Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
I wish my so-and-so Nephew would read my blog, 'cause then I could show him -- Riddles!
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10:00:55 AM,Monday 5 August 2002
In lab, he's Snape.
In lecture, he's Binns.
In person, he's Quirrell.
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09:53:22 AM,Monday 5 August 2002
"We all live in a capital H, orbiting Uranus out in outer space..."
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10:14:44 PM,Sunday 4 August 2002
In my untutored opinion, Randy Newman's Take Me Back (lyrics) is just freaking brilliant. It's everything a pop song should be. If you ask me. Which you probably shouldn't, 'cause what do I know about pop music? But... if you have the bandwidth, download it and listen to it and tell me if you think it's perfection or not, 'cause I'm interested. I can't quite figure out why I think it's so good. I just know I've been listening to it more than once a day for the last two weeks and every time I do, I sing along, and my face assumes the expression of the main character, and at the end of it I feel like I've chewed up some beautiful nasty truth about human beings, but the beat's still kicking me. Do you hear it the same way?
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07:32:14 PM,Sunday 4 August 2002
Two words whose meanings were different from what I thought they'd be from the sound of them: Automat. Sitzprobe.
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04:53:42 PM,Saturday 3 August 2002
"Dressing for Dinner" is an alien and inexplicable concept.
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01:57:27 PM,Saturday 3 August 2002
Garm bays loudly before Gnipa cave,
Breaks his fetters and freely runs.
The fates I fathom, yet farther I see:
Of the mighty gods the engulfing doom.
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01:13:54 PM,Saturday 3 August 2002
LESS SNOGGING, MORE BLOGGING!
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11:08:54 PM,Friday 2 August 2002
Well, I signed some checks. This fall, I get to live in a hotel, like Eloise! It smells a little odd, but it's pretty swanky. Though it has fake plants. I don't understand it... why spend all this money on shiny brass and marble and high ceilings and spit and polish and all that snooty stuff when you're going to spoil it all by putting fake plants in the lobby? Crazy Americans. Anyhow, it oughtta be groovy. The living room has a chandelier and a balcony. I haven't met my roommate yet, though. Her name is Tamara and she is a senior and that's all I know about her. Here's hoping.
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06:00:20 PM,Friday 2 August 2002
My speaker keeps intermittently crapping out. It was working fine 'til a couple days ago. But now every few minutes the little red light goes off and I have to shake it up and down for the sound to come back on. I'm not jostling the desk or anything. It's just, like, spontaneous, man. Huh.
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01:53:28 PM,Friday 2 August 2002
{Sound of a girl scrambling up onto the bandwagon}
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!
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10:35:51 AM,Friday 2 August 2002
Lascia ch'io mama!
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07:14:42 AM,Friday 2 August 2002
Sometimes it's almost terrifying what kind of effect my parents can have on my mood. I've been feeling like kicked luncheon meat all day. Down like I usually ain't, in a bad way. All teary-in-the-back-of-the-throat and frustrated and horrible, as you could probably tell from my recent bloggage. But my mom called, and I talked to her, and then I talked to my dad for a bit, and... man. I'm pretty happy now. They're just good. Out of the hundred zillion definitions of that word, they must qualify for a pretty healthy portion. They're good. I love 'em. Man.
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08:53:59 PM,Thursday 1 August 2002
T.I.W.B.I.L.W.: My drill sergeant, if I had one.
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07:28:05 PM,Thursday 1 August 2002
Either my will's too weak, or I don't want what it wants. Or both. I can give up anything you want me to; for this year, I don't need friends, or pleasure, or fun. You ask me to go without it, and I will. I only want to be able to work. I want to learn how to make myself do something diligently, not half-assed. That's all. Then why aren't I doing it? Can't I do it? I'm not wasting time with anything in particular. I don't play games or watch movies or even read books much anymore. I don't talk to people on the internet much. I stay in my room most of the day. And I still don't work. The hours just go away and I don't know what happened to them. I've shown up to all my classes, I've turned in all my lab reports on time, I sit there and listen and look at the chalkboard and wait for it to be over, and then I come home and sit in this chair until I'm tired and then I eat something and then I sleep and then I wake up and do it over. The maddening thing is, except for the parts when my brain has to work, all the rest of it is rather nice. It feels good to waste hours and hours of time. It's luxurious. It makes me feel rich, because I'm not even wasting it with anything in particular. Nothing fun or expensive or big enough all at once to be shot down as something that could be cut out. Just little minutes here and there and here and there, trivial things. Nothings. And all the time is mine. But I'm screwing up. I don't want to go back to Montana. I don't want to ruin any chance of being a doctor. I want to stay here and live out the year and do well. But I'm not doing it. I don't know why. It's the only thing I want, but instead of doing it, I'm doing nothing instead. What kind of exchange is that? Pointless, fruitless, worthless.
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05:41:57 PM,Thursday 1 August 2002
Argh.
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02:45:55 PM,Thursday 1 August 2002
Listening to "Goodbye, Porkpie Hat" naked in the dark and eating soggy pizza. Oh woe. Oh woe. Life is like rain, most languid. Ptttthhhhbbbbbt!
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12:06:30 AM,Thursday 1 August 2002
When my eyes are closed, I'm wide awake, but as soon as I open them, I'm exhausted. So I could study, but that requires sight, which apparently is inevitably accompanied by a claylike, gummy brain. Or I could try to sleep for a few hours and wake up at three in the morning or so to try it all again, but when I lie down my mind is suddenly very clear, alert, and ready for anything that might like to race through it of an evening. If I had my Chemistry text on audiobook, things would be perfect, but as it is... arrrgh.
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11:29:35 PM,Wednesday 31 July 2002
Two pictures kiped from Ariadne's collection:
Me and Sara, an unspecified place and time in New Mexico.
Me, graduating. Yup, I had nothing on but my cap, gown, sandals, and spectacles. Ain't I hardcore? (Answer: no, just embarrassing and negligent.)
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08:40:35 PM,Wednesday 31 July 2002
Why gamer geeks make kickass parents.
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04:36:15 PM,Wednesday 31 July 2002
