December 2005 Archives

I wish I could figure out how to access my own blog from my own house. But whatevz, I'll be back at school in a little over a week.

So I've been helping my friends live out their middle class rebellion fantasies by going to South Street two days in a row. Once at 10 in the morning, because I guess sometimes people forget it's winter break. Which is a time in your life to sleep past noon.

It's been fun. Esp. when the train conductor doesn't collect your ticket and you feel like you're cheating the system. And when you're walking through the city and you talk to four street sweepers, including one who says, "All she needs is a red carpet." [I guess because I was walking like I was the shit? I do that sometimes. It's my confident, don't-mess-with-me city!walk. That, or he was colorblind and was making a comment about how I should dye my pubes. 'cause I don't. Kiki.]

Oh, the attention my hair gets. Like the guy who yelled "PINK!" out of a pick-up truck, pumping his first in the air. And the random black kid who's like, "Hey, see my friend there? He likes your hair."

And then there's the joys of capitalism. Bought a forever 21 blazer at an old lady consignment shop. And legwarmers at an overpriced thrift shop. And autobiography of a blue-eyed devil from, embarrassingly, Tower. But I couldn't find it in the little indie book store, and B&N didn't have it to buy with my xmas gift card.

Also bought Kaje a little black Hello Kitty purse that says, mysteriously, "My weight is the same as three apples." With three little apples. And some cheap earrings. Although not as cheap as the sign said they were. Sometimes little asian ladies trick me.

Talking of Kaje, we bonded over only the best episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer evar. Spike, you are my one true love. And after South Street with the roomie and sidekick [who is basically 10x cooler than the roomie], we watched Beauty & the Beast and Aladdin. Who knew we missed so much as children? "Combination hookah and coffee maker. . . also makes Julienne fries."

And met the roomie's narztown friends & slept over her house. It was pretty much just like college. Except I have my own bed at MIT.

And tomorrow is twenty-oh-six. oh-em-gee!

So I don't really understand this whole computer fad. But for some reason, my blog doesn't load when I try to access it from home? And my brother insists I ip-banned my family, so they wouldn't stalk me, but I really didn't.

And besides the fact that there are zero (0) ip addresses banned from my website, evidence suggests that it is an ip issue, since I can access my blog when I use a proxy. Anyway, it's flipping annoying because I have to login every five seconds if I want to edit my blog. Or I can sit in the backyard in the freezing cold and use my neighbor's open wireless network.

Too bad I'm not an eskimo.

But yeah, home is fun. In a different way than college. For example, I knit an entire scarf over the last two days. No, but um, friends. Last night with Sienna & Allison = brilliant. And on facebook, unfortunately. Digital cameras, man. Watch out.

Xmas was xcellent. Jay kay, pretend I didn't say that.

I received xciting pink luggage. And 'the hookup handbook.' And other stuff that I can't remember. Money, gift cards. Winter wonderland cropped sweaters. Good times.

Going to South Street with my roomie and her friends at some point. . . .

Need to buy winter coat.

And I'm pretty sure I passed all my classes. Which is. . . unexpected?

I'm home! After a ridiculous 1.5 hour delay because people had too much luggage? I still don't even get it.

One thing I miss about MIT: tornados of love. Okay, that's a lie. I miss more than one thing. Pteradactyl laughter. Fjörks. Nonstop jokes about my mag vag. that's pronounced madge, pee-ess. as in, short for magical.

One thing I love about being home: toilet paper as soft as the softest thing evar. I could wear it.

I'm working with about 3 hours of sleep. Probably going to fix that now.

But it's been a couple days since the last update, so quickly:

Pretty sure I did well enough on all my finals to pass the courses. Fingers crossed?

Weeds is fucking addictive.

Dirty Found is awesome.

I'm pretty sure I passed the final & hopefully that translates into passing the course.

Going home Wednesday, on the same aeroplane as the bizzinator.

Two more finals, but eh. They don't really matter.

1. grow uncomfortably warm because the radiator is fucking ridiculous.
2. crack a window open.
3. get a little chilly.
4. put on a sweater.
5. get still chillier.
6. shut the window.
7. get warm.
8. remove sweater.
9. get still warmer. go back to 1.

and then there's the option of turning the radiator off. which almost makes the room chilly and is kind of a hassle.

Brokeback Mountain wasn't half as good as I wanted it to be.

Here's what's not half-bad:
I'm really only concerned about my chem final.

Here's what's effing awesome:
MIT parties, e.g. the post-game crunkmas party.

Here's what's cute:
Receiving a bouquet of pink flowers.

the random kid in my seminar who told me that I'm dynamic (he stalks my blog)

my adviser who gives me lovely things, like a pink stocking with my name on it and goodies galore within

chr1stinahahaha

a girl in my seminar who almost gave me teal mittens for our gift exchange, but then saw me wearing like the exact same pair in physics one day and had to give me a different gift. precious!

the girl I bought a gift for who has a proper appreciation for furi kuri

m.n.c. who calls me during my seminar and leaves me sweet voicemail

kaje who writes adorable entries about boys

my brother (not really, just saying that because he turned 15 today ^.~)

you try to smile at someone as you pass in the hallway and he avoids eye contact.

Especially when it's probably your fault.

And happy birthdays to Allison Molloy Berry, the love of my life, and Calvrett Justen Aninye, who has his moments, at times.

than waking up to snow? Honestly.

Too bad I don't think classes will ever be cancelled, since I go to school in the North Pole.

Do you know what is a wonderful movie? Love Actually. I had completely forgotten how it is beautiful in every way.

Want to hear a true story?

One time after the last beta pub night of the year, I came home and tugged at my shirt. And I was like, hmm. I don't think that's supposed to happen. And I looked down between my bosom. And there was chewed gum stuck to my chest.

And I was like WHAAAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Because I had not been chewing gum that evening. And my breasts had not been chewing gum that evening.

And I think I would have fucking remembered someone sticking their ABC gum down my shirt. Which was admittedly lowcut but STILL.

My only theory is that Alison, the only person I remembered seeing chewing gum, somehow lost the ability to keep her gum in her mouth when she leaned over to hug me.

Sketch to the max, that's all I can say.

I don't even know how I do the things I do.

when someone tells you that one night he wanted to make out with you and was jealous of another guy.

Something not precious:
when I'm a fuckup.

I finally figured out how to get my besk money, so that was exciting. With three x's.

Also, I bought us colored lights for our room. And we listened to xmas music and hung them up. It was rather joyful.

Well, just imagine how excited I was yesterday when it snowed all day. And stuck!

About this excited:

Except the salt they're using to melt the snow on walkways, etc. is hot pink. It reminds me of when I dyed my hair right before MIT and didn't do a very good job rinsing it out, so it rubbed off on anything my head touched. And one time I was cuddling with this guy and I got pink on his shirt. And I don't think he appreciated it very much because he was like, "next time you should probably rinse your hair out all the way. KTHX."

But what he didn't know is that it was part of my secret plan to mark guys I hook up with. Muahaha.

Or not.

So anyway everytime I see the pink snow, I'm like, wait, did I roll around in the snow without realising it?

But don't worry, I didn't.

Sometimes I see Walk the Line and want to be June Carter when I grow up.

And soon I will stop overusing "sometimes." But not just yet.

Sometimes I like when life works out like I expect it to.

Sometimes a police car drives by my window.

And sometimes I make condom balloons out of mint condoms and hang them on Katharine's door.

Sometimes I can't help but grin at little girls sitting on a ledge, dangling their feet in sync.

But not the band.

And sometimes I'm NOT stoned, so fuck all y'all.

ists!

Can anyone believe it's motherfucking December?

Raise your hand.