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What's so great about the barrier reef?
Feb. 10th, 2005 05:26 pmI am TEH BETS EVAR!
I got into Schwa!
I am now offically a Schwaling!
How many exclamation points can I use!
This answer is this many!
(For non-Whitties: Schwa is an acapella group.)
I got into Schwa!
I am now offically a Schwaling!
How many exclamation points can I use!
This answer is this many!
(For non-Whitties: Schwa is an acapella group.)
You'd love me if that were my rear end
Feb. 6th, 2005 10:32 pmAlone AGAIN, *un*naturally. Heh. They're at the movies. I a) had to work and b) didn't want to see Phantom of the Opera, so I am not feeling rejected tonight.
Also, I finished my paper, and I got called back for the audition I had yesterday, so I'm feelin' no pain. w00t.
And my cold is getting better. And we don't have chorale tomorrow, which would normally not be a good thing, but since I can't sing anyway, it will be nice to have the hour.
And this song kicks ASS.
And look, here are my housemates. Yay!
Also, I finished my paper, and I got called back for the audition I had yesterday, so I'm feelin' no pain. w00t.
And my cold is getting better. And we don't have chorale tomorrow, which would normally not be a good thing, but since I can't sing anyway, it will be nice to have the hour.
And this song kicks ASS.
And look, here are my housemates. Yay!
Alone again, naturally
Feb. 4th, 2005 10:21 pmUgh. Still all sick and icky. I don't know if I'll be able to sing for the audition tomorrow. I'll probably suck it up and try, but it might well be an exercise in self-mortification. Ah well. Lots of meds and a hot shower and an early bedtime for me!
I really need to make some new friends . . . With Ruty and Aspen out of the house, I don't have anything to do. Maybe I should cultivate freshmen or something. I ran into a few people today that I'd really like to know better. I should get on that. Meh.
Or I could just sit here and brood.
I really need to make some new friends . . . With Ruty and Aspen out of the house, I don't have anything to do. Maybe I should cultivate freshmen or something. I ran into a few people today that I'd really like to know better. I should get on that. Meh.
Or I could just sit here and brood.
Waiting for the other shoe to fall
Feb. 2nd, 2005 08:52 pmUgh . . .
I was right about the getting sick. I could barely talk today--I communicated with everyone in either mime or whispers. Perry was the best, though. He said: "Okay, so we'll pretend we had a nice conversation, and we'll just walk in silence."
Good things:
Got my finances sorted out, so I can actually eat at Reid now.
I'm currently caught up on my reading. (Which really means that I should be working on my document analysis for Schmitz, but eh.)
Scrabble tomorrow! Ooooh, so excited.
I was right about the getting sick. I could barely talk today--I communicated with everyone in either mime or whispers. Perry was the best, though. He said: "Okay, so we'll pretend we had a nice conversation, and we'll just walk in silence."
Good things:
Got my finances sorted out, so I can actually eat at Reid now.
I'm currently caught up on my reading. (Which really means that I should be working on my document analysis for Schmitz, but eh.)
Scrabble tomorrow! Ooooh, so excited.
Margaret blows the candle out
Jan. 30th, 2005 04:25 pmThis has been the weirdest week.
First, the stomach flu. Throwing up three times in twelve hours. That's bad.
Next, the Mikado. Getting a part. That's good.
Then, aunt dying very unexpectedly. That's bad.
Last, buying stuff and getting free girly makeup. That's good.
I'd say I broke even, except that death is totally the ultimate trump. It sucks, man. I loved my aunt, and I'll miss her, but the worst part of this is my dad. It was him and his sisters left of their family--his parents and all his older relatives are long gone--and now it's just him and Joanne. And he and Laura were a lot alike. I really wish I could do something to make it better for him.
Damn . . .
First, the stomach flu. Throwing up three times in twelve hours. That's bad.
Next, the Mikado. Getting a part. That's good.
Then, aunt dying very unexpectedly. That's bad.
Last, buying stuff and getting free girly makeup. That's good.
I'd say I broke even, except that death is totally the ultimate trump. It sucks, man. I loved my aunt, and I'll miss her, but the worst part of this is my dad. It was him and his sisters left of their family--his parents and all his older relatives are long gone--and now it's just him and Joanne. And he and Laura were a lot alike. I really wish I could do something to make it better for him.
Damn . . .
OH. MY. GOD.
I GOT IN!
I am IN the Mikado! IN! Four altos, and I am one!
What is that word Quinn and Kara use? Squee? SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I couldn't stop grinning when Dr. Bode told me.
Maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket.
I GOT IN!
I am IN the Mikado! IN! Four altos, and I am one!
What is that word Quinn and Kara use? Squee? SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I couldn't stop grinning when Dr. Bode told me.
Maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket.
I want you to be my love toy
Jan. 25th, 2005 12:48 amI got all my scholarship business done. I also kicked ASS at Mikado auditions. Ok, sure, there were only two altos there, but if I don't get a part and the other girl does . . . let's just say my faith in Dr. Bode's judgement will be gone.
In other news, this may be the funniest thing ever made: Touch my Tra-la-la! Certainly it is the funniest thing ever produced by Sweden. The equation is simple: mullet + molestache + Dan's sunglasses = comedy gold!
In other news, this may be the funniest thing ever made: Touch my Tra-la-la! Certainly it is the funniest thing ever produced by Sweden. The equation is simple: mullet + molestache + Dan's sunglasses = comedy gold!
He found it less exciting
Jan. 24th, 2005 10:23 amIn our reading today, the Persian army took the Greeks from behind.
Okay, so I am WAY too immature to be taking Ancient Greek.
Okay, so I am WAY too immature to be taking Ancient Greek.
Giving up giving a fuck
Jan. 24th, 2005 12:36 amI HATS teh scholarships. I HATS them. I just want to go to bed. Instead, I am up finishing this stupid application for a stupid scholarship. Doubly frustrating is the fact that I KNOW I won't get it. Gar. (Shut up, Ben.)
And Mikado auditions are tomorrow and I am TERRIFIED that Dr. Bode will make me sing that E-natural in front of other people.
And Mikado auditions are tomorrow and I am TERRIFIED that Dr. Bode will make me sing that E-natural in front of other people.
Elvis está vivo, me lo dijo un amigo
Jan. 20th, 2005 04:54 pm"Perhaps the most profound indication that a radical shift in the understanding of culutre was taking place--and, hence, a shift in the sense of man's relation to the world and to himself--can be seen in the Renaissance crisis of language, that basic instrument in the formation of culture. The first sign of that crisis was a growing uneasiness, at first among the most abstract thinkers but then more broadly, that the human vocabulary was failing to mirror the objective world. Words, it was widely lamented, no longer corresponded to things. This lament was often taken to mean that the vocabulary should be reformed so that this traditional identity could be restored: a demand, in effect, for a return to the dependence of culture upon external nature. But then an alternative solution to the problem began to unfold. Skepticism about the capacity of the human mind to grasp the structures of nature directly led to growing doubt about the possibility of such an identiy, to a recognition of the conventionality of language and its susceptibility to change, to the perception of language as a human creation, and eventually to the conclusion that, as the creator of language, man also shapes through language the only world he can know directly, including even himself."
--William J. Bouwsma, "The Renaissance and the Drama of Western History."
When I was a kid, the word "ladder" used to give me metaphysical crises.
--William J. Bouwsma, "The Renaissance and the Drama of Western History."
When I was a kid, the word "ladder" used to give me metaphysical crises.
If I only had a brain
Jan. 15th, 2005 09:39 pmHooray! Livejournal back! Self-worth validated once again!
Aspen is here, along with her mommy and French intern. Dan is also here. Good times. And Ruty tomorrow!
And if I don't see a Marta tomorrow, I will be VERY CROSS INDEED. (Remington, name that Red Dwarf reference!)
Snow!
Aspen is here, along with her mommy and French intern. Dan is also here. Good times. And Ruty tomorrow!
And if I don't see a Marta tomorrow, I will be VERY CROSS INDEED. (Remington, name that Red Dwarf reference!)
Snow!
Stephanie (Wells, for Ms. Mika's benefit) has come and gone, leaving me alone alone alone. *sad face* BATBAT I went to dinner with her and Monica, and Ayman joined us, and that was SUPER FUN. In fact, it was so much fun that I think I will make them do it again. And I talked to Aspen on the phone which makes me inexpressibly happy. And I have made some real progress on the stupid ASWC project--like six hours, which is about 3/4 worth of the money they've already paid me. That makes me feel better about taking it. And I'm hoping to persuade my parents to finance an iPod purchase. Don't know if they'll be willing to spring for $150, but that's a damn sight better than the $300 it costs for a new one . . .
Also, I've managed about half of a Times Sunday crossword all by myself with only a few helps from the computer. I feel smart.
Also, I've managed about half of a Times Sunday crossword all by myself with only a few helps from the computer. I feel smart.
So here I am, back in the land of onions and freezing fog. Mom took me grocery shopping, so now we can eat. w00t. Steph is here, too, which is SUPER. I don't like being alone.
I *must* get some work on the ASWC project done this week. Unfortunately, the TV spontaneously developed the ability to show me VH1. This is BAD.
Also, my room is a pit.
I went and priced textbooks in the bookstore. Ugh. This is not going to be pretty, kids. I need something like eighteen books, and I'm sure they'll average out to $15 apiece or so. Ugh again.
On the plus side, I unpacked, Steph is here, and I may feel up to doing laundry at some point.
I *must* get some work on the ASWC project done this week. Unfortunately, the TV spontaneously developed the ability to show me VH1. This is BAD.
Also, my room is a pit.
I went and priced textbooks in the bookstore. Ugh. This is not going to be pretty, kids. I need something like eighteen books, and I'm sure they'll average out to $15 apiece or so. Ugh again.
On the plus side, I unpacked, Steph is here, and I may feel up to doing laundry at some point.
From the wound a lovely flower grew
Jan. 6th, 2005 12:50 amI think it's good that my flist managed to cheer me up by agreeing that I'm condemned to life in a cardboard box.
Thanks, guys.
Thanks, guys.
It happens all the time in real life
Jan. 2nd, 2005 11:53 pmThis is cut so you don't have to read it if you're sick of me bitching about this stuff. Seriously, this is Mary in full self-pity mode.
( Insert whining about/fears of future here )
Resolved: no more reading Something Positive and listening to Steve Goodman late at night.
( Insert whining about/fears of future here )
Resolved: no more reading Something Positive and listening to Steve Goodman late at night.
How do you breathe?
Jan. 1st, 2005 09:40 pmI just got spam from "Mohammad B. Dunlap." *raised eyebrows*
Christmas was mellow, as usual. God bless my parents for making a tradition out of not going anywhere and being all lazy at home. It beats the hell out of traveling hither and yon.
It has been awesome seeing the few people who are around anymore. Andrea's gone now . . . I need to call David tomorrow. Remington, give me a ring if you see this.
I miss Whitman. I even miss Greek (and how sad is that). I've gotten too used to constant sleep deprivation. Of course, you'd never know it from my behavior here. Why is it that at school I can survive on five hours a night, but the moment I hit Moscow I seem to need a minimum of nine? Huh.
Question: do I want to go to grad school? I'm working on applying for a Bienecke, and more and more I find myself confronting the fact that I don't really know what I want to study. I mean, I know I want to study history, and ancient or early medieval history, but beyond that . . . The Hellenistic, which used to just fascinate me, no longer has quite the same mystique. Right now, I'm really intrigued by the later Roman empire, but maybe that's just a passing fancy, like the Hellenistic turned out to be. I don't think I have the attention span to write an honors thesis at this point. And that's another thing. I need to start thinking about a topic for my thesis. Gar.
Maybe I'll go read more webcomics.
Christmas was mellow, as usual. God bless my parents for making a tradition out of not going anywhere and being all lazy at home. It beats the hell out of traveling hither and yon.
It has been awesome seeing the few people who are around anymore. Andrea's gone now . . . I need to call David tomorrow. Remington, give me a ring if you see this.
I miss Whitman. I even miss Greek (and how sad is that). I've gotten too used to constant sleep deprivation. Of course, you'd never know it from my behavior here. Why is it that at school I can survive on five hours a night, but the moment I hit Moscow I seem to need a minimum of nine? Huh.
Question: do I want to go to grad school? I'm working on applying for a Bienecke, and more and more I find myself confronting the fact that I don't really know what I want to study. I mean, I know I want to study history, and ancient or early medieval history, but beyond that . . . The Hellenistic, which used to just fascinate me, no longer has quite the same mystique. Right now, I'm really intrigued by the later Roman empire, but maybe that's just a passing fancy, like the Hellenistic turned out to be. I don't think I have the attention span to write an honors thesis at this point. And that's another thing. I need to start thinking about a topic for my thesis. Gar.
Maybe I'll go read more webcomics.
I have just finished reading the best book in the UNIVERSE. Seriously. This book--The Aztec Treasure House by Evan S. Connell--is FANTASTIC. It's a collection of nonfiction essays on all sorts of topics--from Amundsen and Scott to the Etruscans to Mesa Verde. And all the pieces are beautifully written. I've been quoting it to anyone who would listen for the last two months. (I was busy, and I wanted to savor the read.) Here, I'll give you an example: "It is well known that scholars fight like spiders in a bottle over the interpretation of artifacts and crumbling parchment, and medieval Norse explorations have particularly excited their testiness, making it almost impossible for an ignorant reader to know which gray eminence to believe." (From "Vinland Vínland"). Exquisite.
Go out and buy this book. Check it out from the library. Buy three copies (one for you, one to lend, and one as insurance for when your copy falls to bits). It is wonderful. It gets Mary's highest rating, and a personal recommendation to Dan and Remington.
Go out and buy this book. Check it out from the library. Buy three copies (one for you, one to lend, and one as insurance for when your copy falls to bits). It is wonderful. It gets Mary's highest rating, and a personal recommendation to Dan and Remington.
