. . . . . entries for 30.8.07 . . . . .
| You Are 72% Good |
 You are a good person. You do the best you can to be ethical, fair, and moral. And as you know, being a good person means making hard decisions... and following them through. If you're confronted with an ethical dilemma, you will usually do the right thing. Of course you do slip up. No one's perfect. But you do your best to correct your missteps. You are also probably: incredibly honest, especially with yourself Right now you are on track to being: A respected leader To be a better person: Be kind to someone who is not very kind to you |
Food. Then pictures, so my mother will not implode.
Also: e-checking is NIFTY!
. . . . . entries for 29.8.07 . . . . .
Yet to pack: jewelery box, garment bag, more junk in suitcases, and things which will make me less gross (like shampoo). And a sleeping bag. Which I am probably going to go get tonight.
Observation: Erin has a lot of junk.
Haaa. Amusingly: red and blue make this color. . .
| Your Aura is Violet |
 Idealistic and thoughtful, you have the mind and ideas to change the world. And you have the charisma of a great leader, even if you don't always use it! The purpose of your life: saying truths that other people dare not say Famous purples include: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Susan B. Anthony Careers for you to try: Political Activist, Inventor, Life Coach |
So I took this goofy blogthings quiz. The last question had two answers I was flipflopping between, so I picked one of them, and got this:
| Your Aura is Red |
 You have a high level of emotion. This can mean passion, but it can also mean rage. Usually, you don't take these emotions out on others. You just use them as motivation - and it works! The purpose of your life: embracing all the wonders of the life, lots of travels, and tons of adventures Famous reds include: Madonna, Marilyn Monroe, Jennifer Lopez Careers for you to try: Dancer, Boxer, Surgeon |
I don't know about you, but that didn't seem quite right to me. :P I switched to the other viable answer, and got this:
| Your Aura is Blue |
 Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life. You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships. The purpose of your life: showing love to other people Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor |
Somewhat better?
Not terribly surprisingly, the day-earlier thing seems to have been a miscommunication. Thank God.
YEARG! So apparently I'm leaving for college a day earlier than I thought? -.-
. . . . . entries for 28.8.07 . . . . .
| You Are The Hanging Man |
 You represent the seeking of enlightenment and spiritual clarity. You tend to confuse others, but your oddities seem deeply satisfying. Self sacrifice is easy for you, especially if it makes you a better person in the end. You are the type of person who is very in touch with your soul and inner spirit. Your fortune: Right now is a good time for reflection and meditation. You should stop resisting the problems in your life, and let yourself be vulnerable to them. You may need to sacrifice something important to you to move ahead in your life. Accept your destiny with courage, and learn to let go of what you think you need. |
. . . hmmmmm.
My sister might move to Europe.
This week before college during which most of my friends are already *at* college is sort of interesting: I get to hear all about what's happening with them before I leave myself. Handy, I guess, in case I go through freshman anxiety or something.
Speaking of talking to Erin: she will probably be inaccessible online from the second until the eighth, because she will be in Trenton, volunteering with Lifeties. If you need an Erin fix you will probably have to call her cell phone, and even then she may not pick up. Be advised.
Sort of amusing, yet sad: no one who applied for HUM has finished the reading. o.O One of them hasn't even started, and TONS of us are still on the Iliad, the Iliad being the first thing read. Ho hum. At least I'm not the only slacker.
Frank is at U of R, and still breathing, and moving in, and all of this is good. :)
I have a massive to-do list which I have very cleverly left downstairs. Part of its contents consists of reading, however, and that I can certainly do up here.
The lunar eclipse is likely beginning, but I am so tired. I should sleep. I should sleep.
ARG. I am ridiculous. Frank, Mama Ostrowski and I all went to the board of elections today to request absentee ballots for Frank and myself, and I gave them the wrong address. Stupid Erin. Arg. This will require fixing, hopefully only with a phone call, tomorrow. At least I have a good long time.
Frustratingly: my election district has no primary this year. The hell?
I am exhausted and Frank, God willing, is asleep, since he must awaken at five tomorrow to get ready to leave for U Rochester. It's been a good day, all told, although goodbye was not easy, and I did cry a bit then, and ever since I have had Another Town by Regina Spektor stuck in my head: "in another town, my fingers so cold; in another town, my soul feels so old; in another town, I've sold all my gold; in another town, but I know, I know: I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. . ."
. . . . . entries for 27.8.07 . . . . .
So commenced the Frank Ferraro marathon, and so it continues bright and early in about. . . six hours.
. . . . . entries for 25.8.07 . . . . .
You Are 32% Emo |
 You're definitely not emo, but you do understand emo people a little. You are introspective, but not to the point of driving yourself crazy. |
Well that's a relief?
Today was. . . an adventure. I drove back from Bolton Landing in misty pink sunset, then in dark, flashy almost-storm. This storm, I think, has been following me ever since Omaha. It has a crush on me, and is excessively flashy about it.
I feel increasingly as though I am going to have no time to take German in Princeton if I take all the other stuff I want to take, chiefly because German is the sort of thing I'd really need to take continually, and not just once every two or three semesters. Ho hum.
Also, too many of the classes I want to take fall into the LA (language and art) category, so I cannot really justify taking a lot of them - including, sadly, German literature and writing on the environment.
Bright side: if I were to take HUM 216 (a quarter of the crash course in Western civ), HUM 217 (another quarter), ENV 201B (the intro to environmental studies with a lab), and CWR 203 (introductory creative prose, which has tons and tons of sections happening at tons and tons of times), my schedule could probably work out fine, with very little class on Monday, a veritable deluge of class in the middle of the week, and no class at all on Friday.
Maybe sophomore year I'll take, oh, I don't know, political science. :P
Sleep, underwear and Shannon INDEED. Boyshorts are good. Hairspray was good. Talked to Frank for an hour and forty minutes. It was. . . good.
. . . . . entries for 23.8.07 . . . . .
Tomorrow there will be sleep, underwear and Shannon. :D
OMG TIRED.
Got a bunch of stuff for school today, some of which I acquired with Olga, the birthday girl, in tow. Stuff includes a lamp with an antiqued brass bee finial named Hermann, a mattress pad, and a couple of coats, although I did not particularly want them at first and they are not what my mom set out to get for me.
Olga has been gifted a rather snazzy top from me, and it looks smashing on her, and I am therefore quite pleased with myself.
Mother is making tortellini at nine at night, because THAT IS HOW WE ROLL.
JESUS H. CHRIST SHANNON WHINNERY WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING TOMORROW HRGLBRGLBLEH.
WHO'S up absurdly early? ERIN'S up absurdly early!!
Yawn. I might go back to bed for like an hour. :P
I'm home. :P Just thought I'd let y'all know.
I invite you to invite me to do things, but be aware that I have a lot of junk to do myself, namely reading and maybe writing these goofy stories I've thought of.
. . . . . entries for 21.8.07 . . . . .
I have over 3800 posts on this blog. o.O
Anyway. I will basically be incapable of finishing my reading for HUM, which is unfortunate. Oh well. I'll give it my best go.
Getting TURTLENECKS tomorrow, and going to the riverfront, and visiting Shimer. On Wednesday morning we fly home, and when I am home I will be repulsed by how messy my room and the house in general is, but reading will get done, and I will gather myself and visit with a Shannon and anyone else who wants to.
. . . . . entries for 20.8.07 . . . . .
I'm sleeping soon, I'm sleeping soon, I'm sleeping soon, I swear.
Cas is going to work tomorrow and won't be back until early afternoon, so I guess life shall consist of a lot of Iliad and. . . cell phone usage, possibly. I don't know if the parents will want to kidnap me to stroll around Oak Park or not, but if they do, I suppose that will happen as well.
It is wet in Chicago. It was wet when we got here, and the city's drying out does not seem to be a probable course of events during our stay. Oh well. Wet wet. Puddle-jumping. Shame I don't have my rainboots.
Maybe I'll start writing that thing I thought of.
. . . . . entries for 19.8.07 . . . . .
I be in Chicago with my sister. Cronkite just squeaked. He is very wonderful, even if he is destroying my subtle pants with tiger fur.
The wedding was fine - wedding-like, good food, strange older (i.e. 20s) men hitting on me - but not very thrilling, especially because Cas and I are, as one strange older man pointed out, "not big partiers."
Oh well.
I have progressed woefully little in the Iliad, but the plane ride this afternoon gave me a good idea for a short story, which I might write for my creative writing sample. It'd probably end up being an appropriate length.
Home on Tuesday or Wednesday, I don't remember which. See you kids then. :D
. . . . . entries for 16.8.07 . . . . .
I have an hour and a half-ish until I go to the airport. I don't really know what to do with myself. I guess I should read. :P
My iPod is not behaving, which is unfortunate. It seems to be working in terms of playing music, but not in terms of loading new stuff. This is not as major a problem as it might've been, however, because the family currently has a flash drive - technically my mom's - which I can borrow before going to Princeton (before getting my own? seems like a good idea) to move stuff to Little Darling.
I have green juice. It is wonderful.
PEOPLE.
JESUS H. CHRIST.
. . . -.-
Okay. In other news: The Wheat Fields is an amazing restaurant, my mom likes her new earrings, and I continue to by madly madly MADLY in love with Frank Ferraro, who is incredible.
. . . . . entries for 15.8.07 . . . . .
College is going to be hard.
. . . . . entries for 14.8.07 . . . . .
Yup. Here it is.
Breathe (2 AM) - Anna Nalick
Take It Back - Barenaked Ladies
Shadow Stabbing - Cake
Red Right Ankle - The Decemberists
The Island - Dolores Keane
Alle Dasselbe - Farin Urlaub
Do You Realize?? - Flaming Lips
Oh No! - Gogol Bordello
Old Hat - Harvey Danger
The Trapeze Swinger - Iron & Wine
It's All Understood - Jack Johnson
Suzanne - Leonard Cohen
Lullaby - Loreena McKennitt
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
On the Radio - Regina Spektor
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
When Everyone Forgets - ThouShaltNot
Uncorrected Proofs - Weakerthans
Jesus, Etc. - Wilco
Here is a link to the old one. I admit, there are some on there which, in retrospect, I might've put on this one as well, but whateva.
. . . okay, so I really like the song Innocence by Avril Lavigne too. Go on. Judge me. :P
Slightly over a year ago I wrote out what I believed to be my life soundtrack and posted it on my blog. I feel compelled to do it again today.
I will stock up on Mountain Dew to take with me on the Omaha/Chicago excursion. I must not sleep on planes. I must READ on planes.
Firefox did not know the word "macadamia" until just now. What the hell. Macadamia. It's not a hard word. :P
HEY HEY! I have my Princeton mailing address.
Erin Sherman
4880 Frist Center
Princeton NJ 08544
MAIL ME STUFF. :D
I may not see Susan for the next two months. Or anyone else, for that matter. I sort of want to cry. I will miss you kids. I will miss you kids a LOT.
Well, I finally saw American Pie. It was an experience. :P
. . . . . entries for 13.8.07 . . . . .
OH.
I should've told you. :P
On our long walk yesterday, Shannon and I encountered some interesting stuff, including:
- sweat;
- lots of red ants and four deer (which I tried to take pictures of with my phone) up at Shaker Bay;
- a sprinkler in a backyard across a deep ditch from the bikepath, which I traversed in order to glory in trespass and wetness and muddy feet;
- Mr. Bloom riding his bike!! (That was rather bloody exciting, especially since I wasn't sure it was him until he was almost past me, so we just waved and went on our respective ways.)
It was a good walk.
Erin has a debit card. Erin feels as if she has a billion things to do, although she probably doesn't really.
. . . . . entries for 12.8.07 . . . . .
Should you be interested, you may find my academic calendar here. I want visits, damn it.
For speedy reference, you should know that my fall break goes from October 27 to November 4; Thanksgiving break goes from November 21 to November 25; and winter break goes from December 18 to January 6. That's just first semester, so for stuff about the spring, look at the damn site.
Now I must go and consume KFC, because my dad tells me to. :P
Arg.
. . . . . entries for 11.8.07 . . . . .
I used to blog about video games.
| What Your Pizza Reveals |
 Your appetite is pretty average. You don't go overboard - but you don't deprive yourself either. You aren't particularly picky about pizza. It's so good... how could you be? You fit in best in the Western part of the US. You like food that's traditional and well crafted. You aren't impressed with "gourmet" foods. You are generous, outgoing, and considerate with your choices. You are adventurous and independent. You should consider traveling to Thailand. The stereotype that best fits you is guy or girl next door. Hey, there's nothing wrong with being average. |
Mitch's party was good. (So was Susan's last night, come to that.) Strange to think I'll be dropped into an entirely new place with entirely new people soon. You'd think I would have adjusted to the idea by now, eh?
. . . . . entries for 10.8.07 . . . . .
I need to ignore stuff I write for a while before I decide if it's good or not, I have learned.
On that note, I read my story for the Uncommon Application just now. It really is quite something. If I wrote on the same premise again today, it would be different, I know; there are even a couple things I'd change about this version, just little things. Even so, the part where Genghis Khan leaves makes me want to cry.
Ah. Goofball is me.
| You Are a Little Prejudiced |
 You can't help but judge people a little based on your personal biases. But you tend to be aware of your prejudices, and you fight them the best you can. Most people are more like you than they'd care to admit... but it doesn't mean you shouldn't change. Remember to take each person as an individual. It's not fair to judge someone based on their background or subculture. |
Dear Blogthings,
who are you to say there's no truth in stereotypes, and moreover, who are you to tell me I need to change? :P Isn't that a little. . . presumptuous of you?
FRANK OBSERVED I HAD NOT BLOGGED LATELY
SO I AM BLOGGING
BLEH
(We went shopping for presents today, and were successful, and were educated about sonnets, and were successful, and had pizza, and were successful, and napped, and were successful, and saw Little Miss Sunshine, and were successful.)
I sort of wish I could stop sleeping altogether without going insane, because then, I would get a lot more reading done, because I can't have people over from like 2 to 10 AM.
. . . . . entries for 8.8.07 . . . . .
So I'm reading the Iliad, right? Caffeinating myself, trying to make sure I don't nod off, et cetera. The battle starts. Frank calls me and asks me about our plans for today, and then we talk about me going out to Omaha and Chicago, and him going to Buffalo shortly thereafter. He introduces the possibility of my accompanying him to the first part of his Buffalo trip, involving visiting the sprawling Italian side of his family, which to me sounds like an unlikely but really cool turn of events. (I think my parents will raise their eyebrows and be like, "what, are you guys engaged or something?" [which we aren't].)
In any case. We get off the phone, and my eyes go back to the page, to these lines:
"Screams of men and cries of triumph breaking in one breath,
fighters killing, fighters killed, and the ground streamed blood."
. . . et cetera with the warlike imagery.
What a bloody WEIRD mental transition. I just had to blog about it because it was like. . . aw, visiting Frank's extended family, OMG TROJAN WAR.
That's my life for you, I guess.
. . . . . entries for 7.8.07 . . . . .
Okay, so. . . this is horrifying. I sort of feel sorry for Barack, because really, who would want to be associated with it?
. . . or this?
Yeah, I'm embarrassed for sensible Barack fans. At the same time, I want almighty avalanches to come down upon Obama, Edwards and Clinton so Richardson will have a better chance. :P
. . . . . entries for 6.8.07 . . . . .
So I need to apply for a creative writing class if I intend to take one this year. (I don't know that I do.) The application includes a 4-page writing sample. If it were poetry, this would be fairly easy, but I want to take a prose class, not poetry, based on the reasoning that there's a broader market for prose.
Unfortunately I don't have a prose piece that screams USE ME FOR THIS! so I am thinking of writing a new short story. I'll have to consult my muse, though.
I have an idea that's been stewing. I think I shall see if it will work for me.
I maintain that Naked Juice is just about the best damn thing on this planet.
ReSpekt is still my favorite.
I, too, have to take the silly alcohol education online thing before going to college. Bugger.
Regina Spektor is my favorite ever. Really. Really. REALLY.
. . . . . entries for 5.8.07 . . . . .
New stuff from Hilldene Meadows craft fair: green oriental silk/black (fireproofed) leather bag; leather wallet; indigo Laughing Bear fish sweater; convertible dark green knit item which can be scarf, shawl, hood, or anything the hell else. I almost got a very expensive bright orange woven (woven! who weaves anymore?) jacket, but it didn't fit exceptionally well and had. . . shoulderpads. Ew.
There was a lot of amazing jewelery and so forth there, which I likewise did not get. It was quite a bloody awesome craft fair, and I advise you all to go see it with me next summer. It is in Vermont. The ride is long but scenic.
. . . . . entries for 4.8.07 . . . . .
Wendy's = done.
So I finished Harry Potter. In some ways, I found the ending to be a satisfying wrap-up of the story. That being said, it seemed a bit too satisfying a wrap-up. It felt too convoluted, too forced, in parts. I laughed out loud twice: once because of the contrived feeling, and once because it was just funny.
Anyway. In an effort to avoid spoiling it, in the unlikely event there's anyone left to spoil it for, I'll shut up. :P
. . . . . entries for 3.8.07 . . . . .
I am now possessed of one pair of enormous, all-rubber, yellow-green rainboots. I have discovered that knee socks and/or stockings will be a necessity with these, because they are, in fact, all rubber, and would drive my feet and legs insane without some sort of padding.
Laptop sleeve and Appleworks = ordered.
Saturday = last day at Wendy's. (I wasn't scheduled to work Saturday, but Juan, Puerto Rican guy with weirdly long nails, wanted the day off, so I said why not?) Working there feels like a waste of my time, and is demoralizing, and that this is enough reason for me to leave eleven days before I said I would is probably an indication of my poor character.
Another problem is that, well, I have several hundred pages of reading to do. So I must read, and make myself read, and not be inordinately distracted. This too will be a challenge, but one which, over the next academic year, I will become very very accustomed to. Better start. . . um. . . accustoming?
. . . . . entries for 2.8.07 . . . . .
Decision: laptop bag-shopping is unnecessarily complicated and expensive. Therefore I will stick with my Swiss Army bag, which is pretty badass and very practical. Little Darling rattles around in it a little, though, so I am thinking of perhaps getting a pretty laptop sleeve, maybe in "aqua colors?"
This too, however, is absurdly expensive. Maybe I should knit a laptop sleeve (or scarf?) for myself. Maybe if I conjure up many extra hours of life in the next month. Sigh.
Solid yellow-green rubber rainboots ordered.
| You Should Get in Shape With Yoga |
 You're serious enough to be dedicated to yoga... But playful enough to keep it fun Yoga will give you the lean yet curvy look you desire |
Hmm. . .
I lied: I still have thank-you notes to write to three-ish people, those being Mr. Bloom, a friend of Dad's from work, and someone else whose identity currently escapes me. This will happen tomorrow (or, by now, today).
I hear I'm also getting a checking account tomorrow, though it strikes me that it could be more sensible to do this on Friday, when I will have another paycheck in hand. Whatev.
Rainboots, a laptop case, and Appleworks must be ordered.
I went on a bloody long, exhausting, SWEATY walk with Frank today, from my house to Shaker Bayish and back. It was totally gross, but good for me.
. . . . . entries for 1.8.07 . . . . .
Hilarious: iMood just linked me to this as recommended reading for my mood. Har har har.
Today (by now yesterday) was a pretty damn good day. I sort of made friends with my manager; turns out we have some similar tastes in music, and I recommended some German bands to him. Greg Burke visited me deliberately, and Greg Tompkins, Brian Kim, Dan Bradke, and Brian Kraus all visited me by accident.
I am currently writing THE LAST THANK-YOU NOTE. (There are some others, to kids, which I could theoretically write now, but it seems to me that they have probably forgotten, and would probably find the reminder of my absentmindedness ruder than the absence thereof.)
And I kicked Frank out a short while ago, he having picked me up from Wendy's at 10. I do love my Frank. I do. I do.
On a completely different note: someone ate my taco. :P Left it in the fridge, thought "oh, I'll eat it when I get home!" and I look and it's gone. I am mildly peeved, but I have zucchini bread, so I guess I'll live.
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
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my dm
[emily]
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[brian]
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[nicole]
industry insider
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never heard of miyazaki
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are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
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manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
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