Monday, November 24, 2003
i've got this thing that's been going around...called "please pretend that i'm out of town" okay?
do you ever feel like you wanna leave the earth for a while? like if there was a rocket to the moon boarding right now you'd get on and float around there for a few days? that's how i feel.
or if there was a planet full of bunnies and it was ruled by bunnies and everything was pink and little hello kittys and batzu marus and chococats and deerylous and pochaccos were just dancing around all the time singing all the time that you might just wanna take your pet bunny and live there? i didn't think so. but i do.
okay sorry back to reality.
my attempts to get snickers to chew on several items purchased especially for that purpose were unsuccessful just now. she did hop right over and chew on my guitar cord while i was playing it, though. thanks a lot, bunbun.
so it's like 9:15, i'm playing my guitar, not even loudly, and there's a knock on the door. it's my new neighbor. did he bring me brownies or a casserole or anything? no, he wanted to inform me that he has to get up in the morning and my guitar is keeping him awake. at 9:15?! yeah, right, sir. why couldn't he just be honest?
uh, honey, you suck could you shut up?
that would have been a more interesting post, i suppose.
but at any rate, i was watching an old episode of america's funniest home videos, and billy ray cyrus was the guest star. there is nothing more ridiculous than billy ray cyrus in hindsight, especially when he says "well, achy-breaky heart came into my life, and the rest is history."
well, bill, i guess you're right. your career is history. dork.
my favorite thing about him was the Xtreme mullet. unfortunately, he cut it. he seems to think he no longer has a mullet.
uhm, what do you guys think?
yeah, i agree,
uh, bill, not to be a bitch or anything, but i took a vote, and you still have a mullet. p.s. lose the facial hair. p.p.s. no one is buying you as a doctor. p.p.p.s. do you ever diagnose your patients with "achy breaky cardiac arrest"? just curious (okay, what am i, david spade or something?)
okay for some reason, this tidbit really amused me:
Billy Ray and his wife Leticia ("Tish") married December 28th, 1993. They live with their five children on a 500-acre farm in Singing Hills outside of Nashville, Tennessee. In his spare time, Billy Ray enjoys lifting weights, riding his four-wheeler and horseback riding.
i'm not sure why but i can't stop laughing at it.
pretend conversation from "cyrus (or is it ray cyrus) home"
child 1: "daddy, billy ray jr.'s on my 100 acres"
father: "billy ray jr, get off leticia jr.'s 100 acres, you have your own"
child 2: "but dad..."
father: "don't 'but dad' me, i'm gonna give you an achy breaky whuppin if you dont listen up"
hahaaaahahahaha
uh, bill, the "singing hills" just called, they want you to stop singing. and move. move to "mulletcuttin hills". hah
okay i'm insane. the only people who will probably understand the logic of that humor are mike and my sister.
i'm not even sure if I understand the logic of that humor. if there even is any.
today i could not stop giggling all day. my fellow grad students probably think i have a drug problem.
i giggled through statistics class. and every time i looked at someone else, i started giggling again. and they started giggling too. then i ran into the wall on my way out. then i laughed hysterically.
then i couldn't stop laughing throughout sensation and perception. and then we had a presentation afterwards by my friend meekyoung.
and the teacher came in and he had one of those big suitcases you roll around. oh wait first it's important that you know he's a monkey brain researcher. and then we asked him, are you going somewhere? no. did you just come from somewhere? no. then he leaves the room for a minute. it's silent. everyone's looking around at each other like what's the deal with the suitcase. silent longer. everyone else quits thinking about it. always clever and timely, i say, i think he has a monkey in there.
everyone else laughed. why aren't you guys laughing. it turns out he just had a slide projector. bummer. i wanted to see a monkey.
but the class decided that if he did have a monkey, i would get to have it sit on my lap. what an honor. okay i'm basically droning on and on so i can avoid studying for this stupid psychology gre test.
allright i'll shut up now.
xo
do you ever feel like you wanna leave the earth for a while? like if there was a rocket to the moon boarding right now you'd get on and float around there for a few days? that's how i feel.
or if there was a planet full of bunnies and it was ruled by bunnies and everything was pink and little hello kittys and batzu marus and chococats and deerylous and pochaccos were just dancing around all the time singing all the time that you might just wanna take your pet bunny and live there? i didn't think so. but i do.
okay sorry back to reality.
my attempts to get snickers to chew on several items purchased especially for that purpose were unsuccessful just now. she did hop right over and chew on my guitar cord while i was playing it, though. thanks a lot, bunbun.
so it's like 9:15, i'm playing my guitar, not even loudly, and there's a knock on the door. it's my new neighbor. did he bring me brownies or a casserole or anything? no, he wanted to inform me that he has to get up in the morning and my guitar is keeping him awake. at 9:15?! yeah, right, sir. why couldn't he just be honest?
uh, honey, you suck could you shut up?
that would have been a more interesting post, i suppose.
but at any rate, i was watching an old episode of america's funniest home videos, and billy ray cyrus was the guest star. there is nothing more ridiculous than billy ray cyrus in hindsight, especially when he says "well, achy-breaky heart came into my life, and the rest is history."
well, bill, i guess you're right. your career is history. dork.
my favorite thing about him was the Xtreme mullet. unfortunately, he cut it. he seems to think he no longer has a mullet.
uhm, what do you guys think?
yeah, i agree,
uh, bill, not to be a bitch or anything, but i took a vote, and you still have a mullet. p.s. lose the facial hair. p.p.s. no one is buying you as a doctor. p.p.p.s. do you ever diagnose your patients with "achy breaky cardiac arrest"? just curious (okay, what am i, david spade or something?)
okay for some reason, this tidbit really amused me:
Billy Ray and his wife Leticia ("Tish") married December 28th, 1993. They live with their five children on a 500-acre farm in Singing Hills outside of Nashville, Tennessee. In his spare time, Billy Ray enjoys lifting weights, riding his four-wheeler and horseback riding.
i'm not sure why but i can't stop laughing at it.
pretend conversation from "cyrus (or is it ray cyrus) home"
child 1: "daddy, billy ray jr.'s on my 100 acres"
father: "billy ray jr, get off leticia jr.'s 100 acres, you have your own"
child 2: "but dad..."
father: "don't 'but dad' me, i'm gonna give you an achy breaky whuppin if you dont listen up"
hahaaaahahahaha
uh, bill, the "singing hills" just called, they want you to stop singing. and move. move to "mulletcuttin hills". hah
okay i'm insane. the only people who will probably understand the logic of that humor are mike and my sister.
i'm not even sure if I understand the logic of that humor. if there even is any.
today i could not stop giggling all day. my fellow grad students probably think i have a drug problem.
i giggled through statistics class. and every time i looked at someone else, i started giggling again. and they started giggling too. then i ran into the wall on my way out. then i laughed hysterically.
then i couldn't stop laughing throughout sensation and perception. and then we had a presentation afterwards by my friend meekyoung.
and the teacher came in and he had one of those big suitcases you roll around. oh wait first it's important that you know he's a monkey brain researcher. and then we asked him, are you going somewhere? no. did you just come from somewhere? no. then he leaves the room for a minute. it's silent. everyone's looking around at each other like what's the deal with the suitcase. silent longer. everyone else quits thinking about it. always clever and timely, i say, i think he has a monkey in there.
everyone else laughed. why aren't you guys laughing. it turns out he just had a slide projector. bummer. i wanted to see a monkey.
but the class decided that if he did have a monkey, i would get to have it sit on my lap. what an honor. okay i'm basically droning on and on so i can avoid studying for this stupid psychology gre test.
allright i'll shut up now.
xo
Saturday, November 22, 2003
hello evereebodeee
as you may have noticed, there are new photos on the photoblog!!
there is even a movie i made. enjoy, kiddies.
in other news,
I am 72% Evil Genius
Evil courses through my blood. Lies and deceit motivate my evil deeds. Crushing the weaklings and idiots that do nothing but interfere in my doings.
Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com
okay now that we've taken care of that.
hmmm, do i have anything new to write about?
so i'm studying for the GRE psychology test, which i somehow managed to avoid doing (yet still applied for and successfully got accepted to several grad schools) up until now. and now i have to do it because of the NSF grant I had to turn in. so i'm reviewing for that. i got a practice book from someone in my lab but, well, it's boring. so i'm reviewing my notes from intro to psych. it's pretty sad that all it takes to get a good schore on that is memorizing your intro to psych text. anyway, i'll stop nerding now.
i'm going home next week for thanksgiving! and i'm bringing a certain little bunny along! look for cute photos of kids playing with bunnies.
please support michael jackson and try to give him the benefit of the doubt. i really feel that deep down inside he's just a weird guy who's nice and who's trying to help people out. but yet they are trying to get money out of him. i don't think he's any kind of pervert or anything. i'm willing to open a debate on the issue. just think about it though, none of us had his life. his life is majorly screwed up. think about what it would have been like to be him. sure he's rich and famous and blah blah. but that's not always great. i must agree with jd when he says that his new music pretty much sucks. but that's what happens with child prodigies, usually. they are so awesome when they're young that they sort of level out as adults...that happens to all sorts of prodigies.
and okay yeah he looks weird. but, cmon. cut him some slack. what does that really say about him? he looks weird? honestly, who gives a shit?
okay sorry, i just think mj gets a bad rap and it's not fair. think about what his life was like growing up...you might think would have been awesome to be in the jackson five and have all that money and be able to have all those fans and travel etc...but what about a little kid who doesn't reallllly wanna do that and has been forced into it. think about all of the pressure, living in a fishbowl, not having any friends your age, having an asshole for a dad, having to perform perfectly all the time...this is when most of us are going to school and playing every day, hanging out with kids our own age, there's no pressure for us to do anything besides maybe get good grades... i'm not saying there weren't great things about his life (sure it would be nice to be rich and famous...or would it?), but our experiences make us. and his life, compared to the rest of ours, is drastically different. so of course he's a little weird.
also one more thing: okay, there's not a person who reads this blog who is not wildly eccentric in some way. in fact, my friends and family are some of the weirdest people i know and that's exactly why i love them. but, if our eccentricities were broadcast on t.v. and in the tabloids and radio and everywhere every day, people would start to think we were some kind of weirdo freak. take me for example: people would say wow she has some sort of hello kitty obsession, what's wrong with her? and every day they see on the news me with tons of hk stuff, looking like a freak. and then you know, maybe i say/do something stupid or bad (okay we all do...) and then that gets broad cast over and over again, along with pictures of me playing with hk toys. and people suddenly are like oh god she's some kind of freak. and maybe i don't have plastic surgery, but let's say i give myself a haircut and it looks real dumb, people would be like oh why did she do that to herself, she looks like a turkey butt (actual comment about my hair from my grandmother). and everything gets multiplied until suddenly i'm some kind of mega freak. when actually im a pretty normal person. what i'm saying is that if any one of us were being constantly scrutinized and the details of our lives broadcast daily to an unforgiving public, we could easily be construed as wacko. and that goes for pretty much everyone i can think of who reads this blog. hang on, ..., yeah everyone.
so just get off his case! like mike said, innocent until proven guilty. have some compassion.
okay okay one more thing...about kids in the bedroom...i'm sure mj's bedroom is not like mine...i'm saying, i'm sure it's not like a tiny room with a bed and dresser shoved in it. it's probably a giant estate in and of itself...it probably has more than one room. use some common sense. plus pretty much everyone who reads this blog has been in MY bedroom at one time or another, does that mean anything happened between us? uhhhhh, no....okay. i think i've said enough. whew.
at any rate, i'm perfectly happy to debate about mj all day so don't get me started again.
as you may have noticed, there are new photos on the photoblog!!
there is even a movie i made. enjoy, kiddies.
in other news,
I am 72% Evil Genius
Evil courses through my blood. Lies and deceit motivate my evil deeds. Crushing the weaklings and idiots that do nothing but interfere in my doings.
Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com
okay now that we've taken care of that.
hmmm, do i have anything new to write about?
so i'm studying for the GRE psychology test, which i somehow managed to avoid doing (yet still applied for and successfully got accepted to several grad schools) up until now. and now i have to do it because of the NSF grant I had to turn in. so i'm reviewing for that. i got a practice book from someone in my lab but, well, it's boring. so i'm reviewing my notes from intro to psych. it's pretty sad that all it takes to get a good schore on that is memorizing your intro to psych text. anyway, i'll stop nerding now.
i'm going home next week for thanksgiving! and i'm bringing a certain little bunny along! look for cute photos of kids playing with bunnies.
please support michael jackson and try to give him the benefit of the doubt. i really feel that deep down inside he's just a weird guy who's nice and who's trying to help people out. but yet they are trying to get money out of him. i don't think he's any kind of pervert or anything. i'm willing to open a debate on the issue. just think about it though, none of us had his life. his life is majorly screwed up. think about what it would have been like to be him. sure he's rich and famous and blah blah. but that's not always great. i must agree with jd when he says that his new music pretty much sucks. but that's what happens with child prodigies, usually. they are so awesome when they're young that they sort of level out as adults...that happens to all sorts of prodigies.
and okay yeah he looks weird. but, cmon. cut him some slack. what does that really say about him? he looks weird? honestly, who gives a shit?
okay sorry, i just think mj gets a bad rap and it's not fair. think about what his life was like growing up...you might think would have been awesome to be in the jackson five and have all that money and be able to have all those fans and travel etc...but what about a little kid who doesn't reallllly wanna do that and has been forced into it. think about all of the pressure, living in a fishbowl, not having any friends your age, having an asshole for a dad, having to perform perfectly all the time...this is when most of us are going to school and playing every day, hanging out with kids our own age, there's no pressure for us to do anything besides maybe get good grades... i'm not saying there weren't great things about his life (sure it would be nice to be rich and famous...or would it?), but our experiences make us. and his life, compared to the rest of ours, is drastically different. so of course he's a little weird.
also one more thing: okay, there's not a person who reads this blog who is not wildly eccentric in some way. in fact, my friends and family are some of the weirdest people i know and that's exactly why i love them. but, if our eccentricities were broadcast on t.v. and in the tabloids and radio and everywhere every day, people would start to think we were some kind of weirdo freak. take me for example: people would say wow she has some sort of hello kitty obsession, what's wrong with her? and every day they see on the news me with tons of hk stuff, looking like a freak. and then you know, maybe i say/do something stupid or bad (okay we all do...) and then that gets broad cast over and over again, along with pictures of me playing with hk toys. and people suddenly are like oh god she's some kind of freak. and maybe i don't have plastic surgery, but let's say i give myself a haircut and it looks real dumb, people would be like oh why did she do that to herself, she looks like a turkey butt (actual comment about my hair from my grandmother). and everything gets multiplied until suddenly i'm some kind of mega freak. when actually im a pretty normal person. what i'm saying is that if any one of us were being constantly scrutinized and the details of our lives broadcast daily to an unforgiving public, we could easily be construed as wacko. and that goes for pretty much everyone i can think of who reads this blog. hang on, ..., yeah everyone.
so just get off his case! like mike said, innocent until proven guilty. have some compassion.
okay okay one more thing...about kids in the bedroom...i'm sure mj's bedroom is not like mine...i'm saying, i'm sure it's not like a tiny room with a bed and dresser shoved in it. it's probably a giant estate in and of itself...it probably has more than one room. use some common sense. plus pretty much everyone who reads this blog has been in MY bedroom at one time or another, does that mean anything happened between us? uhhhhh, no....okay. i think i've said enough. whew.
at any rate, i'm perfectly happy to debate about mj all day so don't get me started again.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
attention blog looker atters:
please go here for photos. lots and lots of photos. you had better be happy too because it took me about an hour to do that, when I was SUPPOSED to be studying!! now look what you've gone and made me do.
the sister blog is up and kickin', with a semi-new design. not semi-NUDE, pervert. semi-new.
look at it
please go here for photos. lots and lots of photos. you had better be happy too because it took me about an hour to do that, when I was SUPPOSED to be studying!! now look what you've gone and made me do.
the sister blog is up and kickin', with a semi-new design. not semi-NUDE, pervert. semi-new.
look at it
Friday, November 14, 2003
friday night at the lab.
yes, you read that correctly. it's friday night and i'm in *drumroll please* ching! the lab!! wooooo (balloons and confetti fall from ceiling on head of disillusioned graduate student). yawn.
anyway here i am. i told you all about the stupid story where i stupidly fell on my stupid face and felt like a big stupid head, right?
well i have a new one!!! gather round, kids.
yesterday, i went to the bus stop like usual. i was about ten minutes early so, like the dutifully constant-reading student that i am, i pulled out a piaget article (cough) and started reading it. i got really engrossed, or something, and looked up right as the bus was (you guessed it) passing me by! yay!!
then i looked and i realized that there was a giant hole in the sidewalk. there was a little sign there saying "board buses 15, 2, 172 1 block west" or something like that. i had been standing there for ten minutes!! ten minutes!! i could have walked one block west and back 55 times. but i stood there, like one of those people who's pretty smart but can't figure out how to operate a can opener or something. that's what i'm feeling like more and more. and i'm fairly sure that that is what grad school is supposed to do to you. it's working!! it's definitely working.
so anyway back to the story...i realize, one block west!! i can probably make it!! so i take off running, in a giant wool coat, waving the piaget paper in the air like the unbelievable dork that i have become. i get about ten feet from the bus, just as the last passenger is boarding and i say "hold the bus!!" and i'm waving the paper in the air. and running. in my giant tennis shoes. and the guy looks me right in the eye and.....(you guessed it!!) got on the bus, which immediately sped off around the corner. okay so by now i have to be to class in about fifteen minutes. which would be perfect on the bus, not so perfect on foot (by the way, my knees still hurt from the previous incident, making it difficult if not impossible for me to bend them because of the inflexibility of scabs). so i think, okay the bus kinda goes back in this neighborhood, then comes back on this street about five blocks down, i'll just run. me, run!! aaaaahahahah!!! so i take off running again, piaget in hand, sweating under my heavy coat, scarf trailing in the breeze, giant tennis shoes, scabby knees, cursing loudly. at this point, i realize, raedy, dear, you have gone insane. you have totally lost your mind. you look like one of those crazy people that cause other people to cross the street to get away from them. but anyway i keep running running running. i keep watching for the bus...no bus. no bus. no bus. i can still make it run run run. then, i see the bus. it's come to a newly-red light, though. i keep running, i can make it, yeah!!! wooooooo! light turns green. bus speeds off. i wave paper and commence chase once again and so forth. in the end, i ended up walking to school. i made it on time for my class too (in which i had to turn in a 14 page paper which i had, of course, waited until the night before to write). my butt and thigh muscles were twitching throughout the class though (for those of you who are interested in the behavior of my butt and thigh muscles). so anyway that was my stupid move as of lately.
today i got my statistics midterm back and uh i dont wanna brag but booyah!! who gets an A+ on a statistics test, really? come on guys, that's impossible. haha. once again confirming my status of "queen of statistics". sigh. actually after i got the test back i felt a little sick. i don't know why. i should have been thrilled, right? but i was freaked out. for absolutely no reason. i guess i was worried about the score although i didn't know i was worried. then when i got it back, instead of being relieved, i was just kind of letdown. i don't really understand it. and i looked at some other people who had gotten their tests back and looked like they were going to puke. grad school is really stressful. and i think it's a little underhandedly competitive too, which i really hate. but i think i can roll with the dorkiest of them. and i'm actually enjoying it in some masochistic way. sigh.
oh well i have to go and do something. i dont know what but i have plenty of work to do.
look for photos sometimes. i will post on here when i put up photos so you can know to expect them.
and for those of you who need a simplified version of this blog (like my little sister did), you can find it at this location.
toodles, poodles.
yes, you read that correctly. it's friday night and i'm in *drumroll please* ching! the lab!! wooooo (balloons and confetti fall from ceiling on head of disillusioned graduate student). yawn.
anyway here i am. i told you all about the stupid story where i stupidly fell on my stupid face and felt like a big stupid head, right?
well i have a new one!!! gather round, kids.
yesterday, i went to the bus stop like usual. i was about ten minutes early so, like the dutifully constant-reading student that i am, i pulled out a piaget article (cough) and started reading it. i got really engrossed, or something, and looked up right as the bus was (you guessed it) passing me by! yay!!
then i looked and i realized that there was a giant hole in the sidewalk. there was a little sign there saying "board buses 15, 2, 172 1 block west" or something like that. i had been standing there for ten minutes!! ten minutes!! i could have walked one block west and back 55 times. but i stood there, like one of those people who's pretty smart but can't figure out how to operate a can opener or something. that's what i'm feeling like more and more. and i'm fairly sure that that is what grad school is supposed to do to you. it's working!! it's definitely working.
so anyway back to the story...i realize, one block west!! i can probably make it!! so i take off running, in a giant wool coat, waving the piaget paper in the air like the unbelievable dork that i have become. i get about ten feet from the bus, just as the last passenger is boarding and i say "hold the bus!!" and i'm waving the paper in the air. and running. in my giant tennis shoes. and the guy looks me right in the eye and.....(you guessed it!!) got on the bus, which immediately sped off around the corner. okay so by now i have to be to class in about fifteen minutes. which would be perfect on the bus, not so perfect on foot (by the way, my knees still hurt from the previous incident, making it difficult if not impossible for me to bend them because of the inflexibility of scabs). so i think, okay the bus kinda goes back in this neighborhood, then comes back on this street about five blocks down, i'll just run. me, run!! aaaaahahahah!!! so i take off running again, piaget in hand, sweating under my heavy coat, scarf trailing in the breeze, giant tennis shoes, scabby knees, cursing loudly. at this point, i realize, raedy, dear, you have gone insane. you have totally lost your mind. you look like one of those crazy people that cause other people to cross the street to get away from them. but anyway i keep running running running. i keep watching for the bus...no bus. no bus. no bus. i can still make it run run run. then, i see the bus. it's come to a newly-red light, though. i keep running, i can make it, yeah!!! wooooooo! light turns green. bus speeds off. i wave paper and commence chase once again and so forth. in the end, i ended up walking to school. i made it on time for my class too (in which i had to turn in a 14 page paper which i had, of course, waited until the night before to write). my butt and thigh muscles were twitching throughout the class though (for those of you who are interested in the behavior of my butt and thigh muscles). so anyway that was my stupid move as of lately.
today i got my statistics midterm back and uh i dont wanna brag but booyah!! who gets an A+ on a statistics test, really? come on guys, that's impossible. haha. once again confirming my status of "queen of statistics". sigh. actually after i got the test back i felt a little sick. i don't know why. i should have been thrilled, right? but i was freaked out. for absolutely no reason. i guess i was worried about the score although i didn't know i was worried. then when i got it back, instead of being relieved, i was just kind of letdown. i don't really understand it. and i looked at some other people who had gotten their tests back and looked like they were going to puke. grad school is really stressful. and i think it's a little underhandedly competitive too, which i really hate. but i think i can roll with the dorkiest of them. and i'm actually enjoying it in some masochistic way. sigh.
oh well i have to go and do something. i dont know what but i have plenty of work to do.
look for photos sometimes. i will post on here when i put up photos so you can know to expect them.
and for those of you who need a simplified version of this blog (like my little sister did), you can find it at this location.
toodles, poodles.
Saturday, November 08, 2003
i've noticed recently that everyone's blog has become some sort of intense hyperintrospective thing. well, as you all may know, i'm quite incapable of being introspective, since i have no feelings. hehe. okay not really. but i prefer to be introspective in private with certain people. anyways, i'm curious, does that mean my blog has "stooped to" the level of vomiting up the day's events? i'm not pretentious? poo. oh well that's okay with me, i like to keep my blog funny and lighthearted. but i do appreciate the introspection on other people's blogs, don't get me wrong. so now i'm going to vomit up a list of the recent events in my life.
1. i went to visit my family on halloween and went trickortreating with them. i was "truck-drivin' jackie o" and mike was a pumpkin head. i surprised my family and my mom cried. it was a lot of fun.
2. i enjoy riding the city bus.
3. i turned in my grant proposal this week. thank god it's over. i feel lots more relaxed now. i actually haven't done any studying for the past two nights. but raedy, you might ask, you didn't stay home alone and study all night on a friday night like you usually do? no, my friend, no i did not.
4. i also had a statistics test and i'm not sure which of us was victorious. it was very weird; i usually have a pretty good idea of how i did on tests, but i don't have a clue. oh well, i still love you, statistics, don't worry. xo.
5. i had to give a presentation of my honors thesis for the people in my lab on wednesday (and mike came too) and it went very well. they were pretty impressed, i think they're going to let me stay. but then my professor, who i cannot name on here, but let's call her s g m, said oh that's very interesting you need to publish it. linda keeps bothering me and asking me when you are going to publish it. i had just assumed dr. smith had forgotten i even existed. oh well. i guess not. so now i'm going back to the data to scrutinize it instead of just plowing through it with macshapa. and i have some new articles to read. because everyone was like oh if you're interested in that, you should read this and this. it was very nice, people here are so supportive, and i don't feel like i'm being used as labor, which is very pleasant.
6. last night brent andronnie came to chicago. brent's band was playing, and so i went to see them. it was really cool seeing them in chicago. i feltlike i was in bloomington except i wasn't of course. then we went to get some mexican food, and then we went back to the bar. on the way i found a mickey mouse photo album. so that was very interesting. also some other people from bloomington were here and it was really great. anyways when i left the bar i was calling michael to let him know that i was on my way home now and i was carrying the mickey mouse photo album and i was wearing tall shoes, and i TRIPPED over a crack in the sidewalk (the north side sucks) and smashed face down on the sidewalk. and there were all these people like oh my are you all right. the greatthing was that it was really freaking cold outside so i couldn't even feel it. so i just got up and said yes i'm allright, thanks. then when i got in the car and got warmed up, i found i was indeed NOT alright. i ripped my pants and got a huge booboo on both knees and my elbow hurts. but at least i didn't drop anything.
sidenote: this reminds me of the time i was carrying some brownies or cupcakes or something out to my parents' car. we were going to thanksgiving celebration or something and i was wearing those giant oldman pants i used to wear every day with the huge feet-holes. also i wasn't wearing shoes, and it was cold outside (yeah i'm dumb). so i was sort of running, just a few feet to the car to put the cupcakes in it, and of course, i tripped over the huge feetholes in my pants. that was horrible! i scraped everything, my knees, elbows, wrists, TOES, everything. i still have ascar on one of my toes. but, the most important things was, I DIDN'T DROP THE CUPCAKES! i was very proud of myself for that,too.
so anyways yeah i didn't drop the mickeymouse photoalbum or the cellphone or anything, i just mercilessly shredded my own delicate knee flesh and ripped my favorite jeans. yuck. then when i got home mike put bandaids and neosporin on them while i winced and petted the bunny. he should be an elementary school nurse.
so the moral of thestory is i'm a clutz. thank you. thank you very much
uh, 5? (i forgot what number i was on)...oh well i don't really have anything else to say anyways. oh yeah i got hit on at the gas station yesterday. when i informed the kind man that,uh i already had a boyfriend, he said, oh well i already have a girlfriend. to which i said oh well i guess that's her problem.
okay i think that's it. i still like it here, i still feel like harry potter every day when i take the hogwart's express (CTA bus #172) through the English countryside (south side chicago) past all of the trees and sheep (buildings and homeless men) to the castle and learn witchcraft (psychology). hehe. maybe i'm delusional? oh well...
i'll put up some photos soon cause i got a few good ones.
xo
1. i went to visit my family on halloween and went trickortreating with them. i was "truck-drivin' jackie o" and mike was a pumpkin head. i surprised my family and my mom cried. it was a lot of fun.
2. i enjoy riding the city bus.
3. i turned in my grant proposal this week. thank god it's over. i feel lots more relaxed now. i actually haven't done any studying for the past two nights. but raedy, you might ask, you didn't stay home alone and study all night on a friday night like you usually do? no, my friend, no i did not.
4. i also had a statistics test and i'm not sure which of us was victorious. it was very weird; i usually have a pretty good idea of how i did on tests, but i don't have a clue. oh well, i still love you, statistics, don't worry. xo.
5. i had to give a presentation of my honors thesis for the people in my lab on wednesday (and mike came too) and it went very well. they were pretty impressed, i think they're going to let me stay. but then my professor, who i cannot name on here, but let's call her s g m, said oh that's very interesting you need to publish it. linda keeps bothering me and asking me when you are going to publish it. i had just assumed dr. smith had forgotten i even existed. oh well. i guess not. so now i'm going back to the data to scrutinize it instead of just plowing through it with macshapa. and i have some new articles to read. because everyone was like oh if you're interested in that, you should read this and this. it was very nice, people here are so supportive, and i don't feel like i'm being used as labor, which is very pleasant.
6. last night brent andronnie came to chicago. brent's band was playing, and so i went to see them. it was really cool seeing them in chicago. i feltlike i was in bloomington except i wasn't of course. then we went to get some mexican food, and then we went back to the bar. on the way i found a mickey mouse photo album. so that was very interesting. also some other people from bloomington were here and it was really great. anyways when i left the bar i was calling michael to let him know that i was on my way home now and i was carrying the mickey mouse photo album and i was wearing tall shoes, and i TRIPPED over a crack in the sidewalk (the north side sucks) and smashed face down on the sidewalk. and there were all these people like oh my are you all right. the greatthing was that it was really freaking cold outside so i couldn't even feel it. so i just got up and said yes i'm allright, thanks. then when i got in the car and got warmed up, i found i was indeed NOT alright. i ripped my pants and got a huge booboo on both knees and my elbow hurts. but at least i didn't drop anything.
sidenote: this reminds me of the time i was carrying some brownies or cupcakes or something out to my parents' car. we were going to thanksgiving celebration or something and i was wearing those giant oldman pants i used to wear every day with the huge feet-holes. also i wasn't wearing shoes, and it was cold outside (yeah i'm dumb). so i was sort of running, just a few feet to the car to put the cupcakes in it, and of course, i tripped over the huge feetholes in my pants. that was horrible! i scraped everything, my knees, elbows, wrists, TOES, everything. i still have ascar on one of my toes. but, the most important things was, I DIDN'T DROP THE CUPCAKES! i was very proud of myself for that,too.
so anyways yeah i didn't drop the mickeymouse photoalbum or the cellphone or anything, i just mercilessly shredded my own delicate knee flesh and ripped my favorite jeans. yuck. then when i got home mike put bandaids and neosporin on them while i winced and petted the bunny. he should be an elementary school nurse.
so the moral of thestory is i'm a clutz. thank you. thank you very much
uh, 5? (i forgot what number i was on)...oh well i don't really have anything else to say anyways. oh yeah i got hit on at the gas station yesterday. when i informed the kind man that,uh i already had a boyfriend, he said, oh well i already have a girlfriend. to which i said oh well i guess that's her problem.
okay i think that's it. i still like it here, i still feel like harry potter every day when i take the hogwart's express (CTA bus #172) through the English countryside (south side chicago) past all of the trees and sheep (buildings and homeless men) to the castle and learn witchcraft (psychology). hehe. maybe i'm delusional? oh well...
i'll put up some photos soon cause i got a few good ones.
xo
