| Going on Erin's idea: My list of movies to see this summer:
Body Double
Trans America
From Dusk til Dawn
Ok so after that I got a block. ADD TO THIS LIST. | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment   |
| Hall choosing number: 623.
This will be my third time getting a hall choosing # in the 600s
So yeah, I guess I'm paying $44,000* to live in fuckin 18 again
*Yeah. I only pay 5/8ths of that. But still. Its the whole injustice and conspiracy of res life hating me | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I have started going to the gym daily, whether it be for yoga class, or elliptical training then weights, or yoga then elliptical. The feel good aspect has kicked in, although last week it was hard to get motivated and stuff. In addition, I've decided to treat my body well on the intake side of things, i.e. drinking a pitcher of water a day, eating whole grains, etc. Since stress took such a toll on my body last semester (I internalized the stress instead of the usual fretting about, so my hair fell out in clumps and I would break out constantly), I really want to repair it and make it healthy again. Then, today, I saw something on the wall that made me think:
Pressure is inevitable, but stress is optional.
Now, usually I think motivational phrases are really lame, but this one stuck to me. I create the stress. It doesn't help me much, besides make me get work done, but I could get the work done anyway without the stress. Although a little stress is good, I can do without the side effects. And I will always have the pressure to do well, but it doesn't mean I have to make myself sick over it. Ugh. I'm going to work on this. Anyway, I got through a tough year. My grandfather died, Rocco died, I had really demanding classes and I worked on top of them. I'm proud to have gotten through unscathed. Now I'm just going to do comps, apply for internships, and life will be ok. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Pure Nerd
73 % Nerd, 8% Geek, 21% Dork | For The Record:
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.
The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally
smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up
all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer.
Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more
so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be
replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.
Congratulations!
Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST |  |
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 86% on nerdiness | | You scored higher than 4% on geekosity | | You scored higher than 23% on dork points |
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| Class schedule for Spring semester, dudes.
Bio333. Neurobiology
Bioch314. Biochemistry (nucleic acids, molecular)
Astron102. Planet Earth
Span201. Interm. Spanish II
ANd finally... Ta'i Chi haha | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | tag? | | Time: | 02:16 pm |
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| List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre,
whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be
songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your
Livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to
see what they're listening to.
1. Supergrass "Tales of Endurance Parts 4,5 & 6"
2. Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings "How Do I Let a Good Man Down?"
3. Rasputina "Saline the Salt Lake Queen"
4. Neil Young "Don't Let it Bring You Down"
5. Black Eyed Peas "Don't Phunk with My Heart"
6. Nine Inch Nails "March of the Pigs"
7. Jello Biafra with the Melvins "Halo of Flies"
Tag:
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</span>discolympics</b>
parisinflamesxx
</span>xxsincealwaysxx
</span>princess_spag
Yeah Im too lazy to remember two more usernames. sorry.
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| | Current Music: | In da biblioteca | | Subject: | So much stuff | | Time: | 11:03 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/roshi/palefaces/indescribable.gif) indescribable |
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| So much is going on this week, and I had a burst of confidence for biochem so I'm taking a wee bit of a break for studying.
Rocco died of congenital heart failure on Sunday at noon. I can't even begin to describe my grief and the lack of it hitting me yet, because of my three midterms and essay this week I haven't allowed myself the time. Rocco was so young, and such a perfect cat, although I'm sure all of you know how in love with him I was, so this is unnecessary to really go into any much of detail.
Good things:
a) NINE INCH NAILS/QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE/DEATH FROM ABOVE 1979!!!!! Mike got me a ticket to this show in Boston and we're going on Tuesday. AHHHHHH! This is going to be ammmmmazing!!!!!!!
b) My boss wrote me an email today thanking me for my thank you card and asking me if I wanted to work in her lab AS A FRIGGEN GRAD STUDENT. YESSSSS! Although I don't want to stay in CT, this means I basically have a sure thing for after college. I might attend school with Nrod after all!
Ok back to cramming in details such as the F8 Histidine residue is the 5th ligand of Fe2+ in hemoglobin. Sigh. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| So I was looking back at old entries, and I found this gem from June 26, 2002, from when I was at CT Girls' State, which is basically a gathering of upcoming high school seniors and they form a fake CT state government at pass laws. Anyway, if I had known then I'd be at MHC... OH man, I could apply this same entry to this year and it would still be the same. Anyway, enjoy.
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"Hey! I found internet access you guys! Two days have gone by, I have ran for many positions including Attorney and Assessor. I won no races. Very frustrating. Everyone here is an over-achiever, they all play multiple sports, lead several clubs, AND are all super-intelligent. When we introduced ourselves, they all said their name and what sport they played. When it came to me, I told them that I didn't play sports so I didn't know how to introduce myself. At first I only got along with some people, but as first impressions melted I made several connections with people. However, most girls I am really annoyed at; imagine a gathering of 240 opinionated, intelligent, over-achieving females debating over education reforms and I will tell you that is truly HELL. My voice is not heard, only a handful of girls care about environmental issues. Everyone is all obsessed with stopping smoking and whatnot and it's really annoying. I'm against smoking, but there should not be laws against it. People should kill themselves slowly if they want to. It is really discouraging to hear people apathetic about environmental issues. And then I brought up campaign finance reform and people were interested when I discussed it one on one, but to the group they didn't care. Fundraising and lack of money is the number one reason there aren't many female politicians.
And expanding on this idea, people here contradict themselves. They give us all this fem-nazi propaganda, yet are boy-crazy. PICK ONE. They say "women make better politicians then men," yet announce "you get to see the boys then everyone cheers.
I have more complaints but I'm happy at the moment so I really don't feel like voicing them all. And you guys wouldn't fully appreciate cuz you are not living here. LEAVE ME NOTES, because it's my only communication. Write me emails at arielgrag@aol.com. And send your phone # if you want me to call, cuz I need to talk to someone non-political for a little bit. OKAY this is Ariel signing off."
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| | Current Music: | the sound of silence | | Time: | 07:21 pm | | Current Mood: | transcensional |
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| I woke up the most beautiful site...
I was dreaming this complicated dream in which I testified for my friends about their being beaten by the police even though they had robbed, but it was in good fun. The testification was on the top of a mountain, which may or may not have been covered with this snow/sand. There was a seasonal house on top, and I was a rich girl, but hadn't ever grown up that way, it just happened. I had the top floor room/attic, painted royal blue, which when I rummaged through the drawers, this stuff appeared that I never remembered owning. There was half a pound of really quality pot sitting on my desk and when I opened a cupboard I retrieved a bong. I got the bong ready to smoke but then this girl from school came in, with her friends. She was really impressed by me and my stuff, which I was newly discovering as she was in the room. Rocco was around, and then these guys who I had previously defended came in and started taking hits from my bong. I got mad cuz they hadn't put a towel under the crack in the door, and because Rocco was stoned and it's bad for cats. I opened up the balcony door, and the balcony was covered with a fine snow. I let Rocco get some fresh air, but it was hard cuz he wanted to sit out, but I didn't remember if I could let him because I had anmesia and didnt know whether it was ok.
We went back down the mountain, but for some reason now had to make a rescue mission because of some boy up in the house that some pirates wanted. So me and this girl from school (the same one) crawled down (doesnt make sense i know) the mountain to get up the mountain, and it was beautiful with soft sand running through my fingers. We ran up, and the entrance of the house was all this nicely lit rock cavern. But the pirates caught us. They let a wolf in to sniff for the boy, but he was sitting, dead already at the door. Satisfied, the pirates announced that they would kill us all. When we walked up to my attic room, there was dozens of people, all going to be killed. The pirates announced it was due to this regal woman, and left us in the room. I said, "someone get out my weed and bong" and my parents popped out and agreed. The regal woman gave me an absinthe nip and then handed me the bong. It was a joyous celebration of life, before our impending death.
I then woke up and the first thing I saw was a vibrant watercoloured sky, with a star visible and trees dancing in the wind. Looking to my left I saw the library windows lit up in gold and felt a soft breeze through my ivy covered window. I was lost in time, and did not know whether it was the sunrise or sunset. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So I'm feeling quite miserable. My classes aren't exactly what I was expecting, and add that to my already existant rut, and I just am floating around without purpose and drive. I can't bring myself to do work, unless its absolutely necessary ie I need to turn it in or its for WMHC.
AHRHGHG
So thus no updates, cuz I don't have anything worthwhile to comment on.
I would like to do a daytrip this weekend, maybe to the Big E. Any takers? I would really like to party this weekend and/or get some action, but in all probability this will not happen so I wasn't going to mention it. But I did coughSarahRPIvisit?cough.
I have gotten a few little surprises this week that have cheered me. Hope they will help.
Why do I waste my fuckin time? | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Reason #1847 why I like being a 20 yr old chick with boobs even though I'm a feminist that at the same time hates being a sex object:
Getting $5 off an oil change because I had a "discount sticker" even though I didn't have one. (Compliments of the kid who I hadnt seen since 1st grade that wrote me love letters, perhaps? Or the cute dude with the spikey hair reminiscent of my 7th grade fantasy lover, Jimmy?) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| little spasms of interest today:
On the morning radio show, Bax & O'Brien (based out of Springfield) on 102.1 FM, they had this woman who created "Mama Gina's School of Womanly Arts." She, of course, is a Mount Holyoke alum. She mentioned this right away, and the reation of the DJs: "ohhhhh of COURSE!" Then she went on about how at MHC they teach you how to study and job search, but not about pleasuring one's self. Then one of the DJ's made the crack, "At Mount Holyoke, they dont have a drinking problem, they have a LIQUOR problem." and Mama Gina was like "ohhhhh i like youuu" Oh man. Didn't know we had such a reputation.
While I walked to my car today, I crossed the path of a flock of turkeys run/walking across the parking lot. They all looked juvenile, three or so looked adult. I felt like I was back millions of years ago, watching dinosaurs walk through the modern day.
On the ride back home, there was a fellow scientist with his hand out the window, smoking a cigarette, only with a latex glove on. Takes me back to orgo I lab days, in which I wore my fantastic purple gloves out of lab gleefully. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Blind Faith, and lots of it | | Time: | 06:35 pm |
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| When I actually feel like sitting back and smoking a joint, it totally figures that it's not at all an option. So instead I've poured myself a few shots; I need to finish off this bottle of Smirnoff that Heather left here anyway.
I've been pretty bored, what with everyone working/gone, so I've been surfing around the internets a bit, and I saw on myspace this chick that Steve was involved with before me. I had never seen her before, and she's really hideous and I wish I had seen this when we dated cuz I would have never felt an ounce of jealousy. Dude, does he have bad taste. I know I'm included on this bad taste. But hell, I have bad taste too.
If Rocco could talk, oh the things he could say. He's like a personal lion on my lap.
Work ends in a week. I have to think of presents to buy Sandra and Mary. What are good boss gifts? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| 1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.
2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I will tell you my first memory of you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your LJ. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| I guess I haven't updated in a bit.
So I've had strep throat for the past week and 1/2, intersparced was some fabulous conjunctivitis for two-three days. Gotta love streptococcus. Sarah has/d it too, and last I heard, Heather's boyfriend(?) Dave had a sore throat. For this reason, I think the infection happened during the infamous summer spectacular. Oh, though I WAS informed that Colleen had conjunctivitis a couple of weeks ago, and I had spent time with her (and shared her drink post-party). I am now reminded why I am a complete germaphobe, as I NEVER get sick.
I'm afraid of having infected people at work, but what was I to do, skip work for a week?? Blarg.
I bored. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| A real-life narrative that I will share.
Work: Doesn't terrify me anymore. My coworkers are good people. My boss is adorable yet scary. I rock immunocytochemistry. I rock the fluorescence microscope. And it pays well. Although, with an hour and a half commute there and back and gas being $2.39 / gallon, it better.
My life after work and on weekends: I miss MHC. WL is good though, with Sarah and Colleen as my staples. I went to the zoo with Mike on Monday to see the tiger cubs, which were amazingly cute. It was fun, but the day brought me mixed feelings, which I hope to communicate in some effective way to him but it's going to get fucked up. I hate complications. It's really not though. Blargah. I have to decide what comfort zone I am willing to walk through this summer is what it comes down to.
My bout of low self esteem: Yep, still there. I need Erin to check me out and make me both uncomfortable and to fan the flames of my ego. Maybe I just need to be hit on. Or make out with a random stranger. Yarg.
This summer doesnt feel like the relaxing break it should be. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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