I love WEDDINGS. oh man... this long weekend of thesis writing I registered for TheKnot just to look at WEDDING planning stuff. (It now says, "Welcome Em and ??" cause I don't have a groom. Alas). Cause I spent my procrastination time, instead of watching tv or staring into space, just being really really ahead of the game on WEDDINGS. I have it all planned out, but do I want a periwinkle blue, or a minty green theme? Do I want bold, vibrant orangey flowers, or elegant white flowers? Sensual Mediterranean summer evening feast, or fresh and dewy spring afternoon affair? Whatever it is, my future husband better have damn good taste (or succumb to mine) cause our WEDDING is going to be tizzight. Juuuuuuuust perfect. I hope his mother isn't a bitch, though. :( God, I've finally cracked. I knew it would be spring quarter of my senior year. Call an ambulence, please. I'll recover over the summer and come back in fine form during the fall. A month with my nonna and two count them two cousins and sleeping in the same bed with my dad should shape me up. That's... five people... in a house with 2 double beds and a single bed. Will someone have to sleep with my nonna? Eww, she smells of perfume all the time, and is so musty. So if she sleeps in the single... If I sleep with my female cousin, my dad will have to sleep with Sam, and ewww. But if I sleep with my dad (ewww) Rachel will have to sleep with Sam, and eww, it's too Maeby/George Michael, plus she has a boyfriend whose nothing like Steve Holt. FORGET IT. I'm sleeping on the couch. >_< God! Family. Hmm I bet my reader skipped that last bit cause it was gross. Still there, reader?
All I have to say is that I feel guilty (big surprise) because I'm gonna hafta skip work again tomorrow to finish another paper. For the third time, I think. I THINK they had memorial day off, so I didn't miss monday. But here's the thing -
1) I'm not getting credit OR money
2) I can make the hours up after school ends, and I've made up all my hours except five so far. That's just two days after school ends.
So I'm basically doing them a favor, right? Right. But...
1) I made a commitment
2) This isn't the first time I've flaked (if it was I wouldn't be dithering) and
3) I want a good letter of recommendation from this. :/
okaaaaaaaaay, time to email boss. Ewwww. But THAT was boring. yeah, this is a boring blog. It was a boring week in a boring life... but NEXT week... one of these people.............. will die.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
hey liz
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Liz!
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The average human spends about 30 days during their life in liz!
It's bad luck to put liz on a bed.
During the reign of Peter the Great, any Russian nobleman who chose to wear liz had to pay a special liz tax!
Liz is the only bird that can swim but not fly.
99 percent of the pumpkins sold in the US end up as liz!
Contrary to popular belief, liz is not successful at sobering up a drunk person, and in many cases she may actually increase the adverse effects of alcohol.
The pharoahs of ancient Egypt wore garments made with thin threads of beaten liz!
Liz can squeeze her entire body through a hole the size of her beak!
The canonical hours of the Christian church are matins, lauds, prime, terce, sext, none, liz and compline.
If you put a drop of liquor on liz, she will go mad and sting herself to death!
Thursday, May 04, 2006
any relation?
Greg Grunberg is Eric Weiss, a CIA agent (awesome) on Alias. He's also on Lost. He's also Jewish, of course, although people always think the name "Grunberg" is German - the word is German, but it means "green hill," and Jews took the name because when they were living in villages they didn't have last names, so when they moved to the cities they took the names of notable landmarks around which they lived, apparently. Grunberg, Greenberg, Goldberg, etc. No Icebergs that I know of :(
Anyway now I have an "in" if I decide to go the hollywood route. Which of course I get calls to do every day. Naturally. Naturellement.
I got a dress for $65 today. According the label, it was 100% silk. And although it felt expensive, it felt kind of a good deal too, because it was silk and from Macy's, after all. Although Nordstrom's is a lot fancier than Macy's. I went to both and you can just feel the different the minute you walk in. Nordstrom's smells like Givenchy perfume and Macy's doesn't really smell like anything, and also the lighting's different.
Liz, hello? Can you hear me? Because you should update your blog.
Anyway now I have an "in" if I decide to go the hollywood route. Which of course I get calls to do every day. Naturally. Naturellement.
I got a dress for $65 today. According the label, it was 100% silk. And although it felt expensive, it felt kind of a good deal too, because it was silk and from Macy's, after all. Although Nordstrom's is a lot fancier than Macy's. I went to both and you can just feel the different the minute you walk in. Nordstrom's smells like Givenchy perfume and Macy's doesn't really smell like anything, and also the lighting's different.
Liz, hello? Can you hear me? Because you should update your blog.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
Perils of Office Work
It occured to me that this magazine internship I'm doing marks the first time I have worked in an office, a rite of passage surely (though usually for people older than myself). Judging by the scenes of office frustration and carnage found in the morning comics, it's also a staple of life for Middle America, and also outer and inner America (we live in outer America in western Washington, correct?)
Anyway, a few weeks ago I told Liz about our then new orange cubicles and she mentioned having romanticized cubicles. Some might consider it alarming to harbor views on office furnishings that could be described as "romantic." However, one of the benefits of having unusual friends is that you have odd things in common. I, too, romanticized cubicles. Having the unenviable trait of becoming nostalgic about, well, almost everything in my past, and rosy-eyed and dreamy about possible ideal situations in my future (but downright pessimistic about the present), I had of course given some fleeting thought to the perfectly charming way to organize an office cubicle: a vase of color-coordinated flowers here, perhaps bright yellow daffodils (or even a single sunflower); a tasteful wall hanging there, photographs of friends and loved ones, a little sanctum in office life that would, as a whole, resemble the kind of unforced camaraderie and mutual teasing - even in the face of adversity - that is to be found in the better sitcoms. Office cubicles aren't the only idealized visions of the future I have had, but this is not the time to go into the others. Suffice it to say that only one - of a very large amount - involves Jason Bateman. Better not to ask re: notanasshole Mr. Darcy (sigh). (No, I tell a lie! It just occured to me, there are two for Jason - in one vision, I am his wife. In the other, I am on his, alas now-defunct, show's screenwriting staff. Oh, btw, conversation between me and Greg:
Me: "We should write some material for the 15-minute intermission that the two ladies are supposed to be talking through; and personalize it for EEP."
Him: "Yeah, we could do that. But who do we have that's a good writer?"
Tobias-like falsetto: DOUCHE-CHILL!)
But back to the topic of hand, the refreshingly fascinating subject of cubicles. Here's the rundown:
Anyway, a few weeks ago I told Liz about our then new orange cubicles and she mentioned having romanticized cubicles. Some might consider it alarming to harbor views on office furnishings that could be described as "romantic." However, one of the benefits of having unusual friends is that you have odd things in common. I, too, romanticized cubicles. Having the unenviable trait of becoming nostalgic about, well, almost everything in my past, and rosy-eyed and dreamy about possible ideal situations in my future (but downright pessimistic about the present), I had of course given some fleeting thought to the perfectly charming way to organize an office cubicle: a vase of color-coordinated flowers here, perhaps bright yellow daffodils (or even a single sunflower); a tasteful wall hanging there, photographs of friends and loved ones, a little sanctum in office life that would, as a whole, resemble the kind of unforced camaraderie and mutual teasing - even in the face of adversity - that is to be found in the better sitcoms. Office cubicles aren't the only idealized visions of the future I have had, but this is not the time to go into the others. Suffice it to say that only one - of a very large amount - involves Jason Bateman. Better not to ask re: notanasshole Mr. Darcy (sigh). (No, I tell a lie! It just occured to me, there are two for Jason - in one vision, I am his wife. In the other, I am on his, alas now-defunct, show's screenwriting staff. Oh, btw, conversation between me and Greg:
Me: "We should write some material for the 15-minute intermission that the two ladies are supposed to be talking through; and personalize it for EEP."
Him: "Yeah, we could do that. But who do we have that's a good writer?"
Tobias-like falsetto: DOUCHE-CHILL!)
But back to the topic of hand, the refreshingly fascinating subject of cubicles. Here's the rundown:
- Decorations in my cubicle = 0
- Number of people who have gotten sick in the office lately, probably resulting from disgusting orange cubicle color = at least 4
- Crumbs on my cubicle desk resulting from daily peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich = Innumerable
So, you see, I have been brought crashingly down to earth re: cubicles. After all, how do you color-coordinate with bright orange? (That's a question that is better left unanswered). But I have been adjusting to the other norms of office life.
- If one has a question for one's superior, it is perfectly normal to email them about it, even if they are in an office only five feet from your cubicle. Walking into their office every five minutes is unnecessary and even unadviseable. However, to communicate with the rest of the drones on the "shop floor," you just talk.
- Employees of city magazines refer to each other by their first names only.
- When anyone mentions deadlines, laugh and roll your eyes to the ceiling.
- When anyone mentions Seattle magazine, go "chuh!," give a tight half-smile, and roll your eyes to the ceiling: disguising deep murderous feelings with ironic facial expressions.
- When anyone mentions Steve, senior editor and resident gay person, giggle and roll your eyes, but not to the ceiling. Steve operates an office "call center," where he will dial random extensions on speakerphone and ask the victim random questions such as "Would you like us to deliver you a free copy of Seattle Metropolitan magazine? WE PUT THE CITY IN YOUR HANDS!! (insert random cackling in the background, indicating the possibility of more than one male person in Steve's office). (Random employee responses to this practice: (a) "Steve, what do we pay you for? Do some work." (b) Excessive, uncontrollable laughter, possibly flirtatious except that Steve is gay. (c) Hang up on Steve. (d) "Sure, send me free stuff!" One of the above responses was mine. Hint: It was (d).)
- Keep several internet windows open at once: one or two work-related, and another for email/blogs/random fun. Keep your mouse on the "minimize" tab at all times as you never know when the art director - by which, of course, I mean "Stephen" - will stick his head over your shoulder and ask whether you're particularly busy or whether you could possibly spare some time to italicize every description in a list of 256 significant people in Seattle history. "It'll be fun!"
- "It'll be fun!" is Seattle Metropolitan-speak for "It's complete drudgery of course, but that's how journalism goes, sucker!" "Fun, huh?" asked by another intern whilst you are fact-checking, is code-speak for "You've been spending the past two months working on the history issue while I've been being hung up on by immigrant teenagers working in mini marts when I try to ask them whether or not they sell produce, thus ascertaining whether they should be included in the real estate issue's list of grocery-stores-by-neighborhood. Well, welcome to the wonderful world of fact-checking, sucker!!" Incidentally, the correct response does not involve complaints. Overall, Seattle Metropolitan employees appear incapable of using the word "fun" in anything other than an ironic context, and its use should be met with trepidation. (If the sentence also includes "Microsoft Excel" - sheer terror).
- Conversations between editors and their guests on the "shop floor" do not concern you, so don't appear to be eavesdropping. Eyes forward.
- If you call someone with a silly-seeming question - "Excuse me, Executive Director/Representative/Esteemed Academic/President of the United States, but I was wondering in what year you were born"; or "I'm trying to find out the total number of acres in Kirkland city parks!" (Response: "Oh my God.") - it's best to be excessively perky and polite. Key phrases: "Oh, thank you so much!" "Ooh, thank you for calling me back!" "How are you?" "Well, I really appreciate your help!"
- It's good to be on the phone every so often, as it makes you look assertive and busy.
Remarkable.
Monday, April 10, 2006
So I guess I should update my blog
I saw a burly soldier today nonchalantly sipping a Strawberries and Cream frappucino. It made me happy, although I admit it's not the most breathtaking or original of poetic images. But if there's one thing I appreciate, it's a man with a frothy pink drink. No, that's not true. There are lots of things I appreciate more than a man in a frothy pink... no, with a frothy pink drink, but I am really tired right now. Or not so much tired as confused and lethargic. Although I wouldn't say no to curling up into bed with a mug of hot chocolate and something really fluffy to read. Ohhhhhh, I'm making myself tired. Aaaaaagh.
At the magazine last Thursday, the editor (in chief), Katherine, came up behind me and started talking about the publisher, Nicole, who btw has terrible taste imho with her freaking ORANGE, but anyway, Katherine said Nicole loves the history issue, layout, readability, and "especially the photos," which I worked on a lot. I was all "Yay! A kudo!" Also, I got an assignment today to write a real article. Huzzah for me. The other two interns are bonding over their shared young adult experiences, though, and I'm just like uhhhh? The only thing we all have in common is (a) our hatred for the orange cubicles and (b) lovins for Arrested Development. It's weird how with some people, you just click and always seem to find stuff to talk about. Like the weather or anything, and there's comfortable banter. And with others, you're trying to fill this gaping hole of silence and you say something about the weather and the other person's like "Yeaaaaaaah, The Weather." And it's all awkward. It's like non-sexual chemistry. God, I'm not making much sense, huh? But we've (me + other interns) exhausted the conversational possibilities of the orange hate, so I'm thinking of moving on to point (b), Arrested Development, and coming up behind one of them, massaging their shoulders and doing the "Heeeeeeeeey, co worker!" in the Buster voice. But that would suck if they didn't get it. I'd be an eternal pariah and people would always glance over their shoulders when I entered a room. Ironically like Buster. Poor guy!! In other office stuff, my mom was just telling me how she hates work parties and birthday parties at work, and I was thinking Well, I love that idea! I wish I worked in a place where people would sing and give me cake and Kelly (receptionist and by that I mean Office Manager) just sent an email today asking for birthday dates so we could have little cake get togethers, and I was all, yaaaay! But I may not be there on the 21st. I'll have to wait to stop for the summer until the 22nd, or something. They'll probably figure that one out.
Speaking of boring stuff like offices and school, isn't it weird that I should choose some super obscure topic for my thesis - legal pluralism in Egypt, namely - then find another girl in the 13-person group is doing the same thing? I nearly jumped out of my skin when I opened the file and saw "Legal Pluralism in Egypt" as her title. So she was the person I just requested five books from online. Hmmm.
I saw on a Harry Potter news site the other day (oh, quiet, you) that JK Rowling had updated her website with stuff about skinny celebrities and Pink's Stupid Girls song, and also about how hard it was to find normal lined paper in Edinburgh. Well, I'm on the treadmill at the Y and what should I see but a CNN broadcast about "The Skinny from Rowling" or some such thing. And this morning in the paper there was an item about how she can't find paper in Edinburgh. Wow, that woman has clout. Clout, such a nice word. Like a big club in a Gary Larsen cartoon. With lumps and thorns. Bring it down on somebodys head. Your enemy's head. CLOUT.
Okaaaaay I think I'm gonna zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
At the magazine last Thursday, the editor (in chief), Katherine, came up behind me and started talking about the publisher, Nicole, who btw has terrible taste imho with her freaking ORANGE, but anyway, Katherine said Nicole loves the history issue, layout, readability, and "especially the photos," which I worked on a lot. I was all "Yay! A kudo!" Also, I got an assignment today to write a real article. Huzzah for me. The other two interns are bonding over their shared young adult experiences, though, and I'm just like uhhhh? The only thing we all have in common is (a) our hatred for the orange cubicles and (b) lovins for Arrested Development. It's weird how with some people, you just click and always seem to find stuff to talk about. Like the weather or anything, and there's comfortable banter. And with others, you're trying to fill this gaping hole of silence and you say something about the weather and the other person's like "Yeaaaaaaah, The Weather." And it's all awkward. It's like non-sexual chemistry. God, I'm not making much sense, huh? But we've (me + other interns) exhausted the conversational possibilities of the orange hate, so I'm thinking of moving on to point (b), Arrested Development, and coming up behind one of them, massaging their shoulders and doing the "Heeeeeeeeey, co worker!" in the Buster voice. But that would suck if they didn't get it. I'd be an eternal pariah and people would always glance over their shoulders when I entered a room. Ironically like Buster. Poor guy!! In other office stuff, my mom was just telling me how she hates work parties and birthday parties at work, and I was thinking Well, I love that idea! I wish I worked in a place where people would sing and give me cake and Kelly (receptionist and by that I mean Office Manager) just sent an email today asking for birthday dates so we could have little cake get togethers, and I was all, yaaaay! But I may not be there on the 21st. I'll have to wait to stop for the summer until the 22nd, or something. They'll probably figure that one out.
Speaking of boring stuff like offices and school, isn't it weird that I should choose some super obscure topic for my thesis - legal pluralism in Egypt, namely - then find another girl in the 13-person group is doing the same thing? I nearly jumped out of my skin when I opened the file and saw "Legal Pluralism in Egypt" as her title. So she was the person I just requested five books from online. Hmmm.
I saw on a Harry Potter news site the other day (oh, quiet, you) that JK Rowling had updated her website with stuff about skinny celebrities and Pink's Stupid Girls song, and also about how hard it was to find normal lined paper in Edinburgh. Well, I'm on the treadmill at the Y and what should I see but a CNN broadcast about "The Skinny from Rowling" or some such thing. And this morning in the paper there was an item about how she can't find paper in Edinburgh. Wow, that woman has clout. Clout, such a nice word. Like a big club in a Gary Larsen cartoon. With lumps and thorns. Bring it down on somebodys head. Your enemy's head. CLOUT.
Okaaaaay I think I'm gonna zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Monday, March 27, 2006
Shallow post
Hmm... now that was a boring spring break. Oh, and Sasha Cohen lost the world championships again. I'm completely over figure skating - tired of getting my heart broken, you see. (But why, Sasha?! Whyyyyy?!?!)
On the good side, I watched all of Arrested Development seasons 1 and 2. Is it extremely freaky that I think we should all give Jason Bateman some hot tea, because he is a Hottie*? That's right, so responsible yet disheveled. The bedhead CEO look, I think I like it. *Don't answer that; I don't want to be teased. Only if you agree with me.
See? You just want to unbutton him. And even when not playing Michael Bluth. Viz:
On the good side, I watched all of Arrested Development seasons 1 and 2. Is it extremely freaky that I think we should all give Jason Bateman some hot tea, because he is a Hottie*? That's right, so responsible yet disheveled. The bedhead CEO look, I think I like it. *Don't answer that; I don't want to be teased. Only if you agree with me.
See? You just want to unbutton him. And even when not playing Michael Bluth. Viz:
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Sunday, March 12, 2006
stuff
I slept in till 10.15 this morning, but it felt like much later. I was surprised when I checked the time and found that I hadn't been tossing around in bed until some ungodly hour, because that's what it felt like - weird and decadent and surreal. I guess I was having weird dreams, like the night before, but I can't remember most of them. I think, in my dream, Woody Allen was hosting the Oscars, and I was reporting on it for the magazine. But I wasn't doing a good job of it. They were disappointed, I think. He spent most of the time doing really elaborate performances of the "Best Song" nominees, and didn't have enough time to get through the other awards.
I know - weird.
Yesterday in the mail I got my UPASS for next quarter (that's right, they do love me as much), the Vegetarian Times magazine which is kind of disappointing, and the Jackson School's student services winter bulletin, which is kind of scary - it's all about graduating. Also, I realize I had better decide what my thesis is going to be about before next quarter. Still, I kind of think this writing and researching thing is what I do best, so I'm semi-excited about it: as excited as you can be about a multi-month, 65-page paper, anyway, which is not hugely excited.
Task Force is finished. The presentation went down really smooth. I kind of wish people had spent more time on the little things with their papers to make our report look better, because I wasn't able to do it all in the two days I had after all the final drafts, bibliographies etc., came in, and before I had to hand the CD into the copy center. But overall, it was great, I was really lucky with the group and the professor. Having no fake ID, I didn't get to be the token underage drinker at the Emigrant after the dinner. Apart from it being a Jackson School tradition, I was most looking forward to Scott, the prof, getting tipsy on free shots... haha. He's a really nice guy - sent us a sweet email afterward, probably a good father, also really smart. Definitely one of the best teachers I've had at UW. The others are... um... Jon Herron was a good prof, but I didn't know him well. Resat Kasaba was a good lecturer. Noam Pianko was really nice, but I wouldn't say he blew me away. George Behlmer was honest, funny, and committed to his work, and he's definitely up there. Migdal is Migdal and I have him again next quarter.
Oh, and global warming is bad news...
Yesterday, I hung around UW while Liz was taking her final: read some of that bad book on Reading People, slept on a bench, saw the most hideous bridesmaid dresses I've ever seen, including those ones people post on the internet, and wondered if they were a joke (but they COULDN'T be!) I wandered around thinking "wow, I'm close to graduating and I don't even feel like I've gone to college." Not a good feeling.
Liz very nicely agreed to go to Araya's, a Thai restaurant, which was really good. Well, I'd go back. We bought stuff to make salad, and made salad. My parents, me, and Sharon went to a Thai restaurant for dinner (le sigh). Mmmmkay... I really have nothing else interesting to say. Only that I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.
I know - weird.
Yesterday in the mail I got my UPASS for next quarter (that's right, they do love me as much), the Vegetarian Times magazine which is kind of disappointing, and the Jackson School's student services winter bulletin, which is kind of scary - it's all about graduating. Also, I realize I had better decide what my thesis is going to be about before next quarter. Still, I kind of think this writing and researching thing is what I do best, so I'm semi-excited about it: as excited as you can be about a multi-month, 65-page paper, anyway, which is not hugely excited.
Task Force is finished. The presentation went down really smooth. I kind of wish people had spent more time on the little things with their papers to make our report look better, because I wasn't able to do it all in the two days I had after all the final drafts, bibliographies etc., came in, and before I had to hand the CD into the copy center. But overall, it was great, I was really lucky with the group and the professor. Having no fake ID, I didn't get to be the token underage drinker at the Emigrant after the dinner. Apart from it being a Jackson School tradition, I was most looking forward to Scott, the prof, getting tipsy on free shots... haha. He's a really nice guy - sent us a sweet email afterward, probably a good father, also really smart. Definitely one of the best teachers I've had at UW. The others are... um... Jon Herron was a good prof, but I didn't know him well. Resat Kasaba was a good lecturer. Noam Pianko was really nice, but I wouldn't say he blew me away. George Behlmer was honest, funny, and committed to his work, and he's definitely up there. Migdal is Migdal and I have him again next quarter.
Oh, and global warming is bad news...
Yesterday, I hung around UW while Liz was taking her final: read some of that bad book on Reading People, slept on a bench, saw the most hideous bridesmaid dresses I've ever seen, including those ones people post on the internet, and wondered if they were a joke (but they COULDN'T be!) I wandered around thinking "wow, I'm close to graduating and I don't even feel like I've gone to college." Not a good feeling.
Liz very nicely agreed to go to Araya's, a Thai restaurant, which was really good. Well, I'd go back. We bought stuff to make salad, and made salad. My parents, me, and Sharon went to a Thai restaurant for dinner (le sigh). Mmmmkay... I really have nothing else interesting to say. Only that I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
SASHA!!! WHY?!?!?!
It was the pressure.
It was not the lack of training, concentration, or skill. To pick yourself up after a fall and skate a flawless second half, fighting exhaustion, groin injury, and the knowledge that you've blown your chances for gold, just shows the amount of strength and concentration that girl has. Miss Sore Russian Loser fell too, but the media focus will be on Sasha, that she's betrayed her potential "again" even with an Olympic silver medal. But she worked hard and she is still #1 in the world in my eyes. I just hope her career isn't over. There's great things in your future, Sasha! If you give up, the sport will be doomed to mechanical Russian robot-type zombies, unartistic American teenagers and Japanese skaters with no fire or emotion.
Stay in the game, girl.
It was not the lack of training, concentration, or skill. To pick yourself up after a fall and skate a flawless second half, fighting exhaustion, groin injury, and the knowledge that you've blown your chances for gold, just shows the amount of strength and concentration that girl has. Miss Sore Russian Loser fell too, but the media focus will be on Sasha, that she's betrayed her potential "again" even with an Olympic silver medal. But she worked hard and she is still #1 in the world in my eyes. I just hope her career isn't over. There's great things in your future, Sasha! If you give up, the sport will be doomed to mechanical Russian robot-type zombies, unartistic American teenagers and Japanese skaters with no fire or emotion.
Stay in the game, girl.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Figure Skating. >->
I have gone crazy. I am obsessed with figure skating. It's not because of the Olympics - I've been watching all season, since the Campbell's Classic in the fall. It's because of Sasha Cohen: beautiful, artistic, full of energy and attitude, she rocks my socks!!! She won nationals for the first time last month, but she had the flu, and was slow. So there I was yesterday at work, casting furtive glances behind me and to the sides, pulling up the Torino 2006 window that automatically refreshes itself every time new marks are posted (Italy, of course, is 9 hours ahead of us, which I'm sure NBC regrets very much). Just my luck, Sasha was the last to skate, and someone strode by as the second-to-last lady was about to take the ice: "Editorial meeting! Editorial meeting, everyone!" So I sat in the meeting, laughed at the editors' jokes (which are quite witty, actually), and twenty minutes later, what do I see but Sasha's in first place, above Miss Russian Perfect Gold Medal Favorite. YAY! I try to remain dignified (fortunately my boss is finishing a story and is firmly ensconsed behind his frosted-glass door).
Because the overpaid executives over at NBC (who I'm sure are all fat. Ha.) decide to intersperse the most popular Olympic event with really thrilling sports like bobsledding and, get this, curling, Sasha didn't come on until after 11 pm. But wow! Woweeee! Spectacular! (Video at nbcolympics.com). So now I'm gearing up for the same tomorrow, only much more pressure, because it's the long program, and will decide everything, and Sasha doesn't have a triple-triple jump and the other top ladies do. But I will still be at my desk at the magazine, heart beating like mad, refreshing the Olympics page every few minutes. As long as she hangs on to those jumps - and skates with abandon - anything can happen. That's right, folks. And now, the end of my little figure skating hoopla. I am so busy right now (task force editing - six papers to do! - introduction to write, history paper to write (UGH)) but I can't help but be caught up in this competition.
GOOD LUCK SASHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Because the overpaid executives over at NBC (who I'm sure are all fat. Ha.) decide to intersperse the most popular Olympic event with really thrilling sports like bobsledding and, get this, curling, Sasha didn't come on until after 11 pm. But wow! Woweeee! Spectacular! (Video at nbcolympics.com). So now I'm gearing up for the same tomorrow, only much more pressure, because it's the long program, and will decide everything, and Sasha doesn't have a triple-triple jump and the other top ladies do. But I will still be at my desk at the magazine, heart beating like mad, refreshing the Olympics page every few minutes. As long as she hangs on to those jumps - and skates with abandon - anything can happen. That's right, folks. And now, the end of my little figure skating hoopla. I am so busy right now (task force editing - six papers to do! - introduction to write, history paper to write (UGH)) but I can't help but be caught up in this competition.
GOOD LUCK SASHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, January 13, 2006
PS - Internship
In other news, I am now a intern at the Seattle Metropolitan magazine, from this morning. I start Tuesday morning.
I like everything about it - the Portland magazine, the focus on writing and researching, the nice man who interviewed me, the pretty old building.
And the magazine is launching, which makes it even more exciting and scary.
I know I've been taken on solely for the history issue, but my hope is to try to make myself useful enough that I can work on more general, long-term aspects of the magazine. I'm not getting my hopes up, though.
I didn't get my hopes up about the interview, but I got the job. Other things that helped were the comforting presence of Liz and Greg in the conference room, and my stolen Harry Potter watch.
I like everything about it - the Portland magazine, the focus on writing and researching, the nice man who interviewed me, the pretty old building.
And the magazine is launching, which makes it even more exciting and scary.
I know I've been taken on solely for the history issue, but my hope is to try to make myself useful enough that I can work on more general, long-term aspects of the magazine. I'm not getting my hopes up, though.
I didn't get my hopes up about the interview, but I got the job. Other things that helped were the comforting presence of Liz and Greg in the conference room, and my stolen Harry Potter watch.
Unrequited love is the only kind that lasts.
But can it be love if you don't even know him? Of course not. It's not love, it's worse - it's a pathetic, debilitating, overpowering teenage crush.
Here's the story so far: girl sees boy. Girl notes idly that boy bears odd resemblance to well-known fictional character. Girl chuckles. Girl notices nothing unusual.
Girl begins to note how boy has thick dark hair, rosy cheeks and an intruiging personality. Girl starts sneaking sly glances at boy.
Girl tells friend about boy. Girl then notices that boy is not as quiet as originally thought. Girl observes boy's adorable smile, ready laugh and friendly demeanor.
Girl looks boy up on facebook, the UW people search, and Google.
Results disappoint.
Girl sits on bus, staring out the window, having fantasies about boy. Girl meets boy's parents. Boy puts arm around girl in movie theater. Boy and girl ice skate - surprisingly well. Boy and girl snuggle by generic fireplace, arms intertwined, talking late into the night.
Girl sees boy standing at one set of doors and promptly decides to use the other set.
Girl notes boy coming towards the building and hightails it out the other end.
Girl is sitting around, reading, feeling pretty good. Boy enters and immediately girl feels an ache in the general area of her chest. Girl feels very down, and keeps her eyes on the book.
Girl writes blog about boy.
He's so close - frustratingly so - all the time. But more significantly, he's very far away.
He's in another social set which I have made no effort to infiltrate. Do I try, merely for the sake of boy?
Do I take a time-consuming risk for someone I don't even know?
Do I do nothing, consigning myself to fantasy and regrets?
I know I can't talk to him without blushing. Quite aside from any attempt at flirting, I make every effort to appear invisible when he's in the room.
I'm not being melodramatic - I'm being honest. I don't think about him all the time; it's not that bad. But when I do, my thoughts are rather strong. And given I'm so picky about guys, shooting way above my attractiveness level, discounting most based on looks, personality, or both (or the fact that they aren't Mr Darcy), finding that I like and want one is startling.
Damn it! Why!
"A mighty pain to love it is,And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;But of all pains, the greatest painIt is to love, but love in vain."
Here's the story so far: girl sees boy. Girl notes idly that boy bears odd resemblance to well-known fictional character. Girl chuckles. Girl notices nothing unusual.
Girl begins to note how boy has thick dark hair, rosy cheeks and an intruiging personality. Girl starts sneaking sly glances at boy.
Girl tells friend about boy. Girl then notices that boy is not as quiet as originally thought. Girl observes boy's adorable smile, ready laugh and friendly demeanor.
Girl looks boy up on facebook, the UW people search, and Google.
Results disappoint.
Girl sits on bus, staring out the window, having fantasies about boy. Girl meets boy's parents. Boy puts arm around girl in movie theater. Boy and girl ice skate - surprisingly well. Boy and girl snuggle by generic fireplace, arms intertwined, talking late into the night.
Girl sees boy standing at one set of doors and promptly decides to use the other set.
Girl notes boy coming towards the building and hightails it out the other end.
Girl is sitting around, reading, feeling pretty good. Boy enters and immediately girl feels an ache in the general area of her chest. Girl feels very down, and keeps her eyes on the book.
Girl writes blog about boy.
He's so close - frustratingly so - all the time. But more significantly, he's very far away.
He's in another social set which I have made no effort to infiltrate. Do I try, merely for the sake of boy?
Do I take a time-consuming risk for someone I don't even know?
Do I do nothing, consigning myself to fantasy and regrets?
I know I can't talk to him without blushing. Quite aside from any attempt at flirting, I make every effort to appear invisible when he's in the room.
I'm not being melodramatic - I'm being honest. I don't think about him all the time; it's not that bad. But when I do, my thoughts are rather strong. And given I'm so picky about guys, shooting way above my attractiveness level, discounting most based on looks, personality, or both (or the fact that they aren't Mr Darcy), finding that I like and want one is startling.
Damn it! Why!
"A mighty pain to love it is,And 'tis a pain that pain to miss;But of all pains, the greatest painIt is to love, but love in vain."
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Thursday, December 15, 2005
meaningless blog
Yay my last final is done! Now if I can only forget that grades will be published by Christmas, things'd be good. "Common People" by Pulp is a fun song. I didn't connect with any of my professors this quarter. This is just a bunch of unconnected sentences. I think I should wear more black.
Snape! Oh no! Should I be worried? Will I be killing Dr. Sisko any time soon? But maybe we'd have an unspoken agreement about it, you know.
You scored as Severus Snape. Well you're a tricky one aren't you? Nobody quite has you figured out and you'd probably prefer it stayed that way. That said you are a formidable force by anyone's reckoning, but there is certainly more to you than a frosty exterior and a bitter temper.
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Snape! Oh no! Should I be worried? Will I be killing Dr. Sisko any time soon? But maybe we'd have an unspoken agreement about it, you know.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
The Blog for Liz Project
I have so much shit to do today, so here I sit writing a blog. Let's break it up into sections. BAM.
'Harry Potter Premiere' by Team Innocent feat. Sinclaire
Fun times, definitely. Feels like way more than two weeks ago. Loved seeing all the crazy fans together (although was slightly dismayed by the rap-off/let's get ourselves on TV scream-fest going on at the front of the line). Impressed by the way the IMAX staff had decorated the theater for us. Enjoyed running down the ramp into the theater, though I'd lost my voice by that point (talking too much, clearly!) Was very excited to see the movie; left the theater satisfied. The good was that the actors are maturing, Ralph Fiennes was an excellent Voldemort, the Yule Ball and the jokes were funny and the special effects and cinematography (Quidditch world cup!!) were three million times better than the first two movies. The bad was when the licorice snaps attacked Harry and made him get to the Pensieve (W.T.F., who the hell decided that would be a good way to advance the plot), when the dragon suddenly forgot how to fly and breathe fire and decided to scrabble around on the shingles instead, and when Ron says something about dragons at the end. As if that's important now that Voldemort's back. Come on, people, the dark lord has risen again! The ugly was... erm... Madame Maxime eating something from Hagrid's beard? Funny, though.
Actually, I do need to get working now so that's all I have time for at the moment. To match the theme of this Blog for Liz, I leave you with a Harry Potter Joke:
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
You know.
You know who?
Exactly. Avada Kedavra!
'Harry Potter Premiere' by Team Innocent feat. Sinclaire
Fun times, definitely. Feels like way more than two weeks ago. Loved seeing all the crazy fans together (although was slightly dismayed by the rap-off/let's get ourselves on TV scream-fest going on at the front of the line). Impressed by the way the IMAX staff had decorated the theater for us. Enjoyed running down the ramp into the theater, though I'd lost my voice by that point (talking too much, clearly!) Was very excited to see the movie; left the theater satisfied. The good was that the actors are maturing, Ralph Fiennes was an excellent Voldemort, the Yule Ball and the jokes were funny and the special effects and cinematography (Quidditch world cup!!) were three million times better than the first two movies. The bad was when the licorice snaps attacked Harry and made him get to the Pensieve (W.T.F., who the hell decided that would be a good way to advance the plot), when the dragon suddenly forgot how to fly and breathe fire and decided to scrabble around on the shingles instead, and when Ron says something about dragons at the end. As if that's important now that Voldemort's back. Come on, people, the dark lord has risen again! The ugly was... erm... Madame Maxime eating something from Hagrid's beard? Funny, though.
Actually, I do need to get working now so that's all I have time for at the moment. To match the theme of this Blog for Liz, I leave you with a Harry Potter Joke:
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
You know.
You know who?
Exactly. Avada Kedavra!
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Tacoma-U District Bus
I already knew my bus, Route 586, was a veritable hive of Health Sciences/Medical Center employee chit chat and bonding, but I never knew it meant quite this much to those riders who consider themselves part of the "Living Room." In 586 lingo, the Living Room is the seats facing each other up front, always full of chatter and animated discourse. The Bedroom is the back, where people study and sleep. I always sit in the Bedroom. Have I missed out on a true community by being so reclusive? I have to say that most of the student-age 586ers, like me, prefer to remain silent on their daily commute, while the 25-and-much-older UW employees have a real discussion going. Sometimes I appreciate their cheer of a morning, and other times, they make me want to... well, fall asleep. It's 7.56 am, for crying out loud. What's with all the friendliness? Perhaps this attitude has manifested itself in my outward behavior as only other students (never the Chattering Classes) have asked me about myself. Or maybe the Chatterers only talk to fellow oldies?
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Piroshky Piroshky
I have lots to do, but I didn't get any of it done today. Why?! It'll just mean a crazy day tomorrow. I'm applying for Alternative Spring Break in El Salvador. One week building a school or laying water lines in some remote community with outhouses. On the plus side, the food is vegetarian, so no roasted cat, or whatever they eat in El Salvador. On the other hand, admissions are rolling, they close on Friday, I haven't written most of the application and I may not get in.
I called Katie Leung, the actress who plays Cho Chang in Goblet of Fire. She's gorgeous! I always thought so! Go to Getty Images and search for her in the Editorial section.
I went to Piroshky Piroshky today, that Russian place in the market. The apple cinammon roll was really good, but my dad called (to ask what time I was coming home) as I was completing the transaction, and I think the Russian lady behind the counter was displeased that I was talking on the cellphone as I paid. I decided I like the street where all the shops are lined up one after another in Pike Place Market, but I dislike the indoor areas.
When I live alone, I'm going to create marvelous meals with fresh produce from the market, and cook them for hosts of guests in my spotless apartment. Or, maybe not...
I called Katie Leung, the actress who plays Cho Chang in Goblet of Fire. She's gorgeous! I always thought so! Go to Getty Images and search for her in the Editorial section.
I went to Piroshky Piroshky today, that Russian place in the market. The apple cinammon roll was really good, but my dad called (to ask what time I was coming home) as I was completing the transaction, and I think the Russian lady behind the counter was displeased that I was talking on the cellphone as I paid. I decided I like the street where all the shops are lined up one after another in Pike Place Market, but I dislike the indoor areas.
When I live alone, I'm going to create marvelous meals with fresh produce from the market, and cook them for hosts of guests in my spotless apartment. Or, maybe not...
Sunday, November 06, 2005
boursin cheese is the best
Sigh... The end of another weekend. I didn't do anything much - didn't want to face the rain-slicked freeway and the Seattle buses, nor stay on SinRyan's couch - but it was a good weekend nevertheless. I went shopping with my dad, who is such a nice guy, really. With my mum, I can try to be all girly, but she's incredibly outspoken, about what looks good and doesn't, she always likes to pick clothes for me (and calls them "a little outfit" - as if I'm seven years old, because I thought it was girls of that age who wore Little Outfits), and she limits herself to discount stores: TJ Maxx, mostly - because she prides herself on being frugal, smart and bargain-spotting. Oh, and she occasionally makes comments about my figure, which my dad would never do. When I go shopping, I prefer to wander the brightly-lit, music-filled mall department stores (Nordstrom, Macy's) than browse the chaotic back-aisles of cavernous TJ Maxx. Yes, that is irrational and spendthrifty, but it's just nicer to see cozy corners overflowing with scarves and hats and colorful tights, than the sales bins. Anyway, I got two tops - a V-necked red knit one which is my new favorite, and a striped pink/blue/purplish one which is remarkably like Liz's, so hopefully we won't wear them on the same day... Also, a new bra, and some maroon tights, and a pair of training sneakers for the gym, and, best of all, some low-heeled ankle boots, because walking around in them is so much better than anything else - they give you height, they look so flattering in jeans (much better than sneakers), they're black and subtle, and - oh, I don't know - the small heel puts spring in your step, sass in your walk, it just works, what can I say. The ones I really wanted were the softest leather, but they were $239 on sale, so I decided to pass. The mall was absolutely jam-packed - Nordstrom was having its Women's Half-Yearly Sale, and the women's shoe aisles were bedlam, shoes and boxes littered all over the floor, teenagers preening in mirrors and tottering around on high heels and bumping into each other, awkward men being strong and silent, indulging their women (wives and daughters) in their ruinous Cole Haan habits, saying "Uhhh, the black ones are cute, honey" as they disappear into the pink armchairs.
My dad said he wanted Montesquieueueueue's (remember him? That's right, Halvorsen History) Essays for his birthday, which made me feel rather guilty, as although I'm not an anti-intellectual, and really want to read and enjoy Literature, not for snobbish reasons or bragging rights but just because it's insightful, and important, but I wouldn't ask for something like that for my birthday. My mum may give them (Important Books) to me anyway, but not as the big gift, not the Main Attraction, which I prefer to be something of the electronic or clothing nature.
Anyway, my mum got home shortly after we came back from the mall, the earliest she's gotten home from work in weeks, and my parents watched KCTS Cooks, which is a pretty bad cooking show indeed, but they got all fired up about this recipe for Butternut Squash Soup, featuring Yams, Sweet Potatoes, Onions, Curry Powder, Nutmeg, & etc. Subsequently, my dad (after watching a four-hour Seahawks game with his friends. Ick. I mean, I thought he "didn't care about football." Right, no, he cares about anything involving a ball...) got all the ingredients, plus gourmet cheese, pate with truffles in, salami, and salad stuff, and they made dinner tonight. The soup was golden in color, Autumn leaves, and very cold-winter-nights-in-front-of-the-fireplace-with-a-cat-on-your-lap-reading-a-good-book-and-listening-to-jazz-whilst-the-snow-falls-outside-and-your-family-is-gathered-around-you-contentedly-with-blankets-on-their-laps-and-Mummy-is-knitting-sweaters-for-your-cousins-in-Maine, humming-contentedly-to-herself. That sort of soup. Except that we don't have a working fireplace or a cat, we never listen to jazz, snow?! This is Seattle for God's sake (sorry God) and Mummy hasn't knitted in God knows how long (oh whoops) although she does, in fact, know how, and is suprisingly and impressively competent at those Householdy things (knitting, sewing, even crocheting, cleaning, cooking especially...). Oh, and no cousins in Maine. Don't even know why I put that bit in. But anyway, it (the soup) was tasty, although a little thick. The gourmet cheese was the best part. Boursin is the best cheese ever, it's wonderful but completely clogged up with cholesterol and fat. Every bite is one part sodium to six-bajillion parts Fat. But does that moderate my intake of Boursin? No, no it does not.
So my parents are downstairs digesting their soup and pate and talking to their guests, the famous Sharon (my not-wealthy benefactor) and Debbie, my mother's good-natured friend, who also works in my dad's university, about the Plagiarism Scandal. There's been a Plagarism Scandal in my dad's department which has been the subject of constant discussion in my house. It involves Sex, both Licit and Illicit, Violence, Irresponsible Journalism, and Corruption and Intrigue at the Very Highest Levels of Power!!!!!!!! Oh, and Death.***
***To be fair, there has been no Violence or Death yet, although certain facts have yet to be revealed to the wider community, so it may still descend into a bloodbath. The UPS Administration is, perhaps, not the Very Highest Levels of Power, but oh well. Everything else is there, although there isn't an awful lot of of Sex, but there is some.
So, yeah. Gossip Galore.
Oh, what else? They assigned me to the Japanese Textbook Task Force (that's an International Studies requirement, very intense, Winter Quarter) although I really wanted Medicines in Third World Countries, or Covert Action with a former Johnson White House Staffer. But we can't always get what we want, as the Beatles say. :-( Japanese Textbooks it is, folks. Oh well... (makes hands into fists and mutters mutinously, Japanese-Bloody-TEXTBOOKS!) Also, I was accepted into Departmental Honors. So my plan for graduation is not ruined. Depending on my successful completion of Spring Junior Seminar, I will be writing a Thesis. A Senior Thesis. God help us all...
I'm thinking of getting my hair cut short. Not chin-length, that's the worst style for me, but short - as Dr.Sisko/Ariel style. I'm not going to do anything for at least a week and most certainly longer, so let me know what you think, readership... Liz. Also, personal-appearance wise, it has become increasingly clear to me that deep, royal red is my best color. Who'd a thunk it? But it is. Maybe it's the dark hair/pale skin combination? [That sounds rather disturbing, doesn't it? As in, "I'll have #5 - the dark hair/pale skin combination," said Hannibal Lecter menacingly, smacking his lips, "with a smattering of freckles, and a helping of medium-sized breasts."]
I've been randomly thinking of terrible B-names for cars. On the treadmill, mostly, to save myself from stultifying boredom and Rage Against the [Workout] Machine. Bennet? Maybe you should choose the name of a character from a book or movie you like.
So, I think that's a nice long blog for this week. Less whiny than the last one, but dear Lord, I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't, don't, don't, don't, DON'T!
Alright.
I also started writing a screenplay for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Yes, you read that right. Do you need to read it again?
I have started to write a screenplay for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which, incidentally, is 870 pages long.
I haven't actually written anything yet (and probably never will), I've just highlighted some lines and scenes that I think are indispensible. Beginning the pruning process, you know. But why, you ask. Why?!?!? After all, they already have a screenwriter. And he's already written a script.
Well, I dunno. I just thought it might be interesting, and I never have any ideas for writing. And I was pretty bored.
Oh, Liz? Two things. Somewhat related. (1) I'm really sorry that the picnic didn't work out. Friday was a bit of a dismal day and I know the little things can be upsetting - because they work that way on me too. I totally owe you Thunder Thighs Coffee. Probably even a doughnut, as well. (2) I would really like to help plan the dinner party. Boursin Cheese, the official website of Boursin (www.boursincheese.com) has a bunch of tips for parties under Entertaining & Recipes, and we could make invitations and set the table with flair and elegance, and invite lots of people, and it would be much fun. Although I have to admit, they scared me when they said,
"When your guests ask what variety of cheese you're serving, dazzle them by casually mentioning that Boursin® is authentic All Natural Gournay Cheese."
That wouldn't dazzle so much as alarm me, if I were a guest, but that being said, their tips in general are interesting.
Right, toodle pip.
My dad said he wanted Montesquieueueueue's (remember him? That's right, Halvorsen History) Essays for his birthday, which made me feel rather guilty, as although I'm not an anti-intellectual, and really want to read and enjoy Literature, not for snobbish reasons or bragging rights but just because it's insightful, and important, but I wouldn't ask for something like that for my birthday. My mum may give them (Important Books) to me anyway, but not as the big gift, not the Main Attraction, which I prefer to be something of the electronic or clothing nature.
Anyway, my mum got home shortly after we came back from the mall, the earliest she's gotten home from work in weeks, and my parents watched KCTS Cooks, which is a pretty bad cooking show indeed, but they got all fired up about this recipe for Butternut Squash Soup, featuring Yams, Sweet Potatoes, Onions, Curry Powder, Nutmeg, & etc. Subsequently, my dad (after watching a four-hour Seahawks game with his friends. Ick. I mean, I thought he "didn't care about football." Right, no, he cares about anything involving a ball...) got all the ingredients, plus gourmet cheese, pate with truffles in, salami, and salad stuff, and they made dinner tonight. The soup was golden in color, Autumn leaves, and very cold-winter-nights-in-front-of-the-fireplace-with-a-cat-on-your-lap-reading-a-good-book-and-listening-to-jazz-whilst-the-snow-falls-outside-and-your-family-is-gathered-around-you-contentedly-with-blankets-on-their-laps-and-Mummy-is-knitting-sweaters-for-your-cousins-in-Maine, humming-contentedly-to-herself. That sort of soup. Except that we don't have a working fireplace or a cat, we never listen to jazz, snow?! This is Seattle for God's sake (sorry God) and Mummy hasn't knitted in God knows how long (oh whoops) although she does, in fact, know how, and is suprisingly and impressively competent at those Householdy things (knitting, sewing, even crocheting, cleaning, cooking especially...). Oh, and no cousins in Maine. Don't even know why I put that bit in. But anyway, it (the soup) was tasty, although a little thick. The gourmet cheese was the best part. Boursin is the best cheese ever, it's wonderful but completely clogged up with cholesterol and fat. Every bite is one part sodium to six-bajillion parts Fat. But does that moderate my intake of Boursin? No, no it does not.
So my parents are downstairs digesting their soup and pate and talking to their guests, the famous Sharon (my not-wealthy benefactor) and Debbie, my mother's good-natured friend, who also works in my dad's university, about the Plagiarism Scandal. There's been a Plagarism Scandal in my dad's department which has been the subject of constant discussion in my house. It involves Sex, both Licit and Illicit, Violence, Irresponsible Journalism, and Corruption and Intrigue at the Very Highest Levels of Power!!!!!!!! Oh, and Death.***
***To be fair, there has been no Violence or Death yet, although certain facts have yet to be revealed to the wider community, so it may still descend into a bloodbath. The UPS Administration is, perhaps, not the Very Highest Levels of Power, but oh well. Everything else is there, although there isn't an awful lot of of Sex, but there is some.
So, yeah. Gossip Galore.
Oh, what else? They assigned me to the Japanese Textbook Task Force (that's an International Studies requirement, very intense, Winter Quarter) although I really wanted Medicines in Third World Countries, or Covert Action with a former Johnson White House Staffer. But we can't always get what we want, as the Beatles say. :-( Japanese Textbooks it is, folks. Oh well... (makes hands into fists and mutters mutinously, Japanese-Bloody-TEXTBOOKS!) Also, I was accepted into Departmental Honors. So my plan for graduation is not ruined. Depending on my successful completion of Spring Junior Seminar, I will be writing a Thesis. A Senior Thesis. God help us all...
I'm thinking of getting my hair cut short. Not chin-length, that's the worst style for me, but short - as Dr.Sisko/Ariel style. I'm not going to do anything for at least a week and most certainly longer, so let me know what you think, readership... Liz. Also, personal-appearance wise, it has become increasingly clear to me that deep, royal red is my best color. Who'd a thunk it? But it is. Maybe it's the dark hair/pale skin combination? [That sounds rather disturbing, doesn't it? As in, "I'll have #5 - the dark hair/pale skin combination," said Hannibal Lecter menacingly, smacking his lips, "with a smattering of freckles, and a helping of medium-sized breasts."]
I've been randomly thinking of terrible B-names for cars. On the treadmill, mostly, to save myself from stultifying boredom and Rage Against the [Workout] Machine. Bennet? Maybe you should choose the name of a character from a book or movie you like.
So, I think that's a nice long blog for this week. Less whiny than the last one, but dear Lord, I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't, don't, don't, don't, DON'T!
Alright.
I also started writing a screenplay for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
Yes, you read that right. Do you need to read it again?
I have started to write a screenplay for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which, incidentally, is 870 pages long.
I haven't actually written anything yet (and probably never will), I've just highlighted some lines and scenes that I think are indispensible. Beginning the pruning process, you know. But why, you ask. Why?!?!? After all, they already have a screenwriter. And he's already written a script.
Well, I dunno. I just thought it might be interesting, and I never have any ideas for writing. And I was pretty bored.
Oh, Liz? Two things. Somewhat related. (1) I'm really sorry that the picnic didn't work out. Friday was a bit of a dismal day and I know the little things can be upsetting - because they work that way on me too. I totally owe you Thunder Thighs Coffee. Probably even a doughnut, as well. (2) I would really like to help plan the dinner party. Boursin Cheese, the official website of Boursin (www.boursincheese.com) has a bunch of tips for parties under Entertaining & Recipes, and we could make invitations and set the table with flair and elegance, and invite lots of people, and it would be much fun. Although I have to admit, they scared me when they said,
"When your guests ask what variety of cheese you're serving, dazzle them by casually mentioning that Boursin® is authentic All Natural Gournay Cheese."
That wouldn't dazzle so much as alarm me, if I were a guest, but that being said, their tips in general are interesting.
Right, toodle pip.
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