. . . . . entries for 31.7.07 . . . . .
My nails are so short.
My Frank and his mom came over with their new cell phones. It was odd, because my parents aren't here so I think Connie felt a need to keep an eye on us, and I think she was thinking of that more than she needed to. The eye I don't mind - it's the mindset of *being* the eye that's offputting.
So little time left, and almost all of that spent apart. I'm trying to become less of a silly overemotional teenaged girl about it, but it's not working very well.
Thank-you notes.
Oh why does it have to feel like no thank-you notes are going to be written?
Also: I broke a nail down to the quick tonight, which means I need to basically cut all my nails off completely. This is going to SUCK, people. My nails have not been that short in years.
I think people would not throw caloric, unhealthy, munchy things at me so much if I were visibly overweight. :P
I had a spell early in my shift today during which I felt my time at Wendy's constitutes a complete and utter waste of life. It was bad. It got better when I struck up a conversation about Social Security with my coworkers, and when my manager let me read Harry Potter during downtime.
It is beautiful outside. A walk would be nice but I cannot take one. I have decided I am killing my thank-you notes tonight, before I sleep, if I can. Killing them dead. DEAD. AT LAST.
. . . . . entries for 30.7.07 . . . . .
I got my new iBook today, which at the moment I am calling Little Darling (I got the Beatles song stuck in my head while configuring it), but which will probably receive a different name in time. My dad thinks it's causing an electrical fire. I hope it isn't.
So presently, I must figure out how the hell to transfer all my junk from this computer to that one, absent a firewire cable, using instead my iPod in disc mode. I think I may attempt to transfer my music first, already on the iPod in regular mode, and then other stuff in disc mode, buuuuuut I dunno. Gotta look it up.
There are special widgets on Little Darling that someone programmed just for Princeton, and my default background is a tower on campus. Figures. "You're so vain, you probably think this computer's about you, don't you, don't you?"
Huh. Well. I'm finally blogging.
I am out of it, and sort of stricken by a strange brand of existential angst. I am going to bed imminently.
Um. And I think that's about it.
. . . . . entries for 29.7.07 . . . . .
MENSCHENOPFER! HARTE DROGEN! SEXUELLE HÖRIGKEIT!
Best. Ringtone. Ever.
Anyway. Wendy's on Sunday's lunch shift = yaaaaaawn. My last day is August 15, which is also my mother's 60th birthday. O thrill of thrills.
The Saturday Night Max Thing was good - we played charades, although we never got to the best card, in Extras, which was an action: "playing charades." Such hilarity would have ensued. (Sadly, the girls' team cannot take credit - it was all Greg Burke who is, you may be surprised to hear, not female.)
Reading Harry Potter. Spoil nothing, wenches. NOTHING.
TOFUBROTCHEN! FENCHELTEE und BLANKER NEID. . . es tut mir Leid.
. . . . . entries for 28.7.07 . . . . .
Also: got word today from Princeton that I'm with Lifeties for Community Action, which is my pre-orientation thing. It's a nonprofit that is basically a safe refuge for troubled adolescents of various description. It'll be. . . different, that's for sure.
On a completely different note, Frank leaves for college in one month. Most of my friends leave in considerably less than that.
The walk was a success. We walked to the lock, jumped into the Mohawk (well, three of us did anyway) and walked back. There are pictures aplenty of this event on facebook.
Pizza afterwards was also a success. The Inferno off Latham Circle is great, in the event that you happen to be searching for a new and tasty Italian place.
I was looking for Harry Potter, but I did not find it. Perhaps tomorrow I will finally start to read it.
My shoulders are unhappy. :P Hopefully sleep will make this better, not worse.
. . . . . entries for 27.7.07 . . . . .
| Your Biblical Name Is... |
 You will not live to see the end of times. |
Ummmmm?
Ai carumba.
Today (or rather yesterday): Frank time, which was good. Work, which sucked. Paycheck, which is good, though not sufficiently fat for my personal tastes. No job at PO, which is. . . what it is. Susan and Matt visiting on my break, which was good.
The first two weeks at Wendy's were fine, but it's just getting more insufferable all the time.
. . . . . entries for 26.7.07 . . . . .
My laptop for Princeton originated in Shanghai. God help me.
AGH
today (meaning, by now, yesterday) was frustrating.
Post office stuff. Furniture. Dad getting blood drawn. Peaches. Absorbed my day, which started too early.
Work was bad. Only three closers, and they put me on a position I've never been on before, which meant washing dishes by the ludicrous Wendy's method which does not clean things so much as simulate a cleaning ritual. I was bad at it. My manager did it. I did other junk. I feel incompetent.
If I worked for the PO I'd make almost double the money with the same time, only I'd probably be working six days a week for eight hours a day. It would drive me utterly bugfuck. I hope they do not want to hire me.
Similarly - if they make a habit of doing this sort of crazy shit in terms of staffing at Wendy's, I may go postal on them.
AGH
. . . . . entries for 24.7.07 . . . . .
Chilling with Natalie was fun, except I stubbed my toe, and I worry it may be broken, as it still hurts rather a lot. There's not much I can do about it. I popped an anti-inflammatory and hopefully it'll be less awful tomorrow. I have to work - i.e. stand for 7 hours - so eeeeh.
Also went to the new Afghan place next to Café Nora's, which was pretty good. It reminded me of cooking with Colin. The rice tasted distinctly of garam masala (or warm spice mix, as we call it), and the whole meal tasted of culinary balance. I sort of miss cooking with Colin. Eventually he must come back from France.
I need to call the post office tomorrow morning. Woo. o.O
Lord do I ever love Samson by Regina Spektor. I need more of her.
So I put up a topic about substance-free dorms in my residential college group on facebook. My second post went thusly:
". . . incidentally, in my own case, I'm sort of scared of the alcohol culture at Princeton, since I was utterly uninvolved in my high school's (thriving) party scene. I prefer tongue-scorchingly spicy things, dark chocolate, and Mountain Dew for social fare, as they oil the wheels of good cheer and late-night intellectual inquiry without, you know, leeching B-vitamins and inducing vomiting (usually)."
I worry I am horrifying my hallmates before they even lay eyes on me.
. . . not that I'll change my mannerisms just so I don't scare them. :P
. . . . . entries for 23.7.07 . . . . .
Got list of spring writing seminars for Princeton today. Turns out none of them make me swoon like the four spring frosh seminars (heirs of Thoreau, philosophy of education, fall from Eden and economics of global warming) but some look okay.
Apparently most kids get one of their top three (of eight) choices, and mine (as they now stand) are The Politics of Friendship (in which Aristotle, Kant, Kierkegaard, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and John Stuart Mill are read), The Literature of Transgression (in which Dostoevsky, Nabokov and Kafka are read), and Religion, Myth and Ritual (in which Genesis and a bunch of stuff I have never heard of before are read). As you may have gathered, reading list was a significant consideration in the classes I ranked first. :P
The rest of my list reads Color Experience (not just race, but visual color in general; Passing is read in this, which is a turnoff), Imagining America (in which Kafka's Amerika and all manner of actual American literature is read, and which is taught by the same formerly-Cornell professor as Color Experience), Liberal/Conservative, Science in the Media, and Religion and Sexuality.
I don't actually sign up for any of this until December, but I figured I'd try to get my ducks in order, so to speak. Is that the phrase? Ducks in order? Ducks in a row perhaps? Counting unhatched duck-eggs?
I still need to apply for HUM (and, sort of, CW).
Oi vey with college things. Oi-freakin'-vey.
SPOILER ALERT courtesy Matt Baxter.
. . . no, it isn't about Deathly Hallows, and I bet most of my readership has already plowed through the damn book anyway.
| Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading |
 You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive. You understand people better than they would like to be understood. Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details. You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on! Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now |
Oh boy.
I took the muse one, and I got the astronomy muse, which seemed a bit off - and probably not a very strong match, so I didn't bugger around with the whole copy-paste thing. :P
Dinner at Sadowsky's + concert in Saratoga + projected indie romance film at Leto's = a pretty good Sunday. :)
. . . . . entries for 21.7.07 . . . . .
Phonezoo is magnificent. Just thought you should know.
Wow. I have exactly 1000 photos in my screensaver folder right now. Trippy.
And it's about to change. :P Here I come, grad pictures I never downloaded!
. . . . . entries for 20.7.07 . . . . .
A sleepy Frank just went home, and arrived there intact, but still sleepy. I made curry. It is very, very cold for ostensibly being July.
I understand Harry Potter comes out right about now.
Hm. I appear not to have much newsy to say. :P
First paycheck tonight.
AND THREE DAYS OFF.
And new cell phone that actually functions. And takes pictures.
. . . . . entries for 19.7.07 . . . . .
To-do list:
-finish thank-you notes.
-finish applying for HUM.
-apply for CW, in spite of the fact that you will probably not take it this year.
-read the Odyssey, Iliad and Nickeled and Dimed like it's your freakin' job.
Spam mail in FRENCH? Come on now.
I am still incredibly happy about this quiz result.
Which Final Fantasy Character Are You?
:D
These rainboots are pretty lovely as well.
Okay, so I've decided. I want whale rain boots and this.
And when I say I've decided, I mean it's a pretty damn good option, ain't it?
. . . . . entries for 18.7.07 . . . . .
I just ordered my Macbook from the Princeton computer store. I will get it in 2 to 6 weeks. :D My mom wants to get me rainboots. I suppose I will go looking at them again now - also at snazzy laptop bags.
Bloomlunch and paycheck tomorrow! And no work all weekend! Huzzah!
| Your Worry Factor is 49% |
 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! |
Well, this only seems mildly absurd.
At 2 PM, it is about as dark as it would ordinarily be at 8 PM this time of year, only it is not pretty sunset dark, it is gray damp chilly clammy dark. I do not think I approve of this.
Also, now that I've told Mr. Bloom I work at Wendy's, Gmail is advertising the Baconator to me. O the humanity.
So Kevin, the born-again black guy I work with, told me a short while ago that if I don't marry Frank, he will get me pregnant and leave me. Kevin is getting harder and harder to put up with every night.
. . . . . entries for 17.7.07 . . . . .
Apparently my quad is two doubles with a nice big common room. :D I need to ask my roomies if they mind having an eye in said common room.
. . . . . entries for 16.7.07 . . . . .
You know, I would be so happy to be able to call Bill Richardson my president. He still looks like a long shot right now, but really. I would be thrilled. I would be proud of my goofy republic for once.
How is it that the Odyssey is so much less bloody dense than the Iliad?
I am living in this building next year.
| Your Brain is Green |
 Of all the brain types, yours has the most balance. You are able to see all sides to most problems and are a good problem solver. You need time to work out your thoughts, but you don't get stuck in bad thinking patterns. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about the future, philosophy, and relationships (both personal and intellectual). |
Wow, so, I find that scary-accurate. o.O
. . . . . entries for 15.7.07 . . . . .
Wendy's is good life experience. I meet ex-cons, cons-to-be, ought-to-be-cons, cons-born-again, and struggling college students trying to become grade school teachers. (One of these is not like the others, and yet is put in the same position by our society.)
Okay, so the first time I took this I got fourth born, but when I changed one answer I was dubious about, I got this:
| You Are Likely a Second Born |
 At your darkest moments, you feel inadequate. At work and school. you do best when you're evaluating. When you love someone, you offer them constructive criticism. In friendship, you tend to give a lot of feedback - positive and negative. Your ideal careers are: accounting, banking, art, carpentry, decorating, teaching, and writing novels. You will leave your mark on the world with art and creative projects. |
Well well well! says I.
Festa with Frank was pretty good, actually, although we'll both have killer sugar hangovers in the morning. :P It's amazing what a boy can do to improve one's mood.
I love my Frank.
. . . . . entries for 14.7.07 . . . . .
Festa with Frank? I'm skeptical, but we'll see.
I work Sunday through Thursday, and have Friday, Saturday and Sunday next week off. Initially this sounded good. Now it sounds like "JESUS CHRIST I HAVE TO WORK FIVE NIGHTS IN A ROW!?"
Tired. Discovering new, inexplicable bruises all the time. Achy in my left shoulder from the tetanus shot, especially since Dad accidentally knocked it after my tuberculosis reading.
I do not, by the way, have tuberculosis.
I knew I was tired, and therefore out of sorts, basically all day, but when I got to Harts' for philosophy club and learned the kids had moved to the pool because apparently Karoline needed to be there for some reason, I became aware that I was honest-to-God miserable. I am currently horrifically impatient with people, overemotional, and constantly afraid to speak because I think I might start crying.
My dad thinks I have labile blood pressure (i.e. stress gives me heart attacks - who knew it was actually a medical condition?). I think I might be in caffeine withdrawal, or sick with laryngitis from one of my coworkers, or just bloody tired. Regardless, I plan on banging my head against something, passing out, and I guess eating something because my dad made me promise to.
I must fix this.
. . . . . entries for 13.7.07 . . . . .
Apparently I don't do drugs. Who knew?
| Your Ideal Pet is a Little Dog |
 You're both high strung, hyper, and cute. You're one of the few people who can get away with carrying your little dog in a little bag. |
. . . pffffhahahahaha!
Bright side: I appear to be getting calf muscles and biceps, although the latter is doubtless an illusion caused by vaccination-induced increased blood flow.
Vacuuming the front of Wendy's is a freakin' workout.
MY FEET ARE SO SORE
MY DELTOIDS ARE SO SORE
I DO NOT LIKE WORK
OR SHOTS
OR PEOPLE WHO SMOKE AND DRINK AND STILL WORK AT WENDY'S WHEN THEY'RE THIRTY
. . . . . entries for 12.7.07 . . . . .
MORE summer reading for Princeton: Nickeled and Dimed. Arrrrrgh.
The pre-Wendy's caffeination ritual is very important to Erin's continued sanity.
. . . . . entries for 11.7.07 . . . . .
The new Harry Potter movie (which I saw with Susan) made me remember that the books are, in fact, rather good. Now I, too, eagerly anticipate the last book.
I want something to come of this.
No. Really. Harry Potter. Who's coming, aside from Susan and myself? :P
Also: I might end up working at the ol' PO, if only because it probably would pay a hell of a lot better than Wendy's, and the hours could not get much worse. I have a drug test tomorrow. How cool is THAT?
Day 1 at Wendy's went reasonably well. I was working (or watching training videos) for slightly under 9 hours, and it did not kill me. My coworkers are, at worst, obnoxious and slightly lazy. They all smoke. I hear that there is a preachy Christian guy who is often on my shift. That may be entertaining.
So, should you desire a Frosty (TM) Dairy Dessert between the hours of 5 and midnight between now and September, you may just meet me at the window.
I have tomorrow (the rest of today, rather) off. Do something with me. Maybe we go see Harry Potter, yeeeees?
. . . . . entries for 10.7.07 . . . . .
Siddhartha is insane, like an unauthorized compilation of all my beliefs written by some ridiculous German prophet decades before my birth.
First night of Wendy's tonight - o thrill of thrills.
. . . . . entries for 9.7.07 . . . . .
Got two of three AP grades today - I guess my stat grade isn't available yet. Five on macroecon (not surprising) and 4 on German, which is still good enough to give me freshman-and-a-half status at Princeton. :P
And speaking of Princeton, I got a booklet full of freshman seminars today. I found three in the spring that are totally awesome, those being on the fall from paradise, the philosophy of education, and the economics of global warming, in approximate order of how awesome I find them. So yes. Not applying for a fall one, because that'll mean they have to give me one of the spring semester awesome ones.
Today I got soaked in a downpour with Frank (deliberately). It was good. :)
Also: I've had it affirmed to me that there is an extent to which the short explanation of any Jungian personality type is completely inadequate. Those who fancy themselves rational are often deeply, ironically, irrationally upset by absurd and irrational things, whereas those who fancy themselves more emotional and irrational are levelheaded, almost at home, in situations that are offputting, surprising, and, well. . . irrational. Therefore at times the essential dynamic of the personality types seems reversed, and the rational become emotional as the emotional become rational.
But this is, as it were, anecdotal, and affirmative rather than negative anecdotal evidence at that. If Nicholas Taleb were to read this, he would tut tut at me for these reasons. It's probably just my life. I stress well in the heat of the moment, even as a disaster is forthcoming or in progress, then I go home and cry against the door.
Depending, of course, on whether the disaster was mine or someone else's. Stage 4 morality. It happens.
Things get more complicated all the time.
In spite of myself: philosophy club went well, as did Shannon's meet-the-boy party (I particularly enjoyed the waterfight). Days seem to go well - it's the nights that get me.
. . . . . entries for 8.7.07 . . . . .
If this is the beginning of adult reality, then to hell with it. I'll not have these problems tangled within problems that I can only solve by moving the unmovable rock (which is also a dragon, and bites).
Numbers represent no part of my reality. High SAT scores and a high GPA have landed me in a highly-ranked university, and they have landed themselves a quantitative academic whiz kid with a qualitative streak of complete idiocy when it comes to anything that matters. The values are off.
What is wrong with everything?
And the Lord said, let there be meetings of philosophy dorks!
Frank wrote me some beautiful poetry in Spanish for my birthday. I love him. I miss him. It makes me crazy that my time with him is so limited - both by my parents and by the impending reality that is college.
Maybe part of this feeling is my adolescent irrationality, but that cannot be all of it. I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to be heard and listened to and understood. I want my fucking freedom.
. . . . . entries for 7.7.07 . . . . .
| Your Birthdate: July 7 |
 Calm and understated, you struggle to express your love with words. Over time, your partner learns to recognize your passion by the actions you take. You're good at wooing someone slowly, without them even realizing it! Number of True Loves You'll Have: 1 Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 2 You are most compatible with people born on the 7th, 16th, and 25th of the month. |
Clearly. :P
Oh boy.
| Your Kiss is Green |
 Your kisses are short and sweet - at least a first. You tend to be a cautious kisser. You don't want to scare anyone off. Once you get to know someone, your kisses are daring... and even wild. No matter what the situation is, you know how to deliver the perfect kiss. Kissing Type: Varied People See Your Kisses as: Skillful You Kiss Best With: A Blue Kisser Stay away from: A Black Kisser |
To laze away almost fully half of one's birthday must be somehow foolish. Oh well.
. . . . . entries for 6.7.07 . . . . .
The ultimate mark of my success in this world will be the purchase of a Scottish fold kitten.
I will be officially (although perhaps not actually) 18 in less than a day.
Far out.
. . . . . entries for 5.7.07 . . . . .
| You Are a Good Girl! |
 You're into fun - but it has to be your own brand of fun Drinking? No thanks. You rather spend your time differently... Whether it's talking with friends, taking up a hobby, or reading You're not the type to socialize just for socializing's sake! |
Awww.
Someone is employed! Whoever could it be?
. . . . . entries for 4.7.07 . . . . .
| You Are Balanced - Realist - Powerful |
You feel your life is controlled both externally and internally. You have a good sense of what you can control and what you should let go. Depending on the situation, you sometimes try to exert more control. Other times, you accept things for what they are and go with the flow. You are a realist when it comes to luck. You don't attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random. You don't beat yourself up when bad things happen to you... But you do your best to try to make your own luck. When it comes to who's in charge, it's you. Life is a kingdom, and you're the grand ruler. You don't care much about what others think. But they better care what you think! |
Hmmmm.
Today needs a little havoc wrought, a little absurdity. Maybe I'll paint something. Maybe I'll write something. Maybe I'll go for a mad, blind, exhausting run in the rain. In high heels.
Grah.
. . . . . entries for 3.7.07 . . . . .
Also: finally got my last high school report card ever, and I broke the glass floor: B+ in physics 4th quarter! Haha!
Final H's in English and, surprisingly, advanced studio. I like Mr. Walroth. I will miss him.
Dear Borders,
Couldn't I have just forwarded you my Jungian personality type instead of answering those 37 pages of 5 psychoanalytical questions each? It would have saved me a lot of time.
Oh well. Have fun evaluating my brain.
Cheers,
Erin
| You Would Be a Pet Monkey |
 Smart and unbridled, you are truly unpredictable... and a little crazy. You're very playful and funny, but you're also moody and aggressive. You're have the personality of a wild animal, which is both scary and entertaining. Why you would make a great pet: You're very smart and you know how to charm people Why you would make a bad pet: When you don't get your way, you're a bit of a monster What you would love about being a monkey: Playing interesting games with humans What you would hate about being a monkey: Not being quite smart enough to be a human! |
Oh boy.
I feel as though I should blog. Nothing particularly interesting is happening, unfortunately. I'm supposed to hear about one of the job prospects on Thursday. Tomorrow, there shall be a cookout. Today, more job applications, slacking, thank you notes, et cetera.
Whatever happened to reading and writing, I am uncertain. It's July. I shouldn't still be braindead.
. . . . . entries for 2.7.07 . . . . .
ohhhh summerrrrr~
Erin likes feedback.
. . . . . entries for 1.7.07 . . . . .
I also enjoy these tweedy rainboots.
Job prospects look decent.
Kristen, Olivia and Linda all had great grad parties which I was - of course - honored to attend. Linda has a very pretty car.
At Linda's I was made aware, via the combined efforts of Natalie and Youtube: Katamari Damacy is off the hook. I sort of want to play it now.
And oh. My anniversary with one F.M.O. Ferraro wasn't bad. (:
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
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
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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)