. . . . . entries for 30.4.07 . . . . .
Oh my, my spine is terribly upset with me.
Discuss: would you (the reader) describe one Erin (the me) as "normal"? What are the connotations of your response in your own mind? How do you react if/when people refer to you as "normal"?
BUNNIES (and scary bulgey-eyed cat) ARE MANAGEABLE!
WHO KNEW!?
So. I might end up being the Princeton-Gravel liaison when I get to school in the fall. Gravel supporters are fantastic - manic, enthusiastic, all manner of ics.
. . . . . entries for 29.4.07 . . . . .
Oh wow.
German musicians Erin wants more CDs of: Falco, Farin Urlaub, Wir Sind Helden, Die Toten Hosen, Die Prinzen, Andreas Dorau, and Üdo Jurgens.
Ich liebe deutsche Musik. :D
| You Are Destined to Struggle With Your Weight |
 Like most people, you find it a little difficult to stay at at weight you're comfortable with. If you change a few habits and make food less important, you may find the struggle hardly exists anymore. |
It makes it sound like an epic battle. ENGARDE, WAISTLINE! -
Also also: I miss my Frank. A lot. This needs to be rectified.
Also: I have an Aunt Lee! Who knew?
Well, I have declared my first (very terrible) bunny complete, and it is drying downstairs. My first priority today is the consumption of food, after which comes my German speech. More bunnies, and studying for stat, may or may not come into the picture.
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(and also - I'm going to Cape Cod today, won't be back until very late at night/early in the morning, must somehow finish bunnies by Wednesday - it will be riotous - stay tuned! - )
And the beat goes on.
. . . . . entries for 27.4.07 . . . . .
As I said, this man is amazing.
amazing
amazing
REALLY FREAKING AMAZING
Well, my ducklings, Java Jive was phenomenal, and I mean that. I believe the most phenomenal performers, in my mind, were Emily Payton (Christ, what a poet), General Lee Speaking (I'm signing up as a fangirl/roadie ASAP), and - of course - Allie Tepper, who is transformed into a goddess when she starts reciting poetry. If you were not there tonight, it is likely that you had something else that needed doing, but trust me - Java Jive was better.
Colin was also awesome. I did not mention him in the List O' Awesome because he's one of my best friends, and that doesn't seem fair.
Haberdasher?
A brief, true fable: in the late middle of the evening, Natalie came up to me and informed me that Kwame had decided to give me a book, as a gift - the last copy he had with him. It was not a poetry book - it was Do the Write Thing, his DIY guide on publishing. I spent a fair amount of the remainder of the night - when I was not completely floored by the talent in front of me, which was long and often - looking back at the book and smiling. Colin taught me doing this once and said, quietly: "You're lucky."
I am very lucky, more lucky than I will ever really know - blessed, even. I am so lucky I want to cry, because it's just luck. Maybe I deserve some of it, but not all of it, not remotely, and there are people who are unlucky, who are incredible poets, and unlucky, and I want to give all my luck to them, because they - for all the unluck they've lived through - deserve everything.
I was thinking about this blog post in the car on the way home, and it may become a poem eventually. This is the sort of thing poetry is for.
"President Jacques Chirac will hold talks and dine with German Chancellor Angela Merkel in Berlin on Thursday in what could be his last overseas trip before leaving power."
Funny - I didn't know there was a sea between Germany and France.
It's my free block in school, and I have nothing to do. Plenty to do, of course, in the long term, at home, to which I currently have no access. C'est la vie.
The workshop with Kwame was fantastic. I recited (recote?) one of the poems I'm performing tonight, got valuable feedback - and everyone really liked it. Encouraging, to say the least. I don't know when they want performers there, unfortunately. Maybe Colin knows. I'll see him in compart, anyway.
I ought to go look for people, like Ms. Casley and Mr. Sive. I believe I shall.
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All the college-related advertisements on gmail asking "Will you get in? Find out!" and so forth make me smile.
And I got damn little done this evening because of the debate. Sigh.
Also, I am deathly afraid of Giuliani. I hope some other damn Republican wins the nomination, so we can soundly trounce them in the general election.
I just watched the first Democratic presidential candidate debate, and I must say, I am a fan of this guy. He's too old and too flamingly liberal to win the nomination, but he's great fun. Kucinich is a likeable fellow as well, as I've been reminded, and he also has a smokin' hot 20-something redhead of a wife. Rawr.
I was disappointed with Edwards especially, and also with Obama. Hillary held up fairly well. Mr. New Mexico was an awkward speaker, and the others left no particular impression with me.
It's still early. Some will drop out, and they will all, in general, sort themselves out more over time. For now, though, my primary vote's probably on Kucinich - but only because Gravel is so old.
"I'm not afraid of anyone. Are you afraid? Who the hell are we going to nuke, Barack?"
Brilliant man. Brilliant.
| You Can Make 57% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You |
 You certainly have this dating thing down - and you know how to charm most people. And when your charm seems broken, just think back to what has worked in the past. You have the tools to make almost anyone fall in love with you - you just have to put them into action. |
Which introduces the question: why do I bugger around with these completely useless, usually wrong blogthings?
Haaaa. Applying to be an intern at the Secular Student Alliance. Late, so I almost definitely won't get it, however.
However.
Hahahaha!
- and, painfully, I don't actually have anything due tomorrow, except brownies, and that's not until the evening anyway.
I have an absurd amount of stuff to do. If my parents decide I need to go to Cape Cod this weekend, I will be über-screwed. (Since most of you have already heard me bitch about this, I'll spare you here on the grand Internet.)
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| Your Life is 40% Green |
 You're on the right track to living a green life, and you're definitely doing your part to help out. You care about the earth, and hopefully this quiz has given you some ideas on how you can do more! |
I'm working on it. :P
I hate having no short-term homework and tons and tons of long-term homework, because it leaves the doing all up to my time-management skills, which are, shall we say, lacking. :P Sigh. I am in just such a position now. I should be sculpting bunnies or researching the life and achievements of Angela Merkel, but damn it, damn it! . . .
. . . . . entries for 24.4.07 . . . . .
| Your Life is 18% Off Track |
 No doubt about it, you are living the right life. You've made some great decisions, and they've definitely paid off. Keep it up. You're on the right track! |
Well, that's good, anyway.
Some nights are consumed by AP English lit. This is one of those nights. I am eating habañero pistachios and not really thinking about Passing. I just finished Slaughterhouse 5, for the love of God. I can't transition from something awesome to something terrible this quickly.
Grrrr structuralism.
. . . . . entries for 22.4.07 . . . . .
Fed Challenge is over! Wahoo!
. . . but seriously, why doesn't this blog have a black Blogger toolbar anymore? It just decided to go away one day and never came back.
Frank and I went on a walk this evening. On our way back from the lock, we saw a shooting star.
Officially going to Princeton next fall, as soon as my mom decides to go mail all the damn reply forms.
. . . . . entries for 21.4.07 . . . . .
I wrote a poem! It is on my lit blog. I sort of want to read it at Java Jive. I will see if the folks running the thing will let me.
Oh! A good thing: a short story of mine is in Niskart this year, or so I am told by several Niskart folks in my advanced studio class. Huzzah, huzzah, huzzah!
Tomorrow is Earth Day. I thought this worth pointing out.
This paragraph in Slaughterhouse 5 has just now made me deeply miserable.
"'If I hadn't spent so much time studying Earthlings,' said the Tralfamadorian, 'I wouldn't have any idea what was meant by "free will." I've visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe, and I have studied reports on one hundred more. Only on Earth is there any talk of free will.'"
When it comes down to it, we Earthlings probably aren't going to stray too far from Earth, nevermind the solar system. We're eventually going to be burned up by our own sun, if something slightly less catastrophic doesn't happen before then. And everything will be gone.
Usually I am mostly indifferent towards dying. I don't think about it a lot. Lately, listening to my heartbeat and thinking about what it would be like if it stopped, I have been very, very opposed to dying.
Hm. Not sure what I think of that - doesn't look like Gaiman in his natural state to me.
I've been meaning to post this for a while. I think it's a total riot.
To be honest, what I find strangest about the Virginia Tech happenings is the incredible amount of coverage it's getting. Bios of victims in the New York Times, endless backstory of the killer. There will always be psychopaths - as Brian pointed out to me, some kid gunned down their principal in the last day or two - but such magnitude, such strange circumstances, and so many chances to stop them. . .
I want to read the plays. I think I'm going to go look for them.
Haha! I explored. I saw something that looked like a beaten path off the bikepath. Turned out it only went down about 30 feet, at which point I went off said beaten path. Close to the river, I was seized by the desire to soak my feet in the mud, which I did. On the way back up - still barefoot, still muddy - I cut my foot on a dry twig. Mud is friendly. Dry twigs are not.
But I return triumphant. I saw a garter snake by the path and said hello to him/her. I saw last year's red berries hanging from dead branches. I saw a tree with four bulletholes in it. I saw lots and lots of people.
:D Good day.
There's this feeling I get on nice days, like grass between my toes, like I want to explore somewhere. Unfortunately, I really have noplace to explore around here.
Brian told me to tell all my friends, so I'm telling you.
| Your Kisses Are Spicy and Wild |
 Your kisses are powerful stuff. They'll start a fire in almost anyone you kiss. You kiss with passion, skill, and endurance. Anyone who kisses you is in for a long, intense ride. You better watch out though. Your incredible kisses are likely to get you in trouble! |
Pfffffffft. xD
Seventy degrees!
The first half of yesterday (read: school) was pretty awful. The second half made up for it, and now, it is seventy degrees. Seventy degrees! :)
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Who did no homework due to exhaustion and lack of motivation? Who? WHO!?
It's going to be warm today. :)
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Update: I survived econ. This is surprising. I don't know if we progressed to semifinals yet, but it is a distinct possibility - again, surprising.
I also lost my glasses yesterday, and forgot my wallet at home today. Getting into Princeton does not make you smart.
OMG tired.
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I hate economics. That is all.
. . . . . entries for 16.4.07 . . . . .
I wonder where my black toolbar has gone. I sort of miss it.
| You Are Agnostic |
 God? Religion? Maybe... you're just not sure. You're still figuring out your spiritual path... or figuring out you really don't care. You believe that no one really can know the true story about religion or God. So you might as well relax a little. You'll go crazy trying make sense of it all. |
Bugger you, oversimplifying blogthing. Bugger you all to Hell.
Tonight is a night of writing. And possibly a smidgeon of economics. I guess. If I must.
The Niskayuna Central School District clearly does not put a high value on human life, sending us to school in these driving conditions. Tch.
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I'm a rainbow.
| There's a 46% Chance That You Need Therapy |
 If you think you need therapy, you probably do. But there's a good chance you don't. Like everyone else, you have your fair share of problems. And unlike most people, you're fairly good at solving them yourself. |
I really enjoy online quizzes that pry into such personal aspects of one's life. Really.
Done with journals finally - not that it means a great deal, as I still have the lobby project and multitudes of stat homework to do. Sigh.
| You Are the Super Ego |
 While some people may think first and act later... you often don't act at all. You rather be safe than sorry, and you take ethics pretty seriously. Like everyone, you have some pretty crazy desires. But unlike everyone, you restrain yourself. You have high standards for your own behavior. And you happily exceed them. |
BUGGERING SUPEREGO.
In other news, I cannot believe this man spoke to me.
It is going to be a miserable day tomorrow. Too warm for a snowday, with a plethora of stuff due and (probably) an econ meeting in the evening.
I must motivate myself. It is not going well.
Also, if I were reasonable, I would go to Princeton without question. Other schools generally want me to take out loans and do work-study, which Princeton wouldn't make me do. It's the number one university in the country. You'd bloody well think I could settle, wouldn't you?
I'll probably go there. I probably won't visit elsewhere, because there's little enough time and money to do so. The more I think about it, the more I know that, as I remember thinking a long time ago, there is no perfect college for me. It's useless to look for one now. It's not about finding someplace perfect: it's about finding someplace in which a perfect niche can be discovered. Princeton is workable.
As for Chicago and Tufts: I don't want to immerse myself in a group of like-minded or near-like-minded individuals, even if it would mean being able to relate closely to hundreds of people. That isn't what life is like. I want to be around a lot of different people, and I've never come across a more mixed-up lot of human beings than those at Princeton. There are those I could relate to, and those I could still befriend, not in spite of but because of the contrast.
There are a few things Princeton has that noplace else does.
1: Name recognition. This is not just to my benefit once I graduate. If I were to call someone - anyone - on behalf of the university or a university organization, I wouldn't just be brushed off. Princeton is on the map for traveling speakers of all stripes because of its reputation.
2: The best creative writing department in the country.
3: An uncanny way of having thought of every possible organization, mechanism, or other tidbit for the comfort, convenience, and enjoyment of everyone involved in the university. This sounds strange, but it's just something I gathered while there - no one told me. They go out of their way to make the logistics of college easy.
4: One word, and one word merely: subsidies.
5: Woody Woo.
6: If I didn't like Princeton, I could always transfer out - but Princeton doesn't accept transfer applications. This is my only chance to go there. I might as well give the place a chance.
Bugger. It isn't snowing anymore.
How very singular! I came home yesterday, yet I did not blog. Hm.
Well, yes. I am back from Princeton. I expected the trip to be euphoric, decision-affirming, et cetera, but it wasn't - it in fact caused considerable angst over whether or not I'd actually go there. Ultimately, I have arrived at the penultimate conclusion that I ought to visit other places, probably, although I still think it most probable that I will go to Princeton.
Princeton is a strange place.
. . .
I was going to elaborate on its strangeness, but I have been sidetracked, and my heart is no longer in it. :P Maybe later, I guess.
. . . . . entries for 11.4.07 . . . . .
Leaving for Princeton soon. Stress is soaking out through my pores, but not quickly enough. >.o
This is made of win.
. . . . . entries for 10.4.07 . . . . .
My wasabi peas are gone. :(
My spicy pistachios remain. :D
(And my chocolate lamb. I should really get on that. :P)
I sometimes think I am too vulgar. :P
I think my remaining 4 news journals are coming out of The Daily Princetonian. :P I've spent so much freaking time talking to other '11ers today when I should've been journaling. It's ab-fucking-surd.
(I think I still like e-fucking-nough [or "a fucking nuff"] better.)
So has anything interesting happened in the world this past month? 'Cause if it has, you should totally tell me so I can write about it. :P
So I walked. It was nice. I even saw something really exciting!
Guess what it was.
Come on, guess.
Blogs are not suitable to guessing games.
Anyway. I saw a big white SWAN on the river! It was rather awesome. I also saw a big bird of prey which I could not identify, but the swan shocked me considerably more.
The parents freaked out about my walking, as it was known (by you, me, and the whole damn planet) that they would. I have agreed to take a self-defense class this summer in light of today, and my father in particular not wanting me on the stretch of path between the lock and Blatnick because it's "too deserted" and "it's just the kind of conditions that would make it easy for someone to take advantage of you."
Buggery and damnation. It's Niskayuna. I wish the parents would relax a bit.
Anyway. That as it was, I argued until they agreed to drop me off at Blatnick, which they did. I met Frank at St. James, drank a latte, and hung around for a while until they came and picked me up at 1:45 or so; I had arrived at Starbucks around 11.
And that is the epic story of my day. I am going to make a habit of going on long walks on forbidden stretches of the bikepath, because I am a jerk, and I (presumptuously, self-importantly, etc etc) think it best to ease the parents into empty nesting.
| You Are 42% Manic |
 You are definitely super charged, and your energy is infectious! Your mania is something to be proud of. You wouldn't be you without it. Just make sure not to give into that self destructive streak of yours. |
. . . and on that note, freakin' tired, goin' to sleep. :P
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I cannot convince my mother to let me go on a walk, cell phone attached, past the lock, because it's a low population section of the path, she says, and there could be a scary mist monster ready to gobble me up. She's done the thing she does - "let's talk about it in the morning" - which means "I will give you false hope now and casually crush it later." Granted, it's only a walk, but the pattern is so familiar that it retains its sting even when applied to something so trivial, so. . . healthy.
What the HELL are my parents going to do when I'm in college?
WARNING: this blog entry consists entirely of Erin bragging. If you don't want to read it, then. . . don't.
I got this in a letter from Princeton today.
"Dear Erin:
What I find most exciting about the admissions season are the moments when Dean Rapelye pops into my office, or buttonholes me on the way to a meeting, to tell me with enormous enthusiasm about one or another particularly outstanding applicant she believes would make a great match with Princeton. I don't think she's ever used the term "creme de la creme," but when she takes the time to tell me about each of the many excellent applications she and her staff have read that day, I'm pretty sure that's what she has in mind.
As you've probably figured out by now, you are one of the applicants Dean Rapelye went out of her way to mention to me over the past few months. For that reason, I wanted to send along this note expressing my appreciation of your having applied to Princeton and my hope that you will agree that Princeton is an especially good match for your intellectual interests and aspirations."
. . . and so on. Attached is a list of faculty and contact info, should I take an interest in bothering any one of them. It made me smile.
Well, this morning, I read the following on the Princeton facebook forum:
"You know how Harvard has "50 Successful Harvard Application Essays" book?
How come there is none for Princeton? I mean, Princeton is the BEST school in America, isn't it? ;)
I say we push for publishing one for Princeton Class of 2011! I wouldn't mind at all getting my essay published."
I responded (after many others, all agreeing with the first):
"I wrote the common app essay on Athena and Aries, and the Princeton quote essay on the last four lines of T.S. Eliot's Hollow Men. I think I liked the common app essay better - I agonized over it a lot more, and didn't have to chop it down so much to fit in the word limit.
Maybe I'm just evil and greedy, but I'm not really in favor of publishing a book of "successful essays." I don't think writing college essays should be about tailoring them to an institution, or even tailoring them to something objectively "good." It should be about writing: an honest display of the author's ability and some sort of display (honest, subliminal or an outright lie, if that's what you're into) of his or her intentions.
Essay-tailoring is visible to admissions personnel, and they don't like it. I think The Daily Princetonian doesn't have a book out because it doesn't want to encourage that kind of behavior or general mentality among its applicants. I think it's right."
I'm such a rebel.
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Oh wow. Marmosets are chimeras. Who knew?
Wasabi peas are really rather addictive.
I am struck by how little time I have.
Happy pagan-fertility-rites-of-spring-day. :D Also Christ-comes-back-from-the-dead-day, if you're into that.
Tonight, I am:
ENFP
1% Extraverted
50% Intuitive
25% Feeling
22% Perceiving
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| You Are a Chocolate Bunny |
 A traditionalist, you secretly want to dress up like a bunny. And not just on Easter. |
Oh my.
Colin's pre-easter thing was fun, even if I did get owned at Wii/Uno.
| You Are the Index Finger |
 You are ambitious, driven, and capable. You aren't afraid to take responsibility for your actions - or place the blame on whoever deserves it. You are honest, free thinking, and objective. You see things in your own way - and you aren't afraid to let everyone know about it. You get along well with: The Thumb Stay away from: The Ring Finger |
A point of amusement: if I change a couple of my answers, I become the ring finger. Internal conflict, anyone?
. . . . . entries for 6.4.07 . . . . .
Frank made me a lamb for Easter. Out of fair trade dark chocolate. He is truly extraordinary. (He would be truly extraordinary whether or not he had made me the lamb, but this definitely gives him another couple of points on the "omfgwow" scale.)
I feel oddly busy for someone on break.
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In the realm of "oh, shit!"-inducing realities: semifinals for the econ competition are on the same day as Java Jive. Not sure if that's gonna work so well. This assumes we get to semis, which we might not, 'cause we're sort of really dysfunctional.
Okay, so I gotta say, I kinda want one.
I could've gone to the NHS meeting, I suppose, but such inefficiency - I'd have to make someone drive me home, and you know, when one thinks about it, the amount of gas wasted on things like NHS meetings is appalling. I shall endeavor to cut back.
Also, I got a present. A graded present. :D I really love my Hamlet journals, and I really love that Ms. Moore liked them. She went back to her house to get mine for me 'cause I asked about them and she had said she'd have them before break. And people say they don't get it when I say I see a lot of myself in her. :P
Doomed to be an English teacher am I. Doomed, doomed, doomed.
Before this was posted, I had exactly 3500 posts on this blog. Creepy.
Well, now I ruined it. :P Whatev.
I do not wish to engage in productive activities.
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I was just phone-accosted by a freshman boy at Princeton, who "honestly told me" (on several counts, often with sort of goofily endearing stutters) how wonderful the school is. He never seemed to figure out that I don't need convincing, although he was very reassuring.
After my first post tomorrow, the orange Princeton cat will be gone from the front page of my blog.
| Your Life is Better Than 65% of All People |
 You really have things pretty good - so stop a minute and appreciate how great your life is. You likely have a cheery outlook, supportive friends, and plenty to keep you happily busy. You are usually content - and with good reason. You have a lot to be happy about. So when things don't go well, remember that you have it better than most people! |
The title of this makes me giggle.
Happiness is a freshly opened bag of habañero pistachios.
Journals aren't due until after break! Glory, glory, hallelujah!
I am very wet, because it is raining and cold and my bus took forever to get to the high school, but damn it, life is GOOD.
. . . . . entries for 3.4.07 . . . . .
I think I'll live, if only just.
I feel pretty dead.
Journals journals journals journals.
REMIND ME AGAIN HOW TODAY HAPPENS WITHOUT KILLING ME
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I think it will take a long, long time for me to get used to the idea of going to Princeton. Not in a bad way, just in a "wtf how did that happen" way.
This is awful. Now that I've found the Daily Princetonian, I want to read it, and when I read it, I'm not reading the Times. Gack.
What the hell is wrong with my nose? I ask you.
Brag (or, perhaps, continued bewilderment).
If any of you have read any Discworld, you may know about the concept of the Trousers of Time. You go down one leg, you're in one universe; you go down the other, you're subject to different conditions. How different varies depending on which trousers we're talking about.
These are pretty impressive trousers I am negotiating. As I decide which leg I will navigate, I am aware that there are six (or more) very fine legs that I am not choosing. It's sort of painful, but time goes on, and one cannot stall infinitely between legs, wondering which is right and which is wrong.
No decision is completely permanent and binding. If I dislike this leg, I can always gnaw a hole through the fabric and hop onto another one at the knees or thereabouts. It's not so bad.
And aside from all that, this does look like a fortuitous and scenic leg.
| Your Psyche is Blue |
 You are deeply emotional and very connected to everything (and everyone) around you. By simply understanding other people, you are able to help them heal and let go. While you are a very deep and thoughtful person, you do have a very silly, superficial side. When you are too blue: the weight of the world's problems hangs over you When you don't have enough blue: you lack perspective and understanding |
Bluuuuuue.
I always thought that song - the blue song - sounded like "if I were green, I would die."
I have junkfood! SUCH junkfood. It is absurd. My sister, my father, and my DM, they all get me junkfood. It is piling up next to and on my computer desk much faster than I can consume it.
And schoolwork! SUCH schoolwork. The damn econ thing didn't end up falling through, so I have to work on it for a matter of some hours tomorrow. This on top of polisci balderdash and whatever else I'm supposed to be doing. I am not going to even bother caring about the so-called compart deadline. I cannot bring myself to care. It's flash. It takes for-freaking-ever.
My bunny was well-received today. I was surprised. I am also surprised that Princeton's financial aid offer, of those I've received so far, is hands down the best. Still waiting on Tufts, and it's possible they'll do something even better, but I doubt. It's looking like Princeton to me.
I feel amiss.
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I wonder if, by sheer force of senioritis, I could lose some of what my dear mother calls my "embarrassment of riches" and get un-accepted from a college or three. :P It's tempting.
Das Pronto is unique in the distinct difficulty with which it comes off of one's hands/out from under one's fingernails.
Oh god I hate bunnies.
How in God's name am I going to get all this art/polisci stuff done?
| You Are 64% Tortured Genius |
 You are smart. Brilliant in fact. And while it's a blessing, it's also a curse. Your head is filled with everything - grand ideas, insufferable worries, and a good deal of angst. |
Today (yesterday by now) I had over nine hours of Frank. A couple of them involved bikepath-strolling, a couple involved cooking, and a few involved cuddling. He's not a bad guy, y'know? He cooks. He strolls. He cuddles. Not bad at all.
An announcement, after a moment's contemplation: I intend to give no part of myself up for college, including those parts external to myself, unless those parts are abjectly bad. I may, for example, endeavor to abandon my thigh fat in favor of muscle. :P
Friends and family are not thigh fat. I advise against fearing abandonment, no matter where I go. Princeton (or anywhere else) would be hard-pressed to change me completely. I'm stubborn and difficult and damn it, if I go someplace different enough from me to merit some manner of change, I'll be the agent, not the affected.
WHITE RABBIT.
Well. The last decision is in, and it's in. It's funny because it means two things. See how I did that? See?
And now, the question of my decision becomes one of impressive familial drama. Sigh.
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
.:past:.
April 2002
May 2002
June 2002
July 2002
August 2002
September 2002
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)