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| Stretching Out |
| 05.26.04 (2:50 pm) [edit] |
Boy from yesterday made fun of me for lying on the same patch of grass reading. If it wasn't for the fact that I had a different book in my hand, I think it looked like I hadn't moved in the past 24 hours. I've graduated from [i]Flipped[/i] to Agatha Christie. I think that's movement enough.
I'm really intrigued by my class. We went over the building blocks of computers today, bits, bytes, pixels and the such. Somewhat dry and mundane, but somehow still interesting. I felt like such the left brain drowning in a sea of artists though. A girl raised her hand to ask how 3 bytes equaled 1.6 million pixels, when 1 byte only equaled 256. The professor stumbled about for a bit, tried out the word algorithmic, gave up, and left it to me. Exponential. Algorithmic, is that even a word? I feel like he meant logarithmic. My approach may be slightly more technical than the average, but it still seems like an incredible class. The technical world meets the art world, see, it really does exist.
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| Two Weeks Disconnected |
| 05.24.04 (5:18 pm) [edit] |
I can't even begin to go over life since my last post. It's a completely different world, Cleveland and May 8th feel like a universe away.
I left Case, said goodbye, and had a wonderful last night. Downed a bottle of champagne under the stars. At the expense of sleep, watched Good Will Hunting and drowned in beignets and powdered sugar. Finished off my box of beignet mix, working on finding another.
Ten days at home. Went camping with a mob of people, took up three sites and eight tents. I was the only person between the ages of 7 and 40. Spent some quality time curled up in a hammock reading. Sometimes it's nice to be the only one you know. A constant day of hide and go seek, and cradling to sleep. Came to the conclusion that I'll never be able to be a working mother. It's too much for nowhere near enough. For being just 19, a child in my arm's is way too comforting.
Got together with Brett, Jennifer, and Margaret. And Eryn Nicole, the five-month old extension to our group. Best friends split apart in a million directions. Caught up on the births, the deaths, and the marriages. Felt very much like a reunion, very First Wive's Club. Brett just got a fellowship, pays for all of Yale, her Master's, and guarantees her a job for her first 5 years out of school. Anywhere in the world. Jennifer is working full-time for the Sun's, and still learning how to date. Margaret, Margaret impresses me. She has a real job, she's moving out this summer, and she's supporting herself and Eryn. Taking evening classes to bat. I hope she holds through. And myself? I'm just trying to stay afloat.
And then there's my parents. My mom's starting her own business, my dad's retiring, and the world's turning upside down. I wish I could be home for my mother's sanity, and unbelieveably grateful I'm not for my own. Went out to dinner. Can't even describe the evening thereafter. Probably the first time with my family where I could feel my heart breaking for the sake of someone else. And there's absolutely nothing anyone can do.
On a lighter note, had the most perfect clubbing experience ever. Went out to Bourbon Street with Jennifer. For anyone back at Jax, if you get the chance, definitely head out there. There was this one guy that caught my eye early on in the night. Very attractive, very confident, an incredible dancer with an incredible smile to match. (Sam, I promise I do love you.) Three hours later he wanders over to me, and we have an incredible night to the likes of Love Shack and Come on Eileen. British, an officer of the Royal Navy, and oh so charismatic. Don't even care if he was full of lines, it did a number on my confidence. Sadly, come the end of the night, the boy had to be turned down. It would've been an interesting night.
Spent my last night in town with Amy. It was nice, really comfortable. We have our ups and our downs, but I think what keeps drawing us back together is that we really do have the same hopes and aspirations, and the same problems and fears. It was a good way to end off my time home.
And now, now I'm at Berkeley. That's another post in itself. I'm still finding myself. My class sounds amazing, and it's just a matter of everything falling into place. I may be nervous, but I certainly feel alive.
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| Cardboard boxes. |
| 05.08.04 (1:04 pm) [edit] |
The suite's empty. The building is down to seniors, and maintenance staff. With the exception of the straggling few doing their laundry, there's no one else around. Today is the Cedar Point for senior week, so even those that could be around, are out. Awfully lonely around here.
I'm surrounded by cardboard boxes and laundry. It's enough to make a girl sad. All I've wanted for these past few weeks is to go home, and now I wish I could stretch this weekend out a bit longer. I just took off my bedding, and it's like this final goodbye. I'll never be able to watch a movie I've downloaded on my computer again.
There's a lot to look forward to though. The summer has a lot to offer. Berkeley should be an adventure, and Equinox will be me totally in my element. The five-pack? Who knows how that will turn out. Estrogen overload, I'm sure, but I'm expecting to create a lot of memories in that room. An obligatory rite of passage, if you will. We'll definitely have our ups and downs, but it'll be an experience. Living in the house period, I'm really looking forward to it.
My laundry should be done by now. Am I still reluctant to pack it away? Sure.
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| It's a new era... |
| 05.06.04 (8:06 pm) [edit] |
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Being an RA could stop now, tonight would be just fine. Check-outs non stop all day tomorrow, from 9 till 4 in the afternoon. Running up and down an 11 story building. All I want now is my gelato, and perhaps an episode of Sex and the City.
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| Post finals. |
| 05.04.04 (10:23 pm) [edit] |
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Tonight was my gfo out post finals fnight. First time since December I believe. Not ognonoa liem, fairly phenomenal regardless. I'll proabv.y edit this later for stupid typos/stupid sentences/stupid thoughtas auin gerneral. I love Amanda. Even if she does pass out after our trip to visit our next door to each other boyfriends. Time to pass out. Real update tomorrow. I promise. Becauisdeu this obvioulsy sint functional. Mmmm. Salute peace!
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| Mmmmm.... |
| 05.04.04 (7:12 am) [edit] |
So my skipping yesterday somehow doesn't break the whole *a blog a day in may* bit. It's still only been 36 hours since the last post, and 7 consecutive hours of those were spent in final land. (Needless to say, everything else was broken up between studying and sleeping. Oh the exciting life I lead.)
Kristin's away message says it's a beautiful day outside. I'm always reluctant to beieve a statement like that, especially from the jaded Cleveland perspective. My OCD [url=http://www.weather.com/weathe...]online weather [/url] checking heartily disagrees. 51 degrees. As good as it feels to be done with school, all I want is to be able to get in a tank top, and wander around barefoot in the sun.
Eh. Let's not get too optimistic here. Crawling back into bed to catch up on even more sleep.
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| Sorbonne Graffiti |
| 05.02.04 (4:51 pm) [edit] |
It is forbidden to forbid. Freedom begins by forbidding something: interference with the freedom of others.
The Revolution must take place in men before occurring in things.
A single non-revolutionary weekend is infinitely bloodier than a month of permanent revolution.
Life is elsewhere.
The more I make love, the more I want to make the Revolution, the more I make the Revolution, the more I want to make love.
[b]The thought of tomorrow's enjoyment will never console me for today's boredom. [/b]
[i]And in all the hypocrisy of the life I lead, I go back to studying for finals. Perhaps not today, but tomorrow I start over. [/i]
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| the first of May |
| 05.01.04 (8:37 pm) [edit] |
So Sam does this weird thing every once in a while, where he decides he's giving up Coke for a month. He's fairly addicted, and at his worst, he was probably downing 4 a day. Not terrible, but he's still rather dependant. He just broke his *April, no soda for a month* this afternoon, and wanted to start something new and fun for May. I guess something to start off the summer on the right foot. The only twist, instead of giving up a bad habit, pick up a good one. So we agreed on a blog a day. For the month of May, he and I agreed that we would have to update everyday. I suggested sit-ups, and he reminded me that there was no way we would actually do sit-ups before the end of the day.
If I was really ambitious, I would add in a picture of the day as well. Considering the half hour left for today, I somehow don't think that's going to happen. Although there is this awfully picturesque bouquet of pink roses sitting in a glass coke bottle right next to me. If only my camera had batteries in it. So yes, here's to a good month. And once finals are over and done with, here's to a hopefully stunning layout as well. Alright then, time to conquer this headache and get back down to business. Numerical Methods here I come.
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