Monday, December 31, 2007
2007 in Review
Time for the sentimental year in review post. It's kind of funny...I came into 2007 apprehensive because I had read some Chinese zodiac prediction that 2007 would be a bad year for me. Stupid, I know, but I was still nervous. The year turned out to be pretty epic, though not bad overall. Sure bad stuff happened. Bad stuff can't be avoided, really, in any year...And so I present: the highlights of my epic year.
The first big event was the Academic Decathlon state competition, where I got straight 10s from 1 judge in the speech portion and somehow managed the highest math score on the team. Several teammates got stellar scores in some events, including Jack and Audrey's near-perfect speech scores. Of course the best part was realizing how close we'd grown as a team. Through 1000s of pages of semi-useless information, countless study sessions, lots of pretending to study when Mrs. Jay caught us not studying, and the best lunch table ever, my AcDec teammates became my best friends.
In March I walked into a little bike shop that had just been built, searching for a helmet, and met Philip. From there, my triathlon life was changed as I began to ride every Saturday morning and basically got a cycling makeover from the king of style so that I'd no longer be an embarrassment. That chance turned into friendship and a job.
Spring break at the "bay house" aka stormy adventure with my favorite people was super fun. ProGrad style show was another great night. My group looked so good! After one of the practices, however, my car attacked by a crazy man who leapt into the road. I called the police, but I don't know what ever came of the situation...I just know I'm terrified of driving at night now.
Then there were the college visits. Tromping around Texas with various family members in tow, I set out to find my collegiate true love. I had been accepted to UT Plan II honors, Trinity, Rice, and Southwestern. Southwestern asked me back for an interview for a full ride, the culmination of my two years of slave labor to qualify. My interview went super well, and I had my hopes up very high...A week later they were crushed, a blow that almost made me act like a huge baby and turn down SU. In the end, after months of agony, I decided 5 days short of the deadline to go to SU, in large part due to my desire to run for Coach Smith and because the school felt more right than all of the others. My dad was not at all pleased, and a lot of people asked incredulously, "You turned down Rice?????!?" Yes, I did. And I'm so glad!
In the spring, I received several honors...words can't describe how grateful I am. Scholarships from Memorial Hermann, The Optimist Club, AcDec, and English Honor Society were huge blessings. At school I received English student of the year, Most Driven, Most Likely to Succeed, and Miss Elkins HS. The last 3, and in particular the last one, were big surprises that I will treasure forever.
Prom, of course! Getting my dress was an agonizing experience. My mom dislocated her finger in the store due to poor design and lighting, thus prompting us to buy a dress far too quickly that did not fit properly (i.e. allow me to breathe) and months of litigation. The big day involved my best friends, my date being one of them. When the stretch Hummer limo arrived, I was a bit astounded, but I decided to be a trooper and not freak out. Dinner at Churrascos was divine, and the dance was made perfect by Erin and Arthur, who I am SO GLAD I actually did a successful matchmaking job with. There was one little detail I'd rather forget about dancing with the valedictorian and mortifying the principals, but it's worth mentioning...The beach house after party was also a blast. 3 am marshmallows on the beach I will never forget. :)
Graduation was a surreal experience. To walk out 7th in my class of 500 into the Toyota Center was overwhelming. (So was standing for an hour while the other 493 filed in.) I'm pretty sure my principal cried when she handed me my diploma and gave me this ridiculously big hug. After the ceremony, we were unceremoniously herded out to the parking lot in the looming storm clouds. In that moment, I felt like I had been kicked into the "real world."
Immediately after graduating I flew to DC for T4T, which ended up being a lot more about my urban education than learning how to be a sprog trainer. "Dammnnn, them veggie eaters is HOT!"
All summer I nannied two 1 year olds, an autistic 5 year old, and at times a newborn. I also was a swim coach and swim lessons teacher. Mike's visit to Texas was a huge bright spot of the summer. And getting our puppy, Stella! In July I drove out to Louisiana (no AC, worst car ride ever) for a week in the woods with my favorite life changing people. Being a trainer was hard work, and I almost lost all my limbs to mosquitoes, but everything is worth it for sprog! Simulation day was the bomb as Gupta. After a beautiful week of floating down rivers, teaching the most important knowledge I hold, and sharing everything with amazing people, I went with the trainers to New Orleans. I hadn't been there since the hurricane, and it was still such a mess. So sad...I also learned when I was on Bourbon St that my favorite swim lessons family had been in a near-fatal car accident. Some miracle kept them all alive, though very injured.
Leaving for college was a dramatic experience. I think I spent so much of the summer freaking out that I wasn't even that homesick once it happened...Pirate training was a good time occupier to avoid angst. About two weeks in, though, the summer camp feeling wore off. I held up significantly better than expected, however. My roommate situation was less than optimal due to polar opposite lifestyles, but I learned to sleep through noise.
Going to college, I quit team swimming, a part of me for 12 years, and became a runner. Cross country was the definite focal point of my 1st semester. Only my 2nd season of xc, it went remarkably well. I held the #5 spot despite losing my training partner to an injury. I'm not sure what I would have done without xc as my sanity. The highlight of the season was a PR at conference by over a minute, on home turf. I didn't do as well at freezing cold regionals in VA, but the trip was still a really good experience.
A poorly timed 2 month relationship also occurred in there somewhere. Definitely a huge learning and growing experience.
First classes survived (comparative politics, intro to hinduism, intro to anthropology, fys, orchestra/violin, enviro history), as well as first exams. Grades were almost better than high school. That still surprises me, even though people said it would happen.
My trip to Power Shift in Maryland with SEAK on a whim was another one of those growing type experiences. I learned to have faith and to be resourceful, and saw how deep my friendship is. Plus I got to do this super stellar panel with the DC rep and was in the presence of the great Nancy Pelosi, along with 6000 incredibly inspiring activists.
December brought some changes and sad news. First, I got a new roommate and am very happy with that situation. You also learn who your friends are when moving your stuff in the rain to the 3rd floor of another building. As far as sad...after a year of searching for an answer, we learned that my sister has rheumatoid arthritis at the age of 16, and on Christmas Eve learned that her heart has syncope. She's on a lot of medicine now and is doing better, but it is still a precarious situation. Being home with my family for a month has been a huge blessing, though.
2007 was full of big changes and big discoveries. I started the year a kid and wound up somewhere in limbo between childhood and adulthood. Here's to a 2008 full of new experiences and tons of fun!
Friday, December 28, 2007
If ever I believed in God, I believed tonight.
Tonight was actually one of the best times I have ever had. I was supposed to have a night with girl friends, but it fizzled out...At the last minute, my dad told me he had 2 tickets to a concert, so I asked to leave work early, called up my very good friend Jack, and we went out to Verizon. We were the only people there under 30, but you know what? It was so much fun. I still have no idea who Joe Ely is, but he sure sings good songs. Watching drunken parents in leather jackets was a huge plus too.
We left the show a little early because we were so hungry and went to Katz's to eat at 11:00. I was pretty un-veggie tonight. Sometimes I get these huge meat cravings and just have to eat an entire meatball sub. It happens. When we were too full and tired of dancing in our booth while watching people eat, we drove back and sang Dixie Chicks on the top of our lungs. Jack spent the entire night talking about this new girl he likes, a state we like to call "twitterpation" (as in Bambi). We listened to sappy songs to honor the feeling.
What was so brilliant about the whole night, though, was the almost cliche perfection it captured. Last week Jack admitted that he liked me, though I didn't reciprocate. We managed to talk about it indirectly by marveling at how things really do happen for a reason. He has now found someone so great for him. And it looks like I have too! As soon as you just let go of forcing things, you find what it is you always wanted.
The even more wonderful thing was the overwhelming sense of being ok with the past that I felt on the drive home. I felt, at least in that moment, so over my first love. For the past year, I've struggled with the loss, but tonight I hit a big milestone. Jack and I even went to the theater where Scott and I saw our first concert, ate at his family's favorite restaurant and the site of our most meaningful photo booth pictures, drove down the major street that runs by his house, and heard a song that he used to play for me. All of this on his 21st birthday. But I was completely ok. No tears, no anger. I was purely happy for the memories and happy for him! We finally pulled up to my house with "God Blessed the Broken Road" blasting on the stereo.
Perfection.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Laws of the Universe
There are some laws of the universe. Some are pretty basic, like: what goes up must come down and your socks will get lost in the abyss of the dryer. Others I am just now learning.
For instance, you can work at a store from, say...12:00-7:00 and not see anyone between 12:30 and 6:50. Invariably a herd of people will crash through the door as you were getting up to lock it, requesting to see three different models of bike for each of their five children. Or they'll do my favorite, "I'd like a bike." Well, good first step. Good thing you're in a bike shop. Then you have to spend ten years attempting to figure out what they want the bike for, ("Oh, you know, riding..."), etc. Then they will ask you for every item you don't have readily available on the floor. By the time you finally rid yourself of them, you must run to lock the door and try not to feel bad that there's someone in the parking lot moseying toward the shop at 7:15.
Another rule is that you can ask your manager all day long for something to do, as you are just sitting there doing nothing, which means checking Facebook every twenty minutes, donating 8000 grains of rice from playing freerice for two hours, and organizing paper clips. Then, at the same time the herd of elephants appears, the manager will say, "Oh yes, I have a thing for you to do and it will suck." Except they don't warn you it will suck, they just tell you to make a list of the prices on 40 pairs of sunglasses. I'm not complaining, really. I have a very chill job. Sometimes I just wish the stampede would come at 3:00 so I'd stop eating pita chips. I'm slightly afraid my eyeballs will fall out from staring at this screen for so many hours.
For instance, you can work at a store from, say...12:00-7:00 and not see anyone between 12:30 and 6:50. Invariably a herd of people will crash through the door as you were getting up to lock it, requesting to see three different models of bike for each of their five children. Or they'll do my favorite, "I'd like a bike." Well, good first step. Good thing you're in a bike shop. Then you have to spend ten years attempting to figure out what they want the bike for, ("Oh, you know, riding..."), etc. Then they will ask you for every item you don't have readily available on the floor. By the time you finally rid yourself of them, you must run to lock the door and try not to feel bad that there's someone in the parking lot moseying toward the shop at 7:15.
Another rule is that you can ask your manager all day long for something to do, as you are just sitting there doing nothing, which means checking Facebook every twenty minutes, donating 8000 grains of rice from playing freerice for two hours, and organizing paper clips. Then, at the same time the herd of elephants appears, the manager will say, "Oh yes, I have a thing for you to do and it will suck." Except they don't warn you it will suck, they just tell you to make a list of the prices on 40 pairs of sunglasses. I'm not complaining, really. I have a very chill job. Sometimes I just wish the stampede would come at 3:00 so I'd stop eating pita chips. I'm slightly afraid my eyeballs will fall out from staring at this screen for so many hours.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Christmas
I love when the "what you want is right under your nose" thing comes true. Don't want to get my hopes up, but there is a lot of potential for one of those under-nose situations right now.
There was something else I was supposed to write about but forgot...
Oh ha. Christmas. Lack of brain function due to getting sick on Christmas Eve! Fantastic timing is just one of my many attributes. We spent xmas eve at my grandparents' house, where we ate sandwiches (very seasonal, non?) and watched some scrumptiously corny Lifetime movie that I absolutely insisted on finishing in my feverish haze. Christmas morning was beautiful, crisp, and full of waffles. (And in my case, a stuffy nose.)
Sentimental maturity moment time! For the first time in my holiday history, I truly was much more excited to give than to receive. Seeing my mom's shocked delight at the long-desired naked goddess statue I traversed the state and took years to find for her was such an awesome moment. I put so much personal effort into the presents this year, partly due to lack of funds but mostly due to that magical thing that happens when you leave home and realize how much you love and miss everyone. My presents were great too, though...I'm pretty excited about my new Sirius radio for my drives to and from school!
Dinner was a comical mix of interests. Ham for my grandpa, brisket for my dad, and Tofurky for the vegetarians. Tofurky, you may wonder, is a potentially edible looking meat substitute loaf with stuffing in the middle. It tastes rather like a fake hot dog. Remarkably appetizing with pineapple glaze. I'll post pictures when available...Probably a food to stock your bomb shelter for nuclear holocaust. Later that night we went to see Juno, a movie I completely reccomend. Juno has that "realness" factor and a lot of humor. Cute, artsy, and offbeat.
Halleluah, I just noticed that my nose feels really clear!
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5:57 edit
I've been sitting behind this counter for 6 hours now...But it's pretty really cool when your boss says, "I'm really dreading when you go back to school."
There was something else I was supposed to write about but forgot...
Oh ha. Christmas. Lack of brain function due to getting sick on Christmas Eve! Fantastic timing is just one of my many attributes. We spent xmas eve at my grandparents' house, where we ate sandwiches (very seasonal, non?) and watched some scrumptiously corny Lifetime movie that I absolutely insisted on finishing in my feverish haze. Christmas morning was beautiful, crisp, and full of waffles. (And in my case, a stuffy nose.)
Sentimental maturity moment time! For the first time in my holiday history, I truly was much more excited to give than to receive. Seeing my mom's shocked delight at the long-desired naked goddess statue I traversed the state and took years to find for her was such an awesome moment. I put so much personal effort into the presents this year, partly due to lack of funds but mostly due to that magical thing that happens when you leave home and realize how much you love and miss everyone. My presents were great too, though...I'm pretty excited about my new Sirius radio for my drives to and from school!
Dinner was a comical mix of interests. Ham for my grandpa, brisket for my dad, and Tofurky for the vegetarians. Tofurky, you may wonder, is a potentially edible looking meat substitute loaf with stuffing in the middle. It tastes rather like a fake hot dog. Remarkably appetizing with pineapple glaze. I'll post pictures when available...Probably a food to stock your bomb shelter for nuclear holocaust. Later that night we went to see Juno, a movie I completely reccomend. Juno has that "realness" factor and a lot of humor. Cute, artsy, and offbeat.
Halleluah, I just noticed that my nose feels really clear!
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5:57 edit
I've been sitting behind this counter for 6 hours now...But it's pretty really cool when your boss says, "I'm really dreading when you go back to school."
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Conscientious conundrum
Time for my periodic reality check. From my conscience to my brain (with love): respect yourself.
I'm also feeling pulled, once again, between the twin forces of awareness and blissful ignorance. Working in retail now forces me to confront it everyday. Product after product comes in a little plastic package- type 4 and therefore not commonly recyclable even if receptacles are available, which they are not- that I have to take off, throw away, forget. Forgetting is the problem. Every little plastic package that I throw away is a personal dilemma and actually kind of physically hurts me. All of the items on shelves that, in all likelihood, will never be bought by anyone, are just a waste.
Now it bugs me when people sit around bemoaning the declining state of society. That's wrong and counterproductive. Every era can be argued as the time when people really lost their morals in some way, and every coming time period is the previous generation's foreseen nightmare. However, I find myself more and more exasperated by the current culmination of just plain ignorance. And by that I don't just mean people who don't realize what is going on, although that is a significant problem, but especially those people who do know who just are too lazy or scared to do anything about it.
I could probably write a manifesto on the subject, but I have to go stock shelves now.
I'm also feeling pulled, once again, between the twin forces of awareness and blissful ignorance. Working in retail now forces me to confront it everyday. Product after product comes in a little plastic package- type 4 and therefore not commonly recyclable even if receptacles are available, which they are not- that I have to take off, throw away, forget. Forgetting is the problem. Every little plastic package that I throw away is a personal dilemma and actually kind of physically hurts me. All of the items on shelves that, in all likelihood, will never be bought by anyone, are just a waste.
Now it bugs me when people sit around bemoaning the declining state of society. That's wrong and counterproductive. Every era can be argued as the time when people really lost their morals in some way, and every coming time period is the previous generation's foreseen nightmare. However, I find myself more and more exasperated by the current culmination of just plain ignorance. And by that I don't just mean people who don't realize what is going on, although that is a significant problem, but especially those people who do know who just are too lazy or scared to do anything about it.
I could probably write a manifesto on the subject, but I have to go stock shelves now.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Beware the overly-hyphenated blog entry
In retrospect, I didn't really do all that much today, but it feels like it was eventful. I actually went to spin class for the first time since this summer. Jorge, my greatest cheerleader, was there of course, and Joel with his overly earnest personal trainer attitude and decent arsenal of pump-up hip hop tunes and motown. There is a surprising amount of euphoria packed into the 45 minutes spent going nowhere with an overly joyful, endorphin-hyped (and invariably spandex-clad) personal trainer screaming, "CLAP YOUR HANDS! FEEL THE BURN! PUMP PUMP PUMP PUMP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Endorphins meet psychosis. Then I did a 15 min ab class, on a whim. Once again it consisted of 3 people and a really really bubbly instructor. In between instructions on how to wrench and contort our abdomens, she would giggle and gush about decorating for the holidays, crazy unintelligible movie references, and comments on her sister's small hands.
Work was more mind-numbing than before. Probably because NO ONE worked in the front with me. So basically I spent the day sorting more boxes and organizing all of the pants in the store. (I'm not even kidding...I took them all off the rack and arranged them by brand and size, the way I'd want to shop.) Several not so great customer experiences occurred too and a lot of me being an idiot. Apparently I'm not even good with primitive technology, keys for example. I'm usually so good under pressure...Good thing, though, that I now know the difference between a size 20 and 24 bike.
I don't want to go back to school. What I like best about home is that I can be a hermit in my room, which I can't do at school with all those people around and in my space. Antisocial much?
In the spirit of my list obsession and pensive mood, I present...
Things I Want To Be
1. Trendy but unique-- No thanks to Vogue and Elle and Seventeen for making me feel fashionably inferior. I want to be that girl with the cute, unusual look, but I'm broke and tired.
2. A writer -- Romantic life dream: live in a quaint, vintage cottage in a naturey surrounding with my perfect husband and beautiful children and write witty things while I sip chamomile and look out the window. Yeah, that thing writers who have actually achieved that always write in the endings of their books and magazine articles.
3. 5'10"-- so my mom will stop saying and magazines will stop making me think, "If only you were 10 inches taller, you could be a model..." I really need to stop scouring magazines for this project...I always scoff at the general "girls hate themselves because of unrealistic expectations from the media," but I am now a victim. Stupid stupid stupid.
4. Unforgettably quirky-- but in a good way
5. Loved-- I don't want cop-out rebuffs. Yes, I am loved by the people who count. But you know what I mean.
So in summary, I would like to be Christie Brinkley cut out of a Vogue ad, sitting at a typewriter with an adoring TDH (tall/dark/handsome) hunk. Thanks a lot stereotypical magazine-inspired unrealistic life view.
Too bad I'm supposed to go to law school and take down megacorps for harming the environment. Or something like that. And a certain aspect of my life consists of geometric configurations that end unfortunately lonely.
Wow, Debbie Downer. I'm not actually in a bad mood, I promise. I just can never decide what to do with myself.
Oh yeah, I forgot to add one glorious highlight of the day. I finally, after years of failure, achieved the poof! The most useless hair ever finally bent to my will.
Work was more mind-numbing than before. Probably because NO ONE worked in the front with me. So basically I spent the day sorting more boxes and organizing all of the pants in the store. (I'm not even kidding...I took them all off the rack and arranged them by brand and size, the way I'd want to shop.) Several not so great customer experiences occurred too and a lot of me being an idiot. Apparently I'm not even good with primitive technology, keys for example. I'm usually so good under pressure...Good thing, though, that I now know the difference between a size 20 and 24 bike.
I don't want to go back to school. What I like best about home is that I can be a hermit in my room, which I can't do at school with all those people around and in my space. Antisocial much?
In the spirit of my list obsession and pensive mood, I present...
Things I Want To Be
1. Trendy but unique-- No thanks to Vogue and Elle and Seventeen for making me feel fashionably inferior. I want to be that girl with the cute, unusual look, but I'm broke and tired.
2. A writer -- Romantic life dream: live in a quaint, vintage cottage in a naturey surrounding with my perfect husband and beautiful children and write witty things while I sip chamomile and look out the window. Yeah, that thing writers who have actually achieved that always write in the endings of their books and magazine articles.
3. 5'10"-- so my mom will stop saying and magazines will stop making me think, "If only you were 10 inches taller, you could be a model..." I really need to stop scouring magazines for this project...I always scoff at the general "girls hate themselves because of unrealistic expectations from the media," but I am now a victim. Stupid stupid stupid.
4. Unforgettably quirky-- but in a good way
5. Loved-- I don't want cop-out rebuffs. Yes, I am loved by the people who count. But you know what I mean.
So in summary, I would like to be Christie Brinkley cut out of a Vogue ad, sitting at a typewriter with an adoring TDH (tall/dark/handsome) hunk. Thanks a lot stereotypical magazine-inspired unrealistic life view.
Too bad I'm supposed to go to law school and take down megacorps for harming the environment. Or something like that. And a certain aspect of my life consists of geometric configurations that end unfortunately lonely.
Wow, Debbie Downer. I'm not actually in a bad mood, I promise. I just can never decide what to do with myself.
Oh yeah, I forgot to add one glorious highlight of the day. I finally, after years of failure, achieved the poof! The most useless hair ever finally bent to my will.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Still feel terrible. I actually got so down at one point that I started crying to the dramatic music in Hobby Lobby. There's nothing like a bottle of modge podge and some Muzak to bring out one's emotions...The universe does have a way, though, of reminding me that life can't be approached as intensely as I do all the time.
So there I was in Hobby Lobby, super bummed. Cue Universe. First, my grandpa called me and asked me to go to lunch with him. Then a lady told me to get in front of her in line since I had less items. Then the white van that I felt creepy parking next to turned out to be driven by two very nice ladies. (That last one just sounds dumb, but it was a reminder to me not to judge things.) Whenever things get really overwhelming, the universe always reminds me that it's there. Things happen for a reason. That's a foundation of my spirituality, and I need to remember that.
I also have a half naked statue in my trunk. See? Life is funny.
So there I was in Hobby Lobby, super bummed. Cue Universe. First, my grandpa called me and asked me to go to lunch with him. Then a lady told me to get in front of her in line since I had less items. Then the white van that I felt creepy parking next to turned out to be driven by two very nice ladies. (That last one just sounds dumb, but it was a reminder to me not to judge things.) Whenever things get really overwhelming, the universe always reminds me that it's there. Things happen for a reason. That's a foundation of my spirituality, and I need to remember that.
I also have a half naked statue in my trunk. See? Life is funny.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Ambiguity is kind of exciting, but mostly it just sucks.
In other news, today was my first day of work- and I am exhausted. First I learned to use the cash register and answered the phone 9 billion times. The rest of the day was primarily spent sorting through two giant boxes of merchandise, attempting to match a jumble of labels to the different items. I think I did a pretty darn good job too, so you're welcome to whoever gets to finish that task now that it's super organized. A certain coworker also made me go to Chipotle with them, which felt somewhat like something I shouldn't be doing, but it was ok. Chipotle is good. Back at the shop, this one little girl with face paint totally made my day. She rolled by on a little pink bike and said, "Hello! I'm a kitty! This bike is perfect, my daddy says, because it has training wheels," and talked to me for quite a while. I love kids. :)
Then I got to sit through a band concert at my old high school. Funny how the memories flood back and sometimes don't feel so good. But I somewhat actually missed the school? My principal was ridiculously excited to see me, and gave me such a big hug. My good friend's mom also attacked me with joy and told me I had to go to India with her. A typical day in the life of me...
Now I'm just icing my hip-ish area, which I think I might have strained. So much for my winter running program.
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12:21 am edit:
Thank you, Itunes, for soundtracking my misery. No matter how hard I try to make people happy, I always seem to find a way to hurt them in my earnesty. In fact, the harder I try not to hurt them, the more I usually do.
In other news, today was my first day of work- and I am exhausted. First I learned to use the cash register and answered the phone 9 billion times. The rest of the day was primarily spent sorting through two giant boxes of merchandise, attempting to match a jumble of labels to the different items. I think I did a pretty darn good job too, so you're welcome to whoever gets to finish that task now that it's super organized. A certain coworker also made me go to Chipotle with them, which felt somewhat like something I shouldn't be doing, but it was ok. Chipotle is good. Back at the shop, this one little girl with face paint totally made my day. She rolled by on a little pink bike and said, "Hello! I'm a kitty! This bike is perfect, my daddy says, because it has training wheels," and talked to me for quite a while. I love kids. :)
Then I got to sit through a band concert at my old high school. Funny how the memories flood back and sometimes don't feel so good. But I somewhat actually missed the school? My principal was ridiculously excited to see me, and gave me such a big hug. My good friend's mom also attacked me with joy and told me I had to go to India with her. A typical day in the life of me...
Now I'm just icing my hip-ish area, which I think I might have strained. So much for my winter running program.
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12:21 am edit:
Thank you, Itunes, for soundtracking my misery. No matter how hard I try to make people happy, I always seem to find a way to hurt them in my earnesty. In fact, the harder I try not to hurt them, the more I usually do.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Playing catch-up
Winter break!!!!!!
The room switch was a great success overall. There was concern for a while though! I was sent a list of potential roommates a little over a week ago, but there were very few on there that I knew. So I did what any other college kid would do and facebook stalked them. My search was depressing at first. Highlight: someone listed Ann Coulter and George W. Bush as interests. Yes, interests. I'm sorry, but I can't live with Ann Coulter aka Spawn of Satan. There were several other "very conservatives" that were quickly ix-nayed. I'm open minded, but hypocrisy will abound when it comes to living with certain people.
Finally I found a few potential candidates and one in particular to whom I sent an awkward "hey I think I pick you let's meet" email. (The trick is smiely emoticons and exclamation marks to not allow your awkwardness to blaze through.) She fortunately responded very positively the next day. We had dinner and other than the first few embarrassing moments hit it off rather smashingly. Turns out she lives in Pearland, has a mom who used to stand in front of bulldozers, sleeps at night, likes English and music, and is very athletic. It felt sort of like a blind date, with us interviewing each other over crackly Commons spaghetti. At the end she burst out, "So do I pass your test? Do you want to live with me?"
What a change! Someone who wants me there, who wants me to live with them, who is flexible and not paranoid. She was totally fine with me moving in the next day on hardly any notice at all. And what's more....You really find out who your friends are when you have to move your stuff to the third floor of another building in the pouring rain at night. To those 5 people who offered to do that: you have my absolutely undying gratitude.
So I basically spent 2 days packing/unpacking/packing again to go home. My new room is so much cozier though. It's old, but it has character and a really good vibe. And I got sleep for the two glorious nights I was there! My roommate sleeps! Motion wakes her up, but she's ok with that. She even laughed with me when our curtains didn't fit and we just left them diagonally hanging in the window. Kindness and understanding and a sense of humor, what a concept!
One tiny downside...she's been bff with our suitemate (across the bathroom that has a DOOR!), so it's a little hard for me to break into that dynamic. I don't speak YouTube quite as fluently as they do. But I like them both. Things will be ok!
Had two exams last week...Comp Politics was a biiiiitch to study for all day and was a very thorough test, but I felt very good about it. Anthopology was super easy as expected, and I'm glad I didn't put too much effort into studying. After my tests, I just had a day and a half to organize my room and hang out, since it was storming in Houston. Leah and I wandered around, drinking tea, helping people burn old work, not wearing bras, and other general mischief.
And then I drove home! It was a semi-frazzling affair with my bike flapping in the breeze. I made it home on 6 crackers and a bottle of Gatorade, but make it I did. Didn't get lost a single time, not one. My time at home has generally been spent working out (my grandpa kicks my butt at racquetball and weight lifting), bothering Sugar Cycles people, and running errands. Oh yeah, I have a good suggestion. If you ever need a massage, go to the Relax the Back store and pretend you are interested in buying things while you try out the massage chair for a full 14 minutes. Then tell them you'd like to try something for your scoliosis, and they will invert you!
Golly gosh, this is getting long. I'm behind. And procrastinating! Saturday night I went to see my sister in the court of a quincenera, which was cool for approximately 20 minutes in the middle where we ate and the kids danced. My parents, being white and eager, showed up far too early, so we had to sit there in the bright fluorescent lights of the community center watching them practice for about an hour. I also was one of the only people between 16 and 40 in attendance. But I will say that I looked pretty darn good in my black dress. Good thing all of the boys there were 15 and wouldn't dance with me anyway. The Spanish hokey pokey was my cue to leave. I ended up just going home and sitting there, though, watching tv with my dogs. Wahoo for me and Saturday night.
The last few days have apparently been official compliment Ursula days, though, which is cool. Some lady I don't really know and who was probably a bit tipsy told me last night that she hopes her future hypothetical children are me-- look like me, act like me, do what I do. Today a mechanic told me that I have beautiful eyes. (Which adds on to the getting hit on by the high school aged HEB cashier yesterday over a container of Cool Whip.) So that's pretty cool.
I've gotten most of my grades back, and all is well except for orchestra! ORCHESTRA. I'm not even kidding. That bitch ruined my 4.0. What do I have to do???? I did more than necessary, and she still kicked me in the face. I even made a straight A in Comp Poli! I'm more inspired than ever to quit.
In other news, the fluorescent yellow storage closet from hell (aka my room) is coming along thanks to my grandma. It still looks like a monster vomited my belongings everywhere, but there is marked improvement. I should probably get back to that...At least I have a wonderful view from the 7 foot wide window! (Well, a view of the neighbors' pool and some rooftops, but it's practically Parisian and the sunset is nice.)
The room switch was a great success overall. There was concern for a while though! I was sent a list of potential roommates a little over a week ago, but there were very few on there that I knew. So I did what any other college kid would do and facebook stalked them. My search was depressing at first. Highlight: someone listed Ann Coulter and George W. Bush as interests. Yes, interests. I'm sorry, but I can't live with Ann Coulter aka Spawn of Satan. There were several other "very conservatives" that were quickly ix-nayed. I'm open minded, but hypocrisy will abound when it comes to living with certain people.
Finally I found a few potential candidates and one in particular to whom I sent an awkward "hey I think I pick you let's meet" email. (The trick is smiely emoticons and exclamation marks to not allow your awkwardness to blaze through.) She fortunately responded very positively the next day. We had dinner and other than the first few embarrassing moments hit it off rather smashingly. Turns out she lives in Pearland, has a mom who used to stand in front of bulldozers, sleeps at night, likes English and music, and is very athletic. It felt sort of like a blind date, with us interviewing each other over crackly Commons spaghetti. At the end she burst out, "So do I pass your test? Do you want to live with me?"
What a change! Someone who wants me there, who wants me to live with them, who is flexible and not paranoid. She was totally fine with me moving in the next day on hardly any notice at all. And what's more....You really find out who your friends are when you have to move your stuff to the third floor of another building in the pouring rain at night. To those 5 people who offered to do that: you have my absolutely undying gratitude.
So I basically spent 2 days packing/unpacking/packing again to go home. My new room is so much cozier though. It's old, but it has character and a really good vibe. And I got sleep for the two glorious nights I was there! My roommate sleeps! Motion wakes her up, but she's ok with that. She even laughed with me when our curtains didn't fit and we just left them diagonally hanging in the window. Kindness and understanding and a sense of humor, what a concept!
One tiny downside...she's been bff with our suitemate (across the bathroom that has a DOOR!), so it's a little hard for me to break into that dynamic. I don't speak YouTube quite as fluently as they do. But I like them both. Things will be ok!
Had two exams last week...Comp Politics was a biiiiitch to study for all day and was a very thorough test, but I felt very good about it. Anthopology was super easy as expected, and I'm glad I didn't put too much effort into studying. After my tests, I just had a day and a half to organize my room and hang out, since it was storming in Houston. Leah and I wandered around, drinking tea, helping people burn old work, not wearing bras, and other general mischief.
And then I drove home! It was a semi-frazzling affair with my bike flapping in the breeze. I made it home on 6 crackers and a bottle of Gatorade, but make it I did. Didn't get lost a single time, not one. My time at home has generally been spent working out (my grandpa kicks my butt at racquetball and weight lifting), bothering Sugar Cycles people, and running errands. Oh yeah, I have a good suggestion. If you ever need a massage, go to the Relax the Back store and pretend you are interested in buying things while you try out the massage chair for a full 14 minutes. Then tell them you'd like to try something for your scoliosis, and they will invert you!
Golly gosh, this is getting long. I'm behind. And procrastinating! Saturday night I went to see my sister in the court of a quincenera, which was cool for approximately 20 minutes in the middle where we ate and the kids danced. My parents, being white and eager, showed up far too early, so we had to sit there in the bright fluorescent lights of the community center watching them practice for about an hour. I also was one of the only people between 16 and 40 in attendance. But I will say that I looked pretty darn good in my black dress. Good thing all of the boys there were 15 and wouldn't dance with me anyway. The Spanish hokey pokey was my cue to leave. I ended up just going home and sitting there, though, watching tv with my dogs. Wahoo for me and Saturday night.
The last few days have apparently been official compliment Ursula days, though, which is cool. Some lady I don't really know and who was probably a bit tipsy told me last night that she hopes her future hypothetical children are me-- look like me, act like me, do what I do. Today a mechanic told me that I have beautiful eyes. (Which adds on to the getting hit on by the high school aged HEB cashier yesterday over a container of Cool Whip.) So that's pretty cool.
I've gotten most of my grades back, and all is well except for orchestra! ORCHESTRA. I'm not even kidding. That bitch ruined my 4.0. What do I have to do???? I did more than necessary, and she still kicked me in the face. I even made a straight A in Comp Poli! I'm more inspired than ever to quit.
In other news, the fluorescent yellow storage closet from hell (aka my room) is coming along thanks to my grandma. It still looks like a monster vomited my belongings everywhere, but there is marked improvement. I should probably get back to that...At least I have a wonderful view from the 7 foot wide window! (Well, a view of the neighbors' pool and some rooftops, but it's practically Parisian and the sunset is nice.)
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! My friend forgot to wake up (as usual) and her phone is off (surprise), AND THEN my bike tire went completely flat and I can't fix it. So I gave up and went back to the one thing I always know how to do and no one can fail me at...homework.
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This morning sucks, but last night was an awesome night of discovering Austin. Trail of Lights run was neat, with over 7000 people there! Then I went to Mozart's dessert place, home of exorbitantly priced desserts, for the Tri Delt recruitment event. The best part though was making a getaway in a car with the ADPi's! We ate at Magnolia Cafe, yet another Austin favorite. Thank God for finally getting some decent veggie food. Last stop was Book People to giggle over a certain set of books until they politely kicked us out for closing time. I absolutely adore those 3 girls I went with. It's so nice to finally be really excited over girl friends.
And I think I might have found a new roommate!
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This morning sucks, but last night was an awesome night of discovering Austin. Trail of Lights run was neat, with over 7000 people there! Then I went to Mozart's dessert place, home of exorbitantly priced desserts, for the Tri Delt recruitment event. The best part though was making a getaway in a car with the ADPi's! We ate at Magnolia Cafe, yet another Austin favorite. Thank God for finally getting some decent veggie food. Last stop was Book People to giggle over a certain set of books until they politely kicked us out for closing time. I absolutely adore those 3 girls I went with. It's so nice to finally be really excited over girl friends.
And I think I might have found a new roommate!
Friday, December 7, 2007
For the 50 quardillionth time...HOW DO PEOPLE SPELL MY NAME WRONG AFTER I'VE SIGNED IT IN AN EMAIL, SPELLED CORRECTLY, AND THE ONLY TIME THEY'VE SEEN MY NAME IS ON EMAIL....SPELLED CORRECTLY!!!! ????????? The only answer is that people don't pay attention at freaking all.
In other news, I just stabbed my hand with a fork while trying to eat cheesecake. I think this scenario also notes the kind of mood I'm in.
In other news, I just stabbed my hand with a fork while trying to eat cheesecake. I think this scenario also notes the kind of mood I'm in.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Hillizle and Billizle
I had forgotten how weird my thoughts can be when I swim (and at other times too) until today. After a lovely morning of paper editing in bed, I plunged into the icky coldness of the nat pool and just sort of swam without much of a plan. And then...
Hillary Clinton in a do-rag appeared in my head. She was sitting on a stoop, hunched over, rapping about being "misundahstood." Then Bill, with a demonic smile, popped up every few lines in rhythm. This scenario probably says many things about me.
1. I could potentially be crazy.
2. My imagination is extremely wild.
3. I need to make youtube videos.
4. I am a politics nerd. And I love election time way too much.
I also thought somewhat more mundane thoughts. Like how I want to start an SUUU club!!!!! Because I just keep meeting other Unitarians, and that is very exciting! Also how I won't ever have time ever again if I do all of the things I want to do.
Things to blog about:
- Mind manipulation and horseradish
Last Friday I went to our weekly performance on campus, which this time was a "freak-out artist." Basically he did some mind reading, inanimate object animation, and thought manipulation. It was a little bit really alarming. At first I wasn't very convinced, but after he stated random people's childhood addresses, boyfriend's names, locker combinations while blindfolded. These people were not in on it at all either. And I know that because I was one of them. It was kind of hard to explain but basically he somehow got me to say horseradish, a word he had written down yesterday, simply by telling me to think of a condiment. It sounds dumb, but I think he messed with my mind. I can't explain it. Sorry that is a bad story.
- Musical dilemmas
So latest dilemma...Orchestra hurts my back, makes it so I can't nanny part time next semester, and is not as great as I wish it was. The problem? I'm on scholarship. What I want is to switch to voice lessons, but I'd be losing the scholarship. And there's a small chance I might not feel so great about quitting what I've done since I was 6 years old. (But you can't do the same thing forever just because it's what you've always done, right?) My dad is staunchly against it, my mom just wants me to be happy, I'm the slowest decision maker ever...If I do it next semester, it might be rash, but my back will not stop hurting over that semester. And maybe I can make enough money babysitting to make up for the scholarship? I could wait until sophomore year, when I will be even more busy than now, but I just don't know if I want to wait that long...Ugh. Another uninteresting story.
- Sororities
- Anti-stress
- Names
81713728599
Hillary Clinton in a do-rag appeared in my head. She was sitting on a stoop, hunched over, rapping about being "misundahstood." Then Bill, with a demonic smile, popped up every few lines in rhythm. This scenario probably says many things about me.
1. I could potentially be crazy.
2. My imagination is extremely wild.
3. I need to make youtube videos.
4. I am a politics nerd. And I love election time way too much.
I also thought somewhat more mundane thoughts. Like how I want to start an SUUU club!!!!! Because I just keep meeting other Unitarians, and that is very exciting! Also how I won't ever have time ever again if I do all of the things I want to do.
Things to blog about:
- Mind manipulation and horseradish
Last Friday I went to our weekly performance on campus, which this time was a "freak-out artist." Basically he did some mind reading, inanimate object animation, and thought manipulation. It was a little bit really alarming. At first I wasn't very convinced, but after he stated random people's childhood addresses, boyfriend's names, locker combinations while blindfolded. These people were not in on it at all either. And I know that because I was one of them. It was kind of hard to explain but basically he somehow got me to say horseradish, a word he had written down yesterday, simply by telling me to think of a condiment. It sounds dumb, but I think he messed with my mind. I can't explain it. Sorry that is a bad story.
- Musical dilemmas
So latest dilemma...Orchestra hurts my back, makes it so I can't nanny part time next semester, and is not as great as I wish it was. The problem? I'm on scholarship. What I want is to switch to voice lessons, but I'd be losing the scholarship. And there's a small chance I might not feel so great about quitting what I've done since I was 6 years old. (But you can't do the same thing forever just because it's what you've always done, right?) My dad is staunchly against it, my mom just wants me to be happy, I'm the slowest decision maker ever...If I do it next semester, it might be rash, but my back will not stop hurting over that semester. And maybe I can make enough money babysitting to make up for the scholarship? I could wait until sophomore year, when I will be even more busy than now, but I just don't know if I want to wait that long...Ugh. Another uninteresting story.
- Sororities
- Anti-stress
- Names
81713728599
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Big butts
So on a less serious note...I remembered a good story from Thanksgiving break that I forgot to tell.
My mom wants to put this picture of a naked flying lady with a bicycle on my wall at home. It's actually a nice picture, French and stuff. Anyway, she told my dad to buy the picture, and he did, but it was too small, so she told him to get a bigger one. Just to be a pain in the neck, he bought a big one. A REALLY big one. So when I got home last week, I was greeted by a 4 foot by 6 foot painting featuring a rather prominent giant naked butt. Framed.
I've also been invited to a drag ball. This school is so perfectly ridiculous. Nowhere else would I read 74 pages on Hindu death rites in the same day that I read about fish sex changes and get invited to a drag ball. But speaking of reading, I think my eyes are getting worse. I read 100 pages a day on average!!! And the other day I couldn't even see past 5 feet with my glasses on!
We now have a Christmas tree in our room. Just guess how much it cost!!! My roommate was so proud of herself. It's actually very nice, though it managed to miraculously displace my stuff from its shelf.
My mom wants to put this picture of a naked flying lady with a bicycle on my wall at home. It's actually a nice picture, French and stuff. Anyway, she told my dad to buy the picture, and he did, but it was too small, so she told him to get a bigger one. Just to be a pain in the neck, he bought a big one. A REALLY big one. So when I got home last week, I was greeted by a 4 foot by 6 foot painting featuring a rather prominent giant naked butt. Framed.
I've also been invited to a drag ball. This school is so perfectly ridiculous. Nowhere else would I read 74 pages on Hindu death rites in the same day that I read about fish sex changes and get invited to a drag ball. But speaking of reading, I think my eyes are getting worse. I read 100 pages a day on average!!! And the other day I couldn't even see past 5 feet with my glasses on!
We now have a Christmas tree in our room. Just guess how much it cost!!! My roommate was so proud of herself. It's actually very nice, though it managed to miraculously displace my stuff from its shelf.
I'm discovering that it's possible to be too aware.
Basically to be as sustainable as I'd like to be, I'd have to live in a tent, ride a bike, and subsistence farm a very small patch of land. Maybe I could have a dog. But only if it ate homegrown carrots.
"Understanding that welfare for human beings lies only in their unity, and that unity cannot be attained by violence. Unity can only be reached when each person, not thinking about unity, thinks only about fulfilling the laws of life. Only this supreme law of love, alike for all humans, unifies humanity." --Tolstoy
But what is the cost of sacrifice?
And I'll talk about that more later when I finish reading 9 billion pages.
Basically to be as sustainable as I'd like to be, I'd have to live in a tent, ride a bike, and subsistence farm a very small patch of land. Maybe I could have a dog. But only if it ate homegrown carrots.
"Understanding that welfare for human beings lies only in their unity, and that unity cannot be attained by violence. Unity can only be reached when each person, not thinking about unity, thinks only about fulfilling the laws of life. Only this supreme law of love, alike for all humans, unifies humanity." --Tolstoy
But what is the cost of sacrifice?
And I'll talk about that more later when I finish reading 9 billion pages.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Back to the old getting my secondary education concept....
It's funny how when I left on Tuesday, I got out of here at precisely the time I planned, but when I tried to leave today, I was 45 minutes later than the already late time my mom convinced me to leave at. Silly family. After a whole lot of carrying on about laundry and tire inflation, I finally got on the road, in the pouring, cold rain. I was feeling pretty good, finally got the ipod working, totally going the right way...Had to pee so bad for about 60 miles and stopped in Brenham at a janky looking Exxon. I rushed through the door but stopped still when I was faced with 15 truckers and farmers in a dark bar, all turned to look at me. I just frantically looked around and dashed to the back of the store without a word, busting through the bathroom door. It was a rather nice bathroom, actually, with license plates all over the wall and pictures of cow slaughtering houses. (It's Texas, what can I say...) Hoping not to seem so frantic but also remain unseen, I sideled through the back of the store to pick up some snacks, which were alarmingly cheap, I must note...and ran out the door.
Hit the road again and was doing well...until I missed the dang exit in the same place as last time and had to come screeching to a halt in a vet's parking lot with all my stuff flying around the car. Of course when I turned around I managed to get stuck behind a procession of 3 mobile homes being moved and a long line of agitated college students (denoted by stickers on our cars). Eventually I figured things out and even saw some sunshine. Almost thought I got lost another time but it was a false alarm. Thennnn I got stuck behind an RV for the last 20 miles on what would have been gloriously open road. Foiled again!
I did eventually get to school and froze as I tried to get all my crap inside. Unpacking took over an hour thanks to my mom's laundry packing scheme, so my roommate and I watched Hairspray while I sorted. Which is an alarmingly good movie. Dancing and singing out the door in my furry crocs, I forged through the cold night to eat some mystery morsels for dinner (since lunch had consisted of crackers and iced tea). Upon leaving the salad bar, I ran into none other than....
*Dun dun DUNNNHHHHH*
The ex. In an elf hat. We had pleasant, friendly conversation, mostly about how sad the cafeteria makes us, and I offered to go find a table for him and our friend and me, but....then just as he started rattling off his excuse about going to eat in his friend's apartment, I noticed the styrofoam take out box in his hand and realized I would be eating another lonely dinner. Turned quickly on my heel with a short good bye. Ended up eating "stir fry" then peanut butter with a spoon all alone in a big booth. (Yes, with a spoon, plain.) My Tracey Turnblad-induced euphoria crashed down with me into the cushy plastic seat.
Why is no one back yet???
Dunno what I'd do without Jack though. I've realized how truly awesome my high school friends are.
It's funny how when I left on Tuesday, I got out of here at precisely the time I planned, but when I tried to leave today, I was 45 minutes later than the already late time my mom convinced me to leave at. Silly family. After a whole lot of carrying on about laundry and tire inflation, I finally got on the road, in the pouring, cold rain. I was feeling pretty good, finally got the ipod working, totally going the right way...Had to pee so bad for about 60 miles and stopped in Brenham at a janky looking Exxon. I rushed through the door but stopped still when I was faced with 15 truckers and farmers in a dark bar, all turned to look at me. I just frantically looked around and dashed to the back of the store without a word, busting through the bathroom door. It was a rather nice bathroom, actually, with license plates all over the wall and pictures of cow slaughtering houses. (It's Texas, what can I say...) Hoping not to seem so frantic but also remain unseen, I sideled through the back of the store to pick up some snacks, which were alarmingly cheap, I must note...and ran out the door.
Hit the road again and was doing well...until I missed the dang exit in the same place as last time and had to come screeching to a halt in a vet's parking lot with all my stuff flying around the car. Of course when I turned around I managed to get stuck behind a procession of 3 mobile homes being moved and a long line of agitated college students (denoted by stickers on our cars). Eventually I figured things out and even saw some sunshine. Almost thought I got lost another time but it was a false alarm. Thennnn I got stuck behind an RV for the last 20 miles on what would have been gloriously open road. Foiled again!
I did eventually get to school and froze as I tried to get all my crap inside. Unpacking took over an hour thanks to my mom's laundry packing scheme, so my roommate and I watched Hairspray while I sorted. Which is an alarmingly good movie. Dancing and singing out the door in my furry crocs, I forged through the cold night to eat some mystery morsels for dinner (since lunch had consisted of crackers and iced tea). Upon leaving the salad bar, I ran into none other than....
*Dun dun DUNNNHHHHH*
The ex. In an elf hat. We had pleasant, friendly conversation, mostly about how sad the cafeteria makes us, and I offered to go find a table for him and our friend and me, but....then just as he started rattling off his excuse about going to eat in his friend's apartment, I noticed the styrofoam take out box in his hand and realized I would be eating another lonely dinner. Turned quickly on my heel with a short good bye. Ended up eating "stir fry" then peanut butter with a spoon all alone in a big booth. (Yes, with a spoon, plain.) My Tracey Turnblad-induced euphoria crashed down with me into the cushy plastic seat.
Why is no one back yet???
Dunno what I'd do without Jack though. I've realized how truly awesome my high school friends are.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thanksgiving things
#1 comment made during my week at home: "Oh my gosh, your butt has gotten so much bigger!"
Actually, it's supposed to be a compliment. Even my grandpa said so. Even my swim coach, who always eats Thanksgiving dinner with us, had to make a really obnoxious comment about it. I don't think I've ever had a normal experience with him around anyway.
I only managed to get lost twice on my way home. 36 is a tricky exit in Brenham...So I took the "scenic route" home. I ended up taking the Texas Independence Trail through nowhereseville til I got to Belleville and found 36 again, which is actually the capital of nowhersevilleland. But I made it. I also discovered that there are lots of nice people at gas stations and Goodyears. I just walked in and asked how to go places, and people were super helpful. (The ones that spoke English anyway...Me: Do you sell maps? Lady: Uhh map? No speak English. Me: I don't speak Spanish. Lady #2: Well, you're even then!) First big trip by myself wahoo!
This week reminded me of how insane my family is. Whiney but hilarious. I've also realized that I eat a lot healthier at school than I thought. Preeeetty sure I'm subsisting on beans and rice, spinach, soy milk, and bananas. There is no chocolate to be found at home though for the most part....quite unfortunate. We played Wii last night for a long time. I KO-ed everyone-- sisters, mom, grandma, grandpa-- and only lost to my dad in the last round on a judge's decision. That practically doesn't even count, so basically I won. My arms were so sore! Wii is an amazing workout. Speaking of workouts...hahahaha! Other than Turkey Trot, I blame the weather.
Speaking of Turkey Trot....I hadn't run in a week really due to being sick, so I wasn't expecting much. Ended up doing pretty well though. Caught up to this little 16 year old twit who kept glancing at me. We were chatting a bit and I said I was in college blah blah blah and she says, "I know. We talked last year." And that's when it hit me that she was the girl who came up to me last year to tell me that her dad said she was supposed to run just like me and that she could never keep up with me and that I'm basically her hero. (I love coming back to The Bubble, because weird stuff like that happens and for some reason everyone knows me?) So a year later....she latches on to me, after a while finally being nice instead of elbowing me. The whole time she was saying she was tired and just trying to keep up...and then in the last few yards, because I can't sprint worth crapola, she got me. She got me! My whole race felt good and she couldn't keep up, yet I couldn't find some umph at the end. I actually ended up getting 3rd by a few seconds, since I didn't know another girl was in my age group....Kind of a bummer, but I still got a trophy and ran a 36:00 for 5 miles. Pretty decent for recovering from the flu.
I haven't talked about this yet, but my sister just got diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. She's pretty miserable and can't really write much at school anymore. They put her on super badass medicine that seems to be working though...My mom practically threw a party last night over being able to see her knuckles. So if you pray, please pray for her. If you send good vibes, send them. If you are an activist, support the cause. The quest to free Molly's knuckles! :)
I don't want to go back to school. They sent out an email about a bad roads advisory saying not to go home if you were under it. Except I'm not. Boo on crunch time!
For some reason, as my mom and Molly and I were shopping today, we noticed that about 90 trillion guys were out. Was it official Guys Go Shopping Day? Not complaining, just saying...I bought some super awesome...FURRY CROCS! I'm in luuurve. (Will take picture when back at school.) I also got knock off Sperry Topsiders, some Grasshopper brand nonsense but tres tres comfy. And some sweaters. Since it's cold!
Oh yeah, I am not employed by Sugar Cycles, so look for me next month! Pinkgurugal, I need to talk to you about a very important matter!
Actually, it's supposed to be a compliment. Even my grandpa said so. Even my swim coach, who always eats Thanksgiving dinner with us, had to make a really obnoxious comment about it. I don't think I've ever had a normal experience with him around anyway.
I only managed to get lost twice on my way home. 36 is a tricky exit in Brenham...So I took the "scenic route" home. I ended up taking the Texas Independence Trail through nowhereseville til I got to Belleville and found 36 again, which is actually the capital of nowhersevilleland. But I made it. I also discovered that there are lots of nice people at gas stations and Goodyears. I just walked in and asked how to go places, and people were super helpful. (The ones that spoke English anyway...Me: Do you sell maps? Lady: Uhh map? No speak English. Me: I don't speak Spanish. Lady #2: Well, you're even then!) First big trip by myself wahoo!
This week reminded me of how insane my family is. Whiney but hilarious. I've also realized that I eat a lot healthier at school than I thought. Preeeetty sure I'm subsisting on beans and rice, spinach, soy milk, and bananas. There is no chocolate to be found at home though for the most part....quite unfortunate. We played Wii last night for a long time. I KO-ed everyone-- sisters, mom, grandma, grandpa-- and only lost to my dad in the last round on a judge's decision. That practically doesn't even count, so basically I won. My arms were so sore! Wii is an amazing workout. Speaking of workouts...hahahaha! Other than Turkey Trot, I blame the weather.
Speaking of Turkey Trot....I hadn't run in a week really due to being sick, so I wasn't expecting much. Ended up doing pretty well though. Caught up to this little 16 year old twit who kept glancing at me. We were chatting a bit and I said I was in college blah blah blah and she says, "I know. We talked last year." And that's when it hit me that she was the girl who came up to me last year to tell me that her dad said she was supposed to run just like me and that she could never keep up with me and that I'm basically her hero. (I love coming back to The Bubble, because weird stuff like that happens and for some reason everyone knows me?) So a year later....she latches on to me, after a while finally being nice instead of elbowing me. The whole time she was saying she was tired and just trying to keep up...and then in the last few yards, because I can't sprint worth crapola, she got me. She got me! My whole race felt good and she couldn't keep up, yet I couldn't find some umph at the end. I actually ended up getting 3rd by a few seconds, since I didn't know another girl was in my age group....Kind of a bummer, but I still got a trophy and ran a 36:00 for 5 miles. Pretty decent for recovering from the flu.
I haven't talked about this yet, but my sister just got diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. She's pretty miserable and can't really write much at school anymore. They put her on super badass medicine that seems to be working though...My mom practically threw a party last night over being able to see her knuckles. So if you pray, please pray for her. If you send good vibes, send them. If you are an activist, support the cause. The quest to free Molly's knuckles! :)
I don't want to go back to school. They sent out an email about a bad roads advisory saying not to go home if you were under it. Except I'm not. Boo on crunch time!
For some reason, as my mom and Molly and I were shopping today, we noticed that about 90 trillion guys were out. Was it official Guys Go Shopping Day? Not complaining, just saying...I bought some super awesome...FURRY CROCS! I'm in luuurve. (Will take picture when back at school.) I also got knock off Sperry Topsiders, some Grasshopper brand nonsense but tres tres comfy. And some sweaters. Since it's cold!
Oh yeah, I am not employed by Sugar Cycles, so look for me next month! Pinkgurugal, I need to talk to you about a very important matter!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Lamey McLameo
I'm about as el lamey lameo as they come. Woke up yesterday at the crack of not dawn for once!! and literally ran across campus, looking like a complete lunatic (to the squirrels, since no one gets up on campus til the crack of afternoon anyway). I made sure to walk very carefully over the evil gravelly train track spot this time and then tried to figure out how to use the acorn shaped door jingley thing on the Mr. and Mrs. Babysitting Clients at White House (henceforth known as BCWH) door. I guess plans changed, because it was just Mr. BCWH who needed to work and his wife was in Florida...and the baby was asleep. So it was just me and a precocious 3 year old boy sword fighting and eating grapes. The baby eventually woke up and snotted all over me for a while, but it was an otherwise thoroughly enjoyable morning/ $20.
The rest of the afternoon slipped away as I talked to Ben about some financial issues (stupid internet not trustworthy to document that life hurdle) and then did a super dumb workout at the gym. Venturing out into the dark, rainy night I went to babysitting at the purple house. I was greeted at the door by a quite naked 6 year old autistic boy, his equally naked 3 year old sister, and their barely robed mother. That job was pretty much spent raiding the pantry, watching princess movies, and chasing the boy around making sure he kept his pullups on. The girl was determined to convince me that she was supposed to have Coke, popsicles, and peanut butter cups and was going to have her way if it took a screaming fit. Toooo bad for her! Both kids were actually relatively easy to get to bed, which allowed for a good amount of time for me to do homework while jumping at old house creaky noises. A note on the house: it is so old, there is only 1 bathroom and no shower that I could see. The best part about the whole night was the quite pleasant, probably tipsy, return of the parents with a nice wad of cash-- $75!!!
$95 in one day. That is what I make in 2 weeks at school. My new official backup plan is to be a professional babysitter.
I ended my day of being an independent, moneymakin woman by...doing more homework. I'm the only person I know who was reading a book on environmental justice litigation at midnight on a Saturday (in bed at least).
This morning I woke up and ran with PiC for a little bit, which felt great until a few hours later, after brunch with unexpected awkward guests, when I suddenly could barely move my body. I was so physically weak and exhausted. I can't remember ever feeling that thoroughly unable to move myself to do the simplest things. After a full night of sleep and a light workout, even. After a week, the flu doesn't seem to have left me.
I'm pretty proud of myself, though, because I managed to push through that feeling to wash the dishes, go to work, read my whole book and anthro articles, and write 1/3 of my huge final paper. Excellent work, self.
Oh yes, I almost forgot...I've been having very vivid dreams lately. The other night I dreamt that people were turning into zombies, and a very blue eyed one named Wendy informed me that if I lost the game, I'd die. The game had something to do with Christianity, but I'm not sure what exactly. Last night I actually had a nightmare like I used to have all the time in elementary school about loved ones dying. It started out alright, just hanging out with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend...then for some reason my dad was intent on breaking the sound barrier in a car. Whatever the exact details were on the rest of it, I just know it was a terrible dream and I frantically tried to get out of it. I almost couldn't sleep the rest of the night, but I guess my power over my mind is better than I give it credit for, because I'm always able to control leaving a dream right when the really bad part is about to happen. My mom thinks my allergy medicine is messing with my dreams, but I don't know. I think some of it makes sense with what my brain has to work out.
Jiminy cricket, my computer makes terrible noises when running a CD....The entire thing is rumbling, and I think that's probably a bad thing. Why me, God? Why do electronics hate me?
I swear swear swear that I will write days 3 and 4 of Power Shift very soon, over the break.
The rest of the afternoon slipped away as I talked to Ben about some financial issues (stupid internet not trustworthy to document that life hurdle) and then did a super dumb workout at the gym. Venturing out into the dark, rainy night I went to babysitting at the purple house. I was greeted at the door by a quite naked 6 year old autistic boy, his equally naked 3 year old sister, and their barely robed mother. That job was pretty much spent raiding the pantry, watching princess movies, and chasing the boy around making sure he kept his pullups on. The girl was determined to convince me that she was supposed to have Coke, popsicles, and peanut butter cups and was going to have her way if it took a screaming fit. Toooo bad for her! Both kids were actually relatively easy to get to bed, which allowed for a good amount of time for me to do homework while jumping at old house creaky noises. A note on the house: it is so old, there is only 1 bathroom and no shower that I could see. The best part about the whole night was the quite pleasant, probably tipsy, return of the parents with a nice wad of cash-- $75!!!
$95 in one day. That is what I make in 2 weeks at school. My new official backup plan is to be a professional babysitter.
I ended my day of being an independent, moneymakin woman by...doing more homework. I'm the only person I know who was reading a book on environmental justice litigation at midnight on a Saturday (in bed at least).
This morning I woke up and ran with PiC for a little bit, which felt great until a few hours later, after brunch with unexpected awkward guests, when I suddenly could barely move my body. I was so physically weak and exhausted. I can't remember ever feeling that thoroughly unable to move myself to do the simplest things. After a full night of sleep and a light workout, even. After a week, the flu doesn't seem to have left me.
I'm pretty proud of myself, though, because I managed to push through that feeling to wash the dishes, go to work, read my whole book and anthro articles, and write 1/3 of my huge final paper. Excellent work, self.
Oh yes, I almost forgot...I've been having very vivid dreams lately. The other night I dreamt that people were turning into zombies, and a very blue eyed one named Wendy informed me that if I lost the game, I'd die. The game had something to do with Christianity, but I'm not sure what exactly. Last night I actually had a nightmare like I used to have all the time in elementary school about loved ones dying. It started out alright, just hanging out with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend...then for some reason my dad was intent on breaking the sound barrier in a car. Whatever the exact details were on the rest of it, I just know it was a terrible dream and I frantically tried to get out of it. I almost couldn't sleep the rest of the night, but I guess my power over my mind is better than I give it credit for, because I'm always able to control leaving a dream right when the really bad part is about to happen. My mom thinks my allergy medicine is messing with my dreams, but I don't know. I think some of it makes sense with what my brain has to work out.
Jiminy cricket, my computer makes terrible noises when running a CD....The entire thing is rumbling, and I think that's probably a bad thing. Why me, God? Why do electronics hate me?
I swear swear swear that I will write days 3 and 4 of Power Shift very soon, over the break.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Adventures with Excitable Red Sweater Boy
As I was walking back from a perfunctory violin practicing session, a very excited blonde guy in a red sweater leapt at me, saying, "Do you know where the new auditorium is? I'm on a tour here and want to see it!" (Except imagine that all as 1 word.) I about-faced and took him back through the building, all the while listening to his chatter about being a sophomore at St. Ed's, wanting a change of scenery, how SU looked like New York (??), how he was in business classes, asking me tons of questions. He had that business guy affectation of using your name over and over again. "So, Ursula," *smooth grin* "I think that's a violin, judging by the case, or a small guitar hahahah." "Well, thanks, Ursula, I know you're busy." Etc.
I finally managed to extract myself from him while he sprinted off to look at the metal work exhibit (inciting oohs and exclamations of beauty from him) and further puruse the building that I'm not entirely sure he actually would have a purpose in. He doesn't actually do anything related to fine arts, at least as far as I could extract from him.
But anyway, other than being holed up in the library for hours, attempting to work on the enormous research paper I've put off all semester (not at all by my volition but rather by the constraints of all 500 bil hours of other hw that were more urgent), tonight was Thanksgiving dinner night in the cafeteria. Best pecan pie. Ever. I can't WAIT for next Tuesday.
I finally managed to extract myself from him while he sprinted off to look at the metal work exhibit (inciting oohs and exclamations of beauty from him) and further puruse the building that I'm not entirely sure he actually would have a purpose in. He doesn't actually do anything related to fine arts, at least as far as I could extract from him.
But anyway, other than being holed up in the library for hours, attempting to work on the enormous research paper I've put off all semester (not at all by my volition but rather by the constraints of all 500 bil hours of other hw that were more urgent), tonight was Thanksgiving dinner night in the cafeteria. Best pecan pie. Ever. I can't WAIT for next Tuesday.
Ethnography cont
Day 2 of Barber Shop Research:
Despite our best intentions of going in with a plan, we still managed to be really awkward upon entering the shop. It's sort of like stepping back in time when you open the door...You're immediately confronted with a solid row of mostly middle aged to elderly men in a long and narrow room replete with 1961 barber chairs. We started with an awkward introduction to the nearest barber, asking if the owner was there. The 3 barbers hardly looked up at us and between the 3 of them managed to piece together that he wasn't there, might be back tomorrow, and they thought it was a death in the family. We asked if we could sit and talk anyway, and they supposed it would be fine. We quickly shuffled to the back of the room, taking the 2 seats (with Lili crouching on the floor), and regrouping ourselves.
Fortunately, the barber near us, the youngest of the 4, was a bit friendlier and more willing to talk. Lili boldly asked him questions about how long he had been there (a year), where he had worked before (another shop in town), and if it was his favorite place to work. We also got that the shop opened in 1988. He supposed it was (since it was a good, convenient place to work.) We also asked his client if he was really happy with how he got his hair cut, and it first he said nothing, but finally he wryly cracked a joke that he wasn't going to say a word with a razor so close to his ears.
After a little while, the tension melted away a bit, and the man next to us got really chatty. He was there with his 4 year old grandson, an adorable boy named Ryan with platinum blonde hair. Ryan refused to talk to us at all, instead hanging his head down the entire time. Bob, his grandpa, however, actually wanted to talk to us. He told us how he had gone there for, I believe, over 10 years, since it's convenient and they do a good job. "We're not like you girls," he said. "We just get a little off the top, that's all we need." Upon my remark that $11 was a really good price for a haircut but seemed like inflation from prices in years past, he said, "My wife pays $75. I told her I got mine for 5." He also talked about how he and his wife had grown up in Temple, that they moved to Pflugerville and then Georgetown, that his kids had gone to Georgetown High School, that Ryan's dad was in Minnesota working on putting together wind turbines. When he wanted to make comments about sports (usually when we had lulled into silence), he almost always directed it to our Ryan, an interesting gender note.
When Bob wanted to ask me a question and I wasn't looking, he would just kind of lightly whack my shoulder. His gaze and demeanor were somewhat unnerving, but that is my own inherent nervousness. He behaved and spoke much like many other 40s generation Texas men I know. Slight accent, saying things such as "golly," "you know what he said, he said..." and that somewhat gruff but friendly body language that most of the men in the shop displayed, moreso an affectation of age than anything.
Another man next to our Ryan was also pretty chatty. His reasoning for going to the shop for 11-13 years (he couldn't remember, but it was after he out of the military) was that it was convenient but also that they were the only shop he knew of that still shaved necks, in particular with a single blade razor. That was a good point for he and Ryan to wax nostalgic on. He also appreciated that they took their time. He was pretty sure that Ken, the oldest barber, had been there "forever," which seemed like a true statement based on the long line of men waiting for him. Bob had pointed out that they take numbers when they walk in the door, no need for appointments, and just wait for their number. Many men, however, would skip their turn in order to wait for a specific barber. Not as many wanted the newest guy.
It was very interesting to watch the almost therapeutic trance the men went into while getting their neck lathered (by warm shaving cream from the electric warmer and dispenser that I remarked on so delightedly, thus prompting a round of exclamations of appreciation by the men) or the back of their heads buzzed. The ambiance was cozy, and it actually seemed like they got used to us being there. I was hoping that would happen, so it was nice. There is a good vibe in the shop, so I can see what keeps the men coming back.
As we walked out, we said we'd see them tomorrow, and they actually very pleasantly said good bye and smiled and seemed perfectly fine with our imminent return.
Despite our best intentions of going in with a plan, we still managed to be really awkward upon entering the shop. It's sort of like stepping back in time when you open the door...You're immediately confronted with a solid row of mostly middle aged to elderly men in a long and narrow room replete with 1961 barber chairs. We started with an awkward introduction to the nearest barber, asking if the owner was there. The 3 barbers hardly looked up at us and between the 3 of them managed to piece together that he wasn't there, might be back tomorrow, and they thought it was a death in the family. We asked if we could sit and talk anyway, and they supposed it would be fine. We quickly shuffled to the back of the room, taking the 2 seats (with Lili crouching on the floor), and regrouping ourselves.
Fortunately, the barber near us, the youngest of the 4, was a bit friendlier and more willing to talk. Lili boldly asked him questions about how long he had been there (a year), where he had worked before (another shop in town), and if it was his favorite place to work. We also got that the shop opened in 1988. He supposed it was (since it was a good, convenient place to work.) We also asked his client if he was really happy with how he got his hair cut, and it first he said nothing, but finally he wryly cracked a joke that he wasn't going to say a word with a razor so close to his ears.
After a little while, the tension melted away a bit, and the man next to us got really chatty. He was there with his 4 year old grandson, an adorable boy named Ryan with platinum blonde hair. Ryan refused to talk to us at all, instead hanging his head down the entire time. Bob, his grandpa, however, actually wanted to talk to us. He told us how he had gone there for, I believe, over 10 years, since it's convenient and they do a good job. "We're not like you girls," he said. "We just get a little off the top, that's all we need." Upon my remark that $11 was a really good price for a haircut but seemed like inflation from prices in years past, he said, "My wife pays $75. I told her I got mine for 5." He also talked about how he and his wife had grown up in Temple, that they moved to Pflugerville and then Georgetown, that his kids had gone to Georgetown High School, that Ryan's dad was in Minnesota working on putting together wind turbines. When he wanted to make comments about sports (usually when we had lulled into silence), he almost always directed it to our Ryan, an interesting gender note.
When Bob wanted to ask me a question and I wasn't looking, he would just kind of lightly whack my shoulder. His gaze and demeanor were somewhat unnerving, but that is my own inherent nervousness. He behaved and spoke much like many other 40s generation Texas men I know. Slight accent, saying things such as "golly," "you know what he said, he said..." and that somewhat gruff but friendly body language that most of the men in the shop displayed, moreso an affectation of age than anything.
Another man next to our Ryan was also pretty chatty. His reasoning for going to the shop for 11-13 years (he couldn't remember, but it was after he out of the military) was that it was convenient but also that they were the only shop he knew of that still shaved necks, in particular with a single blade razor. That was a good point for he and Ryan to wax nostalgic on. He also appreciated that they took their time. He was pretty sure that Ken, the oldest barber, had been there "forever," which seemed like a true statement based on the long line of men waiting for him. Bob had pointed out that they take numbers when they walk in the door, no need for appointments, and just wait for their number. Many men, however, would skip their turn in order to wait for a specific barber. Not as many wanted the newest guy.
It was very interesting to watch the almost therapeutic trance the men went into while getting their neck lathered (by warm shaving cream from the electric warmer and dispenser that I remarked on so delightedly, thus prompting a round of exclamations of appreciation by the men) or the back of their heads buzzed. The ambiance was cozy, and it actually seemed like they got used to us being there. I was hoping that would happen, so it was nice. There is a good vibe in the shop, so I can see what keeps the men coming back.
As we walked out, we said we'd see them tomorrow, and they actually very pleasantly said good bye and smiled and seemed perfectly fine with our imminent return.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Cultural phenomenon du jour:
friend (noun) --> friending (verb)
Ok, so for yesterday's glorious realization that doesn't seem so glorious anymore. First of all, I am pretty really good at being single. It's kind of a skill of mine, being a bitter (but hopeful) Bridget Jones type. But that's not what I wrote yesterday. This is:
Probably induced by sunshine, decent sleep, and endorphins...My life is so much freer and on track without a stupid boy holding me back. The old, familiar feeling is actually a good one. Fate/universe/whatever is giving me tons of signals that it's in control and I'm on the right track (or close enough). Now is the time for seizing opportunity, getting my education on track, finding internships, and going on adventures with friends. I want to capture this tingling excitment and keep my satisfaction of self.
End quote.
Last line highly relevant!
I've managed pretty well to sustain it for most of 30ish hours. But that hopefulness is kind of back to its overbearing state, where everyone I see is potential. I have, however, noticed that this school is a lot more attractive than I ever noticed before. But my little daydream plan is to find a lovely Austin boy for maximum relationship goodness- not too close, not too far. At the same time, I'm attempting to just not even think about it at all, because you always meet people when you aren't looking. Except it's a bad habit. But at least I am excited that it could be anyone, anywhere, any time.
Went to Cookies and Pis tonight, a sorority cookie decoration for charity extravaganza. I've been attempting to keep an open mind about the whole sorority thing and was formerly very opposed...but I think I'm actually...don't freak out...going to rush. I'm not even going to justify that decision, because I don't think I should have to, no matter how much it surprises people and makes them call me a sell out. I want to do it because I do. It's different here at SU anyway, not the stereotype.
I don't recommend flu shots. They give you the flu. But hopefully it will help me avert disaster. I get the flu a lot, really bad.
New major idea: I think I might actually go with the create my own major idea. Why go to a small, weird, expensive school and not take advantage of its quirky offerings? Since I don't want any of them in particular, I can just take the classes I want to take. What's more, I could actually make my Capstone a documentary if I want to! How ridiculously cool would that be?? So the combo would be sociology/poli sci/film studies from English dept/enviro studies/econ/communications (for the one journalism class). That way I'd build a portfolio and still get the broad knowledge base. I figure that I need a good understanding of the world first and the technical knowledge can come later.
Note to self: destigmatizing enviro-- "crunchy"; bike excursion
"Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love."
-Lao Tzu (as quoted by my free SU wahoo freshman need mental help planner)
friend (noun) --> friending (verb)
Ok, so for yesterday's glorious realization that doesn't seem so glorious anymore. First of all, I am pretty really good at being single. It's kind of a skill of mine, being a bitter (but hopeful) Bridget Jones type. But that's not what I wrote yesterday. This is:
Probably induced by sunshine, decent sleep, and endorphins...My life is so much freer and on track without a stupid boy holding me back. The old, familiar feeling is actually a good one. Fate/universe/whatever is giving me tons of signals that it's in control and I'm on the right track (or close enough). Now is the time for seizing opportunity, getting my education on track, finding internships, and going on adventures with friends. I want to capture this tingling excitment and keep my satisfaction of self.
End quote.
Last line highly relevant!
I've managed pretty well to sustain it for most of 30ish hours. But that hopefulness is kind of back to its overbearing state, where everyone I see is potential. I have, however, noticed that this school is a lot more attractive than I ever noticed before. But my little daydream plan is to find a lovely Austin boy for maximum relationship goodness- not too close, not too far. At the same time, I'm attempting to just not even think about it at all, because you always meet people when you aren't looking. Except it's a bad habit. But at least I am excited that it could be anyone, anywhere, any time.
Went to Cookies and Pis tonight, a sorority cookie decoration for charity extravaganza. I've been attempting to keep an open mind about the whole sorority thing and was formerly very opposed...but I think I'm actually...don't freak out...going to rush. I'm not even going to justify that decision, because I don't think I should have to, no matter how much it surprises people and makes them call me a sell out. I want to do it because I do. It's different here at SU anyway, not the stereotype.
I don't recommend flu shots. They give you the flu. But hopefully it will help me avert disaster. I get the flu a lot, really bad.
New major idea: I think I might actually go with the create my own major idea. Why go to a small, weird, expensive school and not take advantage of its quirky offerings? Since I don't want any of them in particular, I can just take the classes I want to take. What's more, I could actually make my Capstone a documentary if I want to! How ridiculously cool would that be?? So the combo would be sociology/poli sci/film studies from English dept/enviro studies/econ/communications (for the one journalism class). That way I'd build a portfolio and still get the broad knowledge base. I figure that I need a good understanding of the world first and the technical knowledge can come later.
Note to self: destigmatizing enviro-- "crunchy"; bike excursion
"Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love."
-Lao Tzu (as quoted by my free SU wahoo freshman need mental help planner)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Workouts and Babies
Thank you, Cosmogirl, for telling that my big eyebrows are in fashion once again.
Flu shot gave me flu symptoms. Apparently one of those symptoms is a lack of ability to spell, as I've so far tried to spell it as flue and flew.
Despite that, today started off really glorious. I was headed to the exercise bike in the gym, when I saw that the weight room was full of eye candy, so I decided to do med balls first instead. I don't think I've ever been so inspired to do so many pushups. ;) I finally did ride the bike...while reading anthro...Is it really possible to be such a nerdy jock?
I didn't get to shower after working out, but I did eat, of course. Jumped on my bike (looking ridiculous with my giant backpack) and pedaled over to the house where I was babysitting. When I got to the gravelly railroad tracks, I decided to dismount, but lucky me! Just as I got one shoe out, my chain fell off, and I keeled right over with it.
Falling off a bike is a very annoying experience, because you go down in slow motion, beginning your embarrassment from the top of arc of the fall, all the way to the bottom, after several seconds of mortification. It's a long, embarrassing way to the ground. Then there's always the part where you gouge your leg and start bleeding all over. I hobbled up to the porch, where I got to greet my employer in my disheveled state. I played it off like, "Oh look at that, a gaping wound on my leg...Wonder how that got there...Would you happen to have a bandaid?" Wouldn't want her to think that my lack of ability to ride a bike would mean I couldn't care for her 8 month old.
Her baby really is adorable though. I miss babies soooo much!! Good thing I have 6 more babysitting jobs in the next month. It was also awesome to meet this family because they have a lot in common with me. And the dad could be a really good career resource.
I was highly efficient until now. Homework just wasn't really my thing tonight, I guess. Last xc practice tomorrow!! Too bad it's a freaking time trial...
Note to self: write about the stuff scribbled in CP notebook when not delirious
Flu shot gave me flu symptoms. Apparently one of those symptoms is a lack of ability to spell, as I've so far tried to spell it as flue and flew.
Despite that, today started off really glorious. I was headed to the exercise bike in the gym, when I saw that the weight room was full of eye candy, so I decided to do med balls first instead. I don't think I've ever been so inspired to do so many pushups. ;) I finally did ride the bike...while reading anthro...Is it really possible to be such a nerdy jock?
I didn't get to shower after working out, but I did eat, of course. Jumped on my bike (looking ridiculous with my giant backpack) and pedaled over to the house where I was babysitting. When I got to the gravelly railroad tracks, I decided to dismount, but lucky me! Just as I got one shoe out, my chain fell off, and I keeled right over with it.
Falling off a bike is a very annoying experience, because you go down in slow motion, beginning your embarrassment from the top of arc of the fall, all the way to the bottom, after several seconds of mortification. It's a long, embarrassing way to the ground. Then there's always the part where you gouge your leg and start bleeding all over. I hobbled up to the porch, where I got to greet my employer in my disheveled state. I played it off like, "Oh look at that, a gaping wound on my leg...Wonder how that got there...Would you happen to have a bandaid?" Wouldn't want her to think that my lack of ability to ride a bike would mean I couldn't care for her 8 month old.
Her baby really is adorable though. I miss babies soooo much!! Good thing I have 6 more babysitting jobs in the next month. It was also awesome to meet this family because they have a lot in common with me. And the dad could be a really good career resource.
I was highly efficient until now. Homework just wasn't really my thing tonight, I guess. Last xc practice tomorrow!! Too bad it's a freaking time trial...
Note to self: write about the stuff scribbled in CP notebook when not delirious
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Cont.
Day 2: Saturday
We awoke at 7:00, extreeeemely tired and not too jazzed. Got dressed, ate a cold piece of pineapple pizza (our food foraging skills are ingenious).
(Yes, that's my finger. I suck.)
In yet another perfectly perfect deal of fate's hand we managed to slide in to the panels with perfect timing, despite our lack of direction and time. I was on the Cool Cities panel for 3 sessions, sitting next to the representative from DC (who made deliciously snarky comments). Basically all day I sat in a room and told my story about high school organizing, and it was remarkably amazing. I was flattered that they wanted me for all 3 sessions, and to hear people say that my story was inspirational was pretty indescribable.
Enter serendipity #4. My group managed to all leave me on campus while they went to eat lunch, and I was wandering along the street, hoping to find food somewhere, when I ran into another good SSC friend. Upon introduction, her companion burst, "You're Ursula???" much to my surprise. I affirmed that I was indeed Ursula, and she offered to take me to lunch. We drove up and down Baltimore Ave, trying to find food, and finally had to settle for a weird little Chinese buffet. It ended up being cheap and filling, so whatever. I dashed into my last panel, trying to discretely eat lo mein...
After everything was over, we had to wander around again in search of food. PiC and I finally found a convenience store on campus, where we bought some pretty shady shwarmas and sandwiches and ran off to get a seat in the stadium for the show thingamabob. A bunch of speakers, some musical acts...and NANCY FREAKING PELOSI! She actually stumbled over her words a lot, but after a lot of chanting from the crowd, she started chanting along to the calls for "80 by 50" (referring to the amount of CO2 reductions required by 2050 to avoid reaching the tipping point), which was considered a symbol of her commitment to the cause. I don't really understand why people were left disappointed by what she said-- I thought it was just pretty awesome that she was there! The spoken word poetry later in the evening was also AMAZING. PiC and I already had a minor slam poetry obsession but to hear the national champions was so so so cool. There was a somewhat amusing rapper guy later...and then Van Jones!! He is a pretty really cool guy who pushes the platform of green jobs to pull impoverished people up to the middle class. Not only is he hilarious, he's really well spoken and passionate.
PiC and I decided, after much deliberation, to stay in DC with the rest of our old SPROG pals. I somehow managed to go to sleep amidst the raucous excitement in the house. This time I shared a pull out couch with 3 other girls. People were strewn about the house, on couches and the floor, under tables, everywhere.
I still have 2 days to write about, but I'm tired, and this all has taken 1.5 hours....I'll have to finish the rest in installments.
We awoke at 7:00, extreeeemely tired and not too jazzed. Got dressed, ate a cold piece of pineapple pizza (our food foraging skills are ingenious).
(Yes, that's my finger. I suck.)
In yet another perfectly perfect deal of fate's hand we managed to slide in to the panels with perfect timing, despite our lack of direction and time. I was on the Cool Cities panel for 3 sessions, sitting next to the representative from DC (who made deliciously snarky comments). Basically all day I sat in a room and told my story about high school organizing, and it was remarkably amazing. I was flattered that they wanted me for all 3 sessions, and to hear people say that my story was inspirational was pretty indescribable.
Enter serendipity #4. My group managed to all leave me on campus while they went to eat lunch, and I was wandering along the street, hoping to find food somewhere, when I ran into another good SSC friend. Upon introduction, her companion burst, "You're Ursula???" much to my surprise. I affirmed that I was indeed Ursula, and she offered to take me to lunch. We drove up and down Baltimore Ave, trying to find food, and finally had to settle for a weird little Chinese buffet. It ended up being cheap and filling, so whatever. I dashed into my last panel, trying to discretely eat lo mein...
After everything was over, we had to wander around again in search of food. PiC and I finally found a convenience store on campus, where we bought some pretty shady shwarmas and sandwiches and ran off to get a seat in the stadium for the show thingamabob. A bunch of speakers, some musical acts...and NANCY FREAKING PELOSI! She actually stumbled over her words a lot, but after a lot of chanting from the crowd, she started chanting along to the calls for "80 by 50" (referring to the amount of CO2 reductions required by 2050 to avoid reaching the tipping point), which was considered a symbol of her commitment to the cause. I don't really understand why people were left disappointed by what she said-- I thought it was just pretty awesome that she was there! The spoken word poetry later in the evening was also AMAZING. PiC and I already had a minor slam poetry obsession but to hear the national champions was so so so cool. There was a somewhat amusing rapper guy later...and then Van Jones!! He is a pretty really cool guy who pushes the platform of green jobs to pull impoverished people up to the middle class. Not only is he hilarious, he's really well spoken and passionate.
PiC and I decided, after much deliberation, to stay in DC with the rest of our old SPROG pals. I somehow managed to go to sleep amidst the raucous excitement in the house. This time I shared a pull out couch with 3 other girls. People were strewn about the house, on couches and the floor, under tables, everywhere.
I still have 2 days to write about, but I'm tired, and this all has taken 1.5 hours....I'll have to finish the rest in installments.
Deep breath...
...and go.
Power Shift
Day 1: Friday
PiC and I pulled out of SU around 1:30, sun shining (very brightly in our eyes), music playing (Mr. Bojangles is a song??), and grimaces of trepidation. After we finally found parking in the freaking F lot at the airport, we got lost trying to find the shuttle...which happened to be 2 rows over from where we were. Great start, we figured. We eventually did maneuver our way to our terminal and had to go through security 3 times due to laptop issues, but got there nonetheless. This was when the first miracle from our guardian angel occurred.
As we were boarding the plane, I got a phone call from a girl saying that she could house us that night. You cannot even imagine the relief I felt at this bit of news.
We got onto our plane without further incident, except for not getting to sit anywhere near each other. Due to the brilliant masterminds behind Southwest Airlines (we were desperate), seating is a free-for-all, and if you are in boarding group C you do not get to sit with your party because all of the people-phobic travelers of the world will always take the aisle and the window, leaving only middle seats open, straight down the plane. I proceeded to make some passive aggressive comments about how the phenomenon (hard word to spell). The plane decided not to take off for about 5 years but eventually got us to Baltimore. At that point we had to figure out how to somehow get across the state.
With a lot of wandering and asking only nice-looking women (who invariably always wore fleece jackets), we finalllllly found the bus stop for the B30 line. We scrambled to find $3, literally utilizing dimes and nickels, to get us somewhere. The first leg of the trip took us to the Greenbelt station.
Let me tell you about this station. I had to get the permission of an armed guard to use the bathroom. A bathroom behind 2 sets of locked doors. On the plus side, I did see a guy who looked remarkably like Kanye West, who insisted on wearing sunglasses at night (which did indeed inspire a round of singing "Sunglasses at Night").
We sat there for a long time and finally got on another bus, which had a really interesting cross section of culture. We actually overheard a man (of North/East African descent, I figured) ask the bus driver if he thought "the global warming" was natural or manmade. We couldn't scramble for our cameras fast enough to record the conversation, but it was pretty crazy. With the help of about half the bus, we eventually figured out where to stop on the U of Maryland campus (Library Lane!).
And what do you know but miracle #2 happens.
Just as we were beginning to panic about finding the dorm we were staying in, we ran smack into Nathan, a very dear friend, immediately upon disembarking. After a round of huge bear hugs, he was so incredibly kind as to adventure with us. We eventually got to our room, where we were delighted to find that we were staying with a bunch of freshman girls who were super super nice. The next dilemma was figuring out how to get to the SSC party, which was 1.5 miles away. The plan was to take a campus bus to one stop and walk a short distance from there. Turns out the cranky bus driver dropped us off in the totally wrong place and we had to walk 2 miles at 11:00 pm with no sidewalks. Thank God for Nathan. We finally finally found the party after an hour of traveling. I've never been so glad to see the SSC in my life.
The party was basically, in a word, superawesome. We ordered a pita/hummus/veggie plate (which turned out to be the last normal thing we ate all weekend) and devoured it, as we hadn't eaten all day.
Then we met lots of people, did some wild dancing (a table broke?), and generally partook in revelrie in the cold cold outdoors. I was so very glad to see some Shindiggers again, whom I hadn't seen for 2 years. Too bad they're all about 4 years older than me...
After a very long walk back, we snuck back into our room and PiC and I got ready for bed, attempting not to wake up the other girls. (PiC was a bit loud for undisclosed reasons.) We ended up having to share a single bed, and I had a bedskirt for a sheet. There were also 2 girls on the top bunk and another girl in another bunk. 3:00 am!
Power Shift
Day 1: Friday
PiC and I pulled out of SU around 1:30, sun shining (very brightly in our eyes), music playing (Mr. Bojangles is a song??), and grimaces of trepidation. After we finally found parking in the freaking F lot at the airport, we got lost trying to find the shuttle...which happened to be 2 rows over from where we were. Great start, we figured. We eventually did maneuver our way to our terminal and had to go through security 3 times due to laptop issues, but got there nonetheless. This was when the first miracle from our guardian angel occurred.
As we were boarding the plane, I got a phone call from a girl saying that she could house us that night. You cannot even imagine the relief I felt at this bit of news.
We got onto our plane without further incident, except for not getting to sit anywhere near each other. Due to the brilliant masterminds behind Southwest Airlines (we were desperate), seating is a free-for-all, and if you are in boarding group C you do not get to sit with your party because all of the people-phobic travelers of the world will always take the aisle and the window, leaving only middle seats open, straight down the plane. I proceeded to make some passive aggressive comments about how the phenomenon (hard word to spell). The plane decided not to take off for about 5 years but eventually got us to Baltimore. At that point we had to figure out how to somehow get across the state.
With a lot of wandering and asking only nice-looking women (who invariably always wore fleece jackets), we finalllllly found the bus stop for the B30 line. We scrambled to find $3, literally utilizing dimes and nickels, to get us somewhere. The first leg of the trip took us to the Greenbelt station.
Let me tell you about this station. I had to get the permission of an armed guard to use the bathroom. A bathroom behind 2 sets of locked doors. On the plus side, I did see a guy who looked remarkably like Kanye West, who insisted on wearing sunglasses at night (which did indeed inspire a round of singing "Sunglasses at Night").
We sat there for a long time and finally got on another bus, which had a really interesting cross section of culture. We actually overheard a man (of North/East African descent, I figured) ask the bus driver if he thought "the global warming" was natural or manmade. We couldn't scramble for our cameras fast enough to record the conversation, but it was pretty crazy. With the help of about half the bus, we eventually figured out where to stop on the U of Maryland campus (Library Lane!).
And what do you know but miracle #2 happens.
Just as we were beginning to panic about finding the dorm we were staying in, we ran smack into Nathan, a very dear friend, immediately upon disembarking. After a round of huge bear hugs, he was so incredibly kind as to adventure with us. We eventually got to our room, where we were delighted to find that we were staying with a bunch of freshman girls who were super super nice. The next dilemma was figuring out how to get to the SSC party, which was 1.5 miles away. The plan was to take a campus bus to one stop and walk a short distance from there. Turns out the cranky bus driver dropped us off in the totally wrong place and we had to walk 2 miles at 11:00 pm with no sidewalks. Thank God for Nathan. We finally finally found the party after an hour of traveling. I've never been so glad to see the SSC in my life.
The party was basically, in a word, superawesome. We ordered a pita/hummus/veggie plate (which turned out to be the last normal thing we ate all weekend) and devoured it, as we hadn't eaten all day.
Then we met lots of people, did some wild dancing (a table broke?), and generally partook in revelrie in the cold cold outdoors. I was so very glad to see some Shindiggers again, whom I hadn't seen for 2 years. Too bad they're all about 4 years older than me...
After a very long walk back, we snuck back into our room and PiC and I got ready for bed, attempting not to wake up the other girls. (PiC was a bit loud for undisclosed reasons.) We ended up having to share a single bed, and I had a bedskirt for a sheet. There were also 2 girls on the top bunk and another girl in another bunk. 3:00 am!
I just spent 45 of my time at work, (which I am, btw, still at), looking up people on facebook from SU who are engaged. I was remarkably accurate in guessing which ones were joking and which were for realz. And it's kind of scary how many are real. And by that I mean there were 10. But hey, this school only has 1300 kids...That's a decent proportion.
Does that make me a stalker, or can I pass it off as sociological research?
Does that make me a stalker, or can I pass it off as sociological research?
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I'm sleepy.
I'm probably a terrible person, but oh well.
Just got back from Virginia and ate Tostitos and Halloween candy for dinner at midnight. It was that kind of day. We flew out to Virginia on Thursday, (which made 2 whole days I was in class this week and ooooh by the way, I didn't fail my midterm, which is excellent news), and took 942 years to get from Austin to Houston to Norfolk. Then we sat in the hotel for about 2 days...Well except for eating and looking at the ridiculous beauty that is a place that has real seasons, and we also finally convinced Coach to let us see Jamestown for an hour. Which was suuuuper cool for a history nerd. I got a smooshed penny that said James Fort (wahoo). I could baaarely keep my eyes open yesterday from the time I woke up until the late late hour of 11:30 that I pushed myself to stay up to. Woke up at 8:00 today and had a really terrible stomach but pretended it wasn't. The regionals course was FREEZING COLD. We all looked like snowpeople in our 5 layers of clothing. We played a few rousing rounds of Big Booty (with British accents! try it) and laughed incessantly. After freezing our bumtuskies off in our booty shorts and tank tops (i.e. uniform) and going through insane protocol, we took off on the course, straight up a vertical hill. The first time wasn't so bad, and I got a good start up the middle. Luuucky me, though, my stomach attacked me with a passion in the first mile, and I could barely move and started crying...the next mile was even worse, as I dropped really far back. The horrible wave passed enough at mile 3 for me to rocket power my way up a few spots. I finished in what felt like record time but what was in fact a whole lot slower than Conference, though comparable to the TLU meet. Coach ran up and hugged me while I cried on her out of pain, and she was amazingly nice, calling me "an incredible fighter."
We hung around far too long waiting for results (haha!) and fiiiinally left for the longest, worst plane ride of my life. It felt like having carbonated stomach acid for 6 hours. Somehow I got a remarkable amount of homework done, but on the last flight I just bought Seventeen (guilty pleasure) and learned how to have a great butt and select lip gloss.
So now I'm here. And still haven't written about Power Shift. Yell at me to do so.
Just got back from Virginia and ate Tostitos and Halloween candy for dinner at midnight. It was that kind of day. We flew out to Virginia on Thursday, (which made 2 whole days I was in class this week and ooooh by the way, I didn't fail my midterm, which is excellent news), and took 942 years to get from Austin to Houston to Norfolk. Then we sat in the hotel for about 2 days...Well except for eating and looking at the ridiculous beauty that is a place that has real seasons, and we also finally convinced Coach to let us see Jamestown for an hour. Which was suuuuper cool for a history nerd. I got a smooshed penny that said James Fort (wahoo). I could baaarely keep my eyes open yesterday from the time I woke up until the late late hour of 11:30 that I pushed myself to stay up to. Woke up at 8:00 today and had a really terrible stomach but pretended it wasn't. The regionals course was FREEZING COLD. We all looked like snowpeople in our 5 layers of clothing. We played a few rousing rounds of Big Booty (with British accents! try it) and laughed incessantly. After freezing our bumtuskies off in our booty shorts and tank tops (i.e. uniform) and going through insane protocol, we took off on the course, straight up a vertical hill. The first time wasn't so bad, and I got a good start up the middle. Luuucky me, though, my stomach attacked me with a passion in the first mile, and I could barely move and started crying...the next mile was even worse, as I dropped really far back. The horrible wave passed enough at mile 3 for me to rocket power my way up a few spots. I finished in what felt like record time but what was in fact a whole lot slower than Conference, though comparable to the TLU meet. Coach ran up and hugged me while I cried on her out of pain, and she was amazingly nice, calling me "an incredible fighter."
We hung around far too long waiting for results (haha!) and fiiiinally left for the longest, worst plane ride of my life. It felt like having carbonated stomach acid for 6 hours. Somehow I got a remarkable amount of homework done, but on the last flight I just bought Seventeen (guilty pleasure) and learned how to have a great butt and select lip gloss.
So now I'm here. And still haven't written about Power Shift. Yell at me to do so.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Perversely amusing things
The Christian fraternity on campus has apparently deemed me a dangerous threat. Despite their determination that I am a "nice person" and their desire to hang out with me all the time, they must constantly check in with each other to make sure I am not spreading the virus of my unconventionality.
Better call up my coven for a good ole fashioned drum circle, consulting of the oracle bones, and a bit of voodoo.
If I didn't love this school, I'd hate it.
Better call up my coven for a good ole fashioned drum circle, consulting of the oracle bones, and a bit of voodoo.
If I didn't love this school, I'd hate it.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
I must apologize, oh loyal readers, that the thrilling and lengthy account of the past weekend will be a bit late in coming. I have a mountain of homework to catch up on first.
But as a sneak preview and a reminder to myself:
1. Transportation adventure with Partner-in-crime across states
2. Bedskirts
3. Serendipity
4. Armed guards
5. More armed people of the police variety
6. Purple feet
7. Nancy Pelosi
8 MTV
9. Metro authorities
10. Career opportunities
But as a sneak preview and a reminder to myself:
1. Transportation adventure with Partner-in-crime across states
2. Bedskirts
3. Serendipity
4. Armed guards
5. More armed people of the police variety
6. Purple feet
7. Nancy Pelosi
8 MTV
9. Metro authorities
10. Career opportunities
Friday, November 2, 2007
Doom
I am straight trippin about figuring out the transportation situation tonight. We just found out at 9:00 pm last night that we didn't have a ride from the airport anymore, so somehow we have to figure out how to get from Baltimore to Virginia to College Park and back to Virginia. That's 3 f***ing hours on the metro if we even can figure that out.
Something amusing did come out of this though....I was frantically calling people from the housing board on the Power Shift website last night, seeing if anyone had room on campus for us just for tonight, and I spoke to this one craaazy girl.
[All of her parts are said very slowly in a creepy monotone]
Me: Hi blah blah blah help please
R: Well, you can stay here. But...I would suggest finding another dorm.
Me: Uhh ok...
R: Yes. A terrible thing happened here yesterday.
Me: Oh really....*silence*
R: Oh. Would you like to know what happened?
Me: Umm I guess so
R: A student passed...away...
Me: Oh dear...ummmmm
That was one of the most awkward conversations I've ever had. Ever.
I'm going to freeze.
----
A wasp just fell out of my hair, onto my pants, was flicked off by a marker, and is now crawling up my wall.
Something amusing did come out of this though....I was frantically calling people from the housing board on the Power Shift website last night, seeing if anyone had room on campus for us just for tonight, and I spoke to this one craaazy girl.
[All of her parts are said very slowly in a creepy monotone]
Me: Hi blah blah blah help please
R: Well, you can stay here. But...I would suggest finding another dorm.
Me: Uhh ok...
R: Yes. A terrible thing happened here yesterday.
Me: Oh really....*silence*
R: Oh. Would you like to know what happened?
Me: Umm I guess so
R: A student passed...away...
Me: Oh dear...ummmmm
That was one of the most awkward conversations I've ever had. Ever.
I'm going to freeze.
----
A wasp just fell out of my hair, onto my pants, was flicked off by a marker, and is now crawling up my wall.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
What a day of giving my all. Practice was really good, particularly core circuit. Coach told me to do pushups until I maxed out and eventually had to just tell me to stop because I'd "done enough" and wasn't stopping. That was a pretty cool feeling. Later I practiced violin for 45 minutes, which is more than I've practiced in a really long time. The great part was that I hardly noticed the time go by-- it's so great to enjoy playing again. I also had that contented feeling again, mostly reflecting how much I love having time to do errands and little tasks throughout the day. (Hooray for college!) It's also amazing how much better I do in classes I enjoy..novel concept.
Frantic preparation for tomorrow!!! Huge thanks, though, to the mayor of Sugar Land for helping me out today.
Frantic preparation for tomorrow!!! Huge thanks, though, to the mayor of Sugar Land for helping me out today.
Barber Shop Quartet
Day 1:
Today my group attempted to make entree for our Intro to Anthro ethnography project. The assignment is to choose a public place in town and observe and participate in the culture of the place. We chose to go to City Barber Shop, a little hole in the wall shop that you can easily drive right by (and we did indeed). The 4 of us- 3 girls, 1 guy- walked into the shop with not much of a plan as far as what to do, hoping to just chat with the owner and see if it was ok if we used the location. As soon as we walked in, I knew it was the right place for our project. Upon opening the creaky old door labeled with a peeling "Men's Haircuts" sign, we were faced with a solid row of men, all ages, getting their hair cut by more men, while even more men sat waiting in chairs. Jackpot as far as the gender category of the report. The awkward factor shot through the roof, another reason why the location was so grand. (After all, what's an ethnography if you don't immerse yourself in a culture you don't feel entirely comfortable in?)
We stood there for a few moments, all four of us crammed into the little space there was, looking around and feeling completely overwhelmed. Interestingly, our only male ethnographer shrunk back behind the females, leaving us to do the talking. After far too many moments of feeling ridiculously out of place, I stepped up to the closest barber, an elderly man with white hair and a semi-scowl, and gave my spiel about being a student doing a project and needing a place to just talk to people and observe their interactions. He let me get through my speech, which Lily chimed in on to back me up, and then grumbled, "You'll have to talk to the man in the back; he's the owner."
So we all shuffled back to the somewhat more lively man in a pink shirt with short gray military-square hair. He immediately shot, "What are you selling?" We emphatically denied that statement and explained again. He listened, hardly even nodding, and we waited tensely to see his reaction. I think he might have mumbled that it would be alright after asking a few more questions, such as how long we would be there. I'm not sure how much the fact that three girls were approaching him or our being in his very much males-only shop in general bothered him, but he eventually gave us permission.
The man who was getting his hair cut by Willard (the owner) chimed in, in mostly incoherent tones, that we didn't look like we were in college. He pointed to Lily and I and said, "Those two in particular. You look like freshmen in high school." We were a bit confused because we didn't understand most of what he said, but we laughed nervously. He then told us how he used to teach. We managed to extract a little more intelligible information from him, such as that he was an elementary school teacher, mostly 5th grade, who taught all over the state. He also said something about San Marcos, but we weren't quite sure what it was.
It was interesting to watch how the barbers could do something as delicate as cut someone's ear hair while carrying on a conversation (albeit stilted) and give wary looks at the same time. Some of the patrons were actually much younger men than we expected, including some 20s-type Hispanic men and a middle aged man in hunting gear. (I'm going to have to note race, as this is an ethnography.)
I believe we made a mostly successful entree. I'm very grateful for our chat with the retired teacher, as I feel it gives us a little bit more legitimacy in our mission and also allowed a beginning to our rapport. Willard could see that our intentions were pure and that we could interact with his customers, and he seemed to relax a bit. In the future, we are going to go in smaller groups, and the girls are going to try to go with a guy in order to avoid any excessively uncomfortable situations. This set up will also allow us to spend more time there in a more natural manner, as we can wait for the said guy to get his hair cut while we chat with customers. I think it will be easier upon our return to the shop, as Willard will know who we are. I have this ideal vision of him growing accustomed to us and maybe even looking forward to our visits. I don't know if I'm allowed to say that in my field notes...
Today my group attempted to make entree for our Intro to Anthro ethnography project. The assignment is to choose a public place in town and observe and participate in the culture of the place. We chose to go to City Barber Shop, a little hole in the wall shop that you can easily drive right by (and we did indeed). The 4 of us- 3 girls, 1 guy- walked into the shop with not much of a plan as far as what to do, hoping to just chat with the owner and see if it was ok if we used the location. As soon as we walked in, I knew it was the right place for our project. Upon opening the creaky old door labeled with a peeling "Men's Haircuts" sign, we were faced with a solid row of men, all ages, getting their hair cut by more men, while even more men sat waiting in chairs. Jackpot as far as the gender category of the report. The awkward factor shot through the roof, another reason why the location was so grand. (After all, what's an ethnography if you don't immerse yourself in a culture you don't feel entirely comfortable in?)
We stood there for a few moments, all four of us crammed into the little space there was, looking around and feeling completely overwhelmed. Interestingly, our only male ethnographer shrunk back behind the females, leaving us to do the talking. After far too many moments of feeling ridiculously out of place, I stepped up to the closest barber, an elderly man with white hair and a semi-scowl, and gave my spiel about being a student doing a project and needing a place to just talk to people and observe their interactions. He let me get through my speech, which Lily chimed in on to back me up, and then grumbled, "You'll have to talk to the man in the back; he's the owner."
So we all shuffled back to the somewhat more lively man in a pink shirt with short gray military-square hair. He immediately shot, "What are you selling?" We emphatically denied that statement and explained again. He listened, hardly even nodding, and we waited tensely to see his reaction. I think he might have mumbled that it would be alright after asking a few more questions, such as how long we would be there. I'm not sure how much the fact that three girls were approaching him or our being in his very much males-only shop in general bothered him, but he eventually gave us permission.
The man who was getting his hair cut by Willard (the owner) chimed in, in mostly incoherent tones, that we didn't look like we were in college. He pointed to Lily and I and said, "Those two in particular. You look like freshmen in high school." We were a bit confused because we didn't understand most of what he said, but we laughed nervously. He then told us how he used to teach. We managed to extract a little more intelligible information from him, such as that he was an elementary school teacher, mostly 5th grade, who taught all over the state. He also said something about San Marcos, but we weren't quite sure what it was.
It was interesting to watch how the barbers could do something as delicate as cut someone's ear hair while carrying on a conversation (albeit stilted) and give wary looks at the same time. Some of the patrons were actually much younger men than we expected, including some 20s-type Hispanic men and a middle aged man in hunting gear. (I'm going to have to note race, as this is an ethnography.)
I believe we made a mostly successful entree. I'm very grateful for our chat with the retired teacher, as I feel it gives us a little bit more legitimacy in our mission and also allowed a beginning to our rapport. Willard could see that our intentions were pure and that we could interact with his customers, and he seemed to relax a bit. In the future, we are going to go in smaller groups, and the girls are going to try to go with a guy in order to avoid any excessively uncomfortable situations. This set up will also allow us to spend more time there in a more natural manner, as we can wait for the said guy to get his hair cut while we chat with customers. I think it will be easier upon our return to the shop, as Willard will know who we are. I have this ideal vision of him growing accustomed to us and maybe even looking forward to our visits. I don't know if I'm allowed to say that in my field notes...
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Warning: very long but hopefully worthwhile
Today was "one of those days." I don't really even know what that means, but it's true. Practice was ok...everyone was in a pretty bad mood, but we ran alright. The weather was nice...Oh! highlight of day! I got my anthro midterm back and got a 49/50 and an "excellent" on what I thought was a pretty shoddy essay at the time! Yahoooo. I attempted to nap, as it is Wednesday, and that is nap day, but I was unsuccessful.
After that I got a migraine and had to go through Enviro History (in which I expounded upon the frivolities of the suburbs) and orchestra (oh my gosh). Then I tried to nap again and was allllmost asleep, when Marge came crashing into the room and flipped on the overhead fluorescent lights. She paused for 10 seconds before realizing I was on my bed, turned on a different light, and continued slamming around the room. In that moment, I decided I was definitely moving. I also confronted her as politely as possible about making my business everyone else's business and then promptly walked to dinner, which I wasn't even hungry for. Fortunately some friends were there to eat and bitch with, so that was excellent. And even more excellent was watching Charlie Brown and drinking hot chocolate with my fellow Halloween homework doers who don't party. Now I'm here, having just finished a response paper to the Mahabharata, an assignment I enjoyed far more than expected. So maybe it wasn't "one of those days" entirely. Bittersweetish?
But I promised a recap of yesterday. I practically don't even care anymore, so sorry if it's not very fulfilling after all the hype.
Basically I studied til 2 am, overslept and missed practice, woke up in a panic at 9:00, quickly finished outlining essay questions, dashed to the gym to ride the exercise bike for 25 minutes while frantically studying, didn't even have time to shower, ran back to the room and..*pause* Then I ran over to Dr. Darth Vader's office, but I saw her along the way being very much not in her office, so I waited for her. We had an hour long meeting, and I told her many things...many things that sound terrible to say but ended up being good because I've they've been smoldering for months and now might cause positive change. Turns out she likes me and thinks I'm smart, though I never got that vibe. Oh yes, and this is where the yellow armchair comes in, because she had one in her office that basically required an ejection lever to get out of. (I ended that sentence with a preposition, which I'm now paranoid about, even though I think it's a silly rule).
Then I took the midterm. I have 4 letters for you, Comparative Politics midterm, and 3 of them are asteriks. Use your imagination...
And the nest egg is my stress ball, that is indeed a "nest egg" given to me by my stock broker. And yes, I have a stock broker. Thank you, crazy grandpa who makes me go to Lake Jackson to check on my investments in dirty energy.
After the doom-ridden midterm, Hinduism class was CANCELLED, which was the most amazing news (though I'm sorry Dr. Young PhD Student with Dreamy Deep Voice was sick). So I went to Target and bought things. Things that cost more money than expected but were mostly necessary.
Thennnn I went to a Careers in Writing seminar, which was a very good thing. Other than the part where it made me even more conflicted about my major, it made me realize for the trillionth time (good job me for having instincts that I only kind of listen to) that I neeeeed to go into writing. There is a severe lack of fiction in my life. I need to read novels and I need to write creatively. They cited blogging and writing everyday as what a budding writer needs to do, so at least I'm doing something right. One lady has my ideal job of capturing Americana themes in documentarian writing, so that was cool to see as something someone actually does. The journalist guy said that you can still be a journalist, even having gone to a school without a program, and emphasized the importance of economics, so I'm doing that right too...But then I became very concerned that I'm not in the right classes next semester. I'm taking a huge variety of stuff, but I don't know if it's right. I really wish I could have an English class, but there's no room in my schedule. Perhaps I can change it or just start on it sophomore year. I really need it though, for my sanity. I keep telling myself to think about all of these things over Christmas, not now. I think that's what kept me awake in my first nap. Phooey.
After thaaat I went to the dorm Halloween party very briefly. My floor dressed as "schoolgirls," which made me want to puke on myself. Mostly I grabbed fistfuls of candy and danced a bit, then jetted off to my meeting for Power Shift. Somehow I managed to fulfill all of my commitments yesterday, which I'm quite amazed at.
That is all.
After that I got a migraine and had to go through Enviro History (in which I expounded upon the frivolities of the suburbs) and orchestra (oh my gosh). Then I tried to nap again and was allllmost asleep, when Marge came crashing into the room and flipped on the overhead fluorescent lights. She paused for 10 seconds before realizing I was on my bed, turned on a different light, and continued slamming around the room. In that moment, I decided I was definitely moving. I also confronted her as politely as possible about making my business everyone else's business and then promptly walked to dinner, which I wasn't even hungry for. Fortunately some friends were there to eat and bitch with, so that was excellent. And even more excellent was watching Charlie Brown and drinking hot chocolate with my fellow Halloween homework doers who don't party. Now I'm here, having just finished a response paper to the Mahabharata, an assignment I enjoyed far more than expected. So maybe it wasn't "one of those days" entirely. Bittersweetish?
But I promised a recap of yesterday. I practically don't even care anymore, so sorry if it's not very fulfilling after all the hype.
Basically I studied til 2 am, overslept and missed practice, woke up in a panic at 9:00, quickly finished outlining essay questions, dashed to the gym to ride the exercise bike for 25 minutes while frantically studying, didn't even have time to shower, ran back to the room and..*pause* Then I ran over to Dr. Darth Vader's office, but I saw her along the way being very much not in her office, so I waited for her. We had an hour long meeting, and I told her many things...many things that sound terrible to say but ended up being good because I've they've been smoldering for months and now might cause positive change. Turns out she likes me and thinks I'm smart, though I never got that vibe. Oh yes, and this is where the yellow armchair comes in, because she had one in her office that basically required an ejection lever to get out of. (I ended that sentence with a preposition, which I'm now paranoid about, even though I think it's a silly rule).
Then I took the midterm. I have 4 letters for you, Comparative Politics midterm, and 3 of them are asteriks. Use your imagination...
And the nest egg is my stress ball, that is indeed a "nest egg" given to me by my stock broker. And yes, I have a stock broker. Thank you, crazy grandpa who makes me go to Lake Jackson to check on my investments in dirty energy.
After the doom-ridden midterm, Hinduism class was CANCELLED, which was the most amazing news (though I'm sorry Dr. Young PhD Student with Dreamy Deep Voice was sick). So I went to Target and bought things. Things that cost more money than expected but were mostly necessary.
Thennnn I went to a Careers in Writing seminar, which was a very good thing. Other than the part where it made me even more conflicted about my major, it made me realize for the trillionth time (good job me for having instincts that I only kind of listen to) that I neeeeed to go into writing. There is a severe lack of fiction in my life. I need to read novels and I need to write creatively. They cited blogging and writing everyday as what a budding writer needs to do, so at least I'm doing something right. One lady has my ideal job of capturing Americana themes in documentarian writing, so that was cool to see as something someone actually does. The journalist guy said that you can still be a journalist, even having gone to a school without a program, and emphasized the importance of economics, so I'm doing that right too...But then I became very concerned that I'm not in the right classes next semester. I'm taking a huge variety of stuff, but I don't know if it's right. I really wish I could have an English class, but there's no room in my schedule. Perhaps I can change it or just start on it sophomore year. I really need it though, for my sanity. I keep telling myself to think about all of these things over Christmas, not now. I think that's what kept me awake in my first nap. Phooey.
After thaaat I went to the dorm Halloween party very briefly. My floor dressed as "schoolgirls," which made me want to puke on myself. Mostly I grabbed fistfuls of candy and danced a bit, then jetted off to my meeting for Power Shift. Somehow I managed to fulfill all of my commitments yesterday, which I'm quite amazed at.
That is all.
Bloodshot orange juice eyes and other body problems
I hate when I squirt oranges in my eyes, like I just did while peeling one. I'm pretty sure acid is bad for your eyeballs. Isn't that what we always learned in science class, don't get acid in your face? I made a 100 on my 8th grade science safety test, yes siree.
Is that how you spell it- siree?
The cold, unhumid weather as of late has dried my skin out so much that I can't shave my legs. Having been raised a swimmer, it doesn't bother me not to shave, but it's practically blasphemy not to in our hair-phobic society. Why are we so afraid of hair? Hairy girls are probably warmer and don't have to spend as much money on lotion.
I am so freaking tiredddddd. My hallmates decided to camp out, once again, right outside my door and talk, laugh, and play Regina Spektor at supersonic levels. I can't put my contacts in due to bloodshot eyes, I can barely read my bulldozer article (yeah, I didn't finish that last night...), and running 4x1200 repeats this morning made me feel like a lumbering giant. Good thing today is Wednesday and that means nap day.
Is that how you spell it- siree?
The cold, unhumid weather as of late has dried my skin out so much that I can't shave my legs. Having been raised a swimmer, it doesn't bother me not to shave, but it's practically blasphemy not to in our hair-phobic society. Why are we so afraid of hair? Hairy girls are probably warmer and don't have to spend as much money on lotion.
I am so freaking tiredddddd. My hallmates decided to camp out, once again, right outside my door and talk, laugh, and play Regina Spektor at supersonic levels. I can't put my contacts in due to bloodshot eyes, I can barely read my bulldozer article (yeah, I didn't finish that last night...), and running 4x1200 repeats this morning made me feel like a lumbering giant. Good thing today is Wednesday and that means nap day.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
I drowned my midterm sorrows in Cheetohs and M&Ms...I don't eat crap like that! I swear I must be a victim of those drugs they warn you to look out for in Halloween candy, because I'm wide awake, despite it being 12:09 and me being about halfway through studying. I think I've spent a cumulative 10 hours studying so far over the last few days...I'm desperate, what can I say.
I have unleashed a monster onto the blogosphere with this brain of mine, always thinking of things to post. Pinkgurugal is right, it's a serious addiction.
And thank you to Jacob, my rather exceptionally loyal reader, for dubbing my blog "better than Gray's Anatomy." While it is debatable to some, I am flattered.
The day gets juicier. Around noonish, as I sat at my computer checking my email, my RA enters the room. I greeted her, as I do all people who come in the room, with the usual, "She isn't here," (she being my roommate). For the first time pretty much ever, though, she sat down to talk to me. She went straight to the point.
"So Marge told me that you want a new, quieter room." I sputtered a bit, not quite sure what to think of this declaration of my intent that I never had any part in declaring. I replied that I hadn't really said that but that I wouldn't mind a quieter location. She immediately launched into an action plan of finding me a new room, possibly one even to myself. (Myself! Alone! Me! I could dance around in my underwear all day long!) Without me saying much of anything, it was determined that we needed to contact the dean of student thingers and that there was a potential empty room upstairs. I'm pretty sure she was just excited to have a rather RA-like thing to do.
Conflicted, I decided to take a little field trip upstairs, to the land of girliness I had never entered, to investigate the empty room situation. After a bit of creepy lurking and employing the help of a random passerby, I found said empty room. All I can say is that I want it I want it I want it!! On the end of the hall, 2 beds, a bathroom with a door, a window I can open, and blissful, beautiful silence. Apparently the other girls had commandeered the room as a living room of sorts, but I'm sure that can be worked out.
Feeling a bit better, I strolled outside and came across Runnergirl, a good friend. I began to tell her my story, when Partner in Crime (PIC) walked up and interjected that she'd already heard this story. Flabbergasted, I asked how on earth she knew. She proceeded to tell me that three people from my hall are in her class and were talking about it, deciding many things about my feelings for me. (I'm glad I didn't have to go to the trouble of deciding my own feelings, because that might have been stressful.) All in all, I'm just quite perplexed at how this entire scenario occurred without me ever really being involved.
As I said before, Mouthwestern is no myth.
On a somewhat better note, upon telling a friend about my travails, they proceeded to pray with me in the middle of the snack bar. I was a bit surprised, but it's always nice to know someone is looking out for you.
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I rather enjoyed watching a budding romance from the back of orchestra today. A mysterious new fellow, Bass Guy (BG), and a certain string strumming blonde were all smiles and googley eyes. I kept smiling to myself- it was practically more than I could bear to watch, the way BG looked at her so lovingly. And they never knew that I had a sneakster eye on their whole affair. We shall see how this romance pans out...
I should be studying for my massive midterm. Too bad I have to go listen to the president of the school blabber about nothing for an hour...I wonder if he'll notice me making flashcards? This time tomorrow, my test will be doney done doneeeeeee.
P.S. I realize that I am saying some things on the internet that could be dangerous in the wrong hands, but only a select few are privy to my thoughts, all but one of whom are far removed from the premises.
P.P.S. If anyone can tell me how to make my blog unugly, I would greatly appreciate it.
And thank you to Jacob, my rather exceptionally loyal reader, for dubbing my blog "better than Gray's Anatomy." While it is debatable to some, I am flattered.
The day gets juicier. Around noonish, as I sat at my computer checking my email, my RA enters the room. I greeted her, as I do all people who come in the room, with the usual, "She isn't here," (she being my roommate). For the first time pretty much ever, though, she sat down to talk to me. She went straight to the point.
"So Marge told me that you want a new, quieter room." I sputtered a bit, not quite sure what to think of this declaration of my intent that I never had any part in declaring. I replied that I hadn't really said that but that I wouldn't mind a quieter location. She immediately launched into an action plan of finding me a new room, possibly one even to myself. (Myself! Alone! Me! I could dance around in my underwear all day long!) Without me saying much of anything, it was determined that we needed to contact the dean of student thingers and that there was a potential empty room upstairs. I'm pretty sure she was just excited to have a rather RA-like thing to do.
Conflicted, I decided to take a little field trip upstairs, to the land of girliness I had never entered, to investigate the empty room situation. After a bit of creepy lurking and employing the help of a random passerby, I found said empty room. All I can say is that I want it I want it I want it!! On the end of the hall, 2 beds, a bathroom with a door, a window I can open, and blissful, beautiful silence. Apparently the other girls had commandeered the room as a living room of sorts, but I'm sure that can be worked out.
Feeling a bit better, I strolled outside and came across Runnergirl, a good friend. I began to tell her my story, when Partner in Crime (PIC) walked up and interjected that she'd already heard this story. Flabbergasted, I asked how on earth she knew. She proceeded to tell me that three people from my hall are in her class and were talking about it, deciding many things about my feelings for me. (I'm glad I didn't have to go to the trouble of deciding my own feelings, because that might have been stressful.) All in all, I'm just quite perplexed at how this entire scenario occurred without me ever really being involved.
As I said before, Mouthwestern is no myth.
On a somewhat better note, upon telling a friend about my travails, they proceeded to pray with me in the middle of the snack bar. I was a bit surprised, but it's always nice to know someone is looking out for you.
---
I rather enjoyed watching a budding romance from the back of orchestra today. A mysterious new fellow, Bass Guy (BG), and a certain string strumming blonde were all smiles and googley eyes. I kept smiling to myself- it was practically more than I could bear to watch, the way BG looked at her so lovingly. And they never knew that I had a sneakster eye on their whole affair. We shall see how this romance pans out...
I should be studying for my massive midterm. Too bad I have to go listen to the president of the school blabber about nothing for an hour...I wonder if he'll notice me making flashcards? This time tomorrow, my test will be doney done doneeeeeee.
P.S. I realize that I am saying some things on the internet that could be dangerous in the wrong hands, but only a select few are privy to my thoughts, all but one of whom are far removed from the premises.
P.P.S. If anyone can tell me how to make my blog unugly, I would greatly appreciate it.
You know you go to SU when...
...there are more Hispanic people, and certainly more white people, in ASIA club than Asian people.
Also...when people tell you that they heard via Tri Delts that you are dating someone and then proceed to tell you that if you keep your business personal, people will consider you shady.
Welcome to Mouthwestern.
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Last night at about 12:30, my lovely roommate decided it was the time to bring up how she thought I should maybe move out next semester. Now before this sounds too bad, she means it for my sake, not because we don't get along, because we do. But our sleeping hours and lifestyles in general are completely opposite, and I've gotten very little sleep with the amount of noise that continues until 3:00 or 4:00 every morning. She said she feels bad that I should have to sleep on someone's futon the night before my conference meet so that I would get sleep, and that I have to go in the hall on a nightly basis to (futilely) ask them to be quiet. The RAs don't particularly seem to be doing anything about it either.
The story goes that a girl down the hall, whom we'll call Laverne, just for kicks, came to my roommate, (alias Marge), complaining that she and her roommate, Delilah, are not at all vibing in their schedules, or personalities for that matter. Laverne and Delilah don't really even talk to each other...Laverne is a wee bit on the (euphemism alert) serious side and prefers Gray's Anatomy to homework by far, while Delilah is an intentional social outcast English major. Delilah and I get along fine, though at times I find her to be a bit much. However, I, like her, do prefer Mr. Darcy to McDreamy. She also does happen to own a bicycle, which is more than I can say for anyone else on my floor. She's not even there half the time, especially now that she has a new boyfriend, who I believe is named Cake.
But I like my room! It's bigger and arranged just how I like it. I have my bed situated in a perfect little cave and just got all of my posters up. I don't think there's anywhere to put my bike in Laverne and Delilah's room (though there isn't really in here, as I crash into it 3544 times a day). Their bathroom situation is better, though...there's doors instead of curtains and a shower with a head that doesn't fall down and soak the floor. But...the room is right by the entrance to the hallway and the building! How is that going to be any better than the middle of the hallway where I am now?
Recap:
Pros:
1. Potentially, possibly, maybe quieter
2. Roommate who sleeps normal person hours
3. Roommate who is usually with boyfriend named Cake
4. Bathroom with door
5. Roommate has doormat with gnome on it
Cons:
1. Potentially not quieter
2. Have to move stuff
3. Smaller room with inferior furniture arrangement options (+ my bike may have no home!)
4. Awkward roommate
Help?
Also...when people tell you that they heard via Tri Delts that you are dating someone and then proceed to tell you that if you keep your business personal, people will consider you shady.
Welcome to Mouthwestern.
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Last night at about 12:30, my lovely roommate decided it was the time to bring up how she thought I should maybe move out next semester. Now before this sounds too bad, she means it for my sake, not because we don't get along, because we do. But our sleeping hours and lifestyles in general are completely opposite, and I've gotten very little sleep with the amount of noise that continues until 3:00 or 4:00 every morning. She said she feels bad that I should have to sleep on someone's futon the night before my conference meet so that I would get sleep, and that I have to go in the hall on a nightly basis to (futilely) ask them to be quiet. The RAs don't particularly seem to be doing anything about it either.
The story goes that a girl down the hall, whom we'll call Laverne, just for kicks, came to my roommate, (alias Marge), complaining that she and her roommate, Delilah, are not at all vibing in their schedules, or personalities for that matter. Laverne and Delilah don't really even talk to each other...Laverne is a wee bit on the (euphemism alert) serious side and prefers Gray's Anatomy to homework by far, while Delilah is an intentional social outcast English major. Delilah and I get along fine, though at times I find her to be a bit much. However, I, like her, do prefer Mr. Darcy to McDreamy. She also does happen to own a bicycle, which is more than I can say for anyone else on my floor. She's not even there half the time, especially now that she has a new boyfriend, who I believe is named Cake.
But I like my room! It's bigger and arranged just how I like it. I have my bed situated in a perfect little cave and just got all of my posters up. I don't think there's anywhere to put my bike in Laverne and Delilah's room (though there isn't really in here, as I crash into it 3544 times a day). Their bathroom situation is better, though...there's doors instead of curtains and a shower with a head that doesn't fall down and soak the floor. But...the room is right by the entrance to the hallway and the building! How is that going to be any better than the middle of the hallway where I am now?
Recap:
Pros:
1. Potentially, possibly, maybe quieter
2. Roommate who sleeps normal person hours
3. Roommate who is usually with boyfriend named Cake
4. Bathroom with door
5. Roommate has doormat with gnome on it
Cons:
1. Potentially not quieter
2. Have to move stuff
3. Smaller room with inferior furniture arrangement options (+ my bike may have no home!)
4. Awkward roommate
Help?
Sunday, October 28, 2007
C'est Celine je t'aime
I have had an inexplicable love for Celine Dion since I was 9 years old, and I'm pretty sure one of the coolest presents ever would be to get to see her Vegas show. I wouldn't even need a hotel! I'd just stay with my family. I just need a plane ticket and a show ticket. Must also remember to tell this to future husband whose last name starts with M, E, F, G, S, or T...
I'd also like to remind myself that, thanks to inspiration from my Environmental History homework, I need to get a pink flamingo.
I'd also like to remind myself that, thanks to inspiration from my Environmental History homework, I need to get a pink flamingo.
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