I feel this is an important issue that cannot be denied any longer!
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
"I want a giant terrestrial land squid. Best. Pet. Ever."
Today is the Megalesia of Cybele in Phrygia and Rome, commemorating the arrival of the goddess to her Roman temple. I don't know how it was celebrated, particularly.
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If anyone asks, it's not snowing.
No, it isn't. I refuse to believe it could be snowing in April, after 70-degree weather last week. That's just ludicrous.
...Let me wallow in my delusions!!!
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So I think that the professors here have psychic powers that let them know when a person's social life starts to pick up, so that they know when to start assigning extra homework. I've been swamped.
In other news, I made an appointment to talk to my advisor on Friday after Latin, so I can figure out my schedule for next year. I know I need to take Organic Chemistry (blech) and probably Precalculus (double blech), but beyond that I'm uncertain. With those two monsters, I think I need a real break, something like Art. I think I have some creative-ish core credit I need to fulfill. Then... something else. One other class. I bet they make me take a Bio class or something, but I really don't want two mathy classes AND two sciency ones. Because I would die.
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So Ryter met Loquatia today. This was in part because Ryter wanted to meet her and in part because she's doing this RA thing where they want her to strike up a conversation with someone new. Dinner was about ten times more talkative than it usually is with just me and Loquatia-- I think we ran out of stuff to discuss a couple months ago.
Anyway, yeah, we trekked through the snow-- WHICH ISN'T THERE-- over to JP's, ate, talked, etc, then Loquatia went off to Swing and Ryter and I walked back to his place. I realized a little too late that we were totally walking right past Stoke, and I really should have just gone and picked up those sour pickles Mistake was randomly craving and dropped them off at her door, but oh well, I didn't. Anyway, yes, we went back to his place, hung out and talked about religion and other such Big Important Subjects and then I returned here in plenty of time to finish that stupid English essay which is totally like 13 pages.
Ryter liked Loquatia well enough, though he,like so many before him, fell into the "misreading of the facial signals" trap. Loquatia doesn't tend to express on her face what she feels, and she usually looks upset. Mistake did the same thing when she first met her. Heck, I thought she didn't like me for the first three months or so.
Loquatia said that Ryter was "nice" but mostly what she pointed out was that we seem to have a lot in common (we do), and he seems to like me (I hope so, at this point). The word "cute" was used a lot about the two of us, which I should probably resent more than I do. She also asked me if he was a goth at some point (he sort of was), which goes to show you that either it's waaaay more obvious than I thought and I'm just dense or she's very perceptive. And she thought he seemed nervous. He probably was. I dunno.
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Phylum presentations continued in Bio lab, before we got to play with bugs, and the first presenters brought candy, per tradition. Theirs was really cool, though.
Remember those Creepy Crawly sets where you pour the gooey plastic into a bug mold and get a squishy fake bug? Well, they had taken one of those molds, of a scorpion, and made chocolate scorpions-- except because their project was on an intestinal worm, there was totally a gummy worm inside.
I was mildly disturbed, but it was pretty creative.
Though I have to say, the best lab was presented by Incredibly Hot Guy (I'm still going to call him that, mostly because I've called him that before and he hasn't become Got Plastic Surgery And Is No Longer Incredibly Hot Guy, sorry if it's weird) and Flirts With TAs. Theirs was only mildly related to their subject but it was filled with random funny pictures, like Incredibly Hot Guy asleep with a dream bubble with a picture of the professor in it. For the "Reproduction" slide it was the two of them in the shower in their boxers. We were cracking up. Of course, that was an excellent time for Incredibly Hot Guy to remind everyone of his interest in the ladies by making the word "vagina" spin on the screen a couple times.
Ah, college.
If anyone asks, it's not snowing.
No, it isn't. I refuse to believe it could be snowing in April, after 70-degree weather last week. That's just ludicrous.
...Let me wallow in my delusions!!!
So I think that the professors here have psychic powers that let them know when a person's social life starts to pick up, so that they know when to start assigning extra homework. I've been swamped.
In other news, I made an appointment to talk to my advisor on Friday after Latin, so I can figure out my schedule for next year. I know I need to take Organic Chemistry (blech) and probably Precalculus (double blech), but beyond that I'm uncertain. With those two monsters, I think I need a real break, something like Art. I think I have some creative-ish core credit I need to fulfill. Then... something else. One other class. I bet they make me take a Bio class or something, but I really don't want two mathy classes AND two sciency ones. Because I would die.So Ryter met Loquatia today. This was in part because Ryter wanted to meet her and in part because she's doing this RA thing where they want her to strike up a conversation with someone new. Dinner was about ten times more talkative than it usually is with just me and Loquatia-- I think we ran out of stuff to discuss a couple months ago.
Anyway, yeah, we trekked through the snow-- WHICH ISN'T THERE-- over to JP's, ate, talked, etc, then Loquatia went off to Swing and Ryter and I walked back to his place. I realized a little too late that we were totally walking right past Stoke, and I really should have just gone and picked up those sour pickles Mistake was randomly craving and dropped them off at her door, but oh well, I didn't. Anyway, yes, we went back to his place, hung out and talked about religion and other such Big Important Subjects and then I returned here in plenty of time to finish that stupid English essay which is totally like 13 pages.
Ryter liked Loquatia well enough, though he,like so many before him, fell into the "misreading of the facial signals" trap. Loquatia doesn't tend to express on her face what she feels, and she usually looks upset. Mistake did the same thing when she first met her. Heck, I thought she didn't like me for the first three months or so.
Loquatia said that Ryter was "nice" but mostly what she pointed out was that we seem to have a lot in common (we do), and he seems to like me (I hope so, at this point). The word "cute" was used a lot about the two of us, which I should probably resent more than I do. She also asked me if he was a goth at some point (he sort of was), which goes to show you that either it's waaaay more obvious than I thought and I'm just dense or she's very perceptive. And she thought he seemed nervous. He probably was. I dunno.Phylum presentations continued in Bio lab, before we got to play with bugs, and the first presenters brought candy, per tradition. Theirs was really cool, though.
Remember those Creepy Crawly sets where you pour the gooey plastic into a bug mold and get a squishy fake bug? Well, they had taken one of those molds, of a scorpion, and made chocolate scorpions-- except because their project was on an intestinal worm, there was totally a gummy worm inside.
I was mildly disturbed, but it was pretty creative.
Though I have to say, the best lab was presented by Incredibly Hot Guy (I'm still going to call him that, mostly because I've called him that before and he hasn't become Got Plastic Surgery And Is No Longer Incredibly Hot Guy, sorry if it's weird) and Flirts With TAs. Theirs was only mildly related to their subject but it was filled with random funny pictures, like Incredibly Hot Guy asleep with a dream bubble with a picture of the professor in it. For the "Reproduction" slide it was the two of them in the shower in their boxers. We were cracking up. Of course, that was an excellent time for Incredibly Hot Guy to remind everyone of his interest in the ladies by making the word "vagina" spin on the screen a couple times.
Ah, college.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
"I bring you love, peace, and pie."
Nate is a Blog is back! Or... it was back, for a while, but I didn't know about it. Anyway, hopefully we'll get to read more of his funny stuff since he's no longer 1 of 1.5.
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Today was a good day.
Why was it a good day?
Because I didn't finish studying last night, of course, so I took my biology test today vastly underprepared. And guess what? According to Mistake, who has some friends in the class, Bio review wasn't canceled-- it was at 7 instead of at 5. So I could have gone. Grr.
Anyway, after failing that test, I headed over to the library to work on my English essay, still unfinished. It's already eight pages long and I still haven't even gotten near the end. This is frustrating.
Caught the bus over to Dover and went to Store 24 for some food. Alas, they were out. Yes, of food. There was nothing I could eat in the whole damn store. Finally I grabbed a frozen chicken pot pie and decided to hope for the best; my therapist's office has a microwave.
Half an hour later, I'm still trying to nuke the damn thing... It wouldn't cook the crust properly, so I ate it doughy. Not a great idea. The texture made me nauseus so I set it aside until my therapist attempted to stick it in the toaster oven. It cooled as I talked and then I wolfed it down before running to the bus-- literally, I would have missed it if some dude hadn't seen me sprinting up the street, waving my arms frantically and trying not to kick my laptop bag so hard that it wound up in the street.
Now there's an image for you.
I got more of the essay done on the bus. Want to get carsick? Type in a moving vehicle. Ugh. I got back to campus, staggered back to my dorm, started printing what I had of the English essay and proceeded to throw a coughing/gagging fit. Then, calmed by Coke and some deep breathing, I arrived ten minutes late to class and realized I hadn't done the workshopping I was supposed to do on this girl's paper, so I did it as we discussed it and hoped for the best.
Good news? They liked what little I had finished of the essay...
Post-class, 3:30, back to the dorm to finish the lab report I hadn't even started that was due at 6. Because I am a terrible procrastinator. With some help from Maritima, who is way too patient with me, it was completed in time, though I didn't get to eat dinner and subsisted instead on popcorn and Ramen. We then did a gaseous chemicals lab and I totally inhaled (there goes my political career), returning my nausea/headache in full force.
Got an A on my chem test, though. She handed them back during lab. That was pretty awesome.
Then I got back after lab and realized I screwed up my housing stuff, but thankfully that was worked out with my hall director fairly easily. I just was rather panicky for a little bit there.
Anyway, normally after one of these days I'd come back here, write a blog entry about sucky dayness, and then curl up in bed thinking, "It will be better tomorrow. It will be better tomorrow." But I totally didn't have to do that today, I just had to come online and talk to Ryter, and he basically managed to say everything that I needed to hear but don't trust if I have to ask for.
And that's why it was a good day.
Today was a good day.
Why was it a good day?
Because I didn't finish studying last night, of course, so I took my biology test today vastly underprepared. And guess what? According to Mistake, who has some friends in the class, Bio review wasn't canceled-- it was at 7 instead of at 5. So I could have gone. Grr.
Anyway, after failing that test, I headed over to the library to work on my English essay, still unfinished. It's already eight pages long and I still haven't even gotten near the end. This is frustrating.
Caught the bus over to Dover and went to Store 24 for some food. Alas, they were out. Yes, of food. There was nothing I could eat in the whole damn store. Finally I grabbed a frozen chicken pot pie and decided to hope for the best; my therapist's office has a microwave.
Half an hour later, I'm still trying to nuke the damn thing... It wouldn't cook the crust properly, so I ate it doughy. Not a great idea. The texture made me nauseus so I set it aside until my therapist attempted to stick it in the toaster oven. It cooled as I talked and then I wolfed it down before running to the bus-- literally, I would have missed it if some dude hadn't seen me sprinting up the street, waving my arms frantically and trying not to kick my laptop bag so hard that it wound up in the street.
Now there's an image for you.
I got more of the essay done on the bus. Want to get carsick? Type in a moving vehicle. Ugh. I got back to campus, staggered back to my dorm, started printing what I had of the English essay and proceeded to throw a coughing/gagging fit. Then, calmed by Coke and some deep breathing, I arrived ten minutes late to class and realized I hadn't done the workshopping I was supposed to do on this girl's paper, so I did it as we discussed it and hoped for the best.
Good news? They liked what little I had finished of the essay...
Post-class, 3:30, back to the dorm to finish the lab report I hadn't even started that was due at 6. Because I am a terrible procrastinator. With some help from Maritima, who is way too patient with me, it was completed in time, though I didn't get to eat dinner and subsisted instead on popcorn and Ramen. We then did a gaseous chemicals lab and I totally inhaled (there goes my political career), returning my nausea/headache in full force.
Got an A on my chem test, though. She handed them back during lab. That was pretty awesome.
Then I got back after lab and realized I screwed up my housing stuff, but thankfully that was worked out with my hall director fairly easily. I just was rather panicky for a little bit there.
Anyway, normally after one of these days I'd come back here, write a blog entry about sucky dayness, and then curl up in bed thinking, "It will be better tomorrow. It will be better tomorrow." But I totally didn't have to do that today, I just had to come online and talk to Ryter, and he basically managed to say everything that I needed to hear but don't trust if I have to ask for.
And that's why it was a good day.
Monday, April 2, 2007
There are more people on campus who know me than who I know
Today is a day to honor the Pleiades, the seven daughters of Atlas (dude who holds up the sky on his shoulders) and the nymph Pleione. They were placed in the sky as the constellation that we know as the Pleiades.
All the Pleiades were important to lineages. Maia, the eldest, was the mother of Mercury/Hermes, the messenger god, by Jupiter/Zeus. Zeus also banged Taygete who mothered the first of the Spartan kings, and Electra, the mother of the ancestors of the Trojans. Meanwhile Poseidon bedded Celaeno and Alcyone, who was the grandmother of Orion (the constellation), and Ares made Sterope the ancestress of the royal families of Elias and Mycenae.
This part of mythology always reminds me of the Biblical/Judaic "begets." You know, so-and-so beget so-and-so, on and on.
Anyway, the last of the sisters, Merope, married a mortal (as opposed to just shagging a god without the whole marriage thing) and since it's a big no-no on Olympus for an immortal woman to marry a mortal man (but immortal men can marry mortal women all they want, that's fine), she was later so ashamed that when she joined her sisters in the sky she hid her face, which is why we can only see six of the seven Pleiades stars with the naked eye.
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Now, for the great revelation... I wasn't lying yesterday. It wasn't really a prank. I just wanted to see how many people would believe it was a prank if I mentioned that it was April Fool's Day. I confused my sister so bad that she's still not sure if I'm lying or not.
So, unless I'm getting pranked myself, by Bisobrina, I really am related to Mary Boleyn, and thus am descended from aristocracy.
Okay, see, I had this great prank all planned out, practically written already, except that the premise of the prank was that I was going to be all crazy uber-excited because some guy had randomly asked me out and I had a date for a change. I had two ideas to choose from-- one, have a random meet-cute in the dining hall or something, or two, have someone on Facebook hunt me down and ask me out.
Except the latter really happened, so my prank was ruined. But considering that something so radical (well, to me) that I thought it would make a fairly out-there April Fool's entry ACTUALLY HAPPENED, I'm not complaining. Then as I scrambled for an alternative Bisobrina called with a story that kinda sounds like something I would have made up anyway if I were a lot more creative. So I figured, why not?
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Blackboard wasn't working today (surprise, surprise) so I couldn't get into my UNH email account. Normally this would be just an annoyance, but I needed to know where the Bio review was tonight. Unable to discover this, I was forced to just go over to the building I knew it to be in and hope I saw someone I knew.
I didn't.
So I wandered over to the other place I thought it might be, the normal lecture hall, and there I ran into a girl I knew from class, with the same problem I had; we wandered together for about fifteen minutes before finding the room and realizing that it was empty and dark. Clearly, he had canceled the review without warning us... great...
So I'm on my own for review.
Because I SO needed this.
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WOOT! I totally had my first encounter with an internet troll today!
The only reason this is noteworthy at all is because hey, it's never happened to me before. I don't tend to get involved in controversial debates online. But yeah, someone picked up on a comment I left on someone else's blog and came to shoot insults at me, clearly just trying to make me upset. To which I say, uhm, that little trash can is there for a reason... I'll just delete the comments, over and over, and I don't get upset about it, because whoever is writing them clearly needs to express themselves and can't manage to do so in any other way than to insult random bloggers over the internet. Perhaps they should turn it into a career and take up political talk radio.
People insult me to my face and I laugh it off. Why would I care if someone insults me over the internet? Besides, I've been called a lot worse. I mean, in my childhood, I was regularly called ugly (still get called that), fat, smelly, hairy, deformed, degenerate, a wuss, a freak, a weirdo, a loser, a moron, every other word you can imagine for moron, and pretty much every variation of the above. My own mother used to only ever give me backhanded compliments. You have to get a tough skin in my family or you wind up with the self-esteem of a slime mold.
(I do not have the self esteem of a slime mold. I have the self esteem of a three-week-old grapefruit. It's very different. Actually, right now my self esteem is more comparable to, say, a female ginkgo tree, in that I know I'm important to the propagation of the species but most people don't want me around because my decaying leaves are terrible stinkbombs.
Metaphorically speaking, of course.)
So I plan to revel in the insults. My alternative is to care and thus either go cry in a corner or unleash my secret horde of undead zombies to track them down, and the last time I did that I got in trouble with the police for corpse neglect. I always forget than even zombies need feeding...
I'm just kidding. I don't have a secret horde of undead zombies. I don't have a secret horde of anything repetitious like that. I have a secret hoard of candy and Ramen noodles but I don't think that's the same thing.
All the Pleiades were important to lineages. Maia, the eldest, was the mother of Mercury/Hermes, the messenger god, by Jupiter/Zeus. Zeus also banged Taygete who mothered the first of the Spartan kings, and Electra, the mother of the ancestors of the Trojans. Meanwhile Poseidon bedded Celaeno and Alcyone, who was the grandmother of Orion (the constellation), and Ares made Sterope the ancestress of the royal families of Elias and Mycenae.This part of mythology always reminds me of the Biblical/Judaic "begets." You know, so-and-so beget so-and-so, on and on.
Anyway, the last of the sisters, Merope, married a mortal (as opposed to just shagging a god without the whole marriage thing) and since it's a big no-no on Olympus for an immortal woman to marry a mortal man (but immortal men can marry mortal women all they want, that's fine), she was later so ashamed that when she joined her sisters in the sky she hid her face, which is why we can only see six of the seven Pleiades stars with the naked eye.
Now, for the great revelation... I wasn't lying yesterday. It wasn't really a prank. I just wanted to see how many people would believe it was a prank if I mentioned that it was April Fool's Day. I confused my sister so bad that she's still not sure if I'm lying or not.
So, unless I'm getting pranked myself, by Bisobrina, I really am related to Mary Boleyn, and thus am descended from aristocracy.
Okay, see, I had this great prank all planned out, practically written already, except that the premise of the prank was that I was going to be all crazy uber-excited because some guy had randomly asked me out and I had a date for a change. I had two ideas to choose from-- one, have a random meet-cute in the dining hall or something, or two, have someone on Facebook hunt me down and ask me out.
Except the latter really happened, so my prank was ruined. But considering that something so radical (well, to me) that I thought it would make a fairly out-there April Fool's entry ACTUALLY HAPPENED, I'm not complaining. Then as I scrambled for an alternative Bisobrina called with a story that kinda sounds like something I would have made up anyway if I were a lot more creative. So I figured, why not?
Blackboard wasn't working today (surprise, surprise) so I couldn't get into my UNH email account. Normally this would be just an annoyance, but I needed to know where the Bio review was tonight. Unable to discover this, I was forced to just go over to the building I knew it to be in and hope I saw someone I knew.
I didn't.
So I wandered over to the other place I thought it might be, the normal lecture hall, and there I ran into a girl I knew from class, with the same problem I had; we wandered together for about fifteen minutes before finding the room and realizing that it was empty and dark. Clearly, he had canceled the review without warning us... great...
So I'm on my own for review.
Because I SO needed this.
WOOT! I totally had my first encounter with an internet troll today!
The only reason this is noteworthy at all is because hey, it's never happened to me before. I don't tend to get involved in controversial debates online. But yeah, someone picked up on a comment I left on someone else's blog and came to shoot insults at me, clearly just trying to make me upset. To which I say, uhm, that little trash can is there for a reason... I'll just delete the comments, over and over, and I don't get upset about it, because whoever is writing them clearly needs to express themselves and can't manage to do so in any other way than to insult random bloggers over the internet. Perhaps they should turn it into a career and take up political talk radio.
People insult me to my face and I laugh it off. Why would I care if someone insults me over the internet? Besides, I've been called a lot worse. I mean, in my childhood, I was regularly called ugly (still get called that), fat, smelly, hairy, deformed, degenerate, a wuss, a freak, a weirdo, a loser, a moron, every other word you can imagine for moron, and pretty much every variation of the above. My own mother used to only ever give me backhanded compliments. You have to get a tough skin in my family or you wind up with the self-esteem of a slime mold.(I do not have the self esteem of a slime mold. I have the self esteem of a three-week-old grapefruit. It's very different. Actually, right now my self esteem is more comparable to, say, a female ginkgo tree, in that I know I'm important to the propagation of the species but most people don't want me around because my decaying leaves are terrible stinkbombs.
Metaphorically speaking, of course.)
So I plan to revel in the insults. My alternative is to care and thus either go cry in a corner or unleash my secret horde of undead zombies to track them down, and the last time I did that I got in trouble with the police for corpse neglect. I always forget than even zombies need feeding...
I'm just kidding. I don't have a secret horde of undead zombies. I don't have a secret horde of anything repetitious like that. I have a secret hoard of candy and Ramen noodles but I don't think that's the same thing.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Basio's an aristocrat!
Today is the Veneralia, a festival to honor Venus/Aphrodite. For this day, women removed the jewelry from Venus' cult statue, bathed the statue, adorned it with flowers, and then bathed themselves in the public baths with wreaths of myrtle on their heads. They would then ask for divine help in their relations with men.
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Guess what?
I got a call from Bisobrina today. Bisobrina's really into genealogy, which may or may not be associated with the fact that she's adopted and thus has been thinking about family a lot lately. Anyway, thanks to the wonders of the internet, she's been looking into our family's history, and apparently on my mother's side she's traced it back to the 1100's, which impresses the heck out of me.
What impresses me more is that she's discovered that I am related to the one, the only, the infamous... Anne Boleyn.
Actually, I'm related to Mary Boleyn, Anne's sister. Anne, for the less informed among my readers, was the second wife of King Henry VIII of England and the mother of Elizabeth I. She was among the reasons why Henry decided to create the Church of England (well, kinda. He would've done it for any other fertile woman, but she was the one he picked). I am a descendant of her sister Mary, who also put out for the king but who has the advantage of not having been beheaded before she was able to produce more than one kid, who, I might add, remained unmarried.
Anyway, yes. My grandmother to the umpteenth power put out for a king who banged and beheaded her sister. Shrewd and I were wondering if that makes us genetically loose women. It's possible. I find this theory to be AWESOME.
Winston Churchill is also related to Mary Boleyn, but the chances of the lines of descent being at all similar are pretty low. Technically he'd be at least a distant cousin, but then, technically everyone is my distant cousin, especially outside of Africa with the whole Mitochondrial Eve thing (or we're all descended from Adam and Eve for you Christians). I can technically say I'm related to Jesus. Oh my god, I'm related to Jesus! But so is everyone, so it's not nearly as cool.
I want to know how closely related to Jesus I am. That would be a great thing to discuss at parties. "You're a Jehovah's Witness? Well, speaking of Jehovah, you know his son? I'm totally the descendant of his third cousin." Okay, so maybe it would be lame. This is why I don't do so hot at parties.
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Shrewd wants to discover that we are Jesus's great5,000 neices, because that would make us the last Zions like in that movie Dogma, but I had to inform her that that's pretty unlikely and anyway, we have cousins who are younger than us so it seems very improbable that we will get to team up with Kevin Smith, Jason Mewes, Chris Rock and Salma Hayek and have adventures fighting demons in a race to stop Matt Damon and Ben Affleck from unraveling space and time.
No matter how awesome that would be.
Anyway, I may not be related to Jesus, but I am related to the slutty sister of a slutty beheaded woman. My genes ain't divine, but they sure have a lot of royal promiscuity in them.
Okay, I'm gone now. Just one more thing:
HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!
Guess what?
I got a call from Bisobrina today. Bisobrina's really into genealogy, which may or may not be associated with the fact that she's adopted and thus has been thinking about family a lot lately. Anyway, thanks to the wonders of the internet, she's been looking into our family's history, and apparently on my mother's side she's traced it back to the 1100's, which impresses the heck out of me.
What impresses me more is that she's discovered that I am related to the one, the only, the infamous... Anne Boleyn.
Actually, I'm related to Mary Boleyn, Anne's sister. Anne, for the less informed among my readers, was the second wife of King Henry VIII of England and the mother of Elizabeth I. She was among the reasons why Henry decided to create the Church of England (well, kinda. He would've done it for any other fertile woman, but she was the one he picked). I am a descendant of her sister Mary, who also put out for the king but who has the advantage of not having been beheaded before she was able to produce more than one kid, who, I might add, remained unmarried.Anyway, yes. My grandmother to the umpteenth power put out for a king who banged and beheaded her sister. Shrewd and I were wondering if that makes us genetically loose women. It's possible. I find this theory to be AWESOME.
Winston Churchill is also related to Mary Boleyn, but the chances of the lines of descent being at all similar are pretty low. Technically he'd be at least a distant cousin, but then, technically everyone is my distant cousin, especially outside of Africa with the whole Mitochondrial Eve thing (or we're all descended from Adam and Eve for you Christians). I can technically say I'm related to Jesus. Oh my god, I'm related to Jesus! But so is everyone, so it's not nearly as cool.
I want to know how closely related to Jesus I am. That would be a great thing to discuss at parties. "You're a Jehovah's Witness? Well, speaking of Jehovah, you know his son? I'm totally the descendant of his third cousin." Okay, so maybe it would be lame. This is why I don't do so hot at parties.
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Shrewd wants to discover that we are Jesus's great5,000 neices, because that would make us the last Zions like in that movie Dogma, but I had to inform her that that's pretty unlikely and anyway, we have cousins who are younger than us so it seems very improbable that we will get to team up with Kevin Smith, Jason Mewes, Chris Rock and Salma Hayek and have adventures fighting demons in a race to stop Matt Damon and Ben Affleck from unraveling space and time.No matter how awesome that would be.
Anyway, I may not be related to Jesus, but I am related to the slutty sister of a slutty beheaded woman. My genes ain't divine, but they sure have a lot of royal promiscuity in them.
Okay, I'm gone now. Just one more thing:
HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY!
"Platypus Brings Armageddon!"
Today is the festival of Luna, goddess of the moon. Yeah, not much to say about that...
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I normally don't talk about my dates with Ryter. However, I'm more likely to do so if other people are involved in it. Like meeting his friend last night, and being awkward (Let me clarify something: Awkward as it was, I still had fun and liked meeting the kid. I can usually rise above the awkwardness). But I'm gonna talk about today, because... I was told to. And who can say no to a request like "Blog about me, baby"?
Today Ryter met Closer and Mistake. We just got together (I was NOT late, all evidence aside; they were EARLY), ate lunch at JP's, then wandered back and sat on a bunch of rocks by some trees over by the Upper Quad (It's prettier than it sounds, I promise), and listened to Closer play guitar. How did it go? No one died... there were no nuclear declarations involved... okay, I think it was fine.
The issue is as follows: Ryter and Mistake have pretty much nothing in common. All the interests I share with Mistake are the ones that Ryter doesn't have, and vice versa. I mean, I'm sure with enough time and effort they could find common ground-- Mistake likes some scifi stuff. But pretty much the closest they have to common ground would be discussing politics, and Closer can't discuss politics as, as has previously been mentioned, he zonks out. Between the four of us there was very little to discuss.
Ryter and I seem to have a conversation default when we run out of words: Zombie fights. Zombie Stalin versus Zombie Napoleon kind of thing. Problem: Mistake is mildly closer to normal, and doesn't like discussing the undead while consuming a sandwich. So much for that default.
But they didn't dislike each other. At least, Ryter didn't dislike them. I haven't talked to Mistake since then so I can't get her opinion.
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Anyway, after we went our separate ways Ryter and I went to this little beach to sit for a while and then to the mall, wandered for a bit, then went to Fridays. But not before we stopped at this ring store with a big bin-o-rings out front, complete with a watchclerk to prevent pocketers. I was looking for rings because I'm on a constant quest for some that will fit me besides the mood ring, which totally lost it's head the other day and I had to glue it back together AGAIN. Anyway, I was pawing through the silver and Ryter was goofing off, suggesting rings that he himself could get that were pretty much as girly as he could find... and Watchclerk totally took him seriously. And quite clearly seriously objected to the concept of a guy purchasing women's jewelry (to wear himself, that is). I think he would have denied us service.
It took me just long enough to realize what was going on that I was unable to rescue Ryter from the awkward cloud forming over us, so we fled, laughing uncontrollably. Laughter, you see, is the mortal enemy of the awkward cloud. Luckily it also is the natural response to it.
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Oh, and Ryter got a new DVD set that is frikkin' AWESOME, man. It's called The Future is Wild, which anyone who likes biology, evolution, computer animation or just stuff that looks cool should see. It's a miniseries, though, so we only covered what the world will look like in the next 5 million years and that took us several hours. Next up: 100 million years! Oh, and I want a pet spink. If only I had a time machine, I could go to the future and get an awesome pet. Yes, that's me-- build a time machine and use it to get futuristic animals...
I normally don't talk about my dates with Ryter. However, I'm more likely to do so if other people are involved in it. Like meeting his friend last night, and being awkward (Let me clarify something: Awkward as it was, I still had fun and liked meeting the kid. I can usually rise above the awkwardness). But I'm gonna talk about today, because... I was told to. And who can say no to a request like "Blog about me, baby"?
Today Ryter met Closer and Mistake. We just got together (I was NOT late, all evidence aside; they were EARLY), ate lunch at JP's, then wandered back and sat on a bunch of rocks by some trees over by the Upper Quad (It's prettier than it sounds, I promise), and listened to Closer play guitar. How did it go? No one died... there were no nuclear declarations involved... okay, I think it was fine.
The issue is as follows: Ryter and Mistake have pretty much nothing in common. All the interests I share with Mistake are the ones that Ryter doesn't have, and vice versa. I mean, I'm sure with enough time and effort they could find common ground-- Mistake likes some scifi stuff. But pretty much the closest they have to common ground would be discussing politics, and Closer can't discuss politics as, as has previously been mentioned, he zonks out. Between the four of us there was very little to discuss.
Ryter and I seem to have a conversation default when we run out of words: Zombie fights. Zombie Stalin versus Zombie Napoleon kind of thing. Problem: Mistake is mildly closer to normal, and doesn't like discussing the undead while consuming a sandwich. So much for that default.
But they didn't dislike each other. At least, Ryter didn't dislike them. I haven't talked to Mistake since then so I can't get her opinion.
Anyway, after we went our separate ways Ryter and I went to this little beach to sit for a while and then to the mall, wandered for a bit, then went to Fridays. But not before we stopped at this ring store with a big bin-o-rings out front, complete with a watchclerk to prevent pocketers. I was looking for rings because I'm on a constant quest for some that will fit me besides the mood ring, which totally lost it's head the other day and I had to glue it back together AGAIN. Anyway, I was pawing through the silver and Ryter was goofing off, suggesting rings that he himself could get that were pretty much as girly as he could find... and Watchclerk totally took him seriously. And quite clearly seriously objected to the concept of a guy purchasing women's jewelry (to wear himself, that is). I think he would have denied us service.
It took me just long enough to realize what was going on that I was unable to rescue Ryter from the awkward cloud forming over us, so we fled, laughing uncontrollably. Laughter, you see, is the mortal enemy of the awkward cloud. Luckily it also is the natural response to it.
Oh, and Ryter got a new DVD set that is frikkin' AWESOME, man. It's called The Future is Wild, which anyone who likes biology, evolution, computer animation or just stuff that looks cool should see. It's a miniseries, though, so we only covered what the world will look like in the next 5 million years and that took us several hours. Next up: 100 million years! Oh, and I want a pet spink. If only I had a time machine, I could go to the future and get an awesome pet. Yes, that's me-- build a time machine and use it to get futuristic animals...
Saturday, March 31, 2007
"My Science Project" was an astonishingly good movie.
Today is a festival honoring Salus, goddess of public safety and welfare, and also one of Janus, god of beginnings and Concordia, goddess of peace.
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I'm finally going to give Writer Guy a real name. But I don't actually like the Latin word for "Writer," "Scriptor," so I needed something else. Luckily for me, I remembered a book I read called The Last Book In The Universe, which includes the last human capable of writing in a post-apocalyptic world. He goes by the name/title of Ryter.
Yes, it's just a misspelling of "Writer." But it looks cool, and vaguely sounds like a name, plus it references both his writing and the genre of sci-fi that he prefers. What more is needed?
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It's springtime, so young men's minds... are exactly where they always are (in their pants?), but I have noticed a lot more kissy-face going around campus than in recent months. While this has confirmed to me that yes, PDA is still every bit as annoying if you have an Other (my mom says the "significant" indicates that it's someone you're sleeping with), it has also led me to make the following list of Places Where It Is Uncool to Canoodle:
1. At a gas station, waiting for your car to be fixed, kissing and even getting to second, while there are little old ladies sitting nearby and the younger customers are snickering and exchanging looks with the attendants because they can see that you suck at it. Honestly... who makes out when they have critics around? This one's courtesy of Ryter, who was the one who had to witness it. He was also the one snickering with the gas station attendants.
2. In the hallway right outside your room. Your room is right there. GO INSIDE.
3. Personal favorite: In front of the waffle cookers at Philbrook. Because nothing says "I love you" like preventing people from accessing sweet waffly goodness while you tongue your Significant Other (just a guess, but if you do that in public it's probably Significant). I guess waffles turn them on or something. Oh, sexy waffles... wow...
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I also noticed this morning that this girl was very enthusiastic about her toasting. She put the English Muffins in and was like, "Whoa... okay... wow! That's great! Is it gonna-- is it gonna come out? Which one's first? OH! Boo-ya! The right one! And-- and-- AWESOME! Here's the left! Woohoo!"
Legit.
Must be nice to be so easily excited.
I'm finally going to give Writer Guy a real name. But I don't actually like the Latin word for "Writer," "Scriptor," so I needed something else. Luckily for me, I remembered a book I read called The Last Book In The Universe, which includes the last human capable of writing in a post-apocalyptic world. He goes by the name/title of Ryter.
Yes, it's just a misspelling of "Writer." But it looks cool, and vaguely sounds like a name, plus it references both his writing and the genre of sci-fi that he prefers. What more is needed?
It's springtime, so young men's minds... are exactly where they always are (in their pants?), but I have noticed a lot more kissy-face going around campus than in recent months. While this has confirmed to me that yes, PDA is still every bit as annoying if you have an Other (my mom says the "significant" indicates that it's someone you're sleeping with), it has also led me to make the following list of Places Where It Is Uncool to Canoodle:
1. At a gas station, waiting for your car to be fixed, kissing and even getting to second, while there are little old ladies sitting nearby and the younger customers are snickering and exchanging looks with the attendants because they can see that you suck at it. Honestly... who makes out when they have critics around? This one's courtesy of Ryter, who was the one who had to witness it. He was also the one snickering with the gas station attendants.
2. In the hallway right outside your room. Your room is right there. GO INSIDE.
3. Personal favorite: In front of the waffle cookers at Philbrook. Because nothing says "I love you" like preventing people from accessing sweet waffly goodness while you tongue your Significant Other (just a guess, but if you do that in public it's probably Significant). I guess waffles turn them on or something. Oh, sexy waffles... wow...
I also noticed this morning that this girl was very enthusiastic about her toasting. She put the English Muffins in and was like, "Whoa... okay... wow! That's great! Is it gonna-- is it gonna come out? Which one's first? OH! Boo-ya! The right one! And-- and-- AWESOME! Here's the left! Woohoo!"
Legit.
Must be nice to be so easily excited.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Awkward is as awkward does...
It's too late for a full-out entry, and Loquatia's having enough trouble sleeping as is. That said:
-Group is awesome. They make me laugh. Alas, I can no longer talk about my actual communication problems because most of them involve either how I might talk to a guy about relationship stuff. And I can't ask a group of mostly males how to talk about male-female interactions with males. So awesome, but useless. Is that okay?
-Awkward: Guys talking about stuff that gets tossed in the urinals. And knowing that it's totally your fault for mentioning Fruit Loop target practice at daycare.
-More awkward: Getting asked by someone you are dating "So what would you want your wedding to be like?" This is awkward no matter how hypothetical it is. It will continue to be awkward until you are actually planning a real wedding with the person.
-Even more awkward: Saying "Hmm, that's a little gay" as in, that thing reeks of homosexual undertones, then discovering, whoops, damn, your boyfriend's friend, whom you are meeting for the first time, is a homosexual. I'm sorry! I try not to stereotype people as homosexual if they lisp! No one warned me! Gah...
-Probably the most awkward EVER: Two guys talking about sex in front of you, in a totally casual tone, as you sit there awkwardly playing with your hair with a very intent look on your face, silently cursing yourself for mentioning how you first met your hall president when he was going door-to-door looking for a spooning partner for a friend of his, because it is totally inadvertently your fault that you are using your hair as a curtain to hide the blushing.
-Group is awesome. They make me laugh. Alas, I can no longer talk about my actual communication problems because most of them involve either how I might talk to a guy about relationship stuff. And I can't ask a group of mostly males how to talk about male-female interactions with males. So awesome, but useless. Is that okay?
-Awkward: Guys talking about stuff that gets tossed in the urinals. And knowing that it's totally your fault for mentioning Fruit Loop target practice at daycare.
-More awkward: Getting asked by someone you are dating "So what would you want your wedding to be like?" This is awkward no matter how hypothetical it is. It will continue to be awkward until you are actually planning a real wedding with the person.
-Even more awkward: Saying "Hmm, that's a little gay" as in, that thing reeks of homosexual undertones, then discovering, whoops, damn, your boyfriend's friend, whom you are meeting for the first time, is a homosexual. I'm sorry! I try not to stereotype people as homosexual if they lisp! No one warned me! Gah...
-Probably the most awkward EVER: Two guys talking about sex in front of you, in a totally casual tone, as you sit there awkwardly playing with your hair with a very intent look on your face, silently cursing yourself for mentioning how you first met your hall president when he was going door-to-door looking for a spooning partner for a friend of his, because it is totally inadvertently your fault that you are using your hair as a curtain to hide the blushing.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
"I totally fail at pinecone hunting!"
Today is a day to leave sacrifices at the tombs of your ancestors. Well, graves, for us. Not a lot of "tombs" today.
It's also the birth date of Sol/Helios and Luna/Selene, the sun and the moon. Incidentally, until about 336 CE, this was the Nativity of Jesus as well. Besides the significance of Jesus being born on the same day as the sun was thought to have been created by the Romans, there's the fact that Jesus' birthday moves. I actually would rather believe it was today, though, because it makes more sense. I mean, that they would celebrate it at this time, when it actually occurred, and then moved it to midwinter to prevent people from celebrating pagan solstice holidays.
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There were leeches in Biology lab today... I gave my presentation on kinorhynchs, those fascinating little mud dragons (dripping with sarcasm here), and I only started stammering a couple times, so despite the fact that apparently the professor only heard every fifth word that came out of my mouth at a very low volume, I think it was okay.
Sort of.
Anyway, then we were studying worms, including flatworms (Planaria are so cute!), roundworms (freakin' SCARY under a microscope), and segmented worms, including leeches.
Let me explain. I'm petrified of leeches. Very few things gross me out; I don't mind most bugs and I played with a tarantula today (she's part of next week's lab but the TAs were playing with her). I can handle mosquitoes and needles and I can
handle earthworms. But two things really gross me out. One of them is ticks, and the other is leeches. And the latter was part of the lab today.
I mean, I bit my lip and drew the stupid thing, but that was only because it was firmly contained in a jar of water with a tightly attached lid. But ohhhh, I hate leeches.
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So Loquatia was talking on the phone today (I can't help eavesdropping! It's a small room!), and she was talking about this ID thing she went to last night. Apparently the guy mostly confused her, because he was talking about science, so she decided that she wanted to review arguments that weren't so sciency, and were by Young Earth creationists so they actually went over the "evidence" for Genesis as opposed to just talking about how there needed to be some creator, any creator. So she asked her folks to send her some stuff by Kent Hovind.
...Wow.
Kent Hovind.
As in, the one guy less credible on the subject of the origin of life than that crazy hobo I saw once on a city street with a sign saying "God's a pervert-- he's WATCHING you."
As in, the guy that creationists say "[does] the creationist cause no good." Even creationists don't buy the shit this guy makes up. He got his doctorate in Christian Education from an unaccredited college in a freakin' trailer and says he's capable of teaching science and math to kids. Every argument he uses is incorrect, five times worse than average...
Alas, before I tell Loquatia that her great, authoritative source on all things scientific is currently in jail for tax fraud I need to find a more credible (not that hard) source for creation science ideas to show her. Alas, that means putting aside my incredible skepticism and reading creationism sites...
Or I could just not care.
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In other news relating to Xtreme Christianity (the X makes it cooler, but if I put it there it's still PC), this site is absolutely HILARIOUS (Warning: Not work-safe, or, in my case, roommate-safe). This guy takes Biblical passages WAY out of context in order to justify what he believes is okay bedroom behavior.
Basically, he says:
-Anal sex is okay, and it's okay for it to be done before marriage-- but only with women.
-Oral sex is okay, also okay out of marriage, but only with women, again-- and the Bible encourages it. But the woman has to swallow.
-Threesomes are okay, as long as two of the participants are a married couple and the other one is a woman (NOT a man), a "lipstick" lesbian, and lets the man call all the shots.
-Masturbation is awesome!
-"Educational" porn: also awesome. But the actors can't swear, because that would be wrong.
-Bondage is okay, as long as the woman is the submissive one.
-Fisting also God's will.
...If more Bible-belt Christian boys read this site, there would be a lot more premarital shackin' up going on. "But honey, anal's okay before marriage-- the Bible says so!"
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Sorry my entries have been so long lately. I promise to become boring again post-haste.
It's also the birth date of Sol/Helios and Luna/Selene, the sun and the moon. Incidentally, until about 336 CE, this was the Nativity of Jesus as well. Besides the significance of Jesus being born on the same day as the sun was thought to have been created by the Romans, there's the fact that Jesus' birthday moves. I actually would rather believe it was today, though, because it makes more sense. I mean, that they would celebrate it at this time, when it actually occurred, and then moved it to midwinter to prevent people from celebrating pagan solstice holidays.
There were leeches in Biology lab today... I gave my presentation on kinorhynchs, those fascinating little mud dragons (dripping with sarcasm here), and I only started stammering a couple times, so despite the fact that apparently the professor only heard every fifth word that came out of my mouth at a very low volume, I think it was okay.
Sort of.
Anyway, then we were studying worms, including flatworms (Planaria are so cute!), roundworms (freakin' SCARY under a microscope), and segmented worms, including leeches.Let me explain. I'm petrified of leeches. Very few things gross me out; I don't mind most bugs and I played with a tarantula today (she's part of next week's lab but the TAs were playing with her). I can handle mosquitoes and needles and I can
handle earthworms. But two things really gross me out. One of them is ticks, and the other is leeches. And the latter was part of the lab today.I mean, I bit my lip and drew the stupid thing, but that was only because it was firmly contained in a jar of water with a tightly attached lid. But ohhhh, I hate leeches.
So Loquatia was talking on the phone today (I can't help eavesdropping! It's a small room!), and she was talking about this ID thing she went to last night. Apparently the guy mostly confused her, because he was talking about science, so she decided that she wanted to review arguments that weren't so sciency, and were by Young Earth creationists so they actually went over the "evidence" for Genesis as opposed to just talking about how there needed to be some creator, any creator. So she asked her folks to send her some stuff by Kent Hovind.
...Wow.
Kent Hovind.
As in, the one guy less credible on the subject of the origin of life than that crazy hobo I saw once on a city street with a sign saying "God's a pervert-- he's WATCHING you."
As in, the guy that creationists say "[does] the creationist cause no good." Even creationists don't buy the shit this guy makes up. He got his doctorate in Christian Education from an unaccredited college in a freakin' trailer and says he's capable of teaching science and math to kids. Every argument he uses is incorrect, five times worse than average...Alas, before I tell Loquatia that her great, authoritative source on all things scientific is currently in jail for tax fraud I need to find a more credible (not that hard) source for creation science ideas to show her. Alas, that means putting aside my incredible skepticism and reading creationism sites...
Or I could just not care.
In other news relating to Xtreme Christianity (the X makes it cooler, but if I put it there it's still PC), this site is absolutely HILARIOUS (Warning: Not work-safe, or, in my case, roommate-safe). This guy takes Biblical passages WAY out of context in order to justify what he believes is okay bedroom behavior.Basically, he says:
-Anal sex is okay, and it's okay for it to be done before marriage-- but only with women.
-Oral sex is okay, also okay out of marriage, but only with women, again-- and the Bible encourages it. But the woman has to swallow.
-Threesomes are okay, as long as two of the participants are a married couple and the other one is a woman (NOT a man), a "lipstick" lesbian, and lets the man call all the shots.
-Masturbation is awesome!
-"Educational" porn: also awesome. But the actors can't swear, because that would be wrong.
-Bondage is okay, as long as the woman is the submissive one.
-Fisting also God's will.
...If more Bible-belt Christian boys read this site, there would be a lot more premarital shackin' up going on. "But honey, anal's okay before marriage-- the Bible says so!"
Sorry my entries have been so long lately. I promise to become boring again post-haste.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Wow, a LONG post!
Today is the Feriae Latinae, the Latin Festival, which took place on the summit of Mt. Alba, thirteen miles to the southeast of Rome. It was a festival to honor Jupiter/Zeus Latiaris.
It's also the Lavatio Magnae Materi, the washing of the cult statue of Cybele. Apparently she needed a bath after all those dudes castrated themselves at her feet.
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My brain currently feels exactly like I imagine a fried egg feels like. I've been really flakey all day, first when I was talking to Writer Guy after my Chem exam and then again after English, and then when I managed to forget about my Chem lab, despite the fact that it's a weekly thing and not the sort of thing I usually space on.
Okay, rewind. So the Chem test wasn't too bad... I got there and couldn't find my note card with like... all the answers on it... (LOVE easygoing teachers) so I thought I had left it in my room. This was at 12:40, when the exam began. I asked the TA who was proctoring if I could run back to Hubbard and fetch the card from my room. She agreed, but warned me that I was not going to be allowed to have extra time in the end. I agreed and sprinted back across College Road and up three flights of stairs to my room, which I proceeded to tear apart in a frenzy as I searched for the card. Finding nothing, I returned five minutes later, and saw it in the bottom of my book bag.
Damn.
Anyway, I took it, and I missed the last of the 10 problems as I couldn't remember how to prove the pH and the pOH added together equals fourteen. But oh well, four points won't kill me and I probably passed, at least.
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English... oh, English. She's assigned a new essay, due a week from today, on "anything." That's right, anything. PYO Topic. Only I can't think of anything. Plus she challenged me to write using more of my own voice and less of a literary style, which basically meant using the same intimacy in my tone that I use here, on my blog. So I have to find a topic that works well in this style, which means it should probably be funny. I'm thinking about talking about my one day as a door-to-door environmentalist. Mostly to submit a paper involving the line "Holy shit, she sicced the dogs on me!"
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After I returned to my dorm I had the following exchange on AIM with my father, which did not help my mood at all:
Daddy: I was talking to your Aunt J---- and we have discovered that the son of an old friend of ours goes to UNH and is your age. His name is -------. You should look him up and use this connection as a conversation starter, J---- tells me he is quite good looking. Oops, I'm channeling your mother.
Basiorana: I have a boyfriend! And I know that kid, anyway, he's in my English class. We peer-edit together all the time. [and he's not that cute, by the way, because I know you wanted to know-- didn't say that though!]
Daddy:I don't think it wise that you are in an exclusive relationship with someone you have only been on a few dates with, especially someone who is graduating next year.
Basiorana: Yes, but he's staying in Durham!
Daddy has logged off.
Great. So now I get to deal with the fact that my father doesn't approve of my boyfriend on top of everything else. Or, more specifically, doesn't approve of my having a boyfriend. And yes, I get that most people don't wind up dating someone exclusively after only a couple dates. But we were also talking together like, every single night on AIM so it's not quite a normal relationship start like he's thinking of it anyway.
Besides, this is a step up for me. My last relationship was just after high school and we were "exclusive" right from day one.
And the fact that he's graduating? What does that matter? He'll be around for another year, and even if he wasn't, wouldn't that just solve the other thing he was complaining about by causing us to break up? I don't do long-distance relationships very well... What does he think I'm gonna do, drop out of school and marry the guy?
Besides, honestly? If I had any other prospects I might not have agreed to date Writer Guy exclusively right off. I probably would have eventually done so, because I like him and we get along great, but maybe not right then. But as far as I'm concerned, I wasn't dating anyone else then and I wouldn't be dating anyone else now, either, so if he wants to be official then why bother to make it otherwise?
I'm not looking forward to going home. I'm expecting the Spanish Inquisition.*
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Anyway, about 5:58 I remembered that duh, I have a lab Tuesday nights, and I felt like an idiot. Flaky like a pastry crust. With my prelab undone, of course, I dashed off a quick "I just remembered I have a lab like, NOW! Shit!" to Writer Guy and quickly printed out the week's procedures before sprinting across the street, popping gum in my mouth as I went because I hadn't thought to eat dinner early like I usually do.
Lab was... miserable. I can only say: Titrations. Chem students will understand. Boring, tedious, takes forever... I got out right at nine, having exhausted what few brain cells I have left after the Chem test. Maritima was also out of it today, so between the two of us and a bunch of bases and acids I am stunned that no one lost an arm.
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I'm meeting Writer Guy's friends (okay, only one friend, but whatever) on Thursday. This is Significant because it means he's not like, ashamed to be seen with me or anything. Not that... I was expecting that or anything...
So yeah, got to make a good impression, etc, etc. And then it's my turn to show off the fact that I have a Someone to my friends, which is to say, Mistake and Closer, as soon as I can actually get in touch with one of them and ask them if they're free sometime soon. He also wants to meet Loquatia, on account of not actually believing that a human being can get all the way through high school and be as uncorrupted and sheltered as she is. Don't worry. I made him promise not to scar her or anything. He wasn't even planning it.
I don't think.
*But Basio, NO ONE expects the Spanish Inquisition! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's also the Lavatio Magnae Materi, the washing of the cult statue of Cybele. Apparently she needed a bath after all those dudes castrated themselves at her feet.
My brain currently feels exactly like I imagine a fried egg feels like. I've been really flakey all day, first when I was talking to Writer Guy after my Chem exam and then again after English, and then when I managed to forget about my Chem lab, despite the fact that it's a weekly thing and not the sort of thing I usually space on.
Okay, rewind. So the Chem test wasn't too bad... I got there and couldn't find my note card with like... all the answers on it... (LOVE easygoing teachers) so I thought I had left it in my room. This was at 12:40, when the exam began. I asked the TA who was proctoring if I could run back to Hubbard and fetch the card from my room. She agreed, but warned me that I was not going to be allowed to have extra time in the end. I agreed and sprinted back across College Road and up three flights of stairs to my room, which I proceeded to tear apart in a frenzy as I searched for the card. Finding nothing, I returned five minutes later, and saw it in the bottom of my book bag.
Damn.
Anyway, I took it, and I missed the last of the 10 problems as I couldn't remember how to prove the pH and the pOH added together equals fourteen. But oh well, four points won't kill me and I probably passed, at least.
English... oh, English. She's assigned a new essay, due a week from today, on "anything." That's right, anything. PYO Topic. Only I can't think of anything. Plus she challenged me to write using more of my own voice and less of a literary style, which basically meant using the same intimacy in my tone that I use here, on my blog. So I have to find a topic that works well in this style, which means it should probably be funny. I'm thinking about talking about my one day as a door-to-door environmentalist. Mostly to submit a paper involving the line "Holy shit, she sicced the dogs on me!"
After I returned to my dorm I had the following exchange on AIM with my father, which did not help my mood at all:
Daddy: I was talking to your Aunt J---- and we have discovered that the son of an old friend of ours goes to UNH and is your age. His name is -------. You should look him up and use this connection as a conversation starter, J---- tells me he is quite good looking. Oops, I'm channeling your mother.
Basiorana: I have a boyfriend! And I know that kid, anyway, he's in my English class. We peer-edit together all the time. [and he's not that cute, by the way, because I know you wanted to know-- didn't say that though!]
Daddy:I don't think it wise that you are in an exclusive relationship with someone you have only been on a few dates with, especially someone who is graduating next year.
Basiorana: Yes, but he's staying in Durham!
Daddy has logged off.
Great. So now I get to deal with the fact that my father doesn't approve of my boyfriend on top of everything else. Or, more specifically, doesn't approve of my having a boyfriend. And yes, I get that most people don't wind up dating someone exclusively after only a couple dates. But we were also talking together like, every single night on AIM so it's not quite a normal relationship start like he's thinking of it anyway.
Besides, this is a step up for me. My last relationship was just after high school and we were "exclusive" right from day one.
And the fact that he's graduating? What does that matter? He'll be around for another year, and even if he wasn't, wouldn't that just solve the other thing he was complaining about by causing us to break up? I don't do long-distance relationships very well... What does he think I'm gonna do, drop out of school and marry the guy?
Besides, honestly? If I had any other prospects I might not have agreed to date Writer Guy exclusively right off. I probably would have eventually done so, because I like him and we get along great, but maybe not right then. But as far as I'm concerned, I wasn't dating anyone else then and I wouldn't be dating anyone else now, either, so if he wants to be official then why bother to make it otherwise?
I'm not looking forward to going home. I'm expecting the Spanish Inquisition.*
Anyway, about 5:58 I remembered that duh, I have a lab Tuesday nights, and I felt like an idiot. Flaky like a pastry crust. With my prelab undone, of course, I dashed off a quick "I just remembered I have a lab like, NOW! Shit!" to Writer Guy and quickly printed out the week's procedures before sprinting across the street, popping gum in my mouth as I went because I hadn't thought to eat dinner early like I usually do.
Lab was... miserable. I can only say: Titrations. Chem students will understand. Boring, tedious, takes forever... I got out right at nine, having exhausted what few brain cells I have left after the Chem test. Maritima was also out of it today, so between the two of us and a bunch of bases and acids I am stunned that no one lost an arm.
I'm meeting Writer Guy's friends (okay, only one friend, but whatever) on Thursday. This is Significant because it means he's not like, ashamed to be seen with me or anything. Not that... I was expecting that or anything...
So yeah, got to make a good impression, etc, etc. And then it's my turn to show off the fact that I have a Someone to my friends, which is to say, Mistake and Closer, as soon as I can actually get in touch with one of them and ask them if they're free sometime soon. He also wants to meet Loquatia, on account of not actually believing that a human being can get all the way through high school and be as uncorrupted and sheltered as she is. Don't worry. I made him promise not to scar her or anything. He wasn't even planning it.
I don't think.
| I Am Spider-Man |
 Quick and agile, I have killer instincts (literally). And that kind of makes up for the whole creepy spider thing. |
*But Basio, NO ONE expects the Spanish Inquisition! Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Like, totally, dude
Day of rest for all those poor castrated dudes, today, so no festivities on the Roman front.
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I am going crazy; my brain is in Chemistry overload. So instead of an actual entry, I give you snippets of my day:
"Hey, we told [the Latin professor] that we didn't understand conditionals to try to get him off topic, because none of us did the translation, okay?"
"Hey, nice pistons!"
"I wish they wouldn't leave that cherry picker sitting out there after they finished trimming the tree branches. Besides the creepy factor of it being at the perfect height to look through the 4th floor windows it's also making me want so, so much to ride in it."
I am going crazy; my brain is in Chemistry overload. So instead of an actual entry, I give you snippets of my day:
"Hey, we told [the Latin professor] that we didn't understand conditionals to try to get him off topic, because none of us did the translation, okay?"
"Hey, nice pistons!"
"I wish they wouldn't leave that cherry picker sitting out there after they finished trimming the tree branches. Besides the creepy factor of it being at the perfect height to look through the 4th floor windows it's also making me want so, so much to ride in it."
| I Date Like a Man |
 According to studies on dating, I date like a man. I date casually and frequently, getting serious with select people over time. Physical attraction and chemistry is very important to me. And if there's nothing more than a physical connection, that's okay with me (at least for a while). I am definitely looking for love, but I am in no rush to find it. I figure love will eventually come my way, and I'm not going to live like a monk while I'm waiting! |
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Steve Isn't Allowed To Share Dreams Any More
Happy Hilaria, all. This is a continuation of the festival of Attis and Cybele. Today, the pine tree of Attis would have been uncovered and erected in the forum, and decorated (*cough*christmas*cough*). There would be a sacramental meal and much joy and feasting.
The poor schmucks who castrated themselves yesterday dress in women's clothing and wear perfume, too.
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I did my kinorhyncha project today, and went to the review. I feel a little better about this Chem test having gone, because my professor made it seem a lot less scary and impossible.
Incidentally, he also mentioned that he'd spoken to the sub we had a few weeks back. That professor described the 10 AM Chem class as, and I quote, "the worst class I have ever had to teach in my thirty years as a professor."
Niiiiiiiiiice.
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I have decided, in the least creepy and most hypothetical sense possible, that Writer Guy and I should never, ever have children. Why? This conversation:
WriterGuy: The name Nikephoros pops up a lot [in Byzantine history], too.
Basiorana: ...I now know what I want to name my firstborn son.
Basiorana: (it is a male name?)
WriterGuy: Nikephoros is a male name.
Basiorana: And it is an awesome one.
WriterGuy: Nikephoros Phokas was a great general and Emperor.
WriterGuy: I like Andronikos, too.
Basiorana: Plus, they can totally be shortened to Nick and Andy so it's not like the child will need therapy on the basis of the moniker!
WriterGuy: I still say Constantine is a badass name.
Basiorana: It is badass, mostly because of Constantine from the movies who fought demons, but I bet it would become Connie.
Basiorana: And Connie is a bit effeminate.
WriterGuy: Mm. Damn.
WriterGuy: Nikephoros though has a nice ring to it.
Basiorana: I'd totally name a kid Clytemnestra if I didn't think the namesake was a bad omen.
WriterGuy: Clytemnestra unfortunately sounds like a venereal disease.
Basiorana: It does?
Basiorana: Never mind.
WriterGuy: What about naming my kid Lord Zarkon the Unholy [His Last Name]?
Basiorana: I knew a kid named Lord once.
Basiorana: You would naturally have to push for "Zarkon" to be the main name.
Basiorana: I was thinking Zanthar Lord Of the Universe had a nice ring.
WriterGuy: What about "Lothar of the Hill People?"
Basiorana: Hill People = Hillbillies.
Basiorana: She-Ra Queen of Amazonia.
WriterGuy: Lord General Supreme Commander Kahless the Immortal.
Basiorana: Xanthu Destroyer of Worlds.
WriterGuy: I can't believe it's not.
WriterGuy: As in "I Can't Believe It's Not [His Last Name]."
Basiorana: Oooo... cruel and unusual.
WriterGuy: Michael Hunt is still one of my favorites. [Think about it... Mike...]
Basiorana: Ty Barrette was a bad one.
WriterGuy: Theoretically there could be a Korean named Fakk Yu.
Basiorana: There probably is, it doesn't mean the same thing there.
WriterGuy: There was some show on Comedy Central a few years ago that did a thing on this.
Basiorana: Parents who hate their children?
WriterGuy: Really horrible names.
Basiorana: To-may-to, to-mah-to.
The poor schmucks who castrated themselves yesterday dress in women's clothing and wear perfume, too.
I did my kinorhyncha project today, and went to the review. I feel a little better about this Chem test having gone, because my professor made it seem a lot less scary and impossible.
Incidentally, he also mentioned that he'd spoken to the sub we had a few weeks back. That professor described the 10 AM Chem class as, and I quote, "the worst class I have ever had to teach in my thirty years as a professor."
Niiiiiiiiiice.
I have decided, in the least creepy and most hypothetical sense possible, that Writer Guy and I should never, ever have children. Why? This conversation:
WriterGuy: The name Nikephoros pops up a lot [in Byzantine history], too.
Basiorana: ...I now know what I want to name my firstborn son.
Basiorana: (it is a male name?)
WriterGuy: Nikephoros is a male name.
Basiorana: And it is an awesome one.
WriterGuy: Nikephoros Phokas was a great general and Emperor.
WriterGuy: I like Andronikos, too.
Basiorana: Plus, they can totally be shortened to Nick and Andy so it's not like the child will need therapy on the basis of the moniker!
WriterGuy: I still say Constantine is a badass name.
Basiorana: It is badass, mostly because of Constantine from the movies who fought demons, but I bet it would become Connie.
Basiorana: And Connie is a bit effeminate.
WriterGuy: Mm. Damn.
WriterGuy: Nikephoros though has a nice ring to it.
Basiorana: I'd totally name a kid Clytemnestra if I didn't think the namesake was a bad omen.
WriterGuy: Clytemnestra unfortunately sounds like a venereal disease.
Basiorana: It does?
Basiorana: Never mind.
WriterGuy: What about naming my kid Lord Zarkon the Unholy [His Last Name]?
Basiorana: I knew a kid named Lord once.
Basiorana: You would naturally have to push for "Zarkon" to be the main name.
Basiorana: I was thinking Zanthar Lord Of the Universe had a nice ring.
WriterGuy: What about "Lothar of the Hill People?"
Basiorana: Hill People = Hillbillies.
Basiorana: She-Ra Queen of Amazonia.
WriterGuy: Lord General Supreme Commander Kahless the Immortal.
Basiorana: Xanthu Destroyer of Worlds.
WriterGuy: I can't believe it's not.
WriterGuy: As in "I Can't Believe It's Not [His Last Name]."
Basiorana: Oooo... cruel and unusual.
WriterGuy: Michael Hunt is still one of my favorites. [Think about it... Mike...]
Basiorana: Ty Barrette was a bad one.
WriterGuy: Theoretically there could be a Korean named Fakk Yu.
Basiorana: There probably is, it doesn't mean the same thing there.
WriterGuy: There was some show on Comedy Central a few years ago that did a thing on this.
Basiorana: Parents who hate their children?
WriterGuy: Really horrible names.
Basiorana: To-may-to, to-mah-to.
"You have had a good start-- Work harder!"
Oh, man, Thursday was the start of one of my favorite series of Roman holidays and I totally missed it! Okay, so in order to understand these holidays you need to know about Attis. Luckily I have this lovely explanation that I wrote back in December: The Story of Attis.
Anyway. To honor Attis they had a festival, starting on the 22nd. On that day they cut down a tall pine tree and place an effigy of the god in it's branches. They brought it to the Temple of Cybele in a funeral procession and lay it down to rest like a body.
Then today, the Dies Sanguis, the pine tree and the effigy were buried in a tomb and there was a day of mourning, marked by fasting, sexual abstinence, self-flagellation (ow), and self mutilation (more ow). Then the High Priest, playing the part of Attis, cuts himself and offers it as a sacrifice. Initiates to the cult of Attis are baptized in the blood of a bull, then are brought into a state of ecstasy whereupon they castrate themselves.
Hmm... sounds mildly uncomfortable.
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Today was mostly devoted to studying and/or avoiding studying, mostly the latter. In this avoidance I was reading The Atheist Jew's blog, which gets a little preachy at times for me (yes, atheists can be preachy), but has some good lampooning of overzealous creationists, which is always fun.
I shouldn't say that, because Loquatia is totally going to the talk on Intelligent Design that is coming up fairly soon...
ID is strange. I used to think it was just saying that evolution happened and all just as science proves, but a higher power was driving it, which is what I believe. But then I learned about irreducible complexity and various other completely nonsensical parts of the argument and gave up on it.
Is it so hard to believe that science is true, but that there is also a god? An intelligent designer who is more of an artistic gardener than a sculptor or painter,
who creates through making things grow over time rather than shaping them and then bestowing them with life? I think of the universe as God's bonsai tree. Start with a seed (a single atom), germinate the seed (make lots more atoms), nurture it and watch it grow and shape it as it does so so that the end result is what you were hoping for, or something just as good. Maybe I'm just reading the wrong things, but people always seem to think that evolution disproves the existence of a creator, because a creator isn't needed.
Science answers "How?" and religion answers "Why?". Two different questions. Why do people want to give them the same answer?
Anyway. To honor Attis they had a festival, starting on the 22nd. On that day they cut down a tall pine tree and place an effigy of the god in it's branches. They brought it to the Temple of Cybele in a funeral procession and lay it down to rest like a body.Then today, the Dies Sanguis, the pine tree and the effigy were buried in a tomb and there was a day of mourning, marked by fasting, sexual abstinence, self-flagellation (ow), and self mutilation (more ow). Then the High Priest, playing the part of Attis, cuts himself and offers it as a sacrifice. Initiates to the cult of Attis are baptized in the blood of a bull, then are brought into a state of ecstasy whereupon they castrate themselves.
Hmm... sounds mildly uncomfortable.
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Today was mostly devoted to studying and/or avoiding studying, mostly the latter. In this avoidance I was reading The Atheist Jew's blog, which gets a little preachy at times for me (yes, atheists can be preachy), but has some good lampooning of overzealous creationists, which is always fun.
I shouldn't say that, because Loquatia is totally going to the talk on Intelligent Design that is coming up fairly soon...
ID is strange. I used to think it was just saying that evolution happened and all just as science proves, but a higher power was driving it, which is what I believe. But then I learned about irreducible complexity and various other completely nonsensical parts of the argument and gave up on it.
Is it so hard to believe that science is true, but that there is also a god? An intelligent designer who is more of an artistic gardener than a sculptor or painter,
who creates through making things grow over time rather than shaping them and then bestowing them with life? I think of the universe as God's bonsai tree. Start with a seed (a single atom), germinate the seed (make lots more atoms), nurture it and watch it grow and shape it as it does so so that the end result is what you were hoping for, or something just as good. Maybe I'm just reading the wrong things, but people always seem to think that evolution disproves the existence of a creator, because a creator isn't needed. Science answers "How?" and religion answers "Why?". Two different questions. Why do people want to give them the same answer?
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Relic of my Childhood
The guy who used to be in charge of after-school and summer daycare at Applewood when I went there used to have movie days when he'd show us two movies, preceeded by some cartoons. This was one of the cartoons he showed us, and I never forgot about it-- I just never thought to check YouTube. Luckily, Writer Guy thinks of these things...
"You Will Be Awarded A Great Honor"
Note to self: Chapstick in the purse is useless if the purse is across the room. Next time, pockets. That's what they're there for.
Note to guys: Come on. Either make up your mind to grow a beard, and warn us that you're going to do so, or shave.
I have flowers! Longer-lasting than cut ones, too. It's a petunia plant. I think. Anyway, it's very cute and going on my windowsill, as soon as I clear off said windowsill's various cluttering junk.
In case you can't tell, I lose coherency at about 1 AM, which is why I would like to point out the stupidity of my going over to submit my Chem quiz at that ungodly hour last night at the computer lounge because they had Blackboard access, I was just denied it. I got a 50. Whatever. It was 1:30 in the morning and I had to walk by two people necking under a street lamp in order to submit the damn thing. Then I woke up this morning and realized it wasn't even due until 5 PM today (okay, technically this happened yesterday, but you get the idea) and I was about ready to punch something.
Plus spring is in the air, which means the weather is nice and we got to have Latin class outside today (was wearing my hair down, so the wind was rather disastrous for vision), and I didn't have to wear a coat, but at the same time, young men's fancies, and it means that the streetlight snoggers were only one of several couples I've seen making out in public forums (public being the key word here, I don't care what people do as long as I don't have to watch it).
You know what? I'm tired. Read about extreme ironing.
Note to guys: Come on. Either make up your mind to grow a beard, and warn us that you're going to do so, or shave.
I have flowers! Longer-lasting than cut ones, too. It's a petunia plant. I think. Anyway, it's very cute and going on my windowsill, as soon as I clear off said windowsill's various cluttering junk.
In case you can't tell, I lose coherency at about 1 AM, which is why I would like to point out the stupidity of my going over to submit my Chem quiz at that ungodly hour last night at the computer lounge because they had Blackboard access, I was just denied it. I got a 50. Whatever. It was 1:30 in the morning and I had to walk by two people necking under a street lamp in order to submit the damn thing. Then I woke up this morning and realized it wasn't even due until 5 PM today (okay, technically this happened yesterday, but you get the idea) and I was about ready to punch something.
Plus spring is in the air, which means the weather is nice and we got to have Latin class outside today (was wearing my hair down, so the wind was rather disastrous for vision), and I didn't have to wear a coat, but at the same time, young men's fancies, and it means that the streetlight snoggers were only one of several couples I've seen making out in public forums (public being the key word here, I don't care what people do as long as I don't have to watch it).
You know what? I'm tired. Read about extreme ironing.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Insomnia...
1. Homework is evil.
2. Blackboard is evil, as it's down and thus it does not let me do homework. Normally preventing me from interacting with evil would be a good thing, but my GPA is in danger here.
3. Bisobrina's boyfriend's car broke down, which manages to be both sucky for him (and her, she misses him), and proof that the car gremlins are on my side, because it meant no confrontation.
4. Mistake called last night (after I was in bed, naturally) asking me to go to the mall with her to get a prom dress (long story), but luckily she understood that I have crazy homework.
5. I can't sleep any more. Except during class, when I can't stay awake. I have no idea why.
I'm off to go curse Blackboard and try to figure out how early I would have to arise tomorrow to get my homework submitted in time...
2. Blackboard is evil, as it's down and thus it does not let me do homework. Normally preventing me from interacting with evil would be a good thing, but my GPA is in danger here.
3. Bisobrina's boyfriend's car broke down, which manages to be both sucky for him (and her, she misses him), and proof that the car gremlins are on my side, because it meant no confrontation.
4. Mistake called last night (after I was in bed, naturally) asking me to go to the mall with her to get a prom dress (long story), but luckily she understood that I have crazy homework.
5. I can't sleep any more. Except during class, when I can't stay awake. I have no idea why.
I'm off to go curse Blackboard and try to figure out how early I would have to arise tomorrow to get my homework submitted in time...
| My Mind is PG-13 Rated |
 My mind is definitely a little dirty. I'm naughty, but not trashy. I don't shy away from a dirty joke, and I'm clearly not a prude. |
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Today was ctenophoriffic!
Stupid English essay is hella time consuming, and I have a headache from staring at polyps through a microscope.
Bisobrina, my second cousin (name just means "bi," two, and "sobrina," cousin on the mother's side), wants to come up and visit. Awesome! This weekend. Not so awesome! I have NOT got the time for visits this weekend, I was figuring my only real study-break would be Friday night going out with Writer Guy. Only I have discovered that Bisobrina is one of those "no is not an option" girls and I am powerless against her mighty will. I only hope that her boyfriend and ride (she doesn't have a license) will hear this plan of hers and say, "No, I don't think I want to drive two hours to pick you up, then forty-five minutes to UNH, just to go see your second cousin and eat in a cafeteria."
Please, Maine-dwelling boyfriend of my second cousin, have sanity!
Bisobrina, my second cousin (name just means "bi," two, and "sobrina," cousin on the mother's side), wants to come up and visit. Awesome! This weekend. Not so awesome! I have NOT got the time for visits this weekend, I was figuring my only real study-break would be Friday night going out with Writer Guy. Only I have discovered that Bisobrina is one of those "no is not an option" girls and I am powerless against her mighty will. I only hope that her boyfriend and ride (she doesn't have a license) will hear this plan of hers and say, "No, I don't think I want to drive two hours to pick you up, then forty-five minutes to UNH, just to go see your second cousin and eat in a cafeteria."
Please, Maine-dwelling boyfriend of my second cousin, have sanity!
| I Am 59% Addicted to the Internet |
 I'm somewhat addicted to the internet - but who isn't? I can keep it under check, and I'm by no means a hermit. |
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Damn. I forgot to eat dinner.
Okay, so I FINALLY have time to actually sort of write something, for a change.
I have crazy homework this week. Most people were dumped with exams and what not the week BEFORE vacation, when midterms were going on, but no, my professors waited until after I was in post-break mode to dump me with two exams, both in science; an essay, a translation, a quiz for Chem and a presentation on kinorhynchs.
Plus I'm kinda really distracted, anyway. Schoolwork is in the farthest reaches of my mind right now, pushed aside for more important thoughts like how I have a boyfriend and he's very good at distracting me from important things like homework and driving on the correct side of the road (yes I made that mistake, shut up, there weren't any other cars on the road) and blog-writing and sleep.
And besides, I started this half of the semester with a wake. The wake was nice but Grammy greeted Shrewd and me with tears and that was disconcerting; then again, she's now the eldest sister, so I can't blame her. Shrewd is officially not allowed to die until I'm dead or senile. Since she won't want to see me die, either, I think this means that we'll have to be completely bonkers by the time we move on.
But there was a bit of a bright side. I met my second cousin again! I met her the first time at her grandfather's funeral, and then again at her grandmother's, so she's becoming a bit of a funeral buddy since we're the same age and we hang out together after we're done telling the old people about how we like our classes and we're doing quite well, thank you. She's still in high school (she stayed back), but she's fairly close to Durham so I've decided she needs to come visit me. Last time we promised to keep in touch we exchanged a couple of letters then gave up, but hey, we were ten. Now the wonders of the internet mean that I might actually keep my promises to stay in touch. Hopefully.
I have crazy homework this week. Most people were dumped with exams and what not the week BEFORE vacation, when midterms were going on, but no, my professors waited until after I was in post-break mode to dump me with two exams, both in science; an essay, a translation, a quiz for Chem and a presentation on kinorhynchs.
Plus I'm kinda really distracted, anyway. Schoolwork is in the farthest reaches of my mind right now, pushed aside for more important thoughts like how I have a boyfriend and he's very good at distracting me from important things like homework and driving on the correct side of the road (yes I made that mistake, shut up, there weren't any other cars on the road) and blog-writing and sleep.
And besides, I started this half of the semester with a wake. The wake was nice but Grammy greeted Shrewd and me with tears and that was disconcerting; then again, she's now the eldest sister, so I can't blame her. Shrewd is officially not allowed to die until I'm dead or senile. Since she won't want to see me die, either, I think this means that we'll have to be completely bonkers by the time we move on.
But there was a bit of a bright side. I met my second cousin again! I met her the first time at her grandfather's funeral, and then again at her grandmother's, so she's becoming a bit of a funeral buddy since we're the same age and we hang out together after we're done telling the old people about how we like our classes and we're doing quite well, thank you. She's still in high school (she stayed back), but she's fairly close to Durham so I've decided she needs to come visit me. Last time we promised to keep in touch we exchanged a couple of letters then gave up, but hey, we were ten. Now the wonders of the internet mean that I might actually keep my promises to stay in touch. Hopefully.
| I Know a Lot About Blogging |
 I got 5/8 correct! I'm not a total blogging geek yet... give it time. |
Monday, March 19, 2007
Not much time
Today is the Minervalia, a festival honoring Minerva/Athena, goddess of wisdom and war. It was celebrated by flutists dressing in long robes and masks wandering the streets of Rome playing their tunes, to make up for some long-ago sin by the Roman people against them.
It's also the Quinquatria, a festival honoring Mars/Ares, god of war, and Minerva. For this festival the Salii, priests of Mars, danced before the pontiffs and the tribunes, in order to gain Mars' blessing. Despite it being a day honoring two war gods, it was decreed that no blood could be shed on this day as it's Minerva's birthday.
Happy birthday, Minerva, I'm sure you look as lovely as ever. Being as you are immortal. And all.
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Much too much last-minute crap to get through to post more tonight. A real entry tomorrow... maybe. Maybe Wednesday. I'm having a hectic couple of days.
Oh, and "not a serial killer" wasn't an option on this quiz...
It's also the Quinquatria, a festival honoring Mars/Ares, god of war, and Minerva. For this festival the Salii, priests of Mars, danced before the pontiffs and the tribunes, in order to gain Mars' blessing. Despite it being a day honoring two war gods, it was decreed that no blood could be shed on this day as it's Minerva's birthday.
Happy birthday, Minerva, I'm sure you look as lovely as ever. Being as you are immortal. And all.
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Much too much last-minute crap to get through to post more tonight. A real entry tomorrow... maybe. Maybe Wednesday. I'm having a hectic couple of days.
Oh, and "not a serial killer" wasn't an option on this quiz...
| What Kind of Serial Killer Would You Be? Your Result: Organized and Goal-Oriented You're a planner. You'd carefully plot each murder, and carry it out methodically. You'll kill them in one location and move them to another later, and you'll study up your forensic science. The good news is, you're much harder to catch. | |
| Organized Visionary | |
| Organized and Mission-Oriented | |
| Organized and Hedonistic | |
| Disorganized and Gain-Oriented | |
| Disorganized Visionary | |
| Disorganized and Mission-Oriented | |
| Disorganized and Hedonistic | |
| What Kind of Serial Killer Would You Be? | |
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Late to bed again...
Back at school at last.
It was decided today that since I'm going back home tomorrow evening for my great-aunt's wake (she lived only one town over from me), I should just take the car to campus, then drive back tomorrow after Latin, then have my folks bring me back here. I was planning to park in A-lot, the visitor's lot.
Things I didn't consider/know:
- A-lot is on the other side of campus. Not cool.
- A-lot has a winter parking ban in effect. You can't park there overnight in the winter in case it snows.
- A-lot ALSO requires permits in general for overnight parking, or I'd have to move it by 8 AM. Which would require waking up by 8 AM.
- UNH loves towing cars that are not parked in the right spot.
Thank god I happened to mention that I was worried about it getting towed to Writer Guy (I'll give him a Latinized name eventually, I need to think of one), and he suggested that I just park it at his place overnight. Uhm, yeah, total lifesaver. Or at least, prevented me from getting a ticket and having to get my car out of an impound lot.
It was decided today that since I'm going back home tomorrow evening for my great-aunt's wake (she lived only one town over from me), I should just take the car to campus, then drive back tomorrow after Latin, then have my folks bring me back here. I was planning to park in A-lot, the visitor's lot.
Things I didn't consider/know:
- A-lot is on the other side of campus. Not cool.
- A-lot has a winter parking ban in effect. You can't park there overnight in the winter in case it snows.
- A-lot ALSO requires permits in general for overnight parking, or I'd have to move it by 8 AM. Which would require waking up by 8 AM.
- UNH loves towing cars that are not parked in the right spot.
Thank god I happened to mention that I was worried about it getting towed to Writer Guy (I'll give him a Latinized name eventually, I need to think of one), and he suggested that I just park it at his place overnight. Uhm, yeah, total lifesaver. Or at least, prevented me from getting a ticket and having to get my car out of an impound lot.
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