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That's really effing rad. I feel so popular. So popular. My House friends, you should join. It'll be a good laugh.
ETA: Now 130. I think I'm in over my head.
Anyone who watches The OC:
What is the website that has the episodes available for download like the day after they air? I might not have cable tomorrow and I kind of need to see The OC.
I know someone here knows what I'm talking about. I'll give you some cannnnnndy.
If you have any suggestions, let me know. I'm pretty new at maintaining a community where I might actually have to do something ;) Like if someone would feel so compelled to make some pretty things like icons, layouts, etc.
Yesterday, I only had one class. Ten in the morning, Math Concepts in Biology. I was not sure that I was going to make it to class on time, as I had left about an hour later than I had initially expected to. Somehow, I drove far above the speed limit for the entire two hours and, though I saw plenty of people pulled over, I was overlooked. I got here just in time to get to class and listen to our prof drabble about the syllabus.
We actually took notes. I do not know what these professors here at Monmouth University are taught, but on the first day of classes, the first WEEK of classes, you do nothing but sit around and talk about everyone’s summer and who drove the farthest to get here.
Today I had MA115 and then a half hour later I had Western Civilization 1. The room is off of the gallery in the art department. Some of the work in that gallery…holy shit. I really wish I could find pictures of it. The artist makes prints of men, women, flowers, animals, etc. They look very much like the early religious artworks from Europe. Not entirely realistic, very smooth skinned, very exaggerated textures, shadows and highlights. They are probably the best stuff I have seen with my own eyes. I stood and looked at one of the prints for probably fifteen minutes before class. I felt like such a dork, but they were really amazing.
Then we had class, of course, boring. I like the professor enough, it is just that she rambles a ton. Her email address is SojornerTru @ whatever.com, which is something that caught my attention. She seems extremely bright and intelligent. She has gotten her degrees from Rowan University, Rutgers University and one other school I can not remember. She mentioned about ten thousand times that she likes to have discussions, so I am hoping that these discussions lead to debates. Our first topic of discussion is over the book, “When God Was A Woman” by Merlin Stone, so that should spark some, er, interesting conversation.
I must say that I might already have a crush on my math professor. He is young, probably like in his early thirties. But I think he is married. He is just so geeky-cute. Then, in my Western Civ class, I turned around during our “Introduce Yourself” portion. The most adorable guy I have ever seen in my life was sitting behind me. He is an English major and he likes to write. I have set my sights, my friends, and it is only day two.
Also, today I met the biggest idiot I have ever met. Well, I didn't meet her, per se, I listened in on a conversation she was having with some guy...The guy was wearing a shirt that said something about being in Afghanistan. She proceeded to ask him a million stupid questions. Like is it hot over there? Are there lots of crazy animals?
So our cable kind of works. We can either have the internet working or the cable working, but not both at the same time. It's a really simple thing to fix, we just have to have to cable company come back and take care of it. Hopefully they'll come back *really* *soon*. Everything else is pretty good. Tiffany's cat, Zoe, moved in. Tiffany's boyfriend, Glenn, is staying her for a while. It's all good. Everyone gets along. At least from my perspective.
Go to your iPod playlist and put it all on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.
1. What do you think of me, iPod?
'Bare' by Matt Nathanson. Hmm...naughty, naughty iPod!
2. Will I have a happy life?
'Save Me' by Jem, I'll take that as a no?
3. What do my friends really think of me?
'Give It All Away' by Ashlee Simpson, "Slow down/Just look a little closer/You might find thats its not the end/You wonder how, your life can get better
When you're alone you just tear yourself down"...Depressing.
4. Do people secretly lust after me?
'Covered in Rain' by John Mayer
5. What does [insert significant other] think of me?
'J'ai Deux Amours' by Madeleine Peyroux, "I have two loves." WTF? I HATE THIS ANSWER! TAKE IT BACK!
6. How can I make myself happy?
'Simply Because' by Rooney
7. What should I do with my life?
'Hey Sandy' by Polaris, maybe I should have been an astronaut.
8. Why must life be so full of pain?
'Travelin' by Josh Kelley, "So just lie to my baby, tell me maybe, all the while you never made me smile...Now you're gone I'm havin' so much fun." Unrequited love, perhaps?
9. How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
'Nearness of You' by Norah Jones, wow, that's suprising on and romantic.
10. Will I ever have children?
'Shallow' by Ryan Adams, guess not?
11. Will I die happy?
'83' by John Mayer, "Most of my memories have escaped me and confused themselves with dreams. If Heaven's all we want it to be, send your prayers to me care of 1983."
12. Can you give me some advice?
'Geezers Need Excitement' by The Streets, "Geezerz need excitement. If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence." DUH.
13. Do you know where your children are?
'Boom Boom' by Britney Spears f/ Ying Yang Twins, "We're gonna go into the club and get crunked with Britney!" OH NO YOU'RE NOT!
14. What do you think happiness is?
'You're Nobody Until Somebody Loves You' by Dean Martin, I think that speaks for itself. "You may be king and you may posess the world and it's gold, but gold won't bring you happiness when you're growing old."
I'm hoping that we have our internet connection taken care of, but I don't really know.
I don't even know if we'll have cable.
I swear that if by next Tuesday we still don't have cable, I'm driving home to see House and then I'll drive back to school when I'm done. Four hours of driving isn't ridiculous to watch a 40-minute television show, right?
Orrrr...Kristina, my friend, do you still have Tivo? I may request your services if we do not have cable...
About what I said in my last post...*breathe* Okay. You can continue. That was like a horrifying dream where I...actually, my dream last night was that I had to use some face cream that spiders really liked, so they would be crawling all over me in my sleep. Big spiders, too. None of those namby-pamby spiders.
I've decided that no one on my FL is allowed to mention any of the following anymore:
- House MD
- Hugh Laurie
- Jennifer Morrison
- Sean Patrick Leonard
- The Rolling Stones
- The Who
That is all. Thank you.
Joined the Navy.
He did it a week or so ago, but I just keep forgetting to mention it. It's absolutely insane. He leaves for training in four months. It's kind of scary, but at the same time I know it'll be good for him to get his ass kicked by some (really hot) C.O. in his dazzling dress whites.
Also, I'm supposed to be packing, but I just hate it so much.
I swear...Today we had our Labor Day "celebration" at my aunt's house, which consisted of eating and talking about controversial subjects including:
- The Prison System
- The Stereotypes of Judaism
- National Disasters
We were first discussing my mom's friend Julie, whose son is in prison for heroin issues. Julie apparently goes into Chester, which is a nasty little area outside of Philadelphia, to pay off a prison guard to sneak cigarrettes into her son-of-a-bitch son.
Then we were talking about the stereotypes (meaning not necessarily true) of Judaism, since I'm moving to an area with a rather large Jewish population and my cousin, Meagan, is working at a Jewish deli. Gefilte, lox, the most popular Jewish "wine" (aka "whine," "I wanna gota Florida..." says my uncle), and Jewish foreplay (four hours of begging...HOUSE QUOTE, said I: "Unless you're only half Jewish, then it's two hours." My uncle got it.). We're seriously not bad people. At least I'm not...see the next discussion topic.
Katrina came up several times during the night. I kept insisting that it was foolish of the US government to turn away any offers for monetary help. My grandfather agreed with me. My grandmother insisted that no one ever offers to help us and no one ever will (um, okay, I guess that all those other countries were just kidding). They also think that the entire state of Louisiana lives in total poverty and exsists solely on welfare (granted, Louisiana has the highest percentage of families living in poverty [the poverty line in the United States is slightly over $21,000 for a family of five, or three times the cost of what it would take to feed the family for a full year.]). They also think that the entire state of Louisiana is black (USCensus in 2000 says 64% white, 33% black, the rest varies. Pennsylvania is 85/10.). Alright. I swear, the weirdest thing I heard all night was, again, my grandmother: "I'm sure the blacks will give the other blacks places to live. They all have families somewhere that they can live with." What???
We were talking about why government aide is so lacking. I said that I bet that a fair few of the people who voted for Bush are regretting it. She did agree that it was his second big catastrophe, but not that it's the Republican's fault. I didn't say it was anyone's fault, just that people are really kicking themselves right now.
Oy vey. I can't stand having serious discussions with my family anymore.
THEN! My dad says that a local used bookstore found a first edition copy of F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby in a pile of unsorted, donated books. We were discussing whether or not the owner of the shop could attempt to identify the previous owner of the book by having the book dusted for fingerprints. I told him that with the age of the book, storage situations and the fact that the store probably would have ruined most of the fingerprint evidence, few usable fingerprints would probably be found. He got all huffy with me and pulled one of his, "Oh, right, I don't know anything." moods. I was like, "If anyone in this car was to know anything about fingerprinting, who would it be?" "Whatever, I don't know then." Urggggh.I totally forgot, my dad and I went to see The Great Raid. It was so moving and just amazing. Of course, WWII, duh, I'm going to love it. I've never really seen anything about the Pacific though, I'm usually interested strictly in the European theatre. I think the worst part, for me, was that there was a woman in front of us who was probably in her mid-late seventies. She kept sniffing and crying. It really got to me. I'm starting to collect old photographs. Like early-1900's photographs. I can't find my grandfather's scrapbook of when he was in Japan after surrender, which really ticks me off.