Why can't we all be a little bit more like M.I.A.??



All I wanna do is BANG BANG BANG BANG
And take your monayy.

..minus the armed robbery, of course.

I think everyone could use a little more of Michael Cera in their lives as well.


Adorable, jaw issues and all.

Right so, what was with all this fuss over Dead Poets Society? I saw it and was rather underwhelmed.. well, besides the fact their lives were eerily similar to ours. Yeah so here's to hoping I don't end up shooting myself with some idiotic, omg-he's-like-Jesus crown on my head.

 
Though really with finals these days, it's tempting.

I'm come to realize that the only thing worse than a Boston accent is a Chicago accent. The Boston accent almost sounds pleasant in comparison. Who woulda thunk it.

Can someone tell me why I have so much work due in the next two weeks? Better yet, how about someone enlightens me as to why I'm not capable of sitting down and doing any of this work despite these looming deadlines?

I've discovered that Boston University has a People Watching Club.. I MUSTjoin this group. People around Wellesley are too busy, I dunno, doing things to appreciate the fine art of people watching. Leave it to the university with a Facebook group dedicated just to that random guy  who runs the length of Comm Ave everyday to create such a school sponsored club.

To assimilate immigrants or to not? That is the question. I can't write three pages on this shit, really.

Don't see The Mist. It's a pointless movie.

I'm planning to vist the MFA in the near future. I think I'm lacking culture 'n' such.

Tomorrow is the last day of vacation. This is ridiculousss. 

I have the song Your Ex-Lover is Dead by Stars on repeat these days. I just love it. It's romantic.. but realistic. The song is sad in an absolutely beautiful way.

There's one thing i want to say, so i'll be brave
You were what i wanted
I gave what i gave
I'm not sorry i met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say

I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.


Speaking of emotion and such, after having completed a paper on "Upon Westminster Bridge" I have decided Williams Wordsworth may in fact be the original emo kid. Yes, his poetry is slightly better than your average skinny jean wearing 15 year old but no one can deny it is somewhat melodramatic with all these great feelings he experiences as he gazes upon.. well anything really. London, the ocean, his pet dog Fido - all monumental, practically religious experiences for this guy. He even LOOKS the part - would this or would this not pass as quite the HXC myspace profile pic:



(Cue the wrist slitting)

As for my social life, the frat parties are about as fratty as ever. Horribly mixed music, beer pong, barely dressed girls and sticky floors - nothing says a good time like that, right? I've had about my fill of seeing couples 'dancing' but in reality just dry humping each other in a very drunken sort of way. The parties this week were slightly more interesting than usual taking into account the costume factor. I especially enjoying seeing The Three Blind Mice - all with matching ears and Ray Charles-esque sunglasses - walking along Mass Ave. 

One issue to take up with many of the guys I've met at these gatherings - can we NOT ask the question "Does anyone want to dance?" It's far more flattering and less awkward.. for us at least.. if you ask one girl, not the entire group. I understand you go to MIT, and are very familiar with the idea of probability ("If I ask five girls at once, one at least will say yes") but I prefer not to be addressed as just part of a collective. The only guy I did dance with this weekend did ask me, thank you very much, and he was amazingly cute too. Possibly too good-looking, but hey it was only for the night. Or really one song.. cuz when 'Thriller' came on, do you really think I was gonna grind to that? Well he did, but I put him down easy. No worries. It's a shame though, looking back I suppose I should have danced with him more.. after Thriller of course.. because he was quite the dancer and because he was so tall he would sort of bend his head down so his face was right next to mine. I liked this. Guys should do this more often. End of story.

Swing dancing is coming to a close.. and it's been quite the experience. I have danced with many a sketchy individual, learned many a dance moves and am getting very tired of using the phrase 'many a'. We solved the mystery of my dance teacher's middle name and why he insists on saying the middle initial every single time he introduces himself. It turns out it stands for random middle name which I can't pronouce, he took out his license to prove it, so then the question was why he liked it so much. He insists the letter K gives a 'punch' to his name.. okk, man. He was fun to talk to though and in general a fun person. I certainly wouldn't mind going to a few of his lessons in the future at Harvard and the like.

So I believe this entry has gone on far too long but I suppose I can continue it tomorrow maybe? Til then, Happy Halloween folks. 

PS. GOOO SOOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
(and Pats, of course :-) ) 

I'm in such a puppy punching mood.

Can we stop listening to Colin Meloy's complete collected works, PLEASE? It is in fact possible for there to be too much of a good thing, and yes on the 20th straight Decemersts song you have crossed that line. 

In other news, why the fuck I addressed my email to a HAVARD NEUROSCIENCE PROFESSOR 'Salutations' escapes me. I like the word, it has nice connotations for me you know, Charlotte's Web and all. Too bad she probably will think it's spam/I'm crazy. I can't unsend it and I can't resend it and I can't really even deal with the situation now.

To add to my problems I have Yoga in 5 minutes and I don't want to do anymore damn downward facing dog poses. I'm not a dog. I'm a person. Who can't bend that way.

And wheree the helllllll is Donna?! I need to bitch about all this to her and she's off doing something worthwhile while I sit here sulking in my dorm.

GAH. That's all I have to say. 

I never remember Livejournal being this depressing.

Back to reading Harry Potter, I suppose.

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Fabulous fabulous time last night, people. I'm surprised that despite the fact I had been waiting a whole year with ridiculous expectations of one day, it somehow exceeded them. How is that even possible? Thunder and lightening as the clock ticked down to midnight probably had something to do with it. Getting my ears peirced finally may also helped, even if I did get one too many weird looks clutching a teddy bear. Heather's magically expanding Ford Ange- I mean, Taurus was quite cool, while the men that Karina and I KNEW where hiding in the bushes to rape us weren't. But somehow we found this hilarious. The man we said hi to who responded by staring at us like we were potential criminals and shielding his wife from us - even better. We may have just rescued Karina from her mom before she started breathing fire, and we sped off  - at a responsible speed of course - half singing half shouting Happy Birthday. Once we all arrived we may have been a bit timid about going into the hookah bar, but I marched right up those steps because it was my birthday and I was gonna hookah dammit! I was greeted at the top of the stairs by a dark, crowded and smoke filled room, and taking it all in - literally - I immediatly gagged. Good sign I think! We got a table eventually, and after flagging what down what seemed like an endless stream of (beautiful, oh so beautiful) waiters one got us started. Hint - do not inhale! And avoid the mixed fruit, bleh. Overall though, very interesting experience. I guess my night wouldn't have been complete without the waiter overhearing it was my birthday and bringing out a slice of balclava with a candle stuck in it. Authentic middle eastern birthday tradition I'm sure. Once again I got Happy Birthday sung to me although this time it was half the restaurant singing, the frat guys next to us who seemed far far too good at smoking serenading me extra loud. Apparently they spent a great deal of the night looking over at our table - because of Amy's sick nasty dance moves, obviously. We left in a bit of a rush, but seeing as we could not find our car nor after that our way out of Providence, it was in fact all a little pointless. I enjoyed the view though very much - and by view I mean the cute boys from Brown University who ride bikes around town at midnight. We saw an awesome party too - one that I think I could have gotten into with my birthday status and goodlooks of course. On the way home the stars were insanely bright but I was interupted as I was gazing up at them by the two rude men driving next to us who apparently were racing our car without informing us. Don't start a fight you can't win bitchess. They turned off the highway before they were humiliated by a 4'11" girl in a Taurus. Good choice guys. Once everyone who needed to be dropped off was, we headed over to Wendy's. Never did fake fried food taste so good. I got around to opening my presents, and alas Suzie bought me FOUR, yeah I said it, FOUR packs of oatmeal chocolate chip cookie mix. Thanks to Susan, I'll be fat AND happy now. Kevin also gave me a very nice card which is hanging on my window and a gift card to the mall which needs to be used stat. The best part of my night may have been arriving home, and my parents not being mad at me for getting home at 1 AM. Or getting a ride with a driver other than themselves. Just happy to see me. Spectacular I think.

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Today was the European History AP. Surprisingly painless. The best part was coming out of the school to realize that it is in fact summer. Green leaves, flowers in bloom, how did I not notice this before? Suddenly it seems like high school is over with. My obligations to the school are nearly over with.. just a few more weeks of homework, a final or two and I'm out of there. Amazing feeling. :-D

Just for kicks.. I tried to take a picture of the view outside my window to prove it's summer.. but I got the focus wrong and all I proved was that I can't take a picture. Super.



Happy Friday everyone.