I'd be straight with you, but games are just so much fun to play.
"It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are for
ever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the
devestation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no
harvest of sweetness- calling their denial knowledge." -George Eliot,
Middlemarch.
Man thats powerful. I think I shall begin every entry from now on with a good quote. However, a long time ago, Robyn said she'd include a Sean Connery fact of the day, except that stopped long ago. We'll see how long I can last. Speaking of Sean Connery, I saw Celebrity Jepordy on SNL the other day. Suck it Trebek!
God has smited me with pimples. Its like those plagues. With the locust. Yea, I think its because I laughed at lucy because she accidentally hit her pimple with her raquet in raquetball and it hurt real bad and yoshi was like "lets keep playing." However, I have actually heard that a little bit of sunlight actually helps your skin, so perhaps it can be attributed to the fact that I am SO PALE! Honestly, I think now I rival Chris Sager. Ah, subtle digs. Been thinking about subtle digs for a while, and how they are used on me. Blasphemy!
So today on my way to class I decided that I was not going to step on any cracks or breaks in the sidewalk for the whole day. So then I was walking and I came across some bricks, and it was impossible not to step on the breaks, so I decided that there had to be rules. So rule #1 was bricks and carpet don't count. Rule #2: If there is a change in material, you must obviously step over that change, but if the change is simply a stripe where its possible for you to step over it, you must. Rule #3: If there is a floormat and you can see the tile or stone underneath and can guess where the cracks are, you must step over the cracks. There were other rules that I forget now. But then I decided that coming up with rules for this thing actually probably made me clinically insane, so I decided to step on a crack just before I entered English. And how I love that class. Always seems to make me reevaluate myself because of the characters we discuss. However, after English I made sure to step over the same crack which I previously stepped on, and subconciously avoided all cracks for the rest of the day. It makes you walk kinda funny.
I bought milk on wednesday night. Its friday, and we've almost finished it. So much milk. Oy.
I ditched physics today. Oh I'm a horrible person. I don't know, its just ever since I realized that Thanksgiving was coming up I've been so reluctant to do anything scholarly. I mean, I've gotten all my work done, and I've been improving/advancing my arch project steadily, but I've been so like, I FUCKING HATE THIS the entire time. Oh school. I've decided I want sweatshirts from my friends schools. So if you want me to sport your school logo, buy me a cute sweatshirt and I shall pay you back. And you all know how badly you want a Wash U sweatshirt! Nah, I didn't think so. But thats ok. I shall get a Santa Cruz one, support the schewezter. Thats German for sister. Sorella is italian. Hermana, Spanish. My TA started talking to me in Hebrew yesterday. Oh language.
Hey PLTL, fuck you PLTL.
My project is the devil's project. I've realized I'm very defensive of it. It is my child, don't tell me to change it. But really, I make one move that changes the entire project, and then I've got to redo the whole thing. However, there were things I liked about my past projects, and now I have to get rid of them entirely, and I'm like wait! I was attached to that! No bueno. Change is bad. No, I do like change, as much as I resist it, its a good thing. Like how I changed location to come to STL for college, or how I change my underwear daily. Ha, no and it will be good change when I go off to grad school somewhere far away from here. NO. Must resist emo lj.
But isn't that all LJ is? I mean, I sit here and drone on about my boring life and talk about how I feel, when in reality, I hate feelings, and nothing has happened in my life that warrents documentation. Well, I'm sure there are a couple things, but not enough to have weekly updates on my situation. I have a good situation, and thats all I have to say about that. And if anyone was reminded of Dane Cook right there, I WAS NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT SITUATION. Dirty.
My thoughts have been pre-occupied lately. I can't function as a proper human being. Flaberghast. No really, I want to have some sort of intellectual conversation, but I can't because I'm thinking about something else ALL THE TIME. In this way, Jude the Obscure makes sense. Hardy knew what he was talking about. Sex is not a good thing. Is it weird that I'm uncomfortable when they talk about sex in class? I mean, we never talked about it at home, not that it was bad, its just not something that you talk about. And I get defensive when people bring up Catholics. Because Jude the Obscure kinda bashes Catholicism. And I get upset and offended and defensive. Why am I such a defensive person? I don't know. What about it? Huh huh? Wanna take this outside? Oh man. I need to slap myself.
Harry Potter came out today. Not out of the closet, but it was in theaters. I think once I see it, I will probably be thrown into that Harry Potter mood, where I become obsessed and read all the books and yea. I'm so easily swayed in that sense. Like I really will just find some niche, and just dive in completely and be completely passionate about it and revel in it, but then the next week, something else could send me in a different direction. I'm fickle, and thats ok. Its not like I ever stop liking Harry Potter, its just that I find something else to be excited about. However, with boys that usually gets me in trouble, or makes it easier. I can't decide. But this crush has stuck around for a while, though I've tried to get rid of it, it has. I don't like it, its a new sort of feeling and it needs to be crushed by the IRON FIST. [Insert Picture of Russian Megan Here.]
Oh I am listening to Enter Sandman by Metallica. Haven't heard this song in sooooooo long, yet I still remember all the words. I think it was the only Metallica song I ever liked, but I think EVERYONE liked Enter Sandman. My mind seems to be telling me its from a movie, but I'm not so sure about that. My mind is not a steal trap, more like a Brita Filter, just keeps the good stuff. Ah analogies.
Watched the OC last night. It has improved since the last two episodes, but I don't know. Its not on next week because of Thanksgiving. I'm looking forward to the Thanksgiving Day Parade. Joyous. Theres a bird who keeps whistling outside my window. This is when I wish I had a bb gun. You'll shoot your eye out! You'll shoot your eye out! I need to watch that movie soon. Also someone called our room this morning at 6:45 am. Whoever called that early is going to fucking die. Like I was so angry. I couldn't fall back asleep after that, because my mind just started running like it does. I hate it. I hate that I can't sleep like I used to. As soon as I wake up and have concious thought, its over for me.
Ok, I think thats it. Oh, except everyone will either be at Ashoka formal or CSA formal this saturday so I have a free night. Should I ask my crush to hang out? No, I will do that tuesday. I have a plan. And don't worry, its not a sinister one.
Man thats powerful. I think I shall begin every entry from now on with a good quote. However, a long time ago, Robyn said she'd include a Sean Connery fact of the day, except that stopped long ago. We'll see how long I can last. Speaking of Sean Connery, I saw Celebrity Jepordy on SNL the other day. Suck it Trebek!
God has smited me with pimples. Its like those plagues. With the locust. Yea, I think its because I laughed at lucy because she accidentally hit her pimple with her raquet in raquetball and it hurt real bad and yoshi was like "lets keep playing." However, I have actually heard that a little bit of sunlight actually helps your skin, so perhaps it can be attributed to the fact that I am SO PALE! Honestly, I think now I rival Chris Sager. Ah, subtle digs. Been thinking about subtle digs for a while, and how they are used on me. Blasphemy!
So today on my way to class I decided that I was not going to step on any cracks or breaks in the sidewalk for the whole day. So then I was walking and I came across some bricks, and it was impossible not to step on the breaks, so I decided that there had to be rules. So rule #1 was bricks and carpet don't count. Rule #2: If there is a change in material, you must obviously step over that change, but if the change is simply a stripe where its possible for you to step over it, you must. Rule #3: If there is a floormat and you can see the tile or stone underneath and can guess where the cracks are, you must step over the cracks. There were other rules that I forget now. But then I decided that coming up with rules for this thing actually probably made me clinically insane, so I decided to step on a crack just before I entered English. And how I love that class. Always seems to make me reevaluate myself because of the characters we discuss. However, after English I made sure to step over the same crack which I previously stepped on, and subconciously avoided all cracks for the rest of the day. It makes you walk kinda funny.
I bought milk on wednesday night. Its friday, and we've almost finished it. So much milk. Oy.
I ditched physics today. Oh I'm a horrible person. I don't know, its just ever since I realized that Thanksgiving was coming up I've been so reluctant to do anything scholarly. I mean, I've gotten all my work done, and I've been improving/advancing my arch project steadily, but I've been so like, I FUCKING HATE THIS the entire time. Oh school. I've decided I want sweatshirts from my friends schools. So if you want me to sport your school logo, buy me a cute sweatshirt and I shall pay you back. And you all know how badly you want a Wash U sweatshirt! Nah, I didn't think so. But thats ok. I shall get a Santa Cruz one, support the schewezter. Thats German for sister. Sorella is italian. Hermana, Spanish. My TA started talking to me in Hebrew yesterday. Oh language.
Hey PLTL, fuck you PLTL.
My project is the devil's project. I've realized I'm very defensive of it. It is my child, don't tell me to change it. But really, I make one move that changes the entire project, and then I've got to redo the whole thing. However, there were things I liked about my past projects, and now I have to get rid of them entirely, and I'm like wait! I was attached to that! No bueno. Change is bad. No, I do like change, as much as I resist it, its a good thing. Like how I changed location to come to STL for college, or how I change my underwear daily. Ha, no and it will be good change when I go off to grad school somewhere far away from here. NO. Must resist emo lj.
But isn't that all LJ is? I mean, I sit here and drone on about my boring life and talk about how I feel, when in reality, I hate feelings, and nothing has happened in my life that warrents documentation. Well, I'm sure there are a couple things, but not enough to have weekly updates on my situation. I have a good situation, and thats all I have to say about that. And if anyone was reminded of Dane Cook right there, I WAS NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT SITUATION. Dirty.
My thoughts have been pre-occupied lately. I can't function as a proper human being. Flaberghast. No really, I want to have some sort of intellectual conversation, but I can't because I'm thinking about something else ALL THE TIME. In this way, Jude the Obscure makes sense. Hardy knew what he was talking about. Sex is not a good thing. Is it weird that I'm uncomfortable when they talk about sex in class? I mean, we never talked about it at home, not that it was bad, its just not something that you talk about. And I get defensive when people bring up Catholics. Because Jude the Obscure kinda bashes Catholicism. And I get upset and offended and defensive. Why am I such a defensive person? I don't know. What about it? Huh huh? Wanna take this outside? Oh man. I need to slap myself.
Harry Potter came out today. Not out of the closet, but it was in theaters. I think once I see it, I will probably be thrown into that Harry Potter mood, where I become obsessed and read all the books and yea. I'm so easily swayed in that sense. Like I really will just find some niche, and just dive in completely and be completely passionate about it and revel in it, but then the next week, something else could send me in a different direction. I'm fickle, and thats ok. Its not like I ever stop liking Harry Potter, its just that I find something else to be excited about. However, with boys that usually gets me in trouble, or makes it easier. I can't decide. But this crush has stuck around for a while, though I've tried to get rid of it, it has. I don't like it, its a new sort of feeling and it needs to be crushed by the IRON FIST. [Insert Picture of Russian Megan Here.]
Oh I am listening to Enter Sandman by Metallica. Haven't heard this song in sooooooo long, yet I still remember all the words. I think it was the only Metallica song I ever liked, but I think EVERYONE liked Enter Sandman. My mind seems to be telling me its from a movie, but I'm not so sure about that. My mind is not a steal trap, more like a Brita Filter, just keeps the good stuff. Ah analogies.
Watched the OC last night. It has improved since the last two episodes, but I don't know. Its not on next week because of Thanksgiving. I'm looking forward to the Thanksgiving Day Parade. Joyous. Theres a bird who keeps whistling outside my window. This is when I wish I had a bb gun. You'll shoot your eye out! You'll shoot your eye out! I need to watch that movie soon. Also someone called our room this morning at 6:45 am. Whoever called that early is going to fucking die. Like I was so angry. I couldn't fall back asleep after that, because my mind just started running like it does. I hate it. I hate that I can't sleep like I used to. As soon as I wake up and have concious thought, its over for me.
Ok, I think thats it. Oh, except everyone will either be at Ashoka formal or CSA formal this saturday so I have a free night. Should I ask my crush to hang out? No, I will do that tuesday. I have a plan. And don't worry, its not a sinister one.