Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
In the airport
Here's a list of weird stuff about my new dwelling place. I'll update this when I discover/think of more.
In no particular order:
1) minivans and cars with a sign on it that says school bus.
2) Wicked Intrusive R
3) Dunkies is a name for Dunkin' Donuts
4) No air conditioning
5) Au Bon Pain but no Chick-Fil-A
6) sales tax is like 6.25% but not on everything.
7) maybe 5 people wear Rainbows/ know what rainbows are without being shown
8) flavored seltzer water
9) No free wireless internet in the airport
10) empty streets on Sunday mornings
11) No Bojangles
12) The emergency lane used as an actual lane for driving in?!
13) One anti-Obama bumper sticker sighting
14) Putting your hat/scarf/gloves into your jacket sleeve when you go inside
In no particular order:
1) minivans and cars with a sign on it that says school bus.
2) Wicked Intrusive R
3) Dunkies is a name for Dunkin' Donuts
4) No air conditioning
5) Au Bon Pain but no Chick-Fil-A
6) sales tax is like 6.25% but not on everything.
7) maybe 5 people wear Rainbows/ know what rainbows are without being shown
8) flavored seltzer water
9) No free wireless internet in the airport
10) empty streets on Sunday mornings
11) No Bojangles
12) The emergency lane used as an actual lane for driving in?!
13) One anti-Obama bumper sticker sighting
14) Putting your hat/scarf/gloves into your jacket sleeve when you go inside
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
A preview of a blog to come=]
I did some math while working on my English paper. Out of 3 of the most commonly used Bibles, the average number of times the word "love" occurs is422. the word "hate"? 87.
Monday, August 31, 2009
I think I killed our scanner.
Shame on me for wanting a higher quality than 72 dpi.
Man. I'm gonna miss the library's scanner. =[
I attempted to write in my journal... this is what I got. (excuse the lousy scan job... thank you all in one...)
Man. I'm gonna miss the library's scanner. =[
I attempted to write in my journal... this is what I got. (excuse the lousy scan job... thank you all in one...)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Let's get spacy.
Today my facebook status was:
MY NAME drinking earl gray, burning frankincense, and making a fairy costume and vegetable jewelry.
And a woman who I love very much who I call Tromma said: I think that is the most Elizabeth-esque status you could ever write.
And I agree. Although If i had added "while singing newsboys" it might have been the MOSTEST.
The new Govies started moving in today. I'm going on Friday. YES.
Today at Lowe's, while we were awaiting approval for our military discoutn, this older man comes up to me and tells me to stop texting because I had been on my phone since he saw me 15 minutes ago. I inform him that I am texting my roommate that lives in NH. He then started to talk about how that would be the Civil War all over again...something about how a Yankee can't move to the south and move back up north for some reason... He asked me if I was at Winthrop and I said "No, actually I'm going to Boston." He looked away for a moment, in utter defeat. He couldn't understand why I would want to move to Yankee-land. I told him I was going to go to App State but they wouldn't give me a penny of scholarship money...As we were walking at the man comes up to my mom and says "Have you got the funeral arrangements made?" and my mom says "no" and he responds with "Well I have a pistol in my truck. We can shoot her now for treason and deserting the south. I need some target practice!" Let it be known that this was all said in good jest.
He then congradulated me on being able to go to school and told me good luck.
<--I should have told him about this book I got on an adventure I went on a few weeks ago. It's pretty funny. especially since it was written in the 80's.
I'm making jewelry. Lots of it. Veggies. they are really cute.
I made a fairy costume today. I'm going to wear converses with it.
I have stitches in my back. that's a funny story. My twitter from that day:
mytwittername the dermatologist put stitches in me and put me in stitches. I'm hysterical.
I got spongebob bandaids that glow in the dark for my stitches. I can't see the glow in the dark part since they are on my back, but knowing they glow in the dark makes me feel better.
I'm going to the convent tomorrow to celebrate my friends who are going far far away from me for their novitiate. I will miss them.
I got new glasses. they are red.
I've been painting my nails so I don't bite them. Then I realized I can't play the guitar as well. Bye bye nails! yay!! I hate long nails. AKA a normal person's regular nail length.
My brother comes home soon.
My friends are leaving/left today for college.
I leave for college soon. I'm excited. I love my English class syllabus. If all goes well, it will be a great class. not as good as AP lit though. Nothing beats Wonderwoman.
My room is getting a makeover and we are getting all of my furniture from Ikea. I FREAKING LOVE IKEA.
I want a bike in Boston. really badly.
I also found this on google:
I would like this too!
I like this
post secret.
MY NAME drinking earl gray, burning frankincense, and making a fairy costume and vegetable jewelry.
And a woman who I love very much who I call Tromma said: I think that is the most Elizabeth-esque status you could ever write.
And I agree. Although If i had added "while singing newsboys" it might have been the MOSTEST.
The new Govies started moving in today. I'm going on Friday. YES.
Today at Lowe's, while we were awaiting approval for our military discoutn, this older man comes up to me and tells me to stop texting because I had been on my phone since he saw me 15 minutes ago. I inform him that I am texting my roommate that lives in NH. He then started to talk about how that would be the Civil War all over again...something about how a Yankee can't move to the south and move back up north for some reason... He asked me if I was at Winthrop and I said "No, actually I'm going to Boston." He looked away for a moment, in utter defeat. He couldn't understand why I would want to move to Yankee-land. I told him I was going to go to App State but they wouldn't give me a penny of scholarship money...As we were walking at the man comes up to my mom and says "Have you got the funeral arrangements made?" and my mom says "no" and he responds with "Well I have a pistol in my truck. We can shoot her now for treason and deserting the south. I need some target practice!" Let it be known that this was all said in good jest.
He then congradulated me on being able to go to school and told me good luck.<--I should have told him about this book I got on an adventure I went on a few weeks ago. It's pretty funny. especially since it was written in the 80's.
I'm making jewelry. Lots of it. Veggies. they are really cute.
I made a fairy costume today. I'm going to wear converses with it.
I have stitches in my back. that's a funny story. My twitter from that day:
mytwittername the dermatologist put stitches in me and put me in stitches. I'm hysterical.
I got spongebob bandaids that glow in the dark for my stitches. I can't see the glow in the dark part since they are on my back, but knowing they glow in the dark makes me feel better.
I'm going to the convent tomorrow to celebrate my friends who are going far far away from me for their novitiate. I will miss them.
I got new glasses. they are red.
I've been painting my nails so I don't bite them. Then I realized I can't play the guitar as well. Bye bye nails! yay!! I hate long nails. AKA a normal person's regular nail length.
My brother comes home soon.
My friends are leaving/left today for college.
I leave for college soon. I'm excited. I love my English class syllabus. If all goes well, it will be a great class. not as good as AP lit though. Nothing beats Wonderwoman.
My room is getting a makeover and we are getting all of my furniture from Ikea. I FREAKING LOVE IKEA.
I want a bike in Boston. really badly.
I also found this on google:
I would like this too!I like this
post secret.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Summer reading.
TA DA!! I CAN READ! I've already read most of these. Why not read them again?
And yes, I put the soundbeam2 handbooks in there.
(Click on books for a better look!)
And yes, I put the soundbeam2 handbooks in there.
(Click on books for a better look!)
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Catching up... (written throughout the day)
So I really should be tackling the disaster that is my room but that's just not very appealing to me at the moment. And I have few things to say.
First, a few weeks ago Kat and I went to this restaurant, High Cotton, in celebration of our college-going-ness and surviving the gov school (We'd been planning it all year. We were quite proud of the fact we actually did it). We dressed up and went on our "date." Unfortunately, the people at High Cotton thought we really were on a date. ( I mean with my edgy hair cut and Kat's pants, how could we not be?) So we were seated in the downstairs dining room. Now, if you haven't been to High Cotton, it's a nice restaurant. It's a little pricey. It's a restaurant for the more wealthy southern folk. (High Cotton...hmmm. the south and cotton. High cotton...Big plantations. Slaves...no way.) Anyways, we go down to the lower dining room, where a month or so earlier we had
fancy finger food with people who supported the school, and there are tables lining the wall next to the sidewalk. (This wall happens to be made of windows) All of the tables are filled along the windows except one. The rest of the tables in the dining room are empty. Naturally, it would make sense to seat us next to the window. Nope! We were seated along the other wall, away from the windows. And our order was taken with some weird sort of energy. ("LIKE OMG THEY'RE A COUPLE! GASP GASP GASP"...but of course, nothing was said.) We "ladies" were offered wine. When we informed our waiter that we were too young, we "girls" were later asked if we needed anything else. But that's beside the point. The next couple to arrive, made of one man and one woman, were seated at the window. How nice. We enjoyed our dinner of appetizers and desserts (because really, we can't afford High Cotton) and endured a little southern homophobic vibes throughout our meal.
And that's not the end of my story. The other night I was taping the receipt from dinner in my journal and I realized that High Cotton is part of this thing called Maverick Southern Kitchens. And I just have to laugh, having been Sarah Palin for Halloween. Of course they would give Kat and me weird vibes.
In other news, I watched the Tony's last night! YAY TONY!!! It was quite enjoyable, although Shrek the Musical kind of freaks me out, just a little. However, (now my govie is going to come out), something that was said really stood out to me. I believe it was said that this year was the highest grossing year on Broadway. (Also according to playbill.com: "The 63rd Annual Tony Awards, hosted by Harris June 7 at Radio City Music Hall, were viewed by 7.45 million people, a 19 percent increase from the previous season.") Now, this is like the ultimate IN YOUR FACE SUCKAS! moment for me, only it came a little too late. Long story short, my entire time spent in non-arts school was spent trying to prove that the arts were important and people cared and needed the arts. (and athletics sucked...) To no avail if you must know...So why did this stick out for me so much? Why care? As we are in an economic recession, a time of budget cuts and cutting back, it would probably be expected that Broadway shows would suffer. Tickets are expensive! But instead, in this time of don't buy anything unnecessary, Broadway, doesn't suffer (as much). And this only proves the necessity of art. We need it and we know we do (even if we don't always acknowledge it). If I've learned anything from Humanities class, it's this: Art thrives in hard times. Because as humans, we need a way to express those feelings associated with the hard times. And we can all relate to it. Perhaps that mentality can spread to other parts of the country. We need to understand the importance of art or at least feel the pull. I am in full support of arts education, (duh) but what might be even more important than a detailed education, is just to get people to experience it and then want more. They might not completely understand it, but something inside of them does.
And I should stop before I get incoherent or sappy, or both. In other Tony news, Bret Michaels got attacked by the scenery, Edie Falco is HOT, Angela Lansbury is old but talented, I'm going to see Hair when I go visit my NYC friends when I'm in Boston, Neil Patrick Harris was adorable and I'm still not going to be an actor.
In my life news, I'm playing with a soundbeam2 tomorrow, I went to the Y today and thought I was going to die, Nia Vardalos is beautiful, I'm still writing thank you notes for graduation, I'm babysitting this summer, and my step brother's engagement-y photographs are beautiful.
First, a few weeks ago Kat and I went to this restaurant, High Cotton, in celebration of our college-going-ness and surviving the gov school (We'd been planning it all year. We were quite proud of the fact we actually did it). We dressed up and went on our "date." Unfortunately, the people at High Cotton thought we really were on a date. ( I mean with my edgy hair cut and Kat's pants, how could we not be?) So we were seated in the downstairs dining room. Now, if you haven't been to High Cotton, it's a nice restaurant. It's a little pricey. It's a restaurant for the more wealthy southern folk. (High Cotton...hmmm. the south and cotton. High cotton...Big plantations. Slaves...no way.) Anyways, we go down to the lower dining room, where a month or so earlier we had
fancy finger food with people who supported the school, and there are tables lining the wall next to the sidewalk. (This wall happens to be made of windows) All of the tables are filled along the windows except one. The rest of the tables in the dining room are empty. Naturally, it would make sense to seat us next to the window. Nope! We were seated along the other wall, away from the windows. And our order was taken with some weird sort of energy. ("LIKE OMG THEY'RE A COUPLE! GASP GASP GASP"...but of course, nothing was said.) We "ladies" were offered wine. When we informed our waiter that we were too young, we "girls" were later asked if we needed anything else. But that's beside the point. The next couple to arrive, made of one man and one woman, were seated at the window. How nice. We enjoyed our dinner of appetizers and desserts (because really, we can't afford High Cotton) and endured a little southern homophobic vibes throughout our meal.And that's not the end of my story. The other night I was taping the receipt from dinner in my journal and I realized that High Cotton is part of this thing called Maverick Southern Kitchens. And I just have to laugh, having been Sarah Palin for Halloween. Of course they would give Kat and me weird vibes.
In other news, I watched the Tony's last night! YAY TONY!!! It was quite enjoyable, although Shrek the Musical kind of freaks me out, just a little. However, (now my govie is going to come out), something that was said really stood out to me. I believe it was said that this year was the highest grossing year on Broadway. (Also according to playbill.com: "The 63rd Annual Tony Awards, hosted by Harris June 7 at Radio City Music Hall, were viewed by 7.45 million people, a 19 percent increase from the previous season.") Now, this is like the ultimate IN YOUR FACE SUCKAS! moment for me, only it came a little too late. Long story short, my entire time spent in non-arts school was spent trying to prove that the arts were important and people cared and needed the arts. (and athletics sucked...) To no avail if you must know...So why did this stick out for me so much? Why care? As we are in an economic recession, a time of budget cuts and cutting back, it would probably be expected that Broadway shows would suffer. Tickets are expensive! But instead, in this time of don't buy anything unnecessary, Broadway, doesn't suffer (as much). And this only proves the necessity of art. We need it and we know we do (even if we don't always acknowledge it). If I've learned anything from Humanities class, it's this: Art thrives in hard times. Because as humans, we need a way to express those feelings associated with the hard times. And we can all relate to it. Perhaps that mentality can spread to other parts of the country. We need to understand the importance of art or at least feel the pull. I am in full support of arts education, (duh) but what might be even more important than a detailed education, is just to get people to experience it and then want more. They might not completely understand it, but something inside of them does.
And I should stop before I get incoherent or sappy, or both. In other Tony news, Bret Michaels got attacked by the scenery, Edie Falco is HOT, Angela Lansbury is old but talented, I'm going to see Hair when I go visit my NYC friends when I'm in Boston, Neil Patrick Harris was adorable and I'm still not going to be an actor.
In my life news, I'm playing with a soundbeam2 tomorrow, I went to the Y today and thought I was going to die, Nia Vardalos is beautiful, I'm still writing thank you notes for graduation, I'm babysitting this summer, and my step brother's engagement-y photographs are beautiful.
And I got this thing!^^^ It really works! It's made by Zyliss. Mine is green. I haven't named it.
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