i blow kisses, that puts them boys on rock rock

I go to school with some incredibly bright people but they’re not all gleaming lightbulbs of knowledge.

In sociology lecture today:
professor, British: What are other examples of “total institutions”?
athlete: Like, basketball practice?
prof: Well, not really…

The other day in cell bio:
nerdy Indian kid: Where exactly on the human genome are the genes that code for these polypeptides?
(of course the prof doesn’t know the answer to that question. nice transparent attempt to show him up, tool.)

My trashy music obsession strikes again. I can’t get Fergalicious off my playlist or out of my head. I go extra minutes on the treadmill just singing it to myself. [I be up in the gym, just workin on my fitness]

The beat that I’m bangin is de-licious…

 

someday quotes

I get lots of hits from searches for “someday quotes”. Out of curiosity, I searched my gmail box for all emails containing the word “someday” to see if I had any good ’someday quotes’ for the masses. I got relatively few hits (25) and they were mostly from notes to friends and saved conversations.

To Re, about college boys since forgotten:
me: hahah i’m sure -someday- you will run into him
Re: we should arrange for me to be randomly in your room one night while you guys are drinking… hmm that kinda of sounds like making plans to hang out one night… hmmm

Angry missives to the ex:
Oh, and continuing on this one-way path of communication, I noticed today I have your pink tie as well. I’ll make sure you get it back -someday-, unless you need it sooner.

To D’s little brother:
Sorry this email wasn’t in Spanish. -Someday, someday- I shall write you in Spanish.

Junior year high school melodrama:
me: you are going to die -someday- by mixing your constant medication with alcohol
A: thats what my mom said too

Freshman year high school super ridiculous melodrama:
me: cuz u know that -someday- we woulda found out
J: and it woulda been worse
me: and friendships would have been destroyed maybe forever instead of just awhile

silly conversations and other tidbits from way back when:
S: jamie and colleen were trying to hook gordon up with you in sophomore year
S: i’ll never forget it
S: ok it’s not that great a story, don’t get your hopes up too far.i might forget it -someday-

“clothes & food will -someday- be the death of me. lol. i’m gonna get really fat and my clothes won’t fit!! ahhh the horrors. you can’t love food and look fabulous in clothes. how awful. my life will forever be torn between my two loves.” J

If someday’s a word for things distant and unlikely to occur this is pretty good evidence because all of the “someday’s” mentioned in my emails have yet to materialize. With the exception of the tie, which I think I returned. I forget. Anyway, reading old emails makes me feel nostalgic for my frivolous teenage years. That haven’t technically ended yet. Shut up.

 

It keeps me warm as life grows older.

AHH, I’M BACK. Shocking that I actually have to go to class in less than twelve hours. More classes than usual, too, because I’m shopping a bunch to fill two credits. Apparently I’m not the only one surprised because Re called me about three hours ago in a panic because she JUST realized school starts tomorrow. That sucks.

As far as science-y stuff, I’m definitely taking cell biology and the second half of physics with lab. And then… I’m most likely taking conversational Spanish to brush up and a course in the history of epidemics. The last credit will either be a course I applied for or one of three history and sociology courses. Key criteria for what I choose: interesting and relatively unstressful. I’ve learned too well from the misery of last semester.

So I’ve moved into my single! It’s amazing, though I feel I might be tempted to seclude myself from the whole entire world. Seclusion = more productivity? I don’t know!

my new desk! this wall has a nautical theme.

adorable/hilarious notebook Jen got me from Korea. I mean, it’s true…

 

the twenty-five minute journey

… goes down tomorrow.   Goodbye 60 minute baths.  Goodbye reading for pleasure.  Goodbye shopping.  Going back to school is a major sacrifice, natch.  

I have to keep reminding myself of what college is like because somehow three weeks away have made school feel like a distant memory.  But I’ve missed being busy, indulging in marathon dinners, going on weekend odysseys, and hanging out with some of the most eccentric and interesting people I’ll probably ever meet.  Not having time for sleep sucks, but then again I’ve discovered that sitting more or less idly at home isn’t actually rewarding.

first challenge of the academic year: packing …. ugh, I’ll save it for tomorrow.

 

from two weeks into break

Most of my friends decided to take up awful menial jobs for these few weeks, but, like, isn’t it called break for a reason? (cashiering, waitressing, substitute teaching? no thank you) Plus I don’t think my office at school has a January student budget, and I wasn’t about to go looking for something else that would pay me pennies.  So when I don’t have anything to do during the day I sleep until noon and it’s cool.  I have the trippiest dreams in the early afternoon.  I’m not lazy, I promise…

Thus far in 2007, I’ve cut my hair (only a few inches), bowled a 65, learned how to cook (not really, though I did throw together a fabulous chicken in raspberry sauce), drank a lot of coffee, played a lot of cards, and well, shopped some more.  For three days it was 60+ degrees, on one of them I went and hung out at Southford Falls with D & T:

apparently there was still ice on the water; hello banana peel

 

D tries to sink it with a rock … who knew that banana peels float?

“tower” means two flights of stairs and a platform on top of a hill in the woods

& the sun sets over Oxford, Conn…

 

2007!

Last minute addendum to the resolution list:
GET OUT OF BED FOR MY ALARM IN THE MORNING.  This might be tied to psychological or sleep problems that simple resolve can’t fix, but it’s definitely up there for things I need to change.

New Years’ has always been one of my favorite holidays.  I love the idea of a new start to motivate myself to live better, though admittedly I can’t think of any big lasting changes in my life that have resulted from a new year.  I hope for 2007 I can make a lot of little changes that will add up to more happiness and satisfaction in my life.

I usually like to plan myself a good time with friends for New Years’ Eve, but this year my closest friends are scattered around the country and around the globe.  Right now, I’m going to hang out with D and his family and eat good food, watch the ball drop for midnight, and then go home to sleep.   I’m not very disappointed in my lack of “plans”; I’m sure 2007 has plenty of other occasions for drinking and celebration in store. 

2006 was full of indecision and contemplation.  2007’s totally going to be about the action and adventure.  haha.  I hope I have plenty of it to write about. cheers!

 

but what will keep me warm?

(besides this season’s absurdly un-cold weather, of course…)

Crowds stress me out.  What I said about shopping yesterday still stands.  I really was going to make an honest attempt at productivity today when my mother woke me up wanting to go to West Hartford to finish shopping.  I resumed my coat-and-shoe quest with disappointing results.  I finally found a jacket I could see myself wearing daily — it was short, fitted, down, by Laundry – and it took much scouring of racks in two department stores to find a size small.  Life was good until, at the counter, I noticed a sizeable rip in the inside lining, and couldn’t buy it.  So disappointing!  I got cute earrings as a consolation.  I’m starting to feel decadent as all I’ve been doing is shopping, lounging around with D and T, and eating!  I need a day (tomorrow?) to read, write, work out…

And the discovery of the day: I find the debate over youth curfews to be excessively boring.

 

vacation notes

Have I really been home a week?  Last Wednesday night after an exceedingly frustrating organic final, I passed out on Regina’s common room floor after one g&t.  I woke up at nine, stumbled down York Street to my own bed, and went back to sleep until two.  The end of the semester left me drained and dissatisfied.  Like I’ve said, a new start couldn’t be more welcome.

So I’ve spent the week loafing around my house and the general vicinity.  I’ve gotten dinner with the girls from high school and the girls from home, and have probably spent too much time already with D and T.  I’ve struggled through buying Christmas gifts and I’m still not done, since I haven’t yet bought for the Yale crowd.  While usually one of my favorite pastimes, the pleasure of shopping has dulled for me lately as I can’t find suitable necessities for myself or decent gifts for my friends.  I want a short fitted peacoat and I can’t find a reasonable one anywhere.  I want a pair of cheap black ballet flats that won’t cut up my already abused feet.   I couldn’t even find my damn Moleskine weekly pocket planner and had to order one online.   What a difficult life.

My reading list thus far is Persuasion, Flappers and Philosophers – short stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald (my favorite of favorites), and The Places In Between by Rory Stewart – a book from the New York Times’ top 10 of 2006 which caught my eye.  I might as well read about the adventures of other people if I haven’t any of my own.

There’s an article I have to write which, in typical me fashion, I’ve purposely ignored up until now.  No research, no interviews, just a cloud hanging over my head.  I suppose I’ll actually dedicate tomorrow to some of that. 

Or sleeping.  I can’t stop.  The more I sleep, the crazier my dreams, and the more I want to continue sleeping.  I’ll think of it as storing energy for next year.

 

this is how I feel at home

No second attachment, the only thoroughly natural, happy, and sufficient cure, at her time of life, had been possible to the nice tone of her mind, the fastidiousness of her taste, in the small limits of the society around them.  –Persuasion, Jane Austen

 

some thoughts on 2007

Like how amazing it’s going to be … !  At least, I’m being incredibly optimistic about my life this year.

I wrote some resolutions, because I always do and it’s fun to look back and see how quickly I’ve broken them:

• Be more outgoing and confident. Try to have one meaningful conversation per day with someone I don’t normally talk to.
• Get ridiculous grades, or at least grades high enough so I can stop worrying about my future, and stop thinking about grades.
• Travel, travel, travel, and take advantage of every good opportunity.
• Ace the MCAT.
• boys.
• Work out more often, run longer distances, stop being lazy.
• fun! stop taking myself so seriously.

See, I made the resolutions so vague that it will be difficult to fail at them all.  I’ve been sitting in my pajamas procrastinating writing emails for too long, but I will be back with some actual updates later on.