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Cara makes fun of me for checking livejournal as much as I do. You know, I don't really care... It's entertaining.
Actually, Cara makes fun of me in general.
Tonight we saw Brokeback Mountain in Boston. We got there five minutes before our original movie choice was going to show, so we decide to stop in to this little creperie and get nutella crepes. Surprisingly they weren't as good as the ones we make in French. C'etait tres bizarre, mais delicieux (deli... I'll be honest, I forgot how to spell that) au meme temps. Hell. I've simply forgotten ALL of my French. I hate French. Anyway, not the point. We bought our crepes and put them into our purses to eat in the theater, and it turns out the theater had a faulty copy of our first choice movie (History of Violence). They said the last five minutes were cut off and would sell us the tickets discounted, but we wouldn't finish the movie. So instead we saw Brokeback Mountain. I was fine until literally the last like, minute of the movie. Then Cara and I lost it while Grace simply sat back and laughed at us. It was really very good. Heart-wrenching, really.
Hmm. What else have I been up to? Oh man. Yesterday afternoon Michaela and I were at our big research library, and as we were leaving we saw these books that were in cardboard boxes. It turns out that these books are really really old and are too fragile to be out in the open. We looked through Federalist papers and stuff on the American Revolution, and these books were literally over 100 years old, I kid you not. We got it into our heads to find the oldest book BC owned. We ask the reference desk what was the oldest book, and he said it was in our rare books library, and he thought it was a book published by Galileo. Right on. We trek over to our rare books library (Burns). I mistake the security guard for a librarian, and ask him a bunch of book questions. After telling us to check in and hang our coats, I realized I had asked the wrong guy. We asked the RIGHT guy, who turned out to be a freshman behind a reference desk. Burns library is a small series of two, maybe three rooms, and all the books are locked behind cages. We were hoping the Galileo book was on display so we could claim to have seen the oldest book BC has to offer. The kid calls around asking what the oldest book in the library stacks was, and no, it wasn't for a research project, and no, he didn't know why two patrons wanted to know, they just did. Finally he gets a call back. The oldest "book" BC has to offer, in it's possession in the treasury in the basement of Burns library, is an Assyrian tablet dating 1800 BCE... That's a bit earlier than Galileo.
We have now resolved to see that tablet if it kills us.
I had an ROTC meeting this morning. My first morning event, and it was at a time I will learn to envy... however, this morning I didn't feel so lucky. I think this semester will be tough to get through, but we'll see. I'm sure once I start getting used to everything on my plate I'll learn to love it again. It's just really a shock to go from doing SO much and ALWAYS having to be somewhere, do something, go go go to doing nothing for a month, and now I'll have to jump right back in. In many ways this semester will be worse. Though I don't have drill, which might allow me to survive.
Alright, I don't really feel inclined to write anymore. I've been busy, but not as busy as I'm gonna be. I apologize in advance if I neglect to do... pretty much anything I said I would do. It simply might not happen.
Truly,
j
Actually, Cara makes fun of me in general.
Tonight we saw Brokeback Mountain in Boston. We got there five minutes before our original movie choice was going to show, so we decide to stop in to this little creperie and get nutella crepes. Surprisingly they weren't as good as the ones we make in French. C'etait tres bizarre, mais delicieux (deli... I'll be honest, I forgot how to spell that) au meme temps. Hell. I've simply forgotten ALL of my French. I hate French. Anyway, not the point. We bought our crepes and put them into our purses to eat in the theater, and it turns out the theater had a faulty copy of our first choice movie (History of Violence). They said the last five minutes were cut off and would sell us the tickets discounted, but we wouldn't finish the movie. So instead we saw Brokeback Mountain. I was fine until literally the last like, minute of the movie. Then Cara and I lost it while Grace simply sat back and laughed at us. It was really very good. Heart-wrenching, really.
Hmm. What else have I been up to? Oh man. Yesterday afternoon Michaela and I were at our big research library, and as we were leaving we saw these books that were in cardboard boxes. It turns out that these books are really really old and are too fragile to be out in the open. We looked through Federalist papers and stuff on the American Revolution, and these books were literally over 100 years old, I kid you not. We got it into our heads to find the oldest book BC owned. We ask the reference desk what was the oldest book, and he said it was in our rare books library, and he thought it was a book published by Galileo. Right on. We trek over to our rare books library (Burns). I mistake the security guard for a librarian, and ask him a bunch of book questions. After telling us to check in and hang our coats, I realized I had asked the wrong guy. We asked the RIGHT guy, who turned out to be a freshman behind a reference desk. Burns library is a small series of two, maybe three rooms, and all the books are locked behind cages. We were hoping the Galileo book was on display so we could claim to have seen the oldest book BC has to offer. The kid calls around asking what the oldest book in the library stacks was, and no, it wasn't for a research project, and no, he didn't know why two patrons wanted to know, they just did. Finally he gets a call back. The oldest "book" BC has to offer, in it's possession in the treasury in the basement of Burns library, is an Assyrian tablet dating 1800 BCE... That's a bit earlier than Galileo.
We have now resolved to see that tablet if it kills us.
I had an ROTC meeting this morning. My first morning event, and it was at a time I will learn to envy... however, this morning I didn't feel so lucky. I think this semester will be tough to get through, but we'll see. I'm sure once I start getting used to everything on my plate I'll learn to love it again. It's just really a shock to go from doing SO much and ALWAYS having to be somewhere, do something, go go go to doing nothing for a month, and now I'll have to jump right back in. In many ways this semester will be worse. Though I don't have drill, which might allow me to survive.
Alright, I don't really feel inclined to write anymore. I've been busy, but not as busy as I'm gonna be. I apologize in advance if I neglect to do... pretty much anything I said I would do. It simply might not happen.
Truly,
j