Poop!

Ehm... poop!

Cool stuff

I watched Ordinary People today, and it just has to be one of the best dramas I have ever seen. It is appropriately dramatic and emotional without ever falling into the sappiness that plagues most Oscar-bait movies (and, it is made in the 80s, which makes this even more impressive, seeing as most films of that era seemed to really pile on the cheese). The story is thoughtful, the writing sharp, and the acting excellent. What really struck was how naturally everything was played out. People talked like they would in real life, nothing was overwrought or excessively "poignant," and even the inconsequential characters seemed like real people rather than cardboard cuttouts. I think the only music used in the whole film was Pachelbel's Canon, which I approve of. Obsessed as I am with really beautiful film music, sometimes the subtlety of silence can be more powerful than mournful violin strings. I generally dont dig drama, but this was well done.

I have a psych exam in 6.8 hours

While sick and groggy and grumpy, I discovered the awesome Mark Ryden, whose work is mix of cuddly adorableness and unimaginable horror. He seems to really have a thing for Abraham Lincoln.




I was making a pancake when a brilliant idea struck me, and I balled it up and crammed it with what must have amounted to a half a pound of chocolate. And now every time I stick it with my fork, chocolate oozes out like blood from some sort of delicious wounded beast.

I like to eat

apples and bananas





I actually do not like to eat bananas.

Oh my

I am drunk for the first time! Yay! But everyone is asleep so no one can share in the festivities. Also it took forever to write festivities. Also I think I snort a lot. Anyway yay! A first time for everything. Im pretty gone even though its only been like... hmm.. I dont even know. Whatever. Hurrah! And good night! Woo!

Hug!

This has to be the sweetest thing.





Hugs are my favorite thing in the whole world. I love being hugged and watching other people hug, it’s just so lovely. Especially if it is a nice, firm hug, like the person means it. I think it is the ultimate expression of affection.

The competition is pretty stiff

I need to learn html. Everybody knows html.





Everybody.

If Brad Pitt was young/a woman

Fun with Photoshop.

La la la

I keep trying to decide between only letting me read my blog, and keeping it open to the public (which currently consists of a whopping 4). There is no reason to make it private, but I am always tempted to slap on some limited access so I can seem mysterious.

I think I am becoming less and less patient with people. I have accumulated a lot of evidence for this, but I think the competition was the ultimate test because I was running (well, sitting on my ass) on no sleep. And I failed. Miserably. I remember one of the older team members trying to chat with me and all I did was nod mindlessly with my mouth hanging open like a zombie, the whole time hoping he would go away. I had a love-hate relationship with the damn registration table because I kept wanting to leave, but whenever I left I kept wanting to come back and tried to cleverly eject whoever had taken my place. I was avoidant and reclusive the whole time, and I finally snapped and Sherry and Senthil because they were trying to help me carry some box which I suddenly became violently possessive of. Senthil sadly proclaimed that chivalry is dead, and I think he is wary of me now. Bah. There were so many people who had much more of a right to be on edge than me, and they managed to stay perfectly decent.

I also enjoy getting smart with some of my roommates at times, which is automatic but which I instantly regret. And I am beginning to attack outside of my inner circle as well. =( It kills me because I like to run around bragging about how “chill” I am when really I have a mean streak the size of a small country. What could I possibly have to offer besides being mild and accommodating, and I cant even do that. I guess lesson learned is to keep up the fight against my smartass/bitchy tendencies even in times of prolonged activity.

Also, I slept for 16 hours today. 16. And I really want to go back to bed. It is all or nothing with this sleep thing.

Lots of metaphors for snow

It was 4 am on a January(?) night of my freshman year, and I had been sexiled once again by my roommate. With nothing else to do, and being the flighty, restless freshman that I was, I decided to take a walk. What I saw outside made me catch my breath. It was Philly's first real snow of the year--my first ever--and it was glorious. Everything was bright and even and clean, like a thick sheet had been placed over the ground. I remember spotting a can of beer on the ground, dented in the middle and covered in snow. It was rusty and grimy and probably home to a whole family of STDs, but enshrined in its tomb of sparkling white fluff, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. There was no one else around, and for two hours I frolicked alone, dragging my feet and feeling my heart skip a beat as I realized that this foreign substance was just as soft and light and fluffy as it looked in the movies. I was stunned by its smoothness, and I wanted to ravage it. I wanted to attack every patch of snow with my flopping boots, because I knew that no matter how exuberantly I stomped about, I could never destroy all of it.

And now, a little after the sky finished shitting out our biggest snowfall since that year, the snow-covered campus still makes me ache with its loveliness, and I still feel the urge to blast out of this warm, comfy lab in Moore, into the landscape of sugar-frosted trees, and stomp and stomp until I have obliterated every porcelain inch.