tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50968742009-02-20T21:45:00.497-05:00differentiating myself from a doormat every dayEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1108233924744809432005-02-12T13:43:00.000-05:002005-02-12T13:45:24.746-05:00

DON'T SCREW WITH MY CITY.in other less important news...Duke let me in. Stanford didn't. Stanford's rejection e-mail contained a spelling mistake, which gives me some bizarre comfort.

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So I had a POSTITIVELY CRAPTASTIC day yesterday. But if you read through the horrible, there's a great payoff at the end. I promise. We begin yesterday morning, when I wake up to an email from the LOVELY people at Duke University, saying that they're all set to make decisions, but my transcript is missing, so they can't make a decision about me. This makes me stage a minor freakout in my room,

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1107836208426312532005-02-07T22:51:00.000-05:002005-02-07T23:16:48.426-05:00

Disjointed day=disjointed post. If I code another mother-freakin' article, heads. will. roll. Specifically, my head. I've moved on to tabulation, which is more a pain in the arse than anything else, but this is where the goodies are. I'm basically translating the stacks o' articles into nice single page excel spreadsheets. So lovely. Taking my N, divvying it up through public appearances,

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1107728822892134122005-02-06T17:23:00.000-05:002005-02-06T17:29:21.750-05:00

This is quite often said by The Brad and I to each other, and he said it was going to go in HIS blog (FYI, for those of you interested you can read it here) but he hasn't put it in there yet, so I'm being pro-active, because I find it amusing: The Brad: Are there actually people that don't like (insert name of very cool thing here)? Me: Yes, but they're dumb and we don't hang out with them. In

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1107371551747474242005-02-02T14:10:00.000-05:002005-02-02T14:12:31.746-05:00

Alrighty, so in the midst of yet another morning I really would have preferred to be in bed, I get this quote spewed out during lecture: "The Federal Government was like a Pygmy". Yes. The Federal Government of the United States was compared in simile form to a FRIGGING PYGMY. It made the fact that I was, in fact, awake and functioning a little more tolerable.

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1107242720356201362005-02-01T02:20:00.000-05:002005-02-01T02:25:20.356-05:00

In response to my previous post: WonderJess (via IM): bronchitis?!? you mucus-filled fool. haha. this sounds like a VERY good reason to skip wednesday's meeting. I'll even bring you your cookie so you don't miss the good stuff. You have to love someone who warns you away from nutritional info and offers to bring you cookies. WonderJess, I salute you! In other news, drugs rock my socks.

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1107197573701079292005-01-31T13:44:00.000-05:002005-01-31T13:52:53.700-05:00

that's what my mom called me. Because I don't just have a cold...no, I have bronchitis! So that whole emotion-manifesting-as-illness thing is bunk; I'm just plain sick. But I will get some drugs tonight and be allllll better soon. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself. Tomorrow marks the first day I can really start worrying about graduate school. Though I'm still worrying now. People are

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1106867461364782002005-01-27T18:06:00.000-05:002005-01-27T18:11:01.366-05:00

I've been a little off my game this week and I'm not quite sure why. I've been sick, but I'm not sure it's as much a cause of the off-ness as it is, perhaps, a symptom. My body and brain are weird like that sometimes. I was a wreck last night for reasons that I'm not quite sure I can articulate. I wonder if it's a matter of being sick (and taking sinus meds, blech) messes with my mind, or if my

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1106578918188353352005-01-24T09:38:00.000-05:002005-01-24T10:01:58.186-05:00

I hate stupid people. Really. And Admissions just seems to bring them out of the friggin woodwork. gaaaa. A couple of conversations over the past couple days have sparked some thoughts for me. I am an incredibly fortunate person in that I have a lot of really awesome and amazing people in my life, and I am very very thankful that they are there for me. But there's a specific group of people that

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1106521910937983622005-01-23T17:57:00.000-05:002005-01-23T18:11:50.936-05:00

So last night was quite awesome. I survived the excursion out into the frosty coldness and bought what I needed. Froze like crazy, but I got the stuff done. While the original plan was to go out to dinner, the blizzardish thing that showed up yesterday kind of nixed that. So my reaction was, "Dinner party!" I was very warped Martha Stewart. it was great. I made a cake in Kate's breadmaker, and

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1106416983403620072005-01-22T13:55:00.000-05:002005-01-22T13:03:03.403-05:00

Time to rock out the name-check... First and foremost, a big 'ol happy birthday to The Brad. Woo hoo. Second and just as awesome, another happy birthday (AND MANY MORE, DAMMIT!) to Roe v. Wade. Rochester weather hath reared its ugly head (ewwwww), and it's now really freaking cold and very very snowy. Complete with forecasts of a foot of snow and lows in the single digits. And who is so

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1106022749330458002005-01-17T23:30:00.000-05:002005-01-17T23:32:29.330-05:00

My day, night, week, and month have ALL been made. WonderJess: oh dear god. you're the worst influence EVER. Thank you and goodnight, ladies and gentlemen.

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1106019982256940672005-01-17T22:33:00.000-05:002005-01-17T22:46:22.256-05:00

Well, my week really starts tomorrow. And it's tuesday tomorrow and I have no classes or commitments. craziness--i don't know if I can handle it! There have been a couple of really awesome things said and overheard the past few days, and I'm committing them to the interweb before they disappear from my brain. OVERHEARD "my baby sexed me retarded!" That just recieved a raising of eyebrows and a

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1105558818603393862005-01-12T14:12:00.000-05:002005-01-12T14:40:18.603-05:00

Well, I have returned to the (cold, rainy, wet) world of Rochester. I still don't know how I feel about this semester. I'm torn between utter and total enthusiasm and extreeeeeme apprehension. I just don't quite know what to make of it. I'm looking forward to finishing up my gradschool stuff, and my thesis. The class that I'm a recitation leader for looks interesting and easy, and I'm going to

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1105156291694147402005-01-07T22:45:00.000-05:002005-01-07T22:51:31.693-05:00

G'damn. An awesome couple of days, in which very little happened. I engaged in a whole bunch of laziness. I finished one more grad school app. Going to finish another one tomorrow (I sWEAR!). I have people coming to visit the first weekend of school, which rules a lot. And can we say that I will be a PAID legislative aide in the MASSACHUSETTS STATE SENATE this summer? 'Cause I will. Talked to my

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1104635216804387712005-01-01T22:01:00.000-05:002005-01-01T22:06:56.803-05:00

Well, the only way I think I can really do this is month-by-month, so here we go. I'll sum up everything at the end. January -AWESOME CT trip with Redhead. So effing much fun. God, I love the CT people, and I miss them bunches and bunches. -Drove back to Rochester with Allison. Rochester was cold n' snowy. Lots of friends were abroad. -Decided to pledge APO -Met Randy -Ran Swing Dance Lessons

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1104336754339406742004-12-29T11:03:00.000-05:002004-12-29T11:12:34.340-05:00

So we got some snow. *shrug* It's New England, what do you expect? Of course, all this snow came as my father and brother were attempting to fly to different places. My family will probably never travel by plane again, with BOTH my dad and my brother losing their luggage. Un-frickin'-believable. But for the next few days or so, it's me and my mom running the house. Which means "Do my bidding!"--

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1103852656335520782004-12-20T16:36:00.002-05:002004-12-23T20:44:16.336-05:00

So the past couple days have whupped a whole lot of butt, I must say. First off, I survived this semester with my solid academic standing intact (w00t), and have enjoyed being home a whole ton (though I've spent way too much time at Costco on errands). Yesterday ruled on several levels. First, I found a parking space on the second level of a crowded garage during rush hour. If that's not a sign

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1103694695414903202004-12-20T16:36:00.001-05:002004-12-22T00:51:35.413-05:00

OK, I'm not generally one to bitch n' moan about UR. I like it for the most part, and the inconveniences are generally not overwhelming. BUT. ACCESS can suck it. I mean, who shuts down their system for the week after finals--when everyone wants their damn grades?! When I click on "Get my grades," I really want it to say "Get my grades, BITCH!" I definitely say that in my head when clicking the

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1103579403877388072004-12-20T16:36:00.000-05:002004-12-20T16:50:03.876-05:00

Sorry to start this off on a bitter note, BUT: THINGS THAT DO NOT ROCK MY SOCKS 1. getting up at 5 AM 2. my plane getting stuck in a holding pattern for 45 minutes 3. an hour of friggin traffic on 93 south to get home 4. xmas shopping crowds 5. the fact that my house is frikkin freezing! Anyhow. Some things that DO rock my socks... 1. First two grades on access=As 2. getting home, finally 3.

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1103500133344215222004-12-19T18:32:00.000-05:002004-12-19T18:48:53.343-05:00

ganked from a friend's journal...anyone remember when we used to do this over e-mail, with the "reply all" function, and you ended up knowing way too much about your friends of friends? that was always fun. last car ride: coming back from kate's 21st birthday. damn, that was fun. last kiss: ITS center, saying goodbye last Kiss I enjoyed: that one wasn't bad...but there have been some more

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1103427711341360852004-12-18T22:25:00.000-05:002004-12-18T22:41:51.343-05:00

So I'm sitting here at the end of the semester, beer in hand, surrounded by books upon books upon books, stacks of papers, and lord knows what else. I just graded 117 finals. I can barely see straight. All I can think is "what the FUCK was that?" Flipping through my datebook, I'm totally shocked by what I crammed into my semester. I mean, really...I did a ton. I had a couple minor roadblocks, but

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1103257799761814512004-12-16T23:27:00.000-05:002004-12-16T23:29:59.760-05:00

standing between me and home, beeyotches... 1 sports info article hand in history paper (which is DONE! DONE, I SAY!) grade 117 finals fly! I can so live with this. Granted...there's plenty of stuff I *should* do. Thesis work, for example. Lots and lots of frickin' microfilm to read. Graduate schools...gotta get on that. BUT in exactly 33 minutes, my suitemate Kate turns 21. This requires a

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1103143948683886512004-12-15T15:49:00.000-05:002004-12-15T15:52:28.683-05:00

Calc exam is over. No idea how I did, but it's over, and that's all that matters. So one more thing gets crossed off the list. We can also cross off my tour shift and desk shift, because neither of them are happening, because the office is closed. Booyah. So, the revised list: 3 interviews 1 article 1 recruiting tour 1 thesis meeting 1 thesis rewrite 1.5 history papers 1 PSC 202 review session

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1103047387554829352004-12-14T13:01:00.000-05:002004-12-14T13:24:56.933-05:00

Between me and home, we have: 1 calculus final, 12:30-3:30 tomorrow, for which I have studied more than just about any other exam in recent memory and am still panicked about 1 thesis chapter rewrite, due Thursday at 1:15 that hasn't really been started yet (whoops) 1 History final exam, due Friday at 2 pm, of which I have completed 675 words out of 2000 or so and which is far less painful than

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