I went and dun did got myself pierced again today. A second hole for each of my lobes. It hurt like hell, but for some reason the pain was kind of... nice. Physically, the pain was roughly equivalent to giving blood or getting stuck with any large needle (hmm... imagine that). But for some reason the fact that I was going to get something out of it made it better. Like giving birth. That's probably why mothers don't complain as much about labor as they probably should...
Which brings me to my next point, the problem with getting pierced is that as soon as you get home and examine it in the mirror for a while, you're already planning on where you're going to get your next one. It's a vicious cycle, my friends. Vicious.
Plus, you have to figure out a way to explain it to your mother...
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
A Series of Short Lists
People I Strongly Dislike
1) Nicholas Sparks
2) Staind (all members)
3) Bill Maher
4) Accordian Players
5) My Anti-social self
People Who Strongly Dislike Me
1) My Evil English Teacher
2) Everyone on My Hall
3) Mrs. Bayer (I'm kind of proud of that one, actually)
4)That One Girl (that one time)
5) My Anti-social self (yeah, I don't even know what I mean)
Things I Ate Today
1) White Rice
2) Soy Milk
3) Cherry Vanilla Granola
4) Millions and millions of bacteria that were once in my mouth, but are now somewhere in my digestive tract
5) Salsa
Things I'll Do Before I'm 30
1) Stand on top of something tall and not be afraid
2) Write a novel
3) Have a baby
4) Find religion... or not.
5) Go somewhere far far away and not communicate with anyone for a very long time (but not forever)
Thing I Wish Would Happen
1) The world would pull its head out of its ass and realize that we need to start getting along if we're going to make this work
2) It would rain those rainbow marshmallows that you can only find in the "Hispanic" section of the grocery store
3) Bacon and ice cream would become their own food group and form the base of the food pyramid
4) Pigs get the ability to fly (they deserve it)
5) A black, female, albino, Jewish, homosexual president get elected to office
Things That Freak Me Out
1) Tongue rings (not that I don't like them... because I do)
2) Bones sticking out of skin
3) Heights
4) Inhaling Helium
5) Cucarachas
Things I Should Do More Often
1) Call friends to "just say 'hi'"
2) Do completely pointless activities
3) Sleep
4) Drink water
5) Be thankful
Some days you just need order in your life. Even if it's obvious, pointless, monotonous order.
(Edit: Things That are Awesome
1) People who inform me that I've done my chemistry homework (due tomorrow) wrong at 2 in the morning
2) The fact that my graphing calculator can multiply fractions and has an entire button for giving me a numbers reciprocal, but can't do scientific notation
3) People who "borrow" my other calculator and leave me scientific notationless/negative largarithmless at 2 in the morning
4) The 100 pages of reading that await me when I finish this post
5) Cheese balls)
1) Nicholas Sparks
2) Staind (all members)
3) Bill Maher
4) Accordian Players
5) My Anti-social self
People Who Strongly Dislike Me
1) My Evil English Teacher
2) Everyone on My Hall
3) Mrs. Bayer (I'm kind of proud of that one, actually)
4)That One Girl (that one time)
5) My Anti-social self (yeah, I don't even know what I mean)
Things I Ate Today
1) White Rice
2) Soy Milk
3) Cherry Vanilla Granola
4) Millions and millions of bacteria that were once in my mouth, but are now somewhere in my digestive tract
5) Salsa
Things I'll Do Before I'm 30
1) Stand on top of something tall and not be afraid
2) Write a novel
3) Have a baby
4) Find religion... or not.
5) Go somewhere far far away and not communicate with anyone for a very long time (but not forever)
Thing I Wish Would Happen
1) The world would pull its head out of its ass and realize that we need to start getting along if we're going to make this work
2) It would rain those rainbow marshmallows that you can only find in the "Hispanic" section of the grocery store
3) Bacon and ice cream would become their own food group and form the base of the food pyramid
4) Pigs get the ability to fly (they deserve it)
5) A black, female, albino, Jewish, homosexual president get elected to office
Things That Freak Me Out
1) Tongue rings (not that I don't like them... because I do)
2) Bones sticking out of skin
3) Heights
4) Inhaling Helium
5) Cucarachas
Things I Should Do More Often
1) Call friends to "just say 'hi'"
2) Do completely pointless activities
3) Sleep
4) Drink water
5) Be thankful
Some days you just need order in your life. Even if it's obvious, pointless, monotonous order.
(Edit: Things That are Awesome
1) People who inform me that I've done my chemistry homework (due tomorrow) wrong at 2 in the morning
2) The fact that my graphing calculator can multiply fractions and has an entire button for giving me a numbers reciprocal, but can't do scientific notation
3) People who "borrow" my other calculator and leave me scientific notationless/negative largarithmless at 2 in the morning
4) The 100 pages of reading that await me when I finish this post
5) Cheese balls)
Friday, March 23, 2007
New York, New York!
Furthermore, Gene Kelly had the tightest ass to ever grace the 40's/50's. (And her transitions are so clear too!)
Back in the old dorm. Whenever I leave for any significant amount of time (more than a few days), my dorm always seems bigger to me when I return. Why is that, I ask you, why?!? It's lonely in this (seemingly) large room, and I've been compulsively eating for the past two hours, but that's of no matter! Here! Sit, child, and let me tell you of my ventures in the metaphorical "Big Apple."
And I have pictures. Joy!
Look! I'm holding up the entire city with one hand!... just joking, I actually positioned my hand when the picture was taken to create the illusion that I was holding it up. But I'm sure I could have held it up if I'd really wanted to. I just didn't feel like it that day. This is on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, by the way... just in case anyone cared.
It's duh Brooklyn Bridge! Hooray! Drinks all around!
A picture from the top of the Rockefeller Center. Blurry, because I suck.
Holy shit! Did you see that giant whale?!... yeah, me neither.
View from the top of the Empire State Building. There, I just saved you $15 and an hour waiting in line. But you should probably go anyway. It's amazing up there.
This is the Statue of Liberty, me, and my "damn, it's windy" face.
Birthday presents to myself. Yes... *fist pump of victory*... I'm a loser.
So basically, I did every cliche thing that every tourist should do... except for the many many things that I did not do, like visit Ground Zero, spend time in Macy's, go to the Museum of Modern Art, get to really see Central Park, go to Ellis Island... and etc. and etc. BUT! I did get to see a taping of "Late Night with Conan O'Brien" which was the most wonderfully, fabulous thing in the world. If you happened to catch Monday night's show, my laughter and applause was among the hundred other laughters and applauses. Excellence.
It's a great city. We should all rendezvous there when we actually have the time and money to do so. Man, that would be one great rendezvous...
Back in the old dorm. Whenever I leave for any significant amount of time (more than a few days), my dorm always seems bigger to me when I return. Why is that, I ask you, why?!? It's lonely in this (seemingly) large room, and I've been compulsively eating for the past two hours, but that's of no matter! Here! Sit, child, and let me tell you of my ventures in the metaphorical "Big Apple."
And I have pictures. Joy!
Look! I'm holding up the entire city with one hand!... just joking, I actually positioned my hand when the picture was taken to create the illusion that I was holding it up. But I'm sure I could have held it up if I'd really wanted to. I just didn't feel like it that day. This is on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, by the way... just in case anyone cared.
It's duh Brooklyn Bridge! Hooray! Drinks all around!
A picture from the top of the Rockefeller Center. Blurry, because I suck.
Holy shit! Did you see that giant whale?!... yeah, me neither.
View from the top of the Empire State Building. There, I just saved you $15 and an hour waiting in line. But you should probably go anyway. It's amazing up there.
This is the Statue of Liberty, me, and my "damn, it's windy" face.
Birthday presents to myself. Yes... *fist pump of victory*... I'm a loser.
So basically, I did every cliche thing that every tourist should do... except for the many many things that I did not do, like visit Ground Zero, spend time in Macy's, go to the Museum of Modern Art, get to really see Central Park, go to Ellis Island... and etc. and etc. BUT! I did get to see a taping of "Late Night with Conan O'Brien" which was the most wonderfully, fabulous thing in the world. If you happened to catch Monday night's show, my laughter and applause was among the hundred other laughters and applauses. Excellence.
It's a great city. We should all rendezvous there when we actually have the time and money to do so. Man, that would be one great rendezvous...
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Oh, the mope-age.
This is always the way it goes when I have to leave Oskar. It's a 24-hour period of ups and downs and reminiscing and severe, severe moping. Right now, I'm sitting in my dorm. Sipping Diet Pepsi, wanting to clean up but not really for fear that I'll have to throw out something that reminds me of the week we spent together. An empty bag of chips. A used spoon. Everything is a relic of good times. Throwing it in the trash would be throwing away the good times, because the memories alone are never good enough.
It doesn't look like I'll be taking out the trash this week...
So Oskar has been here for the past week (for anyone that hasn't gotten that yet). Consequently, I've been missing (internet-wise) for the past week or so. It was probably one of the best weeks I've had here, what with the snow and the hot and the rancid tortillas and the various bodily noises and the Ambiguously Gay Cornell Students and the lack of traction and the procrastination and the bliss. Now Oskar's on a plane, flying to Houston. I'm in my errily quiet dorm, picking at one of the many mysterious scabs that keep appearing on the tops of my hands and waiting. I feel like I'm on the edge of an era. Like something completely new is going to start soon. I'm not sure if it's good or bad just yet, but I'll keep your posted.
I'm getting on a bus at 4 (am) for New York City. I've never been and am hovering in this depressed/excited/confused state. For the past month, I've been planning for Oskar's visit. Now that it's over, it's like my trip to New York has just kind of slapped me in the face (*slap* "Remember me, bitch!"). I'm currently rummaging through this ultra-touristy guide book, looking for things to do, but if anyone has suggestions, I'll be glad to take them.
So that's where I'll be for the next 5 days. Forgive my lack of posting. I promise I'll be back with a big bang of shiny pictures and amusing stories.
It doesn't look like I'll be taking out the trash this week...
So Oskar has been here for the past week (for anyone that hasn't gotten that yet). Consequently, I've been missing (internet-wise) for the past week or so. It was probably one of the best weeks I've had here, what with the snow and the hot and the rancid tortillas and the various bodily noises and the Ambiguously Gay Cornell Students and the lack of traction and the procrastination and the bliss. Now Oskar's on a plane, flying to Houston. I'm in my errily quiet dorm, picking at one of the many mysterious scabs that keep appearing on the tops of my hands and waiting. I feel like I'm on the edge of an era. Like something completely new is going to start soon. I'm not sure if it's good or bad just yet, but I'll keep your posted.
I'm getting on a bus at 4 (am) for New York City. I've never been and am hovering in this depressed/excited/confused state. For the past month, I've been planning for Oskar's visit. Now that it's over, it's like my trip to New York has just kind of slapped me in the face (*slap* "Remember me, bitch!"). I'm currently rummaging through this ultra-touristy guide book, looking for things to do, but if anyone has suggestions, I'll be glad to take them.
So that's where I'll be for the next 5 days. Forgive my lack of posting. I promise I'll be back with a big bang of shiny pictures and amusing stories.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Woah!... excellent.
I just popped this teeny tiny blister on the side of my heel. It was the coolest blister I've ever seen! I love when my body does crazy shit like this...
I also love hour-long conversations on the topic of in-grown hairs. I also love you.
Today has been the craziest, shittiest, most exciting week in the history of mankind! Ok... maybe not the entire history, but certainly the craziest, shittiest, most exciting in the last ten years. I've been getting about 4 hours of sleep a night and working my ass off all day long. But Oskar is coming up on Friday and I want everything to be done for next week so I can frolic worry-free. Soooooo... I've been doing double time all week. Double the reading. Double the writing. It's stressful, but it will be worth it.
And to add to the madness, I've had to practice chimes for about 2 hours a day this week.... which I haven't actually told anyone about (with the exception of Oskar) so lemme 'splain...
At the beginning of February I entered the "Chimesmaster Competition '07" and thus sold myself over to the Cornell chimes program. The chimes are almost 2 octaves worth of bells located in this tower at the center of campus. They play 3 fifteen-minute concerts a day as well as some on weekends and for special occasions (graduation, weddings, etc.). Soooo... I decided I wanted to be a chimesmaster. Mostly because the title kicks ass but also because the chimes kick much ass as well. So for a month I practiced a couple hours a week perfecting some songs... severely slaughtering others with my lack of dexterity and stealth. Last week they had the first "cut" and I somehow (by the grace of God... or Vishnu... or the Chimes Diety) I made it. Now I'm one of the six left competing, and I'm scared as hell.
This week I've been busting my ass to put together a 15 minute concert that I'll play on Saturday. That the whole campus will hear. That I'll probably shit my pants while doing... but that's ok, because I'm playing the frickin' chimes, bitches! I didn't tell anyone because I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far. I still don't think I'm going to make it, but it blows my mind that I get to make music that can be heard over a half-mile radius. Excellence.
Here's the official website. And here's the database where you can search for songs that they have on file. I'll take requests and do my best to learn them. But I make no promises...
In other parts of life, I am absolutely, inconsolably obsessed with the movie "Amélie." It's like candy. That's all I can think of to describe. And it has one of the most amazing soundtracks that I've ever heard. Hell, I would consider it one of the best albums I've ever heard. Amazing. You should go watch it... right now. Yes, you. It will change your life.
That's all for tonight. Please leave some requests... I'm desperate for concert ideas.
I also love hour-long conversations on the topic of in-grown hairs. I also love you.
Today has been the craziest, shittiest, most exciting week in the history of mankind! Ok... maybe not the entire history, but certainly the craziest, shittiest, most exciting in the last ten years. I've been getting about 4 hours of sleep a night and working my ass off all day long. But Oskar is coming up on Friday and I want everything to be done for next week so I can frolic worry-free. Soooooo... I've been doing double time all week. Double the reading. Double the writing. It's stressful, but it will be worth it.
And to add to the madness, I've had to practice chimes for about 2 hours a day this week.... which I haven't actually told anyone about (with the exception of Oskar) so lemme 'splain...
At the beginning of February I entered the "Chimesmaster Competition '07" and thus sold myself over to the Cornell chimes program. The chimes are almost 2 octaves worth of bells located in this tower at the center of campus. They play 3 fifteen-minute concerts a day as well as some on weekends and for special occasions (graduation, weddings, etc.). Soooo... I decided I wanted to be a chimesmaster. Mostly because the title kicks ass but also because the chimes kick much ass as well. So for a month I practiced a couple hours a week perfecting some songs... severely slaughtering others with my lack of dexterity and stealth. Last week they had the first "cut" and I somehow (by the grace of God... or Vishnu... or the Chimes Diety) I made it. Now I'm one of the six left competing, and I'm scared as hell.
This week I've been busting my ass to put together a 15 minute concert that I'll play on Saturday. That the whole campus will hear. That I'll probably shit my pants while doing... but that's ok, because I'm playing the frickin' chimes, bitches! I didn't tell anyone because I honestly didn't think I'd make it this far. I still don't think I'm going to make it, but it blows my mind that I get to make music that can be heard over a half-mile radius. Excellence.
Here's the official website. And here's the database where you can search for songs that they have on file. I'll take requests and do my best to learn them. But I make no promises...
In other parts of life, I am absolutely, inconsolably obsessed with the movie "Amélie." It's like candy. That's all I can think of to describe. And it has one of the most amazing soundtracks that I've ever heard. Hell, I would consider it one of the best albums I've ever heard. Amazing. You should go watch it... right now. Yes, you. It will change your life.
That's all for tonight. Please leave some requests... I'm desperate for concert ideas.
Monday, March 05, 2007
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