. . . . . entries for 31.12.06 . . . . .
| You Will Die at Age 79 |
 You're pretty average when it comes to how you live... And how you'll die as well. |
Highly cheery. Highly.
Oh man. People are funny.
It's looking like I'll be spending this coming Saturday doing volunteer work in abundance, probably at the food bank. Anyone want to join me?
Also, did we have any homework that I foolishly failed to write down in any subject? Any subject at all?
. . . . . entries for 30.12.06 . . . . .
Max showed me this video on Wednesday night. Ich finde es interessant.
The supplemental stuff is in the mail! Huzzah!
Now I just need to do the Dickinson required supplement. But it's not due until February, and it will be supremely undifficult to write. Huzzah again!
Cornell discourages supplemental materials? Well, screw that. I'm sending them anyway. They can't stop me. They can reject me, but they can't stop me from bombarding them with even more mail.
MWAHAHA!
| You Should Wear Charcoal |
 Cool and relaxed, you always look forward to the start of fall. Gray represents your peace with the world and your surroundings. |
Not that it's fall anymore, but you know. Color me surprised at this one. (Har har. Color.) I don't look particularly good in black, although, come to that, I do look good in gray.
Hm.
A frustrating truth: I have projects I should be doing on top of college apps, namely German and English projects. Bugger. Bugger. Bugger.
Well, anyway, all the obligatory bits of my applications (excluding Dickinson, which isn't due until February) are in, and the non-obligatory bits are well on their way.
It is snowing. For real. Too bad it is not the sort of snow which will cause school to be closed. :P Who else is grumbly because, in spite of the federal holiday, it's looking like we have school on Tuesday?
. . . . . entries for 28.12.06 . . . . .
It is truly amazing how I can *still* not have all my apps done by this point. Truly.
. . . . . entries for 27.12.06 . . . . .
And lo, if she blogs not, it is no matter of her care or concern for those who would read her idle ramblings, but rather it is the inexcusable fact that, yea, she hath nothing about which to blog. Alas!
Although we are constantly exploring this matter, there is currently no evidence directly linking the premeditation of undergarments with planned skanky behavior, OR childhood bed-wetting with sadistic and/or sociopathic tendencies.
. . . . . entries for 25.12.06 . . . . .
I am appallingly bored, and I sort of want to do college stuff, if only in the naive hope that it would assuage the boredom. Good lord.
I think Jung and Keirsey have ruined my worldview for all time, or at least until I get another shiny, new idea, since we champion types are inclined to be intellectual magpies.
In any case. I have accumulated the Christmas loot, and that is good, although I am not particularly well-disposed at the moment. I am wearing two articles of Christmas loot - uggish slippers and a very special Shimer shirt that Cas got me. It may be my favorite present. I also have a green stretch velvet nightgown, a gray felt blanket with a big red Niskayuna N, several books, a Farin Urlaub CD (at last!), a pink cashmere sweater, lots of spicy things, and a very pretty string of Tahitian pearls which I cannot imagine having occasion to wear in the near future, among other treasures.
. . . . . entries for 24.12.06 . . . . .
I wonder if that made Frank feel uncomfortable.
It's Christmas Eve, and Erin has to clean her room! Wahoo.
Before I do that, I am uploading homecoming pictures onto facebook. I will post a favorite or two here, too.
. . . . . entries for 23.12.06 . . . . .
My Tufts essay is so done right now, you don't even know. :P
Things are happening tomorrow - things, such things!
I'm sort of worried about it now, actually. It didn't occur to me until a few minutes ago that I'll more or less be playing hostess. Weird.
At least Cas will be home. :P
I made a list of things to do today, and I'm about halfway through it. This is good.
A note to my generation: what would make Heart of Darkness more accessible to you?
David's present is done! :D It shall be delivered to him imminently.
. . . . . entries for 22.12.06 . . . . .
What the hell! Didn't we learn anything from Jurassic Park?
Stat class has made me look at articles like this one with raised eyebrows. Still, olive oil is good stuff. (I demand more articles on fenugreek and turmeric.)
Do you ever feel like you've suddenly been transported into a scene from a modernist art film designed to portray the absurdity of life in the 21st century?
. . .
. . . yeah, well. I do. :P
| You Are Mince Pie |
 Admit it, this isn't the first time that someone has called you "beefy" |
. . .
. . .
. . . no, actually, it *is* the first time someone's called me beefy.
It does not feel as Christmasy or as vacationy as it ought to, possibly because it's freaking RAINING. Please, God, if you can't give me snow, don't halfass it and go for rain.
Anyway. All of the gifts I have procured so far have been edible, which is odd. I expect to become considerably fatter in the next week or so, as I consume my presents. :P C'est la vie.
. . . all right, well, I lied. David's present isn't done. :(
. . . . . entries for 21.12.06 . . . . .
I think my three main sources of fresh bruises are Project Adventure, klutziness, and Matt Baxter, in that approximate order. This is a considerable improvement from the old list, including inexplicable overnight appearances, klutziness, and Charlie Hyland. :P
Sleep is optional. David's present WILL BE FINISHED.
My blog looks considerably more Christmasy than does my backyard, and it is unnerving. :P Regardless, I am working on lots of Christmas-related things this evening. And English homework. And maybe college apps.
Freaking global warming!
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| You Are a Creative Gift Giver |
 Your gifts are one of a kind, special, and well chosen. Whether you've made it yourself or searched all over town... There's really no one who has more of a personal touch than you. |
So I went to speech (and debate? or debate?) tonight, then Susan's, and it was good. My hands are very cold. But I have no homework. Not really. And that is good. :P
. . . . . entries for 19.12.06 . . . . .
YES! I found the English game version of 1000 Words from FFX-2! Delight! Delight!
Interesting fact: the beginnings of Dream Thrum by James and Only Happy When It Rains by Garbage are eerily similar to one another.
I honestly love my arrangement of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen. It is very wonderful. I like Christmas songs in minor, such as God Rest Ye, We Three Kings, and the bell carol. They are very wonderful also.
Youth Court was a riot and a half tonight, for reasons I cannot disclose. :P Love them undisclosable reasons.
Except for artish things, I am done with Middlebury! Huzzah. Let me put a to-do list here.
UNC Chapel Hill: nothing!
Middlebury: art stuff
U of Chicago: writing + art stuff
Tufts: optional essay + writing + art stuff
Princeton: writing + art stuff
Cornell: writing + art stuff
Dickinson: supplement + writing + art stuff
Upside #1: once I've put together art stuff for one school, I can burn it onto lots of discs for all the schools. I need to ask schools if they'll accept CDs as informal portfolios anyway, though. Gack.
Upside #2: Writing is not that way so much. Depending on what I've already sent to each destination, my portfolio will be different. Ho hum. I also need more black ink.
Upside #3: But the Tufts and Dickinson essays won't be too bad.
But tonight, I have lots of real homework. Which I should be working on. :P
| Star Wars Horoscope for Cancer |
 You may whine at times, but you've developed a thick hard shell (like that of a crab). You are strong willed and persistent - until you get what you want. You never shy away from a fight, even when things get dangerous. Mentally sharp, you are starting to master the elements of mind manipulation. Star wars character you are most like: Luke Skywalker |
Riotous. Simply riotous.
An interesting question: if death is a mug's game, what is life?
Tonight is a night of productivity. I have decided. :P
. . . . . entries for 18.12.06 . . . . .
Gack. Long nap, and I wake up and think: "shit, I'm supposed to be in two places at once tomorrow!" This is a true thing. Greg will be mad at me, because I can actually only be one place at once, and the other place takes precedence. :P There's a meet tomorrow too. Which I should not/will not be able to go to. Alas.
The wee ones got their PSAT scores today. Har har har.
I should basically be doing college things. Hm. Interesting thought.
. . . . . entries for 17.12.06 . . . . .
| Your Dosha is Vata |
 Creative and restless, you take in all of life's pleasures (maybe a little too much!). You're quick witted and very talkative, but you also tend to have a spotty memory. You tend to get very into ideas, people, and lifestyles... but only for a short time. It's difficult to hold your attention, and you sometimes feel with what life has to offer. With friends: You are very uncomfortable in new situations or with new people In love: You fall in and out of love very easily To achieve more balance: Live in a warm climate and spend some quiet time in nature |
Ouch bubble gum is tasty, wonderful, and reminds me of my youth. :P
All right, I admit this isn't the first one I got, but still - it's very special.
| Your Pickup Line Is |
 You look so hot that you must be real reason for global warming. |
I feel, for reasons I cannot currently reveal, very relieved and accomplished. :P
. . . . . entries for 16.12.06 . . . . .
I am jealous of the person I am making this present for. I want one. :P
Christmas shopping done + projects to work on = a distracted, if not cheerful, Erin.
. . . . . entries for 15.12.06 . . . . .
Dear one who makes me crazy:
If you ask me, I might say you are not the one who makes me crazy, because I might regret posting this, because I have a problem in my steering column. (Fucking steering column.) In any case, I just wanted to say that you make me crazy, and I suppose I shouldn't expect you to give a damn.
. . . and you know what, if there's a problem with my steering column, you're rolling around on a frictionless surface with lots of bumps ALL THE FREAKING TIME.
Crying flushes bad mood-causing chemicals from your brain. Maybe I can turn the goddamn car around.
The movie was good, but a sizable portion of the aftermath honestly makes me want to kill something/die. Unfortunate.
Note to self: if ever you are feeling particularly spiteful in the general direction of the typical high school student, direct the appropriate authorities to myspace and facebook. Such class B misdemeanors have been committed. Such idiocy has been afoot. Such fines would be paid.
Ludicrous. o.O
My dad can't tell the difference between a blue spruce and a regular old Christmas tree. It's sort of depressing. And I have pine pitch on my hands.
Well, the Christmas tree is finally up.
Lunch today was fun. I had a bunch of people take the Myers-Briggs test (Katie N is ESFP, as is Katie J; Caitlin is ENTP and Karoline is ENFP), and I read up on people I know, including myself. Psychology is a little bit creepy; it's like you can know people without knowing them.
CINEMA AND FINE TEA TONIGHT! Come, childrens. Come.
Also: Cornell admissions people are fools. God. Damn. Fools.
. . . . . entries for 14.12.06 . . . . .
This is kind of neat!
Dear God and/or weatherman:
I would like some snow for Christmas, preferrably given a few days in advance. Please? I've been good. I don't even like cold weather, you see, it's just that I need some snow, or else it won't feel like winter.
- Erin.
Huh. This is interesting.
| Your Christmas Song Is |
 Happy Xmas (War Is Over) And so this is xmas For weak and for strong For rich and the poor ones The world is so wrong You would gladly give up all of your material Christmas gifts... If it meant peace for a few more people |
This is basically randomly generated from a long list of songs, and has very little to do with the actual answer (there being only one question) that you give. Interesting indeed, that this was my first response.
This weekend I should, at the very least,
1) finish college apps
2) get Christmas presents
and 3) do a cursory tidying-up of my room.
This is a lot of stuff to do. I will get apps done (except for supplemental stuff, which Cas is helping with), but the other two. . . not so sure.
GACK.
"2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song. If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to. And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd, 'cause these words are my diary screaming out loud, and I know that you'll use them however you want to."
Mm. Pop vocal music. :P
People should go to Eternal Sunshine tomorrow night. Indeed.
. . . . . entries for 13.12.06 . . . . .
| You Are an Angel |
 A truly giving soul, you understand the spirit of Christmas. |
Cute. :P
If my psychological state were a sedan, it'd have a really tight turning radius.
Okay! I won't know if I got into UNC until the end of January, but at least they got my SAT scores. :P
I think I should probably do my stat homework.
Hey, fancy that - my actual blogs are shorter than my sidebar for the first time in weeks.
GACK. I forgot my password (or username, or something) for the UNC Chapel Hill website and it is taking too long for it to e-mail me. I sort of want to know if I got in. :P
So tired. Senioritis gets worse all the time.
. . . . . entries for 12.12.06 . . . . .
I think my favorite feeling in the world is sleepiness, drenched in romance, topped off with a light (but flavorful!) dusting of creativity.
Sounds delicious, doesn't it? :P Damn right it does.
. . . . . entries for 11.12.06 . . . . .
Oh wow. . . this is special. (Courtesy Saba. Oh, Saba. . .)
| Your Dominant Thinking Style: Visioning |
 You are very insightful and tend to make decisions based on your insights. You focus on how things should be - even if you haven't worked out the details. An idealist, thinking of the future helps you guide your path. You tend to give others long-term direction and momentum. |
NF? Gesundheit. :P
Fun stuff: I finished reading Fragile Things this weekend, so I've returned (finally) to First in His Class, the Bill Clinton bio Mr. Bloom lent me last year. o.O Hopefully I'll get around to finishing that before graduation.
Graduation. Weird.
Also, it almost seems like I actually did things for the past two summers. Things I can write on my Princeton application. Who knew?
Homework? What homework? The only stressor in my life is college. :P
. . . . . entries for 10.12.06 . . . . .
Ideally, I might knock off the perpetual blogthing-posting and actually, you know, write something here. :P
Which Flower are You? |
 You are an Iris:You are logical, analytical, dignified, and wise. You are studious by nature and may prefer books to people. You tend to be a serious person but are capable of making others laugh with your dry sense of humor. Friends always benefit from your advice.Symbolism: Over the centuries the iris has come to symbolize faith, wisdom, hope, and promise in love. Take this quiz!  Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code |
. . . . . entries for 9.12.06 . . . . .
Mm-mm college junk. :P
. . . . . entries for 8.12.06 . . . . .
What kind of yarn are you? |
 You are Shetland Wool. You are a traditional sort who can sometimes be a little on the harsh side. Though you look delicate you are tough as nails and prone to intricacies. Despite your acerbic ways you are widely respected and even revered. Take this quiz! Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code |
| You Are 55% Peaceful |
 In general, you think the world's a pretty great place - and you're happy to be a part of it. Sometimes you struggle with life, but who doesn't? You are quite level headed, though you have more inner angst than you'd like. |
Hey guys, I was reading this book on abnormal psychology today, and guess what? There are two forms of schizophrenia lite: lite, and lite squared, which is like "well, you're a tiny bit schizophrenic in your head, but it's not too bad and you're not even schizotypal!" Hrm. I don't know if people just like minimizing bad things, or are honestly that hung up on levels of severity, or both.
This truly wonderful cultural phenom brought to you by Frank. :P
I was apparently bloody exhausted enough last block today to fall into a deep sleep in the back stacks of the library. I was reading Jung, which I suppose doesn't help my case, as I was supposed to be working on a health project involving decision-making at a hypothetical party. In any case, I didn't wake up at the bell - Jen had to come remind me that school was over, at which point I finally woke up. Good grief.
Moral of the story: Sleep. I never get enough.
. . . . . entries for 7.12.06 . . . . .
| Your Glamour Icon Is |
 If eyes were made for seeing, then Beauty is its own excuse for being. |
HAAAA TRANSCENDENTALISM IN BLOG CLUTTER! I LOVE IT!
Now, is it Thoreau, or is it Emerson? I'm not sure. xD
Update: Emerson. And this was, in fact, the first result I got. No refreshing, no nothing. Wonderful. :P
Swim-meeting was fun. Niskayuna soundly whipped Saratoga, so all is right in the world.
It's bizarre to have athletic friends, let alone an athletic boyfriend, but hell - I can live with it. :P
I am timing (or recording, or something) at the swim meet! It's like I'm part of that weird conglomerate swimmer-nerd-madman group. You have to be at least two of the three to be in the group. Guess which I am.
Max Kaplan should sleep. :P
. . . . . entries for 6.12.06 . . . . .
Funny story: last time I took this, I got Snape. o.O
| With Which Harry Potter Male Are You Most Sexually Compatible? |
 Compatible with...Ron! Take this quiz! Quizilla |Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code |
It's a little creepy how my blog-writing style has changed perceptibly, even just in the past year.
"Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. 'Mankind.' That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it's fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom. . . not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution. . . but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: 'We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight!' We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"
Independence Day is a wonderful movie. :P
Ideally, three things will be done by Christmas break: college apps, room-cleaning, and (duh) Christmas present-getting. This seems monumental to me, although perhaps it shouldn't.
| Your 1996 Theme Song Is: 1979 by The Smashing Pumpkins |
 Shakedown 1979 Cool kids never have the time On a live wire right up off the street You and I should meet |
Har har. :P
. . . huh. I think I wanted to say something. Damned if I remember what, though. I'm sleepy.
. . . . . entries for 5.12.06 . . . . .
Sleeeeeepy. More cuddles. More cuddles immediately! And less December and college applications! And MORE CUDDLES!
. . . . . entries for 4.12.06 . . . . .
| You Are A Good Friend |
 You're always willing to listen Or lend a shoulder to cry on You're there through thick and thin Many people consider you their "best friend"! |
Aw. :P
How avowedly bizarre - a wake that isn't just abjectly creepy and unsettling. Hm.
Mom says to me, "use U.S. News to write the addresses on the transcript requests," and I think, well, fine, but you know, I just don't trust this damn magazine.
. . . . . entries for 3.12.06 . . . . .
I think I'll live.
You know what. . . I don't want to do anything. Including nothing. Do you ever have moments like that, when the lust for life just totally dies?
You know what makes no sense? People who post pictures of themselves doing illegal shit on the internet. WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT? o.O
I have a German essay to write and a mother to appease. Ugh.
Vaguely emo wintertime layout? Yes. I'm not nearly as sorry as I should be, but I will be later, so don't worry about it.
Cassie: I concede defeat. I do not know what I want to be when I grow up.
I wonder if it's too late to apply to St. John's, and if mom would shoot me if I tried to.
- and, come to think of it, I wonder if I'd want to go there anyway, given the lack of emphasis on writing, and other things.
You know, if I love history and language and religion and literature so much, why am I not looking into majoring in one of these things? What has possessed me to think that I could become a figure of influence - what has possessed me to want to make of myself something so big, so prone to corruption, so distant a means from my so-called ends?
Today is one of those days.
Where do I go from here?
| You Should Have Been Born Under: |
 You have both a fiery energy and a warm heart. Your charisma and charm makes it easy for you to influence others. Lucky in life, you also have a reputation of being lucky in love. Power hungry, you are determined to get what you want - no matter what it takes. You are most compatible with a Monkey or Rat. |
Har. Har. Har.
I am actually:
| You Were Born Under: |
 Popular and crafty, you are a master at the art of seduction. You are intelligent and intuitive - and make a savvy businessperson. You live life to the fullest, even if it means maxing out your credit cards. Many people are secretly (and hopelessly) in love with you. You are most compatible with a Rooster or Ox. |
My mother got me up not too long ago. I'd been awake, off and on, for a while, inching through Heart of Darkness, but I'd never actually gotten up. She informed me, very enthusiastically, that she had rediscovered the ancient secret to cleaning: vinegar!
Oh GOD, vinegar.
I don't mind the smells of things that kill brain cells. If I sense that I'm breathing something harmful, I might absentmindedly cover my nose, but it's never due to repulsion - just logic. But this stuff. I don't think vinegar is bad for you, but the smell. I hate the smell.
My dad just woke up. He has a very sensitive nose. And he says unto my mother: "are you using something with a really strong vinegary smell?"
"Yes."
"Hair color or something?"
"No. Vinegar."
"Why are you using vinegar?"
"Cleaning."
"It smells awful."
"It smells like vinegar."
"But it's AWFUL. Can't you close the door or something? I'm trying to sleep."
. . . . . entries for 1.12.06 . . . . .
Also: I love sympathizing with my English teacher about things. I love being the total pet student of the English department. I LOVE IT.
Maybe I should go to a small liberal arts college. :P
The Unexpected Guest was quite good! I recommend you all see it, if you haven't and if you are able. The matinee tomorrow promises silliness.
I saw my boy an hour ago and I already miss him. This is very silly. :P
Also: the mass reaction to my Borat article appeared to be that I used too many parenthesis, and that I was lame for writing the not-effusively-positive take. :P
Dad was quizzing me on the phonetic alphabet on the way home. This is what I remember:
Alpha
Bravo
Charlie
Delta
Echo
Foxtrot
Golf
Hotel
I
Juliet
Kilo
Lima
Mike
November
Oscar
P
Quebec
Romeo
Sierra
Tango
Uniform
V
W
X-ray
Yankee
Zulu
So I only forgot four letters. Could be worse. I think I want to make my own phonetic alphabet. Could be fun.
My essays are hanging out in the English resource center for people to read still; Ms. Moore liked all of them, the National Merit one less than the others, and of Jophie and Athena, Ms. Jones and some other guy I don't know liked Jophie more but thought Athena would go over
better with admissions people.
Sort of puts me back where I started. Gack. :P
Going to the play tonight, and maybe Max's tomorrow?
come home?
.:people:.
{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
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
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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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)