springfest

i woke up by yelling multiple "fuck"s in unison with allie as the phone rang, again. "hello is joshua there?" NO. this joshua-seeker person has called approximately every other day for the past many months and usually at the worst possible time ever, early in the morning. they don't get it.

playing ghosts in the graveyard last night made me think about the LAST time i played it, approximately exactly almost 2 years ago. it's still just as much fun. the guys were really into it and demanded that we count in 1:00 to midnight (!) form. i'd forgotten the rush you get when you're running to the base or hiding. you know it's just a game, but it still quickens your heartbeat and starts that adrenaline. it's this ability to have fun with games that i hope i never lose.

oh boy, it was a 4am night. who started the whole "oh boy" or "oh man" interjection...? talking and drinking with a small group in the wee morning hours is a good time. although, definitely not a good idea for a productive day of homework. i am in no mood to homework. i am in a mood to eat a huge brunch, laugh, go to the mifflin street block party, and sit here and read.

p.s. exciting news: i have new fonts!

"i also love it when president bush interrupts the best part of my thursdays, the reason thursdays are called happy thursdays [ahem, the OC] to tell me i won't have any money to retire with when i'm 79." -i love tegan!

"niiiinetyyy-niinnnne!" -while shimmying and waving hands in the air

illusions- ryan cabrera

(i feel semi-badly because yesterday i made fun of nick for liking ryan cabrera by asking him if he was a 12-year-old girl)

mary's birthday

they get nostalgic for the last ten years/before the last ten years have passed

it was a beautiful day, but the sunshine was grrglaring in my face during my morning run and the goddamn birds wouldn't stop chirpping. i forgot things, which caused me to walk aimlessly (not realizing it at the time) for exactly 1 million miles around campus. school was kind of awful. so. i didn't exactly appreciate this beautiful day until tonight when i was able to sit in a circle outside with friends and eat free korean food. mmm. i really need/want/am going to learn how to cook. i'll begin with american food, like speghatti spagetthi spaghetti, and then up next, korean food.

so not to be all 3rd grade and whining the "i hate my teacher" line (actually 3rd (and 2nd!) grade was one of my favorite teachers of all, mrs. dirksen) but okay. i really respect, admire, and enjoy my professors, but i really don't respect, admire, or enjoy my TAs. my TAs irritate me to no end. they constantly whine about what they have to "deal with" in their jobs (uh, us?). why are they so eager to find plagarism and get students kicked out of college?! their whining/bad teaching in general just produces whiny students on rateaprof.com or whichever online rating system of your choice, and makes for crabby TAs who whine right back. it's a vicious cycle, man. my TAs also have impossibly big egos. what. ever. they have smarts? i miss patrick!

the other night i watched bridget jones' diary 2 (again) with a bunch of us. i had emily to my right, commenting on the every single horribly sexist part of the film, explaining how and why it degrades women, while amy (colin firth-enthusiast) was to my left "ooing" and "awwing" cutely over it all like a professional chick flick-watcher. it was one of the more amusing movies i've seen lately, not because of the movie itself, but because of my fellow audience. kind of like when i used to watch the parent trap with my sister over and over. and over.

sitting here in my glamorous bradley t-shirt makes me sleepy. i mean, makes me want to partay.

oh, i love honesty: "for some reason i have an odd fascination with picking my nose. even at the ripe age of 19 i still pick my nose. i apologize if this is a turn off, but it's the truth. there's some sort of simple satisfaction to be had about sticking my finger up my nose and pulling out a beauty." -excerpt from tyler's incredibly profound blog

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i really wish i could sing like carole king, rachael yamagata or the girl in redefined who sings "traveling solider". right now allie and i are each curled up with our laptops watching stepmom on TBS. i love it.

random times like tonight when the "original 4" happen to congregate in the same place at the same time for an hour of good talk, this is my favorite. it's tough enough to PLAN times when everyone is free to chill, even though we all live feet away from each other, so it makes my day when it's unexpected. it's amazing all of the unconscious factors that it takes to have a "good talk" with someone. it's not talking AT people or competing for attention with stories or talking to hear your own voice or attempting to force a conversation, it's great.

today i learned that the situations that make me the most uncomfortable are the ones where someone i know fairly well is joking around with and insulting me at the same time, throwing in just enough vague sarcasm and cruelty that i don't know which one it is and how to respond.

i very much want to think that i am honest with myself and others, but who am i kidding? i can make myself sick by speaking about honesty when i project images all the time and try/want to create this certain AMAZING picture of myself. the whole thing is exhausting, but for some reason, i make myself believe that it's worth it.

and i have no nice conclusion. however, i do have a desire to take time before grad school and a job to live somewhere else, work for ASP?, read all of these MILLIONS of books that i only read ABOUT. ah, it seriously drives me crazy. alright, tomorrow = design portfolio work, lgbt workshop, korean typing test, cancelled afternoon class happiness, sex & the city. i'm asleep!

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this whole blogging thing is bee-zar. i've finally understood the real meaning of the verb "blog" with professional type tabs for posting, settings, templates, and admiring your blog.

weekend hilarity = watching a man in boxers singing an opera about onions. i kid you not. though, i think it was only hilarious to us non-50-year-old giggling girls.

9 more days of my freshman year of college. i like when people label life with countdowns, this many more days until this or my very first that. it makes me feel very young... and think deeply about time.

i'm not a fan of 10-page papers. specifically, ones with my name in the right-hand corner. and AH! i have been dinking around and having fun exploring the beauty of blogger.com along with my wiscmail for an eternity. must stop.

listening to "geek in pink" by jason mraz while writing a mind-blowing paper. i really like this song and his new CD: http://wm.atlrec.com/jasonmraz/jm_epk_450.wmv

a first

happy birthday to you, blog.