35 days.
One of the last things I did, between my final exams and flying home from Grenoble was to make cookies with Sophie. It was something we'd talked about all year, but we never had all of the ingredients. So one day in May, we finally sat down and made them. It was interesting because we had the directions in English and in cups and teaspoons. We had the right measuring utensils, because the Morins had had so many Americans before. We had alsatian raising powder, which was something akin to baking powder or soda or something. We had some flour, but I don't think it was the same kind we use in the US. But we mixed everything together. We heated the oven, but it was hard to correspond the 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, etc. settings on the oven to Fahrenheit degrees. So we guessed that we wanted it somewhere around 6. We cooked about 5 trays full of cookies and never managed to get the temperature quite right. We'd put it up to 7 and they'd burn, we'd put it down to 5 and they'd be flat. But once we fed all of the burnt ones to Denis, our cookies were quite yummy and we gobbled them up.
36 days. Little over 5 weeks. Dear me, I suppose I have some term papers and final projects to do at some point. Hmmm. Anyway, back to our regularly scheduled daily memory from the past four years.
Freshman year, our R.A., Carl, went away somewhere with his band and left his room unlocked. Big mistake. Lisa Lew and I went into his room and stole his comfortable rolly chair. Then we wrote anonymous ransom notes stating our demands, which I seem to remember were hugs for his residents (we were all very odd about Carl and I think all the girls on the hall had some kind of crush/hero worship going on at some point. I don't understand it now) and an impromptu concert in the hall by the band. I don't remember the hugs, but we did get our concert...
Nastiness Roommate has talked to Nice Suitemate about the lipstick
on my towel and the blonde hairs in her hairbrush. It seems that Rude Suitemate
pretty much uses whatever she wants in the bathroom. I have taken my hairbrush back into my room. She better be using her own toothbrush. Echhhhh.
I love my roommate
I especially love that she allows me to blog about her disgusting medical problems. Thumbs-up, Roommate! Ten invisible points to you!
What's that? I can't hear you, there's beans in my ears I am morbidly
fascinated. My roommate has been having hearing problems for the past
week or so and today she finally went to the health center to have it checked
out. This was especially urgent because several members of RHA had been
speculating that she had a punctured eardrum, an infection, or maybe just
some insects living in there and laying eggs. Ha ha. It's fun to scare
the roommate. They flushed out her ears and all kinds of lovely crap fell
out. Not beans, obviously, but enough solidified chunks of earwax to sink
a battleship, if you had an interest in sinking a battleship with earwax.
Now she says everything is significantly louder and more noticeable.
She can hear the wind and her pants rubbing together when she walks. I'm
jealous. I don't think I'm having hearing problems, but maybe everyone has
nasty earwax buildup and doesn't notice it until their hearing is almost
gone. I want to have my ears flushed out and hear all kinds of strange things
that no one else can hear. I think ear-flushing should be the new trend
on campus. But then I have a disturbing ear-fetish, don't I? Yes, yes I
do. (What kind of search engine referrals is this going to get me? *rubs
hands together greedily*)
Thus bloggeth Icicle-nose It's so cooooooold in our room. So very
cooooooold. I don't want to take a shower for fear of freezing when I come
back to the room with wet hair. I will curl up in a blanket and do something
productive. Or bring the blanket over here and blog. Cold fingers. Am
now blogging in gloves. I type wsurprisingloy weololl Oopws spoke too wsoonl.
If a loved one made me this patriotic Peeps hat, or suggested that I make one, then on top of all that MADE ME WEAR IT, I think that I would be extremely disturbed.
The instructions are here in case you want to make one for an enemy.
[via mybluehouse]
It's so cooooooold in our room. So very cooooooold. I don't want to take a shower for fear of freezing when I come back to the room with wet hair. I will curl up in a blanket and do something productive. Or bring the blanket over here and blog. Cold fingers. Am now blogging in gloves. I type wsurprisingloy weololl Oopws spoke too wsoonl.
Spanish House Dinner The Mexican Dinner was yesterday. The food
was pretty good - there was some kind of really tasty green salsa that burned
my lips off. And I got to eat with Krista, which was pretty cool because I've barely ever talked to her in real life. How sad and pathetic!
Speeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew! Are you in a public computer lab? Right, pick
up your keyboard. Flip the keyboard over. Give 'er a big left-right shake
back and forth. And now a forwards-backwards shake. By this point, people
in the lab are problably looking at you. Now look down at the desk (hopefully
you were doing this over the desk and not over your lap). Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Or if you're afraid of stares, just blow onto it and see what flies into
the air. Keyboards accumulate so much nastiness. I should get a nice can
of compressed air and devote myself to cleaning them. I only like to clean
things that are really really dirty. That's why I like to watch infomercials
for cleaning products. They don't clean floors that look pretty clean already.
They take these deserted haunted houses or something and decide to clean
the oven. Look how easily the grime comes off! In theory, I really like
grime. I probably wouldn't really like to clean it, but it looks cool on TV.
37 days.
Freshman year I was in a Film class where the professor sat us down and told us to make movies, then graded us on what we did wrong. Hmmph. Not bitter or anything. Anyway, my Honors buddy Denny and I made several crappy little films in that class that I have on video and will occasionally show to people if I really like them.
There was the one where the plot was "Sometimes I want to go to sleep but there's always a party on my hall." It included me wearing bunny ears, some footage from Monty Python and the Holy Grail cut in, and a cardboard cut-out of Austin Powers. Yikes. You can see the cameraman in one shot and we switched actresses for one of the parts halfway through filming.
There was the music video where I didn't realize we were allowed to cut the song, so I had way more song than I had footage. It involved using and reusing clips of me spinning around in circles and at one point repeating all of the previous footage. Bad. I can't listen to Semisonic's "Closing Time" without thinking of that video.
There was Denny's video where Larry refused to play himself so we had Carl play him. I remember the talented camerawoman getting a shot of "Larry" with a big Republican Party sign behind his head. Very Larry. Denny doesn't act "asleep" very well.
There was my final project where I decided to make a movie sort of like Sliding Doors, but set in Albion. It might have worked out quite well, except we discovered at the editing stage, when it was too late to refilm, that we had serious sound problems with the dialogue in a few scenes. So did we cut them out? Did we rerecord the sound? No! We made it into a silent film, with little title-cards between shots. WHAT????? There are very clever little in-jokes in the music selection, but no one ever pays attention to the music anyway.
I put Ed Wood to shame.
Thursday Threesome
Onesome. Bed. You spend a few hours a night there, so tell us about your
bed - size, favorite sheets, comforter...oh, and do you make it or leave
it unmade?
My bed at school is extra-long because it's a college dorm
residence hall bed. Not that I need it extra-long. It has springs that
poke me in the back and the couch is much comfier. My favorite sheets are
forest green. My other set is green and white checked, but the pillowcases
have ruffles. Echhh! It did not mention ruffles in the catalogue when we
ordered them. My comforter is thick and warm. I leave it unmade. ALL the
time. My bed at home is a full-size bed so it's big, but it takes longer
to warm up. My comforter is older so it's not as thick so I have an electric
blanket and flannel sheets on it for most of the year. My favorite sheets
at home are my flannel moose sheets. Twosome. Bath. OK. How much time does it take you to get "ready" on the
average day - from first step into the bathroom to stepping out fully dressed....
I can take as little as twenty minutes, but I prefer to take about an hour.
Threesome. Beyond. What is your favorite room / area of your home? Tell us all about it...
Hmmm. At home, my room is good, but lonely. So I guess I'll say the family
room. Or maybe the kitchen because it's warm and it's our dance floor.
Boo! Competition! I just checked out the *coughNumberFiveSunlightOnDunnotarCastlecough*
voting for the off-campus programs photo contest. I am very disappointed
because there are photos that are better than mine. Boo! I hadn't expected
anyone else to have talent!
Tuesday This-or-That
Who would win in a fight between...
Batman and Superman? Superman, unless it was a fight for my affections.
I have more respect for Batman because he doesn't have any super powers
- just super gadgets. I identify with him better because I don't have any
super powers either (that I know of...). But Superman would win a fight
because of his super powers.
Aquaman and Robin? I've never seen Aquaman, so it makes the decision
a bit more difficult. Robin has no powers and no Robin-tools, and mostly
depends on Batman to save him. So we'll go with the mysterious Aquaman.
Sounds watery. Maybe he has some water-powers. The Wonder Twins and The Ambiguously Gay Duo? I don't know the Wonder Twins either, so I'll go with Ace and Gary.
Spiderman and Spawn? I don't know Spawn either, but I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate Spiderman, so my answer, once again, is Alf.
Do you Spring Clean or not? I have Spring Cleaning at various points in the year when I realize I'm living in squalor.
Do you check your email once every hour, more often, or less often?
I have little things that are supposed to notify me when I have mail. If
I'm sitting in front of the computer when I get a notification from my Albion
account, I'll usually check it right away. Otherwise, I usually check it
when I get back to the room. I usually let the Yahoo! mail build up to at
least 3 before I check. Do you have one or more email accounts? I have my Albion account and my Yahoo! account. I have a couple of expired Hotmail
accounts that I only signed up for so I could get an MSN Messenger screen
name. I think that's it - if not, I haven't checked them in a few years!
Stiff as a board or light as a feather? I am light as a feather.
Float like a butterfly or stink (sic) like a bee? Do bees
stink? I know they sting... but I've never ever *knock on wood* been stung
by one. I would like to float like a butterfly. Both feet on the floor or head up in the clouds? Head up in the clouds.
About my refrigerator
On the outside: Magnetic poetry, a Domino's Pizza magnet, two Paris magnets, a Michigan magnet and a dinosaur magnet.
On top: A microwave, with a whole bunch of stuff sitting on top of
it, sucking in the radiation. The little tiny stuffed Grover sitting there
is probably going to come alive and attack us in our sleep. On the inside: A bag of baby carrots, queen-sized green olives with
pimentos, two ice cube trays (one full, one empty), salsa (mild), cheese
cubes in individual serving packs, two bottles of water (one opened), carton
of white grape juice, very old bottle of apricot juice I never get around
to throwing away, two bottles of pink lemonade that have been sitting there
unopened since I stole them from Baldwin Outdoors at the beginning of the
year, two cans of Cherry Coke, one bottle of orange juice, another bottle
of water I forgot to count before, and two fruit punch juice boxes. I've
decided this is a meme. Go write about your refrigerator in your own blog
and link back to me. Heh heh. Or just tell me in the blah blahs like usual.
If Alex can have Sir Ian, I can have Moby
Pal Moby is on tour and is in Paris right now.
I got this as an email forward Pagets disease Please forward to
all of the women in your lives . . Mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts, friends,
etc. In November, a rare kind of breast cancer was found. The sister of
my friend developed a rash on her breast, similar to that of young mothers
who are nursing. Because her mammogram had been clear, the doctor treated
her with antibiotics for infections. After 2 rounds and it continued to get
worse, her doctor sent her for another mammogram, and this time it showed
a mass. A biopsy found a fast growing malignancy. Chemo was started in
order to shrink the growth; then mastectomy; then a full round of Chemo;
then radiation. After about 9 months of intense treatment, she was given
a clean bill of health. One year of living each day to its fullest. Then
the cancer returned to the liver area. She took 4 treatments and decided
that she wanted quality of life, not the after effects of Chemo. We had
5 great months and she planned each detail of the final days. After just
a few days of needing morphine, she slipped away saying she had done what
God had sent her into the world to do and now it was her time to go. PLEASE
be alert to any thing that is not normal, and be persistent in getting help
as soon as possible. Her message is shown below: Paget's Disease: This
is a rare form of breast cancer, and is on the outside of the breast, on
the nipple and aureola. It appeared as a rash, which later became a lesion
with a crusty outer edge. I would not have never suspected it to be breast
cancer but it was. My nipple never seemed any different to me, but the rash
bothered me, so I went to the doctor for that. Sometimes, it itched and was
sore, but other than that it didn't bother me. It was just ugly and a nuisance,
and could not be cleared up with all the creams prescribed by my doctor and
dermatologist for the dermatitis on my eyes just prior to this outbreak.
They seemed a little concerned but did not warn me it could be cancerous.
Now, I suspect there are not many women out there who know a lesion or rash
on the nipple or aureola can be breast cancer. Mine started out as a single
red pimple on the aureola. One of the biggest problems with Paget's disease
of the nipple is that the symptoms appear to be harmless. It is frequently
thought to be a skin inflammation or infection, leading to unfortunate delays
in detection and care. What are the symptoms? The symptoms include: 1.
A persistent redness, oozing, and crusting of your nipple causing it to itch
and burn. (As I stated, mine did not itch or burn much, and had no oozing
I was aware of, but it did have a crust along the outer edge on one side.)
2. A sore on your nipple that will not heal. (Mine was on the aureola area
with a whitish thick looking area in center of nipple). 3. Usually only
one nipple is affected. How is it diagnosed? Your doctor will do a physical
exam and should suggest having a mammogram of both breasts, done immediately.
Even though the redness, oozing and crusting closely resemble dermatitis
(inflammation of the skin), your doctor should suspect cancer if the sore
is only on one breast. Your doctor should order a biopsy of your sore to
confirm what is going on. This message should be taken seriously and passed
on to as many of your relatives and friends as possible; it could save someone's
life. My breast cancer has spread and metastasized to my bones after receiving
mega doses of chemotherapy, 28 treatments of radiation and taking Tamaxofin.
If this had been diagnosed as breast cancer in the beginning, perhaps it
would not have spread... TO ALL READERS: This is sad as women are not aware
of Paget's disease. If, by passing this around on the e-mail, we can make
others aware of it, and its potential danger, we are helping women everywhere.
Please, if you can, take a moment to forward this message to as many people
as possible, especially to your family and friends. It only takes a moment,
yet the results could save a life!
Dream I dreamt I was looking for pâté in Big Ten Party Store but
I had to find it fast, because Antoine's roommate, Josh, was coming to pick
us up in a few minutes. But I just kept looking and looking and looking.
I think they left without me and I was still looking...
Another convert won
Joh came over and watched Sliding Doors with Roommate
and quite enjoyed it. If you haven't seen it yet, I suggest you pick it
up next time you're at the rental store. It's funny, sad, romantic, and
makes you think. It's one of my favorite movies of all time.
If you do rent it, let me know what you thought!
39 days till you can sing this to me.
When she visited Grenoble in October of last year, Dr Guenin-Lelle gave us a few things to give to Pénélope, our former Native Speaker, when we saw her. Well, it took a few months, but I finally managed to pay Penny a visit in March. I stayed with her in her parents' home in Aix-les-Bains and she took me to spend the day in Annecy, drive around the lakes of the region and also on a side trip to Chambéry.
Pénélope's family was extremely kind and hospitable to me. Their house is quite modern and amazing. I stayed in her brother's room, since he was away at art school in Paris. The room was bright, beautiful, and full of his art.
Annecy, although not quite so much in March, is supposed to have such beautiful flowers that won competitions for the most flowered town in France until it was finally disqualified from continuing in the competition. It, like several other towns in France, calls itself a "little Venice" because it has canals and water running throughout.
I also got to see the largest natural lake in France and experience flooding in Savoie. The entire country was having problems with flooding, but it was less evident in Grenoble, which is behind a big dam. Near Lake Bourget, the water was nearly covering the road and in Annecy, it was flowing quickly and threatening to overflow the canals.
Attention Albion readers My photo for the Off-Campus Photo Contest
will be on display in the Kellogg Centre later this week. There will be
voting. Hint hint. I want some cash money.
Spanish test
Piece of cake. Or rather, "easy as pie". I hope I feel the same when I get it back.
Shoooooot
Here I've been blogging and I have a Spanish test in a few minutes. Forgot.
Wish me luck!
More Oscar Whinging Thoughts Yes, Gwyneth was awful.
The dress was awful and made her boobies look droopy and wrinkly. And her
eye makeup was scary. Barbra Streisand's dress was bad too. Did you see
that one makeup guy or whatever he was in the fringy tuxedo? Hmmmm. Halle
Berry's hysterical tears made me cry too. I'm such a pushover. Ian McKellen's
boyfriend is VERY VERY YOUNG! There is still a chance for Alex. He was
practicing what he would say when Sir Ian called him. (It was not "Sorry,
I have a girlfriend." I have hidden his body somewhere the cops will never
find.) Sir Ian should have won, but if he couldn't, I'm glad Jim Broadbent
did. I don't like Denzel Washington. I think he's too preachy and he always
has to be right. Just like I think Moby and I would get along, I think Denzel and I wouldn't.
Sidney Poitier isn't African-American. He's Bahamian. I'm picky like that. (I've been corrected. I knew I should have looked into it some more before I said it. Fie, research, fie!)
Shrek sucks! Monsters, Inc. should have won.
I'm in class Can you tell? No, me neither. Printer's not working
so basically I'm killing time. I should be working on the lab due Thursday.
Naaaaaaaaaaaahh.
PromoGuy's Monday Mission
1. What helps you get started every morning? Tea is good when I have
a chance to make it. And when the milk is not chunky, like it was this morning.
BEEEEURRRK! Also... sitting in front of the computer until I wake up. 2. What is the most memorable thing anyone has ever made for you?
Hmmmm. Anita from the JHAC made me a neat wall-hangy thing and sent it
to me out of the blue. That's the first thing that immediately comes to
mind. Ah yes, Dively made me an excellent clipboard that I've been using
for two years and everyone is jealous of. Of which everyone is jealous.
Ahem. It has pictures of John Hannah, the Eiffel Tower, the Scottish flag,
a rabbit, and all kinds of cute little srah-things. 3. What music are you currently listening to in your car? In my
car? Ah yes, my replacement car (loaned to me by my parents, since Roger
is wasting away) has a tape player... that works! I forgot that one can
listen to music on such a thing! So right now, the radio is probably tuned
to the Jackson oldies station. 4. One thing I like to do is buy USA Today on Wed, Thur and Fri. Even
if I don't have the money, I will find a way to buy them, because I just
love reading them. What is one "splurge" you allow yourself, even when you
shouldn't? I don't know if I have monetary splurges so much as time-splurges.
I will blog or read blogs even when I'm really busy and I know I should
be doing something else. I sound like an addict. I think I am. 5. Have you ever been given a "second chance?" What happened and did you make the most of it? Hmm. Don't think so... can't think of any occasions where that's happened.
6. Do you have a lot of friends outside of your own ethnic background? Yep. Especially this year, what with all of the international students and all.
7. What was the last situation that really, really pissed you off? The Oscars pissed me off a bit...
BONUS: Who's your friend when things get rough? I never recognize the bonuses, so I'm going to answer that my friend is Alf. I hate Alf. I think I'm insane.
40 days.
And 40 nights?
One day, early in sophomore year, we were hit by an attack of the Sophomore Slump. After living on top of each other in Wesley the year before, we found ourselves broken up and spread across campus. So Jillian, Erin, Jen and I got together to hang out in Jillian and Erin's room. We sat in the Isolation Corner and sang and danced to depressing songs. We were still sad to be separated, but we discovered that even if we weren't just down the hall, we could always get together when we were down.
What do you do with Peeps that have gotten so stale that they are physically inedible? Yes, that's right, you torture them in every way possible. Twenty seconds in the microwave is good for a Peep. They expand to enormous sizes and become sort of edible again. And if you were curious, Peeps are flammable, just like normal marshmallows. I wish we had a digital camera - now we're going to boil poach one. It smells like toasted marshmallows in here. Mmmmmmmm.
Exercise? Wazzat? I really ought to do something active once in
a while in some kind of effort to "get into shape". I know, I'm giggling
too. It's not that I need it in terms of physical appearance, but I really
ought to be able to brush my hair without breaking a sweat. I should take
up *snort* jogging or something and take some time away from vegetating in
front of the computer. No, I just want to get rid of my body altogether.
I can't wait until they create bionic bodies. I want to put my brain in
a machine and not worry about fitness or medical problems or anything. Or
hair. I want to be a big robot. I just need fingers to type with, please.
Quote of the weekend
Just because Alex, Rob and I have been saying it to each other all weekend:
Deb's Saturday Eight from the Eighties (a little late)
1) You might as well face it, you're addicted to... tea. Mmmmmmm, tea. Haven't had any in a couple of days, so it will make me crazy. Must get some now.
2) All I really need to do is find myself a brand new... Hmmm. A
new computer would be nice. I hope my computer can't read this. Roger is
dead, but I'm not looking for a new car... How about a new digital camera?
3) Who's the wind beneath your wings? My family and my Patito. And
lately, Jillian's been very helpful with class and whatnot. And Samata can
often make me feel good. 4) Who gives love a bad name? Dunno...
5) Are you too shy? Yep, although I'm better than I used to be.
6) Do you work hard for the money? When I have a job, yes. Read that, prospective employers.
7) There's something strange in your neighborhood. Who you gonna call? The police, as soon as I've made sure it's not just me being paranoid.
8) Why do I find it hard to write the next line? Writer's block? I have Graduation countdown block at the moment. Drat.
Google search referrer
Someone in Canada knows me too well...
42 days.
Freshman year, Harini and Cheryl came to visit me at Albion over Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend. We built snowmen and had a grand old time.
"She blogged like a demon and made a monkey laugh."
Sounds appropriate, non?
43 days.
I have a friend. We would meet in the KC and talk about nothing and everything, back at the beginning of the year when no one had anything better to do than sit in the KC and talk for hours on end. I thought, "We have a lot to talk about. This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
But he had other plans, which became evident when he ran home one day and returned with a Pringles can. No, I lied. It did not become evident, it became confusing. "Have some Pringles," he said. "No thanks, I don't really like Pringles," I replied. "No, really, take some," he insisted. "Well, fine," I gave in. There was a red rose in the Pringles can. Was this a declaration of his true intentions or a late birthday gift? Turned out to be the former, which caused much distress and confusion and accusations of stalking until I finally gave in and gave him a chance.
I'm glad I did. I love you. Happy six monthiversary.
Two things down...
Three more to go before I can sleep. Argh. I would rather just sit in front of the computer and make web pages.
Why did I do the least important stuff first? Why do I always do the least important stuff first? Because it's fun, that's why. Now I'm off to figure out what I want to do with my life. Great.
Just for the record
If you want me to make plans for Friday May 23, 2070 at 3:24:50 PM, I'm sorry but I won't be able to make it. I'll be busy dying.
Your average life span is: 90 years old.
By modifying your Health, Lifestyle, Diet and Environment you can live to be: 101 years old.
You were born on Tuesday, August 26, 1980. You have lived 7,877 days and have 24,900 days left to live. Lets make them count!
You should die on Friday May 23, 2070 at 3:24:50 PM.
[via The Storm Brewing]
Quel Idiot! Or would that be "quelle idiotte"? I always want to
feminize things that have no feminine form. I am going to write in French
in this post. If you have IE, you can mouse-over for translations. If you
have Netscape, I hope you speak French. Gist of it is, I went to read the
poem for the poetry contest and said something dumb. Prof/Juge: Vous savez comment ça marche…
Moi: En fait, non, je ne l’ai jamais fait.
Lui: Ah bon?
(après avoir lu le poème)
Lui: Vous avez pas fait ça en première année?
Moi: Non, je n’ai jamais fait parce que j’aime pas trop la poésie. Par contre j’aime l’argent…
New Blogs
Cleo, Katie and William are on Spring Break. Random Blog Quotes
hasn't been updated since Monday. I should be doing something useful, but
I don't want to. I need something to read. I am going to go read some of
the blogs I only get around to reading about once a week, or new ones I've
just found. You can have a read too. Bathroom Break, Boss?
cocktail onions
Dear Mervis...
Dog Door of Death
formica
le monde du vieux bandit
ljc blog
little.yellow.different
Live in the Delirious Cool
The Mad Bull's Blog
Mulberry
Note to Self
Open Brackets
says me
Things that sound similar
Now let's see what kind of Google hits that gets me...
It did not snow last night. I am in denial.
Dream I dreamt the police pulled me over while I was driving, then
ended up following me home and staying in my house for a while, mooching
off my family. Then there was something where I was on a plane to North
Carolina with all of these people and we became the best of friends.
Onesome. See it. What is something so beautiful you have seen that the picture of it is etched into your mind, and soul, forever? The Pont du Gard.
Twosome. Smell it. What one scent stands out in your mind as always making you feel happy and secure in your life? Hmmm, cake baking? Makes me think of Mommy.
Threesome. Taste it. When you think of tasting, what one thing comes to mind as bliss for your taste buds? Crème brulée or coffee ice cream. Or most any nice, creamy kind of ice cream.
Graduation countdown recap In case you're just joining us, I have
been recording an important or mundane memory from the past four years in
my "Graduation Countdown" every day since Spring Break. Most people won't
care, but if you want to catch up... 54 | 53 | 52 | 51 | 50 | 49 | 48 | 47 | 46 | 45 | 44
More to come...
44 days.
My favorite class that I've taken at Albion was English Language. Just like my Computer Science class, I was one of the only ones who was taking it for fun rather than for a requirement. I loved learning about linguistics, the teacher was amusing, and I never missed a class session.
My least favorite class was Great Issues in Science, which met two days a week from 8:30 to 10:00. One and a half hour classes are enough of a pain without being at 8:30 in the morning and being about Science. One of the themes of the class was "How non-scientists view science." There were 12 science majors in the class, plus me. They promised they wouldn't pick on me. They lied.
I really ought to learn how to read
100 Best Fictional Characters Since 1900
I've heard of some of these books. I've even heard of some of these characters! I've even seen movies based on some of these books! I am so cultured.
[via words mean things]
I have too many desktop icons
Want to take pictures of your desktop? Of course you do! Try Iamcal's DeskCam!
[via Promo]
Open letter to Dr Laura
My favorite line: "Why can't I own Canadians?"
[via little.red.boat]
Here's a rejection letter for you
Queen Elizabeth I's rejection to the proposal of marriage by King Erik of Sweden.
[via bleublog]
Bueller? Bueller?
What popular movies do you hate?
Mine include:
Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Grease
Pretty Woman
I'm sure there are others...
My, how creepy
If i was a serial killer i would be Albert Fish.
Albert
Fish was a masochistic pedophile obsessed with religious themes such as sin,
sacrifice, and redemption through pain. It is believed that he would force
his own children to beat him with a nail studded paddle until he bled. He
would also stick nails underneath his finger nails, into his groin, his scrotum
and his anus. He forced himself to eat feces and would stick alcohol soaked
cotton balls up his anus and set them on fire. Fish believed that God wanted
him to castrate boys, which he would do over the course of many years, finally
to be caught for kidnapping, murdering and eating a 10 year old girl. Fish
claims to have molested over four hundred children. Police charged him with
eight but suspect him on fifteen. Kill count: unconfirmed Find what serial killer you would be, Take the Serial Killer Quiz now!
Today is the Journée internationale de la Francophonie. It's a day set aside to celebrate the French-speaking world and the political and social bonds they have.
French is a very useful language, and is an official language of many countries in Europe, the Americas, Asia, Oceania, and Africa. So... celebrate that.
? I saw a person in Baldwin that I had never seen before. I say
person, because I was not entirely clear on what the person's gender was.
I took a closer look, chest-wise, and decided it was a girl. After staring
at her a while, I began to wonder if it might be Roommate's old roommate, wearing contacts.
Eeek! She was scary enough to start with, and now she's become gender-ambiguous!
45 days.
When my freshman seminar took a trip to France, we visited Paris and Grenoble, where Albion students were studying, and Noisy-le-roi, Albion's sister city.
When we were in Grenoble, we took the télépheriques to the top of the Bastille and ate dinner in the restaurant there. I was peacefully eating my salad when a little friend said hello to me. "Bonjour," said the slug, "Je suis dans ta salade!" Well, that started me gagging. Remember, I thought to myself, you are in a foreign country and you are a representative of the United States. Let's try to understand this culturally. The French like their food fresher than Americans. A slug wouldn't stand a chance in American lettuce. Mmmm, fresh salad. So don't freak out. DON'T FREAK OUT! The really stupid part is, I didn't freak out at all. I just covered him with a piece of lettuce and kept eating. Then when he crawled out from under that piece, I put another one on top of him, all the while trying not to gag or bring any attention to myself or my salad.
Worst. Salad. Ever.
Order now! For me!
Amélie will be released on DVD July 16th.
Why would you do that?
Least appetizing menu item I've ever heard of:
Mess of Smelt
Blogger is being a poopety
Usually when one's down, the other is down. But right now since Blogger is not letting me edit my page, I am using BloggerBot. Just a hint.
*burp* I'm full
I got ten hours of sleep last night. Unfortunately, I didn't get anything else done.
Run or walk? Walk. Or have someone carry me. Heh heh.
Thistle or dandelions? Thistle because it's tastily Scottish. And because of previous thoughts on dandelions.
Birds singing or crickets chirping? There's something impatient about crickets and happy about birds, so we'll go with the birdies.
Allergies or none? Am I being given a choice? Hmmmm, I prefer none, thanks. Ha ha, I am hilarious. I have none that I know of.
A, B, C or 1, 2, 3? Sounds like a veiled Humanities vs. Sciences question. A, B, C.
"Easy as pie" or "simple as cake"? To quote myself, "It's always time for pie!"
Trampoline or swimming pool? Trampoline. I don't like bathing suits.
Nickel or penny? Pennies are prettier, but nickels are worth more. Duh.
Basketball or baseball? Gouging my eyes out. Hockey. Soccer. American football. I suppose I'll go with basketball, but it doesn't mean I like it.
Sliding doors or French doors? The names make it so difficult. I like Sliding Doors, but the other one has French in the name. I guess I'll go with French because you can open them very dramatically/romantically and opening sliding doors usually involves a lot of tugging and grunting. Maybe it's just me.
Rien d'Importance is back online, but due to some harassment Katie was getting, the journal is members-only. So if you want to read, you'll have to register.
Be sure to check out her Wednesday Whimsy tomorrow!
Anyway, Katie, it's nice to see you again! Here's some Ewan to welcome you back.
(Insert your own light-saber joke here.)
Krista and I talked about sharing Baldwin recipes... Yesterday I had a sandwich based on something Roommate, Stephanie and I used to do freshman year. It was toast (although when the three of us did it, it was sub buns) with mayonnaise, mozzarella cheese, mushrooms and green pepper between the slices. Nothing fancy, but rather tasty. It's good with black olives too, but the likelihood of finding both mushrooms and olives in Baldwin is low.
46 days.
I prided myself on never watching Survivor or any such "reality" series and never giving in to popular American culture. Then I went to France and along came "Loft Story". It was the French version of Big Brother, with a twist that the last male and female who remained in the house had to live there together for a month. The contestants were young and beautiful. When the show first started out, Sophie and I were addicted and would watch all of the updates. Our interest waned after a while, but I have to admit that I was once sucked into the realm of reality TV.
But I've still never seen Survivor, so there.
The main reason for this being my memory today is so that I can upload and offer to you, in mp3 form, one of the worst songs ever made. It was created after Loft Story was over and consists of the "lofteurs" singing about life in the loft. They are clearly not professional singers, but they didn't have great material to work with, either. So all in all, it's a disaster. It's here for a limited time only, so download it now and have a listen.
(I don't know what that means, but all of the other bloggers say it and I want to be one of the Cool Kids too...)
Krista made me a button! Now I'm cool! Bow down and link to me!
Get a life and get to work
I'm happy to be any Weasley
Chewy, crunchy Peeps are good, but there are limits. Our recommendation: leave the box open for about a week, but eat them quickly afterwards. Otherwise, you never know what will happen. They may begin dancing, attacking each other, going places they oughtn't, staging elaborate theatrical performances, boiling in oil, or offering sexual favors.
Or they may just become inedible.
[some links via Luxomatic]
Whiner
I haven't gotten any search engine hits recently. Boooooooo.
Porn porn porn Britney Spears.
47 days.
I was working on a project for my Film class alone in my professor's office my freshman year and it went sort of late into the night. Stephanie and Sarah got rather concerned and sent Campus Safety looking for me. Apparently I didn't make enough noise in the room, because Campus Safety passed right by and reported back to them that I wasn't there. Which set of another round of worrying. I don't know what they would have done if I hadn't called home.
By the way, it is very creepy to be all alone in an academic building during the wee hours of the morning, in case you were wondering. Especially with what you don't know are Campus Safety officers making noises outside the door.
Happy Birthday!
The John Hannah Appreciation Club is three years old today. Which means that my JH site is about the same age as well.
Wow, three years.
PromoGuy's Monday Mission
1. As a child, did you ever wish you had a different name, maybe a name
you wish your parents had chosen? To what would change it if you could?
I don't know that I've ever been fully satisfied with my name. I always
wanted to come up with something, but I never liked any other girls' names,
either. 2. What skill have you been wanting to learn but have just kept putting off? I don't know how to use PhotoShop.
3. Are there there any regional foods you love but just can't get where
you are living now? (burger chain, ice cream shop, etc. that was in your
hometown but has no locations where you are today) Ever since Roommate
and I were discussing them, I've been wanting one of those sandwiches that
comes in a triangular plastic box, then you peel the plastic sheet off the
top to get to the sandwich. 4. What recreational activity would you take up if you had the time and/or money? Recreation? What's that? Does travel count?
5. What's the biggest lie you've ever told? Has anybody ever found out? I dunno.
6. What was your favorite Saturday morning cartoon when you were growing up? It's not a cartoon, but I remember watching Pee-Wee's Playhouse...
7. Let's say one of your relatives slipped you a $100 bill, to help you
out for the month. Your significant other didn't see it, would you tell them
or keep it to yourself? I think I would tell him...
BONUS: Whatever happened to Saturday night? I dunno. I haven't seen it. Maybe you sat on it.
Grrr. I'm still awake. As soon as I decided it was time to go to
bed, I stopped being tired. Ain't that always the way? Don't worry, I promise
you I'll hate myself in the morning.
Ghelweewroisaf;lvxcoier Oh pardon, falling face-first onto the keyboard
again. I'm done with the review. I hope. I hope I don't read it in the
morning and kick myself and want to start all over again. Oh dear, I have
to present on it. That's okay. You'll do fine, srah. Even though you're
not really clear on what you're supposed to say in the presentation. Yargh.
Bye bye. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Want to go to sleep... must write book review...
Who ya gonna call? Roommate, Patito and I were talking about ghosts
and how we think the President's Guest House is haunted. I'm not usually
scared of ghosts, but somehow it got to me. I was just fine as I was walking
over here, to the library, because I was thinking "You never hear about ghosts
haunting outdoors, so I'll be safe outdoors." Then I started thinking about
the English moors and I got scared. I was afraid to look up and see light
in windows where there shouldn't be any, to see people floating across the
Quad or faces in dark windows. Now I'm going to have to walk back. Is it
too dumb to ask Campus Safety to walk me across the Quad? Probably.
One last thing before I go. If you have the soundtrack to Moulin Rouge handy, listen to "Your Song" (track 6, I believe). I swear the opera-guy in the background says "Eggnog for all" the first time he enters.
Listen to it and tell me I'm wrong.
48 days.
Over Thanksgiving weekend last year, Jillian, Erin and their friend Stephanie came from Venice to visit me in Grenoble and go up to Paris. The whole Grenoble-finding-a-place-to-stay-during-a-Socialist-convention story is one for another time. But when we went to Paris, we stayed in a hostel. The desk clerk's name was Frédéric. Actually, it wasn't. It could have been, but we never asked. We just made it up.
The guy ahead of us in line was very annoying and didn't pay any attention to what Frédéric was saying. We smiled knowingly at him and waited patiently. Then he serviced served us. We had to give him our names and dates of birth and such. The dates gave the Venetians a chance to practice their newly-learned French numbers, which seemed to impress and amuse Frédéric. He pointed out that he and Jillian were born on the same day - 17 March 1980.
On the elevator, on the way up to our room, we fought over who was going to win him and I announced that I was, due to my superior French-language skills. Of course, Jillian had the whole soul-mates thing going on. By the time we came down, almost brave enough to ask him to come to dinner with us, he was gone. Sigh.
("How did I get into this nutshell?")
Sixteen Candles - rather entertaining, Molly Ringwald is v. bad actress
Plan 9 From Outer Space - the worst movie ever made, therefore one of the best movies ever made
Naked Gun 33 1/3 - hee hee
Domestic Disturbance or some such band-name (sorry, Domestic Problems) - was listening with half an ear while playing pool. The singer was once an Albion Little Sib.
The Waterboy - I dunno, Becky wanted to watch it. Adam Sandler is less offensive than I remembered. Maybe I'm immune. Little girls are the devil.
The Matthew Shepard Story - Alex and I were allowed to watch this during Waterboy commercials. Thank you, your highness.
Tamara Bedricky - had a raspberry hot chocolate at the Coffee House and was one of the few who recognized some of her songs (that's what happens when you live with Roommate). She is now somewhere in the I-House, getting drunk. Want to meet a drunken rock star? Not particularly.
Saturday Night Live - see below
Good that we participated in a lot of Little Sibs activities. Harrumph.
Note to local car dealership When making a cheapo local car dealership
commercial, it is important to tone down the hickish Michigan accent at least
enough to prevent the viewer from hearing the word "finance" as "fine-ass".
Otherwise, hilarity will ensue. It will, however, ensure that said viewer,
who taped the commercial because Ian McKellen was hosting Saturday Night
Live, will rewind to watch it over and over again. We're still not going
to buy a car from you, but we'll probably remember you.
49 days.
Sophomore year, while studying for a Europe Since 1500 test, Bob and I got distracted and started talking about How Much Andie McDowell Sucks (a lot), and began explaining European history as the whims of the Magic Power Elves, who decide to lend their support to one country or another, and that is why a country is more powerful than others at any given time. It went on and on from there... I seem to remember the Magic Power Elves liked tea.
If things do not belong to you, don't take them. Don't use them. They don't belong to you.
Weird towels on the rack, blonde hairs in Roommate's hairbrush, and lipstick on my towel. These are all out of place. Stop it.
So much for competitive srah
I have to write an essay for that award??!
Ha ha. Anyway, we did well but didn't win, but we still had a lot of fun. Amazing, I know. And it wasn't another stinking DG who won (no offense to my enormous one-person DG audience), so that's always a good thing.
Why do the Spanish and German departments have essay-writing contests for their end-of-the-year prize and French has poetry reading? First of all, poetry sucks. Second of all, I'd much rather write something than stand up and read something.
But I might enter anyway. I'm having this voraciously competitive streak right now. I entered the Off-Campus Photo contest (money money money). I want to apply for a Lux Fiat award (looks good on applications). I'll enter this stupid poetry award thing (might look good on applications). I'll play at the game show tonight (money money money). AND I WILL DOMINATE. I WILL WHUP SOME BEHIND. (power power power)
This mood will probably go away once I lose tonight and realize I have to write an essay for the Lux Fiat thing.
Maybe if I make a little money this summer I'll shell some out and get my own domain and upgrade to BloggerPro. Including the price of the John Hannah site, that'll probably get me up to at least $25 a month. Yow. Of course, I'm the girl who doesn't like to spend $50 on pants, so maybe I'm just cheap.
Ah, the expenses of being an adult. I suppose I'll have to wait until I get to France, make sure I can survive, and then worry about luxuries like webbiness. Plus, I need to find out what happens to my space on the Albion server after graduation.
Never mind me, I'm thinking out loud.
Random Blog Quotes has moved.
What is this and what am I doing here? I feel sort of guilty about
correcting an Umbrella-member tour guide on what Umbrella Group is, but if
I don't correct her, then what kind of Umbrella member am I? Or something
like that. She walked by the door to the Umbrella Office and said it was
a group for the religious groups on campus. I consider it a group assembling
the underrepresented student groups. This includes
some religious groups, but saying that Umbrella is for religious groups,
one would believe that it included things like Campus Crusade for Christ
(is it just me, or is that a scary name?) and Fellowship of Christian Athletes
or one of the other seventeen billion Christian groups on campus. You would
think that she would have caught on, at one of our weekly Umbrella meetings,
that Umbrella was not a group for religious organizations. I feel sort of
bad for correcting her in front of her tour, especially when she's an Umbrella
member and all, but I won't stand for misinformation. srah, a one-woman
force against misinformation.
My world is off-kilter Do you see what is wrong with the Friday Five?
I just realized it. What am I doing this weekend? Why, thank you for asking.
It is Little Siblings Weekend, so my Little Sibling (who is not so little
and would be able to invite her own guest to Little Sibs weekend next year
if she wanted) is coming. We are going to do fun fun activities and... oh
yeah, homework. Lots of homework. Someone has a book review due on Monday
and needs to get her rear in gear. Then Sunday night I'm having dinner
at Olive Garden in honor of Jillian's birthday. It's also la fiesta de San Patricio or some such attempt at speaking Spanish, so I'm sure El Patito (Alex Patricio) will expect to be fiesta-ed. Dear me.
It struck me during Computer Science class that I had not done this when I woke up this morning. I was going to do it on Grenoble, but the Friday Five inspires me to do it on another topic...
50 days.
Freshman year, Dively came to Ann Arbor to visit me over Spring Break. We planned to go out and spend the whole day exploring Ann Arbor. Well, we didn't quite manage that. Jen did spend the whole day in Ann Arbor, but not quite as planned. She was playing with the devil dog Howie when something freaked him out and he either bit or scratched her right across the nose. I didn't realize what had happened until she started dripping blood. We got a wet washcloth, drove to the hospital (the only time I ever remember being in the Emergency section of a hospital), and spent the rest of the day stitching. Well, neither of us was stitching, obviously. They have professionals for that. Her nose is quite lovely now and has healed well enough that you can only see the scar if you know what you're looking for. But every time he sees her, Howie remembers that day and growls at her. Eeeeeeeevil.
It is posted, after all.
1. What's your favorite animal? Rabbits, I suppose. Other animals are very entertaining, like llamas and moose and walrii.
2. What pets have you had in your lifetime? Taddy the Westie (West Highland White Terrier) until 1986, Catlin the red cocker spaniel/sheltie mix from 1989 to 1997, and now Howie the devil dog cocker spaniel, who came to replace me when I went away to college.
3. Is there any specific pet that you've wanted but never had? Why? Since Spring Break I've wanted a cat to keep me company while I'm in France.
4. Are you allergic to any animals? Not that I know of.
5. Do you have any 'pet' pet peeves (your pets or others')? Uh... leg humping? Pooping? Vomiting? BITING FRIENDS ON THE NOSE? Pets are gross.
Fiveless
Looks like there's no Friday Five this week, but here's another of Heather's projects to take its place.
The Globe of Blogs
is a database of blogger information. So you can search for a blog from
the same location as you, someone of the same age and sex, or someone with
the same birthday as you. There aren't
too many people in it yet, but if they get a lot more in there, it will be
fun to look for people who have things in common with you. So go join!
When we went to visit my great-uncle in England this summer, he apologized for not having any cereal in the house. We all scratched our heads at that, but it turns out Americans have a reputation for eating cereal all the time. I've had this confirmed by someone else, too.
I think this is from the rushed American way of life rather than any real love for cereal. Or maybe that's just me. We don't want to or feel we can't take the time for anything that involves more work. Personally, if given the choice between cereal and milk or toast, eggs, tomatoes, bacon and tea, I'm going to go for the English breakfast any day.
One of my favorite shows in France was Union Libre, a show where they brought in guests from several countries in the European Union and had them compare the way of life in their countries with fun little games and things. One day they all brought in an example of a traditional breakfast from their country. It was great.
What do you like for breakfast? What do you actually eat for breakfast?
Visit from Grenoble?
Ma petite Sophinette is looking for somewhere to go during her April vacation. Hmmmmmmm!
An old friend My friend Roger and I have known each other for over
five years. He's always taking me places and going on trips with me. He
carries stuff for me all the time and doesn't ask for anything but attention
and a little food in return. I don't appreciate him as much as I should.
Sometimes I take my frustrations out on him and blame him for things that
aren't his fault. And now he's dying and there isn't really anything I can
do for him. (Don't start sending the sympathy cards yet - Roger is a 1987
Honda Civic.) What's your car's name? Why?
Hmmm, delighfully vague like a horoscope
From Kalabarians.com:
Your name of Sarah makes you easy-going and refined, but detracts from your
physical vitality. You desire all the finer things in life--lovely clothes,
home, furniture, and environment. However, procrastination is your worst
enemy, and you find yourself lacking the ambition to make your dreams a reality.
People are inclined to take advantage of your sympathetic, tractable nature.
You naturally attract people with problems who seek your understanding and
advice. You can give good advice although it is unlikely that you would follow
it yourself. You would be most successful in situations where you can use
your skills in diplomacy in handling people, but where you are not under
pressure or required to carry responsibility and make decisions. It is difficult
for you to be individual and make your own decisions, for you lack self-confidence.
Your desire for sweet, rich foods could cause overweight, circulatory problems,
or weakness in the kidneys.
Heard on my latest mix CD
"I don't want somebody to love me, just give me sex whenever I want it..."
"Won't you take me for a walk? I need attention..."
"The recipe for duck à la banana fortunately goes with him to his grave..."
"On the sidewalk, Sunday morning, lies a body oozing life..."
"We were young and full of life and none of us would care to die..."
"The morning found us miles away, with still a million things to say..."
"Kaze ni midareta kami o Yasashiku naderu..."
"I'll be counting up my demons, hoping everything's not lost..."
"If you're fond of sand dunes..."
"I just found out there's no such thing as the real world..."
I don't want to think about what some of these could say about me. Let's not.
Temptation update I gave in to temptation and was disappointed.
Her toe wiggled a little, but there was no violent spasming and waking-up
involved. Darn.
I guess I'm in a short-post mood. At least I'm in a posting mood, which I wasn't at the beginning of the week.
The weather report lied to me. It is sunny and nice again today. Mmmmmmmm. Not as warm as yesterday, but it's the sun that matters. I'm not an outdoors person, but after a long grey winter, I feel a bit like a sunflower, turning my face up and trying to absorb as much sun as possible. Maybe there's a bit of chlorophyll in my veins after all.
The French word for sunflower is tournesol, meaning that it turns itself to follow the sun. The French word for dandelion is pissenlit because apparently (I haven't tested this), if you eat enough of them, they make you wet the bed.
Temptation
Roommate is
sleeping on the couch. Her feet are sticking out from the blanket. I want
to tickle them. But it would be naughty. It would wake her up. But I waaaaaaaant to.
Vague post à la Roommate
That was me knocking on the window.
The Back Porch's Thursday Threesome
Onesome. Morning. What is typical first thing in the morning routine? Climbing out of the top bunk. It's a task, especially when you're really tired.
Twosome. Noon. Ok. Fess up. What do you typically do for lunch? I
go to Baldwin, our cafeteria. Sometimes when I'm grumpy and don't want to
see anyone, I skip and eat junk food here. Bad srah. Threesome. Night. What are the last few things you do most nights before climbing into bed? Usually all of a sudden I decide I can't go on any longer with being awake so I change into PJs and climb into bed.
51 days.
When I was a SOAR leader at the beginning of the year, I was pushing all of my baby chicks from Baldwin to the health center. I held the door for them, then one of them complained that I had shut the door on his invisible tail. Good thing we were going to the health center, then. We spent the trip to the health center discussing whether it would be better to have a tail or the ability to fly. What a weirdo. Who would have thought I'd be dating him now?
BlogSnot
I like to see blogs I know in my BlogSnob ad. Or my own ad while I'm surfing. It makes me feel like we're all a big happy community.
I can smell your brains
Cleo first linked to this and I've been sending it to everyone I know. Alex has been trying to eat my head.
Dumb girlfriend Sometimes I forget that English is not Alex's native
language, and I get impressed by how well he speaks Spanish. Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Hey, lurkers! Who's reading and not blah blahing? I know there are several of you. Come out of the woodwork - we want to see your shining faces.
Anyone who can identify the quote gets a gold star.
I have a gift card to The Gap. I wish I had cash. Having a gift card is so stressful. I've had it since Christmas and haven't spent it yet but Rebeca mentioned The Gap today and that reminded me. So I browsed a bit and stressed myself out where I shouldn't be stressed out. I could spend the entire thing on a pair of jeans, or I could get several shirts. But I already have shirts up the wazoo. I have no pants because shirts are so much cheaper, so I buy piles and piles of shirts and no pants. And no bras either, but you don't want to hear about bra-shopping so I'll spare you.
So this is my dilemma. It seems so ridiculous to spend almost $50 on one pair of pants. Maybe I should ignore the pants altogether and go for the bag or the blazer. But I neeeeeeeeeeed pants, and I don't neeeeeeeeed a bag or a blazer. But I don't want to spend $50 on one pair of pants! Maybe I should save it until they have some cheap pants I like. If that day ever comes.
I wish it was an Old Navy card instead, because I could buy eleven pairs of pants for $9.99. Or something like that.
I'm the worst shopper ever.
Help me! Advice!
Shut the door, we're dressing Or some such refrigerator joke. At
the Fashion Show slash Dinner tonight, they only had ranch and french dressings
on the table. So I had ranch, which I haven't had on a salad in a long time.
It used to be my favorite, then I went through a honey mustard phase. Now
my favorite is real French dressing (not what American dressing companies call
French). They mix up some oil and vinegar and mustard and beat it all together.
Flavor may vary depending on kinds of oil and vinegar and whether you add
anything else. When we had salad with my host family, the dressing was already
mixed in when the salad was tossed. I like that, because it distributes
the dressing evenly. I miss the bread and the salad dressing most of all.
I tried to make it but it kept separating. Very annoying. What's your favorite salad dressing?
An observation that you will not care about When I stand up straight,
I realize how much I stick my butt out when I slouch. I'm too short to slouch.
I understand it in tall people, but there's really no sense in me slouching.
I ought to pay attention to that.
The weather is so nice today. The sun is shining, it's about 55 degrees, people are walking around without coats on, classes are being held outside...
Is it too much to hope that Spring is finally sprung? Sigh. Yes. Clouds and rain and forty degrees for the next 10 days.
When the days are like this, I bask lazily in the sunshine all day long, then get depressed and frustrated in the evening because I didn't get anything done. Sigh.
52 days.
Freshman year, a prospective student named Phil came to stay with Paul Talbot. But he didn't like Paul, so he went wandering down the hall looking for Leah, who he went to high school with. Leah wasn't home, so he found Jillian and immediately latched on. He spent the rest of the weekend following her around. Somehow Lisa and I ended up at a TKE party with him, where he revealed the way he identified the two of us: "You're short and you're Episcopalian." We're still trying to figure out what it means.
Tuesday This-or-That
I'm a few minutes late...
"Blah, blah, blah..." or "yadda, yadda, yadda..."? Obvious?
English or math? English. Or having my hair pulled out.
VHS or DVD? Both, please.
Jeans or pants? Jeans unless I'm feeling dressy.
Art or Music? Am I creating or observing? Probably art either way...?
Near or far? Grover.
Nestle's or Hershey's? Both taste the same to me...
Who was/is the best James Bond: Sean Connery or Piers Brosnan? Becky
will undoubtedly kill me no matter which one I pick, so I'll go with Sean
Connery. ("Ruff? That's the way your mother likes it, Trebek.") Triangle or rectangle? Triangle. I've never thought about it before, but something about the rectangle is bothering me.
Chat or not? Usually not. I'd rather chat than use the phone, but that's not saying much.
"I was having a conversation a couple days ago about how it would be so much easier if people met me in real life through my blog first-- just cut through all the get-to-know-you awkwardness and get to the real work."
I'll try again
It's LY-sher. Get it right. I'm not going to correct everyone who calls on the phone.
Sometimes people manage to mispronounce my
last name. I figure you really have to be making an effort to annoy me to
read "McNitt" and pronounce "McNight", or even better - "McNutt". Is there anything that really bugs you when people pronounce it wrong?
Pronunciation
It's LY-sher. Get it right. I'm not going to correct everyone who calls on the phone.
Is there anything that really bugs you when people pronounc
53 days.
Junior year, I had nowhere to go for my Spring Break. I didn't have any friends who were close enough to travel with. Most of my friends were the European students on a shoestring budget who could travel Europe whenever they wanted, rather than the Americans who were travelling all over the place while they had the opportunity and occasionally coming to class.
So I thought I was going to spend Spring Break alone and friendless, but my host family invited me along on their Spring Break trip and it ended up being an amazing experience. We spent several days at Francoise's brother's house and met all of the cousins, who were all great fun. We went to a party where Sophie and I were bored out of our minds and Denis was drunk out of his. We had a water fight, went for walks and bike rides, had lots and lots of tea, played board games, and generally amused ourselves.
Then for the rest of the break, we went to a former abbey near Dijon, which has been fixed up as a really nice hotel. We were celebrating Easter and BonPapa's 90th birthday. I met all the rest of the family that I hadn't already met, hid Easter eggs, went on a side-trip to Dijon, and had some great food. It was nice to be in such a large family with so many cousins of overlapping ages.
My latest mix CD has the funeral address from Four Weddings and a Funeral directly followed by "Mack the Knife". What a tasteless accident.
1. I love to order a Wendy's "Frosty" and then dip my French Fries into it before I eat them. Do you have any eating habits others might think are odd? I have gone through various stages where sweet & sour sauce, bbq sauce, mayonnaise and now dijon mustard were my fry-toppings of choice. Why don't we ask Alex this question? Everything he eats is odd.
2. What was the worst date you ever went on? Haven't had too many. Um, I don't know. I saw Titanic with Josh. The date wasn't that bad, but it was Titanic... Dates with the Patito have been much better because we were boyfriend and girlfriend before we ever went on a date so it was never awkward like it was with Josh.
3. Who (or what site) inspired you to begin Blogging? I can't remember now. That's pretty pathetic, considering it was only a few months ago. I know that the first one I ever saw was Meg's and I just didn't get why someone would want to put their daily life online. Maybe it was my Roommate.
4. Have you inspired, encourgaed, or begged anyone else to start a Blog? I think I begged or indirectly inspired both Becky and Alex to blog... and look where it got them. I influenced several people to switch to Blogger.
5. Any foods you just will not eat? Raw meat.
6. Describe the worst Birthday party (adult or child's) that you ever attended? I don't remember... it'll probably occur to me next week when I'm doing the Monday Mission again.
7. What was the first music album you ever bought (tape, CD, LP, whichever or all of the above)? Drat. I had this idea for a question and Promo got there first. Now I have to wait for all of my readers to forget this question so I can answer it again. The first tape I bought was Amy Grant's "Heart in Motion" and the first CD was Ace of Base's "The Sign". Stop that giggling.
BONUS: Do you think you're what they say you are? I never know what to do with these bonus questions. I probably am what they say I am. They know everything about me, because of the microchips they've implanted in my head.
I had nothing to do before Break and now it's all dumping on me. I have nothing to say because all I can think about is how I have so much to do and I'm not doing it. Yargh.
I'm going to try to put down one memory from the past four years every day in my Graduation countdown. It's mostly for my own benefit, as none of you are going to know what I'm talking about.
54 days.
One weekend during Freshman year, Dively, Jillian and I stayed up all night long, just for the sake of staying up all night long. When morning came, we danced around on the steps of the chapel in our pyjamas, tried to watch the sun come up (too many buildings) and waited for Baldwin to open for breakfast.
Hoo-rah, Hildy is the devil
take the which one of the trading spaces cast are you? quiz!
[via Christy's Chaos]
Boo I don't think I'm drunk after all. I'm a little disappointed.
I'm going to bed. I got nothing done over Spring Break. Oh draaaaaaaat,
I don't want to go back to classes. Daily Countdown begins tomorrow (oh
joy).
Quack!
I hope that jar wasn't being saved for anything
Question: What is the greatest breakfast food known to man?
Answer: Nutella.
You would never spread chocolate frosting on toast and eat it for breakfast,
would you? Maybe you would. But many wouldn't. And basically, that's what
Nutella is. It's a chocolate hazelnut spread that is tasty at any time of
the day. I usually put it on bread, but I'm sure there are plenty of other great ways to eat it. You may be able to find it in the peanut butter or International areas of your local supermarket.
Plus, it's apparently Kobe Bryant's favorite spread. If that doesn't sell you on it, what will?
1. What makes you homesick? I miss my families - whichever one I am apart from at the moment.
2. Where is "home" for you? Is it where you are living now, or somewhere else (ie: Mom & Dad's house, particular state/city)? I have several homes - I think I consider Ann Arbor, Albion and Grenoble all "home" in some way.
3. What makes it home for you? People? Things? I think it's people and the sense of being comfortable.
4. Where is the furthest you've been from home, miles-wise? I have no idea how many miles it would be, but probably Geneva, Switzerland. I'm not sure what the mileage will be for Chile, but the north-south trip might beat out Switzerland. [Note: I have just looked it up using the link and Ann Arbor-Geneva is 4214 miles to Ann Arbor-Santiago's 5274.]
5. What are your plans for this weekend? Weekend? Oh, is it the weekend? I hadn't noticed. All the days seem the same when one is on Spring Break. I suppose I will be going to the bar (oh joy) with Robin at some point and trying to find time to meet up with JDay. And watching anime with the Patoot.
Hooray
Blogger is back online. I missed you, my dear.
Dictionary.com is very useful. I use it when I'm not completely sure of the meaning or spelling of a word. Then I link to the entry, to punish myself for not being sure by showing the world my ignorance.
Just in case you wondered why I kept doing that.
Motivation Rather than remotivating me to finish the semester, as
it was supposed to, I think this break is getting me used to waking up at
10am and doing nothing for the rest of the day. Uh-oh.
Sorry about the glut of posts. I'm off to have some toast and tea now.
When creating an online quiz... You should play around with the order
of the answers so that people don't go "Number 1, Number 1, Number 1... why
do I always pick the same one?" Just a hint.
What is your meaning of life?
[via how happy felt]
It's always sad to see a blog die. I hope you'll come back again, because I really enjoyed reading your stuff.
Ding dong
Dream I had a lot of dreams last night and all were very different
because I kept waking up, realizing I was on vacation, and going back to
sleep. Ah, Spring Break. The one part I really remember was when I was
staying in a hotel in Grenoble. I went out somewhere and met up with Sophie.
She was going to take me to dinner but I had to stop by the room for something.
So we got into the elevator, but then these juvenile (American) convicts
were brought by in their orange jumpsuits, each held by several police officers.
I was afraid to close the elevator door because I thought they would make
a break for it and jump on the elevator with us. Then their little convoy
stopped in the hallway because packages kept falling off the thing they were
pushing. I was sure they were just stalling and waiting for me to close
the door. I was still waiting for them to continue down the hall when I
woke up. I also had a dream where I was in Chile and Alex lost me while
we were shopping, but I don't remember it as well.
You can dress up like a guinea pig in your Peruvian hat Alex's host
mom, Nancy, went on a trip to Peru and Ecuador. She brought me back a hat.
Isn't that great? Where does the V come from in "Peruvian"? Isn't it
funny how we just pull letters out of the air at random? I know "Peruian"
would sound funny, but why V? Nancy had a lot of great stories to tell
about the trip, like washed-out train tracks, sea-lions that weren't at all
shy of humans and sharks and whales swimming around the boat they were in.
One guy on the trip had guinea pig, which is apparently a Peruvian delicacy.
Also very bony. They sort of take the fur off, cook it, chop off the head,
and serve it to you in three pieces. I'm glad they take the head off. Food
with a head is very disturbing. I had a fish in France that still had everything
attached. Luckily I could just ape they way everyone else was eating it.
If you just plopped a whole fish on my plate, I think I would freak out.
In Louisiana, they serve you crawdads with the heads on, too. You're supposed
to pull the head off, then suck out what's inside it. Ew ew ew ew ew. Have you ever eaten anything with a face?
Yeah, two-man threesome
Would you think less of me if I didn't mail $5 to Hollywood?
Patito and I rented the video of the TNT mini-series The Mists of Avalon,
which is about the Arthurian legend from the point of view of Morgaine (or
Morgan le Fey). I, silent and respectful video-watcher that I am, offered
Launcelot, Guinevere and Arthur $5 if they had a threesome and then they
did! This is wholly unexpected. I'm always offering people in movies $5
to do things, but they never do. So I really don't know how to handle it
when they do. So I'm going to keep my $5 and they will never know. MWAH
HA HA HA HA HA HA! MWAH HA HA HA HA! I'm dumb.
Am I blue? I was out of toothpaste so I went and got some from Alfie's
bathroom. It's Colgate Total Plus Whitening. It is blue and has a really
strange thick, squishy consistency. I do not like blue toothpaste if I can
avoid it. What kind of toothpaste do you like/dislike?
Shower light A freaky weird thing about being home is that there's
so much light in the bathroom. It is not the dark, dank cavern that is our
Albion bathroom. I can actually see things when I am in the shower.
ACK! Someone has set up the keyboard in my house so that whenever
you hit the Tab key, it goes to the next open window. This is really fun
for filling out forms. Hey alliteration. Anyway, yeah. Gripe gripe gripe.
On the other hand, I got to sleep till 11 today.
The Internet disnae love me
Which Rock Chick Are You?
To quote Katie, "Barf, puke, hurl, choke, gag, gasp, sputter. Blech."
Quote me?
The nice lady at Random Blog Quotes
has linked to me but never quoted me. At least not that shows up in the
search. I feel unquotable. Would anyone else like to quote me and make
me feel better? Mwah ha ha.
I hate Yahoo!. They've screwed over the JHAC's archives, lost our photos and filled it with ads.
Computers are hard. Programming is hard. I require much patience and explanation.
Krista's new site design is lovely and I wouldn't even have the faintest idea where to start in terms of designs like that and frames and graphics and such nonsense.
I'm going to go home and hide in a hole, far away from computers. Probably not. I'll probably fire it up and be blogging as soon as I get home. I like blogging. It's something I can do. My blog is always there for me. Yahoo! is not going to screw over my blog. Yes, it may have a funny blue satin background and be rather silly looking, but it's home.
Gah. I want skills. No stress and skills.
Geopoopies
Geocities has decided to start charging for FTP service. Which means no more free Blogging on Geocities. Yahoo! is getting progressively eviler. They are eeeeevil. Like the fru-its of the deviiiiiil.
Hack ack ack Running in the cold hurts my lungs. Or my throat.
Or something. It hurts so much I can't tell where. But my paper's handed
in, so that's all that matters. It's so cold outside. It's so hot in the
room. I hate winter.
Homeward bound, I wish I was (right now)
I'm going home in a few hours. I will have lots of free time to blog, but nothing interesting to blog about. Be prepared.
[Roommate, I ate one of your fruit-roll-ups. I couldn't help it. They were calling to me. Sorry.]
Test your keys
If you are an Albion College student, you may be interested to know that your key can probably get you into another dorm. Sorry, residence hall.
Maybe you already know this. If you don't, you should test every door on
every building on campus. I just thought of it because my I-House key works
in a very inconvenient door in the Patito's residence hall, but I'm hoping
that it will be moved to a closer one when they change the locks after Spring
Break.
Work ethic I greatly admire Jillian. She has a lot to do but she
keeps at it. She also does her homework before the night before it's due.
She asks for help when she needs it. She studies hard. The best thing
about it is that she's contagious. When I work with her, I work like her.
Brava and thank you.
