we met *K**** and another person (who I actually never got introduced to. Hm.) who had the toucan in hand. After locating a digital camera we took off for a tour of West campus and the student center. Some excellent pictures were produced, the best one being the one with the random high college boys. What were they doing on our campus? No one really knows. But they popped their collars (::shudder::) and the picture will traumatize Sarah for the rest of her life, so it's all good.
All in all, it was a well spent Friday evening.
On Saturday there was a sale on the lawn in front of the Chapel and just about everything was $1. It was excellent. I got flipflops and shower shoes that don't squeak and sound like a dying animal and a bombdiggity coat that makes me feel like Sherlock Holmes, plus some books. Afterwards Sara and I went to the campus center where I had what is possibly the best rissoto in the world. (I have no idea how to spell rissoto.) It is AMAZING and if you come and visit me I promise to take you there and get you some. Yes, I'm bribing you.
I meant to do some studying, but I chose instead to check out the new Backstreet Boys music video and was too traumatized for the rest of the night to do anything except play freecell and solitaire. You may think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not, and both Dana and Kelly will attest to the truth of my statement.
This morning I had an immensely long breakfast in Caz with Sara and Tara. (I am so out of the -ara loop.) By immensely long breakfast I mean we talked for an hour in the dining hall and then another hour after the dining hall closed. It was lovely. Then Sara and I returned to Beebe where I finished taking notes on the chem chapter, read an article about bones that was pretty interesting (sea urchins have teeth!) and discovered my complete incomprehension of my class notes concerning binding energy. I think the notes we got in class and the ones I took from the book are slightly different concerning how to find binding energy. Or maybe they're the same and I'm just being dumb, which is totally possible. I got tired of trying to think, though, so I gave up and wrote in here instead.

*Names censored for the participants safety.

I'm not a contralto!

2005-09-10T19:19:00.000-04:00

You are a Contralto. That rare breed with the rich
and creamy voice. You are earthy and
together... and always working.

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Crazies! As much as I wish I was a contralto I'm clearly a soprano and clothed.

The Shady Dame of Seville...

2005-09-09T21:00:00.000-04:00

...is what I'm listening to right now. And I'm enjoying it.
My first week of classes went well. Let's see. I'm taking Chemistry and working pretty hard already. (I should probably be working harder. I will be soon!) I really like the professor and I haven't vastly not understood something yet, so so far so good.
Comparative anatomy and physiology is going well. I've only had one class and lab was cancelled last Thursday, but I'm looking forward to it beginning. We're dissecting a shark and a mink, as well as other things probably. Intense excitement.
Shakespeare is uneventful. (I was late today. Long lunch.) Last night my class and some others went to see The Comedy of Errors (which we're also reading in class.) It was quite funny, although not as funny as the Shakespeare in the park one. I don't remember much about that production, just that I laughed really hard a lot.
Witches, Goddesses and Queens is interesting. I'm thinking maybe of switching my majors to Bio and Religion, and then I could do a concentration in Near and Middle Eastern religions. Maybe? That would be awesome. I'd prefer to do a concentration in early Christianity/Orthadoxy, but we have approximatly zero courses about Orthadoxy and there's only one History course about the Byzantine empire (and I took it last semester) so I don't know if that concentration can happen. Plus, both the religion courses I've taken/am taking are about Near and Middle Eastern religions. Or maybe I should start taking classes about Christianity. Or maybe I'm insane.
I feel so fickle.

Reviving my poor nearly dead blog

2005-09-05T18:40:00.000-04:00

Hello!
I'm back at school and reviving my nearly dead blog as promised.
So how have you all been? I've been good. I left for school on Friday the second with dad and cousins in tow. We dropped my cousins off in Stoneham (where their mom was waiting for them; they live in Manchester, NH) and then continued on to Lexington without a hitch. On Saturday my dad, my aunt, two of my cousins and I went to the beach, where I took a nap and woke up sunburned. The moral of the story is, don't work inside during the summer. Around two in the afternoon we went back to my aunt's where I showered and ate mac and cheese, although not at the same time. Then my other cousin, Julia, came home and we left for the Greenday Concert!
First I messed up by taking the first exit to the 95 instead of the second, so for two minutes I was going north instead of south. Luckily I quickly realized my mistake. The rest of the trip to the concert was fine.
The concert was excellent. And as I am an extremely lazy person that's all I'm going to say about that. Except maybe that if Greenday asked me to marry them, I'd say yes. Yes, all three of them together.
The ride home was more of an adventure. It took us an hour to get out of the parking lot and going in the right direction. Not because of anything I did, this time. But because the traffic was so bad. Once we got away from all the concert traffic things went well until I stayed on the 93 instead of getting on to the 95 which resulted in me driving around Boston for over an hour. The good news is, nothing terrible happened, so maybe someday I'll actually go driving in Boston again by choice.
On Sunday I moved in, unpacked, went to dinner with fencers in Pom, helped Kerry paint her room purple, actually won a game of rummy cube and went to bed late. Today I slept in, got books, saw Bride and Prejudice and tried to find a job on campus. So far I've failed, but it's only been one afternoon, so I'm optimistic about the future. Speaking of which- tomorrow is the first day of classes, so I'm signing out.

Gasp I'm a liberal!

2005-05-09T13:39:00.000-04:00

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELLY COOPER!

2005-04-08T22:32:00.000-04:00

One thousand and one massive happy birthdays to Kelly!!!!!
Ok- too many memories for words, but that's not going to stop me.
Remember in 1st grade, when I met you and you were best friends with Nick B? But then we realized that boys had cooties, so in 5th grade we showed them who was boss when Marie dumped a bucket of water on David S's head. (AND THE PLAY. Hottest peice of theater EVER!)By that time we had proof that boys were dumber than girls because of THE BEST STORY EVER....and both sequals. In elementary school we also did gymnastics together and girl scouts on Tuesday nights and we ate dinner together! And we hated pink! AND BARBS ROCK MY WORLD!
Middle school was ruled by the Backsteet Boys, which were and ever shall be the best vocal group ever!!! You have excellent taste! And we went to five million BSB concerts...and remember that time at the mall, it was 84 days I think, and you had a little too much cappuccino? That was awesome! And dialogues and team 7B and Mith Peirth and Mr. Illuzzi- remember the time he dropped a book on Peter Fox's head? And him being scared of Chelsea and throwing chalk! And annoying Mrs. Waldron after school. And hanging out with Mrs. Horvatis and Mr. Ryan after school. And the time Mr. Horvatis taped your mouth shut? Hahaha. ECOLOGY CAMP. Don't be like the toilet paper, dragging up the rear! If it's yellow let it mellow, if it's brown flush it down! And the Bone Lady and Dr. Alimo and Mr. Dulair. "SOMEONE has sabatoged our project!" Hahahahaha. And your study in 9th grade.
Oh, and Mrs. Alks and Erie County Choir and JOHN and ALTO POWER forever and gold with distinction.
Ok- Highschool with Meetze and Mrs. Putnam and our hot hot hot hot HOTTT English project and winter camping with the Burkhardt troop. And we made friends with BOYS. It was intense. Remember how our fourth grade selves would kill us? Like, it would be bad. Yet hysterically funny to talk to them. AP American and AP bio- Plant Woman forever! Monocot and Dicot. We were the best sidekicks ever. And Brian the superhero! Oh my giddy aunt- and France and French exchange students. And how all the Americal girls loved Elric and the time he fenced Sam in epee, back in the day when we didn't know and love epee with all our beings. And Simple Plan concerts and Warped Tour (oh yeah warped tour this year) and both Proms and Gold award (or lack thereof- hahaha) and more winter camping and tons of hot-as-it-comes quotes of the week. Plus, Starbucks.
Then we graduated, which kind of sucked, but we had the best summer ever. Timmy Ho's runs in the morning and seeing everybody off. And winter vacation. Then you and Marie came to see me and we partied it up like whoa in Boston. St. Paddy's day in Boston- yeah Guinness. And you're a Wild Irish Rose. Come back and visit me again soon!
But most of all and most importantly, you are my best best best best best best best friend and ALWAYS will be and I will always be here for you and love you and beat down stupid boys for you... hehe. So I hope you have the bestestestest birthday ever! (My care will only be a few days late....) I MISS YOU! And I can't wait to see you soon!!!

Boondock Saints!

2005-04-04T13:56:00.000-04:00

Look at me go!
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Jumping on the Bandwagon!

2005-04-01T23:28:00.000-05:00

b a s i c s
1. name: Elizabeth
2. single / taken: taken
3. sex: female
4. birthday: 3/9/86
5. siblings: 2 brothers
6. hair color: dark brown
7. eye color: dark brown
8. shoe size: 8
9. height: 5'2 and 3/4"
r e l a t i o n s h i p s
1. who are your best friends?: Well, Kelly is my best best best best best friend, but I love all you Cove people!
.2. do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: yuppers!
f a s h i o n s t u f f
1. where is your favorite place to shop: some place cool. And cheap.
2. Any tatoos or piercings: nope
p e c i f i c s
1. do you do drugs?: nope!
2. what kind of shampoo do you use?: it varies
3. what are you most scared of?: hard question....probably whatever scary stuff my mind makes up
4. who is the last person that called you?: Kelly!
5. When do you want to get married?: When I'm ready
6. what would you change about yourself?: I'd like to have more self confidence. And maybe a sense of direction for my life.
f a v o r i t e s
1. color: I love all colors except brown. I hate brown.
2. food: MAC AND CHEEEEEEESE!
3. boys names: George, Demetri, some others. I love names.
4. girls names: Anne, Margaret, lots of others.
5. subjects in school: I like all my classes
6. animals: mice
7. sports: Fencing! (Yeah Wellesley!) and martial arts
h a v e y o u e v e r
1. given anyone a bath?: when i was babysitting
2. smoked?: no
3. bungee jumped?: not yet
4. made yourself throw up?: no
5. skinny dipped?: no
6: ever been in love?: I'll get back to you on that
7. made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: no
8. actually seen your crush naked?: no
9. cried when someone died?: yeah
10. lied: who hasn't?
11. fallen for your best friend?: no
12. been rejected?: no
13. rejected someone?: yes, but as nicely as I could
14. used someone?: no
15. done something you regret?: yeah
c u r r e n t
clothes: jeans and one of my many black tank tops
music: watch ticking
annoyance: my lack of tiredness
book your reading for class: The Dawn of Human Culture, or something. It sounded interesting, but it's not. Or maybe it's just badly written...too much passive tense.
in dvd player: nothing
color of toenails: toenail colored
a s t p e r s o nyou touched: Don't remember
you IMed: Kelly
you yelled at: Don't remember. Probably Mike.
you kissed: Don't remember
a r e y o u
understanding: generally
open-minded: I try to be
arrogant: I try not to be
insecure: sometimes
interesting: I try! (But not very hard)
random: yes
hungry: Yes, actually.
smart: I hope!
moody: Hell yeah. Damn hormones- it didn't used to be like this!
organized: No! Organization is for the weak
shy: yes
difficult: I try my best
attractive: I guess
messy: yup!
r a n d o m
In the morning I: set my alarm a half hour early and turn it off
before I fall asleep: i think
love is: Unimaginably wonderful!
o p p o s i t e s e x
what do you notice first: Hair?
last person you slow danced with: Jeff?!
worst question to ask: just one?
makes you laugh the most?: a lot of people
who do you have a crush on?: Surprise!
d o y o u e v e r
sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to im you?: no- you have to take initiative! Don't wait for them. Go out and do it yourself!
wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: Never
wish you were younger: wish i was still in highschool and didn't have to make life decisions
cry because someone said something about you?: no
n u m b e r of times
times had my heart broken: none
of hearts i have broken: hopefully none
of guys/girls you kissed: 2
of states i have lived in: 2, counting college
of tight friends: The Cove!
of cds i own: a whole bunch
of scars on your body: a few
f i n a l q u e s t i o n s
1. do you like fillings these out?: when i'm bored. like now.
2. gold or silver: silver
3.what was the last film you saw at the movies?: Team America (on campus)
4. favorite cartoon/anime?: Scooby-do!
5. what did you have for breakfast this morning?: half a plain bagel with cream cheese...I got a late start
6. who would you love being locked in a room with?: Oscar Wilde (alive). Of course, he'd probably make fun of me the entire time, but he's funny, so it's all good.
7. could you live without your computer?: I could, but I don't want to
9. habla espanol?: Buenos dias/tardes/noches! Me llamo Elizabeth...and that's about it
10. how many people on your buddy list?: 82
11. drink alcohol?: depends on the drink
12. would you date the person you got this from?: well, it would be a little akward on account of we both have boyfriends and are female and straight....

In a nutshell:

2005-03-31T16:05:00.000-05:00

Too much has happened in the past couple of weeks, so I'll just give a quick run down of everything. On March 15 I got to see a kidney transplant and it was rockin'. Seriously, it was very cool. And not bloody or horrendous or gross at all for all you squeamish folks out there. Then, on March 16 Kelly and Marie came to visit me. Yaaaay! Thursday was St. P's day, so we went into Boston because we knew that noooobody in Boston eeeeeever gets drunk on St. Patrick's day. :o) We went to Quincy market and got dinner at Cheers, then wandered around for a while. We somehow found our way to the waterfront- it was beeaaauutiful- and then wandered around the North End (Italian quarter) and got yummy yummy dessert. Then we went to Tealux were the dude flirted with Marie. Heehee.
On Friday we met up with Naomi and Michael in Boston, got crepes and bubble tea, then went to Brandeis and hung out. I <3 A Knight's Tale.
On Saturday Marie had to leave, so we dropped her off at South Station, then Kelly, Naomi and I did a good deal of The Freedom Trail. It was awesome, but exhausting. Naomi went back to Brandeis for dinner and Kelly and I went to the Greenhouse Cafe and ate dinner next to a Belgian dude and his hot Australian friend. Then we had dessert at Au Bon Pain and all was good.
Sunday morning Kelly and I took the Senate Bus into Boston and took the train back to Buffalo. We did a good job of procrastinating about homework and watched some movies. The train was on time, though, so at 8 o'clock sharp Kelly got off in Syracuse and I continued all by my lonesome little self back to Buffalo where Mike, in his infinate coolness, picked me up from the train station. Then we met up with Kim and Greg Kaufman and watched Fight Club at Kim's house.
On Monday I made brownies and Ria, Kim and I watched Almost Heroes at Mike's house. (He was there too).
Tuesday, Kim and I went to UB so I could try to get a job in a lab. I don't think I got it because I haven't heard from the dude yet. But it's ok because I got a volunteering thing at Roswell Park in the Immunology department. I'll be there twice a week, unpaid, but soaking in lots of useful knowledge. I still need a real job, though. After UB Mike came over and we watched Pride and Prejudice. We didn't actually finish it, though, because we had to take a break for dinner, and then my brothers wanted to watch TV and then people came over. However, Mike and I are dating, so I can make him watch the rest of it with me at any time, mwahahaha.
I mean....I will not abuse my power.
Wednesday, Kim and I drove to Syracuse. First we got lost in Buffalo. But after we found our way to the throughway it was all good. We picked up Kelly and Jason and went to the mall, where we had dinner and walked around and such. Then we went back to the University and I got to fence a BOY! A real, live Boy! And he bruised me. But it's ok. I should have been parrying. After fencing we got milkshakes and all as right with the world.
On Thrusday we went to Starbucks in the morning, then Kelly went to class. Kim and I were going to do something evil while she was gone but we were tired and uncreative, so we didn't. After Kelly came back we went to dinner with the fencing boys, then partied it up like whoa in Newhouse. The party went a little longer than planned, so we didn't end up leaving Syracuse until around 10. But no matter. I got us home by 11:30, ticket free. (Plate light = compete crap.) Then we partied it up again at Kelly's house with the Buffalo crowd.
Friday morning I left for Boston. Uneventful trip. I saw my old babysitter for the first time in forever, which was really nice. Saturday and Sunday we visited people, then I got dropped off at school, where I did homework like a mad woman.
Thus ends my vacation.

Dyke Ball and whatnot

2005-03-11T23:56:00.000-05:00

It's time for the Dyke ball update!
This past week was lesbitrans week here at Wellesley College, and it was good stuff. It kicked off with Dyke ball and the vote for BDOC (Big Dyke On Campus) and continued with various speakers throughout the week that I didn't go see.
Dyke ball was fun fun fun! Saturday afternoon Sara and I went to Boston for early birthday crepes and to find the Sephora store. Sara got makeup and I got black nail polish and was surprised by the amount of men in the store. I mean, there's no reason why there shouldn't be men in a highly girly make up store, I guess...sheesh, I'm getting closed-minded in my old age. After our Prudential Center adventure and some lovely lovely crepes (where the woman made fun of me for ordering a Firehouse without the hot sauce) we high-hoed it back to Wellesley and got ready for Dyke ball.
I have some lovely photos, I hope. My camera is acting funky. Maybe I'll get my act together and get a new one this summer.
There are only two big campus parties all year: Tower court and Dyke Ball. People generally get kind of excited about Dyke ball because women go practically naked and men are SUPPOSED to go in drag, although some opt for the black tie option while others opt for the naked option, probably because they wish they were women. Or maybe they're just really drunk. I don't know. But anywho, lots of people from off campus try to sneak in, and by lots of people I mean guys. I guess in years past they could get in pretty easily, but they switched the format this year so they check IDs like three times and pat you down to make sure you aren't bringing a camera or cellphone in (and I guess they feel for alcohol bottles too, although they were more worried about the cameras). And they turned away guys who didn't have a Wellesley escort. So there were no sketchtacular guys just wantonly roaming, although Sarah did get propositioned by some dude.
I am happy to report that nobody propositioned me, although one guy did say he liked my tie. I liked my tie too.
Well, Dyke ball was a lot of fun, but there was a big brew-ha-ha because 11 people got hospitolized for alcohol related reasons and NPR picked it up and it was all over the news everywhere. I just have to say, that I didn't see anyone who was completely sloshed, unlike at Tower Court where there were people who were barely concious who they blithely let in. Anywho, because of all the bad PR they ended up suspending both Dyke ball and Tower Court until there is a solution for the "binge drinking problem." (Complete crap, if I may say so. People weren't getting drunk at the actual party; if they were drunk all the drinking was occuring in their dorm rooms before, and nobody can control that.)
The rest of the week was run of the mill. I went to dinner at my aunt's on Wednesday and it was yummy yummy yummy! Lent starts on Monday, pi day.
I need a paper topic for my Anthro paper.
Next week: English paper due, live donor kidney transplant, KELLY AND MARIE COME VISIT and Spring break starts. Yay!

Mal*Wart- your source for cheap plastic crap.

2005-02-26T20:29:00.000-05:00

Today I did little to no work, and I'm going to regret it tomorrow, but it was a full day nonetheless. I woke up around 11 and attempted to take a shower, but they were both in use. So I hung out for a while until they were free and missed brunch. But it was all good. I had easy mac and it made my life. I figured out how to redeem my itunes gift card and now I have itunes AND music! Yay! Bowling for Soup makes my life. (And Aladdin and Beethoven and Josh Groban and a whole bunch of other people.)

Then Sara and I tried to take the 3 o'clock shuttle to Walmart, but the brake broke or got stuck or something, so that didn't work. They said they'd bus us at 4 when the replacement bus came, but then they reneged on their pledge and when we came at 4 they told us we had to take the 5 o'clock shuttle. Even though there was a replacement bus right there! So we were forced to take the 5 o'clock shuttle and miss dinner. It's ok. We got more easy mac, so life is good.

I also found out that Dyke Ball is next weekend. Dyke Ball is a big Wellesley party where they guys go in drag and the women are tastefully but scantily clad. It's "creative black tie." I decided to do the punk thing because the shortest skirt I own is plaid and hopelessly punky looking. As much as I love my body I'm not comfortable enough to go in my underoos. (Heehee, I said underoos!) Although I guess there was a girl last year who went in nothing but blue paint. Don't know how she got in, though. Anyway, since it IS black tie I got some fishnets and a black tie at Walmart. And one of those punky leather wrist thingies. I'm going to see if I can borrow black boots with heels and black nail polish from someone. It would also be awesome if I could find some black fishnet gloves.

Oh man- and I found these cute, affordable resturants in Harvard Square. Yay!

I have anthro reading I really should be doing, but I'm bitter at my book. It's called "Lucy's Legacy" and it's 450 pages long. I'm around pg. 200 and there is yet to be any mention of Lucy. In fact, the discussion of human evolution has been rather limited. I feel like such a loser that I'm getting mad at this because it's not biologically oriented enough, but I want to learn about Lucy! I remember going to the Science Museum as a little kid, back when they had the wooden cut out of Lucy that was her height, and every time we went I'd measure myself against it. It made my life when I finally grew taller than her. And I was so excited when I saw we'd be reading this book because I think Lucy is so cool. But the book is crushing my hopes and dreams. It's also much longer than it has any right to be. Stupid book.

Oh and I have an exam and a quiz this week. I really need to go make my easy mac and do homework until I die.

This is what happens:

2005-02-23T21:54:00.000-05:00

I start off the week in English class. I walk in, sit down, we discuss poetry, I love it, even though poetry's not my thing, and I leave, thinking, man, this is what I want to do with my life. The next day I start off in bio. Sometimes I'm bored because I already know most of this stuff, but sometimes I learn really random, cool things- like yeast have sex!- and I leave thinking, man, bio is just too cool for words. I wish we were doing anatomy; it would be even more interesting.
And the moral of the story is, I have NO IDEA what I want to do with my life.

Crazy fencing times!

2005-02-20T21:50:00.000-05:00

Oh man- the fencing tournament yesterday was intensly long! We left Wellesley at 7:30, it started between 8:30 and 9 and we left at 11 pm. However, the epee team kicked butt, I won some matches and nobody broke anything or pulled anything so it's all good! (Our sabre team was broken before we arrived, so we can't blame this meet.)
However, I have an uber-ugly and mosterously large bruise on my leg. The other ones aren't as bad. I have a bunch on my front leg, two on my back leg (those were from practice, though, when Jess fleched at me) and a few on my arm. I have an invisable one on my sternum where I got nailed by this girl who randomly hit really really hard. She nailed me in the chin, too, which was mean and unnecessary. Point control! Sheesh.

Marie was in town this weekend, but I didn't get to see her! *cries* I was stuck at MIT all day.

Today Sara and I went questing for easy mac, but apparently they don't sell it in Cambridge. They sell lime shirmp and roast beef ramen, but no easy mac. It wasn't a completely useless trip, though. We found a shoe store and I went in and drooled over and lusted after shoes that cost more than my life. I'll go back when I have money....mwahahaha....
Then we had bubble tea and mini dumplings which were soooo good!

Well, I'm doing this out of order, but oh well.
On Friday I went to see the Vagina Monologues and it was awesome! I highly recommend it to everyone! Well, maybe mostly women, just because I think guys might be weirded out. No, it was not a guy bashing session. There was one monologue about an unfaithful husband and one about a really awesome dude, so it was balanced. The rest didn't include men at all. There was one about miniskirts, one about reclaiming the word "cunt" and one about a sex worker, and one about a Vagina workshop. That one was funny, but I also think I could never go to one. I'd feel too self-concious.

And that was my weekend. I'm looking forward to the day off tomorrow. I'm going to be reading/doing homework all day.

Peer Pressure!

2005-02-10T16:52:00.000-05:00

I'm feeling peer-pressered to write about what I want to do with my life! (Kelly and Dana) Hehe. My life.
Alright, here's the plan:
Graduate in '08
Join the peace corps for 27 months. I went to their website today and took their little quiz thing and it said that I have a good chance of being accepted! I was excited! I think I want to go to the Pacific or like, Armenia or someplace. No offense to Africa but I've heard my aunt and uncle's stories and Africa is not for me.
I don't know what comes next. In fact, I change my mind about what I want to do daily. But I think that by the time I graduate I'll probably know. I think.

Actually, after thinking about all the cool courses here, I don't think I want to graduate at all. I just want to stay here and take courses for the rest of my life. Maybe I'll revise that to audit courses here. I don't actually want to take tests or write papers. But I'd love to sit in on the classes and take notes.

And now I'm going to eat dinner or my stomach will start digesting itself.

Too much homework + bad dorm food=

2005-02-06T23:07:00.000-05:00

I'm about to start my second week of classes and already I feel a little swamped. I think that's been the general consensus from everybody, though, so I won't compain!
Well, actually....I think the thing is it's not that I have more homework, it's just more of it's writing and less of it's reading. And writing takes me a heck of a lot longer than reading does, so yeah.

This past weekend was the one year memorial for my Godfather. You know how sometimes you can get skeptical about God and Heaven and stuff? Or maybe it's just me. I dunno. But sometimes I'm like, this is pretty far fetched stuff. But then I think about people that I've lost that mean a lot to me and I know that God and Heaven have to exist because it's not possible that I could never see them again, even though I know it's all different in Heaven. Still, they were such wonderful, awesome, life-changing, worthwhile people that they have to be somewhere now. So I guess in some strange way that is totally not for the right reasons, that is why I beleive in God.

Anyway.

Today is also the one year anniversary of my first date with Jeff (no comment there) and it's also Luke's Birthday. Happy birthday, Luke! Too bad Jeff is off somewhere getting high off his butt and failing at life. We could have celebrated together..... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Or not.

Alright, I'm going to do one last once-over of my History Response paper.

A Tribute to Steve Hilbert- one day late

2005-01-29T16:28:00.000-05:00

When I first saw Steve, I felt I should be sitting on his lap, telling him I wanted a stereo and a cell phone and a new computer for Christmas, please. Even at seventy he had a full head of white hair, a fluffy white beard and a paunch like none I’d ever seen. With rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes, he could have been Santa’s stunt double.

I wasn’t the only person who noticed his uncanny resemblance to the old elf. “I’m Santa’s older brother,” he told a young boy who asked him once. And I wasn’t about to argue - not with a man who could disarm me in less than a second and who was the only certified fencing master in western New York.

“Well, that’s an interesting sport,” people say when I tell them I fence. “How did you begin doing something like that?” It’s an easy formula in my opinion. Give a girl a book with a sword-wielding heroine and she’ll be hooked. I certainly was. When I found a fencing club in Buffalo, I convinced a friend to come with me and check it out. She wasn’t enthusiastic about the idea, but she came anyway, and one lesson was enough to convince her that fencing was just too cool to dismiss.

The beginner’s class was supposed to last only eight weeks, but it wasn’t designed for three eager eighth grade girls and one tolerant eighth grade boy who never practiced at home. Class was always fun, but the best times were when Steve took time off from scolding the advanced fencers and taught us. He was funny and sarcastic, but never mean. “God gave you knees to fence, so bend them,” he’d admonish us. And, “Look at your front foot; it’s pointing to Jersey City!”

When we at last began to fence each other, everyone struggled. We couldn’t see clearly through our protective masks and we were still clumsy with our weapons. “Your foil is not a windshield wiper,” was the phrase we heard most, with “If you were fencing any closer you’d be engaged,” coming in as a close second. It was enough to make us laugh and scandalize us at the same time.

Steve was our idol. He’d been fencing for most of his life, starting before the earth was made, the way he told it. Not only was Santa Claus his younger brother, but he’d gone to school with God.
But even Steve wasn’t immortal. He died on a Monday, the day before our weekly fencing lesson, three years after we’d started taking lessons from the club. The headline of his obituary read, “Stephen J. Hilbert, computer programmer.” But it wasn’t right. He was much more than that. He fenced, he sang on Broadway, and he fought in Korea. He was a member of MENSA, he loved gardening and his stained glass windows can be found in buildings around Buffalo. He was a teacher, role model and caring grandfather. Fencing will never be the same without him.

Snow Day!

2005-01-24T16:03:00.000-05:00

And I thought I was too old for snow days.

Over the last few days it has been snowing frumiously, yes frumiously, and the Cape, which usually gets no more than 6 in. a year is suddenly under about 2 and 1/2 feet. Gamil, who lives on the Cape, was stuck at his house because Boston, unlike Buffalo, doesn't deal well with snow, and practice was cancelled today. Of course, I didn't find this out until I'd already left for breakfast. But it was all good. Breakfast is an important meal, so I guess it was for the best that I got up.

Today I tried to rearrange my schedule so I didn't have to take Computer Science and could take something useful instead. On one hand it's a good thing I tried to do this. I made a list of all the courses I need to take and it turns out that if I take two science and two English courses a semester I should be able to graduate in four years with a double major. On the other hand, this is kind of bad because it means that I can secretly start panicking about getting everything done sooner rather than later. And I haven't yet found a class to replace my CS one...so, I fail. Hm. Maybe I'll take Anthro, even though the Forensic Anthro class isn't offered this semester. Bah humbug. I need tea.

Review of the week

2005-01-18T13:44:00.000-05:00

I can't beleive it. I'm listening to NPR. This is bad.

Anyway. This was a wonderful and full week. I forgot what we did on Monday, but on Tuesday Kelly and I went out to lunch with Meghan (and somebody else.....) and I had French onion soup and it was much yumminess. Then on Wednesday Kelly and I road tripped to Ohio to visit Kim! It was mad sweet. Kelly and I gossiped about cars and became speed demons. We discovered what an Ashtabula was (it's a group of three or more trucks on the highway), Kelly became invoved with a car of sketchy political beleifs and we got lost in Dublin.

When we got to Ohio State we parked in a parking garage and met Kim. First we met Julie and Hallie (Martha was still in class) and chatted with them for a while. Then we walked down High St. and got dinner at the Steak and Shake. Then we went to Starbucks. Yum. Afterwards we got a tour of some of the HUGE Ohio State Campus. We climbed on the numbers in the number garden (I will get on that three someday when I'm not in a skirt) and saw the duckies in the lake.

The next day Kim had class all morning, so Kelly and I slept. Around 1 we got up and decided to go get some breakfast. We met Kim outside of her dorm and walked down High St. again. We had breakfast at Subway and it was much yumminess. When we left it was raining. Then a big mean bus splashed Kim and me as we were walking so we were even more wet. We stopped in CVS and chatted with the dude behind the counter, then went back to Kim's dorm. After getting dry clothes (yay!) we went down to her living room thing and started moving furniture around for her film project. Eventually Kim had to go to class, though, so Kelly and I went back to her room and chilled with Julie. When Kim came back we started shooting the video, but it got to be six, and we were hungry so we high-hoed over to the parking garage and got the car and drove down High St. in to Columbus. It turns out that they don't beleive in parking in Columbus, so we drove around for a while looking for non-sketch places to park and eat. Eventually we found a nice parking lot on Gay St. and decided to look for a restaurant where we could eat. Well, as life would have it, people in Columbus aren't what you'd call subtle. We ate in a nice little bar/cafe thing called The Vine where people looked at us funny, our waitress was fascinated by my hair and they distributed newspapers called "se-gri-GAY-tion," "The Other People's Paper," and "The Gay Chronicals." Ah, Columbus.

It was on the late side as we left The Vine, so we went back to OSU and finished filming the movie. Then it was one, so we went back to Kim's room, where she studied and Kelly and I watched Sleeping Beauty. Dear Disney- way to kill the story. And use music from Tchychophsky's (spelling?) Swan Lake. Ya know, he wrote a whole Sleeping Beauty, but apparently it's not good enough to use completely. Also, Prince Phillip liked rainbows, sex and lying. And I'm Belle. And Kelly may or may not be Jasmine or Ariel.

Anywho. On Friday we left after Kim's classes, stopping briefly to switch drivers and then later to eat dinner (but not in the Cowboy Bar. Crazy Pennsylvanians.) And by stopping breifly I mean for at least an hour. We got home around 8, then convened at Kelly's house to watch Peter Pan, but we watched SNL instead.

On Saturday I hung out with the family, went out to dinner with them and saw "House of the Flying Daggers." It was....interesting. Kind of like "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," except worse. After that I got dropped off at Kimberloo's, but she wasn't there. So the boys watched football and Kelly and I made brownies and everyone forgot to be co-ed except for Brian, Luke and Alex. Ah well. The next day my mom drove Kelly to Syracuse and me to Massechusettes. We stayed in Wocester with some family friends and continued on the Wellesley in the morning. I missed the first practice :( and there were only two people there. My mom and I met up with them at lunch, though, because even Schneider is closed, so we had to eat lunch in Tower. Then my mom left and I felt sad, so I talked to people online instead of unpacking. Around three I walked over to the sports center with Kara, who also lives in the Quad, and we practiced until 5. (There's a new girl joining our team. Exciting!) Not surprisingly, my arms are a lot sorer than my legs. When did foils get so heavy?

After practice I ate dinner with Tara and Kara, then we went to our respective dorms for showers- lovely showers! Then at 7 we reconvened in the Shafer rec room and watched Robin Hood: Men in Tights. Man, I love that movie. Afterwards we chatted in Kara's room and then I came home, absolutely exhausted, and pretended to unpack while I talked to people online.

I have spent this entire morning lazing about, so I really need to get dressed now and go to practice.

ps- I'm a unicorn!

Our new friend Brad

2005-01-08T23:05:00.000-05:00

Friday night was a crazy, party-hopping extravaganza. First Kelly and I got together at 7:30, drove to B "Dash's Market" Kwik and bought some mint chocolate chip ice cream for our toothless friend Marie. Then we went to Marie's house, ate ice cream and gossiped about you. Yes, you.

No, no, just kidding. We ate ice cream and discussed the meaning of life without wisdom teeth and possible debated the hottness of Colin Firth (he's hottttt), but I could be making that up because I don't actually remember what we talked about. The point was, we ate ice cream and it was good. After Marie's we went to Greg Della Posta's party to meet his girlfriend. We forgot the make up a list of important questions to ask (1- are you straight? 2- do you lie a lot? 3- what's the meaning of life?), so we didn't embarass Greg like we wanted to, but ya know, sacrifices have to be made sometimes.

We left Greg's a little late and embarked on the great advenutre to find the 990. We found it and took it all the way to Getzville so we could party at Janet's. There were CYO people there and others. I wasn't technically invited, but Kelly needed a navigator (and I'm a very good one) and I pretend to know some CYO people and Janet has a really cool house and I'm an awesome person and Mrs. Seel said I could go so I went. There was much good food and squashing of people on to the couch.

On the way back from Janet's Kelly and I decided to visit our new friend Brad who is cooler and hotter than all of our guys friends put together (which isn't saying much I guess...I mean, what?) So we drove out to visit him, had a good time, saw the sights and headed home. On the way back we tried to call our guy friends, but they, obviously jealous of our coolness and popularity, were throwing snit fits and refused to answer their phones. So we ditched them, rented "Not Another Teen Movie," got free donuts and went to Kelly's house to have a couch warming party.

Around three, I think, those of the male persuasion began calling Kelly's cell phone. Apparently they "had been grounded," "were fixing the roof," "were fixing the truck" and "were taking pictures around Kenmore," aka were doing something guy-like that we weren't invited to. No matter. We're still waiting for our flowers and chocolates, and until they show up there shall be no forgiveness. Y'all hear?

Today was less fun. My grandfather was admitted to the hospital for pnuemonia- although only after some stupid nurse delivered the wrong diagnosis and perscription and discharged him. Yeah, just love it when the hospital staff try to kill the patients. The good news is that he should be ok soon.

This afternoon I went to a Wellesley tea and talked to grads and perspective students and ate mad good cookies and drank yummy mint tea. That was fun. Then my mom and I visited my grandfather in the hospital. After that we went to dinner at my (fake) Aunt Ellen's house and it was yummilicious. Tomorrow I'm going to Rochester to see my Godmother and have dinner with family friends, so I won't be home till late.

Defenestration

2005-01-06T19:54:00.000-05:00

Doesn't "defenestrate" sound like it should be something dirty? Or at least something threatening to males? I think so.
Also, I have three large and painful foil tip-shaped bruises on my shoulder and chest. Thank you Brian (Goldenshoes, not Marsh).
And my legs hurt. Thank you stair machine. And my arms hurt- but I don't really know why. The moral of the story is, I'm a sad excuse for a varsity athete.

!

2004-12-17T11:39:00.000-05:00

I'm sorry for neglecting you my dear and lovely blog! I promise I'll be better about updating in January!

Okies- now that I've aplogized to my blog, I can tell y'all the bombdiggoty stuff that has happened this week.
I decided to live in the Ruth Nagel Jones theater, starting Saturday afternoon. We helped strike the set after the (yay!) matinee performance and then spent the rest of the day delegging platforms, painting the board and finding out that there was no white paint. This sucked, becuase a big part of our set was going to be white. Obviously we needed a plan B.
Plan B was to paint everything black. So we did. And it looked awful. Then we left.
The next day we decided that plan B had to be abandoned. So we went back to Plan A, bought white paint and pretty white fabric. Then we repainted the platforms white, had rehersal, hauled people back from the other group because they hadn't switched the gels in the colored lights back like they were supposed to. Then Ike learned how to change lights and set light cues. By that time it was dinner time and I was hungry, tired, and had been inhaling too many paint fumes, so I went home, ate something and then returned unto the theater, bringing masking tape with me.
Earlier we had decided to paint a big heart on the floor and I took the job of making an outline of a heart in tape on the floor because I'm anal retentive like that. The outcome was a mad sweet heart. Then we had rehersal, painted the heart, then tried to paint the floor but ran out of black paint...blady blady blah all that good stuff.
Monday morning I went with Glee Club (in a black stretch limo) to carol at the cancer institute. (About the limo- the bus company didn't have a bus big enough for all of us, so they sent a bus and a limo. Random. I rode in the bus on the way back.) Question- what do you think of me donating a foot of hair in the summer...because I'm kinda seriously thinking about it. There was this very serious little girl watching us at the cancer society who was completely bald, and that's what got me started thinking about giving my hairs away. Also, who wants to hold babies at the hospital? I really mean to do that this month.
Anyway, after that I raaaaaan to my dorm, changed, snuck a peice of pizza out of the dining hall and high-tailed it to the RNJ only slightly late for rehersal. The floor painting job was being finished up, the pretty white fabric was hanging from the platforms and the heart, of course, looked awesome. We rehersed, sent the actors away, fiddled around somemore in the theater, the actors returned, got into costume, debated about make up, I ate an energy bar that actually tasted good until about halfway through, we did a bunch of dry techs, some warm ups and then people started arriving. Then I was forced to take charge and make decisions about whether we were going to start on time or not and when to tell the actors to get into place and stuff. Luckily, I'd been trained to be a leader by the Girl Scouts.
Just kidding!

Anyway, our show kicked butt, but we don't have a tape of it because they theater department's video camera was broken and we didn't know anyone who had one (until after the show, of course. We found someone with a video camera about 10 minutes after it was over.) Oh well. If you really want to hear about it I can probably quote the whole thing to you. And do all the blocking.
And the moral of the story is....Donald Rumsfeld has no penis.
The End :o)

This worked out...

2004-12-15T01:54:00.000-05:00

You Are Megara!
(the picture didn't transfere...)

Charming and witty. You are always the first person to come up with a wisecrack. Sure, you have an attitude, but that's why people love you. You keep them on their toes. Sometimes you can be misleading, but always end up doing the right thing for the people you love.

(This is the Greek one, by the way. The one from Hercules. Too bad the description doesn't actually fit me. Hehe.)

Which Disney Princess Are You?

POWER TOOLS!

2004-12-04T15:21:00.000-05:00

Ok, so maybe hand-held drills aren't the manliest of the manly power tools, but I used one this morning and discovered that I'm not destined for contruction. Yeah. Then I hung curtains because I was not succeeding in putting legs on the platforms. I was better at hanging curtains. In fact, I can hang curtains with the best of them!
(I was helping put together a set this morning. Woot for required theater tech hours.)

Then we had rehersal, except only one of our actors showed up. Another one was busy, another was confused (and came late, after I called her like "where are you?" and the other...well, the other one was non-existant until this morning. How can this be, you say? Ok, so we had 4 actors. One of them quit. So we replaced her. Yesterday I got an e-mail saying she didn't have time. Our performance is in a week. So today I was lamenting my woes to someone in my theater class who was also helping with the set and she was like, "I can do it." And that was that! Except she was working in the afternoon, so she couldn't come to rehersal. But she exists! So we aren't all going to fail theater! YAAAAAAAY!

Here is my plan for the rest of the day:
-work on lab powerpoint (it's on tapeworms in beetles. Fun!)
-write Islam paper
-write lab report
-go out to dinner with Sara -it's her birthday!
-write more of my papers! Yaaaaay!

The party never stops, here at Wellesley College.

Random bit of info: www.hotornot.com is a random, random, really mean, but also mesmerising site. Once you go on it, it sucks you in. I always feel really mean, though, because I rate people really low. I guess my standards haven't gone down since my sojourn in woman-land.

Garden State

2004-12-03T23:09:00.000-05:00

So today after practice I ate, showered, dressed and ran to Collins cinema all in about half an hour so I could see Garden State for the wonderful price of $1! Oh man- that movie is soooo good! I like it a lot. Especially since the main guy has a huge nose and isn't hot. It makes him accessible and down to earth. It's nice to know that there are normal looking people who act.

In Theater 203 land our replacement actor....QUIT. I would just like to point out that our performance is in a week. A week. And I know everyone is busy, but if you say you're gonna do something, then you really need to do it. Sheesh. Bah. Grumpy.

Tomorrow is my roommate's birthday! Happy 19th to her!

I have five million things I need to do this weekend. Like, I should be writing a paper, a lab report and doing a powerpoint right now. But I'm not. Because I procrastinate like my life depends on it.

Luckily only my sanity does.

Happy Thanksgiving!

2004-11-29T19:50:00.000-05:00

Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all had amazing and wonderful Turkey experiances, and for all you vegitarians out there, I hope you ate tons of mashed potatoes and pie. I, personally, feel as though I didn't do my part to digest the pumpkin pies of the world, and I plan on making one as soon as I get home for Christmas. Anyone who wants to help me eat it, let me know. We can have a pumpkin pie fest!

And that's the end of that.

I won!

2004-11-20T22:39:00.000-05:00

Okies- I should really be in bed, because I'm tired and Kelly told me to go to bed, but I have to write about my day!
The fencing team left last night for UNH and I got to stay in the epee room because, well, there have been some team difficulties and they don't really get along with the fourth person on their team very well. But it's ok because the epee team is super super nice and cool and I like them all a ton! (We watched some crime TV show and then Monk....the epee team likes their TV shows violent.)
Anywho, we left the hotel at 7:30 this morning, arrived at UNH around 8, set up our strip and sat around for a while, then warmed up and started fencing at 9. First we fenced Smith. Smith is a funky team....their coach looks really dorky, but he wears army boots. Also, they have this goth SM thing...but I'm jealous of their socks because some of them are red and black striped. I wish Wellesley had striped socks.
Anyway, we beat Smith.
Then we didn't have to fence the second round because we're sweet. Third round we fenced MIT, which is really scary and good. Then we got another break and ate lunch and didn't have to fence the fourth round because we're sweet like that again. Then we fenced BU and I kicked butt and won two of my three bouts- and I lost the first one 4-5 because my brain decided to die, stupidME, useless thing it is- and then we fenced Brandeis which is also really good and scary, but has hot men, and Brown, another scary school. Brandies has two lefties that are terrific, and Brown....I scored points on Brown and I'm proud of myself for doing that. They're really good.
I think somewhere in there we also fenced Tufts, but I don't really remember anymore. All of the bouts are beginning to run together. We got back to Wellesley around 8:30, but it felt a lot later.

I need to go to bed before I pass out, but I'd like to say, please sign your comment if you leave one, and also to the anonymous person from my last post, if you think I sounded like the people I was complaining about, you obviously didn't understand my rant. I can take being offended. I was ranting about people who couldn't.

I need fat!

2004-11-16T21:17:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I have four very painful bruises right on my sternum. Thank you, Fencing. And also the people on my team for hitting me in the one area of my body where there isn't a nice cushioning layer of fat. Ow- they hurt...... :( But it's good target area, so I guess good job to them to....I just wish they wouldn't hit so hard.
Anywho.....life is grand. I had a bio test today that was a pain, and I've got a lab practical tomorrow that I should be studying for, buuuuuut I'm not.

And, well, this is my blog and I'm allowed to be catty and mean once in my life, aren't I? Here's my disgruntled message to the world:
Just because something offends you doesn't mean it shouldn't be said or thought or pointed out. I'm in college. I know the world doesn't revolve around me. I also know that there are things out there that I don't like and there is nothing I can do about them. You wanna know what offends me? Female circumcision offends me. Know what else? Anti-feminists offend me. So do assholes who can't handle being offended, and people who think they're always right and those who can't see things from the other side and war mongers and death penalty suporters and people who think that everything is black and white, good and bad, evil or saintly. Cut and dried.
But you know what? There isn't a heck of a lot I can do about many of those things. So I suck it up and deal; I don't bitch and moan about how I shouldn't be subjected to things that offend me.
Dear people- get over yourselves. Because NOBODY cares that you're offended. Well, maybe your mother does. But she's obligated. And guess what? YOU'RE GOING TO BE OFFENDED BY THINGS YOUR ENTIRE LIFE! If you take every single offensive thing as a personal insult to you, and feel the need to insult people back out of some stupid, toddler desire to get back and get even, you're going to be insulting a hell of a lot of people. And nobody's going to like you. Not even your mother, whether she is obligated to or not.

Yipes that felt good.
Ah, to be a teenager and ranting.

By the way, if you're offended by my rant, well, I could say I was sorry, but I wouldn't really mean it. For an elaboration on my feelings, please scroll to the top of the post and read it again. Thanks.

I actually went out this weekend!

2004-11-07T20:30:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I didn't get off campus....but I got out of my dorm room, and it's a start!
Friday I went to practice and got a blister on my finger. It popped before I even knew I had it and hurt to high heaven. Then I took a shower and it stung even more. In conclusion, I don't handle pain well.

After the fastest shower known to man (or woman) I went to Shruti Laya, which is the South East Asian cultural show and it was fun fun fun times a million. I want to take traditional Indian dance for my PE class, now, but it's not offered in the spring. :( That's ok, though, because there's always next year (even though I technically don't need to take gym because I get PE credits for being on the fencing team. Woot for being a varsity athlete! Hahaha.) After the show, Sara and I went back to our dorm and changed for the Message Party!

It was.....better than Tower Court. And I saw people there that I knew! Yay! But it's still not the same as going to dances with you guys. We are soooo going clubbing over Christmas break. I will refuse to leave Buffalo until I've been to at least one club. And that is final.

So yeah- here's my take on message parties: They're an excuse for people to hit on other people anonymously. I guess maybe I knew that before hand, but I was still sad to see my fears vindicated. And I also have to say, Dear DJs, please play real dance music. Not rap, not R and B. REAL. DANCE. MUSIC. Thanks. Love, Me.

On Saturday Jimmy Eat World was playing the Avalon, but I couldn't get tickets. *cries hysterically* It's ok. I accepted the fact that they were never going to play Buffalo. I can accept the fact that I missed them in Boston. I don't have any money anyway. And they WILL come back. If I have to write them 5 million letters all by myself.

Hope you all have a great week! I've got the second production meeting of the evening in about 15 minutes, so I'm gonna head out. Ta!

Day 2 in Hell

2004-11-05T09:58:00.000-05:00

Status: Tired
Good News: Still here, still breathing....and it's Friday!
Bad News: George Bush is our president.

Today Paramecium pond was brown. Icky, icky brown. And it's cold and windy.
Tonight I'm going to the South East Asian Cultural Show, which is supposed to be one of the best shows on campus (besides the Vagina Monologues). After that I'm going to attempt to go the the Message Party in the Alumnae Hall Ballroom.
What is a Message Party, you ask? Good question. Apparently they give you a number when you go in and there's a message board, and if you see someone you like you can leave them a message like "Hey number 11, I'd like to meet you, from number 56." Tres odd, but since I haven't been to any parties (besides Tower Court, which doesn't really count) I decided to go to this one because it sounds less scary than an MIT frat party. At least I'm pretty sure no one will be blowing anything up here.
I want hot chocolate, and I think our window is open. Hm.

My thoughts-

2004-11-03T11:33:00.000-05:00

KERRY YOU TRAITOR- YOU COULD HAVE STUCK IT OUT, YOU COULD HAVE WON. DAMN YOU ALL. NADER, I HATE YOU. I'M MOVING TO ENGLAND AS SOON AS I GET OUT OF COLLEGE AND I'M NOT COMING BACK UNTIL AMERICA CAN BE RESPECTED AGAIN. WHY ARE AMERICANS SO FRICKING STUPID AND DUMB.
DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN.

Black Monday

2004-11-01T20:02:00.000-05:00

Everyone's hear of Black Tuesday. Now we have Black Monday: the day Gamil informed me I was switching to pistol grip whether I liked it or not.
*sobs hysterically*

My First Fencing Tournament Ever!

2004-10-31T22:38:00.000-05:00

So Saturday was my first fencing tournament ever! It was really fun and exciting!
We left on Friday around 6 or 7, because it was at Smith (about 1 and 2/1 hours away) and the tournament started at 9.
We stayed overnight in North Hampton and got up bright and early (6) the next morning for a quick breakfast and then checking out of the hotel and going to happy fencing land, aka the Smith gym, which is big and new. We hung around there, got our equipment checked (they almost didn't pass it because it had dents in it! But I love my dents!) and set up our strip and hung around some more and looked at hot hot hot fencing men and ran around the track and stretched and then it was time for our pools. There are 5-7 people per pool and you fence everybody in your pool and get ranked by how well you do. Then you fence in DE, direct eliminations, where if you lose one bout you're out. The pool bouts are 5 point bouts, but the DEs are 15 point bouts and I was fencing a lefty. I got kinda behind in the beginning, but I was catching up toward the end.....then time ran out and I lost because I had the least amount of points. But I'm proud of myself for almost evening the score (11-14). Then we stuck around for the rest of the day and waited for people to finish bouting. And one of our epeeists came in 3rd out of everyone (many of the new england colleges were there....so that was a whole bunch of people!)
Happy Halloween, happy daylight saving.....hope you all had a good weekend!

It's been a while...

2004-10-27T13:05:00.000-04:00

It's been a while, but that doesn't mean that things haven't been movin' and shakin' over here in New England land. Last weekend was parent's weekend and my parents came up and visited for a day and a half and I got to eat off campus. There was a musical performance Saturday with the Wellesley-Brandeis Orchestra, Glee Club, Choir, Chamber Singers and various ensembles that were all really good. That was the afternoon. Then my parents and I went to Back Bay (and we took the car! Man, it's been a while since I've been in a car) and walked around and now I pretend I can find things in that area. If anyone one wants to come visit me and go shopping, that's were all the stores are. Just don't expect to be able to afford anything. For dinner we went to Legal Seafoods and I came back smelling very fishy. Bleck.
Sunday we went for breakfast in the ville (yay for not eating on campus again!) and then checked out the train station. I've been past it several times but I had no idea what it was until my dad was like, "this is the train station." In my defense, it's behind a parking lot, and it's right by the post office and a bunch of stores, so I just kinda assumed the train didn't stop there. Then we had characteristic family time: we went into Wellesley Booksmith and wandered around by ourselves, sampling books like fine wines and expensive chocolates, lost in rapture. Or something like that.

In different but exciting news I made the fencing team and I'll be competing in our first tournament this Saturday. It doesn't count for anything, which is good, because I'm going to do really badly.

I feel obligated to mention that my campus is beautiful. The leaves are all turning orange and red and yellow and falling and being picturesque. The flowers and the cattails by Paramecium Pond are dying and look kind of ugly, but when you step back and look at the still-green lily pads floating in the water, and the weeping willow with yellowing leaves contrasting with the dead, brown of the cattails, it actually looks really pretty.

Anyway. I know there was something I was going to say, but I can't remember it anymore....hm. Well, for anyone who was wondering my lab report is 10 pages long. And it's probably not long enough or inclusive enough, but I've worked really hard on it, so I'm sad that I'm probably going to do badly. It's just too much material, and we did the experiments a month ago and I know none of these are good excuses. But I would just like to say that my Islam paper wasn't even 10 pages, so.....it's ironic or something. I dunno. I'm too tired to be intelligent.

I got to sleep in this morning!

2004-10-18T22:40:00.000-04:00

So here's the exciting news of the past couple days:
1. My dad made fudge and sent it to me, and now I have a lot of it and it's good. Revelation of the day: the freshman fifteen is NOT because of dining hall food. It's all those yummy care packages.
2. Kim's parent's ROCK! And they sent me a package tooooooo! And it had cookies and brownies and socks! Yay!
3. So today during practice Gamil posted the list of the people fencing in our first fencing get together and guess who made the foil team? Yes! Meeeeee! And I'm excited because I didn't think I was going to because sometimes I do stupid things and he yells at me about bouncing when I retreat and (hopefully he hasn't noticed) but I've picked up some VERY bad habits from epee and I'm not good at stratagizing....Anyway, the point is I made the team and now I pretend I'm going to practice alllllll the time because I have to do well. Mmmm, warm fuzzies. :)
4. I am so behind on my bio reading it's not even funny.
5. I got my first credit card bill in the mail today. :(
6. Since the comments thing on Kelly's blog hates me and won't let me comment I shall have to do so here. I have a minion named JOE! No way! You've got a cousin named Joe? Well, I've got a cousin who used to go to Nardin. Yeah? Well maybe it's because you never tell me what you're getting me for Christmas! MEEEEEEEEEE! Dang, I always lose. Polar Ice Caps! Remember that?! Fourth grade. Seventh grade. GPPP, Kentucky, reading, writing...me throwing my shoe at the wall, never ever ever fighting ever ever ever, the CUTE TEAM (woot, I wore that shirt today), the Blue team, France, Simple Plan, everything in the world, basically and how awesome we are and how we're the same person and how you rock my socks (yeah right I'm cooler than you! You win the sweetness competition, even if you ARE for ICKY PLAIN waffles) how much I miss you and how you're my BEST BEST BEST BEST BEST best friend ever ever ever ever ever!!!!!
Yeah, I think that about covers it!
Miss you all!

Anywhoooooo...

2004-10-15T22:52:00.000-04:00

I'm excited because I think I actually did decently on my Islam midterm! Of course, those could be famous last words, but I'm thinking they're not. And I'm excited because we only have four grades in that class, so doing well on the midterm is a good idea. Wheeeee!
Then I went to fencing and got my butt totally kicked by this really nice girl. It was awesome because she's amazingly fast and it's been a while since I lost so completely and utterly. I hope I get to fence her a lot, and then maybe someday I will be as fast and cool as she is. I had a lesson with Gamil and I fleched- it was SCARY!- and he told me to work on my footwork because I'm really slow. I think he thinks I'm really dumb because I don't follow directions well. But I always kinda freak out during my lesson and try really hard and just end up looking stupid. It's good times. Also, I want to say "yes, sir" after everything he says, and I don't really know why. Hold over from Kung Fu? I dunno.
Warning to all fencers: I'm gonna come back knowing crazy funky moves like the balestra lunge (remember when Joel tried to teach us that? Yeah, we learned it today) and I'm hoping I might actually win sometimes on a regular basis. However, I worry about losing my directing ability (it's all electric here, so all you have to do mostly is look at the lights, lazy, lazy, lazy) and having my lovely form go down the tubes. Gamil is kinda pro-good form, though, so maybe it won't. It's just, have you ever seen a competition fencer with good form? No. So, I'm worried.
Anywho, after that I came home, took the fastest shower I've ever taken, and went to Pom for our second production meeting. Yay! Then I cam back here, ate RAAAAAAMEN from Syracuse, talked to Kelly (ppps- cw + e forever) and then went to As You Like It, a hilarious play by Shakespeare for all of you uninformed people out there, and, though it had a few glitches, it was really really funny. And for probably the same uninformed people out there, I've never read or seen the play before and I still got all the jokes, so you don't have to be some crazy Shakespeare scholar to see this play and enjoy it.
Now I is back here, waiting for my Spring Roll, which should be arriving in about 10 minutes, and then I shall pretend to take a chunk out of the miles and miles of work I have to do, but really I won't.
Then I'll go to bed, and all will be well with the world.

My traumatizing day

2004-10-13T23:09:00.000-04:00

Here's what I did today:
First, I had to call someone a "fucker" in Theater and was traumatized for life.
Second I learned how to fleche and was really bad at it, but I don't care because fleching is sacreligous.
Thirdly, Gamil told me I'm not agressive enough. I know, I know. I think Dan made that clear.
Fourthly, I decided to fail my Islam midterm because, well, I did. No, not really. I'm just stressing about it and I should continue studying now. Or go to sleep. Sleep is important.
Anyway, that was my traumatizing day.

Best Weekend Ever: Second try

2004-10-11T15:20:00.000-04:00

Ok, so the dryer did nothing for my clothes. Like, I went down and it was like I'd just put them in there. I should have changed dryers, but there were none open. So here's hoping it works the second time around.
Ok, so Blogger is dumb and completely erased the post I'd been writing for the past hour and I'm a little sad about that, but I'm gonna try again.
So on Friday I had a Bio exam which I barely studied for but was easy anyway (I love you Mrs. Leuchner! You rock!) Then I came back unto my dorm room, showered, finished editing my stupid Islam paper, packed and then went to Islam (with my huge backpack full of stuff). I left right after Islam, took the MIT bus into Boston, took the T to South Station and wandered around the train station for a while, wondering where the bus part was. Turns out it's next door. But the point of the matter is that I got there and got my tickets and bought Burger King and stood in line and got a seat and off I went to...SYRACUSE!!!!!
It was a long bus ride and we ended up changing buses at Albany. There was a creepy guy there (who might/probably was high) who mumbled at me and stood next to me and was generally freaky. Eventually he left, though, and we got on the bus and continued to Syracuse. Note to everyone who takes the bus: the Albany bus station is icky and dingy and gross.
We left a little late, so my bus was 45 minutes late to Syracuse, but it didn't matter because I got there. When I first walked in and was looking for Kelly I didn't see her and I was like "oh no!" but then something orange flew across the room and hugged me. Oh man, it was sooooo good to see her! I missed you SOOOOOOO MUCH, Kelly! YAY!
Then we waited for a taxi to come pick us up because Kelly is tight with the taxi man. But no one came, so we were sad. Then the taxi man called and was like "did my guy come and pick you up" and Kelly was like, "no." So he got really mad and was like, "I'll be there in 7 minutes" and he picked us up and called his employee and swore at him a lot and almost fired him. My favorite part was how the first thing I heard him say was "Hi, F***-bag, why didn't you f-ing pick up Kelly?"
But besides that little fun we got back to the University campus with no trouble and then we stayed up until three talking. Oh man, I missed Kelly so much!
Anyway.
Since we stayed up so late it was a little difficult to wake up at 8 the next morning, but wake up we did, and we got dressed and went to breakfast and saw.....Paul Kenline, of course. I wanted to walk by and accidentally fork him in the eye, but Kelly wouldn't let me. I don't know why. Heeheehee.
After breakfast we went to the fencing room and I fenced Kelly in epee and it was soooo much fun! I haven't fenced in, like, two months, so my leg is a little sore. But I have fencing bruises again, so it's all good. Their fencing gear is funky because they've got only tiny jackets, but all of their masks were huge. What's with that? I also fenced the fencing club president named.....Mike, maybe? I really don't remember his name, but it was a good bout and he hit the mirror on the wall and it made a scary noise. It was hot.
After that we went back to Kelly's room and I borrowed one of her Syracuse shirts so I could masquerade as a Syracuse student. Then I got a walking tour of the campus and surrounding area and we ate lunch at a Greek and Italian place. Kelly saw her French TA on a HOT DATE and I got my Greek music fix, so it was all good.
On the way back to the Hall of Languages we met up with Becca, and she and I made evil plans, by which I mean I asked her if she had a guest pass for Kim and she said yes. Then Kelly was confused. It was funny.
So we hung out in Kelly and Becca's dorm room and I found out that I'm shot down by Brian. (I want a picure CD!). Then we decided to get an early dinner with Becca, so we were going downstairs and Dana called to say that she was really close. So we got take out for dinner and when we came out of the dining hall, who should be there but Dana K and Kiiiiiim! We surprised Kelly because we rock! YAY! It was really cool, but Kelly had to go to work, so we hung out in Kelly's room until she came back. Actually, we miiiiiiiight have taken a liiiiiittle tiiiiiiiny field trip to the third floor......(oksopaulkenlinegotforkedanddanahaspictureproofimeanwhat?butkellyhadnothingtodowithit).
Ahem.
Then Dana went off to celebrate some holiday thing (I don't remember which one) with Becca. After she and Kelly came back we went to Starbucks and found out that Syracuse had lost the game, which was sad, but not surprising. Oh man, there are some high quality Starbucks quotes. Anywho, after that we went back to Day Hall and hung out in Kelly and Becca's room with the Shaw girls and Hong-Diem (or is it Hong-Deim?) and then we went to Hong-Diem's room to watch Love Actually. Good movie, that.
Then it was really late (or should I say early?) so we went to bed.
In the morning we woke up, ate breakfast (but not with Paul Kenline this time...) and then went back to Kelly's room to pack and stuff. After that we went down to Dana's car and stood around talking and jumping around like idiots and harassing innocent passers-by by asking them to take pictures of us. Actually, we only asked one person, and Kelly knew her. But eventually we really did have to leave, so we said good-bye and Kelly went to fencing and Dana drove me to the bus station because she's sweet like that.
Thank you for driving me, Dana! You're a really good driver, even if I squeaked a few times back there. I'm just the worst backseat driver ever. YAY! You rock!
Anyway, the Syracuse bus station is really small and nice and clean. I got a Subway sub and read about Islam and stood in line and then my bus came. It was a long bus ride back to Boston and we changed buses in Albany again. I arrived fine and made it to the T and arrived at Harvard Square 6 minutes too late for the 8:40 Senate Bus. So I sat in front of Harvard in the cold for an hour because I had nothing else to do.
When I got home there was a letter from Kelly in my mail box- YAY- which made it kinda not so sad that I was back. But Sara went home for the weekend, so my room was empty and dark when I got back, and I decided to leave my computer on all night. Nothing like a good screen saver to make you feel less lonely.

Anyway, I'd like to thank Kelly, Becca, Dana and Kim for making this the best weekend I've had in a month! I miss all of you guys soooo much and I can't wait until Christmas when everyone's going to be home and we can be silly and I can hit guys (or talk to guys for that matter) and we can jump around like crazywomen and joke and look at each other funny and do all the stuff we do. I didn't realize how much I missed laughing. Like, I think I've only really laughed hard once since I got here, and I didn't realize how much I missed it until this weekend. Anyway, I miss you all and I love you all!

The Best Weeekend Ever

2004-10-11T14:01:00.000-04:00

Oh my gosh. I just spent an hour writing this post and now it's gone.

Waiting

2004-10-02T14:39:00.000-04:00

I am waiting for a video that was due back over five minutes ago so I can watch it and write a paper on it. Baaaaaah. I've already watched this video, but it was two weeks ago and I don't really remember it anymore. I also lost my notes on it and I think it's on two tapes and I only got one. So...here I am waiting to watch it again.
Oh man, yesterday I went to go see Flogging Molly at a club with Sara and Naomi and it was fun fun fun. Flogging Molly rocks my socks! It was a hot concert, except I think some people started a fight right near us...or maybe it was just some intense moshing. But we really weren't in the mosh pit and one of the guys ran away really fast, so maybe it was a fight. Regardless, I ended up getting splashed with an unidentified and probably alcoholic liquid. Then, later, other people really did begin moshing right near us (to which I say, if you're gonna mosh, go in the mosh pit!) and it was more splattered alcohol for me. Mmmmmm. Remember last time we saw Flogging Molly and they shot the guy out of the cannon? And I accidentally groped Mr. Man who was stupidly crowd surfing on his stomach. And we saw Colleen Benack and Matt Miller and Derek Smith (why is Brian in the mosh pit? Why is he hugging an random man?) Awwwww, smoking Niko.
We stood right behind this girl that goes to Wellesley that Sara and I ate lunch with once and right next to this kid in Naomi's Japonese class. We lost our fellow Wellesley student, but we ate bagels with random Japonese class man and his friend after the concert. This was because niether Sara nor I had eaten dinner. Fencing practice ran over and I got back late and there was no time. :(
There was massive traffic on the way in to Boston and our bus was jam packed. I mean, people were standing in the aisle. I guess there were several events going on that evening. I think there was an Indian dancing competition or exhibition or something because all of these women dressed in beautiful, beautiful traditional dress were on the bus.

Tuesday is the memorial service for my Uncle Glenn and I'm not sure if I can make it. It's kinda dumb because I'm only three hours away, but I'd have to miss Islam, the second real fencing practice, Glee Club and bells. But I'd really like to go and I'd also like to see my mom. So, I don't know what to do.

Anyway, I'm gonna go see if the video is back yet, and if it isn't I'll cry. Or find some way to entertain myself for another 15 minutes.

Eh...

2004-09-29T22:18:00.000-04:00

My uncle died today. He'd been battling brain cancer for the past several years and it was really a miracle he lived this long. And even though he's really actually been kind of a vegetable for the past two years or so, he was a really cool person and I'm sad that he'll no longer be around to tell me cool things like Polartec is made out of recycled plastic.
So yeah.
Before I knew that, though I went out to lunch with my aunt and grandparents who are up visiting and had a really nice time with them. Then I went to lab and got out early.

May his memory be eternal.

My First Visitor!

2004-09-25T21:33:00.000-04:00

Today I got my first visitor! It was....Sarah Hyers is who very cool and I went to France with her.
So, I was woken up this morning by the stupid stupid uterus that decided it hated me and wanted to give me cramps. Darn thing. So I took an Ibuprofen and read about pirates until the pain went away. Then I got dressed, ate breakfast (and was sorely disappointed because there was no whipped cream left for my waffle) and hidely-hoed my way over to Boston on the Senate bus. There I took the T and found Quincy Market all by me onesies. I walked through Haymarket because I didn't know where I was going, and it was very fishy. But there were also fresh fruits and veggies, so that was cool. I found Cheers, where I was meeting Sarah, and waited for her there. When she arrived we walked around Quincy Market for a while, looked at stuff, I ate lunch, and then we took the T to Boston Common and were threatened by the squirrels. The squirrels here are the biggest, fattest squirrels I've ever seen and they aren't afraid of humans. They see you walking towards them and just stare at you. Sometimes they even advance like "yes, come closer, I want to eat you with my little squirrel teeth." I highly recomend any people with small children keep them close by when you visit Boston. The squirres will descend and carry them away if you aren't keeping a sharp look out.
Then Sarah and I found a cool little mall thing tucked away down a side street with a varied food selection, so we ate there. It was fun.
After that we took the T back to Quincy Market and watched a crazy street performer. Then I had to go (it was nearly 7). I took the T back to Harvard Square and got on the Senate bus, but there was some funky arrangement so there were two buses, but one was just an overflow bus. I guess there's a frat party tonight at MIT so there were tons of people going there. Anyway, the overflow bus was only going between Harvard Square and MIT, so we got dropped off at MIT and had to wait for the normal bus to come and take us back to Wellesley.
When I got in there was a package from me- homemade chocolate chip cookies from Pete and my dad. I think they're trying to fatten me up, and I'm not fighting with them. Thanks Pete and Pop! They are yummy times seven million!

I'm Sore!

2004-09-24T19:11:00.000-04:00

Ah, it's back to the good old days with me complaining about how sore I am. Yesterday's fencing practice wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but as today progressed I got more and more aware of the muscles in my legs and how much they were hating me.
Ok, so yesterday we ran 1/4 of a mile, which I know is not bad, and then we did push ups (yes my arms are sore) and sit ups (my abs weren't supposed to be sore but they are) and, most dreaded, leg-lifts. And some other stuff. But the moral of the story is that I'm on a real live sports team now and I'm doing athletic things. What's gotten in to me?
After practice we went to dinner in Pom, which is the vegetarian and kosher dining hall for those of you who don't know, and I found out that the fencing team is the one all the other teams make fun of. This doesn't make sense to me. I mean, we're the team with the weapons....
I also found out that, as this is competition fencing (no more pretty classical stuff...I hope I don't pick up bad habits!) fleching is allowed. And the coach is Hungarian. Yeah.
Then I had fun happy Glee Club rehearsal (YAY) where I seriously questioned the director's decision to make me a soprano. I definatly stop sounding angelic after high E, and high F barely comes out. I know I used to be able to make it to high A, but I really really really haven't sung up there in a while and I've lost it. Hm. Well, as she is a very cool person and an absolutly fantasic director she must have had her reasons.
Oh man, we did the coolest thing. We got a seating arrangement in Glee Club. She did it by section. Everyone in the section stood up and sung some warm ups and she just listened and switched people around, and then listened to small groups sing, and then the whole group, and switched more people around. She seated us by the people who brought out our voices best! Isn't that mad cool times 9?! I mean, usually choirs get seated with tall people in the back and short people in the front. So this is just as cool as it gets, in my opinion.
Hm, today I had class. I went to the ville twice - still no phone calls about jobs. Do you think it's their way of saying we don't want you? Or should I wait longer before I start to panic. Anyway, the first time I went to the ville it was to go to the back which was closed. Stupid building closed at 3! Why would it close at an absurd time like that? Most people are still in work! Sheesh! Then the second time was to get a card for Chrissy and more envelopes, because I ran out. That means I've sent 50 letters. I am so cool.
Then I checked my mail and found out that Jimmy Eat World is coming to Boston! I'm sooooooo excited. I mean, whenever I check their website they're always touring in Germany and the Netherlands. And they're playing the same venue Flogging Molly is going to be at, so I'll already know where it is! And Sara said she wanted to go too! Oh man, tickets go on sale tomorrow and I'm sooooo excited.
Many happy returns of the day to Mrs. Cooper and I hope you have a safe trip home Kelly!!!

Copying Dana

2004-09-22T22:13:00.000-04:00

Copying Dana because she is mad sweet.

Oh man, I'm tight with the economics man

2004-09-21T15:40:00.000-04:00

That's right ladies and gents, today was a day that was far outside the ordinary. I finished my Islam reading, understood it and was interested in it. I had Bells. AND I became best friends with Karl Case, the man who wrote our economics text book last year. Well, maybe not best friends, if you want to be really picky about it.
Anyway, here's the story:
After Islam I went over to Pendleton and wandered around looking for stairs. There were no stairs. So I found the elevator and took it to the fourth floor. There, I located room 409 and stood in the door way while Prof. Case finished telling a student about rent.
So I stepped into the room and said "You don't have me in any of your classes." And he said, "You look familiar." This was an odd thing to say because I've never seen him before in my life- because the picture on the inside of the Economics book doesn't count. "You had my mother. She graduated in '80" I said. So we talked about that for a bit and he asked for the phone number of my house and said he was going to call my mom that evening. Heehee.
Then I said, "I have an odd request for you..." and I explained about the Cornell thing. So he read the letter (and shook my hand for being a Democrat) and thought it was funny and he wanted to write something funny, but he had to think about it. So we took a walk down the hall to....look up my mother in the economics department files! Apparently they have a card for every student who's ever taken an econ class at Wellesley. So we found my mom and discovered she got an A in stats. My mom's cool like that.
Anywho, we went back to his office and he decided to call my mom right then and there. It was mad funny. She was really surprised, to say the least, and Prof. Case said that she should come and visit when she came up for Parents' Weekend.
Then he signed Cornell's card.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that I am tight (yo) with Prof. Case. Kinda like Kelly and Greg Kaufman.

Oh man, today was just a mad sweet day. I had Glee Club at 5 and it was AMAZING! In fact, amazing doesn't even cover it. I feel like I'm back with Mrs. Alks. Only, I have one sad announcement....I'm sorry Altos....I've gone over to the dark side.....yes. I'm singing soprano. I'm really really sorry. It was the director. But I will always be an alto at heart!

Fencing!

2004-09-20T21:40:00.000-04:00

This was a hot day. First I got letters from Briana and Chelsea (and home, but that's not exciting). Then I went to FENCING! Well, actually I only kinda went to fencing. I went to the meeting but I didn't stay to practice because I'm a bum and because I had reading times five million to do (I'm taking a well deserved break. I don't think I can handle any more big words telling me how Islam has been wronged by everyone everywhere forever.)
Anyway, fencing was mad hot, except I'm worried about being able to join the team because they practice every day at 4:30 and I've got conflicts on Tuesday and Wednesday, and I didn't stay today...so I hope all that works out.
And as I'm being besiged by people on line I shall go.

And the job search continues

2004-09-18T20:57:00.000-04:00

Ok. So I got up this morning at a semi-reasonable hour and wrote to Kelly cause she's mad sweet like that, talked to my aunt breifly and then my parents called so I chatted with them for a bit.
After that it was to the library to watch a movie for class, then back here and then to the Ville (or is it Vil?) to look for a job. Here's hoping I get hired somewhere!
Anway, Sara and I got back a little late and the dining has was closed! We just missed it! It was soooo dumb. So we ended up walking over to Schneider and I got Pizza Hut pizza because it was unhealthy. But I ate an orange, so it kinda evened out. Kinda.
Then we returned unto our dorm room and now we're feeding our internet addictions. It's all good.
And yeah. That's what I did today. Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting.

Blaaaaaaah!

2004-09-17T18:47:00.000-04:00

That's kinda what it's been like all day: Blaaaaaaaaah. But then I got letters from Ria and Kelly so I'm happy happy happy. Yaaaaaaaay!
Hm, what did I do today? I went to Bio where I wanted to KILL KILL KILL neckless Mr. Man. But I didn't, which is why I'm still here, I guess. Then I came home, resisted the urge to nap, read about Islam until my eyes bled, or until I was really not into reading it anymore, went to lunch, went to Islam and then learned lots of fun and interesting stuff about Islam. It was kind of an Islamic day.
After that I went to the library (which I think I have figured out by now, knock on wood) and tried to borrow The Guys, but they just got it in, so it wasn't in the system. this saddened and confused me, so I left, and returned unto my dorm room and chatted with Kelly and Marie and then returned to the library to see if anything had miraculouly changed. Nothing had. But I asked the girl- woman, I should say- at the reserve desk and she explained and then I got the book and it was happy and schlappy.
It was sad, kinda like the play I went to last night, but not thaaaaat sad. The Guys is about Sept. 11, but at least no one dies in the actual play. And it's actually kind of an upbeat play- helping to heal and remember, so, it actually kind of left me with a good feeling.
Hm, the moral of the story is I need a job. And I should also do my reading in a timely fashion.
And people should send me letters.
The End.

SWEEEEET!

2004-09-15T21:41:00.000-04:00

Oh man, I made Glee Club. I think this makes my life.
My name got left off the list by accident...and another Elizabeth's name got listed twice...oh man, this makes my life!
Yay! :-D

Aunts and beetles

2004-09-15T21:11:00.000-04:00

Today I had lunch in the vil with my Aunt Alice, who was in the area and dropped by to say hello. It was really nice, and I had a garlic bagel with cream cheese and was just happy as a clam. Then I got a birthday card for my grandfather and then we walked back to campus and I was almost late for lab. Heehee.
Oh man, today in lab we set up experiments with beetles. They are tiny! And they like to move around a lot, which is kind of a pain because I shall have to count them in 5 weeks after they've incubated at 29 degrees C at 50% humidity, which I guess are optimum breeding conditions, so instead of 20 in each container there will be lots more. But it's all good.
Today I got Kim's letter- yaaaaaaaay!
And I ate Chinese food and I did math homework and now I need to read about Islam, also known as write to my family, Kim and Kelly. Then I'll go to bed. Tomorrow I'll read about Islam.

Now I get it...

2004-09-14T10:58:00.000-04:00

Finally, I understand why I keep getting urges to strangle my bio teacher and think bad, mean thoughts about him even though he's really done nothing wrong. He has NO NECK! I'm sorry Mr. Bio Man, but there is no way I can enjoy your class. Ever.

Flogging Molly

2004-09-13T19:27:00.000-04:00

Yay! I just bought tickets to a Flogging Molly Concert! It's October 1st, and any one in the area that day is invited to come (but you have to get your own tickets.)

Tower Court Mixer

2004-09-12T17:36:00.000-04:00

I have to say that the Tower Court Mixer was very different than what I expected it to be. First off, it wasn't at Tower Court. It was actually in the gym, which is huge and so it makes sense to have it in the gym and not in Tower Court.
Secondly, we decided to walk over with Sara's FYM, which was a good idea, because she knew it was in the gym and we didn't. However, when we arived at Sara's FYM's door she and her two friends were finishing off the last of who knows how many shots of who knows what, so the walk over was...interesing. Yeah, apparently the only way to have fun at the Tower Court Mixer is if you're in various stages of drunkedness. I didn't know this, Sara didn't know this, but the majority of the people there knew this. It was good times.
So, once we got to the gym there was a huge long line of people waiting to get in. Sara's FYM, who was, to be fair, only slightly buzzed, was like, "you shouldn't have to wait in this line. I'm gonna take you up closer." So we skipped everybody and moved up really far, but it didn't matter because we stood outside for about an hour and a half anyway, and were absolutly smoshed between tons of people. There were two lines: a Wellesley line and an MIT line. One would think it would be pretty easy to distinguish between the two, but it was actually quite difficult because stupid MIT boys kept standing in the Wellelsley line. So it was confusing, and at one point I looked around and noticed that Sara and I were surrounded by men and only men and I was like "Hm, I don't think we're in the Wellesley line anymore." And we weren't. So we squeezed through the mess of people and got into the Wellesley line and got in in about 5 minutes.
Two obseravtions:
1. People who stand there and make out right in front of you are obnoxious and should be hit.
2. Dances are much more fun when your friends are there. I got in and I was missing everyone. Oh man, it would have been sooooooo much fun if everyone was there. I missed Meghan so much, because she would have danced and been crazy with me and not cared about anyone else. And instead Sara and I kinda stood there and danced a little and it was an ok time. I mean, Sara was awesome and I'm sooooo glad I went with her, but it was just the two of us for most of the time and that's not really all that fun.
I saw my FYM there and she swing danced (but not with me) and it was mad sweet. Then, at like, the second last song, this random man asked me if I wanted to dance. You know Magda's husband in Le Divorce? Well, the guy looked like him, only blonde, and he really didn't look or sound like a college student. So I was like, "Um...no, thank you," and he was like, "Ok. Bye." But it was a little weird.
The dance ended at 2, and we went right back to our dorm.
This morning was Flower Sunday, and I met my Big Sister and she gave me flowers (duh) and then we went to the non-denominational service and it was really nice. By non-denominational service, I mean there were a ton of religions represented. Baha'i, Buddhist, Hindu, Islam, Christian (Protestant and Catholic, shot down me) and Judiasm were all represented. It was a pretty cool service. Very new age.
Then I came back and alternatly read about Islam and napped. And now I must do math homework and Bio reading, also known as calling Kelly. Haha.

Woot.

2004-09-11T16:37:00.000-04:00

Ok, so Lysistrata is a random random play, and I will tell you all about it because I think it's relevent to today. Here's the basic plot: Lysistrata is a really intelligent woman who lives in Athens. She's really frustrated because Athens has just gotten its butt kicked by the Sicilians and they're fighting with everybody and basically so many men have died that there's nobody left to draft, but the wars are continuing. So she decides to do something about it. She calls all the women of all the different Greek city-states together and they all decide to refuse to sleep with their husbands until the city-states sign a peace treaty. In Athens the women take over the Acropolis- which is where the treasury is- and hide away in there and refuse to let any men in for several days. Eventually the men can't take being celibate anymore and the city-states sign a peace treaty and then everyone has sex. But not on stage. There were a lot of naked people, though. Not really for any reason, either. They were just kinda like "Everyone take your clothes off." Fifteen minutes go by. "Now everyone put your clothes back on." It was random random random times 7. But very funny.
And here's how I think the play is relevant to today. What if all the spouses or signifigant others of Congress and the Cabinate and the Presidant and the other heads of state that are backing the war in Iraq, rufuse to sleep with them until all the troops pull out of Iraq? Can't you just imagine Dick Cheney trying to get his wife into bed? ("Sleep with me or I'll have you put in prison for being unAmerican. This goes against the PATRIOT Act!")
Teeheehee.
Anway, I finished Lysistrata last night and then read Medea this afternoon while I did my laundry. Note to self- make sure you have enough quarters before you get down there. Yikes, I didn't know I had that much laundry! My favorite part was when the sign said "One washer load equals one dryer load," but I managed to fit three loads of wash into one dryer. So they're high. Or trying to make more money. But probably high. But the moral of the story was maybe this 4 plays a week thing wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.
Well, there's a mixer tonight at Tower Court, which is one of the dorms, and I beleive I shall go.

The Library

2004-09-10T19:54:00.000-04:00

I had a hard time beleiving today was Friday, somehow. It just seemed too soon for the week to be over. Not that I wanted to keep on having class. I need the weekend so I can read until I pass out. Hahaha.
Anyway, this morning I had Bio- reaaaally easy. I thank Mrs. Leuchner evertime I go to class for teaching me so well. Yay for Plantwoman! Then I came home and read about Islam and took a lovely nap. Then to luch, then to Islam and then to the library for....getting lost and confused! Yay!
Oh man, the library is soooo big. And I had to get two plays out for Theater, but I wasn't sure if they were on reserve or if I could take them out. The syllabus wasn't very clear. I guess some plays are on reserve, but some aren't, so, yeah. Anyway. I found out that I can take the two plays out- they're Medea by Eurpides and Lysistrata by Aristophanes which turned out to be really bawdy, in case anyone was wondering- but the lady at the desk confused me and told me that the Euripides was in the special book collection, so I went up there and looked for it, but I couldn't find it, so I asked for help and they looked it up on the computer and were like, "Yeah, we have one in here, but there are other ones you can actually take out," so then I went and found it and the other play and was happy and felt accomplished. After that I sat in the academic quad for about fifteen minutes (reading the Aristophanes) because I had a Basic Music Theory Placement test at four and it wasn't worth it to go back to my dorm since the music center is righ between the library and Caz.
I have to say, the music placement test was not fun. In fact it was the opposite of fun, mostly because a whole bunch of the questions were like "Look at these chords. Which is a diminished seventh? Which is a 6-4 chord?" What the heck is a 6-4 chord? Then there was a dictation section that was not cool. A nice old lady played piano and we had to write down what she played. All we got was the starting note. Bah to that. The moral of the story was, it took an hour and I hope I place out of Music 111, because I can't take music lessons unless I either take Music 111 or place out of it, and as there is no room in my schedule for another course and I don't need the music credit (woot theater) I had better place out or no lessons for me.
After the test I returned unto my dorm and Sara and I got...Chinese food! I was massively yummy, but they gave me enough veggie fried rice to feed an army, or me for the next week. There were also yummy yummy dumplings which I enjoyed until Sara pointed out that there were shrimp in them. They were good....but, when I think shrimp I think back to the time at my godfather's 40 memorial, to the meal afterward and how it was Lent and they gave us nice vegitarian dishes with huge dead shrimp-like things on them with all their legs and eyes and other nasty appendeges that shouldn't be left on dead animals and, well, I'm not a fan of shimp, is all.
Then I called Kelly because she called me while I was out munching on Chinese food, and now here I am.
My fortune was: You are going to change your present line of work.
To which I say, duh. My business establishment is centered in Buffalo and, while I'm sure the services of my employees- you'll remember they're mostly male- would be in high demand here, I'm too poor to transport everybody out to Wellesley, soooooo it looks like I'm going to have to either open up a branch right here or move on to something else. Sometimes life's just like that, ya know? If anyone has any suggestions as to what I should devote my entreprenurial energies to next, please leave me a message.
Also, ping-guo means apple in Chinese.

First Day of classes

2004-09-07T16:06:00.000-04:00

First off, I have an announcement to make: It's Tuesday. Secondly, I would like to say: I HAVE MAIL!!!!!!!! KELLY YOU ROCK! This was probably the highlight of my day.
Ok, so I woke up, went to Bio, came back, hiked to mail services and got my passport, returned to my dorm, started my reading, found that the first chapter of the book is reeeeeaaaaaalllllly easy and basic review stuff, stopped reading, went to Green Hall and got my working papers, bought post-it notes and batteries, checked out Molly's Pub- it was closed- hung around the acedemic green for 45 minutes because it was right by Founders Hall, checked the choir listings 4 times because I had nothing better to do (and they weren't up all four times), and went early to my class that I thought I was locked out of, but really I was trying to go in the wrong door.
Wow. I have the say that Islam in the Modern World sounds like a really interesting class. A difficult class- yikes, two big papers!- and one that requires a lot of reading- 10 books, count them, 10 books. More than all the rest of my classes put together and costing nearly as much- but a REALLY interesting class. So I'm looking forward to that.
After class I went and bought all 10 books, stood in line for ages and then checked the choir list again. It was up this time. And I'm shot down. Eh, C'est la vie. Maybe next year.
Then I went back to my dorm, had a cookie, found and read my HOT HOT MAIL, and now here I am, skipping Convocation like the rebel I am and avoiding homework already. Actually, there were bagpipes playing earlier and I almost went to Convocation because I really wanted to do stepsinging, but they do stepsinging at other times during the year, so I decided to be lazy and not go.
Oh, the comedian last night was really funny and I hope he comes back next year. Chances are good, seeing as this was his 11th time at Wellesley. Haha.
Alright, now I really have to do homework and write back to Kelly, who wrote me a letter like I asked, PHIL GETMAN!

The Calm before the Storm

2004-09-06T11:02:00.000-04:00

I guess that's kinda what today feels like. It's all quiet, only a few workshops and only one was mandatory...and classes start tomorrow. Egads!
Yesterday I woke up late, then sat around and wrote letters. Surprisingly, writing letters is really tiring, and I was really hungry for dinner, even though I hadn't left my room except to eat brunch and mail the letters when I was done. After dinner we hung around a bit, then went to Collins Cinema to check out the movie. There had been a rumer going around that they were showing "Zoolander", but it was a viscious lie. "Say Anything" was playing when we walked in- 80s romantic comedy with John Cusack who's name I can't spell and who has dreamy eyes. After that they showed "Trainspotting." It had Ewan McGregor in it, playing a heroin addict. There was more plot than that, but it's kinda hard to explain I guess. Not the type of movie you can summerize in one sentance. It was really good, though, if slightly disturbing, and very European (read: naked scenes and, um, yeah.....Kim cover your face).
Today I went to a meeting with the dorm APT (acedemic peer tutor) and got a form so I can register for my fourth class. And now, um, got nothing to do except fight with Phil and worry about tomorrow. So, yeah.
Send me mail!

Harvard Men and the Middle Finger

2004-09-04T22:04:00.000-04:00

So this afternoon Sara and I decided to go into Boston. We took the Senate Bus in to town and got off at Harvard Square and decided to try and find Quincy Market. Uh, let's just say that didn't work, and two or so hours later we were on a bus on our way back to Harvard Square, hungry and tired. (There was construction at one of the T stations so we had to take a bus where there was no underground.) Anyway, there we were, crammed into this bus, and we were standing right in the front and there was this man and an asian woman near us. They started talking about how they aren't from Boston, and the guy was from Austria and the woman was from, like, Singapore or something, and so I asked the man what part of Austria he was from and he said "Vienna". I was like, "I was there this summer!" and then we had a conversation about Austria and traveling and stuff and the Asian woman joined in and she was really nice. So we were chatting and I found out he was here for school. "What school" says I. "Harvard" says he. He's here working on his Ph. D. at Harvard. Hahaha. The first Harvard student I meet isn't even an undergrad. It was really cute, though. Later I saw him asking the asian woman for her number.....awwwwww....
Then later Sara and I were standing, waiting to cross the street and this car of boys drove past us and honked and said something that I didn't actually hear, but I'm sure was obsene. At first I was like, "Wha.....?" but then it hit me: flip them off.
So I did, and it was really empowering. Wheeeee! I flipped someone off for real today for the first time and I met Harvard man number one, even though I shall never see him again and he was too old for me and he kinda looked like Arnold Schwarenegger. Wow. I like Boston!

Nothing like jumping on the band wagon

2004-09-04T14:50:00.000-04:00

Ok, today I woke up, ate breakfast, wrote letters sitting on the bench outside of Founders- that was picturesque- skipped lunch, went to a choir audition (please please please please can I make it in???) came back to my dorm and ate chocolate and really funky starbursts because the dining halls were closed. Then I talked to people online and now I'm jumping on the bandwagon. Later: Boston? Maybe?
01. Who are you, what's our relationship:
02. How and where did we meet:
03. What's my middle name:
04. How long have you known me:
05. Tell me one good thing about myself:
06. When you first saw me, what was your impression:
07. My age:
08. Birthday:
09. My favorite band at the moment:
10. Color eyes:
11. Do I have any siblings:
12. Have you ever had a crush on me:
13. What's one of my favorite things to do:
14. Do you remember one of the 1st things I said to you:
15. Describe me in 3 words:
16. Name 5 things I love:
17. Do you think i'm good looking:
18. How would you describe me to someone:
19. Would you ever date me:
20. Tell me one thing you've always wanted to say but never did:
21. What do you like most about me:
22. If we could spend a day together, what would we do:
23. Have we ever gotten in a fight:
24. Do you think we will be friends for at least 3 or 4 more years:
25. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it:
26. What do you think my weakness is:
27. Do you think i'll get married:
28. What makes me happy:
29. What makes me sad:
30. What reminds you of me:
31. If you could give me anything, what would it be:
32. When's the last time you saw me:
33. Do you think our friendship is getting stonger/weaker or staying the same:
34. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen:
35. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you:
36. If I was an ice cream flavor, which would I be and why:
37. What song (if any) reminds you of me:
38. If you could change one thing about me, what would it be:
39. Would you make a move on me:
40. Do I cross your mind at least 1 time a day?:

All right childrens...GO!

The rest of my day!

2004-09-03T23:11:00.000-04:00

Ok, so the class picture went well. When we got to Severence Green, where it was being taken, there was this shouting competition going on between the dorms...and our dorm was kinda ghetto because our FYMs and RAs deserted us. The other dorms around us had FYMs and RAs to lead them in thier chants, but we had to lead ourselves, therefore our "When I say no, you say Peanuts...No..PEANUTS..No...PEANUTS" cheer was a little half hearted and our "We've got sass, We've got class, We've got jazz, We are Caz" was even worse. Oh, well.
It was funny, though. Some girls from another dorm wanted to be in the picture twice, so there was a little running fiasco. The camera that took the picture was a moving camera, so they sat all the way to one side and as soon as the camera moved off them they got up and ran to the other side of the picture. The camera guy was really nice about it, too. He slowed the camera down so they could all make it. Then, at the end of the picture, some upperclass men pelted us with water balloons from every side and I got soaked. Yikes.
Later me and Jaya, my new friend (yay!) took the Senate bus to Harvard Square and we wandered around a little bit. I was looking for posters for my room, but we only found one store that sold posters, and the only ones I kinda liked there were huge pictures of Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom from Pirates of the Carribean. As much as I like both of them, I couldn't quite bring myself to be that ditzy, so I think Sara and I are gonna try to go into town tomorrow and shop for dorm stuff.
I got White Peach Bubble tea from a very cool little tea bar. It was the first time I've had Bubble Tea and it was yummy yummy yummy! The people working there were sooooo nice, too. I'm definatly going there again. Then I came home, wrote a letter to my parents, wrote a check to my parents and attempted to activate my new credit card five million times (or two). I think I'm gonna try again soon. Yeah, don't ask.
PS- I bought tickets to Syracuse for October 8th. Surprise!!!!! Hahaha! Call me Kelly, and we'll make plans...heehee...hehehe..sorry, I just had to laugh, I feel very smug because, um, I do and I surprised Kelly, kind of, I hope and think and, eh whatever...
Today was a good day.
And PPS- if I write people letters, I better get a letter back, ok?

Happy happy happy

2004-09-03T15:39:00.000-04:00

Yay! I got into all of my classes and I'm rejoicing! Well, to be completely truthful, I only got into 3 because we only sign up for three now. Then there's a 10 day long add/drop period and at the end we all sign up for our forth class. But since my fourth class- Islam in the Modern world- has an unlimited class number, i'm pretty certain I'll get in...haha.
Today I have my class picture and then possibly heading in to Boston with a new friend! That will be fun fun.

College...

2004-09-02T21:40:00.000-04:00

So here I am at college. Just so you all know, I'm an adult know. I made it through that difficult right of passage: setting up my own computer, printer and successfully connecting my computer to the internet. However, I'm kinda mad at my computer right now because there's no little thingy to plug a mouse in and I'm getting really tired of the stupid stupid touch pad. To that I say bah.
I am actually surprised by how much I'm liking college. I don't know if I'd call it fun, yet, but I'm meeting lots of people (and forgetting their names five seconds after they introduce themselves). I'm happy because I passed my Quantitative reasoning and I placed into French 201. But that's kinda a moot point because I'm not planning on taking French this semester. The plan so far is to take Calc II, Bio 111 (with a nasty 3 hour lab) Islam in the modern world and a course called something like Plays and Production. Anywho, it should be a nice balance between working my eyeballs out and having fun fun fun, which I think is an important part of college.
The coolest thing ever is that there are so many international students. Out of a class of just over 600 there are representitivees from 42 countries. There's a girl from Russia and someone from Singapore and tons of people from China. There are Indians, Mexicans, a girl from Amsterdam...someone from Kuwait, someone from Korea, Nepal...it's really exciting!
Ok, I shall stop gushing.

Missing Kelly

2004-08-26T12:02:00.000-04:00

Hey, guys? I'm missing a Kelly. I think I might have misplaced her somewhere, but I'm not sure where. If you see her, can you let me know? I'd really appreaciate it. Thanks.
It's been just over 2 hours and I MISS KELLY!
Wah.
Anywho, I haven't written in a while because I've been very busy buying stuff and packing and being scared out of my mind about college. Yesterday we went over to Kelly's house for hardcore old movie night and saw tons and tons of old videos of us. We rock. Then Eric (that's what he gets for being mean. His name spelled with a "c"!) and Mark played a mean trick on us and told us that Mike was dating a 19 year old French woman who was hot and had huge...tracks of land. Buttfaces. I mean, what? Then I went home really late and got less than 3 hours of sleep (woot for being locked out of my house and having to climb in the window. I'm lucky none of my neighbors were awake to call the police.) Then it was to Kelly's house for...FORKING! oh, it's hot. The Mysterious Forker strikes again, mwahahaha! Then to Starbucks, Subway and back to Kelly's where I almost cried but didn't.
It's finally sinking in. College is real and I'm not ready! I don't want to go!
MAny apologies to Dana who I've been ignoring. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I haven't touched the computer in a week, I've been so busy. I'll get back to being on regularly, though. Once I settle in to the whole college routine. (Gah!)
And now I must go back to packing. I miss Dana and Kelly and everybody, even though I haven't left yet.

Warped Tour

2004-08-20T01:55:00.000-04:00

First and foremost, Warped Tour was amazing amazing amazing!
We all met at my house at around 10 (well, minus Naomi who we picked up later). I had some fantastic greek yogart for breakfast, with Austria honey. I'm so European. I must say, you cannot beat the Greeks when it comes to yogart.
Anywho, we picked up Naomi, bought gas and made a quick stop at Tim Horton's. I got a roast beef sandwich that would have tasted very yummy, had not stupid mean lady at the gates made me throw it out because you're not allowed to take food into the park. To her I say bah, and also, I was eating it in line so I woulnd't have to take it into the park. If you'd let me stand there and finish it, would it have been so bad? Would that have set off a hurricane Dwain or Devon, or contributed to the spreak of AIDS in Africa? No! But it would have saved me some money on lunch, and I guess we couldn't have had that, now could we? But I'm not bitter. (Ok, yes I am. I want my sandwich back!)
So, the first band we saw was Sugarcult. It was much much fun, but I felt like a bad fan because I only had one of their albums, and I don't even listen to it that often. (Kim's right- one does feel as if one should study for concerts.) I think that's where crowd surfer number one fell on my head. Woot concert injuries! Oh yeah, and they played my song to, the one about the girl who sleeps around and flips people off and has no friends...heehee.
We wandered around for a bit after that, hung out in the big place with the seats and listened to a pretty good band that we think was ASQ, and went to go see....YELLOWCARD! Here's the moral of the story: I LOVE Yellowcard! They are amazing and they're Democrats, of course! Plus it's Kelly and mine one year anniversary of discovering them as being the one good band in the midst of several terrible bands that sounded like they'd never played together before. (And remember when we saw the All American Rejects and it was, like, then 5 minues of the entire afternoon that I wasn't complaining about them in some way. Impeccible timeing, I say.) Ok, so people didn't really want to go to the front for this one, so we kinda stayed in the back, but I'm in love with the band, well, their music, at least, so Marie and I left them and moved forward. All I can say is that Yellowcard is amazing, and then I leave off speaking for staring into the distance and jumping up and down and clapping my hands. Oh yeah, I think this concert also marked the beginning of the pot smoking. (Not by us, duh.)
After Yellowcard we were hungry hungry hungry, so we decided to stand in line forever. Brian said it was because people were going in front of us. Stupid punks. Heehee. Anyway, New Found Glory was supposed to be performing, but we were still stuck in line, so we ditched Naomi and Marie (sorry guys!) and went to see them. Not impressed. They were okay, but nothing to write home about. About halfway through we got bored with them, so we decided to join the Flogging Molly crowd. Apparently we weren't the only bored people, because several hardcore Flogging Molly fans took to flipping off New Found Glory, in the hopes they'd leave early so Flogging Molly could start. No such luck. Eh, you can't have everything.
This I must say about Flogging Molly: I don't really know their music, but they put on the best concert, hands down. Irish accents, accordian, guy shooting out of a cannon, mosh pits opening right in front of us and many many crowd surfers all unite to make it just an amazingly fun fun fun fun fun concert. Oh, and there was that hot guy who fell on me. Well, he was moshing, and in an altered state of mind. Pretty hair, though. Veeeeeeery pretty hair. I think this was where crowd surfer number two fell on my head. I don't really remember, though. I think this was also the concert where I accidentally groped that guy. Sorry random Mr. Man. That's what happens when you crowd surf on your stomach. Oh, and we saw Derek Smith, Colleen Benack and MAtt Miller there too. It was just the popular place to be.
After Flogging Molly we caught up with Marie, Naomi and Dan Crowe. I saw Connor Smith earlier. He's growing his hairs out.
The last concert of the evening was Good Charlotte. Charlotte is my middle name, and the name of my grandmother. I think she's good. Anyway, that was a good concert, where I again felt like kinda a bad fan because I didn't have the new album, but I'm broke, so, yeah. Dan Crowe went crowd surfing because he's crazy, and Brian did a good job of picking people up and hurling them into the air. Ok, maybe it wasn't quite like that, but he continued in the tradition of saving us that he'd started at Flogging Molly (I think we might be in moshing range guys, sorry about that. But the plan is, if anyone starts to mosh near us, we hide behind Brian, ok? Hmmm, that worked out nicely.)
After that I got a fantastic Yellowcard T-shirt (yay! I'm wearing it now!) and so did Kim. Naomi got a Warped Tour tank top, and then we all headed out to the parking lot for a truck party in the back of Brian's truck. It was much fun, and we called Dana, and generally hung out and had a good time (smoking Niko) until all the traffic was gone and we didn't have an excuse to stay any longer. The Darian Lake people tried to make us take a detour and confuse us, but we showed them, and after some intense following Brian (look, he's doing 50 again) we made it to Tully's where we crashed (because we're all over 18 and can get in, yay) and at yummy yummy food. Then home I went and fell right into bed, because I was practically asleep on my feet.
Wow, Warped Tour was amazing. I can't wait until next year.....
...and a ps to my best friend ever ever ever: You rock my socks! Stay strong. I'm always here for you, and don't you forget that!

It's been a while

2004-08-14T16:05:00.000-04:00

Yeah, it's been about a month since I wrote in here. Luckily, I can summerized those weeks in a few short sentances: I went to Europe- Switzerland, Austria (biking from Salzburg to Vienna in 6 days), Italy (just Venice. It's an AMAZING city and I'm going back someday. My family is loserful not to like it.) and then back to Switzerland and home. Hidalgo is a terrible movie. Ok, that was two weeks. Then we had an amazing goodbye party thing at Briana's Aunt's cottage (and my mom actually let me stay over night. Wonder of wonder and miracle of miracles.) And, to quote Kelly, what happens in Canada, stays in Canada. And that's enough of that.
This week: the single girl's club, started by moi, has grown. Briana left for Arizona. I hope she has a safe trip!! And I'm now over two hours late for the fencing party. I'm gonna go, now that my spanakopita is FINALLY out of the oven.

I'm copying Kelly

2004-07-24T10:13:00.000-04:00

Ok, I'm copying Kelly by posting my itinerary right here for everyone to see. Here it is:

Sat Jul 24-leaving
Sun Jul 25   Arrive Zurich noontime
Mon Jul 26   Zurich   to Salzburg, bike trip booking and all that stuff
Tue   Jul 27   Day 2 bike
Wed  Jul 28   Day 3 bike
Thurs  Jul 29   Day 4 Bike
Fri  Jul 30 Day 5 Bike
Sat  Jul 31   Day 6 Bike
Sun   Aug 1   Day 7 Bike: To Vienna
Mon Aug 2  Vienna
Tue  Aug 3   Train Vienna to Venice
Wed  Aug 4  Venice
Thurs Aug 5   Fly from Venice to Zurich. Get to airport by 2:50 pm.
Rent car in Zurich, drive to Lucerne.
Fri Aug 6   Lucerne
Sat  Aug 7    Lucerne
Sun  Aug 8- return to Buffalo, landing 7:30 pm
Bye!

Dear 18-year-old Elizabeth

2004-07-22T13:03:00.000-04:00

This is possibly the best peice of mail I've ever received (spelling and punctuation errors and all):

Dear 18-year-old Elizabeth,
Remember me? little nine year-old Elizabeth who hates boys who think girls are wimpy? I hope you're geting good grades, you better be!!!! how is Browni? (the mouse!) are yiayai kai poppou all right? or are they dead? Are you still going to live with Gretchen and laura ina white house with green poka-dots with a snake a chinchilla and many other pets? are you still a messy pearson? what's your boy friends first and last name??? Sorry, sorry just keep me up to date!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you visited Mrs. Roche yet? you better!!!!!!! Do you still have nice cursive? are you still goig to be an actress or a nurse or a vetaranarian? are yougoing to go to collag? I would if I were old anough! Okay, okay, I wasen't telling you what to do! Are you still writing in your Diary? are you six feet tall yet? Do you have a new pet? are you going to get married? are you going to have a baby? Am I being anoying? Do you still have that ecosystem book that the third grade class made in room 112? by the way, how do you like being 18, able to vote, consitured an adult very miture!! I like being nine!!
Do you still stick up for people like Marie?? (your old third grade friend) is your favorite color still white or has it changed to blue or something? can you read my writing? please tell me the truth don't just be nice, I hate that excuse!!!! are you still in to acting? proububly not hu? do you still hate your brothers or are they coming in handy? just wondering! is reading still your favorite sudjucte in school? witch is your favorite grade so far? witch was you favorit age level so far? did you cross the street and look both ways when you were in the middle school? and did Mrs. Roche jump out and give you a prize? I hope so!!
                                                                                                    Sincerely,
Elizabeth from the time machien

And this is what I have to say for myself:
Dear 9-year-old Elizabeth,
Of course I remember you! How could I forget myself? I still hate boys who think girls are whimps, but there aren't very many of them anymore, which is an excellent thing. Don't worry about my grades, they're fine.
Browni died in fourth grade. She was followed by a succession of mice, all very nice, but after having one die from cancer I decided not to have any more pets. I still like snakes and chinchillas, though I'm not going to live in a house with Laura and Gretchen anymore.
Yiayia and Pappou are fine, both alive and well. I'm still a messy, disorganized procrastinator. I don't have a boyfriend at the moment, but that's ok. I do have two exs, though. One who is a complete jerk and one who I'm still very good friends with.
The last time I visited Mrs. Roche was last year, I think, when I went back to Lindbergh to say good-bye to Mrs. Noble, our fourth grade teacher who was retiring. My cursive, well, I don't use it a lot, but I think it's nice. At this point I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be a nurse or an actress or a vet. I am going to college at Wellesley (remember how we were so against going to a women's college? I guess times change) for English, probably to be an editor or do something in publishing. That is, if I can make a decision about doing pre-med.
I have a journal instead of a diary, now.  Peter and Alex were too interested in things that had locks. As for being six feet tall, well, let's just say I'm still waiting for that to happen. And how can you ask me about marraige and children, you silly? Save that stuff for a letter to my 30-year-old self!
I do still have the ecosystem book from third grade (but I never look at it).
I like being 18 and being able to vote. I don't know if I'd consider myself an adult, though, and I'm certainly not mature. In some ways I'm still a kid like you.
I will always stick up for the underdog. And Marie doesn't fit that description anymore. We're still friends, even though it was tough going sometimes in middle school when we never saw her!  I don't really have a favorite color anymore. Remember why we picked white for our favorite color? It was because white is the color produced when all colors of light are mixed. I love all colors, and I approve of white as a favorite color because I love love love the reason behind it.
It would be pretty sad if I couldn't read my own handwriting. It is a little on the messy side, but perfectly readable. Yor spelling could use a little improvement, however.
I'm not still into acting, at least, not for myself. I love movies and theater and who knows? One day I could write my own play! Pete's actually taken to acting recently, and you know Ben's always been in to that sort of thing. You'll be happy to know that Pete and I get along just fine now (amazing what high school can do to a brother). And someday Alex will grow up (I hope). As for all those favorite questions, life is too short to pick favorites. I loved every age and every grade. Each one was different and fun.
I don't remember if I looked both ways when I crossed the street in middle school, but even if I did I didn't get a prize from Mrs. Roche. That's ok, though. I think I can manage without one.
Love,
Elizabeth from the future

I drove a standard (all by my self)!

2004-07-20T17:14:00.000-04:00

Oh my goodness gracious. My mother let me drive her car without her sitting in the front seat. Yes, yes, yes gentle readers, Miss Manners, I mean me, actually drove a standard all my self and I didn't hit anything and I parked really well, Mr. Getman, and it was just the cat's pajamas.
Anywhooo...
Yesterday I cleaned my room some. The thing about my room is that I've been cleaning it for the entire summer, and I fear that it shall never be clean. I just have too much stuff, but I can't bring myself to part with any of it. Today was actually a good cleaning day, though. I threw stuff out. I feel like I did a lot, even though my room looks pretty much the same as it did this morning. Eh, appearances can be deciving.
So yesterday after fun fun cleaning I went to Kung fu and we did a massive ab workout thing and lots of push up that were really nasty and now my entire torso is really miserable and sore. We also sat in our splits for a while, so my legs are kinda sore, but they can handle that type of thing. My arms, however, are very wimpy.
At 9:30 we went to Starbucks. It was exciting because, as I exclimed in my first paragraph, I drove my mom's car all by myself. She's never let me do that before, so it was really exciting. There was a police officer at Starbucks, but it wasn't Shawn or Duke. :( Danana wanted to talk to him, but I didn't let her. We also got to meet Calen, kinda. He was really quiet and a lot shorter than I expected. That's ok. I understand that we can be a kind of overwhelming group at first.
After Starbucks Dana, Naomi, Christina and I piled over to Phil's house to hang out in his mad cool basement. We played Clue (and I'm not very good at it, I know) and Guess Who because we graduated from high school and we're adults. We also had this odd KoolAid that was apple flavored and did this weird cooling thing to the back of your throat. It wasn't a bad thing, just really wierd.
Then I drove people home and I got home in one peice and I rock. Ok. Now I is going to Mark's party and then to fencing.

Kilts make my life

2004-07-19T00:04:00.000-04:00

On Saturday I helped out at the Campfire car wash, even though I'm not in campfire and they are the sworn enemy of girl scouts. I was very peppy and held signs and screamed at people to get their cars washed (you need to get your car washed in order to be accepted by society, if you get your car washed people will like you, there are lovely young women who want to wash your car; we're the ugly ones, so they stuck us out here- I stole that one from Dana.) That was fun. Then we went to Emily's house and ate pizza and chips.
That evening some people went to Shakespeare in the Park and it was mad sweet. By mad sweet I mean there were men in kilts hacking at each other with broadswords and axes and parrying daggers and all sorts of sharp, pointy weapons. Well, there were really only two men in kilts, but two men are better than no men, so it made my life and I LOVE KILTS!!!!!
After that we went to Phil's house and played Scattergories in his sweet basement that has a new humongeous TV and is redone. Phil and I are a mad hot Scattergories team.
Today I cleaned my room some more, and then I went to Brian's party. Congrats and happy birthday to Brian. I'm insanely jealous because his parents love him more than mine do and bought him a really nice red truck. Well, just kidding. About the love thing, that is. They really bough him a truck. Yay for Brian! And it turns out that you only have to be 18 to be the liscenced adult in the front seat. Hot.
Christina taught us how to play Egyption Rat Screw, and my question is, how did it get that name? Not only that, but it's a really scary game to play, especially if you're sitting between Mike and Mark, and they're both intent on slapping the pile to get in. So after I got out I was too scared to try the slapping thing, so Kelly and I left to play Secret Agent with the little girls and fight against the evil boys, just like in the good old days. (Random moment: remember when Marie dumped a bucket of water on David Schirelli's head? I do. It was the highlight of my life.) And there was this mean little kid. The meanest little kid I ever met. First he pretended to have a booboo, and he lured Steve over. Then when Steve bent down to see if he was ok the little kid punched him in the face! It was terrible! And also really funny. The he told me a rabbit pooped on me. And then he said he pooped on me! Then I called him mean and in front of his dad, too. Then his dad said it was time to go (but not just because of that.)
Here is what I have to say: I'm not athletic. I cannot catch a football. I cannot throw a football. Heck, I just learned how to throw a frisbee, how can you expect me to know how to catch one?
Later, after most people left, we had a ballon letting go ceremony and let all of Brian's balloons go. It was cool, but Brian's dad called me short (and I'd given him a flower! For free! What's this world coming to?) Eh, that's life.
Then around 8 we ditched the boys and went out for coffee at Starbucks. To this I have to say: Thighmaster and the Artvoice was soooo the way to go. Too bad it failed at life. Kind of like your face.

Whoa!

2004-07-16T17:01:00.000-04:00

Suddenly and inexplicably my posting format thing I don't know how to describe it place has changed. It's a good change. Ooooo, like I can turn my text pretty colors. Wow, that was exciting!
Ok, so I don't really remember what I did on Wednesday. I remember in the evening I went to Condrelle's with Marie and Christina and Ang and Ria. I had salad, croutons and ice cream for dinner. It was a good day. Then we went and visited Kelly because she was going crazy doing her lawn. Ria and Ang ditched us, but that's ok. Kelly and I went to see Brian open his presents and then we went and had girl's night at Marie's. This involved candy, chips and Ever After. I love that movie! Drew Berrymore is one of my favorite actresses, even if she can't do a very good British accent. Plus the movie takes place in France. And Dougray Scott has amazing hair!
Hmmmm. On Thursday I had a harp lesson, and Kelly drove because she's cool like that. It was kind of sad, though, because it was our last lesson with Becky, maybe forever. I gave back all my books...well, except for one. I'm making copies out of that one that I can use if I ever get another gig. When I got home my mom was on the phone with Mrs. Kratzenberg. She's my hero! She was calling ot congratualate me on my 5 in AP English (yikes! how did that happen?) and she gave me my AP scores for free. She said to call her when I get back from my trip because she wants to hear about it. She rocks my socks!
Thursday evening we all went to Kim's, but Kim wasn't there! It turns out she was with Alex Moyer, and they came in after a few minutes. Kim has a sweet new computer. I was jealous because I wanted a sweet new computer, but I don't have to be anymore because now I have one too! It came in the mail today and it's hotttt times five million!
Anywhoo, we'd decided to have another girl's night because the boys thought they were too cool to hang out with us. Also known as they were having a boy's night. Haha. They wish they were cool. We played Cranium and Kelly and I are a mad hot team. Kim and Ria beat us, but we have a system going. For instance, everyone knows the symbol for squash, but now we have symbols for derby and thighmaster. Like I said, we're a mad hot team. And this is too random for words, but Ioani is in King Arthur. How hot is that? All right men, we 'ave to go back!
So now I have an announcement to make. It's taken me many months, I know, and untold labors, but, finally, I'm proud to let you all know that I have put my France pictures into a photo album. That's about all I did of note today.
My cousin left this morning (but I was sleeping, so I missed it), I finished the Da Vinci Code and I looked at my new bank account online. Soon I'm going to go out for Chinese food (yum!). And that's my day.
Oh, and the moral of the story is that I had way too much fun with the font colors, and someone should take them away from me before I do something drastic....heehee...

Um, yeah.

2004-07-14T14:10:00.000-04:00

So Tuesday morning at two Phil and I broke up. And we WERE going out for two weeks no matter what you say, Phil Getman. The 30th to the 13th is two weeks exactly. So there.
Anyway, yesterday I set up a bank account with Fleet. Now I've got my very own checkbook and debit card. I feel so very grown up. It's not cool.
Oh oh oh, I had an amazing meatball sub for lunch from Quizno's. My mom thought I was weird for getting onions on a meatball sub, but I say, I like onions and I shall get them on whatever I want. I think they enhanced the sub. Then I went to Target and got a hamper (funny word, don't you think?) for my dorm room. I didn't see Mike Davidson, though.
After Target I went to Kelly's and we had some more fun with her hair. First we gave Christina highlights, then we dyed Kelly's tips green, and I must say they are very hot. We also attacked Alex Moyer's hair and dyed his bangs green. Then we debated the odds of his mother ever letting him hang out with us again. Somewhere in between all of this we also dyed the edge of Kelly's bathtub green, but they're getting a new tub anyway, so it doesn't matter...right?
After all the hair fiasco we went to Starbucks. I got a grande caramel frapiccino and it was much yumminess. I kinda missed dinner, though, and my family was annoyed. They left 5 mintues after I got home, though, to see Fahrenhiet 911, however it's spelled, so I guess it all worked out.
Chelsika and I went to fencing where Kelly and I taught beginners. It was soooo exciting! I talked to Brian and showed him the bruises he gave me and he tried to deny that the nasty one on my chest was from him. Yeah, no one beleives him. After fencing, I went to Kelly's and found out that we were shot down by Sarah. Tsk, we see how it is.
Kelly drove me to Phil's and she is an excellent driver. Yay! She dropped me off and went to pick up Dan Bostaph and buy gas. While she was gone there was a Christina and Dan crisis that I'm still confused about. Are they together? Are they not? Does anyone know and will someone please tell me? I is quite confused.
During the Christina and Dan fiasco we played eggroll and I was the eggroll, as usual. MArk shuffled for me, though, which was really nice. Shuffling for me then was the only reason he was still standing at the end of the night. See, after Kelly and Bostaph and Christina and Dan all returned there wasn't enough room around Phil's kitchen table, so we all moved outside. That was fine, except Mark picked me up, which was not cool, and then held my arms back while Mike kissed the top of my head. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, I am contaminated forever. I kicked Mike once and I'll do it again! Ew ew ew. Ew. Shudder.
Anywhoo, that was a really nasty thunderstorm last night! It actually woke me up. And this morning my internet wouldn't work. But it magically came back by lunch, so it's all good. Then I went out to lunch with Phil and now that's all good too.
So, Ad negates a set agenda and Segal lived in snide villages.

Heat and Humidity

2004-07-12T23:08:00.000-04:00

I say the heat and humidity should take a vacation, go to someplace nice and far away, like, oh, St. Thomas. Right now I feel as if I've been rolled in honey, that's how gross and sticky I am.
Today I set my alarm for 10, and I actually dragged myself out of bed by 10:30. Yay! I checked my e-mail, which was tres exciting because I had three Wellesley related e-mails. One was from my roommate who sounds really cool and nice, one was from the music department lady about harping next year and the other was from the Copy room at Wellesly shooting me down because I'm not a work-study. But that's ok. Work-studies need the job more than I do.
At noon I went to Phil's house and we ate some yummy lunch and watched Top Gun. Then I went home and found out that Kelly PASSED HER DRIVING TEST. To which I say "of course!" Yay and Congrats Kelly! I knew you could do it! So I called Kelly and tried to make Chicken Stefatho (Greek chicken stew) at the same time. It took me kind of a long time (one chicken or duck, disjointed) and I got a crick in my neck. The phone cord decided it wanted to be letahl as well, and foiled some plots to knock my onions on the floor and take out my foot with a can of tomato paste.
At 5:30-ish I left the stew boiling on the stove and went to Kung Fu where we did fun monkey stuff. Then I returned unto my house for salad and a celebratory piece of strawberry rhubarb pie because my mom and brothers had returned from their two week sojourn in New Hampshire, bringing my cousin Jonathan with them. And Jono's been growing again...sheesh. Who gave him permission to do that? Certainly not I, and I have given him strict instructions to stop such nonsense at once. I only hope he listens.
After pie I went to Bookmiesters. They want to take Sarah (the other graduating senior) and me out to lunch. How nice! We were all a little punchy, though. And Gina had too much caffine...eh, it's funnier that way.
Okey-dokey. Just keep in mind that Ma, I am a muumuu mama, I am.

Graduation Parties out my ears...

2004-07-11T20:48:00.000-04:00

This was graduation party weekend for some reason and I don't know why. It's a very random weekend, why would all these people choose to have grad parties now?
On Friday I went to Phil's in the afternoon and then he and Bostaph and I went to Christina and Dan's grad party. Much funness and much good food! There was a little half japonese girl named Candy who was really cute and looked just like me when I was little. Yes, I looked very Asian. So much so that the most frequently asked question of me in kindergarden was "Are you Chinese?". (The answer was always no.)
So the highlights of the party were the Kareoke and the dancing. I must say that our eighth grade talent show act rocks my world and that Christina, Kelly, Kim and I should definatly form a Karoeke quartet. We can travel the country butchering every well-loved hit known to man. Our Kareoke bebut was followed by some hot dancing which the boys declined to join. Why don't guys like to dance? It's fun! And they were all dancing, albeit begrudgingly, at Prom. Hmph.
On Saturday I skipped King Fu and went to Phil's grad party. I got to meet his family- and they aren't weird, no matter what he tries to tell you. The only wierd thing was that he's related to the ECC Foreign Language Credit lady. She looked really familiar when I met her, but I couldn't place her, so I finally asked.
Oh geeze, I almost forgot. Before all the meeting of the family I learned how to play horseshoes. Close only counts in horseshoes and hand granades. I have no aim and apparently less arm muscle than I thought, because today my shoulder hurts just a little and I think it's from throwing stupid pieces of iron across the lawn (and missing the box most of the time.) When more of his cousins came we played volleyball and let me tell you, people are going to start asking how my parents treat me. Not only do I have yellowing fencing bruises, I now have bruises on my arms from volleyball. According to Brian this means I should eat more iron. He's probably right.
So today, Sunday, I was woken up at the ungodly hour of 8:30 am. I ordered a computer, which was surprisingly complicated, worked on cleaning my room some more, rode my bike to my cousin's grad party which was 8, not 4, miles away, rode my bike home from her grad party, cut both lawns and went to the Polka Festival in Niagara Falls with my Dad and Aunt Ellen. It was fun. There was loud Polka Music and much Polka dancing. I guess I've never really seen Polka dancing, so it was kinda cool, but kinda confusing because nobody was doing the same thing on the dance floor. I swear, every single couple was doing a different variation of the Polka. (And the entire time I was wondering if I would see Yasek because I spend too much time with Kelly and sometimes I pretend to know people in her CYO. Oh oh oh, there was a guy wearing a shirt that said Polska on it and yeah...I wish I was cool.) So that was a fun and different evening, although I am obligated to tell you that the Greek Festival is better, so you guys all better come next year.
Now I'm going to e-mail my room mate and hope that she's nice and that she likes me! Oh, and Happy Birthday to Erik (Eriq) and Brian! Finally, Erik can drive legally after 9...heeheehee.

I can't remember the last time I wrote

2004-07-08T18:30:00.000-04:00

Hm, it's been a while, I guess. And my memory is fried, as usual. What have I been doing for the last couple of days?
Well, on Monday I went to the zoo with Phil and Kelly and Brian and Naomi and Christina and Dan. It was INSANE! First the birds attacked us. Then Dan annoyed the gorilla that is bigger than he'll ever be and made it want to kill him and us. Then the two monkeys were scarring forever and I'm blocking that memory. We also found out that the sea otters aren't coming until after we're gone. I wanted to see them! :( Oh, but we saw Monique in the gift shop. That was cool.
After the zoo I went home, ate a really fast dinner and went to Kung Fu. When we bowed in we didn't say "Shurfu how" (spelling? I don't understand Chinese-Ebglish phonetics!) loud enough and Laoshi got mad at us and made us run. That was not cool, but it wasn't as bad as the last time we ran. Then we got to learn some cool slow Kung Fu, so class was fun. Afterwards I came home and showered and went and saw Harry Potter with Phil. That was fun. Only problem was when my dad came downstairs that night/morning and found that Phil was at our house he was less than pleased. This resulted in a Serious Discussion at Kelly's on Wednesday and I have to be home and in bed by 1. Eh, it won't last forever.
On Tuesday I went to fencing and I now have at least three rather unpleasant fencing bruises. Stupid epee. Well, no, I really like epee. It's just that two of the bruises are probably from epee and the other is probably from sabre. All three are from Brian, though, and I know that without a doubt. He redemed himself by giving me tips for fencing Lisa in sabre, however. I have to say, Joel is a smelly buttface that no one likes and if he tries to teach the "open" class sabre ever again, I'm going to throw down my foil and take him down with my bare hands. I was teaching the intermediates so I couldn't on Tuesday, but I will. Oh I will. Also, it's funnt that Kelly and I are the picnic committee because we forgot until Dan stared pointedly at us. Haha, that was funny.
Tuesday night my dad was out of town, so I slept over at Kelly's. We rented Eurotrip, L'auberge Espangole and the first two American Pie movies. Phil came over and watched Eurotrip with us. Scarring, scarring, scarred for the rest of my life. The Hitler kid and the naked men and and and there was much to scar me forever. Then Phil left and we watched L'auberge Espangole, which was a sweet movie whose main character looks like my old Greek teacher's fiance, well, maybe husband by now, and Run Lola Run. It was foreign movie night. Then it magically became 6 in the morning and so we went to bed.
We woke up at around 1 on Wednesday, I think. I went home, showered and returned to Kelly's house. There I read about Europe, read the paper, well Life and the comics, and took a nap, thereby trapping Kelly behind the couch. Sorry! I was tired and it wasn't as uncomfortable as it looked. Then my dad came over for dinner, followed by the aforementioned Serious Discussion and then both American Pie movies. Thank goodness Kim wasn't there.
Hmmmm. Today I slept until 11:30, enen though I was dutifully in bed by 1 or shortly thereafter. I talked to Phil, practiced, hung out with Kt and Molly which was much coolness because I haven't seen her for ages, went to my lesson, called Phil from there and really confused him (sorry), and now here I am. Later I shall eat a proper dinner with my father for the first time in who knows when, visit the library and go to see Farenhiet 911 (I know I can't spell).
Last word: Please keep Graham and his family in your thoughts and prayers. His grandmother passed away this morning. May her memory be eternal!

Friday, Friday, Friday

2004-07-04T15:40:00.000-04:00

Friday was an adventure. I had chores but I didn't do half of them because I ran out of time. I did scrub the turtle for about 45 mintues, though, and he hissed at me the entire time. Do turtles have feeling in their shells? I didn't think they did, but now I think they do. Hmm, it was an upsetting experience, though. First I thought the frog was dead, then the turtle tried to kill itself. See, when I went into Alex's room the frog was just floating on the top of the water. This was scary because he usually floats down under his rocks and I've never seen him just floating at the surface. And he wasn't moving. He didn't move for a good minute, not even when I put food in his tank. Thank goodness for the gold fish that are bigger than he is. One moved close by him and he darted away. Geeze. I was picturing telling my brother that his frog was dead and it was not a pretty picture. Then the turtle tried to kill itself by knocking the basin it was in off the bathroom sink and falling two and a half feet to the tile floor. Somehow it managed to land on its feel, but it was very confused and unhappy. Poor thing.
After that I drove myself, Kim (who we picked up from her dentist appointment), Marie, Naomi and Christina to the Galleria mall. I guess we missed the exit we were supposed to take, so we ended up taking this really funky way and taking about half an hour to get there. I had to leave kind of soon, so the other people secured a ride home from Kim's mom and I left. The only thing was I went out the wrong side of he mall and wandered around in the parking lot for about 15 minutes, wondering why I couldn't find my car and why nothing looked familiar. I called Kim and left her a sad message, then went back into the mall to try going out a different door. Kim called back, I found her, she pointed me in the right direction and I found my car at the exact time I was supposed to be home. Then I couldn't figure out how to get out of the parking lot. On top of this, my dad calls and asks where I am. So I'm driving aimlessly around, talking on a cellphone, being illegal and very unhappy. In the end I figured out how to get out of the parking lot and back to my house where my grandparents were waiting for me. They'd called the restuarant and Hutch's, which serves amazing food and is very, very nice, said they would save our table for us. Yay Hutch's!
After dinner I went to see Spider Man 2 with Phil. It was really good and I enjoyed it very much. I was annoyed at the fact that, without fail, MJ is always wearing a skirt or dress at the most inopportune time. I don't care if women in skirts are hotter than women in pants, Phil Getman. A sensible women wears pants when there's a possibility she's going to get kidnapped by a crazy scientist.
On Saturday I went with Kelly to a chorus concert at Fredonia. It was amazing, as usual. Then I fell asleep on the way home because I was really tired. After that we went to Ria's grad party and Michelle Struasser's grad party and I took people to Naomi's and went home and hung out with my dad who I've been ditching all week. We played three rounds of Word Thief and I got slaughtered. but c'est la vie. Then I stayed up until 2 talking to Phil and this morning I slept until 12:30. I got up, ate breakfast, showered and went to my Aunt Ellen's for limade and to admire her newly-finished hardwood floors. They are very beautiful.
After that I went to Phil's and ate yummy pizza and watched part of "Analyze That" and then we got picked up by my dad and tried to see the fireworks. Turned out they were canclled due to the rain, bit it wasn't raining anymore, so it was silly. Well, we didn't need fireworks anyway.
Then I got ice cream and saw Jessica Ramsden at Anderson's. Then we dropped Phil off and here I am, talking to him and Dan Bostaph and trying to finish this at the same time. Yay for multitasking!
PS- my DVD player is still broken. Why does it hate the world?

Ok

2004-07-01T18:08:00.000-04:00

I'm sorry you're surrounded by non-English speakers, Dana. If they're speaking French, though, they are cool non-English speakers. And Kim, you are special! I don't know why my blog wouldn't let you comment on that entry. Probably it's rebelling, just like me. Only, it's doing a better job than I am.
So. The night before last we went to Phil's and ate yummy pizza and watched Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life". It was fun and I got to drink homemade grape juice and it was really good! Then I went home and talked to Phil until almost 6 in the morning. It was funny because as I was going my bed I could hear my dad getting up for work.
Yesterday I slept till noon, ate spanakopita, cut Chelsea's hair- well, trimmed really-practiced until my fingers hurt and went to my lesson. Want to hear something terrible? They're shutting down Becky's school because they're stupid losers! Darn Bishop what's-his-name!
Then I inveted Kelly and Brian and Mrs. Cooper over for dinner so I could get rid of left over food from my grad party. I'm now out of spanakopita and tiropita. Yay! Then some other people came over and Eriq discovered my deck. Later played Imaginiff... and sent the boys and Naomi and Briana to get a movie. But it turns out my DVD player hates me and I don't understand it and so we had to give up on the movie and play Scattergories. It was fun, but people got very worked up. (awwwwww Rosa Parks! We're so cool Kelly).
Now I'm awake, but I don't know why. And I want to eat breakfast!

I have a story...

2004-07-01T02:42:00.000-04:00

To quote Kim, almost: I have a story to tell you. It's called I'm going out with Phil Getman. The end. Hee hee! :)

My hair is AMAZING!

2004-06-30T13:46:00.000-04:00

Yesterday with Widman was really fun. I had a yummy yummy garlic bagel and I think I love garlic more than anything else in the world. It's better than chocolate and there's plenty to go around. The only thing that was bad about yesterday morning was the fact that there was no parking in the Starbucks lot. None at all. Then when I finally found a spot Kim called and I had to leave my lovely parking place and pick her up. It's ok Kim! Kelly was supposed to dance aorund in my parking spot until we returned. But I guess she decided not to in favor of getting me a bagel and also to avoid being mobbed by crazed Starbucks-deprived Kenmorons. What's with that?
After we chatted with Ms. Widman for a while Christina decided she wanted me and Kim to cut her hair. It's because Kim did such a nice job cutting my hair earlier this month and I did a nice job fixing what I did to Kim's hair also earlier this month. Then after we finished making Christina's hair a work of art she decided she wanted a new color. Such a rebel.
First we went to Kt's grandfather's wake and met Phil and Bostaph there. Kt wasn't there but we talked with her mom. I'm really glad we went. None of us had met him, but it's nice just to be there to support the family. May his memory be eternal! And Kt's uncle too. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
After the wake we stopped at Walgreens to get some Sudafed (sp?) for Kelly because her cough returned uninvited. You're not wanted, Cough, you hear! Go away and leave my best friend alone!!!!!! We also decided to go crazy with out hair because we're rebels. Both Christina and Kim went red, I decided to just go for red streaks. Kelly wanted green tips but we couldn't find any green dye. I read this thing that said you could use Kool Aid to dye your hair, so we decided to try green Kool Aid. It didn't really work, though. Ah, well, there's still the rest of the summer in which to rebel.
Afterwards I ate dinner with the Coopers because they were nice and invited me. Thank you! It was much goodness. Then it was off to fencing. Mr. McRandom left handed dude from intermediate whose name I can never remember challenged me to a duel. I was all gearing up to fence him but Tom called lineup. Next week, though...
We decided to have an advanced weapons tournament in the hall that turned into a Brian winning every single bout tournament. He was being really mean to me! Really rude! But it doesn't matter because I kicked his butt and his spleen is mine. He fleched at me but I got him first, and that's what happen when you pick on people who are smaller than you. I was actually doing well until Kelly beat me. That's ok. It was a cute team victory. And a blue team victory. It works on so many levels! I miss Matt! Kelly rocks because she beat Martin.
We left fencing early to go back to Kt's grandfather's wake. We got there in the middle of a service. It was really sad. Lots of love to Kt and her family.
We left the funeral home and I took Chelsea home and stopped in to see my dad. I thought he was going to flip about my hair, but he's color blind, so he didn't even notice. I had to tell him, and he didn't care. He was more upset at me for procrastinating about the Church Scholarship. So I did it this morning. All I needed was a little prodding.
I still got a Responsability Lecture thing and was happy to escape to Kim's house for a very silly movie, "Stuck on You." Then I stayed up late talking to Phil again- I did not keep you up last night! It was totally your own fault, Phil Getman! Just kidding, I guess it was half my fault...
Anyway, that was my day. Now I'm just waiting for my scholarship letters to be done and I shall take them to church and restore myself to my father's good graces.

Still in my PJs

2004-06-29T10:59:00.000-04:00

The cool thing about summer is that it's 11 o'clock in the morning and I got up half and hour ago and I'm still in my PJs. I like that.
Yesterday I lounged around the house and avoided writing thank you notes. I really should do that. But I started cleaning my room. Now it only looks like a minor tropical storm hit it, not like a hurrican ran through it and then ravenous wolves tore it apart and then elephants decided to beat it up. It's a definate improvement. I also organized my pictures from this year and put them all into...the photo album that Marie gave me! Yay for good grad presents! Thank you Marie! I really needed a photo album, and not I only have to look for one, instead of two. (The France pictures are still floating in a nebulous non-photo-album-land). Then I tried to go to a movie with Naomi, but it turns out the movie people hate me and none of the times worked. So meh to them! Somewhere around this time I put a load of laundry in the wash. This included my Kung Fu shirt, which was gross. I thought to myself, hm, I need to remember to put these in the dryer this afternoon because I need my shirt this evening for class. So I continue on my merry way and go online and visit Kelly and eat her sub and eat some yummy ice cream and the next thing you know it's time to get ready for class and is my shirt dry? No! It's still in the washing machine where I forgot about it! I'm soooooooo dumb! I could hit myself.
So I skipped Kung Fu because Laoshi would yell at me and that's never fun. I'll just go on Wednesday.
Anyway, it turns out that I fail at life because writing group was canceled too, but I didn't know because I didn't read my e-mail before I left, so I went but nobody was there. :( Then I felt really dumb again. It's a reoccuring trend in my life, I think, and I want it to stop. Then I stayed up until 3:30 talking to Phil online and now it's 11:30 and I need to get out of my wonderful PJs so I can go get some coffee with Ms. Widman because she rocks hard core. And that's my story.

Yikes, I'm a Real Live ADULT!

2004-06-28T00:22:00.000-04:00

We graduated from high school today! Congrats, congrats, congrats to everyone! Class of 2004 kicks some major butt, and the school is definatly going to go down hill without us there for the coolness factor. But that's their problem. Next year we shall go to our respective colleges and rock the campuses. Look out world, here we come!!!!!!
Anyway, the last couple of days have just been party party party. On Friday we had an amazing party in Mang Park (for which rented an extra shelter that we didn't really need. D'oh!). All the coolest people were there, but we were ditched by Greg Kaufman, who told me he was "called into work at the last minute" today when I yelled at him before graduation (yeah, we see how it is), Greg Della Posta who is STILL a FRESHMAN and shall be until the first day school (well, that's my opinion) and Shawn, the coolest Buffalo Police officer and left handed-fencer in the world. Why, why did he skip our party? I even gave him some hard core good directions on how to get to the park! Shot down us. Some of the highlights of the party were: 1. Playing kickball with Mr. Watson and having my team win. Since when does a team I'm on win at anything? That would be never. 2. Playing with Meghan's HUGE beach ball. That was mad hot! Where did Meghan get it? I think I want one! Except our guy friends are too mean for words. We girls may be short, but that just puts our knees in closer proximity to your groins. So you can just rethink hovering behind us and stealing the ball from over our heads. Yeah, that's right. 3. Me almost getting kicked in the face by Jay Goldstein. Sorry if I'm buthering the spelling of your last name, Jay! 4. Playing Red Rover and me getting trampled by Rob Marsh. It's ok, Rob. Getting a fish-shaped bruise has made me the most popular kid at parties. I think we should agree, however, that we're too big and too old to play that game. It's dangerous!
Oh, and one last thing- Thank you to the random lady who helped me carry the subs to my car when I picked them up from Subway! Your help was very much appreciated!!!!!
On Saturday I went to Andy B's graduation brunch at Fanny's with some very random people. It was fun, but highly random. The people there were Joe Sleap, Chris Arnet (BDCMCADB), Ellen Walthers, Liz Stancliff, Leah Rankin, Colin Griffin and Laura Bowen. And Kelly Cooper, of course. Then I went home, helped set up for my party- sorry, family only, guys- and then abandonded them again for DanBostaph's party. I could only go for a little bit, and I completely missed Amanda Webster's party. Sorry Webby! I'm still looking forward to hanging out with you in Boston! At DanBostaph's party I lost to Said in carpet ball, but what can you expect? It was kind of a disappointing party, though. I thought all the Bostaphs were taller that life, but It turns out that the extended Bostaph family is normally sized. :( That's ok, I'll get over it.
After the Bostaph's party I returned unto my house and my own party commenced. Sometimes my family is very funny and likes to make fun of each other. Acutally, that only refers to the Greenburgs. Still, they're always funny to be around. Also, I would like to announce that my chances of ever being invited to an awards show in Hollywood are slowly but surely declining. Not that they were ever that great to begin with. Kelly, when you marry him could you get me an extra ticket? He probably won't invite me of his own volition, but it still counts if you do.
And then Sunday happened. We graduated, found out that Mrs. Monaco, the English teacher, actually conducts the orchestra, and I saw my unpleasant ex for the last time. YES! This was followed by fun party hopping (Kelly's, Chelsea's, Mike's, back to Kelly's, Naomi's and then Kim's). It was fun fun fun, even if Mark was mean to me the entire time! Next time I get a wet willy, someone is losing their gonads, and I doubt there'll be any anesthesia handy. Also, Mike is mean, and Eriq is mean and Phil is mean. Brian get's Kudo's for saving me many times. I propose taking away Mike's Boy of the Year Award and giving it to Brian.
Now it's late, no matter what the messed up clock thing on my journal says. I have no idea how it comes up with posting times, but they are always wrong by a lot.
Also- Mr. Greco is a jerk because he butchers the English language everytime he opens his mouth. Thank goodness he wasn't speaking at "Commencement" today. That would have been painful!

May His Memory be Eternal

2004-06-24T21:40:00.000-04:00

There's a saying in my church when somebody dies: May his memory be eternal. Kt, I never knew your grandfather, but he sounded like a really cool person. May his memory be eternal! (And also to Kelly- I missed the 40 day memorial- May his memeory be eternal!)
Mr. Greco is a moron and I'm really tired, so I'm going to bed. Good night!

The Brother Mine

2004-06-23T18:47:00.000-04:00

The brother mine can go to hell and rot there for eternity. In fact he probably will, but that's just my opinion. Someday it will be fact. I apoligize to anybody who was exposed to his post- that's what I get for leaving my desktop up. I won't be that stupid again.
Anyway, other than living in a house with a complete asshole, it's been a good day. Easy chem exam followed by fifteen minutes of meaningless limericks. I thought I was going to have to stay more than the hour and a half- I usually do- but I actually finished early! Quelle suprise!
When I got in from the exam I scared Peter half to death. I was singing in the kitchen...I guess he thought I was some random singing burgeler. The first thing he said to me was, "You have a major problem." Awwwww, I'm gonna miss Pete next year.
After yummy yummy Annie's for lunch I went online and found out the news of the hour: Phil et Ang sont fini. That was sad. I hope you feel better Phil! And stay hydrated!
Then I went to Starbucks with Naomi and Kim and Moyer and Chistina and Dana and Stan. On a happier note- Christina is feeling great! Yay, Christina! You rock! I got a sub at Subway because, um, I wanted one and Stan was sitting next to me and I was jealous of his food. Then we hung out at Target, but didn't see Mike Davidson. Oh My Goodness Gracious, they have the coolest hats there ever in the world. Yes, yes they do. They're huge and floppy and really really comfy and they look really silly. They rock, and kudos to Alex Moyer for discovering them! I love hats...but it's just not the same without Elric. Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, will you tell him that I miss his expert hat advice? Actually, I should write him a letter and tell him myself. Hmmm, I should probably write Q a letter, too, but that involves effort. I don't think he likes me, anyway. French pothead...
Did anyone else get a letter from Vector? I have no idea what this company is or what it does, but they want to give "Selected 2004 H.S. Graduates" a job. I haven't graduated yet. So there to them. Plus it says "customer, sales and service positions available." I'm not very outgoing, so I don't think I'd be any good at those things. This job just isn't meant for me. Eh, ca va. C'est la vie, n'est pas?
Oh, and Mrs. Kratzenberg called. She can't come to our huge grad party. :(

Chemistry Exam!

2004-06-22T13:50:00.000-04:00

Eeeeeek! My chem exam is tomorrow. Do you know what I did all morning? Studied chem! Do you know what I'll do all afternoon? Study chem! Yes! I have chemistry facts coming out of my ears and even the roots of my hair! It's highly not cool.
Anyway, I would just like to point out that you can tell Kelly and I have been friends a long time. See, she knows my family almost better than I do. Yes, Kelly, you're right. Alex tried to tell us that he was fourteen, even as he opened his gifts. sigh. That's my crazy brother.
And yes, the naked, screaming baby is better, I guess. According to the parents he picked up a virus at day care, which is why he got dehydrated. I think they're in denial about their kid being really weird and being almost two and refusing to eat solid foods. That's not normal and it's not healthy! A growing infant needs tons of nutrients and proteins and vitamins that he can't get from liquids. His growth could be permentantly stunted by his own stubbornness. Dumb kid. And dumb parents. I'm annoyed at all three of them!
So yeah, off I go, back to happy chemistry land...

Ch.13, In Which Dizbit Tells the Saga of the Naked, Screaming Baby

2004-06-21T16:51:00.000-04:00

The moral of the story is, folks, that two years old is just too old to be baptized. At that age the infant is congnizent enough to realize that it's being held by people that aren't its parents, it's getting dunked in water by a person that it may never have seen before and may never see again and it is old enough to scream nearly continuously while all of this is going on (and in my church, baptisms last, on average, for an hour). This is what I learned on Sunday: a two year old baby resists baptism like a cat resists a bath. But enough of that.
You know what's really exciting? Shaolin Soccer is finally showing in America! So what if it's only in one theater and that theater is far away in Amherst or someplace else way away away down Sheridan. It was a very silly movie and I really enjoyed it. If you like silly movies in Chinese that have really awesome, though somewhat digitally enhanced, Kung Fu and a really random dance scene, then I highly recomend that you go see Shaolin Soccer.
Today is my little itty bitty brother's birthday. Alex turned 13 today. He's now a real, live teeager. Thank God I'm moving out in two months. Happy Birthday, Alex! Pete and I got him a bean bag chair and a lava lamp. On the way to Target to get said items Mr. Rigney was driving the car behind us. Peter tried to get his attention and wave to him, but Mr. Rigney didn't notice him. It was random. Then I saw Mike Davidson in the target parking lot, which is much less random, considering he works there. Eh, that was about the only meaningful thing I did today.
So here's the plan for the rest of my day: Go to Kung Fu, eat cake with my family, go to Bookmeisters for the first time in forever! Yay!

So much to do, so little time!

2004-06-20T12:47:00.000-04:00

Yikes, it feels like I've been really busy. Friday was fun, beating down, I mean, partying it up with Greg...No, we were very nice, and Kt baked him cookies and Chelsea and I helped by frosting them and it was a good time. Then Mark called us at Greg's, and we decided to ditch him and go to a movie! And we went to the drive in and it was exciting, because I'd never been to a drive in before! But Mark gave me terible directions that I didn't understand and so I got lost and the only person in the car with any sense of direction- Brian- was suffering from sever lack of confidence, so that decreased his usefulness. Well, we got to the place late, but we only missed the previews (which, in my opinion, is the best part about movies, so that was not cool).
Since we arrived separatly, Mark and I were parked in different places, so my car all piled out and converged on Mark's car. We all tried to sit on the hood, but the mosquitoes were viscious, so then we all tried to cram into Mark's car. It worked for Shrek 2, but the other movie was going to be Harry Potter, so Mark moved my car next to his during the intermission (and somehow ended up leaving Brian's shoes in my car. How did that happen?) and I had a great view for Harry Potter and it rocked. Yes, the director had to leave some stuff out, and yes, they was semi-important things too, but minus that, I thought he did an excellent job. There were some really scary moments in this one, and the coolest thing was, even though there was magic and you were always aware of it, it wasn't big flashy magic, like it's been in the other movies.
Emma Thompson rocks my socks! She was great as Prof. Trelawny.
One of the biggest shocks about the movie was how old everyone has gotten. I'd just seen the first Harry Potter in French class, but I only saw the second one once, last year when it came out. What a difference! The characters are all taller and thinner and the boys' voices are deeper.
So anyway, I ended up getting home at about 2, and I had to wake up early to go to Kung Fu, or so I thought. Nope. I got there and apparently there's been a time change. The adult class doesn't start until noon. So I went back home, cut the grass and hung around for an hour before leaving again.
We took my dad and my grandfather out for dinner for Father's Day, then went back to my grandparents' house for cake. That was fun, but kinda sad too. The mother of one of my dad's high school friends is a Holocost survivor, and she came and talked to us. Well, it wasn't quite that random. I guess after Steven Speilburg made Chindler's List he became very interested in preserving the memories of Holocost survivors. He got a list of the names of all the survivors from the Holocost Museum in Washington DC and sent a letter to everyone, asking if they would be willing to be filmed talking about their expreiences. The woman who talked to us also brought the tapes of her interview.
I thought her story was interesting, but I've always liked history. My brothers are young and stupid, so they thought everything was boring, same old-same old and all that. But they're dumb.
Then, in the final stretch of my marathon Saturday, I took my brothers to see Dodgeball. I don't know why. If anyone is thinking of seeing it I beg you to reconsider, save yourself $8 or go see something better. Seeing Dodgeball= waste of time, unless you're a guy and then there's a 50-50 chance you'll actually like it. No offense guys, but my brothers really liked it, so my accusations are not unfounded. Also, Sam Falcone was there with a girl. Ew.
Oh my goodness gracious, today was the last Sunday I'll sing with the Choir for several months. They're singing next week, but we're not going because of graduation. Dumb "commencement" or whatever they call it. Why is it not called graduation anymore? By calling it commencment are they implying that with that simple ceremony we'll "commence" with the beginning of the rest of our lives? Haven't they heard? College isn't real life. We don't have to worry about that for the next four years! To them I say bah.
Well, I have to go to a baptism. Happy Dad's day to fathers here, there and everywhere.
PS- Kelly is my hero!

This is what I have to say:

2004-06-18T11:16:00.000-04:00

This is what I have to say: Ramen rules my world and so what if it's like the Korean equivilant of potato chips, I shall eat it for breakfast until I get tired of it and that will be never. Also, strapless bras are an abomination to civilization, and I hope that the next bill in congress has a rider attatched about outlawing them. Do you know what my stupid strapless bra did to me? It left a big welt on my side and it HURTS! Stupid strapless undergarment! And here's the other thing- Shakespearian insults are soooo much better than modern insults. I mean "Bite me, jerk" is very concise, but how can it compare to "You leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, knotty-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish pouch!" or "I would the milk thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!". A mouthful, yes, but much more satisfying in the end.
So, I just want the world to know that I am so cool I'm going to a freshman (almost sophomore now, I guess) boy's birthday party. Yes, yes, bow down to the coolness (shut up Phil...).
Here's the new plan: Kelly, Kim and I skip college and move to France, where Kim and I will open up a hair salon called 3 and 5, and Kelly will ride the tubes at the Charles De Gaulle airport. These will be our day jobs. At night, we will be superheros and punk rockers and have many amazing hits including "The Chicken Song" and "The Princess Pat". Any questions? You can contact our Rigabamboo.

Rain, rain go away...

2004-06-17T22:16:00.000-04:00

It was an icky day today. Rain, rain, rain and the occasional downpour all day long. Yuck. Now it's really humid and foggy, but the fog actually looks really cool. I encourage all to run to their windows and look.
I just came back from a dinner thing at some friends-of-the-parent's house. The moral of the story is there is always yummy food at these types of functions, and people like us get to feel cool and grown up (even though I declined the sausage that the rest of the adults were eating and opted for the kid dinner- hot dogs!) The other moral of the story is that there are also always really good desserts, like raspberry pecan brownies and strawberry shortcake. Therefore everyone is well-fed and happy by the time they walk out the door (minus the squalling infant that's exhausted and threw itself on the floor accidentally two minutes before leaving). The end.

Note to Kelly: You are the strongest bravest coolest person I know. I can't imagine the strength it takes just to keep moving sometimes, and still have the courage and the presence of mind to keep a calm outward face and hide all your struggles inside. Probably, if I were you, I would be depressed all the time, which is a dumb way to be because one's father always wants one to be happy, and while it's nice to know you're missed, it's not nice to be the source of someone's deep and terrible sorrow. I guess what I'm trying to say is don't cry too much on Father's day, because even though your dad might not be there physically, his spirit has never left your side, not since the day he left this earth. And he'll be there on Sunday, as he has been everyday, giving you invisible hugs and just glowing with pride for all the great things you and David have done and all the great things you'll ever do. He loves you and God loves you and we all love you, and don't you ever forget that!

Out for a night on the town in Paris...

Fall break

It's Lake Day...

Dear World,

Happy Birthday, Kelly Cooper!

Mint milanos= yummy

I love show tunes!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Maximillian

My Anduraru

My first visitor of the year!

I like Dana's list thing better than that other one

Memorial

Noooooo!

I HAVE A HEDGEHOG!

Avoiding binding energy

I'm not a contralto!

The Shady Dame of Seville...

Reviving my poor nearly dead blog

*Gasp* I'm a liberal!

Your Political Profile

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELLY COOPER!

Boondock Saints!

Jumping on the Bandwagon!

In a nutshell:

Dyke Ball and whatnot

Mal*Wart- your source for cheap plastic crap.

This is what happens:

Crazy fencing times!

Peer Pressure!

Too much homework + bad dorm food=

A Tribute to Steve Hilbert- one day late

Snow Day!

Review of the week

Our new friend Brad

Defenestration

!

This worked out...

POWER TOOLS!

Garden State

Happy Thanksgiving!

I won!

I need fat!

I actually went out this weekend!

Day 2 in Hell

My thoughts-

Black Monday

My First Fencing Tournament Ever!

It's been a while...

I got to sleep in this morning!

Anywhoooooo...

My traumatizing day

Best Weekend Ever: Second try

The Best Weeekend Ever

Waiting

Eh...

My First Visitor!

I'm Sore!

Copying Dana

Oh man, I'm tight with the economics man

Fencing!

And the job search continues

Blaaaaaaah!

SWEEEEET!

Aunts and beetles

Now I get it...

Flogging Molly

Tower Court Mixer

Woot.

The Library

First Day of classes

The Calm before the Storm

Harvard Men and the Middle Finger

Nothing like jumping on the band wagon

The rest of my day!

Happy happy happy

College...

Missing Kelly

Warped Tour

It's been a while

Gasp I'm a liberal!