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Hey, I've moved over to: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tv_lurker. And my current email is: cyanmeems@gmail.com
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| Home again Home again |
[05 Aug 2007|08:56pm] |
Here I am in DC again. Almost five months later, well really twelve since I could post with any regularity.
No, I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Or even, tomorrow yet. Isn't life exciting/terrifying? So, here is love note about the things that I seem to have missed
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Hi, Livejournal!
You all have been busy on the internets since I was gone...
Items of note:
1. The You Tube Democratic debate.
2. The tragic deterioration of several young celebrities so-called lives.
2. The epic commercial literary event of the century.
4. The of several 7-Eleven's into something much much better.
5. The implosion of some of your more interesting corners here on lj....
I've missed you.
:)me
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[18 May 2006|09:57pm] |
My laptop:
"Operating System not found"
Me: Jesus H. Christ! I have to resubmit shit to JVC in the next couple of days, too. Dammit.
>>I hereby donate any remaining exam luck to insptr_penguin.
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[01 May 2006|06:09pm] |
So. College is ending. Really soon. This is what my calendar tells me at least. And you know what? I'm glad. I really am--because this people-being-stressed-out and simultaneously needing to finish every! single! thing! is getting old.
Although, from what I hear, that's what real life is like too.
Oh, the irony.
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| One of *those* moments |
[30 Apr 2006|11:04pm] |
There I was...wandering along on my merry way to Mass.
Passing by the alumni house, I notice that there is an event happening...something with barbershop music. I am smart, and don't cut *through* the alumni house grounds like I usually do, because I don't want scary alumni to chase after me with their white wine and cheese and crackers.
So, a car pulls up beside me. Not v. sketchy, because I figure it is a lost alumni wanting to ask for directions.
Guy in the driver's seat is, in fact, 20ish. He rolls down the window and smiles asking "So, you ready for that Eastern European exam?"
Uh, wha? I am not, nor have I EVER taken an Eastern European class.
Politely inform guy of this fact.
He says "No, wait, don't you sit in the front of my class?"
"Nope. Sorry."
"Okay, well then good luck on your other exams."
"Thanks."
He drives off. I shrug, and continue on to Mass.
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| Non-blowout |
[29 Apr 2006|08:48pm] |
Last day of classes....was on Thursday, for me, at least.
But the tomfoolery of everyone else carried on into Friday. Hey, tradition is tradition...how else would we know when to TP the trees in front of the UC?
Everything seemed anti-climactic and random...
I rung the bell with Jen H and Kevin from the J. House (who say "Hi" to you, fenlings.
I went to dinner in the gardens with Kate, who seemed to be recovering from her own bout of hiding-in-the-room, and had fun staring at all the cops who were all aggressively wearing their hats and sunglasses to protect us from the unspecified threat that had been floating around the webmails.
Kate et al. then had an extra seat for me at the Gentlemen concert. That was funny and sad, at the same time. Them and their ties (who knew you could get a Che Guevara tie?) and their "people in the neighborhood" skits. V. cute. But, wow, I always forget how "Loch Lomond" makes me tear up.
Will dragged me to a very loud Pancake House.
slimwhistler crashed with me and watched a lovely episode of West Wing. (squees quietly) Feel better, honey.
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[25 Apr 2006|12:12am] |
Quote of the day:
From the awesome movie "Kissing Jessica Stein", which I watched with slimwhistler, who is also awesome.
Question: "What do you do to be happy?"
Answer: "Nothing. I'm not."
Had to admit to myself tonight, again that I have never had a significant other. *sigh*
In other news, ze happy pills make laundry interesting :)
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[14 Apr 2006|11:59pm] |
So. Hi, world at large.
It's nice to know that you're still out there. Maybe more stressed, maybe kind of busy, maybe a little fandom-obsessed...that's good.
Let me tell you now that it is Good Friday. Or it was until just a minute ago. I go to Mass and I see wonderful people whom I love and respect. People who write me references, and give me hugs, and inspire me. They are all good people. Even our priest, who preaches homilies without even looking at the congregation, he's funny. He watches the Simpsons. And I love this community. Or Lori, she shared a room with me when I came back to school after medical withdrawal. She's really quiet and self-deprecating. But if you catch her at the right moment, she will tease you about napping during the middle of the day from here until the clean-up after Sunday supper. But.
Then I come back here. And I turn on my TV, and cruise the internet. And I can't stop loving the subversive. The really good Xmen slash fiction where Charles and Erik are lovers post concentration-camp, and it feels like canon. Or the fandom wank where someone just popped Godwin's Law. Or wondering whether House and Wilson will actually get together on next week's episode.
How do I integrate that?
Dude. I am going to *suck* at the "simple life" next year.
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[21 Mar 2006|01:25pm] |
Today is better, if rainy and cold. I called the G-rents in St. Louis to check in, and they have some snow on the ground.
>>Winter will never surrender<<
Anyway. My roommate found this video of bulldozers (?) doing ballet. Thought everyone might enjoy.
Also Ze pirate boykissage in realtime It's like a car-wreck, you can't bear to not look!
Finally: Might be able to write a final paper about BSG and social commentary and terrorism. Whee!
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[20 Mar 2006|05:49pm] |
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
Missed opportunities.
Uncertain future.
Panic attack in the parking lot.
No funding. No FUNDING.
What the hell was I thinking?
Dammit. Dammit. Dammmit. Dammit.
I <3 slimwhistler, because she took me to Drag Ball.
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| Life Is Busy Like Whoa, Dude |
[13 Mar 2006|05:31pm] |
Spring break was both fantastic and scary at the same time, without involving, y'know, blood or anything.
Love to: Everyone who went to Olive Garden, my "Walk the Line" companion, my beloved sister, and all.
All fannish pursuits have ground to a halt while I finish all these goddamned applications. Except for fenlings vid, because it is awesome even in it's unfinished state.
The IAAC is apparently serving as conduit of "crisis management" for our lovely Dean. Not that I don't mind the attention.
slimwhistler is so wonderful.
I hate hate hate hate papers. Good thing I'm graduating.
That is all.
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[27 Feb 2006|10:09pm] |
So:
Third IAAC (Inter-Abilities Action Coalition) meeting. At this point, I am taking pride in the fact that the student-oriented disability organization is more...uh...I guess the word would be focused than its administrative counterpart. Maybe?
The official "grown up" board meeting ('scuse me, this is the Disability Awareness Committee and Advisory Board) last week boiled down to:
( campus police have my schedule )
slimwhistler, tell me I'm just a freaking out. Please?
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| today's random site... |
[15 Feb 2006|06:10pm] |
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Due South *manga*? Well, actually not manga, just the characters drawn manga-style. Cute! (Favorite pairing seems to be BF/RV, although I personally am enamoured of the occasional rubber ducky appearances.) Check it out here.
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[23 Jan 2006|07:16pm] |
Hello, all.
I am back at school and actually doing my reading *gasp*. slimwhister and I have been steeped in WWI history and imagery for our War and Memory class. (Thanks again for letting me borrow the book, hon!)
Anyway, I stumbled across a beautiful passage in which Osbert Sitwell compares the soldiers in the trench to Christ.
( as follows )
Creepy yet fascinating, no?
God, I will never finish all my reading.
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[07 Jan 2006|11:59am] |
It's like the flu....
OK, so I have now had romantical dreams about someone whom I thought was a ex-crush two nights in a row now. I am confused.
Is my subconcious trying to tell me to rewind my love life? Uh. Not possible.
Is my subconcious telling me to move on with my love life? Uh. Difficult.
Is it possible that I have spent waaaaaaaaaay too much time navel-gazing in the past couple of days and need to stop comparing myself with others? A distinct possibility.
Unfortunately, I have now transferred my affections to the Numb3rs drama and the sexy super-geek, Charlie, played by David Krumholtz. Hopefully, this is just a phase, and I can get back to lusting from afar (after real people) once school starts again.
Just in case, though, I will take "The Santa Clause" with me to slimwhistler's house so that we can squee appropriately over him.
I am a sad, sad little girl.
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| Surrendering with a passion |
[05 Jan 2006|10:54am] |
So, yesterday, I had to go to the dentist. Ick. I hate the dentist. I am uncomfortable with any professional who doesn't know you and makes judgements about you based on one personal aspect of you.
So I haven't worn my retainer. So sue me. I didn't think I was going to live to 22. Bah.
Anyway, I had telephoned the wonderful, hyperactive, all-comforting Rosie to go shopping with me at Hechts. For those of you who don't know her, Rosie is kind of like my Mom with two times the energy, zero children, and a style entirely her own. Even though I *hate* shopping, she said there was an enormous sale, and I am feeling a distinct lack in my wardrobe.
I surrender to the welcoming presence and drive of the Rosie.
We shop for two hours, my feet are killing me, but I have a number of wearable items that are *cute* even. Shopping Success, people. Nothing beats it.
And then, Rosie is driving me home, and mentions she is going to Noelle S. to dye her hair for a wedding on the weekend. I say I have been thinking of dyeing my hair, kind of vaguely. Rosie jumps on this and says we should highlight *my* hair with the remainder of her bottle (light auburn). Um, ooookay.
I surrender again, but this time to Rosie and the overwhelming presence of Mrs. S. who is like Rosie in temperament but has had nine children and completely, benevolently dominates innocent bystanders who fall in her path. Put the two of them together and they are a Force of Nature.
An hour and a half later, I am sitting at the S. family table with half a plastic bag over my head, while Rosie skillfully pulls strands of hair through holes that I have made in the plastic bag with a pair of scissors. (The original plan involved a shower cap and a hole puncher. Hah.)
In walks Philip S. who has to be one of the most gorgeous people on the planet, ordinarily striking me dumb with self-consciousness. I am vaguely amused, instead. He teases me saying that the plastic bag look is good on me. I say it's the new bag-lady look.
Rosie and Mrs. S. hustle me into the bathroom to apply the dye, and spend all of this time arguing about various things and gossiping about relatives. I decide meek is a good look on me.
I arrive at home, ready to collapse with exhaustion BUT I have a bag full of Hecht's goodies and sort of vaguely orange-ish hair which doesn't look half-bad and feels wonderful. Yay.
For information on surrendering (but primarily to God), please contact supatofu.
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[04 Jan 2006|12:00am] |
NEW BSG ON FRIDAY. WOOT!
My friend, Will, calls Battlestar Galactica "Jews in Space", because he is most interested in the religious metaphors of the plot--even though these "lost tribes" are clearly polytheistic.
Anyway, I just realized that unlike most of my other obsessions--read: secret shame--BSG is something I regularly share with other people, and I won't be at school to share
Sadness. But it looks like puck8503 might marathon something with me over the weekend. Wheeee.
I've have seen Season One including the guest appearance with Callum Keith Rennie, as the terrorist cylon. That episode was so powerful by itself, and then too see CKR on screen with his experimental hair and frenetic ramblings translated into religious extremism..um...yes, perhaps I went a bit hyper? Oh wow. Amazingness.
In other news: Doctors suck. Claire is going back to school on Saturday and I haven't seen her. And I haven't told my Dad about my GPA.
And Anna was crying about Helen G. today. I know it's none of my business, but I wish I could fix it. I can't believe that after being friends for so long it could just be over like that. We have a picture of the two of them as wispy-headed babies on our fridge. I swear, if anyone else hurting my sister like that I would kick their ass. But Helen is like a sister, too.
It's like being a participant observer. You can watch and empathize, but don't cross that fine line without being very clear on the consequences.
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