:: How Us Catholic Girls Can Be ::

:: Thursday, November 13, 2003 ::

The rust and the rain endure
listening to...Jason Mraz, On Love In Sadness


I'm getting there. I don't suck, but I've got a ways to go.


Saga food is bad. Very, very bad. Chicken meat is NOT supposed to be gray. I feel kind all nauseous and unpleasant, but I am so indescribably happy that this week from hell is almost over. I thought with the whole paper postponement thing, it would be easier...but no! I ended up spending far too much time Monday and Tuesday nights hanging out with people (people named Nick, mostly) because U-High had those two days off school. Monday night there was a pretty rocking game of charades. I love charades. I was thinking today about Christmas break and how wonderful it will be to have everybody home again and how we should have a New Year's party again. Or something like that. And we should all play charades, and um, other games. I miss people!

My favorite pair of jeans is starting to develop holes. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Part of my is happy because the child of the 80s in me thinks "All the cool kids have holes in their jeans!" But realistically...holes make it colder. Hmmm.

Last night I ordered a pizza around midnight, and as I was going downstairs, I ran into Rob and Matt, whom I *never* see, even though they live on the same campus. It was nice to talk to them for a bit...they came up to my room to look at the pictures I have on my bulletin board. The girl next door got pissed off because I guess we were being noisy and it was after quiet hours, so then they left. I would just like to take this opportunity to say I don't like that girl who lives next to me.

Sigh...time for homework now.
:: Elizabeth 4:31 PM [+] ::

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Renata: I was sooooo confused about your comment on my last post, as I had never ever heard of 'the very secret diaries.' Honestly, I had no clue what on earth you were talking about. Then I looked it up and found the site...and they're so funny! Oooh, my. Good times.
:: Elizabeth 12:01 AM [+] ::

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Gotta get me home by the morning light
listening to...Vanity Fair, Hitchin' a Ride

Ok, so 2 out of my 3 papers that were sue this week have been postponed. This makes me happy just beyond words. I went home last night and got all sorts of stuff to enjoy in my dorm room. I brought several Christmas CDs, my old collection of Disney movie soundtracks, and some books. mmm, books! Today I skipped my history class (it was a reward for not having skipped any classes last week) and slept very late. My pirates class got out early, since my professor more or less got tired of teaching. I love that class, except for when I have to write a large paper for it.

This weekend was full of movie watching. I watched Tron, Bridget Jones' Diary, Finding Nemo, and Matrix: Revolution (which totally sucked, by the way. I hated the ending, with a passion. Grr.) It's a four day weekend for U-High because of Veteran's Day. It seems to me that last year, we definitely did not get as many days off as they've been getting this year.

And now I think I shall go work on one of those wonderfullt postponed essays. Love and kisses!
:: Elizabeth 4:07 PM [+] ::

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I recommend walking around naked in your living room
listening to...Alanis Morissette, You Learn

RAQ- "We all shop at the Gap of Rohan. It's where all the really trendy elves get their clothes."

The 'sudden and unexpected' blogging interruption last night consisted of a series of three events. First of all, the phone rang, and it was right by my ear, so it scared me and caused my to knock over a cup full of water. So while I was on the phone and trying to clean up the mess, one of my hallmates came by for a while and I decided that blogging was utterly futile. But I think things will be less crazy today.

Crazy good times were had last night playing Lord of the Rings Risk. The thing I think I love the most about Risk is how much it turns a group of friends into slanderous, angry, fierce competitors...and then as soon as the game is over, everybody goes back to being best friends. People making alliances, and the ensuing scandal when the person you made an alliance with turns on you, making new alliances so you can screw the person who screwed you...which all eventually turn to very personal attacks on each person's character. Hehe, it's so much fun.

I slept late this morning, and thus missed lunch at Saga. So, this is what I have had to eat today: a Reeses stick candy bar, herb flavored rice, Corn Flakes without milk, and a piece of bread with some peanut butter on it. I think I need to buy some more food...some more "suitable for eating as a meal" kinds of foods.

Off to work on pirate related homework. I love you!

:: Elizabeth 3:09 PM [+] ::

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I'm Broke but I'm Happy
listening to...Alanis Morissette, Hand in my Pocket

Yaaaaay, it is finally the long awaited weekend. Tonight I am going to Molly's violin concert, and then probably coming back here to work on my many many essays. Yes, I know that I am a dork, but on the bright side, I will not have very much homework to do on Saturday and Sunday.

Things worked out rather disappointingly in regards to the Michigan trip...it looks as though we will not be able to go. And I am sad. Stupid laws forbidding immoral behavior.

Erm...sudden and unexpected distraction from blogging! More about this later, peace out
:: Elizabeth 4:31 PM [+] ::

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Never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it
listening to...John Mayer, Your Body is a Wonderland

Putting off doing my homework. I am cold and tired and I feel icky because of these two things. I have not had a good nap since Monday, and that is way way way too long. Today is Thursday, though, and that makes me happy because:

-An hour of FRIENDS is on tonight!
-Tomorrow is Friday and I get to see an assortment of fun people
-I only have about 4 more real weeks of school before Christmas
-I have accomplished several of the things on my To Do list
-It is the day after Hump Day. If Wednesday is Hump Day, I think Thursday should be Thrust Day. First of all because it kind of looks like "thrust day" and second of all....um. Ok. There is no second of all.

Did I mention that I am tired?

Today Andrew accidentally cut in the line for fruit at Saga, and when he realized what he had done he flipped out and felt very remorseful. So Sam and I teased him a little by saying that all the people he cut in front of were probably going to hold the grudge until he died, and then would come to his funeral, throw a bunch of fruit at his coffin at scream things like "Fruit line budger!" and "I can never get those 15 second of time that I lost when you cut in front of me back!" Which I don't think made him feel too much better...but everyone else was entertained.

i am tired.
:: Elizabeth 5:05 PM [+] ::

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Boy Was I a Fool in School for Cutting Gym
listening to...Classic Disney Volume V, Make a Man Out of You

RAQ: "Hey! Stop eating the bible!"

I have not showered yet today. I want to very much. So I'm just going to blog very quickly, then go take one. Yay. Today in Enviro we watched a video called "Affluenza" that described the American mentality that you need to have a lot of stuff in order to be happy. One of my friends, Ryan, and I were talking afterwards about the commercials that they showed in the movie to give examples of stupid useless products, and how in one (a Nintendo game), we were both like "Wow! I want that!" and how it entirely defeated the purpose of the movie. The experience wasn't entirely a waste, though...there was a scene where a pastor was reading the bible sitting outside at a table, and a goat came up and started eating it. Then he yelled the above RAQ. Ah, fun times in my class full of hippies.

Yesterday was really glorious. I went to Nick's house for lunch where we watched Super Troopers (excuse me, did you just say meow?) and ate Liptons Noodles and Sauce. Yummy! I got a lot of homework done last night, which makes me very proud of myself, and I intend to do even more today. I hope that this whole hotel debaucle gets worked out soon with the Michigan trip...life is so hard. I can't believe it's a local law that you have to be 21 to rent a hotel room.

Last night was so grood. Molly and I both got really hungry around 11 (pm) so we ordered a pizza and breadsticks, and sat up late in our dorm room talking about our plans for Halloween next year (Trina, Molly, Aman and I and whoever else is in town dressing up as Disney princesses) and listening to Disney music. We watched part of Elimidate, where one of the contestants was wearing his sister's hot pink pants as well as one of her thongs, and the girl had very large and very obviously fake boobs. One of the guys who was competing for a date with this not so attractive girl didn't know what the word "unfaithful" meant. Seriously. And he justified his utter lack of knowledge by saying, "When you look like me, baby, you don't need to know what words mean."

Hehe.

Shower....now!
:: Elizabeth 11:04 AM [+] ::

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There's Got to be Something Better than in the Middle
listening to...The Wallflowers, One Headlight

It is a cold, cold day! Far too cold to have my window open, or go out without a coat, or wear flip flops. Like, woe...is me. I'm sitting here cozily wrapped in my large fleece blanket drinking a large Cafe mocha and pondering the ins and outs and ups and downs of my existence. My overall conclusion? Life is damn good, in spite of the fact that I have a gazillion things to do. Here is my To Do list, all of which must be accomplished before Monday morning.

-Do my dishes, clean my room in general
-Go to the library and check out books for all 3 papers I have due very soon
-Read "The Life of Daniel the Styllite," a biography of a man who stood on top of a column for 33 years
-Read "The Agricola," a biography of a general in the Roman army
-Write a 6 page paper comparing the 2
-Write a 15 page paper explaining some certain aspect of the life of a pirate
-Go to Molly's concert on Friday night
-Michigarrrrn to visit Megarrrrn
-Return many overdue books to the library
-Call my parents to discuss possible Christmas plans
-Buy more shampoo
-Work out my class schedule and prepare backup classes
-Talk to my spanish teacher about missing next Tuesday's class to go to a job interview
-Drink lots and lots of coffee
:: Elizabeth 4:01 PM [+] ::

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At Last We'd Both Be Free
listening to...Jill Sobule, Jetpack

Today is Tuesday. Why is this week going so damn slow?

Today was a really...weird...day. I slept through my alarm and ended up heading off to my Environment and Society class about 5 minutes late. I got there, and there was not a damn soul in the classroom, the lights were turned off, and there was no message on the board or outside the door about class being cancelled or anything like that. So I spent about 20 minutes wandering around the Center of Natural Sciences wondering if maybe class had been moved. With no luck, I decided to just screw it and go back to my dorm, which I did. There I spent a good 45 minutes playing Minesweeper and Spider Solitaire. Then I headed off to the IWU Dumpster Dive. One of my assignments for my Enviro class was to participate in some sort of campus recycling/ yay for trees kind of activity. Being the idiot that I am, I chose one called the Dumpster Dive. I didn't *actually* have to dive into a dumpster, but what we did was pretty much as gross. All of the trash that had been collected from all the residence halls had been brought to this garage thing on campus and the kids who signed up basically had to first weigh the number of trash bags versus the number of recycling bags, and then we had to individually go through each bag to determine how much stuff people threw away that could have been recycled. For safety purposes, we all had to wear white plastic jumpsuits that covered our entire bodies, latex gloves, and little face mask things. This experience, needless to say, sucked. Picture sorting through the garbage of everybody on your campus. It was very very very very yucky.

After that I had really very little appetite, but I went to Saga with the usual people anyway. Then I went to Spanish class, where I realized that I had not done the homework assigned for today. My Spanish teacher gave me a small extension, which was very nice of her and which I certainly did not deserve. Oh well.

This being the first Tuesday of the month, the tornado alarms went off at 10 am. Molly was talking about how when they were going off, she was in her violin lesson and it kind of worried her violin teacher (her violin teacher is from Russia and I guess hasn't lived here that long). That got me thinking...think how scary it would be if you moved to another country and all of a sudden one day, for no apparent reason, a bunch of alarms just started going off. I think that would freak me out.
:: Elizabeth 3:08 PM [+] ::

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I Have A Python in my Pants
listening to...DMB, Pantala Naga Pampa

I have a veritable mountain of laundry to put away. The trash can is so full that it is nearly overflowing. My sheets are begging me to change them, my hair is asking to be fixed, my entire dorm room needs a thorough dusting and Swiffering. But I am blogging now, and that is considerably more fun than all the other things I ought to do.

It is just Monday. I keep thinking it is Tuesday, or maybe even Wednesday. This gets increasingly more depressing as I continue to realize that alas, it is only Monday. I have three papers due next week, and I am going to Michigan this weekend, so this week is going to be more or less hellish and full of hard work. Or really, far more likely, it will be full of insane procrastination and I will be writing 3 term papers on Sunday night. I hope that I have the foresight not to put myself through that, but you never really know.

I was offered an interview for a position as a tutor in the Writing Center today. This is v. good. It means that if I get the job, I will have an on-campus job next semester that I actually enjoy and does not involve food of any kind. The only bad thing about that is that it will mean I have to take a class next semester that teaches me how to be a much better writer and (hold on to your hats, folks!) the course will not give me any kind of credits. For anything. Meh. Also, it might be a little weird working in the Writing Center, since Alyssa's dad would be my boss. Hrmmm.

It is very warm today, which is nice but also annoying because it means that the ladybugs of doom have returned.

I want to go take another nap. I think I will.
:: Elizabeth 2:23 PM [+] ::

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There's Blood in the Water
listening to...DMB, Don't drink the Water

Just got back from seeing Jaws at the rerun movie fest. There certainly was a whole lot of blood in the water. I'm tired on a whole different plane of tiredness. That place where you are only vaguely aware of your actions and surroundings and can only respond to statements in short incoherent sentences, but for some reason certain senses are very heightened. I can hear extremely well when I feel tired like this. Don't know why. Blogging right now is taking a whoooole lot of effort. I'm doing it because even though I am very tired I don't want to go to bed, where I will lay in the dark and be plagued by images of the dead decaying woman who was murdered in The Shining somehow gaining access to my dorm room (which does not contain Molly tonight, she is home for the weekend) and scaring me and making me cry. There are many reasons why I should never have watched that movie. Sometimes I just get suckered into things like that. I have an idea though...to combat the scariness I am going to put Pride and Prejudice in the DVD player with the volume turned off while listening to the mix CD I made which contains my most favoritest Dave songs.

I love Dave and Jane Austen and going to bed when I get sleepy and waking up late and drinking coffee and making noodles and taking delicious hot showers not because I have to go somewhere but because I have nowhere to be and am planning on simply sitting around all day content and calm and clean. And above all, I love you!
:: Elizabeth 2:53 AM [+] ::

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I Wanna Stay Like This Forver
listening to...Savage Garden, Truly Madly Deeply

This song is one of my musical guilty pleasures.

Today is Halloween! Happy Halloween to all! And Happy Birthday to Kellie, for whom I have written a short poem.

The last day in October is Halloween
I have a sister named Kathleen
And I know a girl named Shelly Howells
Whose birthday is it? It's Kellie Powell's!

Ahem. Molly and I spent the afternoon joyously engaged in decorating our little pumpkin given to us by one of the girls in our wing. We named her Papina the Pumpkin, we made a lovely little sign announcing her name, and placed her in the hallway so she can show off her glory to all Gulick residents. As soon as Molly gets back from class, we're going to Walgreen's to buy a witch's hat for Papina. Thank God that Walgreen's sells halloween costumes. Heh. We also found a variety of spooky sounds in my clip art files and have been playing them repeatedly. Yes, we are geeks. Also, we were incredibly delighted by the background on the Google website today. Simple pleasures are the best kind.

I got back from my pirates class about 15 minutes ago. My professor decided that he wasn't in the mood to teach, and he informed us all that he would be dismissing us early in order for us to have time to go trick-or-treating. Sometimes it's tough to tell when he's being serious, but either way I LOVE leaving class early. Today is what I describe as a "Sweater flip flop coffee day." The temperature was that exactly perfect place where it is cold enough to wear a sweater and walk around drinking copious amounts of coffee, but it is by no means so cold that you can't wear flip flops, which are in my opinion the very best kind of footewear.

Tonight I am going to watch The Princess Bride and maybe go shopping. I need new headphones, and I desperately want a "blustery day" skirt...one that is warm enough to wear in cool weather but not summery. Mmm...Thanksgiving is coming so soon, and then Christmas, and then New Years....oh, glee.
:: Elizabeth 3:43 PM [+] ::

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Hoping your predetermined genetic situation might be mistaken for being black
listening to...Vance Gilbert, Eliza Jane

I adore this song. It is by far the most hilarious song about interracial marriage that I have ever heard. Not that I've really heard that many. Other favorite lines from this song include: "Rednecks shake their heads in total disbelief at us," “Your friends at private school thought it was so cool,” and "Holding hands, black and white, we look just like a Unitarian Christmas card." Ah, Vance. You rock my socks.

Ok, so I have something that has been bothering me intensely, and it is the reason I have not blogged at all this week. The internet has been down. And it makes me sooo angry. It’s not just that I’ve been exceptionally lazy lately and that’s why I haven’t blogged. Oh no. I am lazy, but have actually been in the mood to blog. But can I? No! Apparently the problem is that some person who also lives in Gulick has some high speed Ethernet card that is denying everyone else access to the internet. Or something like that. I don’t fully understand, but I know that I dislike that person for being the source of my internetless pain and suffering. Grrrr.

All right, so I’m going to play a little bit of catch up with regards to what I’ve been doing. Today is Thursday. If the internet works when I am ready to post this, I will be full of glee. If it doesn’t work, well, then you guys will just all have to read this post whenever I am able to get it published. Anyway…just got back from taking an Environment and Society test that I think I did all right on. And if I didn’t do all right, I have to be honest, I don’t really care. The class is getting on my nerves, I hate listening to/reading stupid arguments suggesting that we grant trees and rocks and rivers constitutional rights. I consider myself pretty liberal, and I support giving rights to all people. PEOPLE. Not trees.

Last night was spent studying for said test for a little bit of time, but mostly playing Minesweeper and Spider Solitaire. In fact, most of my evenings are spent doing that. I went to dinner at the Sub Connection with Sam and we had a hilarious good time. Nothing much happened yesterday, really. I slept through my morning class for about the hundredth time and had a very nice sleep. Apart from those very momentous events, nothing went on.

Tuesday is a day that I do not really have much recollection of. So nothing interesting happened then either, I guess. No, wait. I did have a very odd dream. I was shopping for shoes with Renata and we both found these boots that we liked. She bought a purple pair, I bought a yellow pair. And when I woke up, I really wanted to wear my yellow boots…but alas, they weren’t real.

Monday I watched “Boogie Nights” at Nick’s house. There was some small debate over what movie to watch. I wanted to watch “The Princess Bride,” because I had no great interest in seeing a movie about the porn industry. But I have to admit, the movie was interesting, and it taught several very important moral lessons, including but not limited to: try not to cheat on your husband repeatedly because he might shoot you and your lover, porn stars have a hard time getting loans, you may lose custody of your child if you are addicted to cocaine, it is very painful for men to have their balls stomped on by a roller skate, and if you agree to jack off in front of someone for money, be careful because it might be a trap and you’ll end up being mercilessly beaten. Nick and I agreed that the next movie we watch together will be “The Princess Bride,” but I am not sure that this movie can provide such important moral themes as “Boogie Nights.”

This weekend was lurvely! Megan was in town again, and Renata was still in town, and Saturday night a bajillion people went to see Jill Sobule, who was rocking a million times over, but you can all read about that in the blogs of others. Friday people (like Megan and Martin and Darcy!) came over to Nick’s house and we played Scrabble and Taboo. And bunkduel is not a word. Now I am tired of blogging and feel that it is time for my nap and perhaps a little more reading of The Count of Monte Cristo (that book is SO grood. I mean, good.).

I HOPE THAT THE INTERNET WORKS!

:: Elizabeth 11:25 AM [+] ::

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I Think I Need the Devil to Help Me Get Things Right
listening to…Foo Fighters, Learn to Fly

Mmmm, what an utterly delicious day I am having. Yesterday kind of sucked, but today is excellent, and even more excellent by comparison. I had a rather large history midterm this morning that I was stressing out over on Wednesday and Thursday nights. I spent countless hours studying, went to a review session, and made flashcards. And made an outline for the essay I had to write. For those of you who know me…I *never* study that much for tests. It was very weird. I was really nervous last night, and couldn’t fall asleep until half past three, and was up by 7 this morning to do some more studying. I think that the test went pretty well. Better than I had thought it would go, anyway.

Thursday I had a Spanish test, which was not big deal at all. All of the questions on her exams are straight from our homework problems, so it’s never very hard to study for the tests. There was this really weird feminist poem that we had to interpret, though, and since it was written in Spanish, it made it just a little bit more difficult to figure out the deeper meaning. It was all about birds, and cages, and why men suck. Fun times.

Wednesday was a fun day. Since my gateway class was cancelled for the entire week, I’ve had the afternoons pretty much free to do what I please with. Wednesday evening I went to Nick’s house where we scared ourselves sillier by watching The Shining. The line “Come and play with us, Danny…for EVER and EVER and EVER!” is still ringing in my head. And I was a little bit afraid when I walked past the bathtub on my way to the shower this morning that there might be a decaying naked woman inside it. Fortunately, there wasn’t. Yay for an absence of decaying naked women. And men, for that matter.

I seriously need to get with some cleaning. My room is a mess after my two days of eating, sleeping and breathing Ancient Medieval Western History. It feels kind of yucky. I am happy though, in spite of my surroundings, because it is Friday! And I am done with my history test! And I am clean! And…for so many other reasons. Sigh…life is good. Life is damn good.

:: Elizabeth 2:22 PM [+] ::

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I'm tearin' round the nation on extended vacation
listening to...Jason Mraz, Curbside Prophet

RAQ: “Don’t bananas have cyanide in them? Oh wait…that’s potassium.”

My headphones have been behaving skankily lately. Only one side of them will play my music. It's very annoying and makes my ear hurt from the disproportionate music. I'm right now putting off studying for a spanish test and a history midterm. And thus...because I am a sheep like Megan and all the other members of the flock, I am going to do that silly ABCs thing. I'm almost ashamed. But also rejoicing somewhat...filling out such ridiculous surveys reawakens the stupid junior high girl inside of me. And she has to come out sometimes.

A - Act your age: I don't think I do. I don't drink or smoke or party or hate my family, and many of the 18 year olds I know do. Furthermore, I have a hopelessly juvenile sense of humor.

B - Boyfriend: His name is Nick. He is silly.

C - Chore you hate: Unloading/loading the dishwasher

D - Dad's name: Todd

E - Essential make up item: Foundation and powder. And mascara. And, um, eyeliner. And lipgloss.

F - Favourite actor(s): Gwyneth Paltrow, Joseph Fiennes, Matthew Perry, Cary Elwes, Ben Stiller

G - Gold or silver: Silver

H - Hometown: Born in Burlington Iowa, raised in many places all throughout the Midwest, finally settled down somewhat in Bloomington-Normal

I - Instruments you play(ed): flute

J - Job title: Student. Former waitress at Uncle Tom's Pancake House

K - Kids: Ugh. Not for many, many, many years. I hope! But did you know that 4 out of every 10 sexually active teens will become pregnant at least once before age 20? That’s terrifying!

L - Living arrangements: Dorm room, with annoying neighbors but a wonderfully delightful roommate named Molly!

M - Mum's name: Carol

N - Number of people you've slept with: It would be soooo embarrassing for anybody to find out that I am a virgin! I’d better not answer.

O - Overnight hospital stays: I think maybe once when I was little and had croup

P - Phobia: Spiders are scary. Feet are also quite scary. And I dislike having my neck touched in the wrong way

Q - Quote you like: “The key to happiness is a bad memory.” -Rita Mae Brown

R - Religious affiliation: I guess Catholic. But it’s going on almost 6 months now that I haven’t been to church, I have no plans of going anytime soon, and I generally disagree with everything the Catholic church says. So…yeah

S - Siblings: Kathleen

T - Time you wake up?: Every day around 8:45. I have class at nine…so I really spend as little time as possible getting ready

U - Unique habit: I smile and get a distant look in my eyes whenever I’m thinking of something funny, according to Molly…um, I also have become rather obsessed with oral hygiene and brush my teeth about 5 times a day

V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Tomatoes. All other vegetables I love. But I hate fruit.

W - Worst habit: I spend too much time in class zoning out

X - X-rays you've had: My left wrist when it was broken from a roller skating accident, my right wrist from an unfortunate run-in in the Avanti’s parking lot with Tony, lots of teeth stuff, and my left hip

Y - Yummy food you make: I’ve heard that my cookies are pretty bad ass

Z - Zodiac sign: Gemini

:: Elizabeth 7:55 PM [+] ::

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Rockin! My Pirates class has been cancelled for the rest of this week! yaaay! Not that I don't like the class...it's just nice not to have to go. My teacher apparently has to give some big speech on Friday at a Sociology conference, and he said that he hasn't even begun to research it yet. Hehehehe...teachers procrastinate too!
:: Elizabeth 4:23 PM [+] ::

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And I Feel So Alive
listening to...Jason Mraz, You and I Both

Mmm...this weekend was so deliciously long. I went home on Thursday around noon, and had four straight days of showering without shoes, sleeping in my own bed, and getting to hang out without having to be anywhere at any particular time. The weekend went waaaay too fast, though. Apparently the semester is now half over, but I definitely feel like it should be much closer than halfway to the end. Coming back to school last night just kind of made me ache with the disheartening realization that I have about 7 more years of school left. At the very, very least. 7 years of very expensive school, at that. At some point this this weekend, my sister and I were discussing the fact that in like 5 years, it would be not unreasonable for me to be married, that in 10 years I will in all likelihood have children or be planning when I'll be having them, that I'll have a career...and that just kind of creeped me out. I mean, five years is really a pretty short time. My freshman year of high school was 4 years ago, but it feels like it may as well have been yesterday. It's just very weird to try to imagine all the ways things will change in my life, and soon.

Hmm...recap of my weekend: Thursday I spent the afternoon lounging about my house and napping, as a was very tired. I didn't take any naps at ALL last week! I'm not sure how I did that, but needless to say, I was kind of exhausted. Thursday night I went to visit my sister at Outdoor Ed. And it made me really sad and envious that I went to stupid Parkside Junior High, where we definitely never did anything cool like that...and we had to deal with the scary shop teacher, and mean administration, and...other things that sucked. Anyway...afterwards, I did some laundry, because everything I had been wearing when I visited Kathleen smelled like campfire.

Friday...I don't remember what I did during the day. Oh wait! I do remember. I went and got my hair cut, and then I went to U-High to visit Ms. Scott. That was really fun! We talked about pirates and how all the seniors from last year are doing, and about her APUSH class this year...ah, Ms. Scott. How I love thee. After that, there was some hanging out with Nick, followed by attending "Lost in Yonkers" with my mom. It was very good, but somewhat confusing due to the fact that at the ISU homecoming game, fireworks kept going off and making very loud distracting noises. Which, of course, was nothing that anybody involved with the play could do anything about. But yeah. After the play, went to Jason's cast party and listened to various prank phone calls that Jason, Martin, Nick and Mike had made during their sophomore year. There was one recording of them calling me...which was very weird! Then...lessee...Martin and Nick both tried to give me a lapdance, and then the three of us went to Steak n Shake, which was a bit boring. Martin and Nick talked about Star Trek while I kind of spaced out and thought about Anne of Green Gables.

Saturday was fun! I hung out with Nick in the afternoon, and then went to the play again, where all sorts of delightful people were congregated! Megan and Renata were both in town, and it was nice to see them both if even for a short time. After the play, Renata, Reid, Nick and I went back to Nick's house where there was some mad playing of board games. The Dr. Laura game was particularly entertaining, and it reaffrimed my belief that Dr. Laura is kind of bitchy. Really bitchy, in fact.

Sunday I moped. That was about all.

Today it is really hot here, it's like 85 degrees, and that is just waaaay too warm for October. I disapprove. I got to take a nap after my history class this morning, and I had an incredibly bizarre dream. I don't really remember all of it, but I do distinctly remember being at a country club wearing a bright blue swimsuit and talking to Jack Nickelson (sp?) about who had let me in to the club. I kept telling him that I was a guest of my roommate, whose boyfriend's father was a very distinguished intellectual. He didn't believe me and summoned the Hulk to remove me from the premises. There was also something about me going around giving food to all of the guys who live on the second floor of my residence hall. Very...odd.

Anyway, I now must head off in the direction of Shaw Hall, and my pirates class. Meh. Class is just so...class-like.
:: Elizabeth 2:39 PM [+] ::

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It Doesn't Matter To Me
listening to...Phish, Bug

Ya know, I really thought that today could not feel yuckier than yesterday! I didn't have an enormous paper to finish, my classes started later, and I was going to go out for lunch.

It's funny how things never go according to plan.

I woke up this morning ten minutes before my class started, which is annoying but nothing terribly out of the usual. All it meant was that I had to skip my shower, and although I relish in showers, I wasn't so excessively dirty that you could smell me. Class was boring. Came back from class at 10:40 intending to take a shower, but realized that my spanish homework was not finished and that Nick was supposed to be coming at 11 to pick me up. Deciding that it was more important to do my homework than to shower, I put the finishing touches on an essay that was due today, got a good start on my homework assignment and left to go out for lunch feeling really really cold and yucky, since it was raining and I had forgotten to bring my umbrella to class with me (thus, I had to walk back in the rain...and cold...brrr). So anyway, go out to lunch, am back at my dorm by 12:30, and my class isn't until 1:10, which leaves me more than enough time to finish my homework. I went into my room, put my stuff down, and left to go to the bathroom. And the *instant* that my door shut, I realized that I had forgotten to unlock it and my keys were still inside. Damn. So I waited a while to see if Molly would be coming back from lunch any time soon, but by 1 she still wasn't back, so I went down to the front desk and got one of the RAs to let me into my room, which costs five dollars. And when I walked in the room, Molly was there, having just returned from lunch. Damn damn damn damn. 5 minutes before class was to start, I still had to finish my homework. I finished it, and ended up being about 25 minutes late for class. Ironically enough, the professor decided not to collect the homework for today.

Got back from class and received a phone call from my Pirates professor, who asked me if I wouldn't mind putting together a 20 minute presentation for tomorrow based on the paper that I turned in yesterday, because he relaly liked it and thought the class could make use of the information. Granted, I'm glad that he liked my paper, but...now I have to do a 20 minute presentation on it. aaaaghhhhhhh.

And my room smells funny, and I have a headache, and I really want to take a nap but can't because I have too much to do. Sigh. What kind of a world is this? It's kind of crap!
:: Elizabeth 4:36 PM [+] ::

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I feel really, really grimy. I want to take another shower. But I took one like, an hour and a half ago. Whiiiine.
:: Elizabeth 4:00 PM [+] ::

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The World Is Blowing Up
listening to...Dave Matthews, Oh

Holy Mother of God. I just had the most stressful hour EVER. Ok. So that seven page paper that I mentioned yesterday...um, I didn't really get a good start on it until around 11 last night, which was not really too much of a problem. When it comes down to crunch time, I'm really pretty good about getting my shit together and finishing whatever it is that I need to finish. So I worked until around 2 AM, went to bed, and then worked on the paper from around 10 AM until 2 PM this afternoon. My class is not until 3. No problem.

Wrong! Big, big problem! I went to take a shower around 2, was all set to go by 20 till 3, and then tried to print my paper. And my printer would not work. Ok, not that big of a deal. I uploaded the paper to my email, sent a copy to myself, and went over to the library to print. And my email was not working. So I came back here, tried again and in vain to print. Then I looked closely at my desk and realized that my printer was not hooked up to my computer. After cursing myself for being such an idiot, I AGAIN tried to print. And my printer was out of black ink. So I changed the color of my text to dark blue, hoping my professor wouldn't mind the off-beat hue. But for some reason, my printer takes forever if it's printing anything in color. It took about 5 minutes for me to print 8 pages...and by that time it was ten after 3. So I ran to class, walked in right as my professor was saying "Ok, you guys can go ahead and leave," turned in my paper (which, thank God, he accepted in spite of my tardiness and blue ink), and then came back here to wallow in my self-loathing. Seriously...I wasted like 20 minutes trying to print when my printer wasn't plugged in. I feel dum.
:: Elizabeth 3:51 PM [+] ::

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Baby, You Make Me High
listening to...Dave Matthews, Up and Away

Dave Matthews' solo album is out! And I own it, thanks to my mom, whom I love very much! :-) Sirius Lee...it's so good. And what I find most exciting is that Dave and Tim Reynolds and Trey Anastasio are coming to Chicago on December 22nd and provided that my family doesn't go to Florida for Christmas, I'm going to see them! :::has moment of indescribable joy:::

I spent this weekend at home, hanging out with the family. Last night was homecoming, and it was entertaining mostly because nobody really cared about it. Nick wore an absurd pinstripe suit, Drue wore brown bell bottoms and and argyle sweater, and Josh...hehe...wore plaid red pants and his Chucks.

I have a seven page essay that is due tomorrow that I really need to finish. I really just felt the need to gush about how much I love Dave Matthews. Peace out.
:: Elizabeth 3:53 PM [+] ::

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When You're Trying Hard to be Your Best, Could You be a Little Less?

listening to...Madonna, What it Feels Like for a Girl

I apologize for the heinous misspelling of Noam Chomsky's name in my prior post. Because he totally rocks. Noam gave about an hour long lecture about the American political system and the war in Iraq, and overall, why Bush is a total threat to all people everywhere, including Americans. I was such a huge bleeding heart liberal before I came to college, and being here has only intensified that. But I enjoy my bleeding heart liberalism, as well as the knowledge that I have the ability to act on it.

After Noam's lecture, I went with Nick and Martin to the BBC where they played a little bit of South Park pinball while I remained rather more interested in the Cubs game. Cubs lost. Very sad. Also very sad is my newfound interest in baseball. Oy.

Last night I had a chocolate milkshake...it was sooooo good. I think I'll go get another one.
:: Elizabeth 10:48 AM [+] ::

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You Could Taste Heaven Perfectly

listening to...Tori Amos, A Sorta Fairytale
Three times I have tried to blog in the past three days. Three times I have failed. Blogger ate two of my blogs, and then yesterday the internet wasn't working in my dorm room. Life = hard. But anyway, it hasn't exactly been a very eventful past couple of days, so it's not like you guys have been missing out on any highly interesting information. This weekend was pretty nice, although i have to admit that I got absolutely NONE of what I wanted to work on done. That's ok though, I don't have any assignments due until next Monday. And that's just so delightfully far away.

Friday night I did something I never thought I would do. In fact, I had sworn never to do it. People would try to convince me to do it, and I would say no. But now it has been done. I watched "Scream."

That may seem like no big deal to many of you, but I have had an absolute horror of that movie ever since it came out when I was in seventh grade. I hate masks, and I especially hate the Scream mask. And...it looked so scary! But Nick and I decided to watch it together, and we had Martin come over because we were afraid to watch it alone. And I am proud to say that it really wasn't even that scary. Just kind of stupid, and occasionally very gory. Then we watched Scream 2, which was also not nearly as terrifying as i had hyped it up to be.

This made me wonder: Maybe I am turning into not so much of a wuss? Does this mean I am ready to go to JCs Haunted House or something now, and will end up just feeling stupid for ever being afraid of them? Somehow...I don't think so.

Saturday night was also spent engaged in movie watching. Went to see School of Rock, which was funnier than I had thought it would be. There were these two girls sitting behind us who were cracking up really loudly and hysterically, even when something that wasn't very funny happened. So I was entertained not only by the movie but also by the audience. Whee.

Sunday I went home and hung out with my family. We went to Lake Bloomington where my dad and sister went fishing while my mom and I played the "Guess What I'm Thinking" game for about 3 hours. Then we all watched the Cubs game together, while my family marveled over my new-found knowledge of sports. I know about baseball now because I live with Molly and Andrew spends a lot of time over here either talking about the Cubs or watching them. And I also know lots of stuff about Formula 1 racing because Nick and his stepdad and brothers constantly talk about that. Craaazy.

Today thus far has been ok. I got back a paper in my Enviro class, and got an A- on it, which I found satisfactory. Then I showered in a CLEAN SHOWER (I have figured out that the cleaning lady cleans the showers in the mornings around 10 AM, and have arranged my schedule accordingly). Tonight I am going to see a guy named Nome Chompsky speak, who is apparently a very famous linguist or something. w00t. And right now...I'm going to Saga for lunch. Mmmmm...lunch.
:: Elizabeth 12:02 PM [+] ::

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They say it's nice this time of year on Jupiter

listening to...Moe, Nebraska

Today was quite a delightful day, all things considered. I got up super-late (I got up at 9:15), and shockingly enough, I walked into my Environment and Society classroom at exactly 9:21, four whole minutes early! Yay me! It was very cold out this morning, which was not so fun, but this problem was remedied with a cup of mint hot chocolate, something which I highly recommend to each of you. I really enjoyed Enviro this morning. The guy I sit next to in class, Ryan, is very funny, along with the girl who sits in front of us, Lauren. Today we had to break into small groups to talk about whether or not the US needs to adopt Draconian methods of controlling population growth. We were all set to have a scholarly discussion, and then Ryan just comes out and says, "You know, I think we're forgetting one thing here. Babies are an excellent source of protein. I don't see why we have orphanages when there are lots of starving people in the world that need to be fed." And of course, he was being facetious, but it was so funny, and so unexpected, that we laughed about it for about 5 minutes. After class, I came back to my dorm and got to shower. The spectacular thing about that was that the showers had *just* been cleaned. Wow. That rocked my socks off.

Spanish was let out about 40 minutes early because our professor is pregnant and she gets afternoon sickness. I feel bad being happy about that, it's not like I'm glad that she's sick, but I am glad we get to leave early! Then I came back to my dorm, took a nap, and now I'm blogging while watching a rerun of SNL. It's one of the episodes from election 2000, and I think those are some of the funniest SNL episodes I've ever seen. Right now there's a skit on about the NFL, and there's a woman talking about how nobody takes her seriously because "she's a woman in a lavendar sweater from Club Monaco talking about football." And that just reminded me of the whole debate on the plane ride back from Costa Rica about whether or not there should be female sports casters. Fun times.

I really want some food. And The Dugout...is sooooo far away. Actually, it's like 50 feet from my dorm. Nevermind.


:: Elizabeth 4:23 PM [+] ::

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I'm just sitting here waiting for you
listening to...Norah Jones, Turn Me On

It smells very much like spaghetti here in my dorm room. I don't know why it smells like that, but I kind of enjoy it. It's comforting, in some strange way. Meh. Ok, so anyway, I had ANOTHER day where I was up on time and got ready for my history class and wore real clothes. I totally rock my alarm clock's socks. Woot. Today in history we pondered many philosophical questions posed by the ancient Greek philosophers, and it was fun. We discussed the flaws of language, and the meaning of absolute truth, and why the sky is called the sky instead of something else, like the grog. And I totally think it would be way cool if we changed the word "sky" to "grog." It sounds very funny to say stuff like, "Look how cloudy the grog is!"

I went to a meeting for a group called Shenanigans, an independent on-campus theater group, which was not too bad. They're already in the middle of their first show so I've joined a little bit late, but hopefully I'll be able to get in on the action for the second show. I miss doing theater stuff. I miss it a lot.

Last night I went to Saga for dinner with Ashvin, where we had an absolutely delightful time trading insults about each other's families. I smeared a little bit of ice cream on his face, and then ran away into the Women's restroom, where he followed me. Then we stood outside the restroom for a while debating whether or not the braille on the sign really said "Women's Restroom" or not. Ashvin decided that what it really said was "Elizabeth sucks the big one," and stood in the hallway for about 10 minutes running his hand over the sign and repeating that phrase. We got many, many weird looks from the people passing by.

Do any of you guys have a game called Spider Solitaire on your computers? I have become absolutely addicted to it lately. It's so sad...sometimes I have dreams about playing it. It's kind of like when I used to work at Culver's, and I would have dreams about punching things in on the register. Stuff like that makes me feel so sad and pathetic.

I think I'm going to go read some for my pirates class. The book we're reading now is entitled, "The Life, Adventures and Pyracies of the Famous Captain Singleton." Fun, fun times.

:: Elizabeth 1:08 PM [+] ::

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Damn. Titles aren't working after all.
:: Elizabeth 1:16 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Ben Harper, Steal My Kisses

Whoo hoo, titles work. rock on.

Had a pretty good day so far today. I went to my history class, arrived on time and was wearing real people clothes instead of my pajamas, which is a real rarity for me. It was kinda nice not to feel so incredibly disheveled, but not nice enough for me to do it every day. We got back our tests that we took on Wednesday. I got a 93% which made me considerably happy. Then I took a nap, which was warm and splendiferous. At lunch, Sam, Molly, Andrew and I decided that we are going to start our own Frarority (not a fraternity, because there are girls, and not a sorority, because there are boys). Our Frarority is called SAME (Sam Andrew Molly Elizabeth), and we are four times larger than any other frarority on campus. The only other frarority consists of a guy that we saw sitting at Saga, whom we decided was the only member. And his frarority doesn't even have a name. So clearly, ours is much cooler.

Ashvin came and sat with us, and we offered to let him join, but he says he wants to be in a real fraternity. What a loser. After lunch he stole all of the Reeses pieces from the ice cream toppings bar. Molly and I threatened to alert the Saga police about this, and a long debate followed regarding whether or not we would turn him in...which somehow ended up turning into an argument about how Molly and I apparently mistreat Triple G. Ah...I love Ashvin!

The girl in the room next to ours is playing obnoxious rap music really, really loud right now, and to top it off, she has her door propped open. I mean, I completely don't mind occasionally overhearing my neighbor's music, but this is so loud it's just obscene. Girls bother me. It also drives me nuts that lots of girls on my floor have no problem leaving large, nasty clumps of hair stuck to the shower wall after they're done showering. Or leave large clumps of it in the drain. Sometimes people's lack of common courtesy gets really annoying.

:: Elizabeth 1:14 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Dave Matthews Band, Stay (Wasting Time)

Can one of you bloggers who is smarter than me tell me how to set up my blog so that each entry has a title?

Summary of the past couple of days (in no particular order other than what pops into my head):

-Went to the Rerun Movie Fest showing of "A Clockwork Orange." Have decided that this is a movie that improves the more times you see it. First time sucks. Fourth or fifth time, you start pondering its deeper meaning and the implications of modern society and why government sucks.

-Caught the plague. Not really the plague...have just felt somewhat under the weather these past couple of days

-In keeping with having the plague, have had a bowl of soup at mealtime for the past 2 days, and nothing else. Have decided that soup is now my best friend.

-Got back my first-ever college essay. It was the 10 page (mine turned out to actually be 12 pages) biography of Blackbeard for my pirates class. Received an A- as well as praise for being v. arrrticulate.

-Wrote a total of 4 in class essays. Sheesh.

-Had to bust out my winter clothes. It's getting cold here, and that makes me v. happy.

-Have been reading Bridget Jones' Diary, and thus have fallen in love with her constant use of "v." as an abbreviation for "very" Have also enjoyed that the British refer to zits as "spots" It sounds much less unattracive.

-Decided that some time in November I will be accompanying Josh and Martin on a journey to visit Megan. To be more or less the fourth wheel, and to "keep Josh company" in his hotel room. :::makes sexy growling noise:::

-Watched Pocahontas. Had fight with my sister over which character in the movie is the hottest: John Smith, Thomas, or Kokoum.

-Burned a CD with pictures of Costa Rica and Prom and the late June trip to Peoria to have and behold in my dorm room.

-Bought a jar of soup (yes, a jar) to have at the dorm, as well as fudge.

And speaking of fudge...I think I'm going to go eat some. Or maybe a lot. Hearts and love and chocolate for all!
:: Elizabeth 7:30 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Ace of Bass, The Sign

Ay ay ay! I just came from taking my first history test of the semester. And I can't decided if I failed it or did really well. Meh. The whole test was basically writing stuff...he gave us five terms that we had to write half of a page about, and then we had a DBQ, except there was not really enough time to make it a real DBQ (class is only 50 minutes long, and writing about the terms took around 25 minutes). So I hope he's not grading too harshly, given the time restrictions. Oh well...I'm not going to worry about it too much, it's over and done with now.

There is a bulletin board outside of my dorm room that has a whole bunch of condoms taped to it. Interesting.

Tomorrow I have my stupid stupid stupid Environment and Society midterm. It consists of her giving us a lot of quotes from articles we've read so far and us having to identify the title and author. Which sucks because we've had some pieces that are very similar to each other, and that are written by the same person. Tests suck. Until this week, I don't think I had really realized that I was going to be responsible for taking tests on the material I've been reading.

Last night I had a very, very weird dream. Martin and Nick were masterminding a plan to assassinate the president. They kept telling me that if they wore ski masks and ran really fast, nobody would ever be able to catch them. And I didn't think so. And there was a lot of anger and confusion.

:: Elizabeth 10:11 AM [+] ::

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Things I have noticed about being at college:

-I go to the bathroom an insane number of times each day. It's annoying. I used to NEVER have to go to the bathroom, and now I do all the time. Not trying to share too much info or anything...I'm just saying.

-I have developed an absolute horror of letting my bare feet touch the floor of the showers or any part of the bathroom floor.

-Time goes by incredibly, unbelievably fast. Hours, days, weeks...I've been here for over a month. And it seems like maybe a week or two.

-I sneeze a lot.

Yes. That is all.

:: Elizabeth 1:24 AM [+] ::

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listening to...Fiona Apple, Criminal

Yay for not being a huge procrastinator! I have such a good start on this biographical essay that I need to write. And even better than that, I am actually feeling really motivated to do work on it right now. I've been working on it for the past hour or so, and plan to continue working on it until I have to go to class, and then to work on it some more until I go out tonight. Doing homework before it's due feels so good. I wish I had discovered this feeling earlier.

I think I might take too many naps. Seriously, I take one after almost every class. This morning I managed to not take one by going to Starbucks and getting a large Cafe Mocha, which I drank in about 10 minutes. That kept me awake for the morning, then I had some coffee at lunch.

My Enviro midterm is the dumbest thing I have ever heard of. For every class period we've had so far, the teacher has assigned us 3 or 4 articles or book excerpts to read, and then we have to be able to discuss them and such. Well, for the midterm, she's taking a couple of sentences from each article and we have to identify the title and author of the article. Which would not be that bad if there weren't so MANY articles, and especially if there weren't several articles written by the same freaking person! Grr. I'm really glad that that's going to be my only class that really has difficult tests, though. For our history tests, all we have to do is analyze a primary source, and be able to define terms from a list he gives us before the test. Spanish tests are open note. We don't have tests for my Pirates class, just long essays.

The weather here today is be-yew-tiful. It's wonderful outside! It's a little bit chilly and windy, but sunny, and it's the perfect weather for wearing a nice turtleneck and warm wintery socks, but not having to bother with a winter coat. It's coffee weather. Yum.
:: Elizabeth 2:04 PM [+] ::

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Some fucker just pulled the fire alarm. It's almost 1 in the morning. Bastard.
:: Elizabeth 12:55 AM [+] ::

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listening to...Johnny Cash, Hurt

Today has been a day full of sleep. I went to bed around 1 last night, and woke up at quarter till nine. Since my first class starts at nine, I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, and went to class with my hair un-fixed, make-up not applied, and wearing pajamas. Oral hygiene takes precedence over all other getting ready routines. I have decided that I'm going to start going to class immediately after getting out of bed more often. It is considerably less time-consuming, and it's not like there is anybody in my Ancient Medieval Western History class that I'm desperately seeking to impress with shocking beauty...actually, I'm not trying to impress anybody in any class with shocking beauty. And since being unpresentable takes a whole lot less time than getting ready...well, you do the math.

After class, I came back to my dorm and promptly got right back into bed. I slept until noon, when Andrew and Sam called and said that they were too hungry to keep waiting for Molly and I to finish napping. Went to Saga, where I think we pissed Sam off a bit when we made fun of him for thinking that Molly's strawberry shake was chocolate. Came back to room, climbed into bed AGAIN, and spent a few hours reading The Picture of Dorian Gray. Damn, what a good book. Got up, made myself slightly more presentable (I brushed my hair and brushed my teeth again), and went to a meeting with one of my teachers. He cancelled class today and instead was spending the afternoon doing meetings with the students to see how we're doing on our ten page research papers. I have two pages written, which is quite shocking considering that the paper's not due until Monday and I normally am a huuuuuge procrastinator. The title of the paper is: "I saw a movie about Blackbeard this weekend; it was rated arr. The Life, Times and Cultural Stigma of Captain Edward Teach." My teacher really enjoyed that and said it sounded like it would be an interesting paper. Yay!

After that meeting, I decided I really, really ought to do something about getting dressed. So I took a nice, long, hot shower, and got dressed in real clothes, and here I am blogging!

Last night I had a meeting with my group for a project we're doing in Environment and Society. And I swear, I have met Reijo's evil twin. This guy in my group looks like Reijo, dresses like Reijo, has the same kind of sense of humor as Reijo...and says offensive stuff the way Reijo does. He was really pissing off everybody else in our group, but all I could do was crack up because the things he was syaing reminded me so much of Reijo. He made comments like, "I don't know your name, and I don't really care what it is. I'm looking out for Number One." I think, though, that this guy is probably less mature than Reijo, because I don't think Reijo would be that outright offensive to people he doesn't know very well. Hence, I've decided that he's Reijo's evil twin.

Martin has gotten me in the habit of saying "splendid" whenever somebody asks how I am doing. And I get the coolest reactions from saying it...try it sometime!

:: Elizabeth 3:36 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Oasis, Champagne Supernova

This song always reminds me of Costa Rica, and our tangerine supernova in the sky. And how we drove everybody else on that trip insane with all of our singing.

I spent some time today going over my grateful list that I made around February of my senior year. Grateful lists are really wonderful things. They come in handy when you're incredibly sad/stressed out/experiencing any negative emotion. But I think that they're also wonderful to look over when you're extraordinarily happy with your life, because they give you even more things to be really happy about. I decided that my grateful list was in need of some updating, especially since I feel like I have changed a lot since that last list was made. Mainly, that list was made when I was sad. The additions of today were made because I'm glad. Here is what I added today:

Old friends and new friends and in-the-middle friends
Getting along better with my family
Forgiveness
My egg crate foam thing that makes my mattress really soft
Andrew Dykers and his sexophone
Ashvin's hilarious angry messages on our answering machine
Reciprocity
Medium sized black books (like Megan’s)
The happiness of my friends
Autumn
Claritin allergy medicine
Not being such a procrastinator anymore
Small, rectangular ice cream containers that fit in my freezer
My wall of pictures
Realizing what you want while you have it

My grateful list makes me so…grateful! There really isn’t a better word for it.

Today Molly accidentally spilled a bottle of vinegar in our dorm room. It smelled really bad. But fortunately it doesn’t smell like vinegar anymore. Now it is back to smelling like butter.

:: Elizabeth 11:12 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Ryan Adams, When the Stars Go Blue

Ay ay ay! I have soooo much homework. In fact, a much wiser use of my time would be to be working on it instead of blogging. Meh. Oh well.

Family weekend was pretty fun. Saturday night I ate at Saga with Nick and my parents, and this morning I had brunch there with my sister and parents. I like brunch. Last night after dinner, Nick and I went bowling with Drue and Sophie and several members of Drue's family and friends (It was Mrs. Hocker's birthday). The first game I sucked it pretty hard, I didn't even break 50. But I won the third game, with a score of 129! That was cool. Afterwards we hung out at the Hansen Center here at IWU with Steve, Tony, Amanda, TJ, Mike S, Stephanie, Matt, Molly, Andrew and Ashvin. Nick and Matt had a contest to see who could throw their shoe the farthest, and Matt hit a painting. Oops.

:: Elizabeth 4:31 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Shannon McNally, Now That I Know

The soundtrack to Sweet Home Alabama rocks my socks off. As a rule, I really don't like country songs that much. This stuff, however, is really quite delightful.

This weekend is family weekend at IWU, so I'm blogging, and then I need to tidy up my dorm room a bit before my parents come over. My family and Nick will be coming over this evening to eat dinner at Saga with me. We were supposed to go to the Christine Lavin concert, but to my dismay, it was canceled. (Note to Talia and Renata: Jill Sobule is coming here! I haven't ever listened to her music, but I know you two both really like her, so I'm planning on going. If by some random chance one or both of you is in town, you should come too!) Anyway. Tonight is the much-anticipated ISU/IWU reunion. And by that I mean that Steve, Amanda, TJ and Tony will probably be stopping by. That should be lots of fun.

Last was nice. Nick, Martin and I ate spaghetti at Martin's house with his mom. Martin's mom is one of the coolest people I know. We discussed her writer's block regarding an interesting segue for some complicated mathematical thing she's writing. We also discussed how many times per day the average midwestern mom uses the word 'fuck'. Then we argued whether or not there were homoerotic themes present in Top Gun. After that entertaining conversation, Nick and Martin worked on their independent study while I sat and watched this really weird show about reality TV. There is apparently this one reality TV game show in England where people compete to see who can catch the most different kinds of diseases within the period of one month. It was, quite possibly, the grossest thing I've ever seen. These people would go into locker rooms, lift up shower mats and rub their feet all around in the grime trying to get athlete's foot. One guy stood on a street corner for a day with a large sign that said "Will Pay for Nits." Ughhhhh.

I *really* need to do some laundry. It's getting to be kind of obscene. Ciao!

:: Elizabeth 3:22 PM [+] ::

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VOLUME 37 ISSUE 34 — 26 SEPTEMBER 2001 (Holy Fucking Shit Issue)
Dinty Moore Breaks Long Silence On Terrorism With Full-Page Ad
NEW YORK— Nearly two weeks after the attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon, the makers of Dinty Moore beef stew finally weighed in on the tragedy Monday with a full-page ad in USA Today. "We at Dinty Moore extend our deepest sympathies to all who have been affected by the terrible events of Sept. 11, 2001," read the ad, which pictured a can of Dinty Moore beef stew at the bottom of the page. "The entire Dinty Moore family is outraged by this heinous crime and stands firmly behind our leaders." Dinty Moore joins Knoche Heating & Cooling and Tri-State Jacuzzi in condemning terrorism.

-The Onion

I love The Onion.

:: Elizabeth 10:22 PM [+] ::

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Random Amusing Quote:
"So what if everybody else is downloading music? Does that make it right?! You know who else said, 'Everyone is doing it'? The Nazis! Just think about how many Jews you kill for every song you download!"

"I don't know how to score."
"I think if you've got something in the oven, you already know how to score."


I am working on improving this blog o' mine. I've been working on a "Who's who?" page, as well as a "soundtrack" page. And once I learn how to use FTP, I can make them link! Whee!

I should really be doing something more productive.
:: Elizabeth 9:01 PM [+] ::

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Apart from being an awesome musician, Dave Matthews has taste in baby names of which I approve. His twin daughters are named Stella and Grace. Sigh. I'm so sad that Dave Matthews is married to somebody who is not me.
:: Elizabeth 4:50 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Dave Matthews Band, Drive In Drive Out

Random amusing quote:
"It's so cold in here!"
"I know, but once we start learning this grammar, believe me, things will get hot!"

"You're bad. But not that bad."
"Oh my God! I'm Ucblab!"

Today I saw Matt! Which made me really happy, because even though he lives about 20 yards away from me, I absolutely never get to see him, and that makes me very sad. We ate lunch. Yum, lunch.

You know those coolers at grocery stores? And how when you open one of them, this gush of cold air comes out and makes you shiver for the next couple of minutes? That is the sensation I experience every time I have opened the door to my dorm room today. It is absolutely freezing in here. I don't want to turn off the AC because I'm thinking that maybe Molly likes it to be this cool in here. I'm wearing sweatpants, two pairs of socks, a long sleeve shirt, and a hooded sweatshirt. And it's still cold. Stepping outside feels like a relief, because it's so nice and hot.

Right now I'm just sitting here enjoying my wall plastered with pictures. It makes me very happy: a picture of Martin turning me on (with a remote control...not the other kind of turned on), one of Trina and I spooning on Rob's couch, the Heady Picture (if you don't know, don't ask), my grandma laying on the floor surrounded by beers, Andrew and Matt playing Twister, Matt with his scarf and coat tied around his head, Miriam buzzing around like a fly while Renata gives her bunny ears, Josh with a spoon on his nose and a napkin tied around his head, and the picture of our POP group (my favorite part of this picture is our poster in the background which says "Don't be Chicken to Discover TURKEY!). Ah, memories.
:: Elizabeth 3:52 PM [+] ::

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Fun spanish phrases that rhyme:

Otro terremoto (Another earthquake)

Corta la torta (Cut the cake)

Cuanto es tanto? (How much is enough?)

Dale o sale (Give it or leave)

Piscina de Trina (Trina's pool)
:: Elizabeth 11:55 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Vance Gilbert, Let Me Know

Sigh. The Fam Vid (aka Family Video) did not have any copies of The Whole Nine Yards, the absolutely hilarious movie that I've been trying to get Nick to watch for a while now. None on NHS, none on DVD. So instead, we got Roger & Me, Michael Moore's documentary which basically explains why General Motors and the vast majority of rich people are selfish pricks. It was very, very good. But sad. The end of the movie mixed scenes of Roger Smith (GM's CEO) reading a Christmas speech with scenes of a family in Flint, Michigan was evicted from their home on Christmas Eve. Michael Moore makes me so angry. But in a "Society needs to do something about this!" kind of way, not in an "I hate Michael Moore" kind of way. Watching/reading his material always makes me feel very guilty for everything that I have and what I take for granted in my life. I mean, my none of my relations really have money to burn, but having to worry about being evicted from our home has never been an issue. It makes me feel very passionately about responsibility to society. Imagine how passionately *he* must feel about this stuff. I bet it's kind of frustrating to be Michael Moore.

I'm putting off writing a Spanish essay about the physical and psychological effects of an earthquake. Procrastrination is a vile habit (god, I love the word 'vile'), but for some reason I just work better after I get done doing all of the things I get the urge to do. Like blogging. I've kind of rediscovered the joy of blogging. I think part of it has to do with the fact that it's an easy way to keep abreast of people's lives and, if they so desire, for them to keep abreast of yours. My parents will ask me stuff like, "So, have you spoken to Renata on the phone lately or anything? Do you know if she likes college?" And even though I haven't spoken to Renata on the phone lately, I still know that college is fun for her because she says so in her blog! Yaaaay!

Mm...I really want to take a shower right now. But I'm going to force myself to wait until my essay is done. Molly and I were joking about how pathetic we are in our views on hygiene. Taking a shower is not a necessary part of our day, oh no. Rather, it is a reward for when we get all of our homework done.

So, since I really want a shower (mmmm....warm!), I'm going tos top blogging and finish my essay. Hearts!
:: Elizabeth 10:57 PM [+] ::

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Someone is singing. Very loudly. And very poorly. And it isn't Andrew Dykers. Grrr.

::::turns up volume on CD player a couple more notches::::
:: Elizabeth 4:55 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Andrew Dykers, Nights Like These

I AM GOING TO SEE ANDREW DYKERS ON NOVEMBER 21! THIS IS SO EXCITING!

I just got back from studying the enthralling world of the Golden Age of Piracy (1692-1720). Pirates were really very mean sometimes. Maybe it was all that scurvy that got them so pissed off. Who knows?

I think pirates' names are just cool beyond belief. My favorite pirate ever is a guy named "Eustace the Monk." As his name implies, he was a monk. But then he sold his soul to Satan in exchange for magical powers that would allow him to capture ships (or so the story goes, anyway). He was one of the most feared pirates of the Middle Ages. And his name was Eustace. Rock on. Other names that I find enjoyable are Klein Heinszlein, the German pirate, and Captain Calico Jack Rackam. I wonder what I would call myself if I were a pirate.

This morning I slept through my first class. It started at nine, and I woke up 9:30, so I just kind of rolled over and went back to sleep at that point, since I had already missed the vast majority of my class and I was still tired. Yeah...I dunno, I'm not too worried about missing the class since the teacher only takes attendance on Fridays, and his lectures are straight from the book. Which I already read. It's amazing to me how I'm actually keeping up on my readings here at college. It's so very unlike me! In APUSH, I am sorry to say, I was always very, very behind.

To my great happiness, the Zelda joke lives on (this part of the post primarily concerns Megan and Trina). I explained the joke to Andrew the other night while he and I were sitting listening to Molly and Ashvin carrying on about the Bio classes and their teacher, Dr. Criley. So then Andrew started saying things like, "Hey Elizabeth, I was playing Zelda the other night, and all of a sudden I pushed button B and Dr. Criley jumped out!" So my response was, "Oh my God! That's the hardest part of World 3 Level 8! Right after he jumps out, he starts throwing ribosomes and nuclei and stem cells at you! It's so scary!"

Tee hee.

I've decided not to even attempt to find people here who think Jew jokes are funny. Mostly because one of two things would happen. People would either be seriously offended by them and think that I am a huge bigot or something, or they'd find them funny only because they themselves are huge bigots. And...I don't want either of those things to happen. Bigotry (originally typed 'bigtroy') is bad.

Second semester I am going to try and sign up for a web design course. Because my webpage makes me sad, and I want it to be pretty and make me happy. Yes.


:: Elizabeth 4:50 PM [+] ::

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Shiznit!! They stopped working again.
:: Elizabeth 7:23 PM [+] ::

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YAY!!!!!!!! My comments work again!
:: Elizabeth 7:20 PM [+] ::

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Satan has apparently taken up residence within my printer.
:: Elizabeth 4:24 PM [+] ::

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listening to...Uncle Kracker, To Think I Used to Love You

Oh glee! Today was a day in which my liberal little heart rejoiced. First of all, in Environment and Society, I met my first Wesleyan Phish fan. Her name is Carolyn and she had a Phish logo sewn onto her backpack. So we talked for a while about Phish, and how much we like them, and other stuff that dirty hippies relish in. Yay.

Then, this afternoon instead of having spanish class, we went to a lecture that the President of Bolivia was giving here on campus (which I thought was really, really cool. I mean, the President of the United States would never show up on Wesleyan's campus unless we were the target of some anti-American terrorist attack). Anyway, the President was going on about his country's GNP and their educational reforms and women's liberation and such, and the girl next to me leaned over and said, "You know what? Bush would never be able to talk intelligently about all of this stuff. Hell, the President of Bolivia speaks better English than Bush does!" And I spent the rest of the time trying not to giggle.

Tomorrow I am registering to vote! Very exciting stuff. Molly and Andrew registered today. Sam didn't because he can't remember whether or not he is already registered. Heehee.

Well, it's about time for me to begin my homework. Agh.
:: Elizabeth 3:00 PM [+] ::

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Listening to…John Mayer, Your Body is a Wonderland

It’s been quite a while since my last blog. Sorry all. I’ve been so incredibly tired lately that every time I get a few minutes in my dorm room to spare, I decide to either sleep or read a book instead of blogging. Who knew that college would involve so much work? I certainly didn’t.

Molly and I have pretty much gotten settled in to our dorm room. Our air conditioner (you know, the one on top of which many things have been precariously stacked) makes a terrifying sound. It kind of sounds like some sort of small, dying woodland creature is stuck inside of it. Last night it was so loud that I couldn’t fall asleep with it on, so I turned it off…and then it got very, very hot. Life is hard.

Um…lots of the girls on our floor are kinda skanky. Maybe it’s not so much that they’re skanky as it is that they get drunk far more often than I would ever desire to. And seem to require a lot less sleep than me too. I miss being constantly surrounded by a group of friends who had no serious interest in drinking. The extent of my college rebellion is…well…actually, I haven’t done anything rebellious. In fact, I think I’m probably better behaved than I was during high school. Living in small quarters has turned me into something of a neat freak, which surprised no one more than it surprised me.

My classes are all, overall, pretty cool. I have two classes each day: “Ancient Medieval Western History” and “Privateers and Pirates” on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and “Environment and Society” and “Spanish Grammar and Composition” on Tuesday and Thursday. My history teacher reminds me a whole lot of Nick, which is kind of funny. He (the teacher, Prof. Morallee) likes to use all sorts of quaint expressions, and he gets incredibly excited about the topic as he gives his lectures, and starts going off onto tangents that nobody can really follow. But it’s all good fun. My Enviro teacher is a total hippie, which is kind of what you would expect from a teacher in the Environmental Studies department, I guess. All of our papers for her class must be single spaced and printed double sided. Also, we don’t have a textbook. She scanned all pertinent articles and put them on the internet for us to take notes on (but not to print off!). Spanish actually might turn out to be kind of hard, because the teacher doesn’t really seem to understand the concept of what she’s trying to teach. And she’s afraid to tell people that they’re wrong when they give an answer. Silly. But my favorite class by far is, of course, my pirates class! I have to write a 10 page biography of Blackbeard as my first assignment. The books we have to read for the course are entitled, “Rum, Sodomy and the Lash,” and “Raiders and Rebels.” It’s pretty kickass.

In general, I’ve been really, really happy the past couple of weeks. Lots of wonderful and delightful things have happened, and despite the horrible lack of sleep that I’m trying to get accustomed to once again, college has been a lot of fun. I’ve spent a lot of time watching episodes of Seasons 1 and 2 of “Friends” on DVD. Have spent most of my free time either with Nick or with Molly, Andrew, Sam and Ashvin. Last night Andrew learned how to say, “I have fat cheeks and fangs and fur and paws. I am a wolf!” in French. He spent most of today going around saying that. The cafeteria here is officially named Bertholf Commons, but is known to everyone on campus as “Saga.” Nobody I’ve talked to really knows why it’s called Saga, but it was decided among our group of friends that Saga is an acronym for Students Against Gastrointestinal Angst. Lots of fun times have been had by all. Ashvin has been particularly entertaining. Molly brought some stuffed animals to our dorm, and Ashvin likes to take the ones that have body parts that can be swung around (like the wings on a goose or the ears on a bunny), and rock them back and forth while yelling at the stuffed animal, “Stop hitting yourself!” He named Molly’s stuffed goose Goose Goose Goose, and has called him Triple G for short. The other day he walked around our hallway carrying Triple G, talking to him, and introducing him to all the girls he ran into.

This weekend, more so than most, was splendid. Friday night was…wow. Very, very good. Saturday night was fun, too…DIF had a show in Drue’s backyard. Sunday I went to Milner Library with my dad so I could use his faculty card to check out books that Ames didn’t have on their shelves. Being at home has its advantages.

The worst thing about college is that I miss people. A lot. Lots of things remind me of inside jokes that I had with U-High friends, but can’t exactly explain to new friends why I find it funny when people talk about Jews, and other stuff like that. But I guess part of college is letting old inside jokes die and forming new ones with new friends. Or something like that. God, I’m tired, and am heading for bed (which is about 6 inches from where I’m sitting, so fortunately it won’t be a long trip). It makes me sad that my comments don’t work, but please, friends, email me! Lizzy52985@aol.com. I lurve you all!

:: Elizabeth 12:24 AM [+] ::

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listening to...Phish, Free

Guess what?! I'm typing this blog from my laptop computer! In my DORM ROOM! Whee!

Yes. So, I moved in yesterday. I really, really enjoy my dorm room a lot. It's quite a lot smaller than what I'm used to, and I'm pretty sure that some sort of small creature must live in the wall behind Molly's desk because it keeps making a rustling sound. But it is my dorm room nonetheless and I thoroughly enjoy it. Now I will describe the room to all of you. Immediately upon entering the room, there is a closet on each side. On the right side of the room, there is my desk, my bed, my bulletin board, and a set of shelves that are full of great peril (they fall off easily!). On the left side, there is Molly's bed, Molly's desk, and her set of perilous shelves. Along the middle back wall, there is a great jumble of craziness that includes: A fridge, a microwave, an air conditioning unit, a TV, a DVD player, a stereo, a chest of drawers, a trash can, paper towels, and a pile of food. Mmmm.

Freshman orientation so far has been fun, but a bit bewildering. I think things will improve dramatically once classes actually start and my schedule has been worked out and all.

One of the assigned reading books for my pirates class is called, "Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash." I find that very amusing. Right now, I have to go to a meeting about on-campus jobs. I will blog in more detail later. Hearts to all!
:: Elizabeth 3:53 PM [+] ::

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agh! I've spent the past few hours reviewing my checking account balance and other financial resources. I am now freaking out about money, and trying to come up with ways to get a whole lot more of it before school starts. Any ideas?
:: Elizabeth 3:07 AM [+] ::

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listening to...The Beatles, The Long and Winding Road

random amusing quote:
"Josh has a schmeagle?"

Tonight at Rob's house we played the rockingest game of charades ever. It was pretty damn funny. We played guys against girls, and the girls won, yay! Impressive phrases that were acted out and actually guessed correctly included: "Vallejo," "Xenocide," and "Never nosh a matzo ball." Fun times were had by all.

I have a strong urge to do something, but I don't know what. I feel the need to really accomplish something right now instead of just sitting here online, but I can't put my finger on exactly what it is I want to do. It's kind of like the feeling when you're really hungry but have no idea what it is that you want to eat.

It's so hard for me to believe that two weeks from today, I will be living in my dorm room, participating in freshman orientation, at the beginning of what will be one of the most important (and fun!) times of my life. In four years, I'll have a career. An apartment of my own. Four years of high school went by in what seems like an instant, but those past four years seem far more inconsequential than the approaching four. Part of me wonders if I made the right decision by deciding to go to college here in town, if I decided to go to Wesleyan because it was easier to stick to a certain path, the one I was already on, than having to go far away and having to readjust to my surroundings all over again, make new friends, live with a roomate that (gasp) I had never met before. I know that Wesleyan is a good school and it's not exactly like I'm throwing away my future or anything. I just hope that I don't always stay in Normal because it's the easiest thing for me to do, and never really live outside of my self-induced security bubble.

I just figured out what it is that I really want to do right now. I want to sit down with a girlfriend, eat a lot of ice cream, watch some silly, romantic girly movie, and then have a really good talk about boys, and college, and parents, and problems. And other stuff.

Some time very soon, I need to go shopping for college related items. I need a laptop, more dishes, and I want to get fun sorts of knick knacks and posters and stuff. I also need to talk to Molly about what she's planning on bringing to the dorm. Maybe I'll force myself to get up before noon and try to accomplish a lot of that tomorrow. I always tell myself around 2 AM that I'll get out of bed at 8, shower and be ready to go by 9, and accomplish all sorts of things. But then what always happens is that I don't actually wake up until noon, I get ready to go out in public by 2, I go to work, and from there either go home or go hang out with people. I really hope that my motivation to get stuff accomplished is as strong tomorrow morning as it is right now.

In other essentially pointless news: I quit my job. It made me very sad to do so, but I didn't have much other choice. My first-semester lack of transportation would be a great impediment in my availability to work, not to mention the fact that I will already have another job anyway. My last day is the 18th. Move-in is the 19th. Classes start on the 25th.
:: Elizabeth 1:56 AM [+] ::

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listening to...Dave Matthews, I'll Back You Up

This is one of the best and most romantic Dave songs ever, I think. *swoons*

I am so full of happiness and contentedness right now! Life is good. So many nice things have been going on lately...I'm just all full of glee. Things at work are going quite well. I'm learning to ignore the Mexicans, the other waitresses are all really nice, the money is pretty damn good, and the really scary, cheese-throwing manager is now very, very nice to me. It seems like such a shame to leave now that all of that has happened!

Nick's mom got me a gift card to Bed, Bath & Beyond to use towards dorm room purchases. To which all I could really say was "awwwww!" I wrote her a Thank You card and everything, but I wasn't sure how to address it. the card she gave to me was signed 'Vicky,' but I don't think I should call her by her first name...umm...so Dr. Morgan? Ms. Morgan? Meh. I dunno.

I need to stop blogging so late at night, because I always get really tired halfway through whatever it is that I want to say, and then decide that sleeping is far more important than blogging. Argh. G'night!
:: Elizabeth 1:17 AM [+] ::

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listening to...Steve Miller Band, The Joker

Random Amusing Quotes:
"What time is it?"
"It's chin-dildo time!"

"My black Sim man had a baby with his white Sim girlfriend, but I don't know what to name it. White people name their kids 'John.' Black people name their kids 'LaTasha' and 'Shaniqua.'"


These past few days have beenr ather fun, but full of busy-ness. I just typed that as "business" but then realized that business is a word not pronounced in the same way the "busy-ness" would be. Hm. I wonder if 'business' is actually the correct way to say that you've been busy. Man, the more I type the word 'busy,' the weirder it looks to me. It seems like it should be pronounced or spelled differently. Or something. Maybe it's kind of like the feeling I get when I say the word 'goat' for a long period of time. Try it. It makes the word seem so absurd.

Um, yesss....anyway! Tonight was a very nice night at work. Megan 'n' Martin (those two names just flow very well) came to visit me, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Seriously. It really made me happy, thank you very much to both of you! Also, the manager who is a jerk to all of the waitresses and makes them cry told me that I do a really good job as a waitress and that he trusts me. Sometimes, when a compliment comes from a particular person, it means a lot simply because it came from that person. That's how it is with this guy. So yay. I was in a really good mood when I left work tonight, and the mood only improved when I went over to Martin's house. We played Battle of the Sexes, which is a fun game, albeit quite sexist. The girls won. w00t! Then Nick came over to my house for a little bit where we proceeded to have a very nice conversation.

Last night I went to see "Pirates of the Caribbean" again, this time with my sister. I heart that movie very much. I also ran into my friend Mike when I went to Dairy Queen, which was quite nice! He was stranded because his car battery was dead, so we got the chance to talk for a bit. He'll be at Wesleyan next year, so it will be really cool to get to see him more often.

I was just (very suddenly) overwhelmed by a strong desire to get offline and go to bed. So, I will. Night!

:: Elizabeth 1:48 AM [+] ::

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listening to...Phish, Farmhouse

I am bored and suffering from insomnia. Oy. Tonight I actually have an unpleasant headache, and for once, there is no more Tylenol PM to take. It's ironic that when I actually DO feel sick, I'm out of medicine because I've already used it all to help me fall asleep. Life is so hard. I was contemplating running out to WalMart to purchase some more, but that would make the dog start barking, and then my parents would wake up, and that would just create more trouble than the drugs are worth.

Today is Miriam's birthday! Happy Birthday Miriam!

Megan came home (note: originally typed "hoe")! Welcome home Megan!

I really need to get out of my house tomorrow and go do something. I spent all day at home today, and I found the experience entirely unpleasant. There are some days when i just don't feel like being around people, any people, even people that I love. Today was one of those days. I have to work tomorrow night from 5 until 11ish, and then I have to be at work early on Saturday morning. Which really is just no fun at all. I'm happy that I get to work on a weekend morning though, because it's always really busy. I like having people to wait on so I don't have to stand around pretending to find things to do.

Meh. I'm going to go make popcorn. Mmmm.
:: Elizabeth 12:03 AM [+] ::

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Listening to…Eric Clapton, Change the World

Oh my oh my. Seeing Renata’s posting of the Pirates of the Caribbean quiz makes me want to go watch that movie again right now. The action, the adventure, the foxiness of Johnny Depp, and the PIRATES!!!

I spent today pretty much hanging out with my sister, which turned out to be a lot more entertaining than I had thought it would be. We went to Denny’s together for lunch, went shopping together, and then (like the dorks we are) played some video games. Whee.

Today is Drue’s birthday. Happy Birthday Drue!

Tonight I couldn’t go out because I had to deal with all sorts of silly financial aid stuff from Wesleyan, getting my student loans in order and the like. Also, laundry was a key aspect of my evening. Fun times indeed.

Tonight I stopped by my mom’s school with her while she got some books she needed out of the library. In said library, there was a book called “Life Lessons.” It was basically a bunch of worksheets that kids had filled out in response to the prompt “I have learned…” Anyway, the kids were supposed to write the most important piece of advice they can think of. You get the idea. Here are some words of wisdom from the students of Prairieland Elementary:

I have learned that…

“You should never play with a mad dog.”
“Grandparents are really picky about prices.”
“If you see some berries that you think might be poisonous, you should let your friend try them first.”
“Don’t flick your mom off unless you can run really fast.”
“You should not play with a knife or a real gun and you should eat your vegetables.”

:: Elizabeth 2:08 AM [+] ::

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listening to…Phish, Character Zero

AGH! The past couple of months around my mom have been on the whole, pretty difficult. I think it’s perhaps due to the fact that she’s realized this is the last time in her life that she’ll ever be able to have any real control over what I do and do not do. We just finished arguing over college-related things. Somehow, the discussion ended up going from things I need to buy for my dorm room to what my social life next year will entail. When I mentioned something about wanting to do things off campus, she started freaking out about the concept of me being out driving past midnight. I have a feeling that for the first quarter or so of my freshman year, I’m going to be doing a lot of rebellious stuff, just to get it out of my system. Heh. And by rebellious, I mean staying out till 2 in the morning and going for as long as possible without calling home. I guess my big rebellious plans are really not that big. Or rebellious. But whatever. There isn’t anything that would really upset my parents that I particularly want to do. Damn. Except for smoking cigars with Megan, of course :-) That will be fun…fun but gross.

Uhm, yes. Anyway. Work tonight was not too much fun. It was really slow all night, people were kind of bitchy, and I just in general did not feel like being at Uncle Tom’s Pancake House. These two guys came in ten minutes before we closed and ordered this really big, complicated meal, then they took forever to eat it. Grrr. They didn’t even tip me that well. Martin said I should have slit their throats, but my manager was there and I didn’t think I’d be able to dispose of the bodies without having him notice.

I need to call Molly to talk about our housing assignment and other such stuff. I need to call Miriam, Renata and Trina as well…not really because I need to, but because I want to. Meh. Making phone calls is such a tiresome process! Working nights makes hanging out a wee bit difficult…I usually start work before people feel like doing anything, and by the time I’m off, I’m too tired to really go anywhere or do anything. Life is hard.

I think I’m going to try and go to bed now. Or maybe I’ll just get some ice cream and watch a movie. I have a feeling this coming week is going to be full of ice cream and movies. Sigh.

:: Elizabeth 12:53 AM [+] ::

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listening to...Swim, Rhyme (Track 1 of the "Make a Man Out of You" CD :-)

ohmigosh! I love my job! Tonight I made fifty dollars in tips alone, and worked from 5pm-10pm. So even without my per hour wage, I was making ten dollars an hour! For mindless busy work! Whee!

I also love Josh Kobak and want to have his babies.

I can't wait for the Phish boys to get back and divulge all the wonderful details of the concert! I checked on