tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50968742011-04-21T23:17:47.032-04:00differentiating myself from a doormat every dayEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag: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!"--

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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

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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

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1102864724758179642004-12-12T10:16:00.000-05:002004-12-12T10:18:44.756-05:00

IM conversation...or less a conversation than a set of messages recieved last night. drunk person: i wicked drfunkeddd drunk person: i got wicked drufuckedd drunk person: too drunk to be funny drunk person: : i sleep now till death me: hrm. shit. death. all this happened at approximately 3:30 am.

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1102826722122322742004-12-11T23:29:00.000-05:002004-12-11T23:45:22.123-05:00

Oh, sweet jesus. what a day. My day, you must understand, started out kick-ass. I was well slept, warm and cozy, and well-accompanied. I saw Garden State, had wine with friends last night, and had delightful conversation punctuated by many moments of pleasant randomness (including re-enactments of the final scenes of "lost in translation"...ask for details; the story doesn't translate into the

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1102653512057631102004-12-09T23:31:00.000-05:002004-12-09T23:38:32.056-05:00

The awesome, even in the midst of finals hell, continues. Good things happen as I head to lead recitations. I always run into someone fun. As I strolled through the tunnels to lead my LAST (YAY) recitation of the semester, I ran into Sethy-Poo. Sethy-Poo is my boy from way back last semester, when we pledged APO together. And he's always a laugh riot. So I see him in the hall, and he's looking a

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1102617991198790792004-12-09T13:40:00.000-05:002004-12-09T13:49:32.946-05:00

I'm a big foodie. I like making food, I like eating food. So I'm a big fan of the New York Times Dining and Wine section. And they had this today, and I really really want to make it. it's guinness, it's chocolate, it's cake...it's heaven.but I don't have an oven. or the time. maybe over break. I also found this website yesterday, and it's kind of scarily accurate. I absolutely MUST make risotto

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1102571701763315122004-12-09T00:44:00.000-05:002004-12-09T00:55:01.763-05:00

Direct quote from the Brad, in the midst of Calculus studying (which is what we do these days): "We should go someplace not Carlson and play strip flashcards." Ladies and gentlemen...my boyfriend. In other news, school=my life. That's about it. Tonight is start short paper and get personal statements ready to go. Tomorrow is film and recitation. Weekend is calc and papering. And thesising.

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1102441138928845032004-12-07T13:36:00.000-05:002004-12-07T12:38:58.926-05:00

So I'm hanging out, working chez admissions as I am wont to do on Tuesdays from 12-2. Handling the crazy parents and whatnot. This is a really fun office to work in, I'm quite fond of it. The personalities around here are really fun. But personality should have limits. I say this because the Admissions office has gotten into the holiday spirit a BIT too much. As in there is a large, inflatable

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1102320819915039332004-12-06T02:55:00.000-05:002004-12-06T03:13:39.916-05:00

Quick thing: I just submitted my first grad school application. Hot damn, it's on now! OK, Boar's Head Dinner (AKA my MOST FAVORITE UR TRADITION!) this year was...interesting. Good, but interesting. First off was my table. I sat with WonderJess and JeffyPoo...and Thesis Advisor. WJ basically threatened my health, well being, and feminist credentials if I didn't sit with them. It worked out well,

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1102225059061323582004-12-05T00:40:00.000-05:002004-12-05T00:37:39.060-05:00

I slept past noon today for the first time in freaking forever. Though it occurred on a day when it probably shouldn't have, given the amount of crap standing between me and December 15, I don't much care. It was worth it. Working on my history transcription is pretty mindless, so it allowed me some time to think. Despite the craziness I have going on right now, I'm actually feeling somewhat...

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1102093549043471462004-12-03T13:03:00.000-05:002004-12-03T12:05:49.043-05:00

OK, so I have a usual microfilm reader in the library. Yes, I'm a dork. I'm not sitting at MY microfilm reader. Why? Because Richard Fenno is sitting there. I just had a Fenno sighting in the library. weeeee! back to your regularly scheduled fun and excitement...

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1101794993552133322004-11-30T01:00:00.000-05:002004-11-30T01:09:53.553-05:00

I miss dancing. Most specifically, I miss connection--that feeling of hand-in-hand and hand-on-back that communcates so much. I miss swiveling. I used to dance with such unmitigated joy, reveling in that feeling of direction. It always fascinated me that I could turn off my brain in part and listen really really closely to what was communicated in that way. And that I could translate that

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1101791682588527142004-11-29T23:57:00.000-05:002004-11-30T00:14:43.193-05:00

I survived the last two hours of the trip and crashing at BK's place pretty much intact. Got in at 8:30 this AM, wrote short paper, went to classes, engaged in randomness. Crossed several things off my To-Do list tonight. Finished revising my CV, finished a grad school app, requested transcripts. The webwork is what is called "done enough". If I'm amazingly motivated when I get back to my pad, I

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1101699321807762662004-11-28T22:38:00.000-05:002004-11-28T22:35:21.806-05:00

Dateline: Utica, NY. What am I doing in Utica, you ask? Well, I am eating nachos and waiting for dinner. On my way back to Rochester--a journey which will continue tomorrow. Well, I had what ultimately became a really freaking good thanksgiving break. Chilled with family, got work done (!), and recharged my extreeeeeeemely drained batteries. Highlights since last we met: Highlight #1: Wednesday

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1101270663457696652004-11-23T23:06:00.001-05:002004-11-23T23:31:03.456-05:00

and I forgot to add... 62. kiesh 63. magner's cider 64. crazy entertaining tourists 65. good beer waiting for me upon my arrival home! 66. STUMP trivia quiz nights

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1101270234811077282004-11-23T23:06:00.000-05:002004-11-23T23:29:32.646-05:00

So after a long bus ride that was blissfully uneventful, I arrived in the Hub of the Universe. God damn, I have missed this place, more than I realized. Things have changed, but more things have stayed the same. I had pizza in the north end, I rode the T, I went to Bob Slate and I knocked back a couple pints. Yes, I am in my place. It's amazing--the feeling of the cobblestones under my feet, the

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1101166550177969892004-11-22T18:11:00.000-05:002004-11-22T18:35:50.176-05:00

56. mix cds 57. QuickMath 58. clean laundry 59. my cordoroy blazer 60. thanks-freaking-giving break. and number 60 is what I'm starting RIGHT NOW, with a #56 to keep me company, a bunch of #58 in my suitcase, and wearing #59. yes, I am on my turkey day break, after one of those days that just makes me feel like the female equivalent to Charlie Brown. Between coughing, missing my alarm, botched

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1101094606449151502004-11-21T22:35:00.000-05:002004-11-21T22:36:46.450-05:00

51. Katie Fry 52. Advil Cold and Sinus 53. eCopy Desktop 54. Interlibrary Loan 55. They Might Be Giants

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blatantly stolen from WonderJess...in a world gone mad, it's often a good thing to sit down and remember that we really and truly are surrounded by awesomeness. today was the day of jubilee...now I'm back at my microfilm reader. woot. 1. my datebook 2. my iBook 3. West Wing 4. John Cusack 5. Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout 6. New England Beers 7. Amy 8. Zach 9. my suitemates 10. Brad 11. Richard

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1100925999557025462004-11-19T23:40:00.000-05:002004-11-19T23:46:39.556-05:00

Honestly, this is starting to freak me out. So, if you read the previous post, you will notice that I was invited to a faculty tea by two of the kids in my recitation. Fine, whatever. So, I'm at the basketball games tonight, and I run into Thesis Advisor--who, incidentally, is also the prof that I TA for. So in the context of giving a nice little research update, I mention that I was invited to

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1100890721477285642004-11-19T13:50:00.000-05:002004-11-19T13:58:41.476-05:00

Man, I love the hour long snippets of awesomerandomness that make up my life. It's this fantastic rollercoaster of absurdity, and I don't think I'd want it any other way. Take yesterday, for example. For a day where I have no classes, I sure manage to get a whole lot of nonsense crammed in. Discovered that I still have time to work on my grad school apps, as the earliest deadline is now Dec. 15.

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1100803447243800062004-11-18T13:23:00.000-05:002004-11-18T13:44:07.243-05:00

So I work in the admissions office at this here fine institution of higher learning. Actually, I'm working here right now.And good lord, things have changed since I was in high school. The parents are crazier, and pushier, and a lot more freaked out than I was once upon a time. Or maybe it's a function of the fact that while I knew that college was going to be an improvement over high school, I

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1100752884231486402004-11-17T23:20:00.000-05:002004-11-17T23:41:24.230-05:00

Yeah. Being a poli sci major is real cool. (and it's POLI sci, not POLY sci! get it right!) Tonight was devoted to knocking off the beginning of a reel of microfilm and going to my voting seminar. The following occurred immediately prior to the beginning of said class. WonderJess and I went to get some water from the lounge. As I fill my cup, I turn around to find WJ PETTING the photo of the late

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Super Awesome thing from today: My calc professor actually wrote "Let's Think" on the board. 'Twas quite amusing. I made out a to-do list today. Almost keeled over with how long it is. And so instead of actually completing a couple items on it, I'm posting to this. Yeah, I'm really logical. Between tonight and tomorrow I have to do (or really should do) the following: Code a roll of microfilm (

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Per Jess' request, a moment of awkwardness, brought to us by my thesis advisor. After a delightful (note sarcasm) meeting about my senior honors project, which has become more or less the bane of my existence, he grabs a HUGE (size of a small bag of coffee, here--at least a half pound) of raisins, and says, "Do you like raisins?" Well, yes, I do in fact like raisins. So I end up with a large bag

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Alright, time to get back into this. Well, this bad boy has been left dormant for over a year, and I realized that I kinda miss posting to it. so I have returned. Suffice it to say that the past year has rocked and sucked alternately, with the balance coming out in favor of "rocked". And now I'm a senior in college. Scary stuff. I am currently in the process of applying to graduate school and

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I have Nutella! YAY! OK, so yet again a huge chunk of time passes without me updating. Most of the people who read this are people I see almost every day, so I'm not that worried about it. School has finally hit a bit of a rhythm. I'm at a point where I can say with reasonable confidence that I can, indeed, handle it. Helps that I like my classes this semester. If I didn't like any of them I'd

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In the craziness of the past week, I have certainly neglected updating this. Sorry, folks. But I have seen/run into many of the folks that read my little slice of the internet, and have been surprised at how up to date they are with regard to my life. I am actually updating from my friend Sam's computer (see link to his blog at right). Thanks, Sam. I am at his computer because I am waiting for

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Blogger ate my last post. Boo. But anyhow... This week has kicked ass. It's been awesome to hang out with my friends and just have fun without classes and whatnot. Well, there was plenty of whatnot this week but we won't go into that. It's over, it's done with...and classes start tomorrow. WOO! I had a wonderful and NEEDED conversation with my dear friend Koko last night. She is so fantabulous

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Well, I am all moved in and more or less squared away. I still have some unpacking and arranging to do, but my room is currently quite livable. The return to school has been nice, it's great seeing all my friends and getting caught up. Of course, my ID doesn't work yet so I'm very dependent on my friends to get in and out of buildings! Hopefully that will get taken care of soon. I have some

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1061383735941503972003-08-20T08:48:00.000-04:002003-08-20T08:48:55.816-04:00

Heading back to school this weekend. Yay for that. While home has been nice, I'm looking forward to the ever-so-convenient social life that I have at school. Today is my last day as a Congressional intern. Tomorrow I become a campaign volunteer, which should be fun. Kinda started packing last night. Finished most of my school shopping--I can get everything else in Racha. I even have coordinated

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1060799678145883332003-08-13T14:34:00.000-04:002003-08-13T14:39:23.936-04:00

Huzzah! I have returned from San Diego, and while I am not nearly as tanned as I would like, it was a good time and I think that the change of scenery did me a world of good. Now I'm housesitting until next week, so it's me and Tuva. Rock. Annnnnywho...the trip. Flew in early Thursday morning from Providence. Sat with my parents...at least I know how crazy they are. Read a bit, dozed a bit. I

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-1059963489625901652003-08-03T22:18:00.000-04:002003-08-03T22:18:09.600-04:00

Sorry I haven't been as good about updating as of late. It's been a weird couple of days. Work has gone from being totally kickass to somewhat sucky, beginning with the verbal abuse I recieved from a particularly unhinged customer on Friday. This had the effect of making me much more timid in my interpersonal interactions and putting me on edge. Then there was inventory, which was never fun. But

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Added a link for Tall Matt's blog. He's a cool guy and lovely dancer. stupid bug bites on my feet are bothering the hell out of me. off to the doc again tomorrow AM...fun fun fun and joy joy joy! closing tonight was relatively painless. Managed to not kill any customers. go me!

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Just a note...I'm very proud of myself because I changed my format and I added links. Go me! Anyhow, you should look at all my lovely links. Because they're cool. If you think you're my friend and you have a webpage you want me to show off to the world, lemme know. reading and bed time. yay!

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Some mental inventory I have been doing: GOOD THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED SINCE JUSTIN AND I BROKE UP -I am back down to 135. Partially this is due to being sick. Partially this is because I'm not eating fancy dinners very often. I also have this desire to spite people..."LOOK AT MY HOTNESS! LOOK AT WHAT YOU ARE MISSING!" This carries the side benefit of making me attractive to future suitors. Yay.

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Hack, hack, gag, gag. I'm sick. No, really! It appears that I have the telltale signs of bronchitis. So it's not all in my head. *raises arms in triumph* So I didn't go to work today and I have tomorrow off so I'm hopefully going to recover and be healthy very very soon. In happier news, I had curry fries last night. YAAAAAY curry fries. For the uninitiated, this is a dish from Ireland

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People are actually reading this, based on the reactions I've gotten to the news of me and Justin splitting up. So hi, readers! *cheery wave* I have gotten many exclamations of "NOOOO!" and many offers of shoulders to cry on, and I appreciate both. Dnacing (well, I didn't dance much, but I was at a dance) last night was good. I was social, I chatted, I IHOPed. It was a good time. I haven't been

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Mailed crap back to Justin Monday. Felt good. Went to the doctor Tuesday. Should get results soon. Find out why I'm still sick. I've decided that I want Tyler Hamilton. I'm sorry. I really want to be with a guy who can ride hundreds upon hundreds of km with a broken collarbone, win a Tour de France stage, AND be a total class act when it comes to respecting the Maillot Jaune and telling others (

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La la laaaaa.... Yet another day over and done with. Big fan of my schedule today--no opening, no closing. Definitely a good thing. I haven't been feeling well lately, and I think it's from a variety of factors, not all of them neccessarily biological. When I got home from dancing Friday night, I ended up fainting. I generally don't faint, and since then I have felt really sluggish and my mother

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Ah, life as a single girl. Well, I'm still getting used to that. I feel like I have to remind myself of that pretty often. I haven't spoken to Justin since Sunday. Almost a week. It's the longest I've gone without actually speaking to him since we started dating. I e-mailed him to cut off contact. I still have to mail some of his things back to him, and I actually e-mailed his grandfather with an

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Well, I haven't updated in a very long time. Apologies. This will have to be quick so I can kick it to work up in Avon. Major things: -The boy and I have broken up. It sucks, it hurts, I'm still getting over it. It took me more than a week to change my status on Friendster to "single". Couldn't cope with having it another way. And it's absolutely amazing how much CRAP a relationship accumulates

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I really have to work on this whole "keeping up with my life thing". The past couple days have been a whirlwind of meetings, missed meetings, dinners, luncheons and assorted whatnot, and by last night I was sick of it. So I hopped off campus with my book and some cash, caught a flick at the Little, and spent a couple hours at SPOT engrossed in "The Success of India's Democracy" or more accurately

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Yo yo yo homeslices. Yeah, I've been delinquent in the whole 'updating' thing. So sue me. It's been some insanity lately--that whole 4 midterms/major paper/dance show/flu thing was happening the last couple weeks. So that's where I've been. Roadtrip to Ithaca last night was fun. Very random and had lovely dances. And not to toot my own horn or anything, but I won two awards from the school. I

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-922446332003-04-08T17:05:00.000-04:002003-04-08T17:05:11.936-04:00

Strange things that happened today: -I got the course I wanted -Prof. Stanley called me a "fink" -Same professor also showed us the "Cow Dog" song from Sesame Street. In class. And told us yet again that we "really need to watch more television". I have felt very weird and out of sync today...not good or bad, just like...something's up. A foot is going to drop soon...and probably right on my

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A couple notes to catch things up. I have been obscenely busy in the name of academic success and otherwise, and have neglected my little part of the web signifigantly. Time with boyfriend past two weekends? Very very good and very much needed. Lots of schoolwork and reading, still waiting to hear on some summer stuff. Yay. Got offered a job with the Rox, still haven't responded. I may try and

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Sheee-it, man. Good lord in heaven, I have seen the light and it takes the form of a rather portly man by the name of Michael Moore. I just saw him speak, and for the first time in a very long time I feel absolutely proud and emboldened to be a lefty, pinko, crazy liberal chick. And it feels gooooooooood. I didn't agree with every word he had to say, but the big gist of it was that there is power

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Ah, back at school. At least the weather is pretty nice. Looks like the temperature will actually be pretty high today. Which would be nice. I really slacked (which I needed to do) over break. It was really nice, but I have to: Finish Good Wives Read 230 pgs for Conflict in Democracies Write my first draft of my Southern Politics research paper (eep!) this week. Next week is worse, and then the

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Me likey the lindy hop. It is SO freaking good to be home. Beyond wonderful. My parents have been so hard-core awesome--just plain being cool, cooking good food, chilling, buying me clothes and books. They rock, man. And then Sat. was good 'ol ZEN!!!'s "Quarter-Life Crisis Rave". Got to see some lindy-folk, get my groove on a bit with the birthday boy (who has anointed me his kid sister, hee),

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Oh, boo. Just not a good afternoon/evening. People not being direct peeves me. Be a friend or be an asshole. Take your pick. And then the boy can't come tomorrow. After two weeks of having that promise, that momentum in my back pocket...gone. And it's not his fault...but I'm so freaking tired of all this! It sucks--I just want something to go right, consistently. My ability to cope is slowly

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Good morning, world. The boy had to leave this morning. Made me sad, though I was happy he could stay until this morning. That was nice. Now my bed smells like him, which is always a pleasant reminder. It was a good weekend. A needed weekend. We talked (which we needed), we cuddled, we ate well (Old Toad AND Thai food, does life get any better?). Sometimes he hogs the bed but he's so darn

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-897950232003-02-26T16:19:00.000-05:002003-02-26T16:19:41.013-05:00

bwah...last night sucked. Stupid long distance BS! I know absolutely that things will be better almost instantaneously once I can actually see the boy and touch him and have him here. But for some reason that really pissy part of my psyche for which nothing is ever good enough has decided to take over and run my life whenever I talk to Justin. And it sucks, because I know and I feel better. I

Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09640818597482285141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096874.post-896492472003-02-24T11:14:00.000-05:002003-02-24T11:14:51.856-05:00

Ah, second semester in Racha. We had a really nice spell with beautiful weather, but of course that has gone the way of the dodo and our cold, snowy climate has returned. What a weekend...Courtside as we whupped Wash U. It's really fun to beat the number-one team in the country. Twice in one day, even. And dance went well aside from the one person who pretty classically just doesn't get it, shows

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