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Jul. 21st, 2009 @ 06:09 pm Rainbows and smiles
So let's see if I can write an entry without my browser randomly deciding to refresh itself and lose my stuff. D: I'm a bit bored right now (hence random livejournal entry.. yaayy), but that's okay. Things are looking good for the next few weeks. :] Er, for the rest of the summer, really, and then for the coming semester, and then for Thanksgiving and Christmas break, and then I'm going to freaking Spain for a semester, so obviously that's going to be awesome. But on a more immediate basis, Wednesday and Thursday will be semi-boring (although, meeting with 3 of my internship bosses on Wednesday, which is.. bearable.. and a film festival with Alice), but with Friday comes a metro ride down to Springfield (again) and a ride with Esther and her fam down to Charlottesville to hang out with the peeps! V. excited. And theeennn... Sunday I get a visitor to take back to D.C. with me, whom I plan to tackle on sight. Uh, glomp. :D So next week it's constant happiness and a bunch of Smithsonian visits and random walking around and maybe sushi.

Christi (BAMF editor/friend) told me that it seems like everything in my world is rainbows and smiles (kinda reminds me of that girl from Mean Girls who wants to bake a cake). Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, obviously, but.. I find nothing wrong with it, at any rate. Somehow I manage to be fairly worldly and still happy. In fact, if my calendar is right, I was supposed to be pretty testy and depressed this past week. But I forgot. It's a good feeling. 

It might help that I've completely replaced my former habit of constantly checking FML with constantly checking MyLifeIsG instead. I recommend it. Or MyLifeIsAverage, just because it's funny. But FML is just depressing. People try to justify it by saying, "It makes me feel good because it reminds me that some people's lives suck worse than mine." But that doesn't really work.. It just brings you down. It's kind of sick, really, to take that much satisfaction from laughing at other people's misfortunes and pessimism.

Basically, this entry has absolutely no point except to keep me entertained until I scrape up the motivation to write news stuff. Rawr.

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Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 03:58 pm It's getting hot on 18th street
Current Location: Jolt 'N' Bolt
Current Mood: content
I'm in D.C. now. I'm sitting in a coffee shop called Jolt 'N' Bolt on 18th street, being a rebel because I'm using their internet without buying anything. D:< (this is my rebel face). I spent almost the whole day sitting around in my sister's condo, alternating between reading and writing when the internet was up. It's not up any more, so I'm here. It's pretty hot outside, but I don't want to go inside, because then they'll know I haven't bought anything. But some girl is smoking about 10 feet away, and it's really bothersome. :[ There are a lot of creepy old men who stare unabashedly in cities, but that's okay, because there's a lot more stuff to which I can avert my eyes in the meantime.

I was on the phone with Andy earlier today (I forgot about the whole nights-and-weekends-only thing, stupid phone company); he set the phone down to wash his hands, and his mom picked it up and started chatting with me. That made me really happy. She's extremely adorable. :]

Also, I totally got to act as a life coach to multiple people yesterday. I love being asked for heartfelt advice. It makes me feel really useful. I should become like Anne Landers or Amy What's-her-face and have my own advice column.

On a different note, I dislike being a grammar snob. It causes me anxiety, because every time someone misuses an adverb or ends a sentence on a preposition, I compulsively correct and rearrange whatever they said in my head. I want it to stop. D:
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Jul. 6th, 2009 @ 08:58 am Quasi-embarrassing moment
Yesterday, I ate dinner with five English people, and I didn't understand a lot of what they were saying. Their accent gets a lot stronger when they're in groups. Weird, right? And I was so concentrated on following the conversation that I let a clump of spaghetti fall out of my mouth. My face turned red. Awkward. D:

On a brighter note, I'm getting better at tennis! And I'm happy. :]

Even though Roddick didn't win Wimbledon, MLIG.
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Jul. 1st, 2009 @ 09:40 am (no subject)
This video makes me happy for some reason. Make sure you watch it until about 3:10. I like.
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Jun. 30th, 2009 @ 10:41 am It only takes one fish
Current Location: Dad's office
Current Mood: content
Hey, I haven't made a public post in a while. I'M BAAACK.

I was looking back at my old public posts, and a weird number of them have something to do with me freaking out about not knowing what I'm doing in the future. I think my give-a-shit has broken a little over the summer. I'm tired of writing every day and not getting paid for it. I'm now thinking of environmental law. I figure, I've been through a pseudo-hippie/gung-ho recycler phase. I'd love to have a job where I can actually attempt to make a difference. I want my job to be fulfilling. I'd kind of like to find a lawyer that wouldn't mind having me shadowing them for a day or so, though, before I build my plans for the next 5 years around something I don't have any idea about. That's what I did with architecture, and look where it got me. I are eenglish major.

Maybe if I could go back, I should have been an English and Foreign Affairs major.. but then I wouldn't get to go to Spain, so that would be dumb. My goal is to be as open-minded as it's possible to be. (On that note, I'm going to try to do as many things off the list of Stuff White People Like as possible, including but not limited to an ugly sweater party. And I do like irony quite a lot. How did they know?) I think living in another country is probably a good move in that direction.

I find it amusing how bad with words I am when I actually have to talk. Fortunately, I don't think most people mind that I'm quiet. But it means that I have to find other ways to express affection, because I seriously cannot bring myself to say mushy things without choking on them. I think my specialty is coming up with interesting ways to make normal observations. Puns, maybe. I like those. Along with irony, and a lot of other things on that list.

I think one of my best friends for the summer is my college-ruled composition notebook, the one I use as a bona fide journal. I tell that book things that I wouldn't tell anyone else. Problem is, I was thinking, what am I going to do with them when I'm finished? I've already filled one. Am I just going to keep hiding them until I get old and die and wait for one of my kids to find them when he's cleaning out my closet? On the other hand, I'd kill to have to something like that of my grandfather's. Or maybe.. maybe not. Maybe it would destroy my inflated image of him, reading his crude or prejudiced thoughts laid out like that on paper. Maybe I'll just keep hiding them and then burn them right before I kick the bucket so my grandchildren can go on thinking that I was a sweet old lady. I don't know. I have plenty of time to decide. Er, I hope.

I finished another book on my list, The Abstinence Teacher. I'm not sure how I felt about it. I enjoyed getting to know the characters, but the book had no closure whatsoever. It just kind of ended without solving any of the problems the main characters were having. Now I've started The Neverending Story, though, and so far I really like it.

Anyways, I'm at work, and they have stuff for me to do now, plus I've had to go to the bathroom since well before I started this post, so.. I'm just going to get on that.

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Jun. 4th, 2009 @ 11:32 am I believe in he basic [what] of people
It's getting difficult to believe in the general good of people when I realize how basically selfish I am. I look at pictures and think, "That person looks way too happy. STOP BEING SO HAPPY. YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED." Then again, do I even believe in the basic good of people any more? I try to. It depends entirely on outlook, since if people were decidedly well- or ill-meaning, we wouldn't still be having this debate. It's a conscious decision, right? 

I'm still kind of sitting around trying to figure out where I want my life to go.

And I'm really sick of being at home.
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May. 25th, 2009 @ 02:31 pm Time to join the ranks of those who think they're God (lawyers)
I'm at my dad's office.. supposed to be working on internship stuff. Turns out, gas prices don't interest me much. Actually, it's just because I'm feeling lazy. I feel like I've had longer than a weekend off.

Hung out with my sister's friends this weekend. Turns out that I like hanging out with people my own age a bit better. I was one of three unmarried people in a group of about 15.

I've been strongly considering changing my career path lately. I like this politics stuff that I've been writing about, but I was thinking.. as much as I like writing, if I stay in the journalism industry, there's a pretty good chance I'll end up as a reporter, and I really don't want that to happen. I don't want to have to chase people around with a microphone and be all cutthroat and bitchy. It kind of annoys me when I'm reading an article and it says something like "Mrs. So-and-so was unresponsive to questioning." It just makes me wonder how much these people were harassed before the reporters finally gave up and then decided to mention this person's unwillingness to cooperate in their article, as if it's some personal offense to readers that whoever didn't want to talk to the press. Hm.. I must be thinking too much about this. But, the fact of the matter is, I do not want to be a reporter. But I still like researching and writing and trying to convince and educate people. Plus, I'm getting into politics through this internship of mine, and I've decided I really like to feel on top of things.

Basically, the result of all this is that I'm pretty strongly considering going to law school.

I wouldn't be a courtroom lawyer, of course. I'm a peace-loving kind of person and tend to flee from face-to-face conflict and the pressure of having an audience. But there are a lot of different types of lawyers, most of whom don't ever set foot in a courtroom. They just sit around, read and write, and help people out. Not all lawyers have to work all the time, either. At least not after the first few years. Tommy's dad was a divorce/civil conflict (?) lawyer and never worked overtime. I think the first few years are a bitch, but.. I get the feeling that'll happen with any job. I could be an insurance lawyer -- that sounds kind of interesting.

Hm.. we'll see. I could still go to Carolina for grad school, or even stay at UVA, or.. there are tons of options.

But we'll see.

On a less intellectual note (as in, emotional reaction takes a lot less thinking), Dabney is coming on Friday and I'm super-excited and trying to plan everything. I don't think he likes it when I try to plan everything. But it just means I'm excited. :] So far we have a free Twelfth Night showing downtown on Friday night, theme park Saturday, my brother's graduation party out at the lake Saturday night, and maybe theme park again Sunday, and then a more few days out at the lake.
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May. 18th, 2009 @ 02:53 pm Cold Turkey
Current Location: The couch, my brother's house
Current Mood: lonely
I want to name all of my babies after literary/musical figures. So far I'm thinking Virginia ('Only the Good Die Young'), Westley (Princess Bride -- it was a book first), Cecily (The Importance of Being Earnest -- would that be cruel?), Lucie (Tale of Two Cities).. It's harder to come up with guy names that aren't hackneyed but won't get the kid made fun of for the first 16 years of his life.

Yeah, I'm totally only quasi-serious about thinking of baby names. And by quasi-serious I mean not at all. I have no intentions of starting baby-making any time soon. Gaah.. I wish people my age would stop getting married. It makes me feel old and pressured. Leave my biological clock ALONE.

I've been sitting around at my brother's house a lot. This is where I have internet connection, so this is where I write my articles. I put a note on facebook where I'm going to add my articles every time I get one published. My editor sent me an email today saying that my work so far has been great, so that's good. Maybe they'll give me a pay-by-article job before too long. I can't seem to get a paying job otherwise. Too bad there aren't many part-time jobs that value brainpower. At least not the ones I can think of.

I'm getting better at deciding what should irritate me and what shouldn't and adjusting my reactions accordingly.

I've been having weird dreams lately. I can fly in almost all of them. Freud would say that it means I'm sex-obsessed. I just think it means it would be fun if I could fly. Sometimes a cigar is only a cigar, buddy.

Pretty impressive that someone who was a total coffee-head during exams (like a crackhead, but with caffeine) could quick cold-turkey as soon as she got home. Granted, I am pretty tired..

My sister and her accounting friends are coming down to the lake from Washington, D.C. this weekend. Everyone will be drinking. I haven't drank in a while. I just lost all motivation to. Not really sure why. I should be indifferent. 

White people are so stupidly P.C. and there are double standards everywhere. If a white person makes a minority joke, he's a racist. If a minority makes a white-people joke, he's justified. Hm.. Also, sexism bothers me. Maybe a little more than I let on.

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May. 7th, 2009 @ 12:39 am Something that has me stumped..
It is lightning..
It is lightninging.
It lightnings. (This one isn't tripping up spell check.. so.. lightning is a verb? No. Is it?)
There is lightning. Right now.
It lightens...ing.
Lightning is at this moment occurring.
CRASH! CRACKLE! BOOM!

How the F do you say this??

By the way, last night was the 2nd and last time I do hookah. Got ash in my throat. Also, I just found out today that it's actually worse for you than cigarette smoke, despite smelling considerably better. Well, shit.

Back to studying! My eyes are getting saggy.
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May. 5th, 2009 @ 02:29 pm Because I can
To counteract the semi-depth of my last post, I thought I'd do something shallow today.

I'm thinking of dyeing my hair a light brown, the reason being because I'm tired of going to the hair place to get my highlights redone. a) It's not terribly cheap, even if I do get it done at Supercuts, and b) my hair starts growing out and within a few weeks the roots show. Ideally, I would just give up altogether and dye back to my natural color, but they don't sell my natural hair color, quite simply because no one wants it. I don't even really want it. I'm just lazy. So I was thinking I'd buy a bottle of light brown from Target so I can take care of my own roots whenever I so choose, which probably wouldn't even show up as much. I've got some pictures of the color I want. You're just going to have to use your imagination to put it on me.



The first one is probably closest to what I want. The second one is closest to what I have, but I figured I'd include it because that girl has my eye/skin color, and I'd probably get something between the two. The third one.. well, he's just hot.

I was thinking about doing a poll, but.. the number of people who read this isn't significant enough to justify that. As interesting as I personally think my everyday thoughts, emotions, and activities are, I won't flatter myself.

But, um.. comment or something? K THX.

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May. 3rd, 2009 @ 06:15 pm The greatest thing you will ever learn
Current Mood: loved
.. is just to love, and be loved in return. (Moulin Rouge)

I was thinking about this quote because it seems to me an interesting concept that love is a learned skill. Realistically speaking, though, it is. Sometimes the divorce rate in this country scares me. Obviously, sometimes marriages just don't work out. But something about our culture has changed, something about advertising telling us that we shouldn't have to wait for what we want. Their product will make our lives easier. Every single one of us is freaking special, and every reader of Seventeen Magazine will find her prince charming someday, because she deserves it. Delayed gratification? What the hell does that mean? I can get what I want with the click of a button. And if it's not everything I dreamed it would be? I can just send it back -- it says so on the guarantee, right here on the side.

Sometimes the things you think are flaws turn out to be blessings in disguise. I feel like every time I read a testimonial where someone says, "Everything was great -- but the spark just wasn't there anymore," it's just a reinforcement of this growing tendency to let our emotions reign over our reason. Emotions are so volatile -- I know that as well as anyone. Seriously -- be careful who you listen to. Count to 10, 70, or 1700 if you need it, but don't let someone else's marketing and self-gratifying appeals to your sense of how "special" you are tell you how you feel about someone. It's not fair to that person.
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Apr. 29th, 2009 @ 07:08 pm Name Fail.

LOL. This one literally made me laugh out loud. Kind of like the Puloma Weiner from my friend's middle school. Only I think this one might be better.

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Apr. 28th, 2009 @ 04:38 pm Yeah, yeah, yeah
Current Location: Music library
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Dave Matthews Band
GOD. I'm so irritated. I kept practicing the 'To be or not to be' soliloquy for today's Shakespeare recitation (for extra credit on the final exam), I had it all down, I was good, could say it fine. But then of course I started thinking, 'Hm, I hope I don't get nervous and forget my lines. That would really suck.' So what did I do? I got nervous, shook like I was about to spit my lunch all over my professor, and paused twice and just stood there, trying to remember what came next. She is admittedly a tiny bit intimidating -- occupational hazard of being old, British, and a professor -- but seriously? Seriously?? |:[  Stupid nerves. I have a feeling I would have been fine if I hadn't started worrying about getting nervous. Then again, I haven't done any public speaking in a really long time. There was a point where I did a good bit of public speaking in a concentrated period of time, and by the end of that I didn't get nervous anymore. But I guess when you don't use it for however many years, it just goes away. At least it does if you're me. 

Now I'm sitting in the third library of the day studying for the Shakespeare Exam on Thursday. I'm trying to avoid getting 2 hours of sleep the night before, which is what tends to happen with exams. I also have a 7-page paper due on Friday, which I know I'll be staying up all Thursday night for, and I can't do two no-sleep nights in a row, so.. yeah. I'm going to reread the stuff for that paper right before I take a shower tonight, though, to see if I can get started, because the shower for some reason is a really good place for brainstorming for me.

I'm still trying to figure out what I'm doing this summer. I applied for 6 more internships (1 in Charlotte, 5 in D.C.) yesterday (can you tell which place I'd rather be?). Of course, I'd hate to miss the beach trip with my family for the first time in what will by that point be 20 years, but.. one thing for another. At least I'll have access to more than 3 friends in D.C. Ideally, I'd spend some time in Charlotte, I wouldn't miss the beach trip, AND I'd have a paid internship in D.C., but we'll see how much of that actually happens. Rawr.

So.. apparently there are a good number of Christians that try to use a banana to prove the existence of God? Don't ask me. Check these guys and their opposition (I'm starting to really like the bald one) (by the way, I'm not saying that I'm a professed atheist or that I'm trying to attack anyone's beliefs. But you have to admit, these guys are amazingly logical).

Seriously, the last 15 seconds of the first video makes me giggle uncontrollably. Right from the phrase "ease of entry"...

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Apr. 26th, 2009 @ 05:19 pm You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose...
... and you can theoretically pick your friend's nose, but there are some things you just can't pick.

I had a good weekend, other than a random mood swing that lasted a few hours on Saturday. I apologize to all who were affected.

On Friday night Dabney and I went downtown and ate at a place called Himalayan Fusion (right?), which was, as far as I could tell, pretty bona fide south Asian food. I had chicken saag (?) curry, which looked like cow manure but tasted pretty good. Dabney had something that also looked like poop, but it was red and in log form. They were having some free concert at the pavilion (I think for Earth Day/week), which wasn't nearly as interesting as everything else downtown, so we didn't stay long. We saw some extremely tattooed guys with a snake which I'm pretty sure was something like 15 feet long; they were just hanging out and letting people pet it (I didn't -- no freaking way -- it could have swallowed me whole). And then later we saw those same guys walking around, one of them with the snake wrapped around his shoulders, with a herd of female minors trailing around behind them. It looked kind of illegal. There were dogs and babies in every direction -- probably more dogs and babies than I've seen all year, collectively. The street performers, though, were probably the best (and simultaneously most depressing) part. There were two little boys, probably about 10 and 12 years old, standing out with their electric guitars and totally tearing them up. It was insane. By the time we left them and then came back, they had a whole guitar case full of money. I wish I knew their names so I could google them in a few years and see what bands they're touring with. There were also some other strangely-dressed little boys juggling, which was also really cool, but not nearly as envy-inspiring. Those little guitar boys are going to grow up to be lady-killers, but where are tucked-in T-shirts and the ability to juggle going to get you? I'd rather be able to rape those guitar strings, baby.

Anyways, after we were done with having children make us feel insignificant, we went back to the apartment, watched Indiana Jones (Raiders of the Lost Ark) and between us consumed 21 chocolate chip cookies and half a gallon of milk. NOM.

Saturday: brunch, What Not To Wear, Rita's, gardens, dinner, and then a prison documentary on MS-NBC closely followed by a game of Twenty Questions (someone please help me come up with a more accurate name for this game).

Aaand... now I'm attempting to focus on studying.
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Apr. 19th, 2009 @ 05:26 pm I would call it an interesting weekend
Something happened on Thursday that I thought was a funny story, but then I forgot what it was. Oh well. If I think of it, I'll come back to it.

So anyways, first, point of frustration. Why is it that I can harass someone with emails -- "Hello, I sent you my resume a few weeks ago and haven't gotten a response -- just wanting to know that I'm still interested in your internship -- Hope to hear back regarding the status of my application!" "Hi, just wanting to let you know that, despite the fact that it has been approximately five weeks since I sent that first email, and I still haven't gotten a response, I'm still interested in your internship. Please let me know if you've already filled the spot! Thanks!" "GOD DAMMIT, ANSWER MY F***ING EMAIL!" -- and they still never respond? These are adults. You'd think they'd have some manners. The least they could do would be a freaking sentence-long automated email saying, "Thanks for your application, but the spot has been filled!"

*angry noise*

Anyways, I really hope I can get into that art class for next semester. Darn thing is restricted to first- and second-years. I'm going to have to go seek out Crozier in the arts building.

Right, so... Friday, Dave Matthews! Woo! Very fun. Watched the news for the first time in a very long time while I was waiting for Assad to get out of the shower. Poor guy had a project deadline that afternoon and literally hadn't slept at all. I also remembered why I don't watch the news. Funny how in order to look like a good citizen you have to watch programs that cram your mind with horrible stories that you can't do anything about.

ANYWAYS. Concert was awesome, even though our seats and the opening act kind of sucked. The people were the most interesting, though. Two rows ahead of us was a group of people smoking pot. Yeah, like, in the basketball arena. The people one row ahead of us.. Well, let's just say that there was a couple that was seriously confusing this $65-concert for a frat party. They were a Lacoste- , boat shoes- and sundress-type couple. And they made out for nearly the entire concert (when they weren't texting). At one point they were literally laying across three seats, one of which obviously wasn't theirs. The woman who should have been sitting there had to perch herself on her armrest. Assad and I had a water bottle, so I decided it would be funny to flick a little bit on them and see if they would notice (admittedly a lot better than Assad's idea -- "I really want to kick those two in the face" -- and my initial idea, which involved the lighter I was holding). The part I forgot was that, despite the fact that I couldn't see their faces, mine was illuminated by the light from the stage. So when after about 15 more seconds (delayed reaction? I don't know) the guy jumped up to face me, he could see quite clearly that I and the people around me were breaking into laughter. So he basically flew into a drunken rage and started yelling, "YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY? YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY?" Assad got defensive (and I shoved the water bottle into my purse) and said, "No, nobody said anything. Sit down." I did have something to say, actually. I was considering a few options:
a) Are you this much of a douche bag when you're sober?
b) Get a room.
c) Dude, how mny swt parties r u missin 4 this thing, man?
But I realized that even if I did have the guts to further provoke a drunk frat boy, my voice wouldn't have been loud enough to be heard, so I just kept quiet and tried to keep a straight face. LOL.

But yeah, anyways, that was the most interesting (at least to the general public) part of my weekend. I still can't remember that bit from Thursday. Oh well. I ended up getting what I think was food poisoning on Saturday night, which was pretty miserable for everyone involved. I threw up on Jenna's hand-dyed tablecloth from Guatemala (v. close to the trashcan), which can't be washed, and Dabney was the one who ended up cleaning it up (aw..) while I moved to the bathroom. Yuck.

So I lost my dinner, and I didn't feel like eating this morning, either, so essentially I haven't eaten since yesterday around noon. :[

It was a good weekend, though. Saturday night before the barfing Dabney and I went to see "Two Gentleman of Verona," a Shakespeare play put on by the Drama department (because Shakespeare is just our bag, baby). Everybody else went to Yushin's orchestra concert... I'm sorry for missing it, Yushin. :[

The weather was beautiful on Saturday.

And I could keep making random observations, but this is getting too long, and I've got Spanish reading to do. Blah.
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Apr. 17th, 2009 @ 05:10 pm I just figured out how to make fun links on livejournal, lol. Slow.
I need to leave for dinner in 10 minutes, and I don't have time to start anything, I need to get into the bathroom to primp before dinner because I'm meeting up with Assad almost immediately afterward for the Dave Matthews Concert :], but Meg's in the bathroom, so I guess I'll wait.

I don't even have anything to say, really. I've been having a bunch of different feelings at once today. Happiness, anxiety, hope, loneliness, shyness, confidence, curiosity, apathy, excitement.... Why? Blah.

I need to reevaluate what I expect out of my future. Sometimes I wish I could predict it, but maybe not. No, not.

I'm watching Connie watch Gundam. I don't really get anime. Why do they all look the same? They all have six-packs (or huge boobs, if it's a girl), pointy noses, huge eyes, and huge/pointy hair. Whatever. Each to his own, then.

Yushin, remember that picture that we took in the media center of the book that said "Open other end" on the spine? We need to send that to Failblog. Like, srsly.

I feel like I had something else to say. Oh well. Whatever it is, it'll have to wait. DINNER AND THEN DAVE MATTHEWS YAY

Oh yeah, Keaton wants me to mention him in every post. *mention Keaton.* Happy?

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Apr. 15th, 2009 @ 07:27 pm Tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun
Actually, it's raining right now. Crappy, crappy weather. But I'm still happy, because I've had a little time to waste today (and am surprisingly perky for someone who's running on two hours of sleep), and because I ate dinner with Ian, my favorite second-floor-Bice person (although I like Steven and Alex a lot too, and that Eric guy is a little weird but nice), and then ate ice cream with a banana in it. Now I get to read the Tempest and waste more time online. Life is good.

I hate my Spanish class, but I'll get over it.

Also, I'm using this to spread the Awesome that is my next door neighbor. I'm especially a fan of the music, but the videos are entertaining too.
Cool neighbor blog
Yaay. Hi, Keaton.

My new favorite Shakespearean insult: "Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter!" (Apparently back then a lot of dictionaries left out the letter Z because they thought it was superfluous.)

Nothing else to say right now, bye.
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Apr. 14th, 2009 @ 07:37 pm A pointless anecdote
Current Mood: smug
As much as I try to like them as a whole, sometimes people just annoy me.

Today at dinner I was in line for the burrito bar (the fat ones where you choose your own ingredients like at Chipotle), I was standing behind these two preppy white girls. One of whom skipped me. Whatever. Oh yeah, I need to mention that in the other section of the cafeteria they were holding Asian theme night, where all these Asian student organizations had set up bars with yummy homemade foods around -- I went to the burrito bar, though, because I just had dumplings and Asian goodness this weekend, plus the lines were obscenely long and I was *supposedly* in a hurry (just like I was *supposedly* going to wake up early this morning to work on my paper, which I'm *supposedly* working on in the library right now). I overheard the following brief conversation between the two hair-straightening clones:

Clone 1: Did you go to that other room? (the one with the homemade Asian food)
Clone 2: Ew, no. I hate when they do that.
Clone 1: Yeah, I don't eat that stuff. It's weird and scary.
Clone 2: I know, right?

I was back there staring at them with this disgusted look on my face that I wasn't trying to hide at all. And then when they got up to the front of the line, they both asked for brown rice and chicken. So when I got there, I asked for white rice and beef.

That'll show them.

Anyways, the point is... and the point of Meg's story not too long ago about how those two white-girl fourth years in tennis warned each other not too speak too quickly to little Asian Meg, because it would confuse her... the point is, how can anyone come to a university, especially one as international as UVA, spend four or however many years here, and still remain so willfully ignorant? Fine then. They can stay in their little white-girl sororities with all their white, preppy friends and eat their brown rice and chicken as long as they want. They're missing out on some really great people and some really great food.

I hope their birth control makes them fat.
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Apr. 10th, 2009 @ 12:43 pm Rebecca's Irony of the Day
It's rude to correct people's manners.
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Apr. 10th, 2009 @ 10:25 am But I am le tired!
Why do I apologize so much? Why do I feel so guilty when I think I've wronged someone, even after I apologize? Do I apologize unnecessarily? Because I've known people who do that, and it's really annoying. It's just like, "sorry"? Is that all you can say? I still don't think I had this much trouble with feeling guilty before. Although I also think it depends on who this person is whom I feel like I've hurt. The less I care about you, the less I care about offending you.

I also realize I have this awful habit of completely ignoring things that don't interest me. That means lectures, people.. Seriously, there are people from my classes that can call me by name, but if they do it, I get incredibly confused because I'm thinking, "How do you know my name? I've never seen you before in my life," when in reality they've been sitting two seats down from me in Shakespeare discussion all semester. Hey, it's not my fault you're dull.

Yushin said something that amused me a little because of how true it is: everyone likes to think to themselves about how special and unique they are, but are they really? Not really. We're all kind of the same in essentials. That's why I'm trying to accept everything as relative truth instead of getting off in these philosophical tirades when, really, it's pointless, because it's not like I'm going to come up with anything that hasn't been thought of a thousand times by millions of people who have thought of themselves as similarly deep and clever.

The thing is, people take themselves too seriously. I'm convinced that a few well-placed jokes could have stopped grumpy politicians from declaring war and firing zee missiles. Maybe a few naps would have helped, too.

I have some more aimless talking to do, but I also have stupid Spanish to do (stupid because of the class, not because of the subject), so I gotsta make like a baby and head out.

By the way, I said something a bit earlier about how my Shakespeare TA was unfriendly. LIE. She's actually really nice, I'm discovering, and SUPER CUTE. I wish I could look so put-together every day like she does. She's still a difficult grader, but hey, what can you do.
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