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