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Tuesday, September 30, 2003 @ 2:56 PM
Addictive Music
These are the songs I can't get enough of, right now. You should download them, unless you're afraid of the R.I.A.A.
1.) Female Friend - Stuart Davis 2.) She Knows - Four Star Mary 3.) Stupid Thing - Nickel 4.) Calling You - Blue October 5.) If I Am - Nine Days 6.) Rock Me - Liz Phair 7.) Why Can't I? - Liz Phair 8.) Fuck & Run - Liz Phair 9.) Three Small Words - Letters to Cleo 10.) Here & Now - Letters to Cleo 11.) My So-Called Life - The Ataris 12.) Stacy's Mom - Fountains of Wayne 13.) Waltz #2 - Elliott Smith 14.) I Wonder - Diffuser 15.) History of a Boring Town - Less Than Jake 16.) Treading Water - Nada Surf 17.) Buffy - Velvet Chain 18.) Last Beautiful Girl - Matchbox20 19.) Balance - Allister 20.) Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes
No Excuse
You know what? I had a mother... and yet, I still don't know whether my outfit clashes.
Sunday, September 28, 2003 @ 11:03 PM
Wal-Mart/Disney Land
Carolyn and I tried to go to Wal-Mart tonight, but apparently this weekend is a holiday weekend.... Will someone tell me what Rosh Hassanah is? No, actually, don't, I really don't care. There's no excuse for them cancelling the buses because of it.
I've finished the play I was writing, it is my longest one yet (36 pages long-hand). I will start the typing and revising process tomorrow, but tonight I'm just going to bask in the joy of a finished first draft. It's called Collaboration. I lurve it. I also love Megan Dougherty, who I got to talk to briefly tonight. Hopefully she'll be online more in the future... And it will probably help that she now knows my new SN... I guess she missed the memo??
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CAROLYN! SHE IS 19! SEND HER AN IM: AnaFugazi - and tell her Happy 19th! (And then explain who you are and how you got her SN.)
The Guy's Not Dead
"Nearly 200 members of BU's campus community attended a noon vigil Friday, September 26, to pray for the recovery of Oluwatosin "Tosin" Ojeyemi, a student who was critically injured after falling from the Library Tower on Thursday. The 20-year-old senior from Islip remains in critical condition at Wilson Regional Medical Center. The circumstances surrounding the fall, which occurred around 1 p.m., are still under investigation by University Police and other police units. At this point in the investigation, there is no indication of foul play. The student landed on the roof of the Library North extension."
Friday, September 26, 2003 @ 3:00 PM
Time Races On
Well, Melissa was given twenty-four hours to find a permanent solution to her roommate problem - either continue living with Nilsa, find someone in the dorm willing to switch rooms, or move to another hall. Or kill her roommate and sell off her belongings.
I probably shouldn't even joke about that, since sirens were heard for several hours yesterday, and it seems someone fell, jumped, or was pushed from one of the open windows in the library tower on campus. No one seems to have any details, but there were people crying on the quad today. I guess we'll get information (as opposed to just gossip) eventually.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003 @ 5:51 PM
Stuff 'n Junk
Christie Casher rocks my socks. She totally saved my ass this morning. I slept through Spanish but she signed my name on the attendance. He'll never know I skipped. Huzzah!
Today I made Carolyn watch the first episode of the third season of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." If she's going to hang out here all the time, I might as well expose her to quality television.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003 @ 4:35 PM
Musical Roommates
That title is a reference to Musical Chairs, by the way. Not roommates who are musically gifted, or similar. Anyway.
Melissa hates her roommate Nilsa. My roommate, Shirley, wants to live with her cousin, Laura. Laura lives with Angela, who was tragically born without a personality (she just stares at people and mumbles, it's sad). Melissa wants to move out of her room without leaving the floor. I want to help her out - and also, I want a roommate who doesn't go to sleep at midnight and wake me up at 8am. Shirley and Laura want to live together. And the R.A.'s all say they'll let us, but we have to get Nilsa and Angela to agree. Melissa offered Angela $1,000 to move in with Nilsa, but she says she won't leave the room.
Arrrrrrrrgggh.
Monday, September 22, 2003 @ 2:55 PM
Proof
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out...
This is Carolyn Light. She doesn't like cameras.
This is Allison Borst's friend, Ryan. He doesn't know I took this picture. (I'm so stealthy.)
And I got a package today from my mom with granola and stuff. Sweeeet.
Saturday, September 20, 2003 @ 11:57 PM
Half-Baked
Today started for me at about noon. After I'd gotten ready to face the day, Carolyn stopped by and asked me to go to lunch with her and some miscreants. I agreed (regrettably), had a fairly miserable time, went back to the dorms and spent about an hour and a half on the phone.
After my phone calls, Carolyn and I went on an adventure. We caught a bus to Barnes & Noble, looked at every book in existence, drank corporate coffee, and then caught another bus to the art exhibit at the Lost Dog Cafe, downtown. Fairly interesting, but for the most part, nothing to write home about.
The exception was an American flag made out of spray-painted and partially-melted G.I. Joe's. Fucking. Awesome.
At the exhibit, we met up with Christie, who took Carolyn and I back to her place for a little while, and then we caught the bus back to campus. We had some union food and talked to two pretty random guys for a while.
When I left, I told Carolyn, "The anti-social one was pretty cute," which she seemed to find pretty amusing.
Friday, September 19, 2003 @ 7:25 PM
Great Friday
This morning started off rather rough. My roommate's movements woke me up at 7am, and then I managed to smack myself in the face and give myself a nosebleed. That sucked.
But then I went to Spanish class, and it was CANCELLED! Huzzah! So Christie and I headed to the Commons, where she ate a bagel with cream cheese and tomato (yuck) and we talked, and she introduced me to a guy named Zac - I don't know how she spells it - and he was all like, "Everyone I've met here has been a senior!" And I said, "I'm a sophomore." And he was like, "Yay! You're the first person I've met who will be here next year." And I was like... "Um... Actually..." Sorry, Zac(k?)/(h?)
When I got home, I played on the Internet for several hours. Time just... went by without me accomplishing anything. Finally, I grabbed my laundry and a book and headed to the basement. I read 5/6 of Downer's Grove before my clothes were finally dry. And then I hid out in my room to finish the rest. It was so great. Go, go, bookworm action!
And now, Carolyn is here, and we're eating Multi-Grain Cheerio's and not-actually-watching Analyze This on TNT, and mocking local commercials, and discussing what she should do about her stalker. Good times.
I am so lame. =)
Bing is expecting a hurricane, so my R.A. keeps coming by to tell me to close the windows. In the words of Clever Dan, "Hurricane... never experienced one of those before..."
Thursday, September 18, 2003 @ 2:02 PM
Lost Signals
My cell phone hates me. It doesn't like when I try to make phone calls. Or when people call me. This morning, I realized someone called me... but my phone never rang. I guess because the signal is pretty weak here, and it fades in and out arbitrarily. Grrr, arrrgh.
Not to mention I can only call people/take phone calls after 7pm (eastern time, 6pm central) on weekdays because otherwise my phone bill looks like the national debt. And those four hours between 7pm and 11pm when it becomes too late to call most people go by way too fast.
So... Josh and Seth... I'll call you back one of these days, really. As soon as I don't have plans and my phone decides to take mercy on my soul.
Wednesday, September 17, 2003 @ 11:03 PM
A Note to All My ISU Friends
Please, please, please stop finding apartments and roomates and signing leases for next year.
I don't even know what city I'll be in next year, let alone apartment building, and for serious, I can't take the uncertainty. Especially in the face of all of you people, with your plans.
Thank you.
Finger Paint
Today, I got in touch with my inner child. I had an assignment to make a color wheel with a bunch of water-based paints, and I started out using brushes, but soon, I just started using my fingers. It was a lot of fun, and my color wheel - at least the outside ring - is so beautiful... I feel so proud and grateful and stuff...
Meanwhile, this is too funny for words.
There's a lot of stuff I want to do, but instead... I have some callbacks. Wish me luck.
Another Invitation
Is anyone interested in being on a group 'blog with me? I don't know, but I have this urge right now to start a group 'blog... Possibly with an "Undergrads" theme... It would be mostly for talking about the common links in everyone's college experiences. If this appeals to you, let me know. Or if you have something else I can join. Because I'm in a very joining mood right now.
This is my latest idea for an Outlet slogan (see previous post):
It's the cool way to get shocked.
I really kind of suck at this.
Tuesday, September 16, 2003 @ 12:27 AM
"...Ya Dumb Bitch!"
There are times when you really just have to say to yourself, "What are you DOING? It's almost one-thirty in the morning! You have class tomorrow! Go to sleep!"
Meanwhile in Jerusalem... I'm on the exec board for Bing's new lit magazine, The Outlet. I'm one of two Advertising Administrators.
This is my best idea for a slogan, so far:
Re-charge yourself.
Monday, September 15, 2003 @ 9:07 AM
Please?
Okay, I just found out that my roommate is going home for Yon Kippur (October 6) - because we get a Monday off from classes. She'll leave on a Thursday night, skip classes Friday, and she'll be back late Monday night. I gave it some thought, and this is what I decided: People should visit me.
If like, three people came up in someone's car, it wouldn't even be that bad. Especially if you took turns driving and all chipped in for gas and bought snacks from the ISU meal plan. It isn't actually a 24-hour drive. It's somewhere around sixteen hours, with periodic stops. If you took a car with a CD player, it wouldn't be that bad. And I would sleep on the floor and let you have my bed, and take you to lots of cool parties, and love you forever, and I might not feel so lonely when I have to spend my birthday all alone.
Sunday, September 14, 2003 @ 11:27 PM
Food for Thought
The Magician: "It was a moment of weakness." His Assistant: "More like a lifetime of weakness, revealed in a moment." -- Patter for the Floating Lady by Steve Martin
Saturday, September 13, 2003 @ 9:47 PM
What Are We, Then? We're Consumers...
Today I got up before noon to go on a free field trip to Woodbury Commons Mall. I went on this little journey alone, and got a lot of reading done for class and I bought some cool stuff. New headphones, a couple of shirts from Delias, and five new books (which is really just excessive considering how little free time I'll have soon).
For some reason, I felt particularly lonely on the bus tonight. It made me figure out a new example of The Razor Paradigm at work.
Allow me to explain. The Razor Paradigm was first described by the wisest person over 40 who I've ever known personally - my mother. She said, "Isn't it weird how when you knick yourself shaving, it doesn't really hurt? But when you image cutting yourself with a razor, you kinda wince? The imagined event hurts more than the real one..."
I applied this to my feelings of being single soon after. You see, on any given day of the week, I would rather be single than in a relationship. And yet, if the thought crosses my mind that I might be single for the rest of my life, I immediately feel depressed and lonely. The imagined loneliness hurts more than the actual loneliness.
Well... Today I realized another really interesting application of this paradigm. I miss my friends in Normal. I miss my moms. I even miss my idiot, delinquent brother. I miss at least one person at least once every single day. But it's nothing I can't cope with, and I'm still really happy here.
But today... on the bus... I thought... My God, how am I going to make it to December? And, for a second, it seemed completely unsurvivable.
Thursday, September 11, 2003 @ 11:42 PM
Yay Canada!
Tonight I went to the studio season auditions and ran into Carolyn. I invited her to go see Bowling for Columbine with me (I've seen it before but I still cried), and we stayed for the discussion afterwards, and then ranted about Bush all the way back to the dorms (I was seriously breathless, which is a rare experience for me). All in all, a great night. Carolyn is a big left-wing liberal feminist like me! We're going to join Students for Peace & Justice together.
Meanwhile, I am in favor of Canada. I can't wait to visit. If anyone is interested, Julie, Ryan and I are going over Thanksgiving break and you're welcome to join us. The more the merrier.
Wednesday, September 10, 2003 @ 2:22 PM
Not For All the Sangria In Mexico
Our (yucky) Spanish teacher tried to get us to merangue in class this morning. To which I can only say: 1.) No. Way. In Hell. 2.) Stop invading my personal space, you sweaty, schmarmy used-car-salesman! ::shudder::
Tuesday, September 09, 2003 @ 2:56 PM
Fuck.
I just got an e-mail from my mom.
My brother wrecked his car this morning.
My mom says, (and I quote) "The kid needs to get his life in order."
Then she goes on to say that she will send me money if I need any because (and again, I quote) "You deserve to be able to buy things."
Yup. I'm the good one.
So why do I feel fucking lousy?
Monday, September 08, 2003 @ 10:29 PM
Oooh... Kinky...
I like my acting class a lot. Today we talked film for a while and then we navigated obstacle courses while blindfolded.
The point of the exercise (besides giving us the opportunity to make innuendos) was to demonstrate how we all behaved truthfully (by screeching and cringing) within imagined circumstances (if someone's feet touched an object in the obstacle course, they would be "blown to pieces"). I tried the exercise and was killed within twenty seconds. So much for my instincts.
Saturday, September 06, 2003 @ 7:14 PM
Long Day
I went over to the Fine Arts building at 11:30am. I finagled, arranged, harrassed, haggled, organized, and otherwise handled the final callbacks for Hello, Dolly until 7:40pm. I'm fucking exhausted, I was yelled at, chewed out, and propositioned (thankfully not by the same person), but the ASM job is mine. If I want it. And I suppose I do.
I thought I'd come home and collapse into sleep immediately. I tried taking a nap, but I'm too wound up. I think I'm going to add the first Bing quote and then I'm going to play some Sims.
Oh, joy
Friends, glorious friends! Tonight I met my first Texans (three cute guys from El Paso: Mike, Chris, and Brent), had my first Binghamton drink (a screwdriver) and ordered my first Adriano's pizza (yum). Ah, the freshness of the newness. Newness. Fresh.
Sleep.
Thursday, September 04, 2003 @ 2:03 PM
Wish Me Luck
I'm currently in the running for the ASM position for one of the cheesiest musicals ever (Hello Dolly). If I get the position, it means one hell of a time commitment, but... I get my practicum credits and a position of moderate authority. And friends. Because, while the ASM is not there to be liked, I have found that they generally are. This is a good way for me to meet people. People who like cheesy musicals, but people nonetheless.
Carolyn was called back. I think I'm going to go write "Congratulations" on her door.
Today, I used the word "home" in reference to my dorm room in Champlain Hall for the first time. It felt weird, but then I was kinda pleased with myself.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003 @ 7:37 PM
Victory!
Tonight, I had my first real serious conversation at Bing! I met someone and we had a real conversation! About theatre and acting and literature and history and learning and college and it was simply magnificent. Now that I've had one, I am (somehow) sure there will be others. The pressure is officially off. Shirley introduced me to her in a round-about kind of way. I told Shirley I'd go to dinner with her, and then we met up with five other people from our building. I ate sushi for the first time, and then we all went bowling. Well, Carolyn and I didn't bowl, we just watched and talked. (I had no money and she had no socks.) Anyway, Carolyn's a freshman. She lives in my hallway. She doesn't have a major yet, but she's thinking of majoring in Theatre.
BTW - Never read The Rainmaker if you can avoid it. BLECH. Sap.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003 @ 11:10 AM
Today's Accomplishments:
* I found my mailbox. (Love to Josh & Ryan. You guys rock.) * I opened my free M&T checking account. They gave me a stadium blanket as a free gift. Um... yay...? * I found all my classrooms except one, which I spent half an hour searching for and had to conclude that it didn't exist. * I discovered that because I'm in a different time zone, Law & Order is on at noon.
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