一飞: flights of fancy

HA!

2006-11-16T16:58:12Z

There's just something priceless about keepin' it short, sweet, and just plain sad.

Twenty-five? Twenty-five? Lulu, my thoughts are with you on this cold, blustery November morning.

...I swear to god I'll update properly once I get home and get some sleep. Interesting things are afoot, and by "interesting," I mean "more personal shite about me that I know you're all a-waitin' on with breath abated." Cuz I'm just so cool.

It's the Swedes, this time.

2006-11-13T23:59:46Z

This one's for you, annatekla. Explain this.

I <3 Reuters. XD

Anybody have any recs for spring semester classes? Anybody? Bueller?

So apparently today is Pocky Day.

2006-11-12T04:13:26Z

Although I guess they stole it from the Koreans. Gotta say, though---Pocky tastes a lot better than Pepero. Sorry, Steeny. I still love you!

Go on, people---have yourselves some chocolate cookie sticks and give that special somebody a hug. Just the hug, though. Not the Pocky. ^^

I'm not deliberately looking for this stuff, I swear!

2006-11-07T20:48:07Z

And I can't promise that this will be the last, either, because China's a pretty damn big country.

Cuz only the PRC could make a relatively mundane story absolutely bizarre by way of getting the natives involved to open their mouth for the obligatory interview.

Man, I hate it when people point at me, too. Maybe my parents were Jewish.

(And please, people, don't misconstrue that as anti-semetic, 'kay? First thing that popped into my head.)

Now---to put the finishing touches on this essay that's been gnawing at me for weeks.

I think they're just bored or something....

2006-11-06T19:32:36Z

I'm sorry if all y'all are tired of me plastering weird shit about the People's Republic all over my LJ, but I'm telling you---they just don't stop.

But, for good measure, here's a fun lil' tidbit about India. Read the last sentence in the article.

China, I think I'm happy to say, hasn't quite hit that giant maw in the road... yet.

...dear Christ.

I would laugh, but I'm not even surprised.

2006-10-30T22:40:05Z

Maybe Hitler was secretly Chinese?

...damn wacky white people.

And yes, this does explain a lot about me. Go on, somebody, say it. I know you're thinking it. -_-;;

Also---there's some LJ community that's being spotlighted that's called "Corrupted Wish"---you post a wish, the next person warps it and makes you wish it'd never entered your head, and then they post a new wish of their own. Problem is, apparently NOBODY in the community knows how to use the singular subjunctive. Oh god, I feel a killing spree coming on. I should post, "I wish I were less grammatically judgmental," and see what happens, except that coming into contact with that quality of grammar makes my backspace button hurt. Plus, I'd probably get flamed, because it's been scientifically proven that stupid people also have no sense of humor. Gah.

Well, I'm gonna go back to being brilliant and apathetic, I guess. Gosh, it's such a difficult life.

OMFGWHAT

2006-10-22T18:02:39Z

Words fail me.

Someone please help them. I---dear god. Please.

Courtesy of shadowmoonsedai. Thank you for this. Excuse me while I go cry in the bathtub. Please don't tell me they aired this on the telly.

Things I would rather be doing than working on homework [which I'm not, currently, obviously]:

2006-09-25T18:37:26Z

1. Lying in the sun.

2. Taking a nap in the sun.

3. Having a picnic.

4. Wandering around eating ice cream.

5. Making ice cream.

6. Smushing ice cream into people's faces. XD

7. Sleeping.

8. Oh, god, please, sleeping.

9. Updating... LJ? No, wait.

10. Listening to Alan Luo rap his metro little Asian head off.

11. Practicing the erhu.

12. Flying a kite.

13. Playing with my babies and letting Kisa crawl up my shirt.

14. Bra shopping!!! (FTW!)

15. Winning the lottery.

16. Reading Annika's psych book.

17. ...in the sun.

18. Being in the SUN, for the love of GOD.

19. Doing laundry (and my, does it need to be done).

20. Watching House.

21. ...watching House.

22. ...yeah.

23. Getting a haircut.

24. Getting a massage.

25. Mmm, massages.

26. Eating a tomato with lots of sugar.

27. Eating a Tianjin egg sandwich.

28. Or a Fruit Roll-Up.

29. ...crap, shouldn't have started on the eating.

30. WORKSHOPPING.

31. Playing 500.

32. Playing DDR.

33. Playing with a bucket of water and a spoon.

34. Talking with my mother (no, really).

35. Gardening.

36. Weeding.

37. Apple-picking.

38. Riding shotgun.

39. Finishing my earring holder.

40. ...conferencing?

41. ...conferencing.

42. "Dog, lion, aaand... mule for the rest of them."

43. Listening to Doris Kareva recite Estonian poetry.

44. Crying (She made me cry!).

45. Spinning cotton candy.

46. Reformatting my baby (my other baby).

47. Painting.

48. Feeding the crazy ducks down by the river.

49. Writing (ha ha).

50. ...lying in the sun, sleeping.

Fifty of one and half a century of the other. And negative infinity at the top of the list is not sleeping the way I wasn't sleeping last night....

Wow, China, you done make me right proud.

2006-09-21T16:58:37Z

::facepalm::

Go on and not snigger. I dare you.

The midterm was all right. Got some of the chronologies way wrong, but there were more than 2,000 years of history in that exam, and somebody and his whole imperial line was bound to disappear off the face of history somewhere. On that note, there are too many Chinese imperials named "Zhang" or "Zhuang" or "Zhou" or "Wang/Mang/Meng/Yang" or whatever. They need more Bobbies and Susies and Freddies. At least then I could keep them straight. -_-;;

Anyway, I definitely passed, so I don't care. (^_^)v

Now, if only I could go and pass out, too....

...whimper.

2006-09-20T03:08:33Z

So I've been up and running since 7 am, and since 7 am, I've attended six classes, scheduled three different doctor's appointments (different doctor-types, obviously), canceled my pre-law certificate, scheduled an appointment with my planning advisor, transferred a prescription, attended two Fellows meetings and one Teach for America meeting, eaten a fairly full meal, and did like 30+ pages of history meeting for my midterm on Thursday, which---I shit you not---nobody knew was Thursday. Yeah.

I just got home. And of course I update instead of dying on my bed, which, at this point, I'm not even sure I have the energy to do. -_-;;

I'm dropping a class; I absolutely cannot deal with seven classes in one semester. I've done 19 hours before, but not with freaking seven classes, and definitely not with ~14 kids to Fellow (we hope---I'm still not sure who's been moved to where yet). And definitely not with a senior thesis baring sharp pointy little teeth at me.

So Econ is getting the boot. Again. You'd think I would've learned something the first time I dropped this class. ::fistshake:: Before I graduate, I swear. Hell, I don't really have a choice.

In summary, IS is too damn confusing, and Chinese history is too long, and Chinese is too depressing, and my thesis is too intimidating, and African drumming is too... um, African, and it totally figures that the only classes that I'm really enjoying right now are the English classes. God I'm studying the wrong thing.

BUT!---KT Tunstall makes it all better. Especially KT Tunstall harmonizing with herself (seriously, go watch that). My god, the fangirl in me just fainted a little. Eye to the Telescope is not a brilliant album by any means---Tunstall's sense of lyricism is kind of non-existant---but her vocal conviction makes me hum inside. XD

Oh, and in other news, it is such a bad year to start getting interested in football, but I have to admit: football is, in fact, pretty damn interesting, and not in an eye-rolling sense, either. I was dragged yawning and stumbling to the Iowa/Iowa State game this past weekend, and yes, I screamed and kind of jumped up and down when we made that first touchdown. The telly does not do the sport any kind of justice, really.

On that note, go ponder the definition of "art" while I go pass out a little.

Frickin' Tuesdays.

2006-09-05T21:27:49Z

I'm LJing at the library---at the library, for the love of Christ---because I don't want to deal with hunting down fifty-thousand books for a senior thesis whose exact content I'm not even sure I really want to know about, much less spend a semester-plus researching (the Japanese are harmless until you let them in, and then BAM!---your panties are missing, and you've got natto dribbling down your face). Oh, IS, how I love thee... like face cancer. -_-

So yeah---new school year in, old school year out, I'm updating so the drunk rant won't be on top anymore, and if my mother's reading this---cheers, Mum, and I'll smoke you a kipper the next time me 'n' my peeps hit up the IC scene.

...seriously---if you ever run into my mother, congratulate her whole-heartedly on her "next big step" and see what happens.

...unless she is reading this, in which case---uh, yeah, I guess I've decided to stand up for creative expression and ruin my life via the Internet. o.O;;

...wait, does my mother have a sense of humor about things like this? o.O;;;;;;

Moving on. I'm taking seven classes this semester---SEVEN---and seriously, I'm bent over and taking it so hard up the fundament that it sort of makes me calm inside. I think I went to like maybe a third of my classes last week? Also, I caught the Plague of Death Disguised As Autumn Allergies the first week, and that was fun-happy. I think today's been the first day since I got back to campus that I'm not setting off nearby seismographs with the coughing and the spasming. Yatta?

So yeah---I have six classes on Tuesdays, two of which actually overlap by about twenty minutes (oops), and I don't get home until 8 pm and am usually dead and twitching by then. The good news is that I'm kind of starting to get a feel for the "international" part of my major (about freaking time, yo). The econ and the language and the lit and the music are all kind of coming together in this big conglomerate of poorly-organized yet freakishly-inspiring academia---I walk out of most of my classes kind of giddy and hyper and---grab the smelling salts---wanting to do my reading.

Or maybe that's just the dying gasps of summer talking. Cuz the weather today is breath-taking... one of those days that I almost feel like I should have Someone to thank for it. Seriously---Tuesdays this November will see me in tears; I will guarantee it.

That's your useless de-drunkifying update for the time; I really kind of need food right now. Living off-campus = bizarre food habits, and by "bizarre," I mean "controlled starvation via laziness." T_T

P.S. - I'm happy. ^____^

Oh DRUNK

2006-08-06T06:15:15Z

Oh fuck, nthat was Anna. annatekla. Um. FUck

I'm really DRUKN

i think I sppelled that wrong.

[Really fu king can't be bothered to hange it.

I'm in Minnesota, and Gwen Stefani is on iTunes, and really HATE her, (*welll, her music_, ut I'm in Anna's lap right now, and she's singbing in my ear, and it's FINE. Everything's FINE. XDXDXDXDXD

I LOVE EVERYONE. Especially my shit. I love my shit. Yeah.
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And -===

Yes, I love Anna TOO.

And all the rest of you that i"m troo tdrnk to remember===you know hwo you are. I love you too.

Christine, I know you'll be offended if I don't menioton you )and you even fu king READ LJ) so I'm mentioneing you.

And that is all.

Bacardi 151 is the shit, p[eope.

"B-A-N-A-N-A-S."

Gwen Stefani... yeah.

one_flight @ 2006-08-06T01:11:00

2006-08-06T06:11:36Z

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I have 回来ed!

2006-08-02T14:05:39Z

And did you miss me???

....

Crickets go, "What, were you gone?"

Talking bugs aside, China was awesome, and awesome, and Ten Heavenly Branches times Twelve Earthly Stems more awesome, and there were some things of 严肃 but many, many things of 惊喜 (both of which are words I learned this summer! XD). I have stories, and you can bet dollars to donuts that I'll get massively sick of telling them, so ask me fast, and preferably in a group, with dramatic lighting. Ish.

Also, my sleep cycle is sort of fucked-up (when you update your LJ at 7:30 in the morning instead of sleeping?, yeah). I don't usually jet-lag, mind you---so I blame annatekla and Ya-ya, and 惊喜. XD

Anyway, instead of blithering on about the trip in large chunks of mindless prose, I've chosen to blither about the trip in short snippets of attempted cleverness. That said, here's my version of China By The Numbers (and then some):

Number of LJ updates I did while gone: Er, 1. ::cough::

Degree of busy in China: rather

Reliability of the Internet in China: rather not

Number of birthdays had in China: 2!

Of which were mine: Well, duh.

Which means: I can legally imbibe!

...if I get an ID.

Anyway, number of days gone: 61

Number of hours spent on plane to get there: a little over 34

Number of hours spent on plane to get home: a little under 13

Amount of happy that this made everybody: a LOT

Number of pictures that I took: 319 (-ish, some are missing [that's a story])

Number of video clips that I took: 293 (again, -ish)

So, basically, I need a video camera: Yes.

Students on this trip: 13

Students that I liked on this trip: 12

And do we all know who #13 is?: Oh yes.

Amount of bad I feel for saying that: ...a bit, a bit.

Number of classes taken: 5 (counting 二胡)

Number of 二胡 songs learned: 3

And I use the term "learned" loosely: We never even learned our 二胡 teacher's name....

Times our 二胡 teacher played «赛马» for us: 2

Times his playing almost made me cry (for joy): 1

Times I cried on the day we left: 2

For a drippy Kleenex like me, this is not a bad number.

Sessions of class per day: 2-3

Sessions of class I skipped, total: 4

Reason being: death by food poisoning (3) and chronic exhaustion (1)

Popsicles that I ate to get said food poisoning: 1

Putrefied raisins that I ate in said popsicle: ~3

Pills that I took afterward because of stomach discomfort: 3

Time it took for condition to massively deteriorate after pills: 10 minutes

And did I honestly then suspect that I was a) allergic to Pepto-Bismol and Ibuprofen and/or b) a victim of intended poisoning?: ...yeah, kind of. A bit. Well, not really. Ish.

Toilets thrown up in: 2

Times thrown up: 6

Amount of death that followed: MASSIVE

And changing the subject---times I went out dancing: 3

Times I was fairly trashed and went out dancing: 3

Times I was fairly trashed, period:...um....

Times I got strung up on caffeine:...um....

Things that I am allowed to drink in the future, besides water: NOTHING

But!, number of times I got stomach issues in general: None! (^_^)v

Still, number of times I 坏了ed my arm: 1

坏了ed my leg: 2

My knee: 1 (and people have seen this bruise, which is still there, and it's been over a week [or two?])

My foot: 1

Number of times [by now] that I/we all have 坏了ed the Chinese language: Confucius weeps.

Moving on.

Songs that got horrendously over-karaoke-d on the trip: 3

Number of students who got their bikes stolen: 3

Number of times a local thought I was Japanese [at first]: 3

Number of times a local thought I was Korean [at first]: 2

Number of times a local didn't believe me when I said I was American: way too fucking many

Number of times the egg sandwich man alone asked me what "kind of" person I was: 4 or 5

Number of times I just gave up and claimed to be Chinese: 2

I mean, in general.

Degree to which the Chinese understand the "melting pot" concept: not very well

Things the locals mistook me for [instead of a student]: a tour guide, an interpreter, a tutor, a Chinese student majoring in English

Number of mosquito bites received during the whole trip: 138

Most bites in one night: 26, give or take

Is this more than what everybody else got, combined?: Yeah, probably. -_-

Is this list getting way too ridiculous and long?: A while ago.

And on that note, I'm running off to embrace the Facebook whore I've finally accepted myself to be. Yielding to temptation really is quite a good trick. Thank you, Mr. Wilde.

It's CHINA!!! XD

2006-06-06T08:43:14Z

...so of course I have to update my LJ. Yay for priorities, man.

Yes, I'm in China right now; we left for the Center Of The Universe last Wednesday, and omfg what a flight. Irony sniggers her lovely face into spasms. I'm sure I'll be telling this story a lot, so the summary here is that we ended up spending 34+ hours with our our asses in airplane seats, and I think I'd be better off taking a wooden bucket home, cuz then at least I could piss off the side of the vehicle.

We took off from Chicago an hour late or something---I dunno, I didn't sleep the night before for packing and fell asleep the second I got in the plane. What I'm told is that there were "mechanical difficulties," and we vegetated on the runway for about an hour before we finally took off. About seven, eight hours into the flight, the pilot comes on the PA and says that we're having some "difficulties with the toilet," and since he's sure that we can imagine how "this could be a problem," we've been diverted to the closest airport, which is in Anchorage, Alaska.

So the detour takes us two hours off-course, and we land, and we piss around on the runway (no pun intended) for about half an hour before one of the ground crew from the Anchorage airport comes on the PA and tells us that our pilots are overlogged, and they can't legally take us to Beijing. (Pilots are only allowed to be in the air for certain chunks of time; I think it's a safety measure, correct me if I'm wrong?) They've decided to stick us overnight in a hotel in Anchorage. This was early evening, I believe, and Anchorage was at 48 degrees and dropping. The warmest thing I'm wearing is a moldy-smelling airplane blanket.

After much swearing from all passengers and generally confused and frantic calls to relatives and contacts, the ground crew gets back on the PA and says that they believe that keeping us overnight is not the most "efficient option." Instead, they've decided to fly us back to San Francisco, where they'll switch out our entire crew and then fly us to Beijing.

The flight to The City takes 8 hours, and then after we get there, it's one in the morning, and freezing cold, and they won't let us out of the "holding area" (which is really nothing but a bunch of bolted-down chairs in a giant white room), and if we have to pee, please use the lavatory on the plane, thanks. These are the same lavatories that were having "difficulties" earlier, remember.

After sitting on our numb asses for an hour, they finally let us back on the plane, and then we got to Beijing relatively without incident.

Oh, and I found a tick in my hair (irony much, Anna?). I thought it was a big scalp scab until I pried it off finally and then it started running crawling toward my arm.

Oh, and according to one of the guys that was sitting near the difficult toilet, people had been shoving wads of tissues and used baby diapers down the hatch, and nobody had said anything to the attendants---they'd kept pissing and shitting on top of the wads, and everything had just kind of congealed into this mass of shit and piss and baby poo and nasty. Apparently as the ground crew was leaving, one of them told a flight attendant, "I wouldn't go back there if I were you. The carpeting and the floor are still sort of... squishy."

Three of the four rear toilets, this was.

Oh, and there was a screaming baby in the seat in front of me.

Moral of the story: Don't take United.

Pfft, that's all I have energy for. More fun stories later, I'm sure. Everybody thinks I'm Korean; one lady thought I was Japanese. Cuz apparently a Chinese person who can't speak Chinese is, like, y'know, really fuckin' weird.

From China, signing off.

Christine is taking her MCATs as of this writing; send her happy thoughts, please.

2006-04-22T15:59:18Z

In other news, despite not being very impressed with Silent Hill's scare factor, I had several violent nightmares last night, all consisting of mutated and decaying bodies staggering toward me in classic first-person-shooter fashion, and by the end of the third nightmare, I actually had to sit up out of bed and reorient myself. I shouldn't have gone to sleep so soon after watching the movie. Ugh.

Silent Hill was... gruesome. However, the scariest parts in the movie happened when the lead would trip over furniture---the loud noises made me jump. Otherwise, the movie didn't keep the tension level up very well, and I didn't find it all that impressive, either as a "scary" movie or a movie in general. Not a video game fan, so that might explain it (though Resident Evil was, in all fairness, a pretty kick-ass movie, and it had nothing to do with the game franchise). At any rate, not interested in seeing it again and wouldn't recommend others to see it, unless are avid fans of game. Sorry, Kang Li. ~_^;;

Also, I need to get out more, cuz sometimes new people are actually fun. ^_^

(How pretentious, eh?)

If this weekend's plans go as, well, planned, by next Thursday, I shall have written (in the span of seven days) two term papers, two normal papers, a scholarship essay, eleven WF responses, and revised a portfolio. That should be forty-four pieces of paper (the eleven should be single-spaced), plus god-knows-how-many for the portfolio. I guess April 27th is the new April 20th (although I did actually get a shitton of work done by the 20th, just not all of it).

Then, this afternoon, I have to go play a traditional Chinese wife who's getting cheated on with a feisty girlfriend and, er, the best buddy, who's a guy. The homosexuality is implied, of course---Tsai Laoshi edited the script. Sigh. Extra credit is extra credit, though, so ganbatte me!

Adventures in the land of linguistics and foreign language

2006-04-21T23:34:27Z

"Somebody asked why we don't have labialdental stops---because at the age of two, you would probably have no lip. I mean, [makes noise] FUH. FUH." ~ Ivan, linguistics TA

"mmm is always voiced. Well, there's an unvoiced mmm in Swedish, but it sounds like... nothing." ~ Ivan

"It's 知足常乐, not 吃醋常乐!! 我的妈呀, enunciate!!" ~ Tsai Laoshi, on our skit this Saturday [She was talking to me, but in all fairness, I was laughing my face off, so it probably sounded like I was saying 吃醋 instead of 知足.]

(Translator's note: The original saying is "One is always happy if content with one's lot." The mispronunciation turns it into "One is always happy if one eats vinegar." "To eat vinegar" actually is colloquial for "being jealous of a rival (in romantic affairs).")

"子供の時、両親ににんぎょうを食べさせら---wait, no...." ~ me

(Transaltor's note: The grammar pattern is "to have been made by [my parents] to do something." I was supposed to say, "When I was a child, I was made by my parents to eat carrots," but what I ended up saying was, "When I was a child, I was made by my parents to eat people.")

And now, I am going to see Silent Hill. W00t! I hate scary movies but like watching them. (^_^)v

Yes, a tornado hit Iowa City last night, it's true.

2006-04-14T19:07:14Z

No, nobody's really hurt.

I saw the lightning, heard the "classic train whistle noise," went to a basement, lights flickered, nothing happened. I was lucky.

Hope nobody was too put out by the storm. But hey, canceled classes are always nice.

This is the "offical" UIowa website response. Check out the photo gallery. Pretty crazy shit went down last night. There's a picture of a drainpipe dangling from a tree that I find really funny, for some reason.

Here's a bunch of news articles covering the storm. I like their photo gallery better than UI's.

The DI has more pics, but you have to register. Shrug.

In other news, one of the guys that I'm going to China with is a douche. We just had a group meeting today, and he's a grad student, married to some Asian-looking lady (I'm assuming married), and thinks he knows fucking everything. Every other sentence started with "I/We [gesture to woman at his side] went there before, and BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH."

Hey, I was born there, kiddo, and most of my family lives there, and I've been there before, too, but do you see me being a douche about it, hmm?

Met a very cool girl on my floor who's also going. Never seen her before in my life, though she looks familiar. I'm so anti-social.

Oh, and to further prove that I am, in fact, a horrible, horrible human being---

2006-04-12T22:22:04Z

Ask Christine how hard I laughed

Plop!

Hee hee hee hee hee...! XD!

Props Pete for the link. ^^

For those of you who missed it last year....

2006-04-12T20:59:06Z

...here is Lucy's Little Song, in all its potty-mouthed, springtime glory:

[to the tune of "Frölicher Landmann", by Schumann, Op. 68 No. 10]

It's spring!
It's spring!
I want to jump and sing!
And laugh and play and skip and do most everything!

But no---
Alas---
I have to go to class,
And this coursework is so dumb that it gives me gas.

Yo prof,
Hey dude,
When is that paper due? ("NOW.")

Oh no!
Oh shit!
Well, there's no helping it---
I'll have to drink some coffee and just BS it.

This all
Is crap
I'm gonna take a nap. (Right.)

I bitch,
I cry,
I'm gonna fuckin' die....
I can't think of a way to get this verse to rhyme.

~ fin ~

[Lyrics slightly altered to more accurately reflect current circumstances. ^_^]

A midi stream of this little piano gem can be found here, at the top of the page. Or, for those of you who want to put it on repeat and slowly melt your brains in Schumann's bouncing chords of joy, you can download the midi here. YSI didn't like the umlaut over the "o" in frölicher, so I guess it renamed it. Shrug.

Plans are in place to release a single, with never-before-heard track "Ode to Two Stressed-Out Asian Girls in Currier S108, Circa SP06," done in the style of John Cage. Any actual screaming and freaking out heard around the title location around the title time may or may not be incidental.

April 20th, boys and girls. That is the day of reckoning (funny how there seems to be several such days every semester---maybe God has a short attention span), and if I can live past April 20th, I can... uh, well, go to China. Which is good.

Steeny's MCATs are the 22nd, by the way. Pray for both of us, cuz there's gonna be a lot of death happening around here. -_-;;

But anyway!---enjoy the beautiful weather, kids! And for those of you who aren't havin' any, don't worry---it'll get there. ^_^

MAMMA MIA!!!! XD!!!!

2006-04-10T04:29:06Z

Oh my freakin' GOD.

I forgot how much I die in ABBA love.

Love love love love love.

Die die die die die.

Die squealing and clapping my hands and flailing around center balcony front row, looking like an idiot and not caring a whit, because ABBA is LOVE and Mamma Mia is LOVE, and musicals are LOVE, and man my nine-year-old sister should not have seen OR heard some of those things they did on stage, because um. o.O;;

Japanese test? What Japanese test? I'm going to listen to ABBA all night and sleep with visions of sparkling disco outfits grooving through my head.

Thank you, Hancher. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Look, here's a mouse, with a flipchart....

2006-04-06T08:17:20Z

I was going to do the Japanese lab manual early, since I'm skipping class Friday to go see Dar.

::insert obligatory Dar cheering here::

BUT. The fucking FILES on fucking ICON won't fucking LOAD, fucking fuckity fucking fuck.

...ness.

So I guess this means that I have to hustle my ass to the LMC right after my linguistics exam (and, for the record, if I do not 0WNZ that test tomorrow, I need to be shot, because I studied my FACE off, and the only reason that I can think of that I do not ownz is if he puts fucking Bukiyip on the test, because I'm sorry, but that is NOT a language, and if it is, all y'all Papua New Guineaers are funny in the brain), and---what, okay, lost my train of thought.

The question is, can I get through nine pages of a Japanese listening tape in what will probably be less than two hours?

...mmmmaybe. It'll be tight, though. And the last thing I want tomorrow is rushing. I haven't packed or anything.

I'm actually tempted to stay up all night and listen to Dar music, but if I'm tired for the concert tomorrow, Anna will either kill me or make bleeding-to-death-deer eyes at me, which means I'm fucked either way. Also, I'm so exasperated with the lack of ICON function that I think I'm just gonna go to bed peeved.

Peeved. I like that word. Peeved peeved peeved.

...okay, so, probably the bed is a good idea.

BWA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA! XD!!!!

2006-03-29T15:57:00Z

Take that, creatures of 3v1L!

Take THAT, Taiwan!

For those of you who are Taiwanese or know Taiwanese people, I'm... half-assedly sorry. Look---I'm 大陆 born and bred, and it's been brought to my attention many times that I'm a "racist bitch." I don't really care. I don't go around physically hating on Taiwan, and most people are educated enough to roll their eyes and ignore me when I go off on a rant. I know quite a few Taiwanese who are fine, decent individuals, and all the best Mandarin-based music comes from Taiwan, no contest.

But still---I gloat. And my stubborn blood inheritance rears its head once more.

Non omnis moriar, yo.

2006-03-23T22:16:59Z

Now that I've killed my Latin teacher (I <3 you, Mr. Burr!), I've been up since 6:30 am, and I've taken a shower, eaten a full meal, called four separate department offices and got chewed out by a department chair, had a hysterical crying fit, written a 400+ word Chinese composition on the nature of happiness (trust me, that's a fuck of a lot of words for a comp in Chinese, at least for me), hacked my way through a Japanese speaking test, read half of a book for a midterm in Chinese lit, gabbled aimlessly through said midterm, picked up the mail, and drank some water.

And it's only a little after 4 pm.

I'm done with classes for the day, and---what luck!---have no classes tomorrow.

Now to deal with the Chinese lit paper that's overdue, the other Chinese paper I owe the same woman, that other late term paper, the as-of-yet-still-not-turned-in portfolio, two different scholarship apps, and having to pee.

But for the moment... I am going to rest.

Because for today, I deserve it.

A moment of clarity

2006-03-22T01:43:10Z

Epiphanic, I tell you. Epiphanic.

The process was ridiculously complicated, but in the end, I have found an explanation for my behavior of the last three years. As it sits now, it's only a tentative theory, but I've been mulling it, and it makes unbelievable sense from every angle. It's also stupidly simple. Thank you, Ockham.

And the explanation?

I am Tired.

That's it. In the most literal, simple, profound sense... I am Tired.

So now the question is....

Now that I know, what do I do next?

In other news, the Honors listserv included this little gem in their email today:

For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remember'd is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

~Algernon Charles Swinburne, from "Atalanta in Calydon"

Happy spring, everyone... and here's hoping that it stays.