ALBION, MI -- A van carrying eleven Albion College students and their organization's advisor to a conference in Ohio careened off the road today, killing everyone inside. One student, later identified by the tag in her underpants as Sarah M*****, managed to croak a few last words to our reporter on the scene before croaking herself. "Damned snow and ice," she whispered, clutching at the reporter's arm as the rescue team tried to dig her out from under the pile of CDs and games she had brought along on the trip, "I knew this was going to happen. Eleven students and an advisor in a college van on the way to a conference in this weather is just a recipe for disaster."
If I don't blog anything by Monday, you'll know why.
P.S. I don't really have my name written on my underpants. Do you? (Why would you have my name on your underpants?)
It's Super Bowl time again. For some reason, they break up the Super Bowl Commercials Show with a whole bunch of football breaks, so I usually watch it on tape in order to be able to fast-forward through them. I don't think I have blank tapes around this year, so I may be forced to watch it live. Sigh.
Looking for a good carpenter/demi-god?
Why am I reading posts from last July? I don't know. Check out Davezilla's The resumé of Jesus Christ.
Tonight, tonight I had a sandwich for dinner and played Charades
in Baldwin with Alex and Kjersti (or however the heck you spell her name).
The I-House meeting guest was excruciatingly negative. RHA went fine and
there was Laffy Taffy with stupid jokes on it. My favorite: What's black
and white and green and bumpy? A pickle in a tuxedo. Saw The Great Fiction in the
Kellogg Centre. They started out well, but overall earned a shrug. I felt
kind of bad because they wanted people to get up and dance, but they weren't
playing particularly danceable music, so it's their own darn fault. Looking
over the audience, I wondered why Albion
students always look so tired. Is this normal for college students? Aren't
we supposed to be full of energy and plans to change the world? Yawn. Watched
French Kiss with Alex and Ligia. Kate seemed more tired and beaten than last time I watched.
Roommate is a happy drunk. She is funny.
My favorite search request ever
If you are interested in study at cuef, please ask me questions!
Respect mah dragonly authori-tye!
This is according to the name generators at The Barrow-Downs:
Orc Name: Kurtakh the One-eyed
Dwarf Name: Nerin Diamondlegs
Hobbit name: Belladonna Goodbody from Michel Delving
Elf Name: Entauriel
According to the Ancient Scrolls of the Red Book of Westmarch, I am really a Respected Dragon. Oooooh.
[also via Skittles?]
Keep the change, ya filthy animal
According to Celeb Match, I am 100% compatible with the skank-nasty Macaulay Culkin.
Apparently compatibility is based on the fact that we were born on the exact
same day. Thrilling. My runners-up are Tarso Marques (who?), Noah Bastian
(who?), Chris Klein, and Randy Moss (who? sounds like a football player). I think I'll go shopping for someone better.
Kevin Kline - 15% :(
Mike Myers - 98%
Jean Reno - 60%
Alan Rickman - 94%
Kevin Spacey - 74%
Not bad. Too bad JH isn't on the list...
[via Skittles?]
Communication is a good thing
Have talked to the suitemate and I think we both feel better. I guess.
Thank you, sicko!
I have a Disturbing Search Request!
I shouldn't have said anything. The weather was beautiful and lovely yesterday and today it was cold and rainy. Which is only one day on the way to this weekend, when we are supposed to be having something like ice storms as we drive to Ohio. Poo poo poo.
The Effing Toilette We got a nasty note on the white-board from one
of the suitemates regarding the state of the bathroom. This is probably
going to annoy me for the rest of the day. Grrr. I left a very polite "thank
you and please don't leave notes like that on my door anymore" note on their
door. We will probably spend the next three months sneering at each other.
I woke up this morning to Shades Apart's "Stranger By the Day" which starts out "Snow is falling from the sky..." It prompted me to look out the window and emit a rather unladylike expletive.
I. Hate. Snow.
Okay, I'll talk about it now. I've looked it over and maybe I'm not quite as stupid as I thought. Still stupid, but not as stupid.
All this time, when I've looked at the webpage for the assistantship position, I have been reading the second part, where it says
Remuneration
The gross remuneration of foreign assistants is 890 Euros, minus approximately 60 € for Social Security (medical insurance).
Now, is it just me, or does gross remuneration sound like that's all you get? 830€ converts to about $718. So I have been thinking, ever since I applied, that I am going to have to work my butt off this summer in order to fund the seven months that I will be making less money than it will cost to feed and house me and, in essence, be paying to work. I can't go to Europe over Spring Break or Chile during the summer because I will have to save my money to live on.
Now look a little higher. Yeah, right there. The part that says
Monthly Stipend
890 € (Euros)
Monthly. Ahem. La la, I am stupid. It has been there all along, and there I was, panicking about how I was going to live for seven months on $700.
$700 a month? That's $15 an hour! Oh my god! I'm rich!
What's round on the ends and "hi" in the middle?
I am going to a conference in Ohio this weekend. Twelve Albion ISU members crammed into a van, forced to share beds, then to sleep on Wooster
students' floors. BUT - there will be Mad Libs. And that makes everything
okay. I thought about going to Wooster for a while. I may have even applied
- I don't really remember. But when I went on a visit, I was told that there
were two kinds of girls at Wooster - the weirdos and the sluts. I didn't
particularly want to be either.
Comment communiquent les hommes de caverne?
Hooray - I got to talk/grogner
to Denis on IM for over an hour, until he was tragically eaten by a tiger.
The Internet is a magical wonderland and I want to give it a kiss on its
little nosey.
Spacebus (local band) should have a website. And when I say "Spacebus should have a website", I mean "Spacebus should pay me money to make them a website".
Young Nasty Men
I'm listening to Tenacious D's "Wonder Boy". I don't really know Tenacious D, like some bloggers seem to (if I were compiling blogger statistics, I think Tenacious D and They Might Be Giants would pop up at the top of the music charts) but this song is quite amusing.
What's my name again? AAAAAAAAAAAH! I hate voice mail and answering
machines. I, like everyone else, sound like a gibbering idiot every time
I leave a message. I have just left a voice mail in regards to possibly
teaching an after-school French class for Albion middle schoolers. And I'm
not entirely sure I left my name. I know I left my phone number and email address, but I'm not completely 100% sure about the name. But maybe I did leave my name, in which case I would feel really
stupid calling back and saying "Oh yeah, I just left a message? And um,
I'm not sure I left my name? So here it is..." YARGH.
Dream I dreamt last night that the evil airport people wouldn't let
me say goodbye to Alex or him say goodbye to me (I'm not sure which of us
was leaving - maybe both of us) because they thought we were just some random
teenagers who had met on a plane.
My history teacher says the worst way to die is being burned alive.
On my CS
webpage, I joke that I'm going to refuse to leave the safe womb of acadæmia
and become a permanent student. But was I really joking? My History teacher
was talking about medieval monks and nuns and how their life was sort of
like being at Albion
for the rest of your life, taking classes and learning but not having to
worry about grades, write papers, or take tests. You would get a single
and be fed and you would have opportunities to travel from time to time.
Everyone in my class was arguing about how they wanted more out of life
than that. Me? I was looking around for the sign-up sheet.
The weather is so beautiful and springy. I hate winter. I hope it's gone for good, but that's probably a little too optimistic for January.
Laura has been to a lot of places. I'm rather jealous.
ljc blog has been particularly amusing this week. Check out the colored ketchups and peanut butter slices (ew ew ew!).
We tend to say THE Netherlands and THE Ukraine (or is it just me?).
In March, the JASWM is showing Nijushi no hitomi,
a very hard-to-find film about life in Japan around the time of WWII. I
want to go. And now I want to learn Japanese. And eat noodles.
Last night we (several members of ISU and the Wenzels) went to the Japan America Society of Western Michigan's New Year's rentai (networking) and film. What a great experience.
First we filled up on Japanese food like rice, noodles, fried vegetables, shrimp and vegetables, and sushi. There was a lot of food and it was all excellent. We all at least tried to eat with chopsticks.
Then we went into the auditorium and saw a Japanese juggling group. Normally, if I hear the word juggling I start to squirm and look longingly towards the exit. Not such a big fan of Western-style juggling, me. But this was completely new and different. First they juggled using umbrellas. They would spin the umbrella and make a ball or a ring or a porcelain cup spin around on top. It made a cool noise.
Before the juggling, they had played some traditional music and done the Lion Dance for good luck. The big lion head came around and sort of kissed audience members.
Then after the juggling, they did several incredible balancing acts. I was afraid to clap loudly because I thought everything was going to fall. They would assemble pyramids of stuff on top of a stick in their mouths, all the while keeping it balanced. Then they'd disassemble it. It was amazing. They balanced water, or put water into a bowl on top of a stick, then balanced the stick on a string. Then they spun the string around the stick and made the water come out like a sprinkler. Anyway, I don't know if you can imagine this, but it was great.
Then we had the film. For those of you who liked Amélie, you would probably like Tampopo. It has the same sense of nonsense and whimsy. The main story is about a noodle cook named Tampopo (Dandelion) who, with the help of her friends, builds up her restaurant into the best in town. A lot of it is sort of like Rocky being trained by John Wayne and aided by Mr Miyagi. Ha ha! But the theme of the movie is the joy of food and there are all kinds of side-stories relating to that subject. There's the Japanese woman trying to teach her students how to eat spaghetti properly in the Western way, while a Western man across the room is slurping away at his noodles. There's the woman who sneaks into the supermarket to squeeze all of the produce. There's the pipsqueak underling who embarrasses all of his bosses by being the only one in the room who really understands the menu in the French restaurant. There's the epicurean vagabonds in the park, the kid who's not supposed to have sweets, and the couple whose sexual exploits always seem to be food-related. We had just stuffed ourselves and we still left the movie hungry and searching for a Japanese noodle restaurant in Battle Creek. It's an excellent, fun movie and you should all check it out.
Something I learned: Ramen is the Japanese word for noodles - so if you say "ramen noodles" you're being redundant.
Becky's presentation went pretty well.
Somehow, if I were the Department of Admissions, trying to attract the best and the brightest to Albion,
I would downplay our lack of ethnic diversity. It's the kind of thing that
these scholarship candidates probably wouldn't really notice on day-visits
unless they were looking for it. So I don't think I would call attention
to it by having the all-white Briton Singers singing spirituals about picking
cotton and being on the auction block. Just a thought for next time...
The Stupid Translator is fun.
srah - student of university per day, student of university per night. Appreciate words and languages. With pleasure moreover to read comments with its blog * council of council *. is known to chatter with itself in French and bemoan his entry imminent at the work-market.
[via not.so.soft]
Makes me wish I had money: Blogger Pro™
By the time I'm grown up and have money, I will have missed out on the early-signup bonus. Life isn't fair.
My avatar is going to live over there [<---] until I get sick of it living there. The jeans, hair and glasses are close enough, but she's a little curvaceous for me and I never wear turtlenecks.
I never wear turtlenecks. I used to, up until high school, but they were always strangely deformed because I would stick my chin into them to keep them off my neck. I have neck issues. I think I was strangled or hanged or guillotined in another life.
I can't wear necklaces either, for the same reason. I can't wear most bracelets or rings because my wrists and fingers are too small (my ring size, I've just discovered when I ordered my class ring, is 4). I can't wear earrings because my ears aren't pierced. So jewelry - not my thing.
Anyway, where was I going? Avatar, turtlenecks, jewelry... ah yes, death.
I think everyone has a different idea of the Worst Way To Die. No one's is correct - everyone's depends on their own fears. Many people know that mine is being garrotted with piano wire. I think Boyfriend's is suffocation.
This will only interest you if you're familiar with the city, but here's the Best of Ann Arbor 2001.
I don't think Subway should count for best subs because it's a chain. I'm
picky. I don't like chains. I like "Michael Jackson impersonator in the
alley next to Tally Hall" for Best Local Dancer/Dance Troupe. Peter Sparling
annoys me, so I would put it #1. "Best Vacuum Store"? Hmm. [via Hey Man Who Ate My Pizza?]
That's right! Krista
reminds me that there is a terrible chicken pox epidemic spreading across
campus. Or maybe three cases. When I went to the doctor earlier this month,
I saw a sign about chicken pox vaccines, which really upset me. Why didn't
I get a chicken pox vaccine? If I had to suffer through it, I think today's
kiddies should have to, too. Spread the pain around. Heh heh.
I went to Casino Night tonight with Boyfriend and Alfie. Somehow managed to end up with more "money" by the end than they had handed me when I came in. AND YET, when my "money" was traded in for raffle tickets at the end, my absent Roommate's one ticket ended up being more valuable than all seven of mine. Grrrrrrrr. Still, I'm not quite as ignorant about casino games as I was and I don't think I've formed a terrible debilitating habit. So, good night overall!
Now we're off to bed so we can be bright-eyed and bushy tailed for tomorrow's activities.
This is also fun and handy for picking up words and phrases in a whole mess of languages: Foreign Languages for Travelers
This is very cool - it's a site about world languages. Check out all the languages spoken in France.
I was just listening to Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" and was about to blog about how I had no idea what the lyrics meant, but then I found out. Darn.
The song reminds me of the "Dead People Game" which I used to play freshman year with Carl. The entire point of the stupid game was to try to come up with a longer list of dead people than the other person. So mostly we would just email each other lists of People Who Are Dead whenever we thought of it.
If you leave some Dead People in the blah blahs, it will make me giggle. Er... names of Dead People, that is. We don't want the blah blahs to start to smell.
The Pre-Date Confidence Builder is funny, as is Disturbing Search Requests.
I am a shameless link-thief and never come up with anything original. These two are...
[via KatieSherman.com]
So much of this is frighteningly true. The rest is just frightening.
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find a French I am only a permanent student.
It's almost like a weblog...
1. What cologne or perfume do you wear? Sometimes I wear Arielle, by Fragonard, which Alfie brought me back from France.
2. What cologne or perfume do you like best on the opposite sex? I like nice deodorant smells. I think I like Polo Sport but I'm not sure. I don't, as a rule, go around sniffing people and ask what they're wearing. Boyfriend wears Paco Rabanne and he smells good.
3. What one smell can you not stomach? Vomit. I suspect that's true of most people. If you are a vomit-sniffer, then you scare me and now I am probably going to get some strange referrals that will scare me even more.
4. What smell do you like that others might consider weird? Gasoline's okay. I don't know of anything else... I like certain cigarette smells.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? Alfie is coming on Friday night and we're going to watch Moulin Rouge. Then Saturday morning is her presentation, Saturday afternoon/evening is a rentai and film with the Japan America Society of Michigan (for International Student Union), and Sunday is homework and sleeping.
HOW LONG have you people allowed me to walk around with my pants unzipped? I HATE YOU!
I have this mania wherein I can only do my CS
labs in the basement of I-House. Odd.
If you are searching on "John Hannah poem mp3", this is the best I can offer you.
Things I hate:
- Finding the biography I wrote for my John Hannah site copied word for word on another site, with no link or acknowledgement
- Finding the filmography I wrote for my John Hannah site copied word for word on another site, with no link or acknowledgement
Things I like:
- People who email me to ask if they can copy pictures from my John Hannah site.
Orphans is a lovely Scottish film about four adult siblings dealing with the death of their mother. It stars the delectable Douglas Henshall (who you wouldn't know from anything), the dad from Billy Elliot, and Magnus from Rushmore.
I don't know why I was thinking about it, as I saw it over a year and a
half ago. But one of the most amusing things is that when it was released
on video in the US, they subtitled it for people who couldn't handle the
accent. Hee hee hee.
BeatnikPad today takes you on a trip into the confusing, expensive world of feminine hygiene. Mwah ha.
I just watched Il Postino con mi chilenito
and it's got me in a big confusion of Italian, Spanish and French. Italian
is so similar to both languages and we spent a lot of time talking about
that. Then Pablo Neruda would stop the Italian and bust out in Spanish.
And there's always French floating around in my head. Plus, it's a Chilean
book made into an Italian movie by Italian-French producers. Ai! Must go
to sleepy-bye porque tengo sueño. Anyway, the movie was good and very sad in the end.
Alfie is coming to stay this Friday night so she can go to her scholarship presentation the next morning. Fun times and hijinks will undoubtedly ensue.
This whole Random Poetry dealie sounds like someone who hasn't quite mastered the English language and reminds me of David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day,
when he is learning French. "He nice, the Jesus. He die and be put on two
pieces of wood then he go to live in the sky with your father." <-- paraphrase
You: "I pay twenty-five thousand dollars a year, so I should get X."
Me: "Stick it in your ear."
Just got back from an hour-and-a-half conversation with Ellen and Roommate that included, among other things, the lovely lovely sense of entitlement that so many Albion students (especially the spoiled rich kids, the ones who actually do pay full tuition) seem to have. "I pay $25,000 so I should be able to drink where and when I want to." "I pay $25,000 so I should be able to have a single room." First of all, your parents are the ones paying, and second of all, that attitude isn't going to get you anywhere. Third of all... I don't know where I was going with this.
I don't know who I am to talk... my parents are paying my after-scholarship remainder, too.
Last one of the evening - I swear!
srah blah to check Mongolian BBQ to
blame my CS class for how to shoes?were breathing,
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me,to the basement
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in shame
Someone worse by entertaining style and sudden, rather
than sounding like it was that people
When we had
both watched it Ho hum. I know anything
anyone you mean strange. Perhaps...
Scarlett O'Hara said "I'll think about that tomorrow."
I find myself putting off thinking about lots of things until March or so. Which is, I guess, good for now - but it means I'll have a lot of things to think about come March.
I generally don't like Macromedia Flash. I usually click "Skip Intro" on Flash introduction pages, because it takes forever to load and play (especially on my slow computer) and doesn't really present any useful information. Sometimes Flash can be useful - if, for example, you really need to pretend you are Thierry Ardisson and have a little keyboard to play the sound clips from "Tout le monde en parle". Which, of course, I do. But Flash introductions are usually skipped and if I link to a site, it will be to the page after the intro.
Someone in the JHAC keeps pushing me to learn Flash so that I can put it on the JH site. To that I say: "Bah." I wouldn't put it on my page just because I could, if I knew that people like me were going to be annoyed and skip it. I also say, "Put Flash on your own site if you like it so much." I like my sites clean and simple, easy and quick to load, and without a lot of bother. I like my technology and Internet gadgets to do something useful and make the information-finding process easier. Maybe they're not as flashy as some others, but I like 'em.
Snippets from Tea with CKane:
"Up your vernacular!"... "Poom poom short"...
"It's the financial aspects of my wings that worry me"... "I was in Vienna,
in a small café on the Schtroumpfstrasse, when a man approached me..." We
have fun, doan' we? Cheryl and her monster vocab make me want to expand
my own. I think there are a lot of words I used to be able to use in conversation,
but I've since forgotten their definitions. I usually prefer to say something
else, rather than sounding like the guy in my History class who said that
Catherine of Aragon's first marriage wasn't valid because it was not consecrated (which it was), rather than consummated (which it probably wasn't). Here is one that I wanted to use today, but I wasn't sure enough of the definition to use it: candor.
(I was right)
My grey argyle socks are soft. And argyle. And while we're at it, they are grey. I wish they were clean, because I would like to wear them right now. Instead, I am wearing Eiffel Tower socks, which are fun but not quite as satisfying.
Other comfort clothing I own include my hooded Michigan sweatshirt, any pair of pyjama pants (mouse-over pyjama please, IE users) and any pair of interesting socks - especially argyle. I like wearing my boots not for comfort but because I feel tall and maybe even a little sexy.
What's your favorite article (or pair of articles) of clothing?
I'm going to giggle until I fall off my chair. *Reload reload reload*
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More random poetry from Rob's Amazing Poetry Generator:
srah They *promote U.S. interests, influence policy on key economic,
and democratization, and my lab on
the third floor and fell asleep.
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AT ALL.
That is so true.
Glassdog has information
about SmartTags - something I had never heard of. Basically, the idea seems
to be that you will be able to click on random things on a webpage - not
just the links that the person building the page set up, but certain words
and phrases - and be taken to another site. For the common webmaster ("webmistress",
if you prefer, Isaac), this will mean that Internet Explorer will be horning
in on your pages and messing with things on your pages, making links you
didn't intend to make in the first place.
I think this is quite creepy and will be adding some anti-SmartTag code to my pages soon.
[via The Storm Brewing]
This is the distribution of my last name in the United States, as of 1990. Dark blue is a low number, red is high. If it were my first name, the whole map would probably be red.
There must be a very small population in Colorado. (Would you be ashamed of me if I told you I had to look at an atlas to find out what state that was? The square ones all look the same to me.)
The history of Boyfriend's name in the US is very interesting.
[via LEnlowLand]
Antoine says Black Hawk Down is a bunch of pro-war crap and I believe him, but I'm tempted to see it, just for Spud, Obi-Wan and Legolas.
I am a sappy, pathetic teenaged girl (or maybe a heroin addict). I should
be ashamed of myself.
Now that we've passed the credit/no-credit deadline, I keep thinking that I should have taken this or that class for credit. Unfortunately, I'm thinking that about 3 of the 4. So maybe it's best that I didn't - so that I'll be forced to work hard in all of my classes and not just the fun one.
I'm feeling better today. I'm clean.
obiter dicta's Wednesday Whine
Who is/was your least favorite authority figure (i.e. teacher, manager, guidance counselor)?
Many pop to mind, unfortunately,
including my Great Issues in Science teacher who started out the class saying
that I would not be singled out as the only Humanities student in a class
of Biology and Chemistry majors in a class about how science is seen by the
non-scientific community - then proceeded to do exactly that for the rest
of the semester. There's also my high school counselor. Every time
I visited her office, I would have to tell her that I was going to major
in French in college, no - I wasn't interested in teaching it - I wanted
to be a librarian, yes - it's fascinating that you have a friend who is a
French teacher, I am applying to these 6 colleges but I know I want to go
to Albion, and no - I'm not interested in Kalamazoo. Next time I visited, we would have to go through the ENTIRE thing again.
My Translation teacher in Grenoble
wouldn't listen to anything anyone said and constantly corrected our English...
incorrectly. He also based everything on American English and would count
that against English and Nigerian students. I know from a feeling in the
back of my head and the pit of my stomach that there's someone worse than
this, but it's trapped in my subconscious at the moment and I can't remember
who. What one thing do you wish people would just accept about you? (e.g.
- What are you sick of justifying or explaining to everyone?)
Right now, I'm thinking of blogging
- I wish Alex would just let me blog when I'm having thoughts instead of
whining about how much time I spend on the computer. I also don't like the
looks people give me when they find out I have a fan site for an actor...
If you could confront one person with no consequences, who would it be?
My history teacher! People keep telling me I should tell him that he offends
me, but I somehow don't feel that telling a professor he should change a
big aspect of his personality is not the way to excel in class. I just caught you daydreaming ... where were you and what were you doing?
You mean in
the daydream? I was probably in Grenoble or somewhere else in the past or
future... or in front of my computer. Physically, I was probably in Spanish
or French class.
I like blogs that offer me daily mp3s. Thanks to Xkot and Blogatelle respectively, I am listening to Ewan McGregor (Your Song) and The Hollies (The Air That I Breathe).
The Ewan McGregor song makes me want to finally watch Moulin Rouge with Alfie. I don't know if she's interested in seeing the movie, but I think she's the most appropriate person for me to watch it with.
Some random old man has just joined me in the "computer lab". I think it might be Bob's Nazi teacher.
Why aren't the Bloggies online yet? I want to vote.
Emotion of the day: indolence
People keep asking me why I'm taking my CS
class if I already know how to do webpages. Well the first answer to that
is that I am learning a lot of stuff that you don't learn just by doing -
like the history of the World Wide Web and where hexidecimal codes come from
(varying amounts of red, green, and blue - based on base 16 rather than 10).
Secondly, the class isn't all HTML and webpage design. I don't know anything
about Basic, Cryptography or Mathematica. I want to learn. And thirdly...
it's the only one I'm qualified for. Wouldn't you think that one of the nation's Ten Most Wired Colleges would have more Computer Science classes? I would...
I'm going to go lurk about in the bowels of the I-House for a while.
Gross!
I am bored and lonely and want comments. Here is an easy question you can reply to:
I think my grumpy days are caused by not showering. When I'm dirty, I don't feel like doing anything. You would think that would teach me to shower promptly every morning. But no.
Roommate has super-sensitive popcorn senses.
SMG
was talking about how she shouldn't have to shower when she doesn't have
to go anywhere. Well, I don't think I should have to shower AT ALL. So
there.
Here is a really extensive parody of the White House website...
Baby's lips sewn together, claims refugee
- I don't even know how to react to this. Sick sick sick. Babies can't
even speak - they shouldn't be making political statements. [via Monkey Farts]
Sampling of those I wanted to win Golden Globes and those that did win:
BEST MOTION PICTURE - DRAMA
A Beautiful Mind
In the Bedroom
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
The Man Who Wasn't There
Mulholland Drive
BEST FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM
Amélie (France)
Behind the Sun (Brazil)
Monsoon Wedding (India)
No Man's Land (Bosnia)
Y Tu Mama Tambien (Mexico)
BEST DIRECTOR - MOTION PICTURE
Robert Altman - Gosford Park
Ron Howard - A Beautiful Mind
Peter Jackson - The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring
Baz Luhrmann - Moulin Rouge
David Lynch - Mulholland Drive
Steven Spielberg - A.I. Artificial Intelligence
BEST ORIGINAL SCORE - MOTION PICTURE
Craig Armstrong - Moulin Rouge
Angelo Badalamenti - Mulholland Drive
Lisa Gerrard & Pieter Bourke - Ali
James Horner - A Beautiful Mind
Howard Shore - The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship of The Ring
John Williams - A.I. Artificial Intelligence
Christopher Young - The Shipping News
Hans Zimmer - Pearl Harbor
Poor LOTR. Better luck with the Oscars.
I saw Knee Deep Shag this weekend. They were good.
I saw Lisa Hunter
this weekend. She sang about maxi-pads. Not good.
1. What was the most romantic moment you remember from last year? Um...
perhaps the rose-in-the-Pringles-can-incident, except that at the time it
was confusing and freaky and sudden, rather than romantic, which was the
intention. 2. What is your most recent obsession?
Blogging, perhaps. Or french onion soup.
3. One of my favorite things in the world is to watch the sunset/sunrise,
although rainbows are a close second. Tell me about your favorite natural
occourance? I like to watch a really fierce thunderstorm from a nice
big window. I had a good window my freshman year - it was on the third floor
and there weren't a lot of trees in the way, so I had a big view of the sky.
4. I've always been told bad things come in "threes." I really don't
believe in the rule of the "threes," but have you had some experiences where
it has proved to be true?
I can't think of any...
5. But then again, I am usually a positive person, takes a lot to "p"
me off. Let's talk about good things for a sec. What's the most recent "good
news" you have heard? I don't have history class on Friday... that's
the best I can think of right now. Oh, F + A have been going out since October
and didn't tell anyone. Or at least not me. That's nice news. 6. I'm not double-jointed and I can't stop a fan-blade with my tongue.
But I can curl my tongue as well as cross just one eye. Do you have any stupid
human tricks?
I can curl my tongue. I can also do the live-long-and-prosper thing with my fingers and divide them the other way too. With both hands. I am proud.
7. I have to say, that really was a good movie. It is pretty early still,
I think there are some things going on downtown. Anything strike your fancy?
Downtown here? Are you kidding? All there is to do here is go to the bar or the movies.
BONUS: Who can take a sunrise...sprinkle it with dew? For once I know
the bonus... the Candy Man can.
Mr Enlow was blogging about his love for poetry. I've never been much of a fan myself, mostly because of the same whiny contemporary poetry out there. The medium is short enough that people seem to be able to pump out loads of really crappy poetry, whereas, say, a novel requires much more effort. Just a theory.
Just before and around the time that Pandaemonium came out, I studied up a lot on Wordsworth and Coleridge and this one appealed to me - maybe just because I like the sound of it when read aloud in an English accent:
Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Ass.
According to my Raisin Bran Crunch
box, the most popular first name for boys born in 1998 in California and
Texas was José. The box has been staring at me for almost a week now and
begging me to share that fact with the world via blog. I have given in to
the whims of The Box. I have done its bidding. I only hope that I have
appeased it and that it has no more tasks for me. What's that, Box? Kill kill kill? <-- Go to sleep, srah.
My Psycho Ex-Roommate has been here! Hooray! Hello, Stephipoo.
Simply atrocious. I am going to blame my Typing Test results on getting out of practice while in France, but there's probably just no excuse.
Typing Speed: 61 WPM - Accuracy: 92 % - NET SPEED: 55 WPM
*hangs head in shame*
[via smattering.org (speed: 111)]
1. What do you have your browser start page set to?
IE is set to My Yahoo! and Netscape is too - for the moment - but I keep thinking about setting it to the News page of my JH site and always forget.
2. What are your favorite news sites?
Mostly I skim Yahoo!'s headlines while I'm on My Yahoo!.
3. Favorite search engine?
Google.
4. When did you first get online?
We used to go on MNet (is that what it was called? MichNet? I don't remember) when I was in late middle/early high school, but we had a hoopty old computer with a black/amber screen, no mouse, no Windows, no nothing. So that was an adventure. I didn't get online in the WWW-browser sense until about 1996 when we got a more modern computer.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend?
I don't know. It's an extended weekend, so that's good. Maybe I'll go to Ann Arbor or maybe I'll have friends over to play MadLibs.
It's not just Wil Wheaton anymore... which other interesting celebrity has a weblog?
I would like a stuffed Satchel. It would be soft and velvety and have a hot-water-bottle in the belly. Maybe it would just be easier to get a Shar-pei.
Although Thursday should be my sleeping-in day, one of my duties as President of ISU is to attend Umbrella Group meetings (Umbrella oversees all of the multicultural/diversity groups). So I got an email from the President of Umbrella Group saying that the meetings would be Thursdays at 10 in "the usual place". Well, the one time last semester that I had been to a meeting, they were in the basement of Multicultural Affairs. So I showered, wrapped my wet hair in my scarf and trudged across campus. I was going to be a few minutes late, but nothing too scandalous.
Except they weren't there. No one in the office knew where they met, either. But they were nice enough to call all over campus looking for the meeting, which turned out to be in the Kellogg Centre, right next door to my dorm. Hooray. I slunk in around 10:20 and was pretty much ignored. They talked the whole time about stuff I didn't know anything about because I hadn't been President last semester, then they introduced the new members of Umbrella Group, some two random officers from BTS. I am evidently not new, just late. Greaaaaaaaaaaat. I feel appreciated.
Someone pooped in Rob's shoes.
This was months ago, but I've been thinking about it all day. It probably happened at about 3am, in the hallway outside their door, which was where Rob used to keep his shoes. What I'm wondering is: Did someone poop directly into Rob's shoes? If so, weren't they afraid of being seen? And if not, how did they transport the poop to Rob's shoes?
Maybe it never happened. All we know is that his shoes were gone in the morning and the maintenance guy told Rob that he had thrown them away because someone had pooped in them. I think we should check out what size shoes the maintenance guy wears.
Often, RHA meetings can be as boring as crap and everyone is unhappy to be there. What a great organization. But tonight we were (read: I was) a little wacky. It was fun again and we got off on tangents like how funny I am (so funny), Ellen's embezzlement plans (trip to Aruba, then blaming lost funds on the ex-treasurer), and the Albion Nosepickers Anonymous Society, which doesn't exist (yet). Then I sat under the table for a while and untied Lisa's shoelaces. I am quite mature.
We don't always get a lot done, but sometimes we have fun doing it.
When we do CS labs, we have to include a lot of personal information so that our lab experience is individual and different from our neighbor's. For example, when we were learning about searching the WWW, we had to search on our name, find a site related to our favorite movie, etc. In our latest lab on using MS Word 2K, we had to enter information about our major into a table.
I like to think that the professor is going to check this stuff out and be interested in us personally, but it's a lot of information to go through and I doubt it. Ho hum. I like attention.
Notice the lovely Michigan Blogs button. Ooh ahh.
I want to recruit more members. So run on over and join, all you Michiganders, Michigeese, and Michigoslings. <-- stupid Michigan humor, or possibly just stupid srah humor (more likely)
Roommate is asleep with a book on her face, trying to learn by osmosis. I wish I had a digital camera.
Speaking of "wowie wow wow"...
Alex and I are afflicted with a terrible curse under which we can't just say "wow" anymore - it has to turn into "wowie wow wow". Fie on thee, Christopher Walken.
Discover Your Inner Scooby
Your life is full of magic. Sure, you might have been a little awkward in high school, but hey, get over it--you're a hot little number now. Even though you're slightly more worker bee than queen, your friends and coworkers are mesmerized by your hypnotic personality. And you've got more than enough mojo to keep that special someone around.
It's 2002. What does this mean?
Star Wars II: Attack of the Clones (Spring)
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Summer)
Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (Fall)
Ian Rankin has written the thirteenth Inspector Rebus book. Hurrah! Not that it'll come out any time soon in the US...
Everything is sent. Everything is finished. Only two classes and ISU tomorrow. Breathing now.
Do you remember playing MASH in elementary school? Well, it's online now (when I took that Legolas test, I was thinking that someone should create this, and sure enough - they did).
Your husband's name is Patito and you have 3456 children. You're a grape smoosher who drives to work every day in a green Flintstones car.
It's truly a wonderful life when you consider the countless romantic nights you have spent with Patito in your house on a desert island.
[via The Storm Brewing]
Meg wants to know - Are you brand-loyal? I don't think I am very brand-loyal, though I prefer Twining's Tea and Cherry Coke. I know, however, that I'll be thinking about that all day and discovering that I'm subconsciously brand-loyal. "How long have I been using this?"
If you insist.
You will marry LEGOLAS from Lord of the Rings, live in an ancient elven palace in the middle of the forest, and spend your days walking on top of snow and rowing ivory boats and just being beautiful.
What's YOUR M * A * S * H future?
[via not.so.soft]
El Patito dressed as a pollito! This makes me laugh and laugh and roll around on the floor. Sorry, Boyfriend.
Just in case you wondered, it is 
. I hope I have correctly remembered phonemic transcription from the beginning of last semester.
This is really Alfie's story, but I'll rant about it for a while and she can blog her own thoughts on the subject if she wants (or if she has any):
My sister is a number.
She got her acceptance letter from the University of Michigan yesterday. She wants to go to a small school and the only reason I pushed her to apply to U-M in the first place was to avoid the looks that I got (or imagined I got) when I was choosing a college. People tended to look at me like 'Oh, you're going to Albion? You used to be so smart, but you must not have gotten in anywhere better.' They didn't understand that I hadn't applied in the first place because I had already rejected U-M myself (which is why I pushed Becky to apply and reject them officially).
Really, folks, the decision was mine. I didn't want to go to a big, big-name school. I didn't see Albion as a "back-up school" - it was my first choice. I didn't want to be a number - I wanted people to know me. I didn't want to sit with 100 other people in a lecture hall - I wanted to sit around a table with ten other students or have dinner at my professor's house. I wanted to be a French major, but also wanted to be free to take classes in Anthropology, Religion, Computer Science, History, English, Spanish, Chinese, Film, Art History, Psychology, Science, and Philosophy (as I have done over the past four years). I wanted to be free to study abroad. I wanted to be at a school that sends freshmen to France, Vietnam, Africa or Prague as class trips. I wanted to be taught by professors and not by TAs.
Becky has now been accepted to all of the schools she applied to. At Albion, Kalamazoo, and maybe even Mount Union, they treated her as an individual. Her acceptance letter made reference to things she had mentioned in her application essay and to her particular background as an athletic trainer. U-M, on the other hand, was quite predictable. The gist of the letter was
Dear [your name here].
Congratulations on being one of the Chosen Ones. We are great and you have been accorded the great honor of spending five or more years with us. Please send us your money by suchandsuchdate. If you want to communicate with us in the future, please include your student number, *******, as you are no longer human to us. Not that you were in the first place.
Sincerely,
The University of Michigan
It may be prestigious to go to Cornell or U-M, but what are you really going to get out of it? Wouldn't you rather be somewhere that cared about you, and not about Student 09849374? Support small colleges.
I am eating ramen noodles with chopsticks.
This is unusual and extraordinary on several levels.
First of all, I don't usually like ramen noodles but I sort of bought them on a whim when I went to Felpausch last night.
Second of all, I am eating them with chopsticks. Unusual. Laura and Rachel brought us all chopsticks when they went to Vietnam over Winter Break so I thought I would put them to some use.
Third of all, I am eating them with chopsticks, as opposed to attempting to eat them with chopsticks and instead dropping noodles back into the bowl and splashing ramen-juice in my face. This is thrilling for me.
My Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone™ calendar page for yesterday says
"Harry sees a goblin for the first time when he visits Gringotts™ with Hagrid™."
This disturbs me greatly. It's so despicably commercial-sounding. Harry™ Harry™ Harry™, you've sold out.
Boyfriend will like this: LOTR in 2 hrs
[via /usr/bin/girl]
I finally got around to submitting my nominations for the Bloggies. Nine hours to go...
Yay, comments are back.
Must now go find somewhere that takes passport-style pictures for teaching assistant application, which has to be mailed tomorrow. Crap crap crap.
Ketchup may have "natural mellowing agents to help you relax and enjoy life", but I don't like it. I find my mellowing agents in tea and ice cream. If I don't get any ice cream or tea, I start to go crazy.
Do you prefer ketchup or catsup? (You can blahblah when it comes back online...)
Just got back from Felpausch. Two observations.
(1) The exact same thing happened to me that happened last time I went to Felpausch. Well... minus the beer. I may have even been in the same parking space. I think I am cursed.
(2) I think the number one foodstuff consumed by Albionites (Albionians?) is taco chips. Really, if you look at the selection, I don't know what other conclusion can be reached. There are great numbers and varieties in this section that can be seen nowhere else in the store.
Last night, Joe Whatsisface was singing and said something along the lines of
...I'm sorry that I let go of your hand/
I'm sorry that things didn't work out the way we thought they would...
The obvious thing to say there would be that "things didn't work out the way we planned". I've been thinking about this ever since he said it, and I can't figure out if I am upset or happy that he avoided the obvious rhyming next line. Sometimes I like rhymes. Sometimes I don't. I am opinionless on this one.
Alexandra thinks I hate her. Why do people I hate think I like them and people I like think I hate them? She thinks I'm upset and jealous because she's friends with El Patito. I don't know what to say to that. I made her kiss me hello at Baldwin. I don't think it's the solution to the problem.
Mommy has visited the blog and says "Such language!" Bah. I am reading through the index page and count 3 swear words, one of which is in the title of a page I linked to. Bah. Mummy is easily shocked.
I'm siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick. But better now. Don't know if it's the medication, or what. Jillian is shaky and weak too, so maybe it's something contagious instead.
Looking on the bright side. :)
If you have something important to comment, you can sign the guestbook instead. Ho hum. If 'taint Blogger, it's BlogBack.
Deeeeeeelish. This is what I want, when I am grown up and have things like food preparation accessories and have to entertain guests with more than a room temperature Cherry Coke and some popcorn.
Raclette is one of my favorite foods. I have an excessive number of favorites, though.
After one reading, bouillabaisse for the soul has joined the Blogs of Note.
Linguistics student blogging. Glaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. <-- drool
*giggle*
Alesse Day 3: Thank you for your concern, loyal fans standing outside the I-House. Day two went okay and day three has, so far. No body parts falling off or anything, so la de dah. I'm not nauseous anymore - knock on wood - and as far as I can tell, it hasn't affected me emotionally. But I suppose I wouldn't really notice. If I'm having violent mood swings, you'd better tell me.
Your average Star Wars watcher might only know Bib Fortuna as "Jabba's butler with snakes coming out of his head", whereas fans can recognize people like him and Boba Fett (even before Han Solo calls him by name in Return of the Jedi), know that Greedo is a Rodian, and know what a Twiilek is (oh god, I have just outed myself as an enormous dork, but I swear - my dad and sister are worse). But who the heck knows the names of characters who were only in the film for five seconds? Apparently this guy: The Big Ass Tribute To The Forgotten Heroes of Star Wars.
[also via not.so.soft - Meg's on a roll today!]
Rob's Amazing Poem Generator is amusing.
[via not.so.soft]
For once! I slept until my alarm. I want more sleep.
Our blinds are falling down, one by one. Pretty soon we'll have to start charging the neighbors for the show.
Christian Guide to Small Arms Online
This is not a joke. This is frightening reality.
Why grammar is the first casualty of war - lovely, Terry J. Thank you.
[via BenHammersley.com]
RIP Dave Thomas
My friend Cheryl got an autographed photo from Dave Thomas when she wrote to him. He seemed like a good guy. Read the obit and find out more about his work supporting adoption and high school graduation.
Our Belgian suitemate, Christianna, brought Roommate and me each a copy of this CD, which was, until recently, only available in Europe. Two CD set. Good deal. Merry Christmas.
I notice they (CDNow) got the title of the first track ("Cocoon Crash") wrong. As Jonathan in The Mummy would say, "Americans!"
The Case Of The Missing Chai remains unsolved. I wouldn't want it so bad if it were a matter of going to the coffeehouse and getting some, but I have my own and I know it's around here somewhere.
I counted - in my four classes, there are ten males. That's something like ten out of 54. Sometimes liberal arts schools are like that, but Albion is somewhere near 50/50 - maybe 47/53. So where are all the males? They're probably taking something like economics. Yeeeeeeew.
I love it when my underwear matches my socks. It's silly. If I can get my underwear and socks to match each other AND both match my outfit, that's even more exciting. Today, EVERYTHING matches - even my shoes. I am a symphony in black and grey.
Poutine, anyone?
Alesse Day 2: Okay, now we're really testing. I was not jittery or anything before I took the second pill, just a moment ago. I can blame nothing on Nyquil. Results to arrive later in day.
I woke up early again today. Nose issues. Waking up=bad.
Blogstickers are fun.
I've never had poutine, but it sounds like something I'd like to try sometime. Something to do with french fries, gravy, and cottage cheese. Mmmm. Good foods, why not put them together?
JDay's dog has diarrhea. She felt she had to inflict this information on me, so I'm going to inflict it on you. Take that.
25% of my French class is male. This is an enormous percentage for a French class, but is not really that impressive when you find out that there are only four of us in the class. 6/7 of my History class is female. I'm not sure about Spanish, but I think my CS class may also have a female majority.
People used to ask me why I never had a boyfriend. Where was I, a French major who takes classes like Women in Art, supposed to meet guys?
One of the labs in my CS class is on Mathematica. I have no idea what it does, but Mr Enlow's always talking about it...
The class is full of seniors who haven't gotten around to fulfilling their non-lab science class requirement and thus are taking Computer Science For The Math-Deficient in their last semester. I, on the other hand, have been trying to take this class (for my own benefit) since sophomore year and never managed to get in until now. It's going to be just like my English Language class, where I listened with rapt attention to everything Dr Wyss said, then the rest of the class left at the end wondering why they, as Education majors, were required to take such a boring class.
My favorite class at Albion was where I was the only one interested. My least favorite class at Albion was where I was the only one who wasn't interested.
Why is publishing temporarily available, Blogger? Why were you just fine for months and now you have all of these problems? Is it because of the unfortunate hack? Blogger Blogger Blogger. *shakes head*
I was dead tired when I started my nap, and told my Roommate not to worry about waking me up for anything. I went to sleep, then I woke up and looked at the clock. It said 5:58. I thought 'Well, only a little while till waking-up time. This wasn't such a bad night's sleep'. Then I looked at our microwave, which is on a 24-hour clock. it said 17:58. I was very confused, until I realized it was only 5:58pm and I had only had about 3 hours of sleep. I don't know what the point of this story is.
I'm a little jittery again.
I'm tired. I'm weary. I'm going to buy milk and then I'm going to come home and stop functioning altogether. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Dr. Horstman seems funny, but he doesn't seem to like anyone, with the possible exception (maybe, but maybe not) of the English. He has a lot of stereotypes about the French (smelliness, etc.) that he likes to throw out and I don't particularly appreciate that. Also, when he was talking about how the English called the French frogs, he asked what the French call the English and the girl next to me said "roast beef" (rosbif) and he corrected her, saying that it was "beefsteak". Wrong. I don't like to start out class knowing, on the first day, that the professor is misinforming us... even if it's something as trivial and unimportant to the course as that.
Alesse Day 1 (cont.): Patient is tired and zoning out. Thoughts a bit muddled and confused and jittery. Patient is also a bit nauseous on and off. However, this may not be the Alesse, but rather last night's Nyquil or restless sleep. Am confused. Will wait and see. Patient also feels anxious, but this may be related to threat of impending DEATH that patient has imagined will be side-effect of new medication. Patient should probably forget about body-medication and get some for mental problems.
1. What is your favorite TV show/cartoon from your childhood?
When I was little, I loved watching old Rocky & Bullwinkle reruns on channel 31 (which has now, tragically, gone PAX). Later, around middle-school and high school, it was Animaniacs.
2. Sometimes you just can't count on other people to support something you feel is important. What was the last thing you had to do for yourself that someone close to you didn't think was important?
Uh... I'm sure it's happened, but I can't think of a particular instance. Sometimes people want me to have different priorities than I have.
3. On the other hand, sometimes people can really surprise you. Recall a moment when somebody close to you supported you when no one else would.
Uh... This is hard. I should just wait until the Friday Five - they're less thought-provoking. Um..
4. Last time I got really depressed/upset, it made me want to do something really destructive but within control (like eating something bad for me). Have you ever had that feeling? What did you do?
I don't recall having that feeling. Sorry to be so boring...
5. Let's hear your favorite or most quoted line of movie dialog.
Obviously, whoever wrote this question has never been around my family, who communicates entirely in movie/television quotes. One such television quote is from "Just Shoot Me": "Chicken pot chicken pot chicken pot pie!" Don't ask.
6. What is "your song?"
I dunno. "Yellow" by Coldplay because I'm "skin and bones, turned into something beautiful"? Well, I like to think so.
7. We all make mistakes. We can't go back and erase them, but hopefully
we learn something. What mistake in your life has taught you the most? Did
it keep you from repeating the mistake again?
When I was in 8th grade, I had the opportunity to take Geometry AC at the high school, but I didn't think I'd done well enough in my middle school Algebra class, so I repeated it. I've always sort of regretted not giving it a try, because I did so atrociously in Geometry that I could have done with a repeat in that rather than in Algebra. I also found it interesting, looking back, that of the five students eligible to take Geometry, the three who went along with it were boys and the two who passed it up were girls. I don't know if that said something about our self-esteem as girls, or if it was just coincidence.
I've tried not to be a quitter and learn to stand up to a challenge. I still quit Chinese because it was too hard, but I'm sticking with Spanish.
Alesse Day 1: I took the first pill nearly ten minutes ago and so far am showing no symptoms of Death, besides my normal "corpse-like pallor"/"computer tan". This is a good thing.
I just had one of the worst cups of tea I have ever had in my life.
I made it myself.
I am so proud.
*gack gack gack*
At home, I had to be up at 6:45 to go to work at 8.
This semester, I can get up at 8:45 to go to class at 9.
I love school.
Ach, ah cannae sleep. Fairst the droogs made me sleepy, ahnd thain they made me jittery ahnd irritable.
Ah dinnae think, hooever, tha' i's the droogs thaht gave me this bad Scottish accent...
Ahhh. I gave it another try and it went right down. TAKE THAT, Nyquil.
Why isn't there more chewable medicine for people like me?
They Might Be Giants have a song about someone driving after taking Nyquil. They had to call it AKA Driver rather than Nyquil Driver in order to avoid lawsuits.
Tomorrow I go back to classes. I am looking forward to tomorrow... it's just all the days after that that aren't quite as exciting.
I am in the process of trying to swallow a Nyquil liquicap. I got the first one down after a couple of gags, but the second one refuses to be swallowed. It seems to be happy in my mouth and doesn't want to die. Right now, it is sitting on top of my juice box and grinning at me evilly. Damn you, Nyquil, damn you.
I'm siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.
Our room is rearranged and looks very nice.
Good day to you.
1. You've just won a complete collection of movies starring one actor - what actor would you pick? Would John Hannah be too obvious an answer for you?
2. What was the last movie you saw in a theater? The Fellowship of the Ring
3. What was the last video or DVD that you bought? I got Four Weddings and a Funeral for xmas. Off the top of my head, I think the last one I bought myself was The Mummy. Sense a theme?
4. What movie could you watch over and over again and not get sick of? Sliding Doors, Amélie
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? Moving back to school
Oh yeah, Alfie has a blog now. I'm trying to work on a few glitches, but considering my monster web-skills... um...
I was going to go on and on yesterday about my car and how I thought it was frozen to the garage floor, but I don't particularly feel like it anymore. Maybe when I get back to school.
I had a physical yesterday. According to the doctor, I am 5'2". My theory is that I drank a lot of water and expanded. Or that whole you're-taller-in-the-morning-and-gradually-shrink-as-the-day-goes-on thing. You know, that thing.
The doctor thinks (stop reading here, you're really not going to care and if you do, I'd be concerned) that I have estrogen problems and is putting me on Alesse. Side effects include blood clots, stroke, heart attack, nausea, vomiting, bleeding between menstrual periods, weight gain, breast tenderness, and difficulty wearing contact lenses. But on the other hand, the advantages include maybe less bone deterioration when I get old and having regular periods. Yeah. Because I was really missing them back when my cycle was anywhere from 32 days to 50 days to 3 months.
Maybe all that extra estrogen will give me some other feminine advantages I've never had the joy to experience, like PMS and cramps.
Yargh. Maybe I should just let my bones deteriorate. Can I drink monster amounts of milk instead? I don't like putting chemicals in my body.
I guess I shouldn't worry so much about the safety. At least these weren't made by JDay...
Ah, Blogger is fixed. Sad.
I have things to say, but they will wait until I get home and have more time to write the blognovel that is to come.
Mr Enlow is talking about Don Quixote. Or Don Quijote. Or Don Quichotte. Run run run over there and join in.
Any Europeans out there? How's that Euro working out for you, huh?
I can't wait to go back to France and have to learn a new currency. Ha ha.
One of my biggest fans wants stories. So here's a story for you, B.L.
The Story Of What I Did Yesterday
by srah
Yesterday I woke up and still had a sore throat. In fact, I couldn't even talk. But I had a cup of tea and then I could talk again. Ooh ahh. I wrapped myself up in a blanket, didn't shower or get dressed, and watched movies all day, including Mr Roberts, which was very disappointing because I expect zaniness and humor in my Jack Lemmon movies, and the extras on the Monty Python and the Holy Grail Special Edition DVD, which is one of the greatest DVDs ever created, if you ask me. Which you didn't. Then I went to bed and didn't fall asleep for several hours because all I could think about was how I'll soon have to begin my Real Life and do things like Pay Insurance and Be Independent.
There. That was a story. Now don't complain.
I dreamt night before last that my car went through the car wash without me and I had to catch it on the other side. Then later I was driving around in a yellow cardboard box with one pedal.
LAST night, I dreamt that I had to close Neptune because Gilles was leaving early. It was located in a strip mall where they also sold possessed ice cream. I didn't manage to get any, but I was encouraging my grandma to get some. They were shopping in another store and the owner closed up and forgot to bring down the metal closing thing because s/he was possessed. Then I realized I had forgotten too, so I went back to do so. I went into Neptune and suddenly it was the Gap. CKane was there with a friend from home and there were billions of other shoppers who wouldn't leave so I couldn't close up. Then everyone in the store went and sat in the cubicles of the dressing rooms and they became the compartments of a train. Christianna was sharing one with my mom's boss, who was amused that Christianna was going to eat a whole pizza-sized spinach pie by herself.
I think that something I need to work on in 2002 is keeping a balance in my life. While I've been quite attentive to the Boyfriend, blogging, my international friends, and apparently to my studies, a lot of my pre-France life seems to have been neglected. I would like to make a resolution to make more time for my old friends from Albion and from the JHAC. They deserve it.
Blogger, despite recent problems, has been named one of the Seven Wonders of the Web and Best Web Story of the Year
Bravo.
2001 was an excellent year. A million amazing and wonderful things happened to me and it was, for the most part, smooth and relaxing.
I hope that 2002 will be just as good, but I know it will be a year of changes as I leave college, try to live independently for the first time ever, and try to figure out what I want to do with my life. Eek.
It's a palindrome year. That's pretty interesting.
