. . . . . entries for 25.12.07 . . . . .
On top of the enviable Christmas gift list this year are the Freudian Slippers from Colin, of which my dad is exceptionally fond. My parents got me a bunch of matching kelly green argyle stuff from J. Crew, which is sort of funny. I am wearing the gifts of Shannon (Cthulhu shirt) and Frank (pretty sapphire ring necklace) at the moment.
And chocolate and perfume (that smells somewhat like Shalimar) and socks and wasabi peas and a cameo (minty green) and a cat draftstopper and a stuffed dove and a (real) rose straightpin and curry and a dress (from Mama Ostrowski :)) and cocoa and a vase (Polish, with a lily-of-the-valley pattern) and (highly classy) tea-for-one and a political science textbook and a couple of sweaters (one of which matches a sweater gifted to Cassie) and (gray, comfy) clogs and a (pretty hilarious) book box and candles (from Papa Ferraro, and which I must burn in a whirr of personal well-being since I cannot bring them back to school with me) and a (very ridiculous) Monopoly board. (Seriously - it's ridiculous.)
I have almost definitely forgotten something.
It's become something of a tradition for me to catalogue my Christmas gifts on here, but it really seems kind of off-color, doesn't it?
I love Discworld, and I love this movie. Bless your heart, Mr. Pratchett.
. . . . . entries for 24.12.07 . . . . .
Pre-Christmas shindig went well. A hell of a lot of food, good people, and a great present exchange! Thank you, all who gave me presents. We have ridiculous gift overflow under and around the atypically-placed tree. I don't really know how that happened.
Katamari is weird.
Frank's method of playing Scrabble kind of mystifies me. Frank himself is all right, though. <3 He got me something I envision myself wearing a lot, and although I don't think he'll wear my gift often, it at least will provide him some interesting research-fodder. :P Unicorn tapestries = kind of awesome and funny, in a medieval way.
Parents continue to be absurd.
Max loves Christmas, especially lights that dangle oh-so-enticingly from the hands of the mother and sisters, who are trying like hell to entangle them.
And now Cas and I assist Dad with the outdoor tree.
. . . . . entries for 20.12.07 . . . . .
I decided it would be prudent to assign myself designations with regard to the gaming system in this webcomic. If gaming were like this, I'd be into it.
Name: Erin
Class: 4th Level Novelist/3rd Level Skeptic
Race: Scandinavian
Alignment: Platonic
Abilities: Gadfly familiar grants +5 attack bonus against Evangelicals, Rationals, and Empiricals; high charisma in dialogue
Weaknesses: -5 attack penalty in lowlight, established authority figures
I do not care for gaming.
I saw teachers and lunched with Susanpod. I have a few coffee dates in the offing, it seems.
Yawn. A couple hours before the nerd film with my nerds. I should write, but I kind of want to sleep. I slept perhaps five hours. This not sleeping on vacation is really a bad scene.
I wish I were less flamingly NFP. Really. I do. Or I wish I could "compartmentalize," as my mom says - I wish I could part the irrational corner of myself aside and look elsewhere. I don't want to want things I shouldn't want.
What a pain in the ass it is to be human. And how strange it is - to be this thinking, perceiving creature, looking out over Creation, and to be an almost insignificant piece of it, all at once.
Probably just a mood. Isn't it always?
. . . . . entries for 18.12.07 . . . . .
| You Were Pretty Average This Year |
 You Were 50% Naughty, 50% Nice You tried to be a good girl this year... But as you know, being good isn't that fun! If you're extra sweet, you may have enough time to get on that nice list. |
To do today: benzaclin, externship app?, fold laundry, pack, CWR publishing class, watch Matrix, cleaning spree.
To do over break/reading period: write novella, backread, order next semester's HUM books, start reading next semester's HUM books?, write brilliant 7-8 page paper, reorganize ENV notes/study.
Up SO EARLY
Maybe I'll go to breakfast AGAIN
That's INSANE!
. . . . . entries for 12.12.07 . . . . .
I kind of love HUM sometimes. Professor Ross recited the poem on my sidebar at the end of lecture today, and suggested we, the crazy HUMorists, take it up as our anthem.
Hm. I do wonder about Professor Ross, though. She and Aquinas - and I wonder how *she* felt that precept, when she appeared so okay with everyone loving faithful reason. She is a fan of the mystics. She practically said outright today that she couldn't stomach scholasticism. I do wonder.
Just wiki'd Fritz Haber to make sure I was remembering him correctly for my problem set. His wife had maybe the coolest name I've ever heard of on a real person: Clara Immerwahr, literally, Clear Evertrue. Neat. Sad about the suicide and the chlorine gas and whatnot, though.
. . . . . entries for 11.12.07 . . . . .
I have so much to do. . . and all I want to do is listen to troubadour poetry and draw. :P
. . . . . entries for 10.12.07 . . . . .
Mom sent a tiny Christmas tree with a tiny string of lights and tiny ornaments. I put presents under it. It is super cute. We are Christmasing so hardcore in 12 right now.
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  7.4 |
| Mind: |  6.9 |
| Body: | 7.7 |
| Spirit: | 6.8 |
| Friends/Family: |  5.7 |
| Love: | 7.7 |
| Finance: |  4.8 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
Solid C? I dunno, if life is like Princeton and grade deflation is in effect, I guess I'll take it. :P
"I'm so weary. I'm sick of trying. I'm tired of living, afraid of dying! But old man river, he just keeps rowing along."
^ Ting Gou with too many exams/labs ALL THE TIME.
. . . . . entries for 9.12.07 . . . . .
"Just maybe God has 2 lines for people to get into once they die- one is unimaginably long and has patient church goers and creed holders in single file, whispering pleasantries or quietly looking at their shuffling feet as they inch along; the other, much shorter is a little mass of people excitedly talking about the Place and what they believed and how much this Rocks because- who Knew??"
My mom is quite something.
. . . . . entries for 7.12.07 . . . . .
I think my quad is a lot sadder than we let on.
. . . . . entries for 6.12.07 . . . . .
I need to unwind. I wish I knew how.
Okay. B+ on my paper, with which I can certainly cope. This time I didn't argue enough, and in the previous two papers I argued too much. Too much and too little contention: none, and you cannot find the truth; too much, the same thing.
I wish I were not so prone to thinking. I wish I could be satisfied that I am basically okay - okay enough, anyway - and that I am probably not breaking some divine law in any serious fashion.
It may be that so many of the people in HUM are Catholic, and we read Aquinas for today, and that might be the whole of it. I feel so unsettled. Maybe the horrendous amount of backreading I have to do also impedes my mood.
I have my paper back but I have not looked at it yet.
. . . . . entries for 5.12.07 . . . . .
Mari fed me a tamale. I think this makes me a cannibal.
It's pretty tasty, though.
Snow.
. . . . . entries for 4.12.07 . . . . .
Realization: I am a ginkgo enthusiast. I collected a handful of fallen ginkgo leaves yesterday, and there is ginkgo in my moisturizer.
It's sort of liberating to feel like this blog just does not matter anymore. :P I like it, though, as a record; it's sort of entertaining to go back through the archives once in a while and see who I was a year or two or five ago.
I did that a couple nights ago and, for the first time in my memory, I did not find past-self to be insufferably immature/preoccupied with silly things/just hard to take. I was kind of funny. I think I might be less fun now, because of all the work I do, and because I take it so seriously.
I have a feeling that, for a while, I will remember my senior year of high school as my Golden Year. It was a good year. I look forward to visiting teachers and seniors during winter break. . . if they let us. (How many of us would it take for them to give up chasing us out?)
Incidentally, for the past two nights, I've gotten reasonable amounts of sleep. This cannot last. I suspect that my lab assignment due tomorrow will make tonight less restful. That's okay. Such is the way of things.
. . . . . entries for 3.12.07 . . . . .
With Which Harry Potter Male Are You Most Sexually Compatible?
Same as last year. Har har. Blog archives are entertaining.
. . . . . entries for 2.12.07 . . . . .
Seniors are gonna get word on ED apps soon. I'm kind of excited on their behalf.
come home?
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{ting}
she looks like the real thing
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THIS IS AMERICA
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stop being depressed
{alisa}
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eating knowledge
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my dm
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approach focus
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wait a minute
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solitude
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manbeargreg
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