i think i have decided.
lord willing, i will complete a joint major in linguistics and psychology.
there, world. now quit bothering me about it!
tentatively,
E.O.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
new haunts
the smell of henna and the sound of calm spanish music fills my room....
we are back.
the halls are different, the rooms are smaller (but have less closet space, so they feel bigger) but we are the same. with my group of friends, it feels almost like a home again. as a TCK, home is a pretty fluid concept for me. i remember last year people looked at me funny for saying i was going "home," meaning my dorm. they didn't realize that "home" to me pretty much means wherever my current bed happens to be.
so, here, i have a bed, i have a family of sorts, and i have my computer.
welcome home.
last night the school hosted the movie Star Trek (which is awesome, and if you haven't seen it, there is no excuse for you, go rent the DVD!) on a huge screen- we're talking at least 3m^2, if not more. It was held on the pool deck, and it was AMAZING! The night was cool, the ground was warm from being irradiated by the sun all day long, and the stars were out (ok, so they were blocked by the lamps to the tennis courts, but the point is they were THERE and we were UNDER them, watching STAR TREK). There were people swimming in the pool, but we did not join them (having generally decided earlier that we were too prickly, and didn't want to bother going back to find our bathing suits anyway), but instead laughed and talked about the movie from our comfy pool-side chairs (of course, we carried them back to their original places afterward- what kind of college event would it be without a little mandatory cleanup?). There was a general air of bonhomie and geekiness, and we discovered, to much hilarity, that G can't do the Spock salutation. Then we came back here and started henna, which is looking surprisingly dark. =)
It's been a good night.
that's all for now, folks.
E.O.
we are back.
the halls are different, the rooms are smaller (but have less closet space, so they feel bigger) but we are the same. with my group of friends, it feels almost like a home again. as a TCK, home is a pretty fluid concept for me. i remember last year people looked at me funny for saying i was going "home," meaning my dorm. they didn't realize that "home" to me pretty much means wherever my current bed happens to be.
so, here, i have a bed, i have a family of sorts, and i have my computer.
welcome home.
last night the school hosted the movie Star Trek (which is awesome, and if you haven't seen it, there is no excuse for you, go rent the DVD!) on a huge screen- we're talking at least 3m^2, if not more. It was held on the pool deck, and it was AMAZING! The night was cool, the ground was warm from being irradiated by the sun all day long, and the stars were out (ok, so they were blocked by the lamps to the tennis courts, but the point is they were THERE and we were UNDER them, watching STAR TREK). There were people swimming in the pool, but we did not join them (having generally decided earlier that we were too prickly, and didn't want to bother going back to find our bathing suits anyway), but instead laughed and talked about the movie from our comfy pool-side chairs (of course, we carried them back to their original places afterward- what kind of college event would it be without a little mandatory cleanup?). There was a general air of bonhomie and geekiness, and we discovered, to much hilarity, that G can't do the Spock salutation. Then we came back here and started henna, which is looking surprisingly dark. =)
It's been a good night.
that's all for now, folks.
E.O.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
this girl is...
...repeatedly fighting the urge to scream to the skies with all her might, bash her head against the wall, run 'til she can't run anymore, dance with all her might, break all her pencils...
Saturday, August 15, 2009
college student found guilty of heinous hair crimes against humanity
the title is basically the reason for this post. that and my sadness at being incapable of getting my hair back, or getting a really good haircut, or having the will to do anything to said hair except wash it regularly and brush it occasionally.
sigh.
I hate that in America it's not ok to not be ok. IT'S STUPID!!! Everyone is not ok sometimes. Life is not a bed of roses. Life is not instant gratification. Life is TOUGH, even when it seems like it shouldn't be.
My sister accused me of not letting myself be happy, because despite her repeated assertions (and belief) that my haircut is "cute," I insist that it is a cross between making me look like a boy and like a 40-something year old woman. Also because, as she interprets the situation, i knew perfectly well walking into that salon what I wanted, and didn't tell my hairdresser- so on top of not liking my cut, it's my own fault that the cut looks the way it does. Which is true, in a way. I knew that I wanted it to be beautiful, and easy to take care of. But, you know how ideals go. They're never quite attainable. And, in the case of my hair, they're vague and unformed and have something to do with a "trained hair specialist" (insert sardonic comment on THAT title here) telling me what will look perfect with my face.
Which of course means that I walk into the hair salon every three months or so, hoping for a miracle, and walk out to disappointedly realize that I somehow managed to get the exact same haircut I had before, only shorter. Sigh.
Of course, my sister had to confront me with this gem of an insight at 1AM, so it inevitably lead to some soul-searching on my part, and an overreaction in the shape of a fight. I hate fighting (real fighting, not bickering). Particularly because I can never say what I want to say in a way that my opponent (not even my sister, whom I've known since she was born) will understand. Which is a serious problem if you want to say, win a fight, or get your point across. So I end up mostly making frustrated "grr"ing noises, leaving the room, and finding a quiet place to sort out my thoughts and write.
...you know, maybe i'll just forsake hair-cutting altogether. It seems to lead to too much trouble.
over 'n out.
E.O.
sigh.
I hate that in America it's not ok to not be ok. IT'S STUPID!!! Everyone is not ok sometimes. Life is not a bed of roses. Life is not instant gratification. Life is TOUGH, even when it seems like it shouldn't be.
My sister accused me of not letting myself be happy, because despite her repeated assertions (and belief) that my haircut is "cute," I insist that it is a cross between making me look like a boy and like a 40-something year old woman. Also because, as she interprets the situation, i knew perfectly well walking into that salon what I wanted, and didn't tell my hairdresser- so on top of not liking my cut, it's my own fault that the cut looks the way it does. Which is true, in a way. I knew that I wanted it to be beautiful, and easy to take care of. But, you know how ideals go. They're never quite attainable. And, in the case of my hair, they're vague and unformed and have something to do with a "trained hair specialist" (insert sardonic comment on THAT title here) telling me what will look perfect with my face.
Which of course means that I walk into the hair salon every three months or so, hoping for a miracle, and walk out to disappointedly realize that I somehow managed to get the exact same haircut I had before, only shorter. Sigh.
Of course, my sister had to confront me with this gem of an insight at 1AM, so it inevitably lead to some soul-searching on my part, and an overreaction in the shape of a fight. I hate fighting (real fighting, not bickering). Particularly because I can never say what I want to say in a way that my opponent (not even my sister, whom I've known since she was born) will understand. Which is a serious problem if you want to say, win a fight, or get your point across. So I end up mostly making frustrated "grr"ing noises, leaving the room, and finding a quiet place to sort out my thoughts and write.
...you know, maybe i'll just forsake hair-cutting altogether. It seems to lead to too much trouble.
over 'n out.
E.O.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
make a wish...
so according to corny-type people/movies, everyone should have a list of stuff they want to do "at least once" in their lives. Oddly enough, I have been collecting such a list. And, in order that I may not forget it, here it is.
1. Look through an electron microscope (and know what i'm seeing, 'cause otherwise, what's the point?)
2. Stand on a stage, having finished something or other, and have people throw flowers at me (carnations? roses? doesn't really matter...)
3. Have a picture of mine bought & published in some sort of public venue.
4. dangit, i've already forgotten the fourth one... *sigh* oh well, if it's important enough, it'll come back.
over 'n out.
E.O.
1. Look through an electron microscope (and know what i'm seeing, 'cause otherwise, what's the point?)
2. Stand on a stage, having finished something or other, and have people throw flowers at me (carnations? roses? doesn't really matter...)
3. Have a picture of mine bought & published in some sort of public venue.
4. dangit, i've already forgotten the fourth one... *sigh* oh well, if it's important enough, it'll come back.
over 'n out.
E.O.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
for the record...
i lovelovelove the movie "Les Choristes"
in contrast, it reveals all sitcoms and romantic comedies and police-spin-offs for the ridiculous time-wasters that they are.
Clement Mathieu! May others like you populate the world.
in contrast, it reveals all sitcoms and romantic comedies and police-spin-offs for the ridiculous time-wasters that they are.
Clement Mathieu! May others like you populate the world.
Friday, August 7, 2009
things i don't need
...and which are being forcibly taken from me.
This summer it seems that I am losing things left and right. Things I don't need, but which I really enjoy and make my life fuller. So far I've lost my camera, respect for a friend (and through it, almost the entire friend), and just this morning, all my computer's pictures and all my documents (basically, all my personal info) were erased. It's like the thing woke up this morning and decided it didn't want to be my computer anymore, it would just throw all of me away. And it did. Fortunately, like most middle-class Americans, it didn't entirely get rid of the things it didn't want anymore, it just threw them in the trash. After all, out of sight, out of mind. They are currently being restored to their original positions, as my computer is not allowed to make that type of life-decision for itself.
This summer it seems that I am losing things left and right. Things I don't need, but which I really enjoy and make my life fuller. So far I've lost my camera, respect for a friend (and through it, almost the entire friend), and just this morning, all my computer's pictures and all my documents (basically, all my personal info) were erased. It's like the thing woke up this morning and decided it didn't want to be my computer anymore, it would just throw all of me away. And it did. Fortunately, like most middle-class Americans, it didn't entirely get rid of the things it didn't want anymore, it just threw them in the trash. After all, out of sight, out of mind. They are currently being restored to their original positions, as my computer is not allowed to make that type of life-decision for itself.
habits
why do I insist on staying up until I'm so tired I can't see straight before I'll go to sleep? I don't even do anything- boredom sets in around 8 o'clock, and continues until 1 or 2, and absolutely nothing gets done. no entertainment, no social connection, no work, no thinking... just emptiness that somehow makes the time melt away.
this has GOT to be an utter waste of time.
so where did this habit come from?
this has GOT to be an utter waste of time.
so where did this habit come from?
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