Mas Randomness!
Well, once again I have neglected the sacred blog....but I do have an excuse this time; the miserable week of midterms is upon me. Oh what's that? College only started last month, and so to have midterms already would be illogical not to mention sick and cruel...Yes, I know.. and so I've spend the last couple weeks doing the following; in keeping with my love of lists, i've categorized the events (no one needs to yell "NERD!" at the screen...i'm doing it as I write this):
THE GOOD:
1. Went to the Lifehouse concert- Okay, this one's really a mixed bag. In preparation for my last midterm (this week anyway), I was going to study the entire day, allowing myself half an hour to see one of my favorite bands play. But, as has been proven countless times before,..I have no freaking willpower. As soon as I got there, precisely at the dot of 5:30, the combination of hearing Jason Wade's amazing voice and laughing myself sick at the goth guy next to me who was soulfully mouthing all of the words and swaying side-to-side, conspired to keep me there until the concert ended....at 7:00. It was an awesome concert though (my first one too...a sad, sad fact given that I'm 20) and it was free! I took an embarassing amount of pictures even though after the first few, it became quite clear that Jason looked precisely the same in all of them...and that the freakishly tall person in front of me wasn't going to move his big ass head anytime soon.) Anyway, wracked with guilt, I spent the next 4 hours at Kiva Han "studying" and downing poisonous amounts of coffee (at one point, the guy at the counter just looked at me and asked "Another Macho Mocha Freezer?". I could totally feel the sting of his silent disapproval as I paid him with fingers that were shaking in that "mucho cafe sobre un estomac vacio" kind of way. Oh well.
2) Made Indian food twice.... Body Count: ZERO! woo...
3) Amnesty is going really well....25-30 members a week, and they actually care (a rarity on this campus)...
4) Went to D.C. protest- I sidelined studying (once again...this is becoming a pattern) to get up at the ungodly hour of 4am to head to the anti-war protest in D.C. And although, due to some issues with the bus (oh yeah..what was it? Oh.....there weren't ENOUGH!), and the fact that we had to come back before the Operation Ceasefire concert got underway...it was still cool. It ain't protest porn, but still, I got pics of counter-protestors, angry old bible thumpers, PO-lice (actually, a disproportionately large amount), etc....not to mention a hasty (and rather frantic) purchase of Subcomandante Marcos shirt (if all of you have forgotten how friggin cool he is, here's a pic up for your viewing pleasure..
4) Internet- Oh sweet sweet internet, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.... After only a week of "sharing" music, I have in my possession a bizarre collection of spanish songs, some of the so catchy...they start working their way into my goddamn dreams. As if my dreams aren't weird enough... I get chased by a laughing clown wielding sharp scissors....and I hear "Dame mas Gasolina!" in the background. Sheesh.
THE BAD:
1) My restlessness with being an undergrad is getting more acute; neither cheery latin pop songs, nor constantly reminding myself that I'm almost done are helping with this. I have this strange feeling of inertia (make no mistake, it's been lying dormant since freshman year, surfacing at random inopportune times...like now, when I'm experiencing a very shitty, difficult course load to complete my B.S. major (hahaha...).. Not even thoughts of my post-graduation trip is doing much to shake me out of this mood. It just seems so far away (1 year!), and there is that small matter of raising the necessary funds, somewhere in the ballpark of 5 grand (yeah, "brother, can you spare a dime?")
2) Hay mucho midterms! (yeah I know I mentioned it)....but I'm getting damn sick of gulping down mocha freezers and memorizing obscure terminology relating to frog embryos. Knowledge, I might add, that has no relevance to my future career. On the other hand, in spanish, every once in awhile I learn a cool word. This week: "repuesto" (part) and "ambos" (both). Alright, I'm a word nerd... sue me.
THE UGLY:
1. For one reason or another, I've had more than a few conversations with the parental units concerning the "ghetto" nature of my residence...lies...lies I tell you! I'm forced to field off potential visits with "Ma, I don't live in a ghetto...(mumble...I live NEXT to a ghetto)" or my favorite "Why don't we talk about something else...what did you want to tell me about the importance of daily protein and calcium intake.. please forget that I'm a bio major and know this already." No mas..por..favor...
2) I have a job...at the Nationality Rooms(yeah, you read right, the same bastards that deemed me "finalist" for their study abroad scholarship because my immigrant burden story wasn't pathetic enough,) And sure, I only put in 5 hours a wk (that's 30 bucks a wk, watch out Donald Trump) but it's so soul-crushingly boring that I have to fight urges to sneak into the copy room and make prank calls to the office just to mess with my W.A.S.P-y "boss" Laura.
On the other hand, this is actually a decent semester. I'm keeping really busy so I don't have have last semester's valuable lesson driven home ("Bombing several finals due to a pre-med crisis isn't an acceptable, or remotely logical rebellious statement.")
Quotes of the Day:
"Thank you dear god, for this smorgasbord of food. We thank you for all the blessings so that we can see thee more clearly, ...love thee more...dearly, follow thee more nearly, day...by day...by day." Greg
"I thought you said you milked your sister's cat Focker!" Jack
"And the cancer ate away her organs...like an unstoppable rebel force." Jack
--- Meet the Parents
THE GOOD:
1. Went to the Lifehouse concert- Okay, this one's really a mixed bag. In preparation for my last midterm (this week anyway), I was going to study the entire day, allowing myself half an hour to see one of my favorite bands play. But, as has been proven countless times before,..I have no freaking willpower. As soon as I got there, precisely at the dot of 5:30, the combination of hearing Jason Wade's amazing voice and laughing myself sick at the goth guy next to me who was soulfully mouthing all of the words and swaying side-to-side, conspired to keep me there until the concert ended....at 7:00. It was an awesome concert though (my first one too...a sad, sad fact given that I'm 20) and it was free! I took an embarassing amount of pictures even though after the first few, it became quite clear that Jason looked precisely the same in all of them...and that the freakishly tall person in front of me wasn't going to move his big ass head anytime soon.) Anyway, wracked with guilt, I spent the next 4 hours at Kiva Han "studying" and downing poisonous amounts of coffee (at one point, the guy at the counter just looked at me and asked "Another Macho Mocha Freezer?". I could totally feel the sting of his silent disapproval as I paid him with fingers that were shaking in that "mucho cafe sobre un estomac vacio" kind of way. Oh well.
2) Made Indian food twice.... Body Count: ZERO! woo...
3) Amnesty is going really well....25-30 members a week, and they actually care (a rarity on this campus)...
4) Went to D.C. protest- I sidelined studying (once again...this is becoming a pattern) to get up at the ungodly hour of 4am to head to the anti-war protest in D.C. And although, due to some issues with the bus (oh yeah..what was it? Oh.....there weren't ENOUGH!), and the fact that we had to come back before the Operation Ceasefire concert got underway...it was still cool. It ain't protest porn, but still, I got pics of counter-protestors, angry old bible thumpers, PO-lice (actually, a disproportionately large amount), etc....not to mention a hasty (and rather frantic) purchase of Subcomandante Marcos shirt (if all of you have forgotten how friggin cool he is, here's a pic up for your viewing pleasure..
4) Internet- Oh sweet sweet internet, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.... After only a week of "sharing" music, I have in my possession a bizarre collection of spanish songs, some of the so catchy...they start working their way into my goddamn dreams. As if my dreams aren't weird enough... I get chased by a laughing clown wielding sharp scissors....and I hear "Dame mas Gasolina!" in the background. Sheesh.
THE BAD:
1) My restlessness with being an undergrad is getting more acute; neither cheery latin pop songs, nor constantly reminding myself that I'm almost done are helping with this. I have this strange feeling of inertia (make no mistake, it's been lying dormant since freshman year, surfacing at random inopportune times...like now, when I'm experiencing a very shitty, difficult course load to complete my B.S. major (hahaha...).. Not even thoughts of my post-graduation trip is doing much to shake me out of this mood. It just seems so far away (1 year!), and there is that small matter of raising the necessary funds, somewhere in the ballpark of 5 grand (yeah, "brother, can you spare a dime?")
2) Hay mucho midterms! (yeah I know I mentioned it)....but I'm getting damn sick of gulping down mocha freezers and memorizing obscure terminology relating to frog embryos. Knowledge, I might add, that has no relevance to my future career. On the other hand, in spanish, every once in awhile I learn a cool word. This week: "repuesto" (part) and "ambos" (both). Alright, I'm a word nerd... sue me.
THE UGLY:
1. For one reason or another, I've had more than a few conversations with the parental units concerning the "ghetto" nature of my residence...lies...lies I tell you! I'm forced to field off potential visits with "Ma, I don't live in a ghetto...(mumble...I live NEXT to a ghetto)" or my favorite "Why don't we talk about something else...what did you want to tell me about the importance of daily protein and calcium intake.. please forget that I'm a bio major and know this already." No mas..por..favor...
2) I have a job...at the Nationality Rooms(yeah, you read right, the same bastards that deemed me "finalist" for their study abroad scholarship because my immigrant burden story wasn't pathetic enough,) And sure, I only put in 5 hours a wk (that's 30 bucks a wk, watch out Donald Trump) but it's so soul-crushingly boring that I have to fight urges to sneak into the copy room and make prank calls to the office just to mess with my W.A.S.P-y "boss" Laura.
On the other hand, this is actually a decent semester. I'm keeping really busy so I don't have have last semester's valuable lesson driven home ("Bombing several finals due to a pre-med crisis isn't an acceptable, or remotely logical rebellious statement.")
Quotes of the Day:
"Thank you dear god, for this smorgasbord of food. We thank you for all the blessings so that we can see thee more clearly, ...love thee more...dearly, follow thee more nearly, day...by day...by day." Greg
"I thought you said you milked your sister's cat Focker!" Jack
"And the cancer ate away her organs...like an unstoppable rebel force." Jack
--- Meet the Parents
2 Comments:
At 12:47 PM,
Anonymous said…
Next time Mike plays the gasolina song in tandum, I say we murder him for it...although I guess if we are going to be the gasolina girls for halloween we better get used to the song
At 6:49 PM,
Nina K. said…
lol, yeah even I'M getting sick of it, and i got him hooked in the first place.....so..you're still wearing a bikini right?
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