Sunday, April 25, 2004

Pocket Lint

I am RED POCKET LINT!!!
What Kind of Pocket Lint are YOU?

Hee hee hee

AEPhi formal, the Bell Jar and a walk

I had a great time last night. No. Really. It was the AEPhi formal at the Marriot hotel in hermosa beach...and it was fabulous. I took Jason with me. What a sweetie. I wore my pink dress, shoes, etc...and had a great time.

Dinner with sarah, brook, kate and Corrine was lovely. The napa Grill was excellent--I had Mushroom tortelloni with chicken. Yummmmmm. Right up there with some of the better food I've ever had. Of course, it was expensive--15-20 bucks a pop. But oh, was it worth it.

I danced the night away, and then smootched with jason on the ride home. Sarah was right, he's very gentle and considerate...Ah, stinks that I had to work afterwards.

So, I practically inhaled Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. --An excellent look at the seemingly normal front of mental illness and how normalicy is so easily twisted into a spiral of depression. Utterly fascinating and at the same time, so poigniant to read--the humanity of the characters is intact, though they are being internally stifled "under the bell jar" before they were ever really given a chance to live. From her viewing of a birth, the disillusionmentshe gains with her tb-infected hopeful doctor-fiance, billy, to the bell jars of foetuses in the hospital, to her bloody devirginizing, life just seems so cruelly clothed in a lingering emptiness for the main character, sometimes called "Elly". I loved the book, and if I get the chance, I'm going to definitely buy it and add it to my bookshelf at home. Marvelous. And, it was so easy and fun to read--every chapter has a funny little anecdote.

And now, I'm going to work tonight too. Ah well. I guess I'd better take a nap or something. Or maybe I'll go for a walk. That seems like a nice idea. Infact, I'll go do that now. Bye!

Thursday, April 22, 2004

Cathy and a Cautionary Tale

(here's the note Cathy sent me)

Of course you can link to me, Lanenkar--feel free! I'm glad you enjoy it. I have fun writing it (if I'm not having fun, I don't post, which is why there's often a longish gap between postings....) Out of curiousity, how did you come across my blog in the first place? I'm endlessly fascinated by the maze of the internet...
Can't really take credit for the quizzes, but I must say Ravenblack is quite the quiz-programming genius. I usually hate internet quizzes but all 4 of those were a) fun and b) actually fit my own vision of my personality!
I'll have to pop in on your blog a bit as well--
Cathy

midterm madness, already?!

Siiiiigh. Midterm tomorrow, and five chapters of reading to do tonight, as well as studying. I have a study buddy at 9pm. Yeeg. Gotta Check astro course webpage for that stuff to study. AHUGHAH. Spilled the rest of my chicken noodle soup dinner on the floor, boohoo. Ah.

Stayed up FAR too late last night, goofing off. None of that shit tonight. Ugh. I got a great nap today though, came home from class and boom! I was asleep like nobody's business. 6-7hours of pure sleep. Marvelous thing when that happens. ooh, and I aced my LS1 test in section. I felt like shit though. Yikes.

I'd better go... here's something funny a friend sent me:
POLITICS

THIS IS HOW IT WORKS

A six-year-old boy goes to his dad and asks:
"What is Politics?"

Dad says:
"Well son...let me explain it to you this way:

I'm the head of the family...
so call me
The President.

Your mother is the administrator of the money...
so we call her
The Government.

We're here to take care of your needs...
so we'll call you
The People.

The nanny...
we'll consider her
The Working Class.

And your baby brother...
we'll call him
The Future.

Now think about that and see if it makes sense."

So...the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad has
said.
Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying,
so he gets up to check on him.

He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.
The little boy goes to his parent's room
and finds his mother sound asleep.

Not wanting to wake her,
he goes to the nanny's room
and finds his daddy in bed with the nanny.

He gives up and goes back to bed.
The next morning, with everyone at the breakfast table,
the little boy says to his father:
"Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now."

The father says:
"Good, son.
Tell me in your own words
what you think politics is all about."

The little boy replies:

"The President
is screwing
The Working Class
while
The Government
is sound asleep.

The People
are being ignored
and
The Future
is in deep shit."

Oh, and Cathy, Thanks. I'll be posting the link in a day or so.

Sunday, April 18, 2004

Dude, the Dad is COOL.

THIS is why my family is so cool:

Mom8:Are you there?



Auto response from Hgrl:
Hgrl's computer is broken right now. This is her fridge. Now, you can leave a message, but say it slowly, so I can write it on a post-it note and stick it to myself.


Mom8
:I'm cold

Mom8:I'm freezing

Auto response from Hgrl:
Hgrl's computer is broken right now. This is her fridge. Now, you can leave a message, but say it slowly, so I can write it on a post-it note and stick it to myself.


Mom8
:in about 15 minutes...

Mom8:I'm freezing


Auto response from Hgrl:
Hgrl's computer is broken right now. This is her fridge. Now, you can leave a message, but say it slowly, so I can write it on a post-it note and stick it to myself.


Mom8
:I'm cold

Mom8: hello

Mom8:anyone there?

Mom8:Hello


Auto response from Hgrl:
Hgrl's computer is broken right now. This is her fridge. Now, you can leave a message, but say it slowly, so I can write it on a post-it note and stick it to myself.


Mom8
:I'm freezing



Auto response from Hgrl:
Hgrl's computer is broken right now. This is her fridge. Now, you can leave a message, but say it slowly, so I can write it on a post-it note and stick it to myself.


Mom8
:Hello

Mom8:hello

Mom8:hello

Mom8:Anyone there?


Auto response from Hgrl:
Hgrl's computer is broken right now. This is her fridge. Now, you can leave a message, but say it slowly, so I can write it on a post-it note and stick it to myself.


Mom8
:Hello



Auto response from Hgrl:
Hgrl's computer is broken right now. This is her fridge. Now, you can leave a message, but say it slowly, so I can write it on a post-it note and stick it to myself.


Mom8
:This message is from the toilet down the hall, please pull the handle slowly. No sense in hurrying to the fridge, until the paperwork is done.

Hgrl: HA HA HA HA

You have to read all the way to the end to really appreciate the genious involved. Ha ha ha. Talk about forlornly persistent. Bad daddy for stealing mummy's AIM sn though...ha ha ha, though I have to appreciate...he did a good job on the last one. I wonder if he strained something coming up with it...knowing him, no. ha ha haHA HA HABWA HA HA HA!

Ahh, I just HAD to post that.

Once burned, twice shy

Allright, allright, I realize that I'm a terrible person...er, blogger really. So fine, here I am, posting this up for your amusement. Yes, that's right, all you lovely leeches, for your entertainment ALONE!!! Whew.

Last couple of nights have been absolutely fantastic, probably to make up for my shithole of a week. I mean, running for four days on about 3-4.5 hours of sleep is not a good thing. Why, oh why does my life have to be so busy? I went out friday with Heather, Julie and Lauren shopping, bought my formal dress, shoes, jewelry. Wow, unbelievable. Heather accused me of shopping like a man. Heh. It's true, when something looks good, fits, is comfy...you buy the damn thing, not sit around and regret it later. 'Sides, I had moola. (Though Now I'm sure I don't anymore.)

Then, when we got home, we tooled over to triangle for some basketball with the guys. I think we played from about 10pm to 2am. Wow, That was so fun, and those guys are so cool. Hee hee, heather Julie and I were kicking their butts on the girls vs. guys games though.... ha ha.

Last night, I went (reluctantly) to the triangle after-formal party. I had felt kinda goobery that afternoon...since I caught up on all my sleep then. Well, I ended up drinking, and dancing, and hot tubbing and generally having a fantastic time. Jason was a sweetie and walked me home. Hurray for sweet guys. Ooh, he called me this morning. I'd better call him back about breakfast. Yikes.

Ha ha, He wanted to go to formal with me. I guess I am pretty traditional in some ways---he sort of had to ask ME if he could come with me to MY formal....eheh. whups. Ah well. In some things, I suppose I'm hopelessly shy. Damnit. I thought I'd gotten over all that stuff. But then, seeing as I didn't have a social life in high school, I guess I'm being "worn in" in a way here at college. Phooooooey. i want it to hurry up allready, but I'm just not a terribly agressive person in some areas.

Maybe I'm afraid of getting my heart hurt if I get too involved. I still remember in sixth grade I really liked some guy...jonh rasmussen was his name, I think, and was obsessively jealous and stuff though it was completely unwarranted. Scarily obsessed, okay? And I never really talked to the guy much or anything. Maybe that's why I always avoided the teen idol worship....I'd already gone through that stage really early, and the strength of my irrationality scared me. And the strength of my emotions. I almost feel ashamed of how badly I treated other girls who liked him. Which is maybe why I'm afraid of getting involved with anyone else. Because I know IF I fall, it'll be hard.

On another lighter note, I've discovered a great new webblog: here. It has some really great stuff on it, for example, some links to several cool survey thingies:


If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I'm the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I'm mad then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
What Poetry Form Are You?

OR.....


I, as a clerihew,
Tend to be merry; too
Merry, it might, perhaps, by some, be claimed;
But I'm sure that these people are wrong, and need to be grievously maimed.
What Poetry Form Are You?

Hee hee hee. Or, hats:

What Sort of Hat Are You? I am a Bowler Hat.I am a Bowler Hat
I'm very proper, often politically correct, precise and dapper. I generally look down on the masses, but I usually try not to let it show. What Sort of Hat Are You?

Hopefully I will get to post a link on my blog to hers. That would be really cool.
So, the slightly crispy kitty of Samuel Clemen's quote will be signing off for the day...I foresee much homework and reading in her future.

ACK.
ACK.

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Intellectual property...UCLA is stupid.

Back again, actually got a decent amount of sleep yesterday. Of course, getting a decent amount of sleep involved coming home from astro 3 and going to sleep until 845...then going around knocking on doors for game night on 6South....then eating a lot of food...and then going straight back to bed. Ahhhhh. I think I got a full eight hours of sleep. A truly amazing feat, since I covered Aileen's late shift monday, and was kind of loopy the next day. I have a late shift tonight. At least, I think I do. If everyone remembers I will. Hm.

Almog wasn't there for office hours on monday. Oh, and Amir freaked me out on sunday night and I thought the bibliography assignment was due. So, I did it Monday morning. Really EARLY in the morning. Arg.

I got some sort of notice from housing about file sharing. I think everyone got it. Stupid, if you ask me. The number of geeky smart computer people/hackers on campus is an exponential number compared to the people trying to regulate. There's always going to be ways around the ridiculous "file sharing" thing. Why then, are they being such asses about it? Pure idiocy. The intelligent nature of the Recording Industry is amazing. (sarcasm). Why don't they just pull their asses out of their butts and get a clue? Music is free. While a particular SONG, and its written lyrics are intellectual property, how is a recording of that song played ALOUD considered property? Silly. Who was the dumb dick that established that precedent? And another thing: what If I need that song for educational purposes? "Reasonable" educational purposes? Like to make a presentation for class? Or because it's lyrics are significant? Can I not play it anymore on my guitar or violin because it's copyrighted? That's just dumb. (And extreme.) Music is meant to be enjoyed---played aloud. Yeah, it belongs to the artist, but I don't see the ARTISTS getting paid much for the songs anyways, so what's the point of all the hullabaloo? They get paid only a few pennies for each cd sold. And frankly, the markup on cd's is 100-200%... they only cost about 30 cents MAX to make. Easy. So why should I pay the recording industry fat cats? You give me proof that the recording industry is giving more money to the artists, I'll quit sharing my files!

Ahh, time for breakfast. More analysis of this stupidity later...a blow-by-blow!
And now, a message from my sponsor: Food!

Friday, April 09, 2004

"Meditations on the First Philosophy".....7

Well, my philosophy 7 class is Veeery interesting. Already I have a bunch of questions for Almog that I think I'm going to go in and ask him. Like examples of what he was talking about in lecture. He's not confusing, it's just that he thinks in another language, and likes to go on tangents...that sometimes really don't explain whatever the hell point he is trying to illustrate for us. So you can follow along, but if you sit in the back, you're going to be lost. Or fucked. Whichever. The one thing that's really great about him is that he has great eye contact. Oh, and according to some of my classmates who walked home with me, his accent is entertaining (keeps you awake). I typed up my notes for that class to try to keep whatever was in my head current and get it on paper before I totally forget what I meant when I wrote it down and can't read my notes at all. Because I have a feeling that will happen. Heh heh.

Astronomy 3 is really a great class. I'm loving it more and more each time I go. I just wish that my book and cd would arrive so I can start reading for it and everything. I've been reading the LS 1 text, and it's HORRIBLE! Too much info crammed into a chapter. I think I'd be fucked if I hadn't taken AP bio in high school. Yeesh. At least the lab section (on thursdays at nine am) is pretty cool. The TA is cool. Oh, and strangely enough, they cancelled lecture today...which I didn't know. So I went, got my seat, and then the TA's dismissed us, so I went to the Ackerman bookstore and read some bits of a book on the Philosophy of D'oh---> the Simpsons. Hee hee, something I'll definitely have to read later.

A random note from Astro 3: am stands for "ante-meridian" or before the midday/zenith when the sun is overhead at noon....and pm stands for "poste-meridian" after midday/zenith. Cool. I never knew that before. And now, I can proudly boast of my new singularly useless bit of trivia. Wheee, I'm gonna dominate in trivial pursuit~!!

I went down after class yesterday (sounds like I'm not gonna get into psych 85...fucking professor) to buy my reader for philosophy 7...but I couldn't remember where the office was, so it was a bogus trip. Becoming desperate, I aim'd Jacob (from access control) and asked to copy his reader....which he let me do at 11pm-ish. (He was working downstairs, so I didn't have to walk down the hill to sproul). I am a lazy bastard. The funny part of the whole thing was, I had EXACTLY enough change to copy the reader...ha ha! AND, the guy after me who used the copier was copying the exact same thing! HA ha, coincidence.

I was just too fagged to go to the citywalk dessert with AEPhi last night. A shame, since I wanted to go, but sleep won out. That, and icky bloodshot eyes the first week of the quarter are not a good thing. Danged roomie and her BF woke me up at around nine though, watching that goddamned tv show "the apprentice". ARRRRG.

I don't know why, but common courtesy is eroding in this room. Pisses me off. Oh, and the only people who ever visit the roomie are BF...and BF. Nobody else, really. Except rarely. Yeeg. Can't they hang out in his room as well? Or does it smell there or something horrible, like it has toxic waste all over the floor? I must be pms'ing again. GRRRRR. (yes, I realize that was not a gramatically correct sentance there.)

Yay, it was such a good idea to use my pandas-in-a-jar notebook for all my subjects. I don't think I'll run out of room, since I didn't with Stats 10. Kind of nice to only lug around one notebook and not have to confuse them or forget them in my room. the only separate notebook I have is psych 85...because I ran out of sections in the panda-jar.

Gotta investigate other classes to take. Damn. Maybe spanish something. Arrr. Oh, and have to finish Bio reading. Hmm. Perhaps I'll do that tonight at work, and instead, I'll take a nap. Except I don't feel sleepy.

Rats.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

Futility...

Home again, and it's surprizingly cold here. I've gone to all my classes, including the Psych 85 class that I'm trying to get into. Of course, today i was totally stupid and forgot to wear my glasses, pretty much crippling myself. My Philos 7 discussion was cancelled, but not before i tooled all the way across campus to READ THE FREAKIN note on the door!! ARUGH. totally disgruntled. Couldn't they have sent out an email?

Ah well, it was okay since I went to the House for lunch with Julie, Thao, and eventually Michaella...and then off I went to buy my science kit and biology books. Gotta read my bio tonight, as well as check my schedule and see if I'm working. I've totally forgotten.

My asto 3 Prof looks totally entertaining. I can't wait to get my book in the mail and start reading. Until then, I'll just have to take really good notes. He's so geekily COOL.

Life sci 1 is really crowded...lots of silly freshmen who want the lecturing prof (a young woman) to go slower. HA! She goes plenty fast enough!!! They're just not used to college yet or something, the little crybabies. Humpf. At least she does powerpoint, unlike SOME professors who just straight up lecture from their own notes. Now THAT's harsh.

Life looks good. Gotta go tell the sailing team that they'll be one short this quarter. I'm going to STUDY hard, baby!

I'd better go get ready for my discussion. Weeg. Astro, Here I COME!!

Friday, April 02, 2004

Off to SB...WHOOPIEE!

Hmmm. Off to SB for the weekend. I don't think I'll be doing any sailing, since I've managed to come down with a nasty virus from last weekend/saturday. Uggh. I'm feeling better, but my brain is leaking lubricant/boogers, and the throat is just a little sore. At least its not so swollen and painful that I can't turn my head anymore. Dad seemed to think that I inhertited that "throat" weakness from his genes. Oh, and the whole sensitivity to grass cuttings. Bleah.

Hurray, ucla accepts IES transcripts!! WHOOOPIEEEE! Got a lovely email back from the lady, and we are green to go as fast as I can fill out the whole application and give my reccommendation letter to my professor...and maybe tyler's mom? Must write tyler and Aunt sheila and popoo for the lovely birthday things they sent me. Lovely people. HuuU.

Ha ha, went to big lots a day ago, spend massive moola. Got new face care, shampoo, notebooks, pens, organization stuff...general fun times all around. I'm glad there's no big lots near UCLA or I'd go broke SO fast....ha ha. Even got stinky stuff to spray on my linens. =)

I'd better go finish consolidating all my crap for sb. Wheee! It will be so much FUN. And I'm looking forward to seeing megan and phil again. (I just love megan!)