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Loves/Hates

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 06:43:03 GMT

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.

JENNA HAS THE BEST LJ POSTS EVAAHH.

Sat, 08 Dec 2007 00:34:36 GMT

..so I cut and pasted, yeah.

FOOD:
Lemon Thai+ Felipe's Taqueria in Harvard Square = PURE DELICIOUS.

MOVIES:
Heathers. "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, do I look like Mother Teresa?"

'DRESS' WEAR:
Nothing.

TV SHOWS:
Tila Tequia!
Bring back the Italian!

DA BEARSSSS.

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:07:01 GMT

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.

When's There's Nothing Left to Burn, You Have to Set Yourself on Fire

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 20:51:12 GMT

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 :-) )

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 05:13:26 GMT

SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD.

Don't Mind Me

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 22:48:25 GMT

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.

(and death is no parenthesis)

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 07:09:20 GMT

Fuck, fuck. and.. fuck.

This may be my best livejournal entry yet.

Age of Consent

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 00:34:28 GMT

I am officially obsessed with:

Nutella. Our dining halls stock it and it is FANTASTIC. I could eat it raw.

The Cuddle Shuddle. I love the Senate Bus like no other, it tops off every night to coast home with the skyline of Boston behind us, the hip hop turned up and the bus driver giving us another one his overly long but quite entertaining speeches. "Thanks for riding with Peter Pan, and have a safe night." We applauded last time.

Stronger - Kanye West ft. Daft Punk. Everytime I hear this song I have an overwhelming urge to get up on a table and dance.

Polical Science. We have class discussions I'm actually tempted to join in on.

The Christian Science Building. The most gorgeous place in Boston, period.

Swing Dancing. Do it.

Now off to do some less pleasant activities, namely English hw. Goodbye y'all.

Where's My Mind?

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 01:52:31 GMT

I feel like this is an appropriate time in my life to post a livejournal entry..seeing as my life will change dramatically in next five days and I haven't really even given this that much thought.

I mean, if I did my head would probably implode. I start over completely. New friends, new classes, new experiences - let's just go with new life. This is amazingly exciting and yet.. well, how can one not be worried. These girls are rather frightening - I know in god knows how many essays and interviews and whatever else I said how wonderful it would be to surround myself with people who achieved so much, you know it would inspiring or something, but in reality it's just intimidating. I may be pyching myself out - I most definitely am on second thought - but c'mon it's hard not to feel a little weird about the whole thing.

Plus I've got all these stupid little details to worry about, like getting the right sized laptop bag and changing phone services and waiting for the damn atm card in the mail. It's just all distractions and yet it's convienent in that I don't have to worry about the big picture as much.

I've spent the last couple of days really hanging out with friends and having a good time with them. It's melodramatic to say it's the last time we'll hang out - of course we'll see each other after - but the fact does remain this is the last time everything will be like it always has. Who knows how people will change, for better or worse you know. Hopefully my closest friends will remain so though, I would hate to lose them.

We visited Providence for the last time last night, and somehow that made it more concrete that we're leaving. Thayer Street and Brown really are some of my favorite places - I always feel young there I guess. If I ever get in a rut, it's nothing eating Cold Stone creamery on the steps of the Medical Department and people watching can't fix. Everyone there is living life to the fullest and it's refreshing you know. I hope I find somewhere somewhat similiar in Boston, I dont know what I'm gonna do all year without it.

Well I guess this entry has gone on long (and pointlessly) enough, I should get a start on all that laundry. Thanks for listening, and I hope you all have a great year whatever you end up doing.

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 23:17:17 GMT

I never remember Livejournal being this depressing.

Back to reading Harry Potter, I suppose.

Happy Birthday to Me

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 04:19:17 GMT

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.

After a day at the beach

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 12:43:39 GMT

I look like a freaking umpa loopa. :(

Should turn into a nice tan though. :)

"Is Lindsey wearing a thong?!"

Sun, 10 Jun 2007 22:44:12 GMT

This week has been terrific. Some pictures..

Mysterious stains on bus seats..

Lindsey's shoes are almost as cool as her.

No, we are not in Nebraska.

Skirts and wind do not mix.

Trust me, I don't understand this picture anymore than you do.

Lindsey is God, obviously.

Oh, Nhi.

A long way down.

Um?

So where's that rain everyone was talking about?

Perhaps they meant raining caps?

Freckles.

Goodbye AHS. You and your ratty old stadium buildings will be missed.

The Science of Sleep

Mon, 21 May 2007 01:48:21 GMT

Well, this weekend has been quite an interesting one. It seems like the last two and a half days have lasted a lifetime, and I'm not quite sure why but hey, why complain.

Friday consisted mainly of hiding in a practice room with lots of band music and a bag of ruffles (which, idiodically enough, we are now in debt to Munroe for). I ended up staying after going through dusty shelves and attempting to make sense of the nonsensical aka the band music organizing system. I left eventually, after having a rather detailed discussion with the Trombone sectional people (amazingly enough I think I accomplishmed more then they did) until my mom came to pick me up. (She was home, by a miraculous turn of events.. or because my brother was sick, same difference.)

Later that night was our Flute Choir sleepover. Quality as usual. Red Eye is still good seeing the third time - nothing like a homicidal Cillian Murphy to get a party going - while the clips of Human Giant made it nearly impossible to breath, me and Karina were laughing so hard. I may have lost a few braincells.

Saturday morning we got up unpleasantly early, so I opted to skip the first few shows of the Drama Festival to catch up on my sleep. I woke up at 1, which gave me approximately 10 minutes to make myself presentable to get down to the school. No worries, I made it in record time to see The Babysitter. Very creepy. And of course there was the f-bomb thrown in for good measure. Super.

Later that night me and Suzie spent some quality time in Borders being the freeloading music freaks we are. Why buy Spin when you can just read the best bits in the cafe for free. A boy sat across the room from us, and then moved closer to the table in back of us, where I could see he was studying a 'Guide to Picking the Right College for YOU,' a book which he was partly holding down with his bright purple cast covered arm. I felt bad for him on various levels.

Today I went to Melissa's Graduation party and had a better time than expected. Lots of cake, Pirates of the Carribean and ghost stories. Then me and Suzie went to my house to watch The Science of Sleep. A slow sort of movie but still an interesting one, for a few reasons. First of all, the main character looked like this:

and secondly, I could relate to both him and his.. friend/crush/girlfriend. They couldn't quite understand each other, only that they were meant to be together. Deep huh? (-minus the Gael García Bernal fangirling of course)

And so that concluded my weekend. I still haven't wrote about Sunday's concert, but I will sometime in the near future. It's safe to say that it definitely was one of my better, if not the best, that I've been to.

But for now, toodles. :)

Ouch.

Fri, 11 May 2007 22:30:36 GMT

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.