So Here's the Deal

It's been months, I know, but I've been off doing fabulous things...I've been to Toronto and back, Niagara Falls and back, California and back, got amazing grades in the end, and I'm now moving to Brooklyn tomorrow for the rest of the summer. I'm having the hardest time packing because I had no idea how much stuff I actually use, and I have to stuff it all into a suitcase for the next two months. And to make matters worse, I'm busy dancing in my room to French pop - download this: "Double Je" by Chirstophe Willem.

And conundrum - I just got my paycheck for last month and I was pleasantly surprised. It turns out that I really don't have to work for the rest of the summer. At some point I'm sure I'll get bored of relaxing and I'll go find some kind of menial labor, but until then I can have as much free time as I want. It's almost overwhelming...almost ;) All I need to worry about now is how I'm going to get to the fireworks on July 4th! Come along, it'll be fun, give me a call!

Movin' On Out

Possibly to Brooklyn. We'll see. It'd be easier for me all around, but I've got to just confirm with my parents that they can help me pay first month's rent. So, like I said, we'll see.

I am Googled out. I've been on Google forever trying to do research for two out of four of my papers. I'm beginning to have this weird love-hate relationship with it because, on the one hand, it's amazing. It just is. It makes life 100 times simpler. And I've discovered scholar.google.com, another brilliant Google enterprise that makes research a snap. Or, so one would think. I've been searching for things to put in my Dubliners paper, and, no joke, there is nothing. And half these sites give you the first half of an article and then expect you to pay for the second half. I'm a poor college student on a budget; I'm sure as hell not paying $14.95 for some crappy student-written article.

All the more annoying because I'm switching my major [yes, again, I know, long story] to graphic arts, so none of this will matter next semester, or for the rest of my life. And I had just managed an "A" in Victorian Literature too. I just needed a place to brag about that! :)

I Can't Come Up With A Witty Title For This One

Because I'm too stressed out. 4 term papers. I absolutely loathe doing research, and this has become slightly problematic for me because all 4 of my papers are research ones. I'm so stressed I could cry. But I don't even have time to do that.

So, in a fit of procrastination I was pondering why they would call a miniature pack of M+M's a "fun pack!" Seems to me that the smaller size makes my chocolate-eating experience less fun, because I finish the pack more quickly. That's not a "fun pack!" That's a "depressing pack!"

Things That Make Me Vaguely Nervous [1]

Seen on the back of the NJ Transit bus that was in front of me coming out of the Lincoln Tunnel: a big sign reading "Student Driver." Yes. Exactly.

:)

Toronto was amazing, my friend's wedding was absolutely beautiful...I still can't believe that she's actually married. But it was a lot of fun [even the car ride up and back down happened to be really funny and kind of exciting], and I'd definitely go back up to visit.

Oh, Canada!

Going up to Toronto this weekend for my friend's wedding. I think we're renting a car and driving up; it should be a lot of fun. Like the road trip we had wanted to have had this past summer...

This morning I was carrying a beautiful tiara that I had borrowed from someone and I didn't want to crush it in my bag so I was holding it. I got the nicest looks from people, it was really funny --apparently I'm not the only one who like sparkly shiny things ;)

Additionally...

Well, apparently I'm also a stiletto shoe: "You're sexy and flirtatious. People admire your good looks and high self esteem."

I'm also Ecstacy. As in the drug. Hmm.

Last but not least, in the wine category [just to round things out] I'm Cabernet Sauvingnon: "You are bold and you love rich and elegant things, whether it is food or nice clothes you want the best of everything." Pretty much on target. Now, whether or not I get the best of everything...completely different story.

Interesting...

According to Quizilla.com [a site I am now addicted to, thanks to lying in bed sick the entire day with not much else to do], I'm Judy Garland: "You're seen by most as sweet, kind, and innocent. But you're so much more than that. You're a total a star and beautiful girl, as well as extremely wise. You're elegant and full of poise." Well, tell me something I don't know... Although I must say, I think I channel Marilyn Monroe at times, darling.

Update: according to a different quiz, I am Marilyn. Go figure.

Ponder Me This

I've come to realize that very often the one person you think you can count on more than anyone in the world somehow ends up getting more and more distant from you as time goes by. And I'm not liking that fact. And I know I keep elaborating on this same theme, but it's really something thats's been bothering me lately. It's just so hard to become distant from someone you know so much about, right down to the fact that you know they eat around the chocolate chips in cookies because they don't like chocolate but they'll chug chocolate milk like it was the water from the fountain of eternal youth. Or that they never call people, but if someone calls them they'll talk for hours. And I could go on and on, but the point is that so many years of my life were shared with this person and it's so weird to think that they just won't be there for me anymore like they used to. Unless I could maybe put in a bit more effort? Or maybe this is one of those things that I'm supposed to let pass as a natural occurence, like a natural life happening.

Strange occurence today: I felt so inexplicably in control of everything, like this incredible sense of euphoria like I could take over the world and absolutely no one could stop me. And I also felt pretty. No, beautiful, not just pretty. It was kind of cool in a slightly unsettling way.