My Day... in Bullets.

-Got more than 4 hours of sleep.
-Made sushi.
-Ate sushi.
-Decided that I suck at making sushi.
-Studied for chemistry.
-Practiced the chimes.
-Decided that I suck at chimes.
-Decided that I'm a negative person.
-Got raped by chem exam.
-Latin danced the rape away.
-Recalled the rape of the chem exam.
-Ate 2 pears.
-Bulleted my day.

God, that was pointless. I'm sorry that you had to sit through that. Wait, no I'm not. It's your fault for wasting your life away on the internet... yes you! Now get your ass away from this filthy world of anonimity and schmut and be productive!

Haiku for You!

Today (so far) in haiku form:

Eye crusties hold tight
Amidst sweet gusts of morning breath.
Sleep is but a dream.

No time to shower.
Maybe the rest won't notice.
If not, hope they enjoy.

8 am for this?
What a waist of tuition.
I want a refund.

Oh, Hardy-Weinberg,
You rock my fucking face off.
Let's mix some alleles.

No haiku can praise
Porfirio Diaz.
He hoards syllables.

I love John Mayer,
He's such a fucking pervert.
Ear molestation.

Three hidden pitas
On my person as I leave.
Dining hall bandit.

Cascades of water,
Hygiene among moldy tiles.
Sins spiral down drain.

I might just be pathetic...

It rained today! Not snow, no sleet, not itty-bitty pellets of hail... RAIN!!!

It's nice to know that there is actually going to be an end to winter.

"You're gonna' make it after all..."

Yes, it has been one of those days where The Mary Tyler Moore Show theme song gets stuck in your head. So you think to yourself, "What the hell?" and throw your hat up in the air to celebrate your feminine freedom and power. And then your hat floats lightly back to earth to land in a pile of dirty snow and get stepped all over by the good students of Cornell. That's symbolism, baby.

I've decided that I'm shutting my brain off for the next few hours. It's been running pretty hard today and needs a rest... a "cool down" if you will.

As I was doing some reading for Modern Latin America today, it finally occurred to me why slavery pissed so many people (namely black people) off. And why they're still angry today (to some extent... that I am carelessly throwing out there without any facts to support it). I know this will probably piss someone off, and make me look like an inconsiderate white bitch, but I feel like it needs to be said.

I was always one of those people that was like "Forty acres and a mule?... geez, slavery ended like 150 years ago. Just let it go." But it wasn't until today that the huge amount of mental/social scarring really hit me. Not only is slavery a terrible thing (with the supression and the prejudice and the whathaveyou), but you're tearing apart people, families, solidarity. After emancipation, there was still another hundred years of struggle just to put back together the pieces and even some of those are still missing. And I sure as hell don't think forty acres and a mule is going to fix that.

So that was my righteous, stunted, blabbering for the day.

In other news, my English teacher is a bitch. It's official. Ratemyprofessors.com says so.

I also picked out my room in the Ecology House today. Did I mention that I'm living in the Ecology House next year?... anyway, I am. It's where all the hippies go to recycle and draw murals that encompass the beauty of nature and be hippies. I got a room with a nice view of... some foliage. Oh how I love the foliage.

Speaking of plants!!! There are some new additions to the family...
They're hyacinth bulbs and will hopefully be flowery by the time Oskar gets here (18 more days... eegatz!)

Arguh... *dies*

Trying to write a 5 page paper that you know will never be good enough for your evil english teacher is almost as fun as... papercuts... yes.

Wish me luck! Haha... just kidding there is no hope for me... no hope whatsoever.

Snow Day!!!

Hooray for cancelled classes! Except for the fact that I just trekked a mile around campus only to discover their cancellation upon arrival! But hooray nonetheless!

I took some pictures for you. Feel free to experience whatever emotions you deem appropriate.

Hell yes. This is Cornell, baby. We be learnin' rain or shine or sleet or snow or lava.

This icicle is probably 3 stories high... except that it's hanging down. So that would make it like... -3 stories.
"Well, dammit."

Oh yeah... Happy Valentine's Day! May all your steamy dreams of lust and love and chocolate come true!

Wa-wa-wee-wa

I just had one of those days where you look back and realize that you accomplished very very little. And then you think to yourself "Dammit," and eat another box of chocolates.

Three hours until Valentine's Day! I'm shitting my pants with glee already. Except not really. I'm not really sure how I feel about Valentine's Day just yet... *ponder*... nope, still not sure. A wise Meagan once told me that "hating Valentine's Day because of all the commercial glorification of monogamous heterosexuality is like hating Christmas because you don't believe in Jesus." which... I'm having trouble agreeing with. I hate Christmas because it isn't a celebration/glorification/acknowledgment of anything. It's just another reason for people to buy shit they don't need and feel good about themselves for 24 hours. But this is all beside the point.... what the hell is the point? Maybe I just wanted to steal Meagan's writing. This blog could do with a little good writing.

A "Snow Emergency" has been declared in Ithaca. We're supposed to be getting 3 feet of snow tonight. We shall see... *skepticism*...

I gave blood today. To anyone that's never done it, it's a fulfilling experience except while it's actually happening. The needle is big and hurts like hell and then you have to squeeze a little ball as your arm goes cold and numb and you lose feeling in your fingers. The best part is when you feel the heat from your blood as it passes through the tubing and you suddenly become very aware of your own mortality. The pain, the weakness, the thrill of so much blood in one place at one time. The fact that you've produced that amazing bit of protein that has the ability to sustain life. Thrilling. Plus, free orange juice and t-shirts!

My god, I can't imagine what I'll be like when I'm giving birth...

Post #154

I have 20 minutes before I go to a spinning class... let's see how much thought I can squeeze out of myself in that time...

*squeeze*

... I've decided to stop being nice to people that don't deserve. It sounds easy, but this is a big step for me. I made this strange resolution to be ridiculously nice back in the 7th grade and it kind of turned into a habit. So now I find myself unable to be sincerely mean to people that most certainly deserve it. I don't owe them anything. I don't have any kind of obligation to the world to be the nice, caring, selfless wench of others. Of course, there will always be those people that I actually do love and will be nice to always, but most of those people aren't here... sitting in my room until midnight... milking me for chemistry help... or emotional help... or just looking at me and making things awkward.

Guh...

Jew know what? I've never told anyone (except Oskar) what classes I'm taking this semester. I feel like perhaps I should...

The Reading of Fiction (aka Mandatory English credit): Even though it isn't nearly as bad as Sweeney, it's still fairly rape-tastic. It doesn't help that it's at 8 in the morning either...

Bio 102 (and lab): Delicious.

Modern Latin America: I don't really need this course, but I'm taking it anyway. It's a nice rounding out to my science/math/anal-retentive other classes. Plus, post-revolution chaos is always interesting.

Statistics: This class has it all. Indifferent students, post-lunch sugar drop, amusing professor, random cell phone static that comes through every once in a while and throws off the entire qi of the place. Also, it's motherfuckin' statistics... yeeessssss.

Chemistry (and lab): *stabs self in eye with bunsen burner coated in Hydrochloric acid coated in anthrax coated in despair*

Some career planning class... thing: Whateva'.

Latin Dance: This class is the best thing since crack!... I mean, sliced bread haha... eh. When you're there, you feel like more that just a pathetic white girl trying to shake her thing as everyone in the vicinity stares in vague confusion/aww/disgust. You feel like... a slightly less pathetic white girl.

We're here. We're queer.

(I'm sorry. I was curious.)

SPIN!

*Ponder*

Oh my god... I like the Dixie Chicks.

I can't love myself anymore...

A Resolution (Revised)

Stop being nice to people that don't deserve it.

"Doooooooooommm!"

Screamed Al Gore into the microphone as the cameras rolled and the Hollywood producers rubbed their grimy little hands together with glee.

That would be the opening line if I were to write a book about the rise and fall of Al Gore. But I'm not going to. Because I don't have that kind of time (read: work ethic) on my hands. But just in case you were wondering what the book would be like should I choose to undertake such a task, I will give you a rough layout.

Open: Al Gore giving one of his many "Global warming is nigh and we all gonna' die." Speeches. Takes water break and has flashback.

Flashback Sequence: A series of short clips covering childhood, loss of virginity, marijuana use, and loss of the 1988 presidential election. A choreographed laser/raving scene with Billy Clinton before getting kicked in the nuts by the Supreme Court (as George Bush snickers quietly in a corner).

Close: Gore continues Tree Hugger speech with only a glimmer of tear a in his eye that is just visible as the stage lights hit his eye. Close up shot of tear making slow descent down cheek.

End

Did I say I was writing a book? I meant making a movie. You must have misheard me.

So that's how I spent my Friday night: getting the shit scared out of me by Al Gore. And I really don't care about all the pussy-vagina-cunt-heads who bitch and moan about liberal bias. G-man (Gore) had some damn convincing data. Granted, I haven't thoroughly examined all the sources of information, but if you actually watch the movie you'll understand why I don't think he's fudging the facts. All the graphs looked something like this:



It might just be me, but that crazy spike that notes the carbon dioxide levels/average temperatures/number of annual hurricanes in the last 5 years seems a bit ominous...but I could very well be wrong... but we still need to commence the construction of a bunker. Oskar will be in charge of materials and design. Bellami, we will need you for interior decorating and general color schemage. Meagan, you will be in charge of deciding which literature we shall take with us into the "post-civilization era". Lindsey, you will undertake the task of making sure we don't all go mad; a position otherwise known as "Official Bitch Slapper." Erin and Fausia will be in charge of distracting the meddling public.

But that wasn't the only thing I've done this weekend. I also fell on my ass, got sick, lost my keys, lost my ID, had a really shitty day, had a mental breakdown, redirected the course that my life is taking, and went skiing. But I'll save that all for another post.

Doom!