tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57475302012-01-15T22:35:57.247-05:00One stop for insanity. <br br> "If life gives you lemons, squeeze the juice into a water gun and squirt people in the eyes with it."<br br> - This deep thought brought to you from Nina's subconscious.Nina K.noreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-8273900574126549552009-07-15T20:00:00.004-04:002009-07-15T20:09:34.620-04:00

So I've been kind of lying low and not really updating due to laziness and partly due to my flea-sized attention span that makes me lose interest in events to write about five minutes after they happen. But, I've ending my hiatus out of an obligation to warn the movie-going public at large about Outsourced.You see, I've been a movie addict since I was little and in that time, I think I've

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-26152022585907169942009-05-13T19:35:00.003-04:002009-05-24T10:36:24.650-04:00

the start of a terrible joke? Or the first instance I actually call someone "Limp Dick" in public?The latter I'm afraid. I'm back from my blog hiatus to add to my growing file of public imbecility...I'm on my way to the gym and waiting for the Orange Line train at Green St, paging distractedly through a copy of the Dig ( a weekly in Boston with exactly two interesting sections). All of a sudden,

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-17734696255688501962008-05-27T19:00:00.001-04:002008-05-27T21:56:30.430-04:00

Another "vacation" in Cupertino...spent working at Santa's Slave Pit aka Baskin Robbins.I'm only home a couple weeks out of the year, and so I don't mind helping out my parents. My mom is in BR 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, and she's in her sixties. I really think she deserves a break...but the longer I'm at the store, the more I feel myself undergoing the transformation Jack Nicholson did in

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-73160070377243805052008-03-18T23:02:00.001-04:002008-03-18T23:17:39.161-04:00

I'm lousy at updating this thing...and it's not even for lack of things to comment on. It's just that it's all so classified I feel like I'd need some multi-layered blog security system and a mask on to be able to "confess my sins" so to speak. I wish I could go back to the time I thought no one I knew would ever read this (as opposed to the 3 people that read it now) Anyway, read on faithful

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-16923167771435021522007-12-20T21:25:00.000-05:002007-12-20T23:08:51.471-05:00

Yes, it's around the holidays and I was going to write about finals..and law school. But no...SCREW all that. I have one pressing issue that is going to drive me to the nut house. My lovely closet-sized room in Boston has MICE. I'm happy to say, I have very few phobias, but VERMIN running across my room makes me want to let out a high pitched girlish squeal and throw myself out the window. I

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-2922466515065307072007-11-25T20:12:00.000-05:002007-11-25T20:12:43.460-05:00

13 hours working on this goddamn legal memo, and what do I have to show for it? A painful fucking migraine.I've come to the decision that I NEVER would've hacked it as an English major; writing under deadlines, especially when it's something as stupid as this, is impossible. Here's the fun hypothetical we're operating under: "Pretend you're some hot shot attorney's office bitch...go do his grunt

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-36965461713883522332007-09-19T00:19:00.000-04:002007-09-19T00:19:38.165-04:00

I've been in Boston a few weeks, living in Jamaica Plain (JP) and slowly being inducted into the 1L cult. 1L for all you innocents out there, means first year law student.... I'll dispense with some of the cliches about constant studying, the stress, etc. Frankly, it's only the first month and I'm still not really sure what the hell I'm dealing with. Initial impressions... Yes, I feel like

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-48452195631538877392007-07-31T16:39:00.000-04:002007-07-31T16:39:18.843-04:00

Back to the old blog...after a 5 month hiatus. It's pretty sad that I only update this thing when I'm really bored and having nothing particularly interesting to say...it'll probably reflect in this entry. But my avid readership won't mind right (crickets chirp in background)? Also lamentably, I appear to be becoming more like my INTP friends and less prone to reveal things of a personal nature

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-36702622612436805852007-02-09T23:45:00.000-05:002007-02-10T02:45:00.370-05:00

I'm in far better spirits, I'm happy to report, so this post might contain far less bitching than usual (Cletus from the Bible belt who reads my blog can breathe a sigh of relief.)What a wierd month this has been. So, I've been working nonstop at BR, which I realize has helped me procrastinate less than I normally would if I, like most normal people who take a year off, have an endless expanse of

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-64881701147745515532007-02-04T18:04:00.000-05:002007-02-07T15:24:36.112-05:00

Okay...I've turned into a complete psycho over the past week (not a surprise to some people...). I've tried that whole sitting on my laurels and patiently waiting thing... but it ain't working! I've been spending all my free time stalking the law school forums weaving badly written hypotheticals about the chances of an Indian girl from Cali with an undisclosed gpa/lsat getting into a certain

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-89474045439479741252006-12-31T19:47:00.000-05:002007-01-03T00:38:56.403-05:00

So I recently saw Rocky VI, and despite the fact that Sly Stallone is ...well.. old, he still kicked ass. And it inspired me, it really did. Enough to do something really crazy. From Jan 1st to Feb.5th I'm going to jump on that New Years resolution bandwagon and do a hard-core, Rocky diet and exercise program...just to prove to myself that I'm not as weak-willed as everyone in my family thinks I

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1165460226148486332006-12-06T20:45:00.000-05:002006-12-16T22:33:13.190-05:00

Wait for it!...Here comes the usual apology for not maintaining contact with the outside world (or rather the internet world....which is even sadder I suppose)...but really, I think I've figured out why I can't really seem to buckle down and write something. I am incredibly bored at home. I saw this coming a mile away when I graduated back in April, in fact that's probably why I waited till

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1159750652417878992006-10-01T20:26:00.000-04:002006-10-08T00:41:39.656-04:00

Pre-law kids are a frightening bunch. Some might say I judged pre-med students harshly, but after spending an hour in the registration line at the LSATs, I've come to the conclusion maybe anyone headed to chain themselves to years of thankless study is a little nuts to begin with. Despite the fact that LSAT study time filled whatever little spare time I had...I'm not really sure what to say

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1152816937627491882006-07-13T14:44:00.000-04:002006-07-13T18:27:43.970-04:00

Ah, so finally the horrific realities of post-graduation life set in. Outside of mom's homecooked food (that's right, screw you mac'n'cheese) and the joy of being able to brush one's teeth with a light on, being at home is sort of a "misery transfer." A cruel seductive image of a cozy pad and free food....in exchange for basically your soul. Holy shit is it difficult to find a job. I've been home

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1151779734931066022006-07-01T14:33:00.000-04:002006-07-03T21:09:14.636-04:00

Yes, it has been awhile since I've penned an entry, for which I blame this strangling, oppressive heat-wave that has transformed my house into an intelligent-thought obliterating inferno. My room gets double kudos for proving that a fan turned on "high" and an open window do nothing, read... NOTHING to ease the pain of an air-conditioner less existence. But still, it's a huge step up from my

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1145399081391264112006-04-18T18:09:00.000-04:002006-04-18T19:16:45.893-04:00

So, I was always struck how when I meet a fellow Indian (a rarity nowadays), there's really nothing we have in common except a wry, self-deprecating outlook on what it means to be Desi. Okay, now after the initial moments of uncomfortable standing around, the Desi jokes inevitably start. I remember from my childhood in Santa Rosa aka Land of White Suburbia (as opposed to where I live now (Asian

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1144206569326536502006-04-04T23:09:00.000-04:002006-04-04T23:44:29.773-04:00

    So, I've finally done it...I've managed to destroy my Sony mp3-disk player. And instead of mocking me for dedicating an entire blog entry to my loss and feelings of abandonment, you all should be thanking me for providing...well, okay...I can't really admit to any moral lessons in my tale of woe. Although if you, for some bizarre reason, can find one despite my best efforts, kudos to you.

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1142129840054819392006-03-11T21:03:00.000-05:002006-03-12T13:25:07.583-05:00

Ah, for months I've let my poor blog lay fallow... no topic seemed worth exploring, each and every rant that my fevered brain produced would disappear within minutes, and god only knows how many times I've squelched the urge to indulge in the usual "Jesus fucking christ, my classes are killing me!" diatribe. But ahh...today, I return, prepared to communicate the sheer weirdness of a conversation

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1139626153122914022006-02-10T20:14:00.000-05:002006-02-10T22:00:51.593-05:00

So, I haven't written in awhile...and it isn't because of laziness (at this point, the best reason for leaving a blog fallow), or even the absence of things to talk about. Rather...I've been simply unable to come up with an entry that places where I am right now, something all-encompassing that perfectly encapsulates my mental restlessness and confusion. Whoa. Yes, when did these high blog entry

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1134678139643267742005-12-15T15:22:00.000-05:002005-12-15T15:30:29.840-05:00

     Why the hell am I updating this blog when I’m in the middle of finals hell, less than 48 hours away from getting totally owned by Vertebrate Morphology? Because I’m crazy, hormonal, burned out, and I cease to find it odd anymore to crawl out of bed at 3pm because I spent an obscene amount of time writing a nonsensical blog entry, when I should be out there salvaging what’s left of my

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1134237018117594522005-12-10T12:08:00.000-05:002005-12-10T14:16:52.680-05:00

Here's some background to get you guys prepared for all the laughing to come (original article found here)The sensational 13 year old neo-nazi twins Lynx and Lamb (and no.. I'm not making these names up)are thankfully inviting criticism from several unlikely sources, and not just for their poppy racist ballads that have all the subtlety of a stripper twirling around a pole, their eerie

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1133905928337652302005-12-06T16:27:00.000-05:002005-12-06T16:52:08.406-05:00

A series of quizzes from blogthings.com... I had a good laugh over these... You Are Somewhat MachiavellianYou're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!How Machiavellian Are You?Your Inner Child Is

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1133851180039290312005-12-06T02:10:00.000-05:002005-12-06T02:13:53.463-05:00

So, with the advent of cqcounter.com, poor humble bloggers such as myself can not only keep track of how many stalkers cough, excuse me, people are checking their site, but also their location, what they typed into the search engine, how many times they refresh the page….and other equally creepy factoids.What have I learned since I first registered with cqcounter? Avid readers of my blog reside

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1133328024061094012005-12-01T16:08:00.000-05:002005-12-02T00:27:10.620-05:00

This was really going to be a quick "I'm not wallowing in self-pity anymore thanks to a much needed intervention" post, but ehh...I'll indulge in a little rambling. So..uh...what's up with blogspot not allowing for the option to write in color anymore? That's lame, huh?...Alright this isn't working, I simply can't do a long meaningful entry right now. It's time for another summary of life in

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1133055337241854412005-11-26T02:55:00.000-05:002005-11-27T02:57:37.380-05:00

There is very little that could be said right now to console me...very little that I'd want to hear that would in any small way make the least bit of difference in my dismal standing as a student. I can only ask myself what in the holy hell I was thinking by abandoning the dreary ship sailing towards a decidedly miserable but secure life as a doctor to pursue a veritable fucking pipe dream.

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1131594458904788972005-11-09T22:45:00.000-05:002005-11-09T22:50:19.320-05:00

You scored as Batman, the Dark Knight. As the Dark Knight of Gotham, Batman is a vigilante who deals out his own brand of justice to the criminals and corrupt of the city. He follows his own code and is often misunderstood. He has few friends or allies, but finds comfort in his cause.Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0Batman, the Dark Knight71%Indiana Jones54%Captain Jack Sparrow54%El

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1129815402117330632005-10-20T08:27:00.000-04:002005-10-20T22:42:59.706-04:00

What was I doing this morning at the unholy hour of 6 am? Sleeping? HA!No... I was getting ready in my dark(no lights work on the 2nd floor) broke-down apartment to brave that oh-so-special arctic Pittsburgh weather and register for my bio advising appointment. This dept. has a long history of screwing with me, so naturally I planned this early morning sneak attack to ensure the registration

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1128231812581052712005-10-02T00:02:00.000-04:002005-10-02T08:37:11.143-04:00

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

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1126125302810621252005-09-07T15:54:00.000-04:002005-09-09T10:20:51.603-04:00

Man, I haven't written in so long...and I'd like to say it was because I had some super important things to do since school has started (funeral march plays in background), but no. Sadly, I blame laziness (i mean, extreme laziness), mopiness (is that even a word?) because i'm not in some country in Latin America living out all my island fantasies anymore(they're tame people...i'd be pretty

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1120033338602426892005-06-29T03:10:00.000-04:002005-06-29T04:22:18.640-04:00

Today was my last shift at Baskin Robbins...and really, it's amazing how little you give a shit about what a customer wants when you're a day away from (finally) leaving for greener pastures. Actually, untrue....I don't give a shit about their asinine requests pretty much 24/7, but in any case, I have endured my last stupid ice-cream related question (here it is...). Me: "Plain cone or sugar cone

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1119151369222189002005-06-18T22:22:00.000-04:002005-06-19T15:33:19.746-04:00

Well, this post is essentially, a movie review....or rather, me gushing shamelessly, you be the judge. Either way, if you're not a Batman fan, a movie fan, or...are (EEP!) terrified of spoilers, then kindly back away from the monitor, I spare no detail. And I roll my eyes as I write this for all the 3 people that actually read this blog..Anyway... It's time for me get down and get nerdy...my

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1118021347574689212005-06-05T21:27:00.000-04:002005-06-07T23:56:55.810-04:00

What's this...the rare blog entry with a definitive topic in mind?? Let's see how long it'll take me to get totally sidetracked. So, some changes have been happening in my otherwise ho-hum life, other than the fact that I'm now officially 20 (yes, as of June 2nd, 4:45 am to be annoyingly technical) and have left my teenage years behind. What a relief. I don't really know why people yearn for

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1116275909883094392005-05-16T15:08:00.000-04:002005-05-16T17:00:12.146-04:00

Yep...i'm using angry red today....because the much postponed "Baskin Robbins is destroying my will to live" post is now here...enjoy folks.This store and its moronic clientele head up the list of my all-time pet peeves, and it is truly tragic that I'm forced to endure this drudgery for the next month and a half. My only catharsis I suppose, is vowing to publish a book of memoirs sometime in the

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1115321081047818742005-05-05T14:45:00.000-04:002005-05-05T15:27:44.203-04:00

Okay, I really should've gotten this done on Saturday, when I was safely away at college....and not battling it out with my brother for computer time, but ah, so it goes. I was way too fried from failing like...6 finals that week to write anything remotely coherent. And I can't promise that I'm feeling much better now, but I'll try here.So, I got home on Sunday afternoon basically after pulling

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1113716924102557672005-04-16T22:34:00.000-04:002005-04-17T01:52:23.613-04:00

It's been precisely a month since my little pre-med epiphany, and coincidentally today is the day I was supposed to be up at some ungodly hour taking the MCATs....and so it only seemed right to celebrate this momentous occasion with another random blog entry... And for all you folks who are expecting another career-change rant...relax, none will be forthcoming. I don't think I could take another

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1111002450115891592005-03-16T13:13:00.000-05:002005-03-16T14:47:30.133-05:00

I dropped premed. It's been in the works for awhile now....this twilight zone feeling that's come over me is a result of years of resentment and anxiety over a career that had been been forcibly crammed down my throat since I was barely able to walk. And so far, it'd been all introspective ranting and no action... a result of me, let's face it, being deathly afraid of my parents (more

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1107881224688136542005-02-08T11:07:00.000-05:002005-02-08T11:47:04.686-05:00

So my psych major roomate and I had a long conversation the other night about the marvels of introspection and how "healthy" it can be for people to do it on a regular basis....oh how I beg to differ. First of all, if people are truly like onions as my roomate suggests, with a multitude of layers each thicker than the last, then each subsequent "peeling" session will eventually lead to what I

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1105422811061576042005-01-11T00:34:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:42:13.873-05:00

Whew...survived O.chem lab today (five hours of toiling).....I really suck at that, who else but me could spill 8 different chemicals on their hands and any other unfortunate expanse of skin that happened to be showing? The whole time I was thinking "I'm too young to DIE!!" Apparently, the novel thing about O.Chem lab 2 is that you get to fiddle around with Unknown Chemicals.....as in they don't

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1104889367224988232005-01-04T20:16:00.000-05:002005-01-22T15:00:18.780-05:00

My suicide schedule this semester is getting me to re-evaluate certain things like... Why do I have so many stalkers? Well, first I should probably define what I call a "stalker." Trust me people, they come in all shapes and sizes. But they are all united and characterized by a few notable traits: They're needy. And although they have many many friends, they are all clearly superficial or else

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1103572787432608692004-12-20T14:38:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:59:59.033-05:00

My luck is not to be believed....my bad luck that is. I'm retaking physics 2.....there is NO justice in this world....when I saw my grade I actually had to think to myself "So....gee, all that pointless shitty busy work he gave in class....all those days I dragged myself out of bed to attend lecture faithfully....all for NOTHING." This is exactly the same feeling I got last December, when my

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1103130273810388262004-12-15T11:32:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:58:44.626-05:00

These past few weeks have been so strange, that I don't even really feel like recounting it all....but let's just say, last night resulted in one of the most surreal experiences ever. Essentially, I went to dinner for the purpose of getting information from this...person...let's call him Dental (don't ask, its early, I'm tired), and this person Dental has this really irritating habit of getting

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1102230868718156512004-12-05T02:10:00.001-05:002008-09-29T03:40:49.741-04:00

Well, last night was certainly memorable, but I don't think I should reflect too much on it...atleast not today. So, I decided to put up the answers to a random questionnaire that I liberally "borrowed" from a friend, who borrowed it from another friend, and so on....so who the hell knows where these questions came from! Feel free to ponder/mock my answers, and realize that everyone secretly

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1101710490924082722004-11-29T00:59:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:56:12.950-05:00

I'm back from thanksgiving break in a strange depressive funk for which I have no good reason for. But I know I can pinpoint it down to my love life....or more specifically, my lack thereof. I'm wincing as I write this because it's so completely against my nature to do that mainstream boo-hoo-unrequited-crush junk that seems to be my life. Atleast, I've somehow broken out of that moronic pattern

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1101159252879207562004-11-22T16:07:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:55:46.733-05:00

This day....wow. Pittsburgh has done its best to put a damper on my excitement about escaping to New York for thanksgiving....how?...in every way possible. First, I wake up aching all over thanks to a combination of weekly aerobics, and daily workout sessions with my crazed boot camp roomie Patricia, who continually reminds me "Well...you SAID you wanted to go hardcore." And apparently my muscles

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1099424792078793662004-11-02T14:30:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:54:02.493-05:00

Whoah...it has certainly been forever since I've written.... but a ton has happened so I might as well recap for the negative four individuals that actually read this thing! Ahem, first of all I destroyed my laptop...yes actually I still maintain that it committed computer-cide, but does anyone believe me? NOOOO! Okay let me start from the beginning. I might of mentioned how physics is completely

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1092976376303343322004-08-20T00:23:00.000-04:002005-01-22T14:53:14.766-05:00

This is a really bright happy color isn't it?......oh what the heck why not. WELL, what has been going on in my little world, wouldn't you like to know?? (Reader nods eagerly)....well than HERE YOU GO! Okay, sorry for that wierd intro....but it has been a damn wierd week. There are like 5 days left before school, and I have so many problems to figure out. 1. I'm determined to lose 20 pounds this

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-109141066441705552004-08-01T21:05:00.000-04:002005-01-22T14:52:49.760-05:00

Just when I thought the population of BITCHes (This stands for BitterIlliterateTestyCheapHack) storming Baskin Robbins had diminished......the mother of all bad customers happens to wander into the store. This is the exchange that took place....I kid you not, it is almost word for word. The setup: Customer asks for double scoop of mint chip on a sugar cone.....a simple order. And yet it would

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1086760635293761242004-06-09T01:40:00.000-04:002005-01-22T14:51:02.276-05:00

My mother's motto should be "Kick em' while they're down," or perhaps "Don't think you can escape the guilt of never living up to my insanely high expectations." What brings about this observation? Well, I failed my driving test. I got stuck with this blonde named Bernadette who told me at the end of the test that I sucked, no wait, she said I needed "lots and lots of practice," and that I "

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1083646411427800932004-05-04T00:53:00.000-04:002005-01-22T14:49:33.006-05:00

Okay, back at home...... um.....yeah. Can everyone feel the excitement radiating off the monitor? I've been at home for precisely one week and let me tell you, I'm quite close to begging the university to let me come back...4 months early. Whoever said summer vacation was fun and relaxing obviously has never spent a summer at my house. Yes, I know, my parents need help working at the store and

Nina K.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1082698411624049652004-04-23T01:33:00.000-04:002005-09-08T12:24:14.986-04:00

This week is the best! Okay, it was stressful, but I've never had such a strange mix of happiness and fatigue attack me all at once. What can I say about my sophomore year? Well, I got to know some cool people in Amnesty International, of which, most are graduating (sniff), and by some odd stroke of luck I'm co- president. Just watch, I'll be like "Yeah, GO HUMAN RIGHTS....can someone...um....

Nina K.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1081288904335852112004-04-06T18:01:00.000-04:002005-01-22T14:47:56.806-05:00

This week sucks....nay, the year is going to suck. How do I know that? Well, call it a lucky guess..or...OR just blame it on my excellent luck. I have to take Calculus. Yeah, I've come to terms with that, but why do they have to make me go through some insane loophole in order to do it this summer. If they're trying to make me miserable, then I can guarantee them that I'm already there; O.Chem is

Nina K.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1079312994473030482004-03-14T20:09:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:47:27.896-05:00

It has been awhile.... I know. But being that this is the last day of Spring Break and I probably won't have a chance to update until Finals are over...here goes. Once again I have decided to stay in Pittsburgh to "study O.Chem" (atleast that's what I told my parents)....but so far it's been pretty cool. Much better than last year's spring break (shudder). Speaking of O.Chem..... no one will

Nina K.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1071952095955977652003-12-20T16:28:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:46:40.916-05:00

Ah.....well, grades have been posted....and subsequently the holiday season has been ruined for me. Why? ....yes, well you know that miracle I was holding out for that perhaps I didn't do as bad as I thought on the final....well, that's been effectively destroyed. I got a C- in O.Chem.....which means that I was about 1 or 2 percent from passing the class. Do you know how much that totally PISSES

Nina K.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1070994759496358822003-12-09T13:32:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:45:35.833-05:00

Well……life is officially over. If a giant boulder saturated with 100 percent (NOT DILUTE) Hydrochloric acid were to fall and destroy me, the day could only get better. Reason? O.Chem Final, 10:00 this morning, worth half my grade. …….I failed it. How do I know I failed it? Well, naturally I would say….WHEN YOU LEAVE THE LAST 5 PAGES OF THE TEST BLANK, YOU FAILED IT! And my nazi professor

Nina K.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1070070073599452372003-11-28T20:41:00.000-05:002005-01-22T14:45:00.206-05:00

I"M ALIVE! .....boy seeing as how no one probably reads this, i'll just pretend that people care. Yeah, okay.I actually...got OUT of Pittsburgh...well, not really. Went to the Monroeville Mall, and am now suffering the after effects of "cajun chicken" (whether it's cajun or even chicken is questionable.) Also fighting pangs of guilt for not having done even a LITTLE bit of work, and I have that

Nina K.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1065296162335460562003-10-04T16:36:00.000-04:002005-01-22T14:44:21.630-05:00

What a long week, and ahhh it's saturday. can i relax? NO! damn lab report on chromatography due on monday and here i am blinking sleepily at my recitation notes. So far, I've typed my name, the title, and..."Introduction". That's it. At this rate, maybe I'll finish by next year. sigh. Just watched "Cajun Spice" the neww episode of x-men evolution this morning and revelled in glory of Gambit (ah,

Nina K.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1065201482734118262003-10-03T13:18:00.000-04:002005-01-22T14:43:23.736-05:00

I loathe Calculus. More specifically, I loathe Calc LAB! it's bad enough that i have to spend hours figuring what the hell is going on in that class, but then, on Friday I have to experience the great joy of rotting my brain in Calc Lab. What is Calc Lab? Ha!!!! for you poor suckers whose college is stupid enough to require this, you will have to waste hours upon hours on a maniacal calculus

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