. . . . . entries for 31.3.07 . . . . .
I will list here the more remarkable advantages to each college I applied to.
Princeton: Woody Woo, ridiculous creative writing department, Princeton.
Cornell: Awesome ice cream, orchard on campus, beautiful region, in-state, Cornell.
Dickinson: Friendly, Dr. Massa, Thai food, emerging environmental "center of excellence," fuck-you attitude towards U.S. News.
Tufts: Had "Snakes on a Cannon" painted on their cannon when I visited, experimental college in which I could possibly teach a class on German rock music, badass curriculum for my field.
Chicago: Sister, my own kind, the city.
Middlebury: Scenery, country club luxury, proximity to Montreal.
UNC Chapel Hill: John Edwards' campaign base.
Oh yeah. I got into Tufts too. :)
Creepy voice-distorted answering machine messages from credit card companies? Pretty fucking ridiculous, and not a good way to start one's day. :P Oh well. It will only get better. I know it.
. . . . . entries for 30.3.07 . . . . .
Oh I am tired. But there is econ. And there is Cinema and Fine Tea.
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING FOR MY PATTERN PROJECT. DEAR GOD HELP ME.
So far I have thought of: hands (difficult to do sans-photographs), Japanese brush painting (prohibitively expensive, and I'm very out of practice), and plaid (would Walroth even think this is art?). I feel as if there must be something else to think of, something I am missing in a big way, but I just do not know what.
Maybe I could do something with clay. Like. . . DAS PRONTO.
Shannon knows.
. . . . . entries for 29.3.07 . . . . .
Irony, or something Alanis Morissette would call irony: German extra credit was earned this evening, but my German homework will not be done until morning, if at all.
I am tired, and not excited about college so much as afraid of it actually happening. Time is passing, and after enough time passes, it will be August. August. In August, everything will be different. Everything. No more Shannon-glomping or Max-poking or walking to Frank's after school.
Stretch out the days. I must forget about August. It's only March.
In the spirit of the underwhelming memory card unwrapped after the PS2 has been had, I also got into Chicago. It's not even that it's a memory card to Princeton's PS2, it's just that it came after, quietly, without a snazzy orange graphic.
Two to go. I sort of want Middlebury to reject me, so I can giggle at their judgment.
Well, well, well. It even matches my new layout.
. . . . . entries for 28.3.07 . . . . .
Observation: the mainstream ideal of feminine beauty/sexuality has changed considerably in the past millenium, but the ideal of male beauty/sexuality has not. Discuss.
"Can you love me like a book of poetry, read me over and over, uncover the magic between my lines?"
Kwame Alexander continues to be awesome. :P
Chocolate cappucino fat free brownies? Yes. YES.
Incidentally: tomorrow is a momentous day. I hear back from Princeton, I am being kidnapped by Frank after school, and lip sync is afoot in the evening. Wonderful wonderful all.
I hope my mother got baking supplies. :P
I must issue a hearty pat on the back to today's blood donors, even if one of them did nearly make me pass out with his tale of vein-related mishap. You are Good People.
The header translates roughly to "it's senseless to be sad. The sun is still shining."
Anticipating grouchy people with tired eyes: I am not sorry for making my blog white again. :P It's not as if you're morally obligated to read it.
Man has compart ever spoiled me. I want in the worst way to do something with varying-alpha-level gradients in my header, BUT I CAN'T. I HAVE NO PHOTOSHOP. Sigh.
Hm. It is springtime. Perhaps the blog layout needs a tweak.
Kwame Alexander is way cool.
. . . . . entries for 27.3.07 . . . . .
From a structuralist's standpoint, my hands are a riot.
Oh I am sleepy. And I have homework.
I have a hunch that every day this week will feel like Friday. Except Friday. Friday will feel like Tuesday - I will be energized and accustomed to the schedule and shocked that I do not need to wake up early the next day. Blarg.
But it is beautiful outside, and the curry is simmering. All's well.
. . . . . entries for 26.3.07 . . . . .
Your results:
You are Derrial Book (Shepherd)
Even though you are holy, you have a mysterious past.
Click here to take the "Which Serenity character are you?" quiz...
The latest in Erin's medieval afterlife:
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Low |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Moderate |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
THUNDER!! <3
Thunder!? :D
Oh I cannot beLIEVE I have to go to school tomorrow. It feels like a Friday. I want to bask. BASK, damn it!
. . . . . entries for 25.3.07 . . . . .
Ninja conversations with Jenny are wonderful.
Jenny: german hw?
me: I don't think we had any, but I could be horribly mistaken. :P
Jenny: english hw?
me: none.
Jenny: meaning and purpose?
me: to what? :P
Jenny: existence?
me: whatever you like.
Jenny: just act naturally.
nighty.
me: 'night, Jenny. :)
| You Are a Realist |
 You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass. You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is... But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on. You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope. |
Anything to put off physics. ANYTHING.
There might be thunderstorms tomorrow.
You know, three days have gone by and I *still* don't feel like doing my physics lab.
Erin is the type of girl who requires two dresses for spring of senior year: the gala dress, and the awards night dress. It was my mom's idea. Not mine. I swear.
But I do have a new dress. Very girly dress. It makes me long for the times of old, in which all a lady had to do to count her life a success was attach herself to a successful man and bear a successful child or three. Why did you guys ever let us out of the kitchen and bedroom, eh? What were you thinking?
Because you let us out, I have to take off my pretty dress and do a physics lab. Harumph.
| You're a Pack Rat in Training |
 You know those crazy old people with a ton of video tapes and cats? Well, you're training to be one. Time to do some spring cleaning. Even if it isn't spring! |
I'm in training to be a catlady! How delightful.
Oh, Sunday. To be honest, I haven't missed you at all.
. . . . . entries for 24.3.07 . . . . .
I should have gone on a walk today, maybe.
| You Are 52% Non Conformist |
 You definitely have your freak flag out, and from time to time, you wave it. You have some pretty strong opinions, and you're not afraid to express them. |
Hm.
On a different note, I really need to do my damn physics lab. And probably other homework. And my soda at Katie's house bit me. Her hedgehog didn't, though. Her hedgehog is highly adorable.
Some things never change.
. . . . . entries for 23.3.07 . . . . .
Also, I am just going to not wear contacts for a while. :P Wouldn't want to go spreading The Sads again.
Hallelujah weekend!
Also: let it be affirmed that, yes, Erin failed to turn in her physics lab on time, and while she feels a slight pang of academic guilt, this marks but the beginning of the revolution. The slackerdom can only get worse.
. . . . . entries for 22.3.07 . . . . .
I might just not hand in the damn lab until Monday.
Have I mentioned lately that China's economy scares the living shit out of me?
I am not arachnophobic. I am rather used to spiders - old house, they're around, and so things are. Those familiar little brown house spiders, and even petite jumping spiders, do not phase me in the least.
I just saw a very large, splotchily marked brown and tan spider in my bathroom. I am going to be paranoid about it being in my hair for the rest of the night. It looked sort of poisonous.
Econ went well. Team bonding + accomplishment = wow, that like never happens! Neat.
Still don't wanna do my physics lab. Or my polisci writeup. Or my stat outline. GRRR. THE SENIORITIS. IT IS TOO MUCH.
I can't wait until it's 55 on a regular basis.
Also: I get my Princeton decision in a week. Very exciting.
Also also: I do not want to do my physics lab. Grr.
| What Your Face Says |
 At first glance, people see you as strong willed and stubborn. Overall, your true self is passionate and physical. With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react. In love, you seem intelligent and a bit intimidating. In stressful situations, you seem selfish and moody. |
She's moody. She has moods.
Mood is a funny word. Say it. Moooooood.
I want there to be an enormous thunderstorm. Right now.
. . . . . entries for 21.3.07 . . . . .
The stock market was totally inordinately pleasantly surprised at this today. Why, I do not know. It seems pretty predictable to me. I shall have to read the report, probably before I write my slides for the Fed Challenge presentation. Gack.
. . . . . entries for 20.3.07 . . . . .
Social karma is very strange. When I have an amazing day, someone else has always had an awful day. I feel as if I've told you this already, but I may well as not tell you again, because it's true.
I am far too stubborn and selfish (and, evidently, without empathy) to stop having amazing days.
Okay, okay, so I usually don't blog cute couply things, so I'm sorry in advance, HOWEVER: Frank and I were filling out one of those goofy myspace-esque surveys for one another, and for one of the "do you. . ." questions, I wrote:
[hott is such a disparaging word. :P how about. . . gorgeous?] think im hott?
Frank wrote:
[hott isnt the right word. beautiful, gorgeous.. :)] think im hott?
I believe this means we win.
Reneging on my ironic amusement with my tarot result: today has a net weight of Completely Magnificent.
I'm a great fan of my tarot reading today, in an ironic and awful kind of way.
Love: The Chariot
Touchstone: The Pope
Career: The Emperor
Today, your incredible drive will generate warm feelings and positive attitudes all around you, dear Erin. The energy that the Chariot provides is further enhanced by the benign influence of the Pope! In this benevolent atmosphere you have every chance of connecting with people of influence that could open up splendid opportunities for you. In terms of work, you approach you day with the precision and rigor of a watchmaker. Supported by the Pope and the Emperor, you approach every situation with caution, without asking too many questions about validity of your actions. You feel sure of your choices and decision and all this allows you to move steadily towards the achievement of your goals… Congratulations!
. . . . . entries for 19.3.07 . . . . .
| Your Inner Pop Princess Is Jessica Simpson |
 "The real me used to laugh all night Lying in the grass, just talkin 'bout love. But lately I've been jaded, Life got so complicated." You have an innocent charm that appeals to guys and girls. |
Oh? :P
Saussure, like most things, is best in good company - although even then, it's pretty abominable.
WHY is it so damn COLD in this HOUSE!?
Menschenopfer, harte Drogen, sexuelle Hörigkeit! Tofubrötchen, Fencheltee und blanker Neid. . . es tut mir Leid.
Farin Urlaub is my hero.
. . . . . entries for 18.3.07 . . . . .
I am in one of those "nothing due tomorrow, everything due the next day" situations. They're terrible things.
My throat dislikes me.
:)
. . . . . entries for 17.3.07 . . . . .
| Your Worry Factor is 45% |
 While you're not a worrywart, you worry more than you should. Maybe you don't have enough to keep your mind occupied at times... Or perhaps you've trapped yourself into some bad thinking patterns. Try to worry less and enjoy life more. There's no point thinking about things you can't change! |
Of course there isn't. You could always live the unexamined life.
And it is once again affirmed that college admissions generally come down to quotas.
Having gotten into three of the seven colleges I applied to, I suppose I ought to be thinking about where I actually want to go out of them. It is a ridiculous decision to have to make. I hardly know where to begin.
I remember Susan made a chart of the stuff she wanted in a college, and marked which schools had what. Hm.
This method would be easier/make more sense if I had thought extensively about precisely what I want in a college.
It was once the case that, every St. Patrick's Day, the Sherman family would make tons and tons of thematically-shaped chocolates. The tradition has petered out. This year the possibility of chocolate-making was not even discussed.
:( If I go to Chicago and live with my sister, we will start the tradition again.
Incidentally, it appears to be St. Patrick's Day, and here I am with no plans. Hrmph.
Environmental problems are scary. This may seem self-evident, but fear can't be something nodded to, distantly recognized - it needs to be felt directly. In America, we are not feeling it directly. Not at all.
We need to be afraid of other people, not just ourselves, when it comes to the future of the planet. How the hell we go about convincing other people in other countries that the environment actually matters is beyond me. All I can think is that we should make them all read Jared Diamond's books, watch Al Gore's movie, and stop wearing face masks in their cities for a day, and see what they cough up.
I'm thinking of starting a whacked out, environmental-political blog. I doubt I'd keep up with stuff as much as I should, though.
"Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realize that we can't eat money." -Cree proverb
. . . . . entries for 16.3.07 . . . . .
Nice job, orchestra kids. :) Especially my favorite principal violist. <3
Side note: I survived the drive to/from Proctor's in the snow! Huzzah.
. . . . . entries for 15.3.07 . . . . .
What happens when Prufrock and Hamlet get together for tea and cakes and ices in 2007? I am currently finding out! It's unfolding rather delightfully.
I like school again, at least parts of it. German is great because we're actually reading literature now, and English is sort of always great, but is going to get better as we GET THE FUCK OUT OF MODERNISM. YEEHAH!
Also - generic "bomb threat" today. :P On toilet paper in the boys' bathroom. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Erin is missing an econ meeting and doing a delighted pseudo-slacker dance.
. . . . . entries for 14.3.07 . . . . .
Sestinas are ridiculous, and I am writing one instead of doing stat homework. I must be crazy.
I really like recording myself reading in German. :P I sense an extra credit project coming on.
Oh wow, I should do homework. :P Huh.
| Your Leprechaun Name Is: |
 |
Oh boy.
"I don't like all of you, but I'd still be sad if some of you died." -Delano today on power source safety.
I felt suddenly endangered.
Hi Erin,
I was looking through our admissions decisions today as I get ready to sign scholarship letters and noticed – not surprisingly—that you will be getting a nice fat envelop from us on Monday or Tuesday. I know you will have many choices…great choices. But I hope that you will decide to attend a great liberal arts college (hopefully Dickinson), as opposed to a research university, because I think you have so much to contribute in a college environment and so much to gain through an intense personal relationship with a faculty mentor or two… You will have so many opportunities… especially at Dickinson with our international programs and also with environmental studies. Did you know that we intend to transform ES into another “center of excellence” (to join global education)? Our Center for Sustainable Living – a student residence that is environmentally sound, where seminars are also conducted—is right across the stress from Kaufman Hall where ES is housed. The Rheineman Sanctuary – a wetlands preserve about 5 miles from campus—gives our students hands on experience. And our new addition – the organic farm – 50 acres of farm land that will be managed by one of our staff with student assistants, will provide organic food to the dining hall on a regular basis in season. This is all in addition to ALLARM – alliance for aquatic resource monitoring, that has been going for 20 years and is a student-run, professionally staffed organization that continues to monitor pollution levels in rivers and streams in the area and recommend mitigation strategies for communities to undertake.
All in all, a pretty active place that I hope you strongly consider. But in any case, I do hope you pursue the liberal arts college route, because having met you, and having over 30 years of experience in 3 colleges and one university, there is no question in my mind that you would flourish here or at a similar institution.
Please keep in touch and let me know your decision. Best regards to your mom.
Cheers!
Dr. Massa
Robert J. Massa, Ed.D.
Vice President
Enrollment & College Relations
Dickinson College
Carlisle, PA 17013
717-245-1287
717-245-1110 (FAX)
The world is not flat, or even merely hilly. There are undulations and cliffs and all manner of topography. Case in point: today.
. . . . . entries for 13.3.07 . . . . .
Life seems different lately.
I am so freaking senioritis'd.
Okay, so I did 20 journals, and if that isn't enough, my GPA can take it and *shove it.* Yeah. What now, GPA? Welcome to second semester.
Also, it's going to be 60 tomorrow. Spring appears to have arrived.
. . . . . entries for 12.3.07 . . . . .
I am a journal-writin' MACHINE.
Actually, I'd make a better cleric or druid according to my stats. :P C'est la vie.
Also, I am apparently a lawful good elf wizard. Which sort of fits my stats.
My D&D stats!
Strength: 5 (mod -3)
Dexterity: 11 (mod +0)
Constitution: 11 (mod +0)
Intelligence: 13 (mod +1)
Wisdom: 15 (mod +2)
Charisma: 12 (mod +1)
Gaaah! I intend to take this when I am no longer in company of STUPID SCHOOL MACS.
Here is a concession to the laziness of mankind (and its unwillingness to read the balderdash I write).
. . . . . entries for 11.3.07 . . . . .
Mike informed me last night that some sort of parasite carried by cats can trigger the onset of schizophrenia in people who are genetically predisposed to it. I laughed. I laughed to keep from crying.
So I re-found this today. (It wasn't really lost, but whatev.) When we had a sub in English one day, Jenny suggested we all write our names on pieces of paper and send them around the class. So we all wrote nice things about one another on our sheets of paper, and got back our respective sheets at the end.
Mine is a riot. It says:
- has nice fishnet stockings.
wears the most lovely clothing, particularly her
green dress and matching Beret!
Erin will probably rule the world. She likes cats
Erin gives me better advice than my own mother.
She talks pretty
I like her boots
WEARS CLOTHING +
IS DESIRED BY STEVE
- will be president one day
nice fishnet stockings X 5
- always has great outfits
- interesting sense of fashion... "unique"
- is in Steve's fantasies
- smart & helpful
SMRAT
- is going to my dream school (U of C)
intelligable
- is really good at health class jepardy x sp?
I like it. :P And no, I'm not sure that I'm going to U of C, and I will probably not be president one day, and I don't think Steve actually has the hots for me. :P
Today, Erin cooked curried chicken without maternal assistance, and it is *delicious.* :D
Colin wrote my character for the birthday dungeon. I am a minotaur, which makes me the party tank. I am *never* the party tank. This is a highly bizarre state of affairs. And it's actual D&D, not one of Colin's streamlined systems, so the math for tanking is hellish. Such dice I must roll! Such bonuses I must add! It's a tough life.
Mama Wheeler DMing is a riot, though. She's considerably crueler than Colin typically is, and she has a fantastic evil cackle.
We have lost an hour to the clocks. The next week will be relatively warm. It is Sunday. I must do polisci journals, or face dreadful consequences tomorrow, when I would then have to write nine of them before Tuesday.
But I do not want to do polisci journals. I want to hang around and be lazy, and perhaps take a walk, and not think of school tomorrow. Spring is almost upon us and, like the snow and ice, I would be content to melt in anticipation.
. . . . . entries for 9.3.07 . . . . .
| You Are 31% Burned Out |
 You are a little burned out these days. You are mostly energized and happy, but you occasionally wear yourself down. Think about taking a personal day every so often. You work hard, and you deserve to give yourself a little break! |
A "personal day" sounds good, although such a day would be best taken in good company of some kind.
I'm a fan of the most recent strip of A Softer World. (It's a weird webcomic. Go with caution, if at all.)
Today was fantastic. It involved making people listen to Closer by Nine Inch Nails (in the sidebar for reference) during lunch, doing shockingly well in stat, having a drop in physics, chilling with Frank and Mama Ostrowski after school, and going out to dinner with aforementioned pair and my dad at Lombardo's. Good times were had by all.
What a day. :)
. . . . . entries for 8.3.07 . . . . .
Agh. Misery abounds - not with me so much as with other people, but you know what misery loves. That's right. It loves bizarre vitamin-packed "water beverages." Also company. Misery loves company.
I think Java Jive is going to be a wreck. I think my health is already a wreck. I think the econ team is going to be a shambly old lemon of a thing, or a wreck. The Art in War presentation was not remotely like a wreck, but I had to leave early. Various family members are wrecks - indeed, most family members are wrecks. Wreck. Wreck. Wreck.
My father has a preoccupation with the words "wreck" and "ruin." He uses them more than any other person I know.
Also, the song Trapeze Swinger by Iron and Wine is *so* wonderful.
Gah, tired. Java Jive meeting was a bust, and the econ meeting has been moved up awkwardly to 5:45. Gah.
I want an instant locator device. I would use it to find lots of things, but first of all, my Moulin Rouge DVD. :P
. . . . . entries for 7.3.07 . . . . .
Why is there such an aura of strangeness about things these past few days?
| The Part of You That No One Sees |
 You are powerful, passionate, and dominant. You have a vision of how things should be, and you do your best to make things happen. People rely on you for your strength. You are a rock to many. Underneath it all, you aren't so sure about your passions. So many ideas spark your interest, it is hard for you to get behind a select few. However, you see indecision as a sign of weakness. So you pursue your goals full force - no matter how foolish they turn out to be. |
All this because I liked the pretty bubbles. Sheesh.
I came to the conclusion today that I should not sleep as much as I did yesterday (read: I should not nap) because I am so unused to being well-rested that I find it profoundly unsettling. Being mildly to moderately manic and overtired is now my balancing point.
It's pretty ridiculous. I'll die when I turn 40.
| Your Scandinavian Name is: |
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Hm. . . sign of holly? I want something with mythological consequence, damn it. :P
. . . . . entries for 6.3.07 . . . . .
I want to memorize poetry. Endless poetry.
Jesus H. Christ, it's going to be in the 40's all next week. How is it possible? How can it BE?
I am freezing. And I need to write journals. But I do not want to. I want. . . to do something absurd, like tie a chair to my back and attempt to enter a window silently in two layers of underarmor and sweatpants. Not that I know anyone who's done that lately.
Winter does need to end. I look forward to this week in the mid-40's.
I am stealing this from my sister, who did not exactly steal it from Robert Frost.
* * *
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
The recent lack of commentary on my blog must be due to the fact that I am suddenly far less interesting. I am not sure how this happened, but I suspect it has something to do with catching up on news journals. I will therefore endeavor to avoid catching up on news journals from this point forward.
My reasoning is excellent. :P
Gah! Niskayuna Central School District, you're going to give all your students frostbite!
. . . . . entries for 5.3.07 . . . . .
I want the day off tomorrow. It is going to be cold like freaking WHOA.
If you were my Moulin Rouge DVD, where would you be?
This is what I did today instead of stat homework, because frankly, who needs stat homework? :P
. . . . . entries for 4.3.07 . . . . .
This is a rollicking good time. For me, anyway. :P
This here is pretty freaking hilarious.
This whole Fed Challenge thing is weird. I almost feel as if I know something about the economy. :P
:D!
I'm such a fangirl.
Zionist politics confuse the hell out of me, and sort of scare me. o.o
Chocolate chai? HELL YES.
I also must brag: Mr. Ferraro got into Rochester. :)
Took them long enough. :P
Polisci is not totally useless. Journaling led me to this. Very interesting indeed.
. . . . . entries for 3.3.07 . . . . .
:)
Bah. It's going to be cloudy tonight - we might not be able to see the eclipse. (Aside from that, I don't think I'd particularly want to just sit around and watch it unless I were in good company, so. . . eh.)
I wonder if Thumbelina would be a viable high school musical.
It's weekends like this one that make me really wish I had Final Fantasy XII. :P
I slept ludicrously late today. No one needs 14 hours of sleep. No one. o.O I seem to recall I was deliberately staying in bed to try to bring back some manner of interesting dream, but I hardly remember what manner of interesting dream at this point.
This goofy Kashi cereal is shockingly not bad. Hm.
There is going to be a lunar eclipse tonight. Reminds me of freshman year's lunar eclipse - I invited a bunch of people over to watch from my trampoline. I hardly even knew some of them. :P Very strange, high school drama-filled day. Also the occasion which sparked (no pun intended) the purchase of my electric blanket.
Times they are a'changin'.
I think this is the first weekend in ages I haven't had a million things to do by Monday. That being said, if I don't finally catch up on my damn polisci journals, I will want to kill myself the night before he collects them. I wish I were not such a godawful procrastinator.
. . . . . entries for 2.3.07 . . . . .
Tonight is that one winter night where everything is cast in blue, stark shadow by the full moon, almost directly overhead at midnight - beautiful.
The musical was extraordinary! A big congratulations to the cast, crew, orchestra and everyone else involved. Fantastic performance tonight. Even with technical difficulties. :P
And I didn't even slip and fall and die on the ice! Good day.
There are quite a few birthdays this weekend. o.O And in March generally. Hm. Interesting.
To revisit an old topic: I may be somewhat Hamletesque, but I tell you, I'd rather be Hamletesque than J. Alfred Prufrockesque. (We read the Love Song in English today. T.S. Eliot is God. Which is ironic. I think he'd appreciate the irony.)
Eh - more sleep would've been better, but I'll take what I can get. Should've gone to bed earlier, but I was led obnoxiously astray by interesting people and my lit blog, which is great fun. I might submit some of the stuff on it to NiskArt, on the off chance they want something so long and so. . . my writing. :P
In other news, it is the weekend. It never feels like Friday when it is these days. Very bizarre.
Two hour delay means Erin gets sleep! :D
. . . . . entries for 1.3.07 . . . . .
Well hey. I made a literary blog. Guess where it is?
(Yup. That's right. I'm not telling. You have to guess.)
Being kidnapped by Frank so frequently has got to be bad for my health, but then, there are much worse things to be addicted to. Heroin, for example. Heroin has got to be worse than Frank.
Alles geht mir ziemlich gut. :)
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)