. . . . . entries for 31.7.06 . . . . .
Today was odd, and has been shaped entirely around the event of my doctor's appointment. (So far, anyway. As any high school kid knows, around this time of the evening, my day has only just begun. MWAHAHAHAHA!)
Went to the health complex building, saw Dr. Wong, was told that the 18-month-old bruises hanging about on my legs aren't the symptom of some life-threatening illness. That's good, anyway, but I still wish I knew how to make them go away. He said they might be Mongolian spots (bruise-colored skin pigment), which I thought was an unlikely diagnosis but highly exciting nevertheless.
Anyway. In order to figure out if I have Mongolian spots or low platelet count or whatever, I had to get blood drawn. A lot of it, actually. I think I had like five of those little tubes drawn, which I'd guess (but really don't know) amounts to a cup or so of blood, poof, where'd it go, ACK WE CAN'T EVEN FILL YOUR BLOOD VESSELS UP ERIN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?
I didn't actually pass out. I just felt like I was going to. I had some orange juice and rested in the back of the phlebotomy lab for a while. Then we went to Friendly's and I ate a steak. I didn't know they even HAD steaks at Friendly's, but I do now.
I do so love being a teenaged girl.
Anyway. Then I went home, read a few pages of Going Postal (which makes me glow inside, you should all read it), and then slept. I slept on and off until 4-ish.
And now I am scheming. >.>
. . . . . entries for 30.7.06 . . . . .
I think that's a very pretty picture of me. In fact, I hardly want to post anything else ever again.
That was taken at Middlebury, which, by and large, I did find offputting. The place would probably be good for me, but gosh. . . such a Stepford campus I have not seen before or since.
I just got a slew of pictures. Some are of the effects of the recent flood on my backyard. I may or may not post some. I know a shot or two will probably crop up on my Myspace in short order.
Whenever I have something to blog about, I am too tired to actually blog about it, so I let it go and it slips my mind. I must stop doing this.
. . . . . entries for 29.7.06 . . . . .
I am back from Cornell! It was an adventure, and I'm not even being sarcastic. (Really. No, I'm actually not kidding. The Internet is such a terrible instrument for expressing tone.)
. . . anyway.
Yes. I should narrate some of my adventures, but right now, I am kind of zonked. So it shall wait. I hope I'll actually remember to do it. o.O
. . . . . entries for 27.7.06 . . . . .
So You Think You Can Dance? is a good reality show. I am a bit disgusted by it, but it's true.
Goodness. I watch TV. How silly.
My birthday present from Elle came! :D
WHO WANTS FOUR HUGS!?
I called! I have an appointment to speak with Dr. Tucker at 1:00 tomorrow! Huzzah!
Gosh, I have to get over my phone-phobia.
Calling Cornell today. I am nervous. And lazy and unwilling to do it and phone-phobic. Blaaaah.
. . . . . entries for 26.7.06 . . . . .
So my mom actually got me kind of excited about the damn college stuff again. I'm visiting Cornell on Friday and interviewing with the head of the new international agriculture and rural development major. I'm not sure if it's what I'm looking for, but then, that's what I'm trying to find out, now isn't it?
But Clark - Clark appears to be exactly what I'm looking for. A week from Monday, I am visiting Clark.
HOLY SHIT, am I ever applying to Clark University. O.O
Ack! I left my computer on because I was in the middle of writing a blog entry when I went out errand-running with Dad, and there was a power outage. The blog is gone!
Oh well. Here is an approximation of what I intended to write:
I am, indeed, reading Going Postal. Now that I am back in the Pratchett rhythm of life, I am reminded of the one man who denounced him in front of me: Andrew Glencross. He had come from Cambridge for to save our souls, or make us miserable for three weeks of Great Revolutions at yon Center for Talented Youth.
. . . seriously. Andrew Glencross. His name even SOUNDS like it belongs to an arrogant prick.
Anyway. He was smart, but a terrible teacher. He was very fond of "classical" English authors, and said that Pratchett's writing was trash. I almost cried.
And I am now reminded just WHY Andrew Glencross was a terrible person. Honestly. Terry Pratchett is wonderful.
. . . . . entries for 25.7.06 . . . . .
I am going to read Going Postal. I think it will help.
And I should be doing things, like putting away stuff from Chicago and doing laundry, but I feel stuck. I do not like it.
I think it may be due to college overload. It's all my life seems to be about. It's all anyone talks to me about. All of the novelty and wonder has been sapped out of it.
I feel pretty abjectly miserable today, and I do not know why.
I slept until really freakin' late today. o.O (Like, 2:30 late.)
. . . . . entries for 24.7.06 . . . . .
And my interview went well. I always think my interviews go well though. (By always I mean twice. But hey. Whatever. xD)
Middlebury College seemed a little Stepfordian. It probably thinks it is giving an impression of perfection, and that such an impression is not unsettling. I guess I'm just weird.
I really wish I were one of those kids who visits one school and is struck with "that something." So far I haven't really felt that kind of attraction for any one college, with the possible exception of American U; even that may have just been due to the fact that it was prospective day, so they were trying particularly hard to get everyone enthusiastic.
I'm kinda sleepy now. Long car rides to the Middle of Nowherebury will do that to you.
What do the Harry Potter characters think of you?
Cedric Diggory: Is so in love with you. He would kill for you. He is protective of you and he gets really jealous when you hang out with other guys.
Harry Potter: He likes you a lot. He just loves how you look, how sweet you are, and how smart you are. He always dreams of you and him together.
Ron Weasley: Thinks you are okay and really smart. You sometimes help him with his homework which he is grateful for.
Hermione Granger: Thinks you're extremely smart and wishes she could be you. You study with her all the time and you guys get along great.
Ginny Weasley: Doesn't really know you that much so she has no opinion on you.
Fred and George Weasley: Don't pay you any mind except for the occasional prank. They think you can't take a joke so they don't bother you too much.
Neville Longbottom: Thinks you are really smart and very nice. He always asks you for help with his homework.
Seamus Finnigan: Doesn't know you at all but has seen you play Quidditch and thinks you are pretty good.
Dean Thomas: Doesn't know you at all.
Oliver Wood: Thinks you are good opponent and have asked you out but Cedric beat him to you. He still likes you a lot and tries to show of to in Quidditch.
Cho Chang: Is really jealous that you are with Cedric, but it makes her mad that she has no other reason not to like you. She is also happy you are in her house because you're really good at Quidditch.
Luna Lovegood: Thinks you are very smart and always happy. She has never seen you without a smile on your face. She also thinks you are good at Quidditch.
Draco Malfoy: Thinks you are a goody-good. He thinks you'd be better in Slytherin. He really mind you that much though.
Pansy Parkinson: Has no reason to hate you or like you so she just doesn't pay you any mind.
Crabbe and Goyle: Don't really know you at all but they think you are very pretty.
Blaise Zabini: Thinks you are a know-it-all like Hermione. So he pretty much hates you.
Dumbledore: Thinks you are very smart and sweet. He wants you to be in the order to help defeat Voldemort.
McGonagall: Thinks you a joy to have in class she is always giving your house points because you answer most of the questions she asks.
Hagrid: Doesn't know you too well only except that you are pretty good with the animals.
Trelawney: Predicts someone close to you will die or be injured badly in the near future.
Dobby: Doesn't know you.
Sirius: Has only heard of you from Harry.
Voldemort: Is a little worried about you but not too much.
Your Boyfriend: Cedric Diggory
Your Best Friend: Hermione Granger
Your Enemy: No one really
Your House: Ravenclaw
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Not that anyone knew I was a nerd already or anything.
Also: this keyboard feels a little off, and I remember my room being considerably messier when I left it. Maybe I cleaned it more than I recall?
Wow. I'm back home and my screen resolution is way too low. Everything is big. TOO BIG! o.O (Naturally stuff on Cassie's laptop was too small, but still.)
Y'know, either place, here or Oak Park, ain't all that bad.
. . . . . entries for 23.7.06 . . . . .
This time tomorrow, I shall be home. I cordially invite you to cordially invite me to do something thrilling. :P
. . . . . entries for 21.7.06 . . . . .
I now have a new AIM screen name. If you have not yet acquired it from some other source (myspace or my old SN away message), then, uh. . . get it from me. Somehow. I have e-mail. And a phone. xD
You know, if nothing else, Dan Earle is good for recommending movies.
Hey. Most of you are liberal. Right?
. . . right?
Okay. So there are good Republicans. Like, social centrist ones. Like not psychotically "Compassionate Conservative" "Religious Right" "Freaking Asshole." THEY EXIST. I FOUND THEM.
. . . why aren't they the ones running the goddamn party!?
I think, when the majority or all of your dreams are about part of one's reality that is not actually reality (i.e. the Internet, a book, or a TV show about a sulky vampire), it demonstates that you have not spent enough time in the real reality. Y'get me?
Why yes, I am up at 7 (8 for you on the east coast) when I clearly do not have to be. I think it is just as silly as you do. o.O . . .
. . . . . entries for 20.7.06 . . . . .
Some of my readers may be asking: shit, Erin, what's with the sudden flurry of college-related posts? Here is the answer: I want to get a lot of my college-related junk done this summer so I can *gasp!* get a job during the school year. If I had a job, doing college apps on top of work and class would be damn near impossible. This "job" thing may be suicide, and it may be another instance of an empty promise made to myself and the Internet. I hope not. It is rather ridiculous that I haven't yet had a job.
If the Princeton website is not lying, I actually could get in if I tried hard enough on the application. It's probably lying, of course. If anyone has unbiased information on Princeton admissions they'd like to share with me, that'd be nice. :P
Question for discussion: what makes a supportive parent?
Oh yeah. Cas mentioned the possibility of killing our AOL account (yeah, we still have one) while I'm still here. That means a new AIM screen name. (Probably.) It's about damn time anyway. I'm not sure what the possibilities are, but I'll find a way to get the word out to people once I decide.
Incidentally, there's a College of Natural Resources at Berkeley. Hmmmm.
I've been thinking lately that I want to scrap international relations as my major. Well, no, maybe not scrap as such, but I'm as interested in environmental studies and economics. Together. For purposes of understanding the clash between them. Because damn it, if we could figure out a way to make conservationism and capitalism work for, rather than against one another. . . it'd be good. It'd be damn good.
I'm visiting Middlebury on Monday. It was the first school to have an undergrad program in environmental science. They also have a major called International Politics and Economics. I'm thinking, if I went to Middlebury, I'd double-major in those two things. I think I'd like it. I hope.
Cronkite bit me. :( He is hungry because we have him on a diet. Poor fat cat.
I
hate
being a teenager.
This morning, Erin was awakened by a very LOUD rumble of thunder! It is stormy in Chicago today. I am alive, though. I thought that was an important detail. The power was out here for a while. I was asleep, but I know because all of the clocks are freakin' blinking at me.
I visited U of Chicago yesterday. There was a woman very concerned with "quality of life" (air conditioning, amount of homework, etc) in our tour group. If you guys know much about Chicago, you know that this doesn't exactly line up with the atmosphere of the school. She was the cause of much eye-rolling from me.
The school is nice, though. I unfortunately didn't get to interrogate the International Relations major about her classes, however. I think I should come back and stay overnight at U of C, maybe at Northwestern, too. I really think I should go on a prospie visit at St. John's, because if I am going to decide so adamantly that I want to go to a school where I can learn about something in particular instead of everything in general, I ought to know what I'm missing. Eh?
. . . . . entries for 18.7.06 . . . . .
Today I packed at Shimer and painted a mural; tomorrow I visit U of Chicago; Saturday I go to the Shimer open house; Sunday I return to Niskayuna. Wahoo! Let no man (or woman, of creature of ambiguous gender) say I wasted this summer.
. . . . . entries for 17.7.06 . . . . .
And also: one of my nails finally broke today. I had to cut them. xD
Also: someone is seventeen today. >.>
I'm still alive. Just thought I'd remind y'all.
. . . . . entries for 15.7.06 . . . . .
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Today we went to a farmer's market. Cassie got, among other things, a very good-smelling rose and a very large pot of basil. Biscuits with black and red raspberries and home-made whipped cream are afoot.
It's also really freaking hot, so I kind of have heat fatigue. Cassie got me vitamins. Cassie is a good sister. Being a teenaged girl. . . kinda blows.
. . . . . entries for 14.7.06 . . . . .
Sarah, Cassie's friend from college, is afoot! Today is also busy, and would be busy with or without the Sarah. The morning holds Northwestern; the afternoon holds sailing with the Shimerees. (Is there a good name for Shimer kids, like Johnnies for St. John's?)
So the moral of the story is: that is why I won't be online much (if at all) today and this weekend.
. . . . . entries for 12.7.06 . . . . .
For the moment, Cas is the sleepy one - and in my bed, no less. :P
Why o WHY do I sleep so much? -.-
. . . . . entries for 11.7.06 . . . . .
I think, at this point, I'm staying here 'til the Sunday after next.
In other news: my Final Fantasy IX roleplay is getting off to a good start. :D If anyone who reads yon blog is interested in joining up, IM me or something.
I'm going to visit Northwestern on Friday, then I am going sailing with the Shimer crew! Be envious.
It's raining! It hasn't rained since I arrived here. How exciting. :D
. . . . . entries for 10.7.06 . . . . .
I am really going to love college. :)
To the best of my knowledge, no one got me Farin Urlaub music for my birthday. xD Breaks the heart. Really.
You know what? Some stereotypes are useless. Some aren't, and most have some truth in them, but like. . . "punk." What the FUCK does punk mean in 2006?
Harum. Today doesn't feel like a productive day.
I suppose I should really stay another two weeks. If I don't, I will squarely miss my one chance to visit the schools out here. Sigh. Someone should come and visit me. :P Too bad people seem to have lives over the summer.
. . . . . entries for 9.7.06 . . . . .
So. Cas wants me to stay here for three weeks whether or not I get a job. That means two more weeks from today. What does my readership think of this?
My sister is giving Cronkite (the resident fat orange cat) a bath. It is so sad. o.o Poor baby.
How is it that, in spite of my own knowledge that I am only seventeen and that I therefore must know next to nothing, I want to save the entire world? I mean, fuck. I can't even fix myself.
. . . . . entries for 7.7.06 . . . . .
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.
Oof. Saw the midnight showing of Pirates. Cas and I went as wenches, and were among very few people dressed up, and the *only* wenches at that. Rather disappointing, really.
I liked it. Cas thought it was overdone, and verily, it was a bit ridiculous, but it was still fun. xD We were out 'til laaaate though.
I am going with Cas to Shimer today. I'm not sure at this point how prospie-ish the day looks, but regardless, I will be there.
Morning doves are so loud here!
Also: I'm seventeen. I don't feel very different. :P
. . . . . entries for 6.7.06 . . . . .
This is rather. . . interesting. Not that I know any self-satisfied Indian Americans or anything. >.>
My weird chocolate biscuits are actually ASTOUNDINGLY good. xD Exciting!
. . . and by morning I mean slightly afternoon. Whatever. Don't judge. xD
This morning I am baking outlandishly ridiculous biscuits. I do not think they are going to work. xD The milk was bad, so I used chocolate soy milk. And I put chunks of 70% dark chocolate in them. Because why not? They're already insane.
The folks at home got my report card earlier (earlier meaning technically yesterday). My mom worked out my GPA, and according to her calculations it's slightly above 4.3 this year. Pretty freakin' sweet.
Mostly, though - mostly I am happy because I got H's in both history and English. There is some kind of justice afoot in the academic world. (It could be because academics are unusually obsessed with ideas like justice. Too bad academics don't run the world. Eyre Affair, anyone?)
Also: I will be seventeen in like 25 hours. I'm not very excited. xD
More jobby things tomorrow. For now, I believe a wee bit of tomfoolery is in order.
No one is ever online when I am. xD Perhaps that is because it's almost one in the morning on the east coast right now?
. . . . . entries for 5.7.06 . . . . .
I wonder if there are people in the world who *like* filling out job applications.
So this statement is probably really unnecessary, but I feel like I should remind you that I am in the next time zone over, so when my blog says I posted at two in the morning, I was actually just posting at one. :P That is all.
. . . and actually, unless that's some other explosive noise, I think they're STILL setting off fireworks here. What the hell. xD
So today is my first day of more-or-less free reign in Cassie's apartment. I am playing the music on my iPod on her speakers very very loudly. I made pancakes. I am drinking chocolate soy milk. I will accomplish things today, and on my own terms.
It's almost like being my sister!
Also: they're still setting off fireworks here. Crazy kids.
So I just saw The Exorcist in the company of Noah, Robyn and my sister. It was a horror movie; that is to say, because I was not one of those kids who was desensitized to such things at a young age, I found it kinda scary and I anticipate nightmares accordingly. Watching it in good company helped, though. I like Noah and Robyn, and my sister is okay (sometimes).
I am on the Internet because I tell myself that it is not as scary as The Exorcist, and will therefore help to stave off nightmares. I'm probably wrong. Oh well.
. . . . . entries for 4.7.06 . . . . .
People are coming over for curry tonight. Wahoo!
Other than that, today was spent working on THE COUCH, which is large, robin's-egg-blue and, most recently, splattered with bubble-like, embroidered, irridescent turquoise patches which match its hand-sewn pillows. It is a charming couch and a badass couch. Cas estimates that each of the seat cushions weighs 15 pounds. It also folds out into a rather comfy full mattress, which will be my home for at least some 11 or 12 nights yet to come.
Later there will be fireworks. As of now, it looks like my birthday will entail not Pirates of the Caribbean but Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. I almost feel cultured.
Incidentally: it's July 4th. For definitions of patriotism, consider looking to Jefferson, Gandhi and Thoreau. George W. Bush is probably not a very good source or this definition, nor is your handy online dictionary. Please ignore Anne Coulter. She even *looks* like an icy, malevolent bitch.
Anyway. I ought to be sewing. Happy 4th, you patriotic blogreaders, you.
. . . . . entries for 3.7.06 . . . . .
I be in Chicago! Cassie's apartment has a nice courtyard and an exceptionally nice fat orange cat named Cronkite. He is so cute. He looks like a rounder incarnation of Puss-in-Boots from Shrek. Awwwww.
It shall be stormy today - so Cas tells me - so we're doing indoorsy things like grocery shopping. Why am I telling you this? I am guessing my blogreaders don't really want a play-by-play.
. . . . . entries for 2.7.06 . . . . .
Leeeeeeeeaaaa~vin'
on a jet plaaane
don't know when I'll be baaaaa~ck again
. . . . . entries for 1.7.06 . . . . .
Ooooh my sleep schedule is screwed! And it's SUMMER! Damn.
come home?
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{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
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eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
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[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
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are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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