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Thursday, 09.19.02 >> 09:47 p.m. i bet you don't write love when you sign your checks I am pretty sure he dislikes me, but you never can tell. Boys are like cats but with the mental hardwiring of dogs. But that's okay. My dreams are strange. I dream of waking when I sleep, and when I am awake, I dream of sleeping. i wish i could fly But I haven't been dreaming of flying. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Thursday, 09.19.02 >> 12:21 p.m. i'm not just one of your little toys How very, very sad. How very, very true. Y'all should read The Story of B by Daniel Quinn. It's a very interesting take on things. Unrelated, but just as true and amusing. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Thursday, 09.19.02 >> 10:27 a.m. all i ever wanted was your life Avast thar, me hearties. Ah toldjer all 'twould come about one day, didn't I? Blow the man down, 'tis a great day for all salty seadogs! Arrharrr! I <3 pirates. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Wednesday, 09.18.02 >> 10:03 p.m. it's only you who can tell what's wrong More Dorm Life: Eveline: *dumbly chewing on lollipop* CHUPA CHUPS OFFICIALLY ROCK THE CASBAH. Back to Physics. Or Chem. Whatever. AVAGADRO ATE MY BAAAAABIIIEEEESSSS. ALL 6.022 x 10^23 OF THEM!!! *flips out* // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Wednesday, 09.18.02 >> 04:01 p.m. swinging through the trees So I sit next to this guy named Devon or Devin or something in calc lecture. He's always scribbling stuff in a notebook, but it's not calculus. I asked him what it was when I first met him, and he told me, "Oh, I'm just keeping track of how much money I have. And how much I can make with it. You know." "Why?" "Well, I guess that I just really like money. I mean, what else is there to live for?" "...All you need is love...?" "That's funny. No, really." I didn't answer him. I just found it really funny that he wasn't in Wharton. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Wednesday, 09.18.02 >> 01:53 a.m. what is it that you remember ...!!! IF SOMEBODY BUYS ME THIS, I WILL HAVE YOUR METAPHORICAL BABIES. THAT IS ALL. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Wednesday, 09.18.02 >> 01:36 a.m. merde à la puissance treize ...My back hurts like a fils de putain. Why? Because I fell down some stairs. How? Umm. Heh. Funny story, really. There are so many stories I can tell about my life here at college so far, but those can wait til you're older (or, um, I'm older), my little chickadees. Thursday night approaches. I HAVE NO LIFE. I STUDY ALL THE TIME. EXCEPT SATURDAYS. THAT'S WHEN I FELL DOWN THE STAIRS AND HURT MY BACK WHICH NOW HURTS LIKE AN UNGODLY THING OF HURTING AND PAIN. BUT NOW I STUDY I WILL BE A GOOD ASIAN. but i just found a dictionary of french vulgar slang and it's just too good to abandon for newton's laws...Va te faire enculer chez les Grecs!! Je vais te casser la gueule!! IT DOESN'T SOUND THREATENING! BECAUSE it's FRENCH! AHAHAHA!!! ...ohman... // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Wednesday, 09.18.02 >> 01:28 a.m. nunc est bibendum Further evidence of how ghetto my dorm room is: *CRASH!* ...It's funny at 1:30. MY BRAAAAAAAAINS!!! THEY EXPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODE!!!! // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Tuesday, 09.17.02 >> 07:11 p.m. no means no you bastard My love life in a nutshell. Except I'm not, like, a guy. And because I never did. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Tuesday, 09.17.02 >> 10:54 a.m. tu es fou tu es fou So I had my 8:00 structural biology and genomics seminar this morning. So, because I still have no clue what the radio stations in Philadelphia are, I set my radio alarm clock to the first station I found that seemed to play any kind of rock. But apparently I forgot that radio stations are all talk and commercials in the mornings and no music. So, my life being the one giant hilarious sitcom that it is, what do I wake up to this morning but a radio commercial for some new, ah, how shall we say, SEX DRUG. I think it's called Nitro-something. Nitro?! As in nitrous oxide?! Nothing quite matches fighting your way out of the fog of unconsciousness at about 7:30 in the morning to, "INCREASES PLEASURE! INCREASES STAMINA!!! TRY IT NOW!!! sideeffectsmayincludeheadachesnauseahemophiliaimpotence orabonerthatwon'tgoaway..." I actually listened to this, like, three minutes because I couldn't get out of bed to turn off the radio. I love my life. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Tuesday, 09.17.02 >> 12:08 a.m. can you still see the butterflies Okay! Out of my depressive funk, thank God. I don't think I could stand it any more. Anyway, quick entry. For all of you who have taken Foster's Physics, or will, or are, or whatever...do you remember the monkey problem? Yes, the monkey in the tree, the one that the hunter has to shoot? The one where you have to figure out the trajectory of the bullet, etc.? Yeah, the monkey problem. I HAD THAT DEMONSTRATED FOR ME TODAY IN MY PHYSICS LECTURE. THEY ACTUALLY HAVE AN APPARATUS BUILT SPECIFICALLY TO DEMONSTRATE THIS PROBLEM. And my professor put on a safari hat while he did it, too. So this is what you get at such a prestigious institution of higher learning. Anyway, have stolen crates from outside the Wawa (local convenience/grocery store chain) and am using them to store books. Am now happy for ability to walk around tiny-ass dorm room without tripping over damn textbooks. Did I mention that I am residing in the smallest double in my entire dorm? Yep. That's right. I cry every time I visit my friends. One of them has a single that's the size of this room. And I love how my dorm room faces a main street. Nothing matches police sirens shrieking past your window at three in the morning. Or, if it's Thursday night, the inebriated screaming of a mob of college freshmen who are completely shitfaced, fall-down drunk. Don't ask me why, but here at the University of Pennsylvania (NOT PENN STATE! Yes, WE ARE AN IVY LEAGUE), Thursday night is apparently the big party night. Yep, that's my life. I live in a ghetto-ass dorm with my ghetto-ass stolen crates that serve as my bookshelves. Hehe. I love it here. 8:00 seminar tomorrow morning. I must sleep now or I die. <3 for all. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Sunday, 09.15.02 >> 09:44 p.m. you can take a line and say it isn't straight It's been drizzling on and off since this afternoon. I sincerely wish the weather would just make up its mind and either stop its indecisive dribbling or take some initiative and give us a genuine rainstorm. But still, this minimal amount of rain still depresses me. I realized today that the rain only makes me miss Oregon more. I hate this stifling Philadelphia weather. The smell of sewage and garbage hangs thick in the air when it gets this humid, while the air itself turns oppressive and suffocating. I miss Portland and I miss seeing the rain pounding the pavement in sheets and bullets. It never smelled like sewage in Portland. And it never gets this muggy during the summer back home. I'm pretty sure it's because it rains so much during the rest of the year that when summer finally comes, the weather systems are too exhausted to make the effort to produce any form of moisture unless it's in the form of yet another rainstorm. Humid weather is a waste of time; if it's going to be wet, better make it a genuine downpour. I miss Portland. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Sunday, 09.15.02 >> 08:40 p.m. what happened to us And... Well she wants to be the queen Well she wants to live her life -- meet virginia, train // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Sunday, 09.15.02 >> 07:55 p.m. won't cause shrinking stretching fading Okay, all I have to say is that I am not ashamed to listen to Savage Garden. "Crash and Burn." It is so good. I'm a girl. I'm allowed to like mushy music. I sit in my dorm room listening to this song and I feel like I'm in eighth grade again. That may or may not be a good thing. I've been having bizarre dreams that I only half-remember. Coupled with my obsessive downloading of sad, mushy love songs, it is slowly driving me insane. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Sunday, 09.15.02 >> 03:53 p.m. could fly so high Introspection on a lazy Sunday afternoon is the best. I can't concentrate on my homework. I am instead re-evaluating some life choices. Don't mind me, I am just on an emotional rollercoaster from hell. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Sunday, 09.15.02 >> 03:27 p.m. if you turn the bigger race I miss my family so much it's not even funny. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Saturday, 09.14.02 >> 05:17 p.m. as always it was perfectly abnormal It is insanely muggy today. I hate it so much. I HATE it when the air clings to you like this. I am now cranky and irritable because I am sweating like a pig even though the AC on full blast and set to 50 degrees BECAUSE IT ISN'T WORKING. Anyway, gotta finish reading this essay packet so I can go eat dinner. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Friday, 09.13.02 >> 12:51 a.m. i dreamt we went to disneyland HOW ARE PEOPLE GOING OUT ON A THURSDAY NIGHT?! TO PARTY?! TO DRINK?! TO FUCK?!!! HOW DO THEY FUNCTION?! I STILL HAVE ONE MORE HOUR OF CALCULUS HOMEWORK TO DO. IT IS ALMOST ONE A.M. I HAVE BEEN WORKING SINCE 7:30 PM. I AM KILLING MYSELF NOW. *shoots self in face* // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Thursday, 09.12.02 >> 09:44 a.m. ave maria I guess I'm a little late with this entry, but this is what I meant to write... Everybody I know seems to be writing 9/11 entries. Last year and this year. But, for me, I still don't know quite what to write. Being on the East Coast now, I can see the much greater impact it had here. I have friends who are from Manhattan and that area, and even for friends from Philadelphia, the memory is quite painful. But the experience has always been so far removed from my sphere of experience. Upon reflection, the best comparison I can make is to that of a death of a relative of a friend of a friend. I never know quite what to say, except something along the lines of, "Oh, I'm so sorry." And as insensitive as that may sound, I do mean it. I meant it a year ago, and I still mean it. That's it for me. ... In other news: I found out that the Dueling Tampons is actually a representation of the sacrifice of Isaac by Abraham. Go figure. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Tuesday, 09.10.02 >> 11:10 p.m. lift up your hands Well, the Mask and Wig performance was hilarious. But now I have to study for physics (extremely sarcastic yaaay). I love Penn. I love the creativity of its students, especially in naming architectural structures. Apparently, the tower at the end of the Quad is called "the Four Nipples" because of the four domes each topped with a ball and spike at its four corners. And the new Wharton building just completed also has this huge, hideous dome on it, and as such, as been dubbed both the "Wharton R2D2" and, my personal favorite, the "Wharton Death Star" (how appropriate...). But nothing matches the hideous, modern art sculpture right in front of the High Rises. I have no words to describe them, but I'll make the attempt. They are basically monstrous red tubes bent and awkward angles...I have yet to discover the sculpture's actual name, as everybody I know refers to them as...yes...THE DUELING TAMPONS. This is all true, folks. A common phrase heard on campus is, "I'll meet you at the Dueling Tampons." Honestly. See for yourself. This isn't a good shot, but you can kind of see an angry red tube jutting out of the bushes (oh God...phallic imagery...I go pour Lysol into my head now) in front of the high rise. God, I love this school. Hurrah, hurrah, Pennsylva-nia! // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Tuesday, 09.10.02 >> 03:51 p.m. all the things we made SWEET JESUS. I just finally I ALREADY HATE THIS COURSE. I HATE THIS BOOK. HOLY MONKEY SHIT, I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE TO MAKE A BOOK SO DISGUSTINGLY BORING. I mean, the Giancoli physics book we used last year wasn't exactly light reading. It wasn't that bad, though. But this book is about the size of a grade school textbook. And. It. Oh God. I can't even talk about this. I'm going to go cry in a corner now. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Tuesday, 09.10.02 >> 03:39 p.m. oh like she don't know better It is obscenely hot today. I mean, this isn't the kind of pounding, relentless dry heat you get in the desert. This is the sneaky kind of heat, the kind that you don't notice until you've been walking for five minutes and all of a sudden your clothes are clinging to you because of all your sweat. It's been that way for three days now. When does fall start? When can I stop wearing flip flops (I'm going to wear this pair out within two weeks if this keeps up) and start wearing actual shoes? Anyway. I just hope I don't die of heat stroke when I walk to physics lecture today, which is in approximately one hour. What an ungodly time to hold a physics lecture. 5:00? What? No! That is just wrong. And I don't know if I should attempt to test out of this class because so far it has merely been a ridiculous parody of Foster's class junior year. If I do test out, I'll be in Physics 170, which is supposedly an impossibly hard course, and I really don't need the extra workload, but...Physics 150 has been a joke so far. I hear it gets harder. I pray it does, just so I don't feel guilty staying in a class I took junior and senior year in high school. Anyway, took a "diagnostic" test in calc recitation today. Fun like a beating in a dark alley. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Monday, 09.09.02 >> 06:59 p.m. last night i had a dream HATE PHYSICS HATE CALCULUS KILLING SELF NOW FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY DEATH TAKE ME NOW AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Monday, 09.09.02 >> 03:16 p.m. i'm just a kid and i know it's nothing College is fantastic. Apparently, I'm going to hell, along with most of Penn's student body. This news was broadcast loudly and dramatically by a Bible-thumper on College Green today. It was actually pretty hilarious, as every time he said "HALLELUJAH!" he would hop around on one leg and whenever he mentioned the word "HELLFIRE!" or "MOHAMMED!!!" (the "false prophet of the Islamssssss"), he'd go down on his knees and hiss. Apparently he makes regular appearances on this campus. Today his message consisted mostly of how Muslims are all evil and tragically misled by Satan ("PRINCE OF DAAAAAAAARKNESSSSSSSSSS!"). He actually yelled at a passing Islamic girl. He then made a graceful segueway onto the topic of whoredom and harlotry after saying how Mohammed and all the terrorists who attacked the World Trade Center are all burning in hell, even though they expected Paradise with their "Seventy PERPETUAL VIRGINS." He literally spent ten minutes on the subject of fornication, and screamed the world "VAGINA!" throughout his sermon. Oh, just so you know, according to him, Lucille Ball, Elvis, Princess Di, and Buddha are all burning in the "LAAAAAKE OF FIIIIIIIIRE!" I decided to leave after he started going on about how all Catholics were Evil and Greedy, and how Presbyterians were the most Holy and Biblically Minded of all Christians. *Shrug* // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Saturday, 09.07.02 >> 10:41 p.m. always so debonaire I'm addicted to these horrible little candies called Peanut Chews. They are composed of peanuts, molasses, and chocolate, and they glue your teeth together like nothing else. Apparently they are a Philly phenomenon. I stole a handful from the cafeteria the other day, but I don't know when I'm going to get my next fix... The air conditioning has stopped clicking, thankfully. And I have bug bites all over my stomach. What the hell? I sincerely hope I don't have ticks in my bedding, because that would SUCK. ...I am tasty...
Take The Johnny Depp Quiz! // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Saturday, 09.07.02 >> 09:25 p.m. fantastic when do i start Still sick. Am being antisocial...everybody else is going out tonight again, but I have calculus and chemistry and English to do yes I do I am a good girl. Yes. FUCK. I don't want to read this. *throws her book away and sulks* Just have to say that the Hedwig and the Angry Inch soundtrack is absolutely fantastic. "Midnight Radio" is a gorgeous song. Jess: Yah, thanks. Heh. Hope I get better soon, too. Blech. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Saturday, 09.07.02 >> 03:08 p.m. my life sunshine Ugh. Am sick. Memento was really, incredibly good. Going to attempt attacking homework viciously with an enthusiasm never before witnessed by man. Either that or I'm going back to bed. Air conditioning is making clicking noises that are driving me slowly insane. Probing with pen through the unremovable grating revealed no reason for this maddening noise. Will eventually either turn off air conditioning and swelter, or leave it on and descend into the clutches of lunacy. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Friday, 09.06.02 >> 07:58 p.m. this son is drowning in the blood ...I think my cough has evolved into a weaker form of the death rattle I had in January. That's not a good thing, I think. I ate a lunch today that consisted of tuna with mustard on rye, and I didn't taste any of it. That was bad. So, if I don't get better by Monday at the latest, I'm going to go see the doctor. Went shopping for books today. Fight Club is now part of my lovely collection. It's kind of sad how psyched I am to have new books, though. I don't have nearly enough money for this stuff...where does it all go? Art supplies, food...yeah, pretty much, I guess. That leaves pretty much nil for stuff like new books. Heh. Learning to budget is a good thing, I guess. Going out with friends to see Memento at Gregory tonight. Everybody else is probably going clubbing or out to frats and stuff, but I'm sick so I'm coming home to read my nice new books. and to start on the mountain of calculus and chemistry homework i have // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Thursday, 09.05.02 >> 01:03 p.m. you're my playground love Am currently eating lunch. The food court in Houston Hall may charge, like, a bazillion more dollars than anywhere else I can eat on campus, but the food lasts me three days or so. Very good pasta, I must say. I wonder how long it takes flowers to dry? I stole some from the convocation social last night, and they're currently hanging on the bulletin board drying. I also ended up taking about three bottles of miscellaneous beverages. Giselle has dubbed our hall as the unofficial kleptomaniac hall, because we take all sorts of free shit whenever they're handing it out; free Vanilla Coke, sample packages of Advil, extra food from the dining halls...etc. We pay for it all in tuition, anyway. Finishing up lunch. I'm going to try to set up the TV this afternoon and try to loft our beds so we have at least a vague sort of sitting area. Football game tonight...wondering if I should go... // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Thursday, 09.05.02 >> 10:41 a.m. get smaller spoons Not sleeping. Wasting time. Not sleeping.
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Oooh, pet it! // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Thursday, 09.05.02 >> 10:13 a.m. bovine spongiform encephelitis Well, I managed to make it to my 8:00 Structural Biology and Genomics class on time and reasonably awake (when am I ever awake before 2:00 pm, anyway?). As predicted, I bombed the test on the readings, along with everybody else except the one or two people who were anal and masochistic enough to actually READ the entire 400 page magazine AND take notes. Actually the magazine was pretty interesting, except I didn't understand much of the biochemistry research, seeing as, well, I haven't even taken any classes on it yet. There were a couple interesting articles on Alzheimers, which were the ones I read, except we were tested on things like mad cow disease and fun shit like that instead. In any case, the class looks to be interesting and the professor is hilarious. One of the first things he did today was to put up a chart laying out the time spent studying, sitting in class, and sleeping, proving that we actually have a reasonable amount of time left over for things like, and I quote, "eating and getting laid, whatever." The only other class I have today is my English seminar on the 20th century novel in the media blitz age, which I expect to be very interesting, but it's later in the day. So, after my first class I just kind of wandered back toward the Quad, bought some brain rot at the newsstand at 34th and Spruce, picked up a copy of the Daily Pennsylvanian, and sat down in the lunch hall for some coffee and a bagel. And here I am now, sitting in my room and listening to creepy-ass music. Actually, I think I'll go back to bed. There's no reason I should make myself sicker, anyway. My sore throat has evolved to a lamer, much weaker version of the dry hacking cough I had back in February, and I sincerely hope it doesn't get any worse. Thank God for the invention of DayQuil. Hugs to Kit, Pandy, Gwennykins, and everybody else who is starting school. Sorry I haven't really been around; things have been hectic. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Wednesday, 09.04.02 >> 09:48 p.m. it's too late Convocation tonight. Was like second graduation, except it was out on College Green, right next to Locust Walk. It was really quite beautiful, except I think I passed out at one point due to illness and medication and whatnot. The president was giving her speech, and the locusts were droning on above in the trees, and I just kinda dozed off. Anyway, I did manage to catch and retain most of her speech. My tongue hurts. I think I've been chewing on it in my sleep. Class tomorrow. I only have two classes, but I have to figure out where they are. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] Wednesday, 09.04.02 >> 04:03 p.m. can't name that feeling Still sick. Throat is now better and I can talk, but apparently I have a minor head cold. Have taken NyQuil, but as a result have been in a sort of woozy, waking coma all day. Convocation is tonight, and after that, classes officially start. I'm not sure how to feel about that, because all my classes are basically those that I took senior year, with the addition of a biochem and chemistry class, but there's nothing else I can do -- I really want to stay in the Vagelos program, but there is just so much I have to sacrifice in order to do so. I am not being forced into it, but at the same time I feel trapped, because my primary reason for coming to Penn was to experience all the programs and various classes that they have to offer, but the Vagelos program is focused specifically on biochemistry and as a result my class choices are incredibly limited. The result of the program and the classes I will take later on all seem very worthwhile to me, but right now, I have to take all the prerequisites. In any case, I've thought about it a lot and my parents and even friends I made while working at the University have all been very helpful. I guess all I have to do now is manage to survive a year full of physics, calculus, chemistry, and biochemistry. But other than that I really am happy on campus. The library and bookstore are both incredible. I believe that the campus library spans six floors, and that is only the research library -- I still haven't actually visited the Fine Arts library yet. And the campus bookstore is a two story Barnes and Noble that stocks everything from bestsellers to textbooks to Penn paraphernelia. Added to that, Central City Philly is ten minutes away by sub, I believe, and there's a sushi house ten minutes away on foot (right in the middle of all the skanky frat houses; it's kind of funny). My roommate, my friend Giselle, and I are thinking of starting a Sushi Club. I realized that I didn't talk much about the Philadelphia Art Museum on Sunday, partly because I was so exhausted after coming home from it, and also, to be honest, I wasn't incredibly impressed with it -- but then again, they had closed off all the really cool exhibits, like the 19th century weaponry exhibit. I peeked around the barricade anyway and saw cases of intricately wrought foils and heavily decorated firearms. I still enjoyed seeing all the Degas and Renoir, although they'd arranged the Monet somewhat incompetently -- they had two of his Japanese footbridge paintings, but had separated them, so you couldn't see the development of his art over the years. At least they left his poplar series together. It's a nice museum, don't get me wrong; the main foyer on the second floor is lined with these massive Parisian tapestries depicting Bible scenes, and they have some very nice Rodin sculptures in the 1800-1900 European Art exhibit. I guess I'm spoiled, because I still like the Musée d'Orsay in Paris better. :9 Anyway, school starts tomorrow. I'm going to sleep to attempt to recover from this head cold at least enough to sit through my biochem class, which incidentally starts at 8:00 in the morning. I should probably try to find my way to the Chem building again. // up top baby / comment // [ link ] |
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