There were people playing Croquet on the lawn at Penn today. My friends thought it was very weird. I got very homesick.
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09:53:52 PM,Wednesday 6 April 2005
My shirt, while it smells "clean" also smells like it hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine since, oh, last fall, when you could wear short sleeved shirts. Most of my clothes smell like lavendar, right now, cause I just did laundry yesterday, and I have lavendar-vanilla fabric softener and these lavendar bags that you throw in the dryer and they make your clothes smell like lavendar. But not this shirt. No. It smells like stale clean.
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10:50:21 AM,Wednesday 6 April 2005
Also, today I learned how there is a Gates of Hell in the Philadelphia Rodin Museum as well as the Paris Rodin Museum. I guess when you're talking about making castings of something, it makes sense to make more than one.
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10:27:59 PM,Tuesday 5 April 2005
Events should often be held in museums. This is my new conclusion. It's fun to stand in a room surrounded by beautiful works of art, even if you are in uncomfortable shoes and listening to people explain that St. John's needs money.
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10:23:45 PM,Tuesday 5 April 2005
I was dressed in pants that are far to large for me and are belted up with this random striped sash and a tank top that's generally the wrong size, the straps are too long, and then it comes several inches above my bellybutton, while I did my laundry and did homework before showering and getting dressed all pretty. I dropped mail in the mailbox in that outfit, with my pants falling down and my hem of my shirt very high, and I walked past a woman in full conservative muslim garb (is it a burka?), wearing that full you can't see anything of this woman black outfit. I'm not sure I'd ever felt that self concious of my outfit before. I had dressed in "fuck it, I don't care, I'm dirty and cleaning, and so I will wear comfortable clothes.)
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05:17:30 PM,Tuesday 5 April 2005
Isn't there any real news? All I see in the headlines is stuff about the Pope and Terry Schiavo.
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11:40:50 AM,Friday 1 April 2005
Did they seriously just give me another gig, or are they joking?
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11:16:56 AM,Friday 1 April 2005
The sky is grey, and all my clothes are black.
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12:13:22 PM,Wednesday 30 March 2005
I want to wear pastels and have flowers. I woke up and it feels like Spring. I haven't actually been outside yet, or even opened my curtain, but I have a Spring feeling.
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12:10:41 PM,Wednesday 30 March 2005
The goat footed balloon man made me think of Satan or Pan, and neither one is something you want children skipping towards, and it disturbed me.
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10:53:00 AM,Wednesday 30 March 2005
it's spring and the goatfooted balloon man whistles far and whee
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10:52:07 AM,Wednesday 30 March 2005
Maybe at some point, George Lucas will realize that he has fans who hate the shit he's been adding to the original movies, and will put out a special collection of the original movies out on dvd.
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10:47:43 AM,Wednesday 30 March 2005
I have been awake since before 5. I am never awake before 5. I spent last night at my dad's house, rather than coming home yesterday, because it was pouring down rain, and it wans't supposed to do that today, and I frankly didn't feel like dealing with rain. My dad had a 7:30 flight out of Newark, which meant he could drop me off at the Newark trainstation, rather than me taking the bus into New York. And so I arrived, exhausted and slightly nauseous from being so tired, at Penn Station in New York right around 7. And then I found some nice perosn who directed me on how to get to the proper subway to get on the Chinatown Bus to take me home. I vaguely wished I hadn't had far too many bags (I went away for two days. I'd've been fine with only a backpack, but it was Easter, and so I took a suitcase, and that was jammed full. Mostly it was jammed full cause they gave me thistotally cool set of cards--stationary cards, not playing cards--as an Easter present, and it's in a big box that takes up most of my suitcase. Also, the Easter basket itself was pretty nifty, but it takes up space). But I have been watching Sex and the City lately (courtesy of Netlfix), and reading mindless chick-lit novels set in Manhattan, and it seemed like it would've been a lot of fun to window shop in Manhattan. But I was tired, and bogged down with bags, and so I stumbled off to the subway station, and got on the bus, and alternately slept and read American Gods. I thought I would be in rush hour traffic, but I was heading out of New York, so it was fine, and late enough in the morning that Philly's was over by the time I got there. I cannot concentrate on anything, except mindless fiction, and now I'm contemplating fried rice, as I haven't really eaten anything real all day. I feel tired, but not tired enough to, say, fall asleep before midnight, cause, oh, no, that would just, well, make sense, and lonely, and at this moment I miss Nate and Rebekah and Katherine so much I just spent time fussing around on verizon's webpage, trying to figure out how much it would cost to call the Eagles on that cell phone number Nate put on his website.
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09:26:57 PM,Tuesday 29 March 2005
Yesterday, as I watched TV and worked on Latin, I flipped through news channels, to see what was going on with this earthquake thing, they were doing stuff about Terri Schiavo. We're talking within an hour of a major earthquake, right. You know what's news? An earthquake that measures 8.whatever(3? 9?). You know what's not news? Terri Schiavo.
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11:00:25 AM,Tuesday 29 March 2005
There is a used bookstore near Penn (there are a few used bookstores near Penn, but I am writing about one). It is a Socialist used bookstore, or some other far left political philosophy. It is lovely. I swear, it's one of those stores that's never in the same place twice. I went in this afternoon. I was going to buy books to send to Katherine and to the Eagles. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to get for them, but I was sure I would know when I saw it. I thought, I will send Nate and Rebekah The Winter Prince (if Katherine wants it too, she can have it as well, but she's already read it), but they didn't have it. I nearly bought a copy of The Bacchae to send to Katherine (the one with Elvis on the cover) because after our Greek exam yesterday we did a sight translation excersize on one of Tieresias's speeches from The Bacchae (the one "there are two great gods for man the first is Demeter, who brings grain..." that is not the beginning, but that it the speech. It begins, essentially, "Pentheus, you are dumb and loud and shut the fuck up") and it made me think of Katherine. But the translation was unnatural sounding English, and so I let it be. I almost bought Ovid for Katherine, because she asked for mythology, but the book was huge and heavy, and so I left it there, without even checking for readability in English. I bought Anna Karenina, to read for myself, and then send to Africa when I'm finished, and I left. I had my headphones in the entire time, and was listening to Elliot Smith. I pulled them out when I was paying, and there was the Matthew Passion. The nice guy working there said the radio was playing it, cause it's Good Friday. It was lovely. I came home, and found it on the radio, and was very happy.
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10:17:04 PM,Friday 25 March 2005
I don't actually like reading excerpts from books before they come out. I do do it, though, and I tend to get frustrated. If I can get absorbed in something that quickly, it's infuriating (what? what the hell is with the lilacs? come on, tell me about the goddamn lilacs! for a couple of months before Night Watch came out and Tracy let me read it). I started to read the excerpt from Anansi Boys on Gaiman's site, and then I said to myself, hey, look, I'm going to buy the book in a few months. I'm just going to wait.
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09:36:18 PM,Friday 25 March 2005
It occurred to me that, especially when you don't pay for hot water and you have a claw foot tub, you can just go sit in a hot buble bath when you're feeling stressed out. You don't have to use it as anything other than a non-jetted hot tub if you don't feel like it. And so, I took nice long bubble bath and started rereading The Winter Prince, and now I'm in a less foul mood.
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10:59:44 PM,Thursday 24 March 2005
Maybe I should've gone to Cassie's circus thing.
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08:28:43 PM,Thursday 24 March 2005
My roommates are downstairs discussing Art and Intellectuallism/Academics. That sort of thing. They sound...I don't know. Like. I can't explain. It's too much for me, in the bad way. They were talking derisively about remembering what is said in books and allowing that to help form your point of view. "When I read a book, mostly what I remember is how it made me feel, not what was said." I mean, okay, granted, I can't remember Augustine like at all, but I know that I hated him, but...
I've been thinking about Elliot all day, and how glorious he is, and how I adore his pomposity, that you are being let in on some minor joke that you only understand if you've read enough or know enough about other languages. Disregarding "The Wasteland" and all it's convulted stuff, just minor things "do not ask 'what is it'" you read it, and you're like, fine, that makes sense, and then someone points out that that is a Plato reference, and...
I just wanted to watch stupid sitcoms. I'm a rotten mood. I don't want to be here. I really wanted to go to my dad's tomorrow so I wouldn't be here anymore. ((deep sigh))
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08:28:22 PM,Thursday 24 March 2005