O'Reilly strikes again:

"Prove your self worth-pull a fire alarm!
Too boring, dull, or stupid to have fun the normal way? Why not cause a building wide evacuation? What better way to make friends than to wake everyone up in the middle of the night? You're sure to be the praise of the dorm as hundreds of us stand shivering in the cold. Prove to everyone how brave you are by bolting like a deer the second you the alarm sounds to avoid geting caught. Your fellow frat boys are sure to be impressed! And it's so creative! Nobody's ever thought of this before! So what are you waiting for? Start your new life today!

Note-if you actually do pull a fire alarm, I will end your new life very quickly."


No, there weren't any more fire alarms last night, but there could've been! I really thought there would've been, because I planned on sleeping, which I did, but I'm still tired.
Breakfast with my lifeguard book sounds good.

from one of the UCTV (male) folks, who stole it from somewhere else: "I'm not gay, but my boyfriend is."

If you caught the news tonight, I'm sorry. It was bad, I wasn't on, technical difficulties, etc, etc. I think I'm going to watch that Buffy episode I downloaded a few days ago, and go to bed. Watch me though - you'll notice that most of my entries were posted in the wee hours of the morning. There's a reason for that.

-YAWN-

I get to relax! Well, news tonight and lifeguarding final tomorrow. It's a really slow week music-wise - I was checking my usual sources for my lil arts report for the news, and I ain't got much. Chordials, symphonic band, and some jazz stuff....the jazz actually sounds really good. I just might reconsider going home this weekend, or at least come back early...last show at Jorgenson, hate to miss it. Maybe I'll try to get a ride home Saturday.

So, the concert yesterday went really well. My dad was sleeping during the Mozart, but he liked the Brahms (because I was in it) and he likes any Beethoven. He did say something to the effect of, "why can't you guys do any cheerful songs? Everyone's always 'shterben!'" Ha, ha.
He also said he was to miss coming to these concerts. I guess I didn't realize how much it meant to them to come see all my choir things....and there have been a lot. I'm considering trying to get choir for next spring semester.

Today after my bio practical I was walking by Mirror Lake, and dropped my stuff so I could lie down and stare at nothing for awhile. It was great. I usually feel pressed to have a book or newspaper or something, but why should I? It's nice to just stop. My exam this morning went not well at all, and the practical went ok. Except for the physics lab final Wednesday, that's all my heavy stuff for the week. Nice feeling. And, nice weather again tomorrow!

I think I'm going to take the job at Lake Winfield. I think my stomach is still upset with me. I think a full night's sleep is going to be unbelievably awesome.
I think it's going to be weird moving into the new house, and I think it's going to be a little uncomfortable if I do go see my high school's play this weekend.
I think I may have a very good reason to stay here for as long as possible. I think I need to get all the porn off my computer before I go home. :0

Yep, still not done studying - have another chapter plus to work through, so I'm listening to the Biebl Ave Maria again. Because, you know, that's productive. I still have a lot on my mind, and I'm in procrastination mode yet again. Just finished reading through Jess H's blog - that is some hot shit, Jess. I don't think that on my weirdest days or in my weirdest dreams I come anywhere near my family having a narrow escape from being smothered by Jennifer Lopez. Props for randomness.

My stomach hurts.

I don't think I'm going to get away with not following up that entry for too much longer. I really do have to study, so in a nutshell: I got wasted last night, and no I wasn't at X-Lot (grrr). I wanted to at least see it, but my extremely low tolerance got the better of me by 10pm. I was with friends at least, one of whom was sober, so I was ok. But damn.....I don't want to go through that again any time soon. I wrote about finding limits a couple entries back, and how I hadn't really found any of mine yet. Well, I found one. I have to say though, up until the extreme nausea/puking stage, I had fun.
Besides my drinking limit, I think I may have found something else this weekend that I've been looking for. I'm not going to say too much more than that in case it doesn't pan out, but suffice to say I really, really hope it does. We'll see :-).

Off to Jess's to get one index card, then back to studying for physics. I have a good feeling about this exam, but that could just be the leftover nausea.

I just woke up. And, I think my liver finally worked - I still feel sick, but the world isn't spinning any more. That was not something I want to repeat any time soon. I'll write about it later, but for now I'll just say thank you Jory. I meant it when I said I'd rather have people there then go through that alone, so thank you.

Uuuuuuuuugh.

Physics........sleep.......coffee........Friday at 4:30pm, I'm going down for a nap. That's my goal.

I HATE Thursday nights!!!!

Physics is going slower than usual tonight, mostly because I'm procrastinating horribly. So, here's something amusing - my camera is among the broken, so the most recent roll of anything I had taken is from a disposable camera from my high school PTSA, graduation night. I used it on and off all summer, and finished off the last couple shots at Illusions a month or two ago....maybe longer than that. The place lost my film, and I wound up on the phone trying to give a description of what was on the roll, which of course I didn't remember too well. They said they'd call back in a week, didn't, and I forgot about it. So, guess what comes in the mail today? All 13 shots of what I think was at least a 24-exposure disposable, but to be fair the rest didn't come out (they didn't include the prints, but that little preview shot plus all the negatives are there). So now I have my pictures! There's a really cute one of my little sister at Lake Compounce (I took her for her 10th birthday), a few cute ones of me ;), and random Lake stuff plus those couple from Illusions. Yay!

I went to the CDN concert tonight (but alas, not the party), and daaaaaamn. I was really glad I went, and the Ave Maria is going to haunt me all night (in a good way). They were very, very, very good, and put on a great show. Steph just came over so I'm going to go do....homework......goodnight.

lelila1015: I am here to better myself through education, I am here to better myself through education, I am here to better myself through education, I am here to better myself through education, I am here to better myself through education
Kitsune Zero 179: I am here to education myself through better,I am here to education myself through better,I am here to education myself through better,I am here to education myself through better,

And so it goes. I would love to say that I have all my work done and therefore can be a happy little antisocial drunk this weekend, but I don't, and I can't. Whine, whine, whine, bitch, bitch, bitch. Candice only stayed for a bit today, because the show she came to see ended up going much later than we expected. Ah well. I talked to Lauren yesterday - first time since Dana's funeral. She was in full work/stress mode, and spends most of her time at school, her boyfriend's, with Dana's family, or at work. Kevin said something to me one of the first days I was up here last semester, and I don't know if he realized how prophetic it was...then again, maybe he stole it from somewhere. It went something like, "College is about finding your limits. How much you can drink, how long you can go without sleep/food..." etc, etc. I haven't found any of those limits yet, but at this point I can at least make educated guesses. Maybe in a couple years I'll be able to tell you. I've got a ways to go before I reach my limits.

On that note, sleep.

intrueform: congratulations on being mrs. bill gates

Auto response from lelila1015: One day, the nerds will rule the world.....and I will be their Queen.

Physics writeup done (terrible, but nonetheless done) and Candice is coming up tomorrow! Woohoo!

Woke up with a crick in my neck this morning, which slowly made its way down (after this morning's swim/deep-water backboarding) to my upper back/shoulders, where it now still dwells. Not in its full intensity, but still there. Yep.

I think my favorite sounding instrument is the oboe, and that Easter candy contains too much marshmallow and not enough dark chocolate. I think Mike Nichols is the best candidate for student trustee. I think I need a full night's sleep. I think my Physics professor is out of touch with the student population (scheduled exam for Monday after spring weekend). I think I've been sitting in front of this computer too long.

Well, apparently now I have to watch what I write, because UCTV has my screenname......actually, no I don't. Whatever. Lemon merengue (how the hell do you spell that) doesn't taste as good the second day.....still good though. And mine.

I have a new Star Wars book, and that makes me happy. Doesn't take much, apparently :)

Goodnight!

Carsick. When did this happen? Ah well - back from a weekend of family. I miss my house!!!!!!!!! It's the most displaced, LOST feeling I've ever had to not be able to go home. I think I would've been ok, if my mom hadn't wanted to drive by the old house yesterday. I mean, I've lived there all my life, every significant memory I have of nearly anything has been there. How do you make the transition from that to a soulless new house in a "real" neighborhood? (translation - no woods, no privacy). I'm gonna miss that place.

Easter, apparently, is about candy. And cake, and pie, and ham. I came back a little while ago with Andy, Mike, and Fran, (cousin brother cousin), two of whom actually smoked up on I-84. While driving. I think if I ever had thought about starting, being around them has completely turned me off "smoking drugs", as Fran would say. My 20-something male relatives are my anti-drug. I actually have more respect for Sean now (younger cousin).

Candice left a message here for me this afternoon. That's cool, she might come up here this weekend. Less than a month left before I'm "home" for the summer. Probably spend that time lifeguarding at Lake Winfield, or Lake Compounce once again......hmm. Next summer, I must do something more exciting than lifeguarding every day less than a half-hour from home.

The productive thing to do right now would be unpack my stuff, maybe do laundry, and start homework. I think I'll take a nap.

Here would go another away message check, but the only good one up right now is Kevin's. So, here is Kevin's away message:

"You can't run away from your problems. Unless your problem is a sweaty, irate, fat man. Then running away is probably a good bet because fat people can't run very fast. And the sweaty, fat man is probably weighed down by all of the chicken wings and grape soda that I saw him eating alone in his car parked behind the 7-11."

I took this from Anne's journal - I'll keep editing this entry until it's done. Feel free to copy and paste, fill it out for yourself, and put it wherever you please.....on your door, in the bathroom, make several hundred copies, attach a picture of a porn star, and distribute all over campus....whatever floats your boat. :)


I am not: vapid. If I start showing those tendencies, feel free to bitch-slap me.

I hurt: because you bitch-slapped me, asshole.

I love: spending those first few hours at home after being here for a long stetch.

I hate: movie stars. Hollywood. People magazine. Annoying voices.

I fear: daddy-long-legs, and situations in which I have no control, and no one to trust.

I hope: to find my passion, and count for something, and make lots of money while living out that passion.

I crave: chocolate, always.

I regret: not always living up to my potential. Being late.

I cry: rarely.

I care: about sleep.

I always: have a hairbrush somewhere on my person/carry-on

I long: no, I short.

I listen: to The Kinks, "Sunny Afternoon" (right now)

I hide: in the secret hole in our wall when the battle monkeys come out....

I drive: my mother nutso. :)

I sing: better than some music majors, I think. I'm also modest.

I dance: country stomp-dancing style. I miss dancing.

I write: here, at least until next semester when I'll actually take (gasp) a W course.

I breathe: air....I hope

I play: my first instinct is to say "with myself".......uhhh......

I miss: hanging around with my brother, until I actually do. Then, it takes an average of 2.3 days for me to grow tired of him.

I search: for the things I lose - my pj shorts, and dental floss. Where the hell are they???

I learn: from doing the reading - you'd be surprised what's in there.

I feel: a little anxious.

I know: how to make an informed decision. Go me.

I say: the right thing, always, every time.....nigger.

I succeed: in making people uncomfortable with my....unusual....sense of humor

I fail: to satisfy myself. I can be extremely self-critical.

I dream: about a guy I liked in middle school, every once in awhile....it's probably the only consistant thing in my dreams. (5 years now)

I wonder: if being here is the best use of my time right now.

I want: for not much. I'm damn lucky.

I worry: about stupid, little things, very often.

I wish: I could be a trilingual fairy princess brain surgeon lawyer nurse teacher flight attendant veternarian anthropologist musician.

I have: lemon merengue pie - hellz yeah

I give: my physics teacher my homework, every Friday.

I fight: with myself. I tend to try to avoid/shy away from conflict, which usually results in that 'not satisying myself' thing.

I wait: for summer, for next semester, the semester after that, to move in to a new house, and some hazy pipe dream after all that.

I need: routine. Without it, nothing gets done. In my natural state, I actually am a bump on a log.

My blog is "informative and distinctive." But, you knew that.

Off to find food, or whatever's passing for it downstairs today....

I've said it before, I'll say it again - my hallmates are inconsiderate fools. Not all of them, just the ones I'm listening to right now.....

MTV rots minds. The MTV generation is crap.

3.5 problems left. (physics)

Sweetness, I'm published. Check out www.influxed.net (my friend James's site).

Still looking forward to seeing my parents - I know, weird.

Amazing. No matter how I rig it, the duct tape that holds our ethernet cables in place over the doorway has failed yet again. This time it only held for a day or so. Maybe, if I leave it, my roommate will fix it this time......ha!
Ok retarded hallmates, time to go to bed....

I'm having one of those no-motivation times. The weather's starting to cool down, and I've pretty much been hanging around in Buckley since after lab. Still too full to think about swimming, although I really did want to go running tonight. Ah well - I'm definitely gonna be in the pool tomorrow morning, whatever else happens. Backboarding, spinal injuries - that's the stuff I consider "real" lifeguarding. Everything else almost any dumbass can do - yell loud, enforce rules, be able to perform basic rescues, and of course CPR and first aid, but pulling someone off the bottom of a 13 ft deep end and keeping their head in in-line stabilization as you swim the two of you to the surface (at an angle, no less), that's the shit. That's skill right there. It's hard as hell, though still not as hard as keeping the person on the surface with no rescue tube. I always had problems with that.

I'm looking forward to seeing my parents in a couple days. I take for granted sometimes that I have two normal, intelligent, good-looking people for parents. My mom's a nurse and my dad a factory worker, both around 50 (but you would never guess it to see them). Talking to my friends here, it seems like everyone's parents are 1)overprotective, 2)underprotective, and thus completely unaware of what's going on with their offspring, 3)absent in some form, or some variable fourth option. I may not have a "home" to go back to this weekend (still in house limbo), but home is where my family is. Which is somewhere in Watertown at the moment.

I have the usual amount of Wednesday-Thursday science/math stuff to get done. Maybe it's the weather, but I just can't get too worked up over it. Thursdays aren't too bad for me, usually - I can stay to swim laps after class, take that hour after calc to do homework, and then all I have is the usual Thursday physics grind.

Why are so many people so dependant on mind-altering substances to have any kind of personality? Sure, the occasional bout of drunken chaos is fun, but when you find yourself wasted every night of the week, you've got problems that go beyond the alcohol. Most likely, you're too insecure, shallow, lazy, or stupid to have a personality of your own. Maybe that's not entirely true, but I think it is for a lot of people around our age. When was the last time you parked yourself under a tree and stared at nothing? Were alone with your own thoughts?

You've always got your own company - be happy with yourself, or you'll end up with the kind of friends you have to modify your personality to be with. Don't watch MTV. Don't listen to any radio station with "hot" in the call letters. Don't idolize movie stars. The harder you work, the sweeter your downtime will be. (But downtime is sweet no matter what).

Working on next semester's class schedule. It may behoove me (hehe, behoove) to meet with my ACES advisor again.....don't knock the undecided, they're trying too. I think we have it rougher. A lot of you know (or think you know) what you want to do with the rest of your lives - I haven't gotten there yet. Who knows if I ever will. I'm here to be educated, and if I find my niche, so be it. At least in the meantime I'll be well-rounded.

To Whoever Caused the Fire Alarm at 2:25 in the morning:
I will hunt you down. I will stalk you, silently. I will kidnap your dog and force-feed it pieces of its own skin. I will leave photographs of it for you - inside your pillowcase. I will cause your tongue to blacken and fall out. You will never procreate. You will never leave your house without the sinister, wrong feeling of being watched and known for the black-hearted, soulless bastard that you are.

I am watching you.

The lack of sleep is catching up to me. I feel blah, spacey, prone to falling over.....kind of like in physics this morning.

No adrenaline rush this week after doing the news. It was a rather ridiculous and silly half-hour. I felt conspicuous and a little guilty afterwards - I definitely let loose a little bit on PIRG. Andy outlined Bush's plan for attacking Tent City....honestly, I thought it was funny. We played with blocks and interviewed the Winter Guard. It was less organized than last week, but whatever. Not too much happened this week on campus anyway.

Listening to UC again. Can't help it, it was a good concert. I'm looking forward to going home this weekend, wherever home may be. Wherever my family is, anyway. I miss that bunch of assholes after awhile. Oh! I called Lauren tonight, finally. She was at her boyfriend's, just like she always was any other time I tried to call. That makes me feel much better - now I know she's still alive.

Maybe I should close my door - it's a little odd when the people walking by 5 feet away from where I'm sitting aren't really familiar faces.

Must sleep tonight....swimming tomorrow morning (for class).

Sewing is fun. I'm patching up my favorite jeans, which split just below the left butt cheek. I think it was the left....

I'm going to finish patching before I go to bed. I'm not in a good mood for writing introspectively tonight, what with 1,001 Things That Must Be Done Or Heads Will Roll splishing and splashing around in my mind. I had a good weekend though - good times, good friends....oh man, the murder mystery thing was a riot.....check out my pics - I have a couple up there that Jess took, one of me all dressed up and one of Steph dancing with the king.

Housing for next year looks like it's going to work out (I hope). I really do have too much on my mind to write right now, unless you want to see a big "to do" list. Goodnight!

I'm definitely all dressed up with nowhere to go, and no one to see. I just got back from the murder mystery dinner theatre, which was fun. The actors were very entertaining, the music was great - all in all, a very enjoyable and fun evening. I would have stayed, had I a man to dance with...it's only the late hour and the fact that I'm all prettied up (and I do look damn good if I do say so myself), and sitting in my room alone. But then, it's by choice, and I am tired. Besides, after a few visits to the Heartless Bitches International website (good stuff), I realize something I should've known for a long time. I was beginning to figure this out on my own, but they put it well - to have a healthy relationship with someone else, you have to have a healthy relationship with yourself. Know yourself, have confidence in yourself, otherwise you're just leaning on someone for validation. Having a boyfriend because everyone else does, because you want one in name, because you feel crappy about yourself and need constant, constant assurance that you're ok, all not good reasons for seeking out a relationship. You have to ask yourself, do I want to be someone's significant other? Am I ready for that? Am I giving in to the cliched peer pressure to "just go out and get laid already", to "find myself a man"?

Tell me if I'm wrong guys, but I think a confident woman is more attractive than a weepy, needy one. When I'm secure enough to not mope around, lamenting the fact that Mr. Perfect has yet to walk through my door, secure enough to be happy in my own company, then and only then am I ready for the kind of relationship I want.

What's weird about that last sentence is that in the middle of it, Steph and Saurav walked in, and now I have two roommates for the night. Go irony.

Lay's Sour Cream and Onion, all over my fingertips....

Saturday!!! Words cannot describe how much of a pleasant change of pace this is for me. Since my last entry (even a few hours before that, actually), I've been pretty much working nonstop, minus sleeping and eating. (and that hour or so I take after coming back from classes to check-e-mail and watch either Jeopardy or The Simpsons.) I guess I won't bore you with the boring details of my past couple days of academic madness, but I will describe yesterday, and one anecdote from earlier this week:

Ok, I got up fairly early after maybe 6 or 7 hardcore hours of studying for bio the night before. I went off to physics, sat through class, handed in my homework at the end, and headed to the Up & Atom Cafe (actual name) in the bio-physics building to get my linguistics reading done. Did that with the aid of quite a large coffee and a bag lunch from Buckley. Went to the Chem building, sat through linguistics, actually asked intelligent questions, was mocked, sat through more class, took the quiz, then left. Went to the library. Sat there for approximately two hours, studying additional bio. Note to self: start bio reading well before exam next time. So then, I went back over to TLS (attached to bio-physics/MSB) and took my exam. Did.......alright. Not good, hopefully not too horrid. Another note - it had started raining while I was in the library. Got quite wet walking to TLS. So, after the exam, I ran off to choir. By this time, it was raining quite hard, and was rather cold. Additional note - I had left my umbrella in Physics lab earlier this week. Got very wet. Showed up to choir doing my best imitation of a drowned rat. Cold drowned rat. Sang with orgasmic violinist-conductor. He was quite into the music. Pranced at one point. Came back here, changed, ate with Jess, went to coffeehouse with Jess and Sam, played trivial pursuit. Went to Jess's later on, watched First Knight (shut up, I like the story), came back here around 1. Did my little exercise routine, went to sleep.

Now, the anecdote:
First off, you have to know that I own a travel coffee mug, purchased last semester at what was then the MSB Cafe and is now a few tables in the hallway. Monday morning I had brought it with me to class, used it, came back with some coffee still left. Left it sitting on my desk, not bothering to wash it out. Somehow it migrated to the floor under my desk, at approximately the same place where my sandals live. See where this is going?
So, the next day or the day after, I went to slip on my sandals to run downstairs or to the bathroom or some such, and noticed something odd: one of my sandals was filled with coffee. They're fairly old sandals, which means they carry pretty deep imprints. So, I now had a coffee-filled sandal. Cold coffee. I was already not in the best of moods, and now my sandal was filled with coffee. I thought to myself, "What the hell do I do now? My sandal is filled with coffee!" For some reason, I could not bring it down the hall to the bathroom to empty it....embarrassment was probably the reason. So, being that I live on the fifth floor and like to drop things out of the window (bananas, charred socks, empty shaving cream cans), I dumped the coffee out the window. The sandal is still kind of wet.

So, right now I'm sort of getting ready for the murder-mystery dinner theatre. Saurav is in it, so Steph, Kat, Dan and I were all originally going to go. Then there were ticket issues, and more people, and more ticket issues, and right now the four of us, Jess, and Jess's friend Jess (again) are all going. Steph's roommate decided today not to, so there will be one more person as well. I'm psyched, because I get to dress up like a girl!! A real girl! With a dress and everything....

Steph is doing her hair kind of now, Jenna (my neighbor) is helping her, so I'm not sure if she needs help or not. At any rate, I should go figure out what should be done with mine.

This will be a fun night. :-)

I am taking a Physics break. I've been a good little student today - I define that in terms of time spent in class/doing work vs. time sleeping/eating/sitting around. Physics homework for the past 3 hours....before that was physics lab, and physics class was at 9 this morning. I felt pretty useless, again, in lab today. I used to be the smart one, the take-charge one, the one that everyone depended on to explain things to them and basically run the procedures. Not here though. Either I'm not spending enough time with the material or it's juuust this side of too hard for me - I think it's a combination of both. At any rate, I've become one of those I used to loath. Gives me some perspective.

Ready for my class rant? First aid quiz and calc quiz tomorrow, physics assignment due Friday, linguistics quiz Friday, Bio exam Friday. It's nowhere near as bad as it sounds though - the first aid I can pretty much do with my eyes closed, calc I have time to study for after lifeguarding, which is in Gampel, which gives me the opportunity to go to the co-op and get my linguistics notes and still have time to study for calc, then choir, then probably lots and lots of bio. The physics homework is getting done tonight (yes it is!). So, I should be ok if I actually finish those last three problems tonight. Linguistics I'll read over after physics Friday morning, then 2 hours before the bio exam. Then choir again, which will really be more of a German-chanting affair than anything else. Then, late afternoon on Friday, I will do two things, not necessarily in this order: take a long nap, and go to the gym and swim a lot (for me).

When this mundane stuff and nonsense is done with for the week, I'm sure I'll be writing more interesting things. I've had a lot of "thoughts" this week, and my perception of a number of things has changed. I don't know if this is a bad or good thing, but my first priority right now is schoolwork. I'm inclined to say that that's a bad thing, but I'm a firm believer in "hard work builds character", and extensive self-analysis combined with a complete lack of stress and responsibility does, in my book, lead to poor personal development. After all, where do you think hippies came from?

Lauren, I really like this away message:

"An incredible, booming voice said to Timmy, 'I am the Lord thy God, who created the rivers and the mountains, the heavens and the earth, the sun and the moon and the stars. Before Me sits My beloved child, whose faith is that of the mustard seed from which grows mighty and powerful things. My child, Timmy Yu, I say unto you thus: I have heard your prayers, and now I shall answer them. No, you cannot get out of your wheelchair. Not ever."

My poor roommate. I hope she can sleep with me clacking away.

I went to bed about an hour ago, but as usual I cannot sleep. I think the reason has more to do with lack of a good book, or any book, to read, rather than whatever stress I've been under. Which, honestly, hasn't been much. Teenage angst-y stuff mostly. Haven't heard from Scott since last week.....I wonder if I should call him. I know I was going to call Lauren tonight, but oops!

After looking through several pictures from my senior and junior years of high school, as well as now, I've come to the conclusion that I could be in much better shape. I was more athletic and trim at 16 than I am now, that's for sure. I've been slowly starting to work it off over the past couple weeks, but have been cheating horribly for the past 3 days. Also have not been swimming in over a week. Tomorrow morning, provided there's class, which there should be, I think we'll be in the pool for at least a little while......maybe I should stay and swim some laps after class? I definitely need to get a lot of science-related work done this week (physics lab report, corrections on physics exam, physics homework, bio exam), but in all honesty it'll only take me an extra 15 minutes or so, and I'll feel that much better about myself. There, I'm convinced.

No news tonight, much to my chagrin. The horrid, horrid April snowstorm put the kibosh on UCTV activity tonight. What the hell is a kibosh?
Anyway, if I get enough done we can maybe reschedule for some time this week, if not, there's always next Monday. Figures, since I spent a good....oh, hour? 45 minutes? putting together a nicely typed arts & entertainment report, and adding a couple news items of my own. (and a weather report! I was going to say, "it's snowing." It would've been funny, trust me.)

I need something to read.

I forget what this kid was running for, probably USG senator:

"If I am elected Cyclops, my expertise will be unparalleled. Ever since David Lee Roth quit Van Halen, I have been highly -some might say too highly- qualified. See, it's like this: you should vote for me because I have one giant red eye. The other candidates don't have that. Sometimes I pour butter (melted) on the sofa. My back fell off and I stitched on a new one made of velvet. These two activities directly conflict with my stated goal. If elected, I will not serve USG, but work for better parking-parking. Parking parking. I'm sicko rich. What!"

......I voted for him.

lelila1015: hehe - I'll do my best, but I'll probably look like I just came back from dissecting a pig
mulletude615: but the guts 'n blood look is so fetching

It's been one of those weekends, where I have all these things planned, and end up actually doing about 2.5% percent of them. Well, that's not entirely true - the small stack of completed job applications, and the fact that I made it to Kakarra in Secret of Mana attest to that. Bela Fleck Friday night was ridiculous - I don't see why I should ever pick up a guitar ever again. The horn guy, as well as playing something like 5 or 6 instruments, was at one point playing tenor and alto sax.....simultaneously. In perfect harmony, no less. What the hell is that???

Didn't do much Saturday night (more Mana), but I did find out that The Cube has a sequel! The Cube 2: Hypercube. Go sci-fi channel! Caught the last 20 minutes of a Silent Orbit show. Vow to see an entire show one of these days.

Waiting for Emily to be done arguing with someone so we can go...."Cruel Intentions" on TV right now.

mrflynnTastic: i'm all about the boring
lelila1015: see, but i get to be a superhero
lelila1015: *in my fantasy world*
mrflynnTastic: haha
mrflynnTastic: :-)
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I did it - going to Jess's helped! Hehe, got all my physics homework done before I walked in, for once. Ooooo yes, Smokey just came on.....ok, good now.

I think something's wrong with my eyes and or/contacts, because I'm not seeing what I'm typing too well. Yesterday too, as a matter of fact - trying to read the Schubert text in concert, I swear I couldn't focus on the page. I can't right now, either. I hope it is just my contacts, because I don't recall if I have this problem when I have my glasses on or not.

Ok, I just talked to my brother - no car tonight, and apparently the SUBOG thing is tomorrow, not tonight. Duh. So that means if I want to go to both Bela Fleck and the SUBOG thing, Bela has to be tonight, which is at 8. Ahh! But if all else fails, we'll go together tomorrow night. Which means tonight I'll.....umm.....sleep? Oh my god, I could sleep!!

Now I'm excited.

Physics homework!

Sorry, nervous tic.

Concert went nicely, we sound awesomely wonderful. And, James told me I get the "best watcher" award, because I....watch....good. You know, Amy told me that too, back in the day.....it was one of the first church LCCC gigs I did, freshman year....I remember! It was Pam's degree recital, and we sang 2 Rachmaninoffs, one was "Angel", and the other was...."Night"? And we did a Salve Regina....it was so nice. And there go the valley girls. (sigh)
I suppose my hallmates could be much, much worse - at least when they're acting like 3 year-olds they're not puking out of windows and having loud, loud sex.

At some point I'm gonna head to Jess's and do homework....yeah right, that'll get done. Man, I hate the Thursday night grind.

I wonder how Scott's doing. The funeral is tomorrow.

From the profile of one of my favorite people:

It's really amazing. All the complex reasons for the war in Iraq can be summed up in four words: "No Blood for Oil". After all, that is clearly the only reason we're in Iraq, right? Never mind the fact that Saddam has used chemical weapons on his own people, killing thousands. The UN couldn't find any, (except for those few dozen missiles with the payloads removed), Saddam said they're gone, so I'm sure they're all gone. After all, he's never threatened the U.S.; those dozens of attempted terrorist attacks after the Gulf war, just his little joke.
If you can't tell, I'm a little sick of peace protesters. Of course we're doing a pre-emptive strike; would you be happy if we waited until after a gas attack in a major city? Also, I don't care how much he stumbles over words, Bush knows a little more about world politics than you do, so put down your picket sign, stop blocking the steps to the library, and get back to class.


M Runner Tville: That's pretty cool that you get to anchor-I'm starting to agree with you on debates after Michael Moore.
M Runner Tville: Never has anyone said so much while answering so little.
M Runner Tville: Out of curiousity, how ugly did the affirmative action debate get?
lelila1015: Think about it - if there's no impartial audience there to be convinced, all you're doing is reaffirming your beliefs as LOUD AS YOU CAN
lelila1015: Not too ugly, actually - although there were displays of immaturity and irrelevance on both sides.
M Runner Tville: Ah.
lelila1015: I'd say more so on theirs, but I'm biased.
lelila1015: Then again, none of us got up and left, and no one on our side brought into play their personal sexuality.
M Runner Tville: That's a plus. I think everybody falls back to immaturity when they think they're losing ground. I knew I pissed Moore off when he resorted to a personal attack. :-D
lelila1015: You argued with Michael Moore?
M Runner Tville: Well, briefly. After his speech he had a question/answer session. The average question sounded like "We love you. Can you sign my book?" I asked him how he could justify bashing the media for using fear tactics to gain support when he was up there telling us the political machine is crumbling and the world will descend into chaos when the oil runs out (both direct quotes from his speech).
M Runner Tville: To paraphrase my question, "Mr. Moore, why are you such an ignorant hypocrite?"
M Runner Tville: The plus side is, I got to shatter the little Moore lovefest in the room like a brick through a windshield.


Is this kid great, or what?

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:-)

Ah, so tired....

It's been a weird couple of days. I don't seem to sleep any more, which is not a problem I've had too often. I mean, geez, I love sleep! But sleep don't love me. Last night I did some calc homework before crashing somewhere in the 2:45-3am range. Missed physics this morning - I was conscious enough to know what I was doing, and I don't regret it. I do regret not taking at least a full hour to study for my linguistics exam, but whatever. I think I did fine.

Skipping bio today as well, so I can get something to eat and maybe a couple more hours of sleep in before physics lab at 3. Fair amount of stuff to do for the remainder of the week - not overly horrible, but not overly light either. Maybe I'll spend some time at the library tonight instead of swimming.

Affirmative action debate last night. The experience has opened my eyes to something I've suspected for a while - I dislike debating politics, and I dislike debates. They're pointless - no one is going to be convinced of anything - the purpose is to re-affirm what eveyone knows. "You guys think this, and we think the other, and we're going to state that repeatedly and heatedly until someone stops us." What a debacle. I'd rather be a moderator, or a reporter.

Yesterday was my brother's 22nd birthday, today is my cousin's (same age). Happy birthday guys, even though neither of you will read this......

Still no news from down south. Not since the other night's drunken IM, anyway. I can't help but worry, but other mundance everyday things are slowly but surely pushing that situation to the back of my mind. I'm sure I'll hear eventually, and there's not a hell of a lot I can do until then.

Women's choir concert this Thursday at 5:30, 1st Congregation Church in Hartford. Let me know if (gasp) you plan on going, and need directions.

Off to the food place!