Prest-o Change-o!!!

Lisa Version 2.0 (Brunette Style)

On to the peircings!!!

The War Rages On

Do we have way too much time? Yes. Will this pathetic project take over our lives and cut into our studying and over all collegiate success? Probably. Do we care? No.

Walk Wars! (Video courtesy of Oskar Cortez and his mad video makin' skillz)

A Smattering of Events... *splat*

My what a productive week... but not really. For the last 4 days I've been going on 3-4 hours of sleep, chugging coffee between classes, and desperately cramming impossible amounts of biology into my brain. And then I took a prelim... and got a 75. Which seemed bad at the time, but listening to other people describe their grades, I'm fairly certain a curve will be in store. Thus is the way of college.

How are you? I miss you so much, why don't you ever call me? You have my cell phone number. Is it so hard to pick up a phone and give a lonely girl in Ithaca a ring every semester or so?

Everyday I check the 3 day forecast for Ithaca on the internet. And everytime I look it always predicts rain. Every damn day it's supposed to rain. But it never does. Why is that? Who is making these predictions, and where do they get the cojones to be so damn pessimistic? I bet it's some bitter old man who thought that "Meteorology" would involve travelling the world and being blown over by hurricanes and sucked up into tornadoes... but he got stuck behind a desk, carefully monitoring colorful blobs of precipitate on some fancy radar device. He must be a very sad man.

Is it unhealthy to be emotionally attatched to a plant?

You know what's amusing? Obsessions. Yeah, I know! Crazy, right? I was listening to some music from "Moulin Rouge" and it totally rekindled memories of that summer when I would watch it 2 or a 3 times a day. Everyday! In honor of the childhood obsession, I am going to rack my brain... for a couple of minutes, or until I get tired... and recall all the obsessions I've had over the past 18 years...

-Thumbellina (5 or 6 years old)
-"Little House on the Prairie" Series (7-10 years old)
-The Spice Girls (8 years old)
-Cats (the Musical) (10 years old)
-Seth Green (11 years)
-Moulin Rouge (13 years old)
-Elijah Wood (14 years old)... oh man, good times... goooood times.
-Coldplay (14 years old - present)

I just got invited to go "sake bombing" with the rest of my floor. For those of you that aren't drunken Cornell students, sake bombing is done at one of the many many local asian restaurants; the waiter brings out a small cup of sake and a big bowl full of beer, and you are to bang your fist on the table (thus tipping the sake into the beer) and then drink the entire thing as fast as you can. This could be wrong, but I wouldn't know... because I've never been. I'm just the lonely girl at the end of the hall who sits in her room cramming biology concepts into her head until the wee hours of the morning...

No sake bombing for me... I have other tasks to tend to *mischievious laughter*.

Have you ever thought about the things that you use? Like really really thought about it for a length of time? No? Ok, nevermind... *awkward silence*... *whistles listlessly*... well I have!!! And the more I think about some things, the more unnaturally they seem... like tampons! And the eating of meat and those giant sunglasses that girls with Louis Vuitton handbags like to wear that cover 66% of their face. Where did these things come from? And when did it become completely natural to plug up your vagina like a bottle of wine or something?

Bare Bones, Bitches!!!

Man, I love the letter B. It looks like boozies!!!

So, as promised, I've decided to post the bare facts of my life right now. Lifeless tid bits of information that are the outline my existance. This is strange, because I'm usually not up for talking about myself... like this. I like to talk about thoughts I've had or stupid things I've seen or philosophies I've formulated as I trek to and fro over Cornell's gorges and muddy, sketchy, steep paths. Forgive me if this gets awkward.

Location: Cornell University in Ithaca, NY.(It's the little star on the map)

Housing: I live in a single's dorm (against my will) in a big ass residence hall with like 300 other people. I'm serving as secretary on the Executive Board for the residence hall in a half-assed attempt to become an RA.

Classes: Biology 101, Inorganic Chemistry, Nutional Science, Introduction to Latino/a and Caribbean Literature, Belly Dancing

Social Life: Hahahahahah....ha! I wish!

Career Aspirations: As cliche and overly ambitious as it sounds, I really want to be a doctor. I love disease and the body and I could sit around picking through stool samples and poking festering growths and listening to people bitch about their ailments all day. It makes me the happy.

Other schtuff: -I'm a vegetarian now. Surprise!!!!!
-My hair may or may not be a different color the next time you see me... *mischievious eyebrows*.
-I will pierce myself many many times before this year has ended.
-I hate being white.
-I may just sorta kinda be turning into a hippy... maybe.

... anything that isn't here probably doesn't matter!... unless it does. But those things are the only exception.

"Addiction" is such an ugly word...

... I prefer to think of it as a hobby that I happen to watch everyday, often checking the internet multiple times in the hopes that a new episode might be up.

This one especially hit home...

The Show with Zefrank

I wonder who actually reads this shit?

I could just let the number and identities of people that read my blog remain a mystery... but that would be too easy.

So if you're here... and reading this... you should leave a comment. I'll even make a nice little question for you to answer, just in case you can't come up with something to say.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how sad were you when you heard about Steve Irwin (aka the Crocodile Hunter)?

That's it, I'm disowning my X chromosome.

Who knew that chicks could be so annoying? I didn't. Did you?

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that most of my female friends are slightly "masculine". And by that, I mean that our conversations are capable of being about things other than ourselves, giggling and valley girl accents are kept to a minimum, and we only dress like sluts on special occasions. Man, I miss you guys.... girls... whatever.

I used to judge people by how they looked. Yes, it's wrong to judge people and 80% of the time you're completely wrong about the person... but we all do it. Don't lie! You know you're in on it too, you filthy hypocrite of a being. That's right... you heard me.

Anyway... what?

Oh, judging. I've started judging people by how they talk... and what they say. In theory, it's more reliable than the old system... or so I presume... but probably equally reprehensible. Whatever.

I think I'm turning into a hippy. I haven't eaten meat in 3 weeks and would totally not be eating dairy or eggs except for the fact that protein is a good thing. And your body cries when you don't give it protein... and iron... and vitamin B12. (Nutritional sciences has taught me that your body cries over a lot of things. You should not make your body sad.) I'm also turning into an organic produce-loving, white man-hating, fight for third world countries and small businesses liberal. And I don't wear a bra... ever.

So that's all for me. I realize that these humble postings don't really give much useful information (activities, classes, new adventures, feelings, etc.). Maybe I'll try to do a post with the bare-bone facts of my life... someday...

*Shrug*

"He told me he loved me.
The question I wanted to ask was does he even know me, let alone love me? Does he know that I have frequent mood swings and am fake for about 91% of my day? Does he know that I say too much and get high off of gossip? Does he know that I cuss like a sailor and have gotten everything my little heart desires since birth and don't cry at funerals and think I'm going to die every time I leave the house?
Because I don't think he knows these things. And I don't know if he would love me so much after he found out."

"This blogging goes out to all you cool cats groovin' out in cyberspace... dig it..."

... that's the kind of thing I would say if I was a smooth talking black man instead of a pudgy white girl... and if this was a radio show instead of a blog. Oh, the things we aspire to.

Right now, I'm suspended in this strange mood of caffiene-induced hyperness and complete exhaustion. My fingers are shaking a little and I feel very "twitchy" all over, but my brain gave out like... yesterday. I swore that I wouldn't get addicted to caffiene when I came to college. I promised myself that I would get 8 hours of sleep every night and exercise regularly and eat well and lose weight and be fabulous and happy and so far none of that has happened. Should I be surprised? Probably not. I've broken plenty of promises to myself. Why do I even set these goals in the first place?

I was studying in the lounge, and this Asian guy came in and started playing the piano. I thought I was going to cry. I don't even know what he was playing and it was all bangy and loud, but I still got really emotional. I have no idea why. I blame my ovaries and the isoflavones in the tofu I had for lunch.

As promised, here are some pictures of... stuff. Maybe I'll give this collection a grandiose name like "The Journey to Greatness" or "The Splendor that is Over-priced Ivy League Education". Yeaaaahhh.

"Lisa! Give me your camera! Let's cherish this special pre-move in moment forever."
"No, Dad."
"Come on." *snatches camera*... *click*

This is where everyone comes at the end of the year on "Slope Day" to get drunk and listen to the annual Slope Day Concert. I imagine by the end of the concert, all there is a massive pile of passed out drunks gathered at the bottom of the hill with the sober people standing at the top, pointing and laughing at the ones rolling down the hill.

The Tower

Gorges! I practically shat myself taking this picture.

Look at all dat dere ivy.

This is my dorm... just like every other dorm that ever existed... ever.

I named him Lester. He sits on my windowsill and photosynthesizes. And sometimes, late at night, when all the dorm is ahush and no one stirs, Lester and I... exchange oxygen and carbon dioxide!!! Scaaaandalous... and hot.

That's all.

Oh dear... not again.

Look at me! I'm a procrastinating little bitch with way too much work and not enough motivation to do it!!! *dances*... *eats*... *writes unnecessary blog post*... *looks at porn... kinky kinky porn*.

Wwwwhhheeeeeeeeeee!!!*dies*