Hello blog. It's been a long long while. Let's catch up.
So it's been a trend that I always write about things are on my mind at the moment. As nonspontaneous as I am in all my decision-making, I do live quite in the present, you see. Once upon a time, not too long ago, I argued the pointlessness of making friends. Yes, quite a difficult argument to back up at the time, but I just didn't see the purpose of investing time and energy into people who were just going to leave you at some point or other. Silly as the show was, the CW's One Tree Hill had at least one valid point: People always leave.
Not being the most religious person around town, I admit that the only meaning I've found thus far in life comes from the interactions and connections I've made with my fellow humans. But humanity and I have some sort of love-hate relationship, and I can never seem to fully figure it out. At some points, I think I've managed to wrap my head around it, but I always somehow end up in the same place: wondering what the hell I can do for other people and what the hell they can do for me.
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. But it also makes the heart forget. I don't ever want to forget. Anything. Especially the people that I've known, and people that have changed me. But I know I will. And it's inevitable that they will too. I have to forgive them for that, but it's hard. I've gone back to that spot where you just sit and ask yourself, What can I do that will make it worth it for someone to have known me? It's true. I get wayyy too emotionally invested and attached to people. Once in a blue moon, it's really really worth it. Most of the time you just wonder why on earth you care so much.
And somehow, that's all I can do. That's all I know: to live and feel so deeply that the words are slow and heavy coming out, that all the pain is tangible, that a radiating understanding and compassion for humanity is always there, somewhere underneath all those dark layers. That's all I'm feeling right now. Very very layered, just a little dark, and extremely torn.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
fromage
Hi guys. So it's been about a week since my last post, and I thought it was about time for an update, even though there's really not much to say... Hold that thought. Maybe there is. Just maybe.
I'm doing a very select few things right now. I am making a weird facial expression. I am uncrossing and recrossing my legs. I am lamenting the food in the dining hall. I am listening to Patt's birthday CD mix (happy face!) I am procrastinating on the presentation/science-y talk that I have to give on Thursday and Friday. The end.
One more thing: I am awaiting the premiere of the Harry Potter movie. T-minus five hours.
I am reading Toni Morrison's Beloved. Not at this precise moment. Still. A couple of weeks ago, I discovered that I was nowhere as literate as I thought myself to be. And, being an elitist, this greatly lowered my esteem of myself... self-esteem, if you will. This revelation, that I--of all people--lover and champion of literature, was not well-read in the least, was saddening by all means. That day, I picked up Barnes and Noble's list of "classics." The list is not exhaustive, no sir and no ma'am, but it gives me somewhere to start, eh? I'd still like to think, though, that despite my lack of quantity in the books I have read, I got as much and more out of them than the average reader. I connect with characters, and words (pretty words). I am beholden to the kindly people who author these beautiful concoctions, these strings of arbitrary letters that fuse together in some sort of meaning or un-meaning that nevertheless tug at my heartstrings and often tear them. Pain, beautiful and delicious, heartfelt, realer than life. What an irony, eh?
Enough of that. The point is this: I love books. Hence the reading. There's nothing sexier than being literate.
Anyway, can't wait for Michelle and Imaly to come this week... it's going to be awesome, I firmly believe! Now, off to that presentation! Mayhaps.
I'm doing a very select few things right now. I am making a weird facial expression. I am uncrossing and recrossing my legs. I am lamenting the food in the dining hall. I am listening to Patt's birthday CD mix (happy face!) I am procrastinating on the presentation/science-y talk that I have to give on Thursday and Friday. The end.
One more thing: I am awaiting the premiere of the Harry Potter movie. T-minus five hours.
I am reading Toni Morrison's Beloved. Not at this precise moment. Still. A couple of weeks ago, I discovered that I was nowhere as literate as I thought myself to be. And, being an elitist, this greatly lowered my esteem of myself... self-esteem, if you will. This revelation, that I--of all people--lover and champion of literature, was not well-read in the least, was saddening by all means. That day, I picked up Barnes and Noble's list of "classics." The list is not exhaustive, no sir and no ma'am, but it gives me somewhere to start, eh? I'd still like to think, though, that despite my lack of quantity in the books I have read, I got as much and more out of them than the average reader. I connect with characters, and words (pretty words). I am beholden to the kindly people who author these beautiful concoctions, these strings of arbitrary letters that fuse together in some sort of meaning or un-meaning that nevertheless tug at my heartstrings and often tear them. Pain, beautiful and delicious, heartfelt, realer than life. What an irony, eh?
Enough of that. The point is this: I love books. Hence the reading. There's nothing sexier than being literate.
Anyway, can't wait for Michelle and Imaly to come this week... it's going to be awesome, I firmly believe! Now, off to that presentation! Mayhaps.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
menz and boyz
So I remember being really excited to blog about something a couple days ago, but now that I actually have the time to do it, I forget what I wanted to say in the first place. No matter.
I've been thinking lately that I need a man. Or at least want one. Anyone who has been near me in the past couple of weeks knows this. Or anyone who watches the Bachelorette and talks about it with me. Yes, I watch the Bachelorette. Feel free to judge me now.
Well I know most of you are probably tired of hearing this by now, but I'm not expecting any sympathetic responses; I just want to say it and have physical proof that I said it. I feel like I am fun enough and awesome enough to deserve the affections and attentions of a boy. Man. Man-boy. Whatever you choose to call it. Sure, I'm very academically focused and serious about goals, and I'm decently well-read and cultured, but I don't think that should matter at all in this situation. Somehow, though, I get the impression (and I have evidence to back this up) that people find me too judgmental and intimidating. In other words, I have standards. Boys, men, are afraid they won't be able to live up to this, perhaps?
I have no idea. Because honestly, am I that hard to get along with? Really, guys? Gah. I guess it is a little strange, and potentially off-putting, because I'm not looking for a fling or anything. Obviously. But I do want fun, and humor, and to feel comfortable... you know, outside of regular friendship. I admit that I do have far more female friends than male, and although I have tons of fun with them, it's not necessarily a good thing. Too many hormones in one room. Guys are more chill, not uptight, fun to joke with, and they don't take things as seriously. I think I need that as a balancing force. Because I can be really super fun and funny, it's just that some people don't get to see that part of me.
So now I'm seriously considering deleting this, because of course I reread it and I sound like a complete goon who is waaaaay too desperate for some affection. But that's who I am right now. Only not that desperate... ;-) Still goonish.
Yes, yes, the topic is superficial, but I feel like I'm in a bit of a teen angst phase and I deserve to be, for now. Hopefully the next post will be better. Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I've been thinking lately that I need a man. Or at least want one. Anyone who has been near me in the past couple of weeks knows this. Or anyone who watches the Bachelorette and talks about it with me. Yes, I watch the Bachelorette. Feel free to judge me now.
Well I know most of you are probably tired of hearing this by now, but I'm not expecting any sympathetic responses; I just want to say it and have physical proof that I said it. I feel like I am fun enough and awesome enough to deserve the affections and attentions of a boy. Man. Man-boy. Whatever you choose to call it. Sure, I'm very academically focused and serious about goals, and I'm decently well-read and cultured, but I don't think that should matter at all in this situation. Somehow, though, I get the impression (and I have evidence to back this up) that people find me too judgmental and intimidating. In other words, I have standards. Boys, men, are afraid they won't be able to live up to this, perhaps?
I have no idea. Because honestly, am I that hard to get along with? Really, guys? Gah. I guess it is a little strange, and potentially off-putting, because I'm not looking for a fling or anything. Obviously. But I do want fun, and humor, and to feel comfortable... you know, outside of regular friendship. I admit that I do have far more female friends than male, and although I have tons of fun with them, it's not necessarily a good thing. Too many hormones in one room. Guys are more chill, not uptight, fun to joke with, and they don't take things as seriously. I think I need that as a balancing force. Because I can be really super fun and funny, it's just that some people don't get to see that part of me.
So now I'm seriously considering deleting this, because of course I reread it and I sound like a complete goon who is waaaaay too desperate for some affection. But that's who I am right now. Only not that desperate... ;-) Still goonish.
Yes, yes, the topic is superficial, but I feel like I'm in a bit of a teen angst phase and I deserve to be, for now. Hopefully the next post will be better. Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Friday, July 3, 2009
singin' in the rain
Lalala. July!
So it's officially summer (or has been for quite some time... even if our weather does not acknowledge this) and this reminds me of none other than SUMMERY MUSIC and la-dee-da-ing.
Let's pick 10 random--or not so random--songs that I love to listen to in the month of July:
1. A Sunday Smile, Beirut
Conveniently, this is always the first song on my shuffle list. If you haven't heard Beirut, I do recommend trying them out for a spin. Yes, they are--like much of my musical choices--highly instrumental and folksy. However, even if you aren't really into that sort of stuff, folksy = summery in my book, and this unique little mélange of a song might really tickle your fancy. Who knows?
2. Marching Bands of Manhattan, Death Cab for Cutie
I'd have to say that I got really into Death Cab late-ish in my junior year, and haven't really gotten into any of their new stuff since. This song from '05, though a bit more mainstream-sounding than I typically like, is reminiscent of Death Cab the way I knew/know them. A.k.a. slightly reminiscent of The Postal Service. Which I am told is because they have/had the same lead singer. They could still sound different, right? Anyway, give it a listen.
3. Some of Them Were Superstitious, Midlake
So as far as I know, I may be the only person who has ever heard of Midlake. But I enjoy them IMMENSELY, especially this song, which, as I may have mentioned to some people, makes me feel like I am on LSD. Actually I have no idea what that feels like, but it sounds like what I imagine it might feel like. Anyway, this song is highly unique and has been a consistent favorite of mine. And, seeing as no one I have ever talked to in person has heard of this band, I suggest to all you readers out there (if you're still out there) to definitely give this one a go.
4. The Bandit Queen (with "Dialogue" and "Tap Dancing"), The Decemberists
Yes, in fact, my blogging identity is inspired by this very song, which is by far one of my favorites from the well-esteemed group The Decemberists. I beseech you to listen to not only this song, but also many others from this staple of indie/folk rock lovers' playlists. This particular song makes me feel very piratesque (that's a word?!), a word (apparently) that also reminds me of their album Picaresque. That's beside the point. Nonetheless, a very playful little ditty with some interesting instrumental parts (and tap dancing!)
5. The Blower's Daughter, Damien Rice
I'm personally surprised that the music of this Irish folk rocker isn't more popular. His stuff is acoustically and lyrically lovely. If nothing else, he often features a female backup singer (this part always blows me away), and "The Blower's Daughter" has some lovely cello parts. The video, which is apparently "official," is kinda nice too, as it features deliciousness in the forms of one Jude Law, the ever-sexy Clive Owen, Damien Rice himself (scruffy = yummy), and of course the lovely Natalie Portman. Oh yeah, and I guess Julia Roberts and that random singer girl. Oops. Yes, yes, shots from the movie Closer, which I would like to see sometime in the near future. Moving on.
6. Think I Wanna Die, Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
I can't say that I still love, or ever loved, Boris Yeltsin, but apparently someone does. This song is typical Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, and as such, is fun and has dance-y potential. Also, you can hear the words! I saw them live this past year, and they were good (and very sweaty... sorry!) but you couldn't hear the lyrics as well, so that's an upside to listening "unlive."
7. Swing Swing, All American Rejects
Definitely the outlier of this set, this song has always gotten me super excited. I think it feeds to my life-long aspiration to learn the drums. I rock out without fail to this song. Also, the theme of lost love and heartbreak always draws me in. Muahaha. That, there, was a joke if you didn't catch it.
8. Resurrection Fern, Iron and Wine
Iron and Wine is some sort of heaven-sent gift that I probably don't deserve. Nevertheless, I am completely and utterly obsessed with this "band" (?), a.k.a. Sam Beam, who has the voice of an angel and sounds absolutely amazing live (from the recordings I've heard). Oh boy. This one, "Resurrection Fern," is for summer evenings when the sky is turning red and a slight breeze disturbs the reflection of the sunset over the water. It's definitely in my top 5 songs as of right now. P.S. Just because Twilight used a lovely song by Iron and Wine (at the behest of Kristen Stewart) in their lame attempt at a movie, does not mean that the band or the song is corrupted in any sense. Even if we all hate (sorry, "greatly dislike") Kristen Stewart, at least we know she has semi-decent musical tastes.
9. Know Your Onion, The Shins
This song popped my Shins cherry. I can't really say much else about it, except that if you like The Shins, this one's a real treat. A good running song too!
10. Blue Eyes, the Cary Brothers (Garden State soundtrack)
I bought the Garden State soundtrack last month and I've been listening to it, basically nonstop, lately. I'm not exactly sure why I like this song so much, but I do. Plus obviously I couldn't put up another Shins or Iron and Wine song, so that limited my options. Not really. This soundtrack is filled with goodies!
Looks like that's it. That took much longer than expected... someone better read this!
So it's officially summer (or has been for quite some time... even if our weather does not acknowledge this) and this reminds me of none other than SUMMERY MUSIC and la-dee-da-ing.
Let's pick 10 random--or not so random--songs that I love to listen to in the month of July:
1. A Sunday Smile, Beirut
Conveniently, this is always the first song on my shuffle list. If you haven't heard Beirut, I do recommend trying them out for a spin. Yes, they are--like much of my musical choices--highly instrumental and folksy. However, even if you aren't really into that sort of stuff, folksy = summery in my book, and this unique little mélange of a song might really tickle your fancy. Who knows?
2. Marching Bands of Manhattan, Death Cab for Cutie
I'd have to say that I got really into Death Cab late-ish in my junior year, and haven't really gotten into any of their new stuff since. This song from '05, though a bit more mainstream-sounding than I typically like, is reminiscent of Death Cab the way I knew/know them. A.k.a. slightly reminiscent of The Postal Service. Which I am told is because they have/had the same lead singer. They could still sound different, right? Anyway, give it a listen.
3. Some of Them Were Superstitious, Midlake
So as far as I know, I may be the only person who has ever heard of Midlake. But I enjoy them IMMENSELY, especially this song, which, as I may have mentioned to some people, makes me feel like I am on LSD. Actually I have no idea what that feels like, but it sounds like what I imagine it might feel like. Anyway, this song is highly unique and has been a consistent favorite of mine. And, seeing as no one I have ever talked to in person has heard of this band, I suggest to all you readers out there (if you're still out there) to definitely give this one a go.
4. The Bandit Queen (with "Dialogue" and "Tap Dancing"), The Decemberists
Yes, in fact, my blogging identity is inspired by this very song, which is by far one of my favorites from the well-esteemed group The Decemberists. I beseech you to listen to not only this song, but also many others from this staple of indie/folk rock lovers' playlists. This particular song makes me feel very piratesque (that's a word?!), a word (apparently) that also reminds me of their album Picaresque. That's beside the point. Nonetheless, a very playful little ditty with some interesting instrumental parts (and tap dancing!)
5. The Blower's Daughter, Damien Rice
I'm personally surprised that the music of this Irish folk rocker isn't more popular. His stuff is acoustically and lyrically lovely. If nothing else, he often features a female backup singer (this part always blows me away), and "The Blower's Daughter" has some lovely cello parts. The video, which is apparently "official," is kinda nice too, as it features deliciousness in the forms of one Jude Law, the ever-sexy Clive Owen, Damien Rice himself (scruffy = yummy), and of course the lovely Natalie Portman. Oh yeah, and I guess Julia Roberts and that random singer girl. Oops. Yes, yes, shots from the movie Closer, which I would like to see sometime in the near future. Moving on.
6. Think I Wanna Die, Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
I can't say that I still love, or ever loved, Boris Yeltsin, but apparently someone does. This song is typical Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, and as such, is fun and has dance-y potential. Also, you can hear the words! I saw them live this past year, and they were good (and very sweaty... sorry!) but you couldn't hear the lyrics as well, so that's an upside to listening "unlive."
7. Swing Swing, All American Rejects
Definitely the outlier of this set, this song has always gotten me super excited. I think it feeds to my life-long aspiration to learn the drums. I rock out without fail to this song. Also, the theme of lost love and heartbreak always draws me in. Muahaha. That, there, was a joke if you didn't catch it.
8. Resurrection Fern, Iron and Wine
Iron and Wine is some sort of heaven-sent gift that I probably don't deserve. Nevertheless, I am completely and utterly obsessed with this "band" (?), a.k.a. Sam Beam, who has the voice of an angel and sounds absolutely amazing live (from the recordings I've heard). Oh boy. This one, "Resurrection Fern," is for summer evenings when the sky is turning red and a slight breeze disturbs the reflection of the sunset over the water. It's definitely in my top 5 songs as of right now. P.S. Just because Twilight used a lovely song by Iron and Wine (at the behest of Kristen Stewart) in their lame attempt at a movie, does not mean that the band or the song is corrupted in any sense. Even if we all hate (sorry, "greatly dislike") Kristen Stewart, at least we know she has semi-decent musical tastes.
9. Know Your Onion, The Shins
This song popped my Shins cherry. I can't really say much else about it, except that if you like The Shins, this one's a real treat. A good running song too!
10. Blue Eyes, the Cary Brothers (Garden State soundtrack)
I bought the Garden State soundtrack last month and I've been listening to it, basically nonstop, lately. I'm not exactly sure why I like this song so much, but I do. Plus obviously I couldn't put up another Shins or Iron and Wine song, so that limited my options. Not really. This soundtrack is filled with goodies!
Looks like that's it. That took much longer than expected... someone better read this!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
where it's at
Hello homies.
Wow. It seems like it's been a while since my last rendezvous with this bloggy-blog, so here we are. I've realized that I usually like to blog on sunny days. As it must with most people, the weather really determines my mood most of the time, and as such, I have been quite down for the past couple of weeks. Barring a few key exceptions, which I will outline later.
But yes, SUN! I saw the forecast yesterday and humbly prepared by going to bed early (yes, I was in bed by 11:15 and asleep soon after, Wegs!) with the intent of getting to the lab early and finishing early and going outside before dark! Alas, I slept through all FOUR! of my alarms. But still managed to wake up at 8:15, an hour after I had planned. But then we decided to run Western blots--yes, the devil process--today again, but I managed to slip out at five for dinner and finish up the blot by 6:30-ish. And then I went running!!!!!
It was a good run; I did my usual loop around the Charles, which is about three and half miles. And when I say usual, I mean that I've only done it a handful of times. Still. I get prouder and prouder of myself every time. I just have to be consistent about doing it. I want to run four miles every other day if possible. Motivation needed. Good weather would be nice.
So after my run, I sat at the BU beach and watched the sun set. Two words, because the sun was in the act of setting, and I watched that. I was there for almost an hour. For the longest time, I thought to myself, If this isn't nice, I don't know what is. A tribute to my buddy Kurt Vonnegut, whom I call a buddy--even though we never met in person--because we met through his books and I give him the respect that I would give to a buddy. Fun fact: I do not know how to use the word "whom."
Two girls were laying on the beach writing in notebooks. After a while I heard one reading to the other what she had written. I couldn't really make out the exact words, but it sounded good. She was really into it. It was quiet. It looked like something I would like to do.
It was nice looking out over the water, which was slowly turning a very purposeful shade of yellow, nearing orange but not quite there. I'm still not convinced it's a real color. The river changed its character, made it a little darker. I've never seen that hue before; I should go out more often.
Anyway, I realized again today how different I've become over this past year. I think it's just being here that changed me. It's strange because I feel like I fit here, because things move so rapidly that you barely have time to acknowledge them before they're gone. I am very fast-paced person, I admit, and it's strange and interesting that living in a setting that moves as quickly as I do actually makes me slow down and look around and stop to smell the roses and appreciate things more. You know, living life... that's where it's at.
But yes, wrapping up now. I promised to tell you all about the things that made my week--maybe more than my week--really really good. 1: DRESDEN!!! Yes, I am going, yes, I am going to have a blast, YES, I will travel Europe! It is most excellent. 2: Wegs and I got Mr. Meanie Housing Manager to agree to let us room together!!! Actually it was mostly Wegs sending him a very curt and polite email in which we threatened to send our thug friends after him if he didn't change the assignment. And we didn't even have to pretend to be lesbians after all...
That's all for tonight, folks!
Wow. It seems like it's been a while since my last rendezvous with this bloggy-blog, so here we are. I've realized that I usually like to blog on sunny days. As it must with most people, the weather really determines my mood most of the time, and as such, I have been quite down for the past couple of weeks. Barring a few key exceptions, which I will outline later.
But yes, SUN! I saw the forecast yesterday and humbly prepared by going to bed early (yes, I was in bed by 11:15 and asleep soon after, Wegs!) with the intent of getting to the lab early and finishing early and going outside before dark! Alas, I slept through all FOUR! of my alarms. But still managed to wake up at 8:15, an hour after I had planned. But then we decided to run Western blots--yes, the devil process--today again, but I managed to slip out at five for dinner and finish up the blot by 6:30-ish. And then I went running!!!!!
It was a good run; I did my usual loop around the Charles, which is about three and half miles. And when I say usual, I mean that I've only done it a handful of times. Still. I get prouder and prouder of myself every time. I just have to be consistent about doing it. I want to run four miles every other day if possible. Motivation needed. Good weather would be nice.
So after my run, I sat at the BU beach and watched the sun set. Two words, because the sun was in the act of setting, and I watched that. I was there for almost an hour. For the longest time, I thought to myself, If this isn't nice, I don't know what is. A tribute to my buddy Kurt Vonnegut, whom I call a buddy--even though we never met in person--because we met through his books and I give him the respect that I would give to a buddy. Fun fact: I do not know how to use the word "whom."
Two girls were laying on the beach writing in notebooks. After a while I heard one reading to the other what she had written. I couldn't really make out the exact words, but it sounded good. She was really into it. It was quiet. It looked like something I would like to do.
It was nice looking out over the water, which was slowly turning a very purposeful shade of yellow, nearing orange but not quite there. I'm still not convinced it's a real color. The river changed its character, made it a little darker. I've never seen that hue before; I should go out more often.
Anyway, I realized again today how different I've become over this past year. I think it's just being here that changed me. It's strange because I feel like I fit here, because things move so rapidly that you barely have time to acknowledge them before they're gone. I am very fast-paced person, I admit, and it's strange and interesting that living in a setting that moves as quickly as I do actually makes me slow down and look around and stop to smell the roses and appreciate things more. You know, living life... that's where it's at.
But yes, wrapping up now. I promised to tell you all about the things that made my week--maybe more than my week--really really good. 1: DRESDEN!!! Yes, I am going, yes, I am going to have a blast, YES, I will travel Europe! It is most excellent. 2: Wegs and I got Mr. Meanie Housing Manager to agree to let us room together!!! Actually it was mostly Wegs sending him a very curt and polite email in which we threatened to send our thug friends after him if he didn't change the assignment. And we didn't even have to pretend to be lesbians after all...
That's all for tonight, folks!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
t-minus one week
Greetings, Earthlings. So after much pressure from one Shellykins, I have decided to write a brief post to appease you all, dear devoted readers. Short and hopefully sweet.
It is Sunday. This we all know. However, what you all may not realize is that this particular Sunday is of great hidden significance. Forgive me. Not so hidden. Yet in exactly one week, I shall have a few fellow 9Bers actually living in close proximity to me! This is exciting because right now I feel like I have no friends on campus, which is a legitimate and true statement, and I spend my evenings whittling away time watching Arrested Development and Flight of the Conchords, and bothering people on AIM. Not to mention blogging.
Nothing wrong with all of that, of course. But it would be nice to have some company to share it with, hence my eager anticipation for the arrival of Wegs and Sarita. Strangely, it is also supposed to be beautiful weather for their arrival, and after two weeks of on-off rain, this is much welcomed.
This is from when it was actually nice out. As in, the same day I went out to the dock. Also, the bad weather has been making me fatter, since I really do lack motivation on rainy days to go running through puddles. Hopefully that ends soon, as a group of us are planning to go swimming at FitRec to work out! Hurrah.
I've been reading "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac recently, and can't wait to finish it. I hate doing a half-assed job, and so I can't just put it down now that I'm a hundred pages in. It's not that bad, but I can't stand reading for too long without some sort of major plot action or surprising character development or something that directly challenges me to think. I think I've gotten severely worse with this since Lit class senior year, but I suppose that is also my Entitlement-era ADD kicking in. Sigh. What I really want to read is both the English and original French versions of "The Fall" or "La Chute" by Albert Camus. Damn, how I love the Frenchies. So provocative are they.
Aight, well I'm gonna peace out now, Cub Scouts. Enjoy your Sunday evening.
It is Sunday. This we all know. However, what you all may not realize is that this particular Sunday is of great hidden significance. Forgive me. Not so hidden. Yet in exactly one week, I shall have a few fellow 9Bers actually living in close proximity to me! This is exciting because right now I feel like I have no friends on campus, which is a legitimate and true statement, and I spend my evenings whittling away time watching Arrested Development and Flight of the Conchords, and bothering people on AIM. Not to mention blogging.
Nothing wrong with all of that, of course. But it would be nice to have some company to share it with, hence my eager anticipation for the arrival of Wegs and Sarita. Strangely, it is also supposed to be beautiful weather for their arrival, and after two weeks of on-off rain, this is much welcomed.
This is from when it was actually nice out. As in, the same day I went out to the dock. Also, the bad weather has been making me fatter, since I really do lack motivation on rainy days to go running through puddles. Hopefully that ends soon, as a group of us are planning to go swimming at FitRec to work out! Hurrah.I've been reading "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac recently, and can't wait to finish it. I hate doing a half-assed job, and so I can't just put it down now that I'm a hundred pages in. It's not that bad, but I can't stand reading for too long without some sort of major plot action or surprising character development or something that directly challenges me to think. I think I've gotten severely worse with this since Lit class senior year, but I suppose that is also my Entitlement-era ADD kicking in. Sigh. What I really want to read is both the English and original French versions of "The Fall" or "La Chute" by Albert Camus. Damn, how I love the Frenchies. So provocative are they.
Aight, well I'm gonna peace out now, Cub Scouts. Enjoy your Sunday evening.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
granny smith
Hola, my amigos! It's been a while since I've written anything and (since Imaly just so kindly reminded me) I should probably update all you keen listeners/readers on my ever-so-interesting life!
Well TGIF for one! I was just on the phonesies with ze father, who confirmed that it is indeed Thursday, which means that tomorrow is Friday, which means free breakfast for me and also the weekend soon! I actually got results in my experiment yesterday, which was exciting. We just don't know if they're good or bad results. Lalala. But hopefully I will be transfecting DNA tomorrow, which sounds exciting and badass. I hope it is.
So speaking of the weekend, I want to do fun things this weekend... except it's freaking rainy! What ever shall I do? Mayhaps I will go back to Newbury Comics and return the Iron and Wine CD I bought last weekend... because Shelly got me the same CD! Yay I can't wait to listen to it!
Blegh. Well I should get to bed soon. Grandma time!
Well TGIF for one! I was just on the phonesies with ze father, who confirmed that it is indeed Thursday, which means that tomorrow is Friday, which means free breakfast for me and also the weekend soon! I actually got results in my experiment yesterday, which was exciting. We just don't know if they're good or bad results. Lalala. But hopefully I will be transfecting DNA tomorrow, which sounds exciting and badass. I hope it is.
So speaking of the weekend, I want to do fun things this weekend... except it's freaking rainy! What ever shall I do? Mayhaps I will go back to Newbury Comics and return the Iron and Wine CD I bought last weekend... because Shelly got me the same CD! Yay I can't wait to listen to it!
Blegh. Well I should get to bed soon. Grandma time!
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