The Rooster's Nest

Problems...

2008-12-09T23:23:50Z

I thought I had left roommate issues behind in freshman year when I moved out of the room, but now there's this freshman...she thinks I make the sun shine, and she comes to me with everything. Well, she's having roommate issues, and while they might not be worse than those I had, she's not capable of handling them, and it's all she can talk about. I just spent an hour at dinner telling her that her "I can't" or "I fail" mentality won't help her, and it's a problem we all have-getting over that mentality of not being able to do something. Saying "I can" instead of "I can't". It's the psychological road block we all face in some way or another, and every time we find that we can overcome it if we try hard enough, but we always seem to forget our ability to overcome ourselves.

So here I am, trying to explain this to someone who has no self-confidence, no self-esteem and won't even touch a kitchen knife because she's sure she'll cut herself if she does so. I just wanted to help, help her to realize she COULD because we all CAN if we will it, but I think I was too intense for her because she didn't take it well. And now I'm worried about her and have to prepare for and take an English final, but I can't think, and I REALLY need to take that English final or else my schedule for the whole week is thrown off.

Gaaaahhh...

2008-01-20T20:52:28Z

Okay. Number one. I'm bored. I've been sitting here doing next to nothing since Friday, and while it did give me a couple of days alone before the roommate returned, I'm ready to start and I still have another full day before classes start (thank you, very much, MLK Jr for being the bane of my Januaries since freshman year of high school, I despise not what you did, but your specific existence). I don't know how, but inactivity coupled with the same four walls and below freezing weather have made me even tired (but not sick of) reading. I want to be learning. Please, get me back into the classroom.

Number two. She's not been back two hours and I'm already ready to throw the roommate out, primarily because I asked her the prospects of this new semester and she didn't even try to have a positive outlook on it. Looking at considerably more, and harder, work than I had last semester (finally, to realize what it is to be a Bryn Mawr Woman by way of working your ass off and still not being good enough!!!!), I kind of assumed everyone would be facing the same thing. My roommate, however, informed me that she believes she's wasting her time and "went to the wrong school". Then get the hell out of here and clear the air of your pessimism. I don't want to hear it, and I can assure you when I have two labs due, three tests and a major research paper all due in one week and you're saying you've nothing to do when you have four decent classes, I can't vouch for holding my temper. The mere prospect make me want to toss her out the window. WIth her yellow trappings.

I'm done.

Woohoo!!!

2008-01-19T21:17:22Z

Okay, now I can return to the land of the living. Seriously, while being at home for a month (waaaayyyy tooooo long, by the way) was fun (while I was with KTPRKR or my new pans or the oven), am SO glad to be back (really, it's the difference between dead and alive, I think-not that being dead is bad, just...I like it better here). I don't really have anything to say, and, unlike the Wife, have no sex life to fill in with, so I'll leave it at that for a while until something interesting happens. Aside from that, I realized that only about two people read this, which is somewhat amusing.

So...

2007-12-08T01:17:53Z

Satan's not so bad as I thought he would be. I'm already two paragraphs in and we're having a good time. I'll give you a few more pictures to procrastinate with (me? I have two more loads of laundry and a shower to take, another paragraph or to to turn out and a geo chapter to read before I hit the hay...thank the Goddess dad sent me LOTR :)).

So I hope I've made you sufficiently jealous of me and my school...
Kisses!

Satan is a drama queen!!!!

2007-12-07T19:10:46Z

And I'm sleeping with him for the next week. That's all. Oh, and it's snowing, or, rather, was when I woke up from my nap and is no longer.

Wait, no, it's started again...

Stress relief...

2007-12-06T01:25:08Z

Because I'm pissed...tonight's my grandparent's fiftieth wedding aniversary and so they're trying to get a webcame up and running so I can say hi, but they're having network problems and so I'm wasting time waiting around in the middle of trying to WRITE MY ENGLISH FINAL...and I don't want to do it in the first place...I'll put us all in a Tuff Ring state of mind...

Well, at least they were brief about it, but I'll give a few more pictures to take the irritation off...

So, I won't bore you with the details of how it was created (even though I'm absolutely itching to, I mean, how could something with a name like "phreatomagmatic eruption" be dull?), but we had a lecture in the ocean here on waves, fetch, swell, sea and surf. I've never had a lecutre interrupted by the professor wanting to body surf before :) And there's a green sand beach. The only in the world, but you'd better get there soon because it'll be gone in about a thousand years...

Guys are...a bitch.

2007-12-04T15:53:18Z

So, here's my story, but first I'm going to say something more about my roommate. Well, you know the deoderant thing? We had to close the window this morning because it was frigid in our room, and almost immediately upon turning on the heater the room started to reek of her. This is going to be a long winter...and she's never had a banana split. In her life. Milkshake or banana split. She officially lives under a rock. Okay, that's all. Wait, no, so we had a heart to heart the other night when I told her about my concern that she had given me her sickness, which I then passed on to my darling Kathy, who lost her voice the week of Romeo and Juliet because of it. Even after unloading on her because of this, I still want to throw her out the window.

I'm trying really hard not to be aggravated, but for some reason it's not working. Then she went on to tell me what bugs her about me. I leave the door unlocked when I run down the hall to go to the bathroom, or am doing homework/chilling in the common room that's right down the hall (and am in and out of the room every fifteen minutes or so). I don't close the door completely behind me when I go to the bathroom and she's in the room (I crack it because it tends to slam, and it's just easier). And I don't ask her before I bring friends over and chat in the room (has she ever asked us to leave because she's doing homework? No. She wants me to ask her if I can bring friends over. She won't do any of the work and ask us to go to the common room because "I don't want to cause a commotion in front of your friends"). Okay, I'm getting angry just thinking about all of this, so I'm going to ove onto my story...

So I don't think I mentioned Nathaniel...

He's the one on the right, if you couldn't tell.

Anyway, Nathaniel is a Haverford alumn (graduated last year), geology major (did the entire major his senior year because he didn't declare until half-way into his junior year-got bored with astrophysics), and apparently the darling of the geology department because they invited him to meet us in Hawaii. You see, Nathaniel is from, and now lives and works in Alaska. So I met the Alaskan in Hawaii and was completely and totally attracted to him. As a result, I rarely talked with him because I didn't want to make a fool of myself and have everyone lose total respect for me. But I liked him. A lot. He's the one I didn't get to say goodbye to when we left, and then I felt like shit on the plane. But oh well, I'll never see him again, right? I mean, Alaska. Come on. How more impractical could I get?

Oh, no. Who should walk into the computer lab last Tuesday while I was "not" working in CSem (I'd already finished the assignment). Yes. The door opens and in walks Brian and behind him...I'm sure I flushed bright red and absolutely had the most shocked expression on my face. Well, fuck. So the only open Dell is right next to me, and he comes over and sits down. I stare resolutely at the computer screen. "What're you doing on the East Coast? Alaska get too cold?" I was trying to act normal (I'm not sure how well I succeeded. It turns out he had a free plane ticket and was between jobs so he decided to come pay a visit. Great. I manage to say very little else while I sit there completely unable to focus. Finally, I get up and leave.

Back in the dorm, I start shaking like crazy and am on the verge of tears. So I call up Olivia and ask if she'll meet me for dinner (because there are very few better for cheering a person up). We end up at Haffner later, and I've just started calming down when who should walk in with Paige and Jessica (two of my Geo friends). Dear Goddess, why do you do this to me? It took Olivia fifteen minutes to talk me around into going and talking with them. So eventually I do, and it wasn't so bad because Jessica and Paige were there. But then they both had to leave and it was just us. I don't think I've ever been in as awkward a situation. Seriously. Somehow we managed to get through about half an hour without breaking down under the completely awkward situation (but we did manage a few normal conversations in between the silence and, once again, awkward eye contact-considering I refused to look away embarassed in the silence, and he clearly didn't know what to do with that).

Jessica saved us with a phone call, asking if we wanted to go over to her room, at which point Nathaniel asked me if he should go back to Haverford sooner or later. Well, later, of course. So we went to Jess's and talked for a while longer (which was equally awkward-but don't worry, I wasn't interposing myself on something I oughtn't of. I asked her later if I had been getting in the way and was answered with a resounding "no"). Then Nathaniel fell asleep and so we left. I then went to Collier, couldn't focus, took Olivia gingersnaps and went to visit Carrie. I explained to her why I couldn't concentrate on anything at all, and she asked "Did you set a time to see him again?" Uh, no. "Well does he have your number?" NO! "You need to take advantage of this..." "How, and I'm not sure I'm brave enough..." "Facebook him". So I did. Can you believe it? I actually did. I was going to be at Haverford the next afternoon so I asked if he would be around, and if he didn't have plans if he'd like to meet up for dinner...

But I'm afraid this Hollywood worthy story has no ending. I hate to leave you hanging, but that's the way life works out...I'd like to know the ending, too. I guess it's that this lass has discovered she won't make a fool of herself in front of the guy she likes and that she does have the balls to pursue him. Which is more than some can say. He never responded (but I'm inclined to forgive him).

Another story...

2007-11-20T16:40:24Z

Okay, I have to share this one, too, right now because it's too unbelievable.
We have an omelet bar in the dining hall for brekafast where you can cook your own eggs. Last week I decided to make myself an egg sunny-side down (easy-over for those of you who've never heard that term, or just "fried egg", though why they call it that, I don't know because it's not fried). So I make my egg in the awful pans they provide and return to the table where my roommate is eating-I have officially stopped eating with her, by the way. Can't stand it-I was trying to be nice, but no longer will that be on my agenda. ANyway, I start carving the white from around the yolk so I can eat all of that in one bite and not lose any yolk, but because of the patchy job (due to the atrocious pans), I pierce the center. Yolk bleeds out onto my plate, and my roommate makes a little noise. I look up and she has this look of absolute horror on her face:

"YOU'RE EGG IS RAW!!!!"

WTF, mate. That's all I can say. "No. It's cooked. sunny-side down, easy-over, eye closed..." I proceed to run through every name for this type of egg I can think of, but her scandalized look remains. Fuck it. This girl has never even SEEN a fried egg. I'm not even talking about eating one. Seen one. Has she never seen a Denny's commercial, billboard...never EATEN AT A RESTAURANT???!!!!! How can you go through eighteen years without ever having seen a fried egg? Or drunk a milkshake? Or eithout ever having heard of chocolate malt?

Not to mention, and this really is terrible of me, she's the most unforunate looking creature I have ever seen in my life. No kidding. My ancestors were a pretty gnarly lot (I got to see pictures over the weekend), but they were angelicly beautiful next to my roommmate. Her features go beyond plain-a bulbous, too-big nose in an undefined face, not pleasingly round or dramatically cut. Not noticeably thin, no strong chin (rhyme totally unintended, but perhaps I should write a poem-my situation is ridiculous it lend itself to it). Dull eyes without a sparkle (I attribute it to her pessimistic outlook) and moles with hairs growing from them...And here's the kicker. She has the same haircut as her mother. Not fucking kidding you. EXACT SAME HAIRCUT AS HER MOTHER, if you could call it a haircut...it goes beyond the horrific bowl-haircut. It is the most non-distinguishable short haircut, but not boy-short (which wouldn't improve her at all, but would at least give a touch of whimsical relief from the monotony and atrocity of her face). It's truly one of the most horrendous things I've ever seen, and if it can describe to you any more how awful this is, I saw her on our first day standing in the line to get your key and the first thing I noticed was that she had the same haircut as her mother, the second, that she was the most unfortunate ceatue I've ever seen, and the third was that terrible foreboding that someone Fate had put me with her and that "Oh, Lady, let that not be my roommate", but somehow you know it's going to be...

I'm sorry, this is all uncharacteristically mean and low of me, but I'm so sick and tired of being nice (and I think I've already paid karmically for this just by suffering)...I'll write more later and I hope you'll forgive my baseness as the story of my roommate continues...

My roommate is worse than yours...

2007-11-20T16:25:21Z

I can say it confidently, oh, yes, I can. So roommate has been sick for about a week now. She started having problems last week this time and I immediately told her to go to the Health Center and get something to a)make her feel better and 2)make her not contagious. She promptly informed me that a)she does not swallow pills and b)she does not take drugs for colds. Well, okay, her decision and I was ticked, but there was nothing I could do about it. The cold progressed and by Thursday she was in pretty bad condition. I entreated her again to go to the Health Center "If not for you, for me, because I DON"T WANT TO GET IT". Yes, I said exactly that, and that emphatically, too. For all the good it did me. But I was once again informed that she does not swallow pills and she does not take drugs for colds. She was hardly on a functional level and I wanted to kill her. It couldn't have been better that I got away for the weekend to my Great Aunt and Uncle's house because yesterday I've never wanted to throw someone out of the fourth floor window so badly.
I came back from my homey weekend abroad from campus and found Sam sprawled on her bed. Let me explain. Sam does not take naps. They prevent her from sleeping at night (sucks to be her-I spend my Saturdays in the sack, quite frankly).So I immediately asked how she was. She sounded like Hell, quite frankly. And then the story unfolded...

On Saturday she had "the worst sore throat I've ever had" and dragged herself to the Health Center where they "were very unhelpful" as she later put it to me. She then described everything the poor nurse had done to try and help her!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could not believe it. I COULD NOT BELIEVE SHE WAS SAYING THEY HAD BEEN UNHELPFUL! The lady had swabbed her throat to test for strep, given her medication and told her everything she could do to take care of herself. And, being the pessimistic person she is, she had rejected everything on the basis of "I can't swallow pills". IT'S A FUCKING PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEM-if you can swallow food, you can swallow a pill smaller than my pinkie fingernail. But she refuses to believe that. She asked the lady what she should do if she found out she did have strep, and the nurse said they would give her antibiotics. She proceeded to ask if there was any drinkable or chewable form, to which the nurse had no reply because she's probably never met such a fucking sheltered, abnormal, undersocialized person in her life. I haven't. Anyway, so she complains how they weren't helpful when they did everything they could. And she informs me that when she has a bad headache she takes two junior strength advil. No wonder she says meds don't help...but wait, she can't swallow pills.

Anyway, so she's been sick and I've been terrified I'm going to get it. You see, I'd have sympathy for her if she were doing anything to actively take care of herself and try to make it better, but she's not. She's doing absolutely nothing differently. Therefore she receives no pity and only irritation. Yesterday it finally came to a head when I woke up with a scratchy throat and congested. Damn-I'm getting it. So I went on the meds she should have been taking-literally-I was almost out of Sudafed from my head cold just before fall break and when I realized this I said aloud I'd have to go to the Health Center and my roommate FUCKIN" GAVE ME THE MEDS THEY GAVE HER. So yes, I am on the medication she should have been taking since last week, and I'm not even sick!!!! So you see why I'm pissed...and oh, there's more, but I won't share it just now...I will be starting the "unbelievable roommate" stories after sitting in Collier library last night with Gwen and Miriam and spilling all of the stories I could think of. It took 2.5 hours, no kidding, of talking about my wierd-ass roommate, so prepare yourselves.

And now, a song I wrote in honor of my predicament (sung to the tune of that kid's thing "Aggravation rehabilitation", or am I the only one who remember that?):

Medication, students' salvation,
Medication, this is how it goes:
First you take a Sudafed, then you put yourself to bed,
Drink some tea, makes you pee...

Tanguy...

2007-11-11T14:37:20Z

Was really fun from the standpoint I haven't danced with anyone but Bryn Mawr ladies since I left home. And, oh man, it made me miss my people a lot, a lot, a lot. And I get home in the doldrum season between final trimester and the beginning of January classes, which means I won't get to dance much I don't think. They also fed us, which was lovely. Homebaked gingersnaps and fresh fruit and cheese and crackers...oh, I was all over the cheese and crackers (Wife, I thought of you and our luminescing cheese), and ginersnaps (hmmm, Whole Foods gingersnap cookies as big as my hand...). Unfortunately, however, there were 1)no guys our age and 2)no attractive guys at all, but I can definitely let that slide I had so much fun. And dancing with any guy whatsoever is preferable to being the male all the time. I swear, I'm permanently gender-confused.
On more notes because I realize I haven't been on in a while...I think I'm going to be spending at least a meal, if not a signficant portion, of next weekend with Auntie Sis and Uncle Walter. The aunt was a little unclear about how much time I'll be there, but either way, it'll be wonderful to catch up with them since last spring (they are of the most welcoming, interesting and friendly sort), and they have a dog, Xena. They adopted her, or, actually, just kind of accidentally ended up with her, on one of their trips to Santa Fe. She's part coyote, and I'm in total dog withdrawal (animal withdrawal, that is), so I can't wait to go play with her.
Also, I had been really sad about not being home over Thanksgiving. The campus clears out pretty well over weekends, and even moreso over breaks, but since we only have Thursday and Friday, it's not long enough to go home. Still the campus is going to be a veritable graveyard, which I wasn't looking forward to. Then Kathy offered to take me home with her!!! I kind of feel like a little lost puppy being picked up under one arm and hauled lovingly around. Yay for going home with friends! And then, after Thanksgiving...THREE WEEKS OF CLASS!!!!!!
And now I need to go to brunch...

Meh

2007-10-30T13:29:11Z

So last night after a visit to the writing center, I decided my entire paper needed to be re-written because it was so horridly bad. So I stayed up nad pretty much re-wrote the entire thing. It involved a lot of tea and Pride and Prejudice. And now I'm going to breakfast...

I was asaulted by my spoon...

2007-10-29T01:17:52Z

In my hot chocolate. After Lantern Night. It was beautiful-we were all wearing black bat robes, lined up in the dark cloisters with the juniors and seniors singing to us and then we got our lanterns!!!!!!! But...Amanda is going back to Toronto tomorrow :( I hate leaving friends I've only just met but abslutely love. If I can give you an indication of how she is, she's a lot like Leslie, 'cept for a bit different.

Last night...

2007-10-28T19:50:49Z

Was wicked. I was in the SGA kitchen for six hours helping to cook dinner (which included four different kinds of pie and fudge and cookies, tofu stir fries, appetizers, green bean stew...the list goes on and on), and then we ate and did a ritual. It was incredible. Not to mention the former Circle head is in town for Samhain and Carrie's birthday, and she's just awesome. By the way, Wife, you would have been proud of me on Friday night-I stayed out at a party until 0200.

More on Hawaii and stuff in general...

2007-10-26T17:56:44Z

So now that things have kind of calmed down on this drizzly Friday afternoon (it has been dizzling for the past three days straight, yes, that includes the 0500 crew mornings when it has rained the entire one and a half hours we are rowing-I generally come back soaked to the bone, but because of early class can't shower or change until late-ish). Anyhow, today was last day of fall season with our regatta on Sunday, which is good because I can start waking up at 0630 instead. I still have a shitload of homework, sadly, and am stressed as hell about my geo test on Monday morning. By the way, did I mention that I'm really excited about being a geo major, but that I've heard a few horror stories about the bio faculty. I don't know if the double will fly (I'll decide at the end of next semester). Minor at least because that's, well, kind of necessary to be an ecologist, but geo definitely. Catherine, my lab prof, has worked extensively in glaciology, and I'm totally fascinated. There are fields out there I don't even know about!!!!

Anyway, I'll post Hawaii pictures as soon as I can figure out how, and I'll try to add explanations so you know what is going and what you're looking at...

Hawaii

2007-10-23T23:43:06Z

Was fucking awesome!!!!!!! That's all.

No, actually we did everything geology from volcanology to glaciology (yes, glaciers in Hawaii). And we even had a bit of spare time to snorkel in the reefs! And I've determined there's very little more amusing than a group of drunk professors and students...except for maybe a lecture held in the ocean, which therefore has to be interrupted so the prof can body-surf. In other words, it was probably one of the most awesome things I've ever done...okay, the most awesome. I love my major :) More on this later, but I have a shitload of homework.

Fuck Plenary

2007-09-30T20:48:45Z

SIX FUCKING HOURS IN PLENARY! Just because we couldn't meet quorum. My entire Sunday gone, woosh, just like that.

Erg...

2007-09-18T23:42:52Z

Actually, no, row (sorry, bad joke). Yes, row. Crew started up on Monday and I wasn't kidding when I don't know the day or time since (the only thing I go by is what class and when I have first). Crew involves waking up obscenely early:0445 or 50, and, while it is so worth it to be out on the river and learning to row, DAMN that's early. This is what it does to me, for instance...last night I set my cell to be my alarm clock (yes, I did record The Logical Song, and it is my wake-up alarm). Well, suddenly I hear it go off and, as I've been totally sacked out, I fly out of bed, throw on my shirt and sweatshirt (because that early the only thing you really can do is sleep in your clothes-my boobs haven't been freed since Sunday), pants, grab my backpack,hat, sunglasses, essentially everything I will need until eleven and fly out of the room, trying not to wake up the roomie. I head down the hall to the bathroom to put my contacts in and lo and behold, the light in the common room is on, so I squint in and find Laryssa working on her laptop. "You're still awake?" I ask, totally convinced it's 0450, and she responds, "What time is it?" I peer at my watch and am still so groggy I can't translate what my eyes are seeing, 0051. "It's midnight-wait, are you up for crew?" Yes, indeed. My cell phone had beeped that I had a message and I had taken it for my alarm and one-fucking-o'clock in the morning. But, as opposed to being totally pissed, I was ecstatic (you see, this is what crew does to you)-I got to sleep for a full four hours more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My first college party...

2007-09-15T22:29:57Z

Was the Geology BBQ. Yes, today has cheered me up a good deal from this morning when I was nearly sobbing. I got over that pretty quickly after sending coach an email, and then Sam and I went to lunch. At lunch I saw Beth (who is one of those people you just kind of meet around-I really like her) who...but I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll start with last night. So I thought I'd be really awkward at this BBQ. Not only was I convinced I'd be the only freshman, but the whole thing was off campus as "Penn-y Brenn" this quad of condos where a lot of the geo staff live.

So I took a nap before going becase I was really tired (and I kind of think I'm getting a little sick, but I'm not sure) and woke up at 1650 or so. Then I procrastinated for ten minutes and then determined to arrive fashionably late because I was really, really not looking forward to it. finall I determined they would be looking for the chips I had promised to bring, so I headed out with my raincoat and my awesome smiling frog rainboots (just the eyes and smile poke out from under my jeans-hahaa...I felt like such a dork). Anyway, I wandered over and as I approached saw a group of people and was like, "Oh, shit, I actually have to do this." So I went over and found someone had already brought a load of chips, which was pretty funny. Then Catherine, my lab instructor came up and was like, "So there's the pop, and there's the beer and the wine is at the end of the table there." "Oh, I'm underage." "We don't card. Don't ask don't tell." Oh, okay, so that's the kind of people here. Then I kind of just joined the group and started meeting students and professors. There's something about the informality of the whole thing-I mean, we call the professors by their first names-and then the whole eating together that brings people together. I had such an incredibly good time. I met quite a few people going to Hawaii this fall, a lot of proessors, totally gorged on food (because, I mean, it was real food. One of the profs had made macaroni and cheese...) Later we played "Detonator", which is this really, really stupid game, but it's terribly hilarious. For those of you unfamiliar with it, it involves passing a beer can around and each person banging it on their head and saying "detonator". The structural integrity of the can is weekened and bubbles form at the flat sites. Eventually, it ruptures and (as I have heard) can blow up in fairly spectacular style. Ours started spewing and spraying us all, and finally Chris (geo 101 prof) got fed up and crushed it so it exploded.
So, who did I meet? Well, I met this awesome senior by the name of Daina (pretty sure I misspelled that). She's in the sci-fi club and invited me to join them. Also met Katy, another senior who was just awesome. Found out a lot about the geology profs. Don (geo 30..something or another prof) was telling us stories about exploding beer bottles with his son...the great thing was I can just see him doing that! It's really humanizing to talk with the profs on such a familiar level (this is for your benefit KTPRKR), so I feel like even though I've only been here a couple of weeks I've made more faculty friends than I did in four years at St A's. Also, we learned a little more about Hawaii. We're going to go snorkeling on the reef (am I taking my own gear? You bet I am). We're going to try and go hunt down a flow (lava, that is) to play with. We're going to the only olivine sand beach in the world (it's green!). We're renting a house...I think...it's a really long flight, we're going to the southernmost bakery in the US...it's going to be a hoot. And today I went online and bought hiking boots (yay!).

But the fun hasn't stopped...

so I saw Beth today in the dining hall and she directly invited me to Liz's handfasting! This was really exciting. You see, on Tuesday I got up the courage to go to Athena's Circle, the campus Pagan group. I loved it so much!!! And then, on Thursday Kathy, one of my hallmates, was going to come out of the broomcloset, and so I went again with her (instead of doin gmy homework...which I still have to do...fuck it). Anyway, Liz is an alumna, and she was handfasted today. Anyway, Beth saw me today and asked if I was going and I responded, "I didn't think I was invited." And she said, "Oh, Athena's Circle past and present", so I decided I would love to go. But I couldn't decide what to wear. I wanted to wear my black flowy pants, but I didn't have a top to go with them, so Sam and I actually safety pinned one of my scarves over one shoulder and wrapped it around as a very braless "shirt" (it was kind of like, oh well, if it falls it'll be in true Pagan style). So I went to the ritual, which was gorgeous. They needed someone in a green class (each class has a color that corresponds to an element), and I was the only one present, even though there were a lot of alumnae, so I also hd the chance to participate in the ritual, which was really, really exciting. Liz looked so gorgeous in this long red gown and glittering train with the cloisters shining in sunlight...

And I received a care package from home with my new ghillies...XD

essay

2007-09-13T23:38:49Z

Did I mention I hate the essay excerpt this essay has to be based on? I find it particularly difficult to stomach because of its flippant use of "magic" and a recurring desire to liken "magic" to "technology"...does it even need magic at all...I want to throw up. Seriously.

Hawaii!!!!!!!!!!!

2007-09-12T11:16:33Z

So yesterday was about the greatest day in the world. First, I got an email saying I'm going to Hawaii with the geology department in...let me check my watch again....ONE MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I went to crew tryouts and I'm starting next week!!!!! Okay, so I will be missing Ren Fest, but, come on, it's Hawaii, and what's more, Hawaii with a group of geologists. This couldn't get any more exciting!!!!

Uhuh

2007-09-10T23:53:45Z

Try explaining to your roomie what oral sex is...that's all I'm going to say.

WOW!

2007-09-06T20:50:32Z

The Geology Department just invited me, a freshman, to put my name into the lottery of students going to Hawaii on Fall Break this year. I'll find out tomorrow-and while I don't expect anything, just the prospect and the fact they asked.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bryn Mawr woman from the start...

2007-09-02T20:26:27Z

So after the hall ate Ben and Jerry's and watched Phantom of the Opera...Kathy, Marie, Laryssa and I went skinny dipping in the cloister fountain and then in Taft. It was so much fun!!!!!!! Then we walked back to the dorm shirtless-which was fantastic because we come up to fourth and something like half of the upperclasswomen were in the hall. Well HELLOOOOOOO...Anyway, it was a great start to the year!!!!

Epitaph for a Slug

2007-08-31T12:38:39Z

Mr. Slug, so ignoble to go
stuck all over with hair and dirt.
Be food for a bird,
so Death might come to good.

Philly!!!

2007-08-30T21:26:49Z

So, two straight days in the car. It wasn't by any means the longest car trip (I mean, straight, no stops 'cept bathroom and fuel), but this one had a serious deadline, so it was a bit more pressured. Still, it was fun. We only got turned around once-in Memphis. They were having a bridge problem and we were detoured. Other than that, it was uneventful. Yesterday was...

Hot.
Sweaty.
Exhausting.

With only Dad 'n me to haul all of my belongings up three flights of stairs (totals 48), it took us many trips in the heat (at least it wasn't Texas, but when I say I was dripping, I'm not kidding). But I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I pity my roomie. She is so sheltered (from what I have gathered). She's never seen a cockroach. And she and her mom have the same haircut. I think that's enough said.
But my hall mates are so far so good. The girl across the hall belongs to a wizard rock band, the Moaning Myrtles, down the hall lives someone majoring in bio with a concentration in evolutionary biology, downstairs there's a girl from Switzerland...So, in all, I'm pretty pleased with this situation. Tomorrow I register for classes. Today I tested out of Bio 101, so I start with bio in the spring now, leaving me free to take intro to geology and anthropology, which is exciting. Then there'll be the obligatory math, CSEM, oh, and NAUI certification :)
Tonight Haverford's coming over for dinner so we can't go for another hour, which is sad considering the dining halls aren't open yet, really, only one, and so we can only eat in designated times, and if you miss them or want to pick up a snack, well, too bad. Other than that, I've got my room pretty much put together and am looking forward to it cooling down enough for me to want tea (never realized how much I love air conditioning).