Well Howdy Doody Folks, Good Morning, Afternoon and Night times about a million, because it has indeed been so long since we last spoke and on an unrelated note what does and enlarged spleen feel like?
Yes, I'm still puttering around here at school. I can't exactly be bothered to see when I last posted because, well, I'm lazy, but I can do a small round up of the past month just to give a sort of all-encompassing view of important matters from Late December to nowish.
Break was nice, flight back was hell, and classes have started up again- I'm nearly on top of all my work (thank the lord) but currently suffering from dust allergies and some soreness on account of a session with a rogue elliptical that got a tad out of hand. But, well, that's not so important.
Classes this semester include (and yes, I know you all know, but this is for my own personal cataloguing purposes)
A Freshman Writing Seminar (bit late yeah?) based on Virginia Woolf's A Room Of One's Own and acts essentially as an Highschool Honors English class taught by a Women's Studies Major who upon a first meeting reminds one distinctly of a Cathy cartoon character (Let's think enormous curly blond hair, enthusiastic wardrobe, a laugh rivaled in uncouth vulgarity only by a cat's action of coughing up a furball, and- yes I will say it but I don't mean to be rude- crossed eyes).
A riveting -yet occasionally frightening for the amount of information it imparts- Ancient Greek Archaeology course.
A not as riveting but suitable entertaining Biological Anthropology course on Human Origins. Who knew Primates were so interesting? Absolutely no sarcasm there. Hurrah Hurrah have found my major! (Haven't declared but I'm fairly sure)
Finally, a Religion course entitled Western Religious Tradition which, while surely interesting in the way the professor resembles Robin Williams' long lost twin brother, wears turquoise skinny jeans, hiking boots and yamulkes, and speaks in epic biblical voices, has yet to yield some vital knowledge.
Right so apart from that load of fun, I'm desperately trying to get back into some extracurriculars- may or may not include my monumental and certainly long awaited return to Pagan Club. Other, more realistic options include Amnesty International and/or Unicef, Photography club and maybe a pitiful attempt at taking up knitting again. We shall see.
Ahh well see? I've already run out of... what is it called? artistic mayonnaise. Something like that. Indeed, I've made too many creativity sandwiches. Or perhaps my jar was never that full. To extend the metaphor. Which I seem to be especially good at lately.
Ugggh more later I have to go WebMD my condition.
Monday, February 08, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Lament For an iPod
Yes, the rumors are true. My loyal ipod finally gave out after a good 6 year run. Lasted through countless plane trips, a handful of drops from significant heights onto the kitchen tiles, a few well-intended but removed stickers and three pairs of headphones.
So it died, and I replaced it with an iPod touch, to be named Westley. Last name coming soon.
Quick updates.
Yes, I think I went this whole break without posting anything new. I leave tomorrow night for Vassar, starting to get nervous about the flight. thinking of downloading a movie to watch? Possibly. Although it is jet blue, so I will have my own little screen, hopefully.
Umm.. what else is new?
Oof I can't really think of anything, and I'm packing, so I think I will just come up with something later. At least we all know I am still alive.
So it died, and I replaced it with an iPod touch, to be named Westley. Last name coming soon.
Quick updates.
Yes, I think I went this whole break without posting anything new. I leave tomorrow night for Vassar, starting to get nervous about the flight. thinking of downloading a movie to watch? Possibly. Although it is jet blue, so I will have my own little screen, hopefully.
Umm.. what else is new?
Oof I can't really think of anything, and I'm packing, so I think I will just come up with something later. At least we all know I am still alive.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Caulifornia? (Say it Arnie!)
Alrighty, so due to popular demand (well, that might be an optimistic interpretation of the situation at hand, but whatever), I'm posting my last Vassar post of 2009.
Excitement! Yes that means I'll be going home in approximately 3 hours (flight in 8 hours) but that doesn't mean I'm not nervous as hell and about to spontaneously combust.
Well. You know how I am.
Much packing (amongst spastic list making and other things) occurred last night. I now have filled one very large and very awkward suitcase (think bulging with tiny wheels and a a handle about three feet off the floor) (I'm hoping I will see the humor in this when I drag it through Grand Central station) (I've learned to see the humor in lots of things). I am also considering the dreaded but oh-so-helpful rolling carry-on, but the luggage logistics have yet to be resolved. But for now, I am blogging and the world does not exist.
I am bringing my three million pound Dan Brown book with me. Is this a mistake? What will I do if I read it on the plane and I get to an action scene and my hands start to profusely sweat as I begin to really feel what Robert Langdon is feeling, to understand his anxiety, feel his adrenaline racing through my own veins!?
I've officially extracted my brain from skull. Don't worry about any more strange, nerves-induced poetic sounding jargon for the rest of this post.
Anyways, so in the topic of going home: I am very excited to be there and see everyone and do everything, but at the same time I cannot imagine leaving Vassar. I has only been three months, which in the long run is so not a big deal- but it's the three months that really count. And boy, let me just say they count.
Alright, I have to get to packing now, and cleaning. Wish me luck in my epic excursion to the West Coast!
Excitement! Yes that means I'll be going home in approximately 3 hours (flight in 8 hours) but that doesn't mean I'm not nervous as hell and about to spontaneously combust.
Well. You know how I am.
Much packing (amongst spastic list making and other things) occurred last night. I now have filled one very large and very awkward suitcase (think bulging with tiny wheels and a a handle about three feet off the floor) (I'm hoping I will see the humor in this when I drag it through Grand Central station) (I've learned to see the humor in lots of things). I am also considering the dreaded but oh-so-helpful rolling carry-on, but the luggage logistics have yet to be resolved. But for now, I am blogging and the world does not exist.
I am bringing my three million pound Dan Brown book with me. Is this a mistake? What will I do if I read it on the plane and I get to an action scene and my hands start to profusely sweat as I begin to really feel what Robert Langdon is feeling, to understand his anxiety, feel his adrenaline racing through my own veins!?
I've officially extracted my brain from skull. Don't worry about any more strange, nerves-induced poetic sounding jargon for the rest of this post.
Anyways, so in the topic of going home: I am very excited to be there and see everyone and do everything, but at the same time I cannot imagine leaving Vassar. I has only been three months, which in the long run is so not a big deal- but it's the three months that really count. And boy, let me just say they count.
Alright, I have to get to packing now, and cleaning. Wish me luck in my epic excursion to the West Coast!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
So So Burlesque
What is with the college age population's numerous attemts to recreate themselves as Lady Gaga?
I'm so confused. I always considered pants mandatory, but they are apparently a thing of the past.
So, attempting biology studying for the Final of DEATH. Not joking. I'm almost positive this final will be the deciding factor on my grade (fail, not fail).
In other news, I realize I've been almost completely anti-social this semester. By that I mean, I signed up for a bunch of interesting clubs but attended none. Even Pagan Circle Joke Time has passed by the wayside. I received a very stressing email from them last night. Something about no one showing up for a rendition of Beowulf and Grendel with hot cocoa. I was busy, but did feel the need to attend. Apparently there is going to be some kind of mystical ritual next week. They didn't say anything in the email as to what kind of ritual, so I'm a little terrified of the possibility of a virgin sacrifice. I own no white dresses. slash would not care to be sacrificed by Vassar Pagan circle. (Satanic priest OK).
What else? Oh. I'm leaving for home on the 17th!! Ridiculously excited, but to be honest, not particularly looking forward to the shuttle, train, bus, and plane situation. I am quite the pleasant travel partner, but alone am typically the most neurotic and stressed I've ever been. I really don't know how to stress this fact. I cannot stand planes. Cannot. Seven hours might just kill me. (PS since when did it become 7 hours to get to SF?)
Ahh well I should study more. But I'm going to try to stay up for Primal Scream tonight because finals do indeed start tomorrow. They are also holding a midnight breakfast, but I'm personally not feeling DC-flavor at the moment.
Also as of recently I don't feel like divulging particularly interesting details of my life, as apparently people have been actually reading my blog.
Hmm.
I think I have the SWINE
I'm so confused. I always considered pants mandatory, but they are apparently a thing of the past.
So, attempting biology studying for the Final of DEATH. Not joking. I'm almost positive this final will be the deciding factor on my grade (fail, not fail).
In other news, I realize I've been almost completely anti-social this semester. By that I mean, I signed up for a bunch of interesting clubs but attended none. Even Pagan Circle Joke Time has passed by the wayside. I received a very stressing email from them last night. Something about no one showing up for a rendition of Beowulf and Grendel with hot cocoa. I was busy, but did feel the need to attend. Apparently there is going to be some kind of mystical ritual next week. They didn't say anything in the email as to what kind of ritual, so I'm a little terrified of the possibility of a virgin sacrifice. I own no white dresses. slash would not care to be sacrificed by Vassar Pagan circle. (Satanic priest OK).
What else? Oh. I'm leaving for home on the 17th!! Ridiculously excited, but to be honest, not particularly looking forward to the shuttle, train, bus, and plane situation. I am quite the pleasant travel partner, but alone am typically the most neurotic and stressed I've ever been. I really don't know how to stress this fact. I cannot stand planes. Cannot. Seven hours might just kill me. (PS since when did it become 7 hours to get to SF?)
Ahh well I should study more. But I'm going to try to stay up for Primal Scream tonight because finals do indeed start tomorrow. They are also holding a midnight breakfast, but I'm personally not feeling DC-flavor at the moment.
Also as of recently I don't feel like divulging particularly interesting details of my life, as apparently people have been actually reading my blog.
Hmm.
I think I have the SWINE
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Jovial Giants
Hey now.
I know I should be studying for the quiz I have in 45 minutes, and researching frozen food, and researching the ancient churches of Ethiopia, but I'm actually in such a good mood that the thought of all those projects and papers isn't even weighing me down (that much).
No idea why, but I am just generally cheerier today. Woke up at the butt-crack of dawn to get ready for my presentation in Bio. Not even sure how it went, but I think now that my brain sees the start of this ridiculous sequence of final events, it realizes that the hell is almost over, and the thought of going home trumps all the bad things right now. Really, small things that are minimally good (finishing presentation, getting my music off my ipod, sharing music with people, listening to Star Trek soundtrack, my new purple sweater) just makes me disproportionally happier than they should.
Ahh well I simply thought I should catalogue this rare moment in time and preserve it as a life support device for the harsh and terrible times to come!
I know I should be studying for the quiz I have in 45 minutes, and researching frozen food, and researching the ancient churches of Ethiopia, but I'm actually in such a good mood that the thought of all those projects and papers isn't even weighing me down (that much).
No idea why, but I am just generally cheerier today. Woke up at the butt-crack of dawn to get ready for my presentation in Bio. Not even sure how it went, but I think now that my brain sees the start of this ridiculous sequence of final events, it realizes that the hell is almost over, and the thought of going home trumps all the bad things right now. Really, small things that are minimally good (finishing presentation, getting my music off my ipod, sharing music with people, listening to Star Trek soundtrack, my new purple sweater) just makes me disproportionally happier than they should.
Ahh well I simply thought I should catalogue this rare moment in time and preserve it as a life support device for the harsh and terrible times to come!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thank Buddha.
I'm sitting alone in the 3 tower common room, blogging and and listening to Feliz Navidad.
Could this possibly get more pathetic? Oh, right, it doesn't exactly help that I'm attempting to catch up on 5 chapters of biology.
I've forgotten, is it attractively kitschy or actually plain old desperate to listen to Christmas-music before December? Hang on...is that what I think it is? A Beach Boys rendition of Frosty the Snowman? And a horrific Andrea Bocelli/Muppets collaboration on Jingle Bells? Oh my god!
What have I gotten myself into?
So, to recap- the rumors are true! It's officially Christmas Season. This means, according to our beloved (lite rock, less talk!) 96.5 KOIT radio, not only"The most wonderful time of the year" as well as "parties for hosting / Marshmallows for toasting / And caroling out in the snow" but also finals, term papers, presentations, long train/bus/plane rides home and leaving Vassar.
Well to be quite honest, I'm getting the homesick-bug more often now, especially when they continually insist on playing "I'll Be Home for Christmas".
Although I must say I am looking forward to the moment my Jet Blue flight touches down in SFO at 10:44 pm, and I see the freeway soaring away into the distance towards the city. So Dramatic!
Yesterday I headed down to the City to see the Macy's Day parade. I think I can sum the trip up in a few key statistics.
Woke up: 3:30 am.
Waited for Taxi in the cold: 30 mins
Street for parade viewing: 72nd
Level of Claustrophobia: Mosh-Pit
Children in Close Proximity: approx 800
Crying Children: approx 799.5
Vomiting Children: 2 (parents who cared: 0)
Subway rides: 4
Hot Dogs: 2
Famous People: 2 (Jimmy Fallon and Katharine McPhee?)
Touristy Moments: infinite.
Overall fairly successful. My only qualm was that I didn't have a Thanksgiving dinner, but I'm not crazy about Turkey in the first place. We had a less than decent Acropolis meal. There were a surprising number of people there for Thanksgiving dinner, but I suppose it's easier than cooking an entire meal.
But about now, I'm starting to realize (again) how much work I have to do, and how close it is to home time! First though, I have to research lampreys, which are legitimately vampire-eels.
Oh, speaking of which, I saw New Moon. Not much to say on the topic, but here is a little Mark Morford (with whom I am much too obsessed) ditty, Yeti Crabs Kill Vampires Dead, and the slightly older Let the Vampire Backlash Begin!
Finally, because I know I posted Scottish Man's Thanksgiving Tyrade last year, I will post it again.
Okay, so it's Thanksgiving Eve, and it's similar to last year's show but it's good!
Alright. That's about it.
Could this possibly get more pathetic? Oh, right, it doesn't exactly help that I'm attempting to catch up on 5 chapters of biology.
I've forgotten, is it attractively kitschy or actually plain old desperate to listen to Christmas-music before December? Hang on...is that what I think it is? A Beach Boys rendition of Frosty the Snowman? And a horrific Andrea Bocelli/Muppets collaboration on Jingle Bells? Oh my god!
What have I gotten myself into?
So, to recap- the rumors are true! It's officially Christmas Season. This means, according to our beloved (lite rock, less talk!) 96.5 KOIT radio, not only"The most wonderful time of the year" as well as "parties for hosting / Marshmallows for toasting / And caroling out in the snow" but also finals, term papers, presentations, long train/bus/plane rides home and leaving Vassar.
Well to be quite honest, I'm getting the homesick-bug more often now, especially when they continually insist on playing "I'll Be Home for Christmas".
Although I must say I am looking forward to the moment my Jet Blue flight touches down in SFO at 10:44 pm, and I see the freeway soaring away into the distance towards the city. So Dramatic!
Yesterday I headed down to the City to see the Macy's Day parade. I think I can sum the trip up in a few key statistics.
Woke up: 3:30 am.
Waited for Taxi in the cold: 30 mins
Street for parade viewing: 72nd
Level of Claustrophobia: Mosh-Pit
Children in Close Proximity: approx 800
Crying Children: approx 799.5
Vomiting Children: 2 (parents who cared: 0)
Subway rides: 4
Hot Dogs: 2
Famous People: 2 (Jimmy Fallon and Katharine McPhee?)
Touristy Moments: infinite.
Overall fairly successful. My only qualm was that I didn't have a Thanksgiving dinner, but I'm not crazy about Turkey in the first place. We had a less than decent Acropolis meal. There were a surprising number of people there for Thanksgiving dinner, but I suppose it's easier than cooking an entire meal.
But about now, I'm starting to realize (again) how much work I have to do, and how close it is to home time! First though, I have to research lampreys, which are legitimately vampire-eels.
Oh, speaking of which, I saw New Moon. Not much to say on the topic, but here is a little Mark Morford (with whom I am much too obsessed) ditty, Yeti Crabs Kill Vampires Dead, and the slightly older Let the Vampire Backlash Begin!
Finally, because I know I posted Scottish Man's Thanksgiving Tyrade last year, I will post it again.
Okay, so it's Thanksgiving Eve, and it's similar to last year's show but it's good!
Alright. That's about it.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Nope Nope Nope.
Are you kidding me, Poughkeepsie?
Ancient Radiators, Dunkin Donuts, DEER HUNTING SEASON?
Oh, Poughkeepsie. What were you thinking?
I honestly just got an email from Campus Security alerting me to the start of deer hunting season, and that by no means should I attempt to kill deer on campus, nor partake in extensive outdoor activities for the next three weeks, so as not to be mistaken by a deer and consequently slaughtered.
Dunkin' Donuts? Still havent' been. Don't want to. Actually, I did try a "Munchkin", aka donut hole, from after my Rocky Horror devirginization. (Did I mention this? Golden-Spandexed-Golden-Boy eating munchkins off my (fully clothed) crotch?) But otherwise, no Dunkins has taken place. People keep trying to explain to me (Amy, SVA) what it's all about, and I think I understand that it is like a donut place that also sells other fast foods. There is no West Coast equivalent. Hmm.
Radiators. They have radiators here. They bang and hiss during class when I'm talking so that I'm drowned out and either have to scream or wait until it's done having a little fit so I can talk. Quite irritating. Also, why the hell do they not have real heaters?
So many incomprehensible things! How will I ever cope?! Pushing Daisies or Biology? Pushing Daisies or Biology......
Ancient Radiators, Dunkin Donuts, DEER HUNTING SEASON?
Oh, Poughkeepsie. What were you thinking?
I honestly just got an email from Campus Security alerting me to the start of deer hunting season, and that by no means should I attempt to kill deer on campus, nor partake in extensive outdoor activities for the next three weeks, so as not to be mistaken by a deer and consequently slaughtered.
Dunkin' Donuts? Still havent' been. Don't want to. Actually, I did try a "Munchkin", aka donut hole, from after my Rocky Horror devirginization. (Did I mention this? Golden-Spandexed-Golden-Boy eating munchkins off my (fully clothed) crotch?) But otherwise, no Dunkins has taken place. People keep trying to explain to me (Amy, SVA) what it's all about, and I think I understand that it is like a donut place that also sells other fast foods. There is no West Coast equivalent. Hmm.
Radiators. They have radiators here. They bang and hiss during class when I'm talking so that I'm drowned out and either have to scream or wait until it's done having a little fit so I can talk. Quite irritating. Also, why the hell do they not have real heaters?
So many incomprehensible things! How will I ever cope?! Pushing Daisies or Biology? Pushing Daisies or Biology......
