For the following reasons, all of which are valid...
1. Classes have ended, and things are winding down around Haverford. Less than a week left. I've brought my plants to the greenhouse, and have begun to asess the perishable contents of our refrigerator to use them up before we head out.
2.I bought a hot pink shirt today. I [heart] H&M. Ordinarily speaking, I don't wear a whole lot of pink; I tend to leave that up to the roomie, but I was feeling in a bright, hot, "hey-look-at-me-i'm-wearing-borderline-neon" kind of mood today and couldn't resist.
3. I will never have to go to another Chemistry of Art Class again.
4. Chemistry of Art is over. Took my last test today, and barring meteor showers or other sorts of catastrophic cataclysms, I will be exempt from taking the exam.
5.. Did I mention that I won't ever have to listen to another Valerie Walters lecture?
6. Helped out with production work today @ Hot Soup making punties for tumblers and such. Yay. I love glass. Plus, the artist that I was making the punties for is the guy who's KICK-ASS pieces are up in the gallery this month.
6a. It's good to be a cute girl in the hotshop. It's also good to be a cute girl who catches on quickly and makes a better than serviceable punty.
7. Walked down Chestnut St. today to get to work, instead of the usual Market, and got a *completely* different view of the city. It's strange how one block south really chages so much. Hello, only-white-girl-in-a-peacoat.
8. Have grand plans in store for rest of tonight/weekend, including but not limited to: watching a movie up in the North Dorms, dessert, finishing film paper, going to the darkroom, semiformal dance, final SFS presentation, and a good night's sleep.
So I'm going to get on that =).
If, on a winter's night a traveler outside the town of Malbork, leaning from a steep slope without fear of wind or vertigo, looks down into the gathering shadow...on the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon around an empty grave, what story there awaits its end? -italo calvino
Friday, December 12, 2003
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Today Blows, a Pseudo-scientific Proof
and it started off so well, for several reasons: it was 60 degrees outside, so not only did I get to wear flipflops, but my fun grey skirt. Had several Marilyn Monroe-esque moments on this windy afternoon which were fun. However, these things were not enough to counteract the following crappy events which shall be hitherto enumerated.
1. Received yet another job rejection. Yes, I know the economy sucks, yes, I know you have 20% more applicants this year, yes, I suck and you don't want me.
2. Have nearly resigned myself to my boring mediocrity. I do a great many things passably well, but can't quite manage to excel at anything.
3. It dropped about 15 degrees while I was at class, so when I left to check my mail (and receive said "wedon'tlikeyouthea" letter) I froze my exposed tootsies right off.
4. Am inexplicably tired and achy in spite of *very* good night's sleep last night, and nearly fell asleep at work tonight in the athletic office whilst alphabetizing envelopes.
5. My room is in bad shape. I'm talking execrably messy, papers strewn everywhere, and long blonde hairs floating around due to our completely ineffectual air filter/ventilation system.
6. Need to do fucking laundry. Damn clean socks.
So I'm going to go shower, shut myself up in an exceedingly steamy cubicle for a little while, and think about my fantastic friends, both of whom I will see in a week. Some things never need to change. Some people, after having been there for you (okay, "me", but we're talking hypothetically here) through all the bad times and melodrama, make sharing the good times with them that much more special. A demure shoutout to Cambridge and Blacksburg, if you're listening.
1. Received yet another job rejection. Yes, I know the economy sucks, yes, I know you have 20% more applicants this year, yes, I suck and you don't want me.
2. Have nearly resigned myself to my boring mediocrity. I do a great many things passably well, but can't quite manage to excel at anything.
3. It dropped about 15 degrees while I was at class, so when I left to check my mail (and receive said "wedon'tlikeyouthea" letter) I froze my exposed tootsies right off.
4. Am inexplicably tired and achy in spite of *very* good night's sleep last night, and nearly fell asleep at work tonight in the athletic office whilst alphabetizing envelopes.
5. My room is in bad shape. I'm talking execrably messy, papers strewn everywhere, and long blonde hairs floating around due to our completely ineffectual air filter/ventilation system.
6. Need to do fucking laundry. Damn clean socks.
So I'm going to go shower, shut myself up in an exceedingly steamy cubicle for a little while, and think about my fantastic friends, both of whom I will see in a week. Some things never need to change. Some people, after having been there for you (okay, "me", but we're talking hypothetically here) through all the bad times and melodrama, make sharing the good times with them that much more special. A demure shoutout to Cambridge and Blacksburg, if you're listening.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Let the Madness Begin
Oh, yes, it's finals. The strange thing is that the actual volume of work that is required in the next 10 days is not all that excessive, but the relative importance of said work to my college career is quite weighty indeed. I'd like to have a thesis that I'm proud to defend, that above all else makes sense.
It's also, somewhat inconveniently, Oscar hopeful season, and LOTR III comes out really really really really soon. [read: I'm very psyched.]
I had also had the impression that I had something more relevant to say, but I guess I was just imagining that. It happens. To work, or not to work, that is truly the question.
It's also, somewhat inconveniently, Oscar hopeful season, and LOTR III comes out really really really really soon. [read: I'm very psyched.]
I had also had the impression that I had something more relevant to say, but I guess I was just imagining that. It happens. To work, or not to work, that is truly the question.
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Seminario
estudiante 1: "Y como vamos a a ser evaluado este semestre?"
profe: "con mucho cariño"
estudiante 2: "con mucho vino"
Went out to dinner last night, c/o the Haverford College Spanish Department with the rest of the Senior Sem peeps. It was so fun to hang out with the majors for a while, speak Spanish, and eat a nice meal at Mikado. Green tea icecream, sushi, and a good debate about Haverford College pedagogy and awkwardness. Apparently, the professors are all awkward too, so we really *do* have a unifying force in the community. Who knew?
The semester is winding down, and as we all know that means two things
1. paper writing
2. cookies
Not having spent all that much time in the ol' apartment lately, the cookie baking has been on hold, a tragedy which I intend to remedy shortly, now that we have groceries again for the first time since Thanksgiving (yes, we're that lazy).
Fun weekends, fun weeknights, what in the world is my life coming to? Maybe I should be a little more concerned with my work... then again, maybe not.
estudiante 1: "Y como vamos a a ser evaluado este semestre?"
profe: "con mucho cariño"
estudiante 2: "con mucho vino"
Went out to dinner last night, c/o the Haverford College Spanish Department with the rest of the Senior Sem peeps. It was so fun to hang out with the majors for a while, speak Spanish, and eat a nice meal at Mikado. Green tea icecream, sushi, and a good debate about Haverford College pedagogy and awkwardness. Apparently, the professors are all awkward too, so we really *do* have a unifying force in the community. Who knew?
The semester is winding down, and as we all know that means two things
1. paper writing
2. cookies
Not having spent all that much time in the ol' apartment lately, the cookie baking has been on hold, a tragedy which I intend to remedy shortly, now that we have groceries again for the first time since Thanksgiving (yes, we're that lazy).
Fun weekends, fun weeknights, what in the world is my life coming to? Maybe I should be a little more concerned with my work... then again, maybe not.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
And the Drama Continues
I have finished with my anal, self-suffering, overly-involved power point presentation, and yes folks, all of the graphic elements have been placed to my satisfaction. In other words, I made Power Point my bitch. In some sick part of my soul, I enjoyed being able to show my creative side a little bit. A very small, small part of me.
As I walked around campus this morning, color-printed presentation grasped firmly in frozen hands ($.75 a page, are you kidding?), a fat, belligerent squirrel chatter/hissed at me from atop a dumpster next to the field house. Please, Mr. Rodent, can I steal your putrescent garbage? Yes, that's right, get angry at me, I have central heating and baked goods and you're gorging yourself on acorns so you don't DIE this winter. Mmmwaaahahahahahah. [evil laugh] It's really all about the little things in life, right?
And speaking of bitterness...the amarga quotient is dropping rapidly. I'm not talking puffy pink clouds and all that shit, but we're most definitely down to milk chocolate range: 45-50%. Or perhaps I should clarify; while I might not be solid dark chocolate any more, it has come to my attention that the composed and tempered outer coating is melting a bit, and cracking as it goes. Think: melting peppermint patty (one of my all-time favorite-est candies). Sure, you get around the bittersweet chocolate on the outside to the sweet minty filling, but it's messy as hell in the process and usually ends up cracking.
Or maybe I'm just obsessing because my stash of said confection has just run out, and should refrain from all further use of sweet metaphors in reference to my personality. I think that's a good idea. Let's go watch some O.C. now that I have kicked Chemistry's ass. That's a good idea too.
As I walked around campus this morning, color-printed presentation grasped firmly in frozen hands ($.75 a page, are you kidding?), a fat, belligerent squirrel chatter/hissed at me from atop a dumpster next to the field house. Please, Mr. Rodent, can I steal your putrescent garbage? Yes, that's right, get angry at me, I have central heating and baked goods and you're gorging yourself on acorns so you don't DIE this winter. Mmmwaaahahahahahah. [evil laugh] It's really all about the little things in life, right?
And speaking of bitterness...the amarga quotient is dropping rapidly. I'm not talking puffy pink clouds and all that shit, but we're most definitely down to milk chocolate range: 45-50%. Or perhaps I should clarify; while I might not be solid dark chocolate any more, it has come to my attention that the composed and tempered outer coating is melting a bit, and cracking as it goes. Think: melting peppermint patty (one of my all-time favorite-est candies). Sure, you get around the bittersweet chocolate on the outside to the sweet minty filling, but it's messy as hell in the process and usually ends up cracking.
Or maybe I'm just obsessing because my stash of said confection has just run out, and should refrain from all further use of sweet metaphors in reference to my personality. I think that's a good idea. Let's go watch some O.C. now that I have kicked Chemistry's ass. That's a good idea too.
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
It's Freezing
No really, I'm serious. I'm also serious about the fact that I've got a ton of shit to do in the next two weeks. It dawned on me today, in the middle of Senior Sem for Spanish that our final project is due a mere week from today. Oops.
Another sagacious revelation: ditto for CompLit, five days later. Next week is going to be, shall we say, interesting. Dammit, and I wanted to have fun on Saturday.
In the meantime, I wonder why my baking skills seem to have deserted me (ha, get it? dessert-ed?), and have ruined several attempts at dessert. I think that my somewhat distracted mental state has effected my ability to function with even the modicum of efficiency on which I ordinarily maintain a tenuous grasp. It seems to have disappeared sometime around the end of October, for mysterious reasons.
I also miss my cat. That's tangential, I know.
Also tangential, if veracious, is my delight at having the opportunity for some Alias this Sunday with the roomie, of whom I have not seen much of as of late.
But enough with the procrastination, on to more agreeable things. Such as sleep.
No really, I'm serious. I'm also serious about the fact that I've got a ton of shit to do in the next two weeks. It dawned on me today, in the middle of Senior Sem for Spanish that our final project is due a mere week from today. Oops.
Another sagacious revelation: ditto for CompLit, five days later. Next week is going to be, shall we say, interesting. Dammit, and I wanted to have fun on Saturday.
In the meantime, I wonder why my baking skills seem to have deserted me (ha, get it? dessert-ed?), and have ruined several attempts at dessert. I think that my somewhat distracted mental state has effected my ability to function with even the modicum of efficiency on which I ordinarily maintain a tenuous grasp. It seems to have disappeared sometime around the end of October, for mysterious reasons.
I also miss my cat. That's tangential, I know.
Also tangential, if veracious, is my delight at having the opportunity for some Alias this Sunday with the roomie, of whom I have not seen much of as of late.
But enough with the procrastination, on to more agreeable things. Such as sleep.
Monday, December 01, 2003
mooooonday
bleh. thesis-ifying is much more difficult to concentrate on than previously anticipated. luckily, today is much better than yesterday, when i had the attention span of a 6 year old child. yes, i painted my nails, when to the farmers' market, and rearranged my binders, but how much work did i *actually* get done? not much. 2 weeks left of class. yikes.
bleh. thesis-ifying is much more difficult to concentrate on than previously anticipated. luckily, today is much better than yesterday, when i had the attention span of a 6 year old child. yes, i painted my nails, when to the farmers' market, and rearranged my binders, but how much work did i *actually* get done? not much. 2 weeks left of class. yikes.
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