Last night, I escorted five lovely young communist boys around the house as they knocked on doors and tried to convert our residents to their cause.
Well, kinda.
You see, down the street is Stephenson Scholarship Hall, whose residents love to characterize their hall as the bastard stepchild of scholarship housing (although they have removed this claim from their website for some reason…). And while they always seem frustrated with other halls’ skeptic view of Stephenson’s priorities, they do have the most interesting ideas for their parties.
This time around, they’re throwing a Communist Bloc Party, with Tetris, vodka, and other fun things. Last time it was the Neanderthal Ball (“drink ’til she’s cute!”).
None of this improves their image, of course, but I find it endearing.
Posted: 12:58 am ·
Category: Sellards ·
Comments: 4
Today I interviewed the last (I hope!) two people for my journalism final, and and I realized they both typified two categories of interviewees.
The first is shy, but sometimes gives really good answers. And then says, “wait, um, you’re not going to put that in the thing, right?” And having to leave that really great, quirky, interesting little quote out of my story is quite frustrating.
The second provides excellent answers and understands that anything she says might be published and sets boundaries for her answers accordingly. For that, I love her. I’ll probably even close the article with a quote from this person.
And later, when I’m putting off actually writing the damn thing, a classmate calls for a last-minute interview. Apparently interviewing a roommate is a conflict of interest, but interviewing the kid that sits next to you and knows exactly what sort of quotes you’re looking for isn’t. So I’m babbling away what I hope are useful answers and thinking in my head, “I hope I’m in the good category. I hope I give him whatever nugget of information he still lacks at this late hour.”
My paper is still not done and it’s half past midnight, which is later for me than it is for other people. Because sleep is sacred and I won’t lose any just for a final in the most important class I’ve taken so far.
In short, nothing ever changes.
PS > It seems I’ve recovered my blogging mojo. How many of my old readers had given up on me?
Posted: 12:29 am ·
Category: Writing ·
Comments: 4
Me: Did you see that boy?
Her: Yeah, he was really cute.
Me: I was madly in love with him for three years in junior high.
Her: Yeah, he’s really cute.
Me: Problem is, he knows it.
Her: Oh.
Both: (sigh)
Posted: 10:32 am ·
Category: Boys ·
Comments: 1
If someone you’ve talked to online for years, though sporadically, randomly gives you their phone number and says to give him a ring, do you call him?
Without blocking caller ID?
I think I’m heading back into one of my impulsive phases.
Posted: 12:22 am ·
Category: Misc Friends ·
Comments: 3
For the record, I did not post this, but I sympathize completely. Girl, I’ve been there too.
(Molly: you’ll enjoy this.)
from MeFi
Posted: 8:18 pm ·
Category: Links ·
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So I’m back at my parents’ house for the weekend to take care of all sorts of business.
I get the distinct impression that I’m overdue for some serious meditation on some serious issues, but lacking the time and space to actually do it.
And I feel obligated to answer the question of why I’ve posted so little over the past several months.
Maybe it’s that I have so many decent distractions now that blogging isn’t my distraction anymore. Maybe it’s that my head is busy worrying about schoolwork (as my homework finally actually means something now). Maybe it’s that certain chronic health issues are really draining me lately and I’d prefer to stay silent than admit to that. Maybe it’s that I’m trying figure out what I’m willing to say publicly, what I’m not, what side of myself I project to the world, what side of myself I consider my “true” self, and blah blah blah.
Or it’s that I use up all my Funny on my Funny Muses, so I feel like everything I start to write here is so. painfully. dull. I assure you, I can be far more entertaining in person than I ever am here. Certain people just switch me into performance mode just by their mere presence. It’s incredibly fun to have an enthusiastic audience, but then when I sit down here, I’m ready to just check my mail and go to sleep.
I assure you though, I’m still planning on gathering that army of squirrels and taking over the world. When I have updates on that, you’ll be the first to know.
Posted: 4:21 pm ·
Category: Deep Thoughts ·
Comments: 1
So I’ve been a mac user for about 12 hours now. And it’s…well, I hate to say this, but it’s just a damn computer.
A damn computer which I appreciate very, very much and am having a lot of fun with.
Which is not to say that I didn’t have my drooling macslut moments today, but…well, I think that ended at the part where I effortlessly proved the “macs just don’t crash” argument dead wrong.
But I still love my new baby. She’s cute and compact and shiny and once I get my outgoing mailserver working again, she’ll be as close to perfection as any computer could ever be.
Oh, does anyone know how I might export my bookmarks from Firebird to Safari?
Posted: 11:36 pm ·
Category: Geek ·
Comments: 4
