| | Current Music: | "Devil" - Stereophonics | | Time: | 01:26 pm |
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| Woohoo less than 24 hours until Whistler!!
I love this time of year~ | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| The paperwork's been done and the payments have been made. The 7:30am flight to Vegas awaits, kiddos. Normally I work best under pressure, but this deadline is far too soon. And it's hard to get excited for a trip I've been anticipating for years (back when Grandma and Grandpa told me it was my 21st birthday present) when I have the mother of to-do lists on my mind.
The plan is to be back in a week, but keep in mind the few circumstances in which I will not be returning to the Emerald City: a)I get hitched, b)I lose all my money striving for lemon-lemon-lemon so, hoping to cure my gambling addiction I hit the bottle with a bunch of bums I've befriended, c)I join a topless show, or d)Celine Dion comes down with an extreme case of strep throat and she insists I fill in.
I'll send my love~ (and let you know how a-d are going)
Team, I'll see you Monday. Time to put our summer motto to the test. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | "Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid" - Elefant | | Subject: | Team reunited | | Time: | 01:19 pm | | Current Mood: | jubilant |
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| Nicky's back!!! And he still speaks english!
I wish I had minutes on my phone. | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | "Twilight" - Elliott Smith | | Subject: | This is it | | Time: | 12:34 pm | | Current Mood: | excited |
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| | This is my summer post. It's a work in progress, but at least it's a start. Looking forward to another weekend with the team, which means movies, food, and T'Latte in between. Life is good. | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment  |
| There's a fantastic thunder and lightning storm right now. I love it.
I wish I could just crawl into bed (with meadow fresh sheets and cozy comforter), but there's a biochem book waiting for me...
Today I saw a couple guys walking together and one was wearing an M's cap and an A's shirt, while the other was in a BoSox hat and a Yankees shirt. I'm just curious who they cheer for when they go to baseball games. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Why aren't there more songs about girls with brown eyes?
Just one of many mysteries I'll never solve. | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| This makes me all kinds of sad. Umm there should be a link in there somewhere if I did it right. It's disappointing there's a humans out there stooping to that level just to make some sweet moolah. It's even more disappointing that other people really have been paying him. Regardless if he makes his 50K or not, he probably could care less about Toby's future. To quote "The Emperor's New Groove," (an animal-friendly film) nobody's that heartless.
Oh and he lied- that's clearly not the cutest Toby in the world. *heart* (and I don't mean Toby Bradshaw)
I picked up the Daily twice this week (first times all quarter) and couldn't finish either of the crosswords. Remember Milo and Otis? It came up in one of the clues, and I really want to find our copy of it and watch it. But I'll have to find a Beta VCR too. A bit of trivia: it was originally a Japanese film and the director was a zoologist. It's unfortunate people think it wreaks of animal cruelty, I guess they'd rather let their kids watch Pokemon and such...
Over and out. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | "Full of Stars" - Turin Brakes | | Time: | 12:06 am | | Current Mood: | playful |
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| I want to go to the aquarium.
And build a fort. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Where have I been? I feel like I've been going in circles, become a slave to routine, and I'm not ok with that. Class, work, study, repeat. Luckily a concert will be scheduled somewhere in between, but other than that life hasn't been too eventful.
Besides spending most of my days in the Health Sciences Building, I've recently discovered how wonderful the South Campus Center is. Sure it's a bit of a walk, but so far it's the only place on campus where I don't feel on campus. Follow? The booths overlooking the bay are great for napping and studying, and if you're lucky, you'll get one of the booths with a coat hook. My new goal is to get the cafe back in business, but the Rotunda and Plaza Cafe are pretty fierce competition.
But if the cafe business fails, Rizky and I are going to start a heavy metal ukulele band named The Gumdrops. We figure we'll have a good run, but the band dissolves and the world will find out why on VH1's Behind the Music. But that won't be the last the world hears of us. No sir. We regroup a couple years later, and release our second album, Out of Purgatory. Come support us. Heck, name your instrument (harp, harmonica, etc.) and you can be in the band (if your audition goes well).
I went home to check on my sister this weekend (the 'rents are in Hawaii again and she gets too lazy to cook), and we watched Run Lola Run. The concept was similar to Groundhog Day, but she only relived about 20 minutes of the day. Considering she spent most of the time running, it's a good thing it wasn't any longer. We got tired just watching her run.
This weekend was a movie extravaganza. A Wes Anderson/Bill Murray/Owen and/or Luke Wilson movie extravaganza. After watching Rushmore (on VHS!) and The Royal Tenenebaums, we decided the next movie we watch will be Bottle Rockets.
The last movie I saw this weekend was Kung Fu Hustle, and for free with Rizky's movie theater connections. I was reluctant, but with a review calling it a "nonstop orgy of madcap martial arts mayhem," I couldn't turn it down. Orgy...what a great word. I don't know much (if anything at all) about kung fu movies, but I know enough to know that the more exaggerated the better. And my favorite quote: "You may know kung fu, but you're still a fairy!"
Like last Wednesday, Katie and I have to embark on another fishing adventure. Technically it's called night beach seining, but tiring and monotonous physical labor is what I call it. The boat ride was great, gorgeous sunset, and needless to say, we were looking pretty sexy wearing waders, boots, and life-jackets...but to do it all again until 2 am?! Maybe this time we'll catch a bluefin, for Matt's sake. Funny how the project's goal is to make a difference in aquatic conservation, but we ended up drowning a bunch of the fish in a cocaine solution. And we're putting pictures of the dead fish in our Powerpoint. I can smell the 4.0 now.
At least I'm cured of my cold. The past week was absolutely miserable battling midterms and work (as if the obnoxious retired lady wasn't enough). And I had no time to play and frolick outside in the nice weather :( But I look forward to this week. My Jones soda cap said, "you will soon be invited to a sporting event." *gasp* more seining?!? Maybe real fishing?
You know, I really envy a guy who looks prettier in lip gloss than I do.
I didn't get any studying done this weekend, and against better judgement I stayed up until 2 am reading a book about Soren Kierkegaard that my sister got from the library. At that hour of the night I didn't have the mental capacity to comprehend it all, but I'll give it another try when I have the time. Chelsea actually had a very hefty pile of Kierkegaard and Kafka literature; I tell you, that girl amazes me. If I had half the intellect she has, I certainly would not waste my time daydreaming about silly things like being in a heavy metal ukulele band. | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Blind - Lifehouse | | Subject: | Dear Jason Wade, | | Time: | 12:27 am | | Current Mood: | indescribable |
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| Your music is beautiful, your voice is beautiful, your words are beautiful; they push buttons I never knew I had. Inexplicable tears fell down my cheek. Paradoxical emotions were stirred. Never have I felt so alone, yet loved. Sad, yet cautiously optimistic. Satisfied, yet wistful.
Why do I apply meaning to a song that I have yet to identify whatever name, face, or significant life moment I've associated with it? Why am I so certain I haven't even made said association? It's completely illogical, so much that it seems ridiculous that my eyes should even begin to water in the first place. Maybe I've only convinced myself that I've made sense of it all. But indecision isn't easily turned into unmitigated temerity (ever since Sigmar's class, those two words have always gone together and I've been waiting to use 'em).
The more I listen to the cd, the less I am sure I know. But that was already little to begin with.
( The tear-jerker: 'You and Me' )
I joined Brandi in her room to watch them on Leno; it was by far the most intense, but absolutely glorious, 5 minutes of the night. As if the music and words weren't enough, throwing his deeply expressive eyes into the mix surely sent chills down my spine. *sigh*
Or maybe the "Stewart sensitivity gene" is reason for the waterworks. There is no legitimate explanation. I can't even come up with another song that I feel similarly about.
Jason Wade, you are incredible. | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Young Americans - David Bowie | | Subject: | Pleasant surprises | | Time: | 02:10 pm | | Current Mood: | content |
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| Biochem 442 here I come. My luck meter has to be running on empty by now. I am really living up to my motto: don't believe in miracles, rely on them. This doesn't change my feelings about DNA, but I can rest easy knowing I'm not its bitch. It is mine.
Inorganic turned out well, and ESS...isn't posted yet. And it's killing me. I only missed 2 points (for no apparent reason) on my "accurately fictional" story, so now it's 5 W credits down and 5 to go. Looks like I'll graduate after all!
Yesterday was proof that the Metro system and I still don't fully understand each other. Getting to REI was no problem (once you get past the fact that , but the joke was on Pete (farm boy) for thinking I (inept city girl) was knowledgeable enough to navigate. Someday Metro, I will conquer you, and all of your commuting goodness. At least my Nalgene bottle has a lid again.
What's better than 2 wonderful people calling at 1:30 am? Them showing up at the door an hour later, of course. Nick-o-laus and Anhydride are troopers. It was like a pajama party. But I was the only one in pajamas. Next time we'll have a real pajama party. :)
As of last weekend, it is truly official: I hate shopping. I hate trying on clothes. So what do I do? Buy jeans that I have yet to try on, and that weren't the right fade to begin with. I'm hopeless. But I did get a girly pair of shoes (light blue with a little white flower) that make me happy. Sometimes I scare myself. This is definitely one of those times.
As if my sister culturing me by going to the Frye wasn't enough (and it was highly enjoyable), we're going to see "The Secret In the Wings" at the Seattle Repertory Theater tonight. And tomorrow Emiley and I are going to the Museum of Glass.
Opening day in 12 days!!
...and I'm sorry I wasted your time. | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment  |
| You know when question #3 is on page 13 (of 16), question #1 is 50 points out of the 200, you don't actually know what #1a is asking, and the TA's warn you you have 7 minutes per page, it's definitely time to eject. God, worst effin' morning of my life.
I want to take a trip, far far away, where I can lose track of time, be carefree and have no responsibilities. I want to go where even the coldest night can be complimented with a blue otter pop, where I can feel sand between my toes and hear waves crash on the shore. I want to play catch, hike Mt. Si, go on a long drive, sit on a dock and drink a blackberry italian soda, go jogging, dance like Erlend dances, read "Tuesdays With Morrie," play pool with my sister. Talk to anyone about anything but enzymes or transition metals. Please, tell me something good, I've got nothin'.
And I really want to go golfing (despite the bruisage).
Actually I do have something: 45% of the dollar bills you will ever hold have been in stripper's G-string. Think about it. Oh, and no piece of paper can be folded more than 7 times.
Now I must return to my hole and study...sick. | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | "Slide" - Goo Goo Dolls | | Time: | 12:29 pm | | Current Mood: | relaxed...finally |
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| I just put in a cd mix made circa 1999. This should be good. Ay dios mio, I just used the word "circa."
( The fruit(s) of his labor )
On a brighter note, I love elderly couples. I ended up walking behind a couple on my way to U-Village last week. It was a crisp, clear night, and the moon was full. She was cold even though their arms were linked as they casually strolled. They stopped along the dimly lit path so he could give her his scarf. They momentarily blocked the way, apologized to me for doing so, but it honestly didn't matter. It was so sweet.
I'm good at being confused, it just comes naturally. Besides, it's the one look I can pull off.
Here's something that has disaster written all over it: I've agreed to take golf lessons. 7 of them. Just when I thought there couldn't possibly be another way to embarrass myself...
So I started this entry last night, but as usual, I became distracted. Actually, LJ was a distraction from what I was really doing (sequencing DNA for my biochem project..or at least, trying) so I was distracted from my distraction. Sad. The last two weeks have been absolute hell, at work and at school; I've never felt so overwhelmed. But to unwind before tackling the next round of papers and homework, the zoo called. It was a bit chilly, which meant the lemurs weren't active (surprise, surprise), but at least there was blue sky. It's always been tough to pick a favorite, but I especially enjoyed the toucans and wallaroos this time. Oh but I love the giraffes and zebras. And leopards, jaguar, and monkeys. And the penguins and ocelot. They need to get a panda and some koalas. They'd be on my list, too. We went to dinner at the Rusty Pelican Cafe, where I learned a Monte Cristo sandwich (french toast with ham, turkey, cheese, and jam) is actually a delicious creation.
I'm making pancakes for dinner tonight!
I've got nothing worthwhile to say. Toodle-oo. | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | "One By One All Day" - The Shins | | Subject: | oh inverted world | | Time: | 12:21 pm | | Current Mood: | busy |
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| This is old news, but come August a former clustermate will be tying the knot! Not someone 24 or 25, but a friend fresh off of her 21st birthday. I feel so old, but the thing is...I'm really not. Getting married just seems to be the thing to do this month. A few other girls from high school are marching down the aisle in the very near future, too. It's madness. Hey, I'm married too- on Facebook.
Facebook has lost its gusto. As Katie put it, she's "going to be the Fonzie of the apartment" for not having a profile. But only if she keeps the Happy Days references coming.
This week has been absolute hell. Next week isn't looking good either. I've been a pretty lousy friend, daughter, and roommate for being so distant in my stress bubble; forgive me, hopefully I'll make it through next week. I just remembered I register on Tuesday. I'm pretty sure the classes I need to take give priority to graduating seniors. That's a lie, I actually don't know what classes I plan on taking. Besides biochem, at 8-fucking-30 am.
Everytime I go home, everyone has so much to fill me in on. My aunt's getting married (again, 'tis the season), my sister (along with 14 others from Newport) is a national merit finalist, she got into UW, she tells me Mrs. Evans (former Ms. Johnson) is having another kid and Mr. Smail is going to father twins, my dad's parking spot at work has been getting filled with garbage bags (he sent pictures) only to learn the light rail system will run through it, my mom is still an iron woman, and we now have a pool table. But what news do I ever have for them? It's always the "school is school and work is work" story. I'll have something amazing to tell them someday.
Hopefully Friday's midterms went well, but as always, what a time crunch. My ESS TA gave us our papers back. I should be glad mine wasn't covered in red pen, I must be writing exactly what needs to be written. All he wrote was "good work, just make sure it's 10 pages with 16 definitions by the end." Maybe because I wrote it half-heartedly, not trying, that I deserve some sort of constructive criticism or maybe some additional pointers on the direction of my plot. Ah well, 6 more pages, here we go.
I was at Barnes & Noble the other day, and I ended up in the graphic design section. I ended up looking at this book about CD art for awhile, and I remembered how much I wanted to do that for a living. Music is art. Art is music. You can't go wrong, it's the best of both worlds. But it seems to me a lot of bands these days take care of their own graphics, and I don't blame them- they have a vision, the music is their creation, and they are the ones who can probably best express their ideas. But it's always interesting to hear, or see, peoples' interpretations of certain songs and emotions from said songs. The marketing and advertising aspects, which essentially go hand in hand, aren't so much appealing to me, but rather the creative process involved. And then I thought, "but I'm majoring in biochem." And I'm going to solve crimes, dang it.
As I was sitting on the floor in this fantastic aisle of photography, architecture, and art books, a worker over the intercom announced "attention b&n workers, we have a customer looking for 'The Meaning of Life.'" Everyone chuckled and said something along the lines of "who isn't?" Anyways, later the same worker calls over the intercom, "would the customer looking for 'The Meaning of Life' please come to the information desk?" I bet there was a good turnout.
I should feel relieved the week is over...but I'm not. I should be able to sleep well...but I can't. I want to say so much more...but I don't know where to begin. | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Glycerine - Bush | | Subject: | A new plan B | | Time: | 06:04 pm | | Current Mood: | seriously, who does that? |
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| Brandi might not know this (or maybe she already does because we can be telepathic like that), but April 24th is going to be a great night. Not as memorable as the U2 show (coincidentally on the same night) would be, but special nonetheless.
...but what if, by some miracle, I have a U2 ticket opportunity...do I risk being "double booked"?
On a different note, a guy in ESS sat by me today and asked if he made out with me at a party this weekend: "Umm, no." "Oh okay, thanks." "No problem." "That would have been kinda funny if it was you." "Oh yeah?" "Yep, because I never get to know any of the girls-" And then the bell rang. Thank god.
It took me less time to walk home than it does to wait for the bus. At least comfortable shoes are all I own.
I got milk today (one item Safeway actually had in stock). Now I don't have to eat my cheerios in class out of a ziploc bag like I did when I was 5. Little Lori's growing up. | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Lemony Snicket isn't the only one with a series of unfortunate events.
On Wednesday I finally learned why ESS is a "writing" class, but I never dreamed it'd come in the form of a 10-page, 1.5 spaced, accurately-fictional (think about it) yet completely original article. So, my little space cadets, who wants to go on a "mission"? I'm waiting for the creative juices to start flowing any minute now. Any minute...blech.
Thursday 'twas the night before biochem midterm #1 and all through the apartment...I was stressed.
Friday's motto was, "don't believe in miracles, rely on them." Nick's and my conversation after the test was definitely rated PG-13 for language (and sexual humor, but that was completely biochem unrelated). Later that afternoon, Katie broke the bad news to me: Keith Urban's show sold out and we couldn't get tickets. To rub it all in, "Somebody Like You" was on when I turned the shower radio on. But Friday wasn't a complete waste. The Erin's, Katie, and I went to a dance performance in Meany after dining at The District Lounge. *sigh* I'm a young'un.
This sob story came to an end (for now, at least) at about 11:45 am. I was there at 11 am, I "refreshed" the page incessantly, I was there when the new date was posted, I even came back when you said "we're sorry, ticket access is limited. Please try again later." Katie and I have a couple Plan B's: a) fly to San Sebastian and see them on my birthday (good, in theory), or b) sit at home and watch their concert on DVD (feasible, but a reminder of what we should be experiencing live). Well, I guess now I won't have to worry about having a midterm the next day.
At least Jazz Alley is affirmative tonight! | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Despite the fact that I have a million other school-related things to do, I figure the least I can do is end this online hiatus. I looked at the date of my last entry and after blankly staring at my calendar I thought, "what the hell have I been up to?" I definitely know I've been busy, even to the point where Brandi (I think) told me I sounded stressed. The only other time I've been told that is freshman year in McCarty by Erin and Katie. Yes, I remember that night.
To the best of my recollection since January 10th, I have: been to 3 concerts, made $5 for wearing the best hat ever, attended a 1 hour extra-curricular lecture titled "Lord of the Rings: The Cassini-Huygens Mission," spent at least 10 hours in Odegaard in the span of 2 days, 4.0ed the chem midterm, talked about which kitchen appliance would be the scariest if it came alive, finished only 1 NY Times crossword puzzle, had an estimated 14 cups of green tea, and watched 3 Disney movies (Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King).
Shame on me for not sitting on the couch when Heather and Tristan showed up. Guys, we all could have done better...
I had the hardest time falling asleep on Friday, but once I did I ended up waking up 3 hours later. Makes me wish I had never fallen asleep in the first place. McCarty had some long nights, but that was because college was new and it took time to adjust. But Friday was one of those nights where I had a million thoughts rushing through my mind and couldn't stop them. I remember thinking about school for a bit, and then eventually I thought about how gross it is when people don't wash their hands after they go to the bathroom. I also decided that my two favorite words are "unencumbered" and "serendipity." Maybe I've been drinking too much green tea, I don't know. Since I obviously wasn't going back to bed, I played around with my magnetic poetry kit and composed a haiku and two-thirds:
languid cry for sleep recall visions yet to be a flood of mad dreams
a moment in spring see them running through the rain
It's surprisingly hard to finish. I'd think of a line, but only be able to find half of the words. Anyways, 4 hours later I was at work on a Saturday. Paperwork hell is exaclty what I pictured it to be: a dark room with lots of file cabinets (some turned upside down), drawers overflowing with stuffed file-folders, a few broken and rusting office chairs, old binders scattered among the cabinets, and a cart. Well I didn't envision the cart, but it came in handy.
I partially thank (and blame) Katie for making me think more about majoring in biochem. There have been several quality talks about our options, but it all boils down to my indecision. It always does. I've got a new plan, an ambitious one.
I finally got ice cream and finally watched "Touching the Void." :) Thank you. | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Ashes - Embrace | | Subject: | laundry and stuff | | Time: | 04:36 pm | | Current Mood: | chipper |
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| So my clothes are done in the washer, but because I am kind by not throwing someone's clothes onto the table (and refuse to touch a mystery man's boxers) I'm just going to wait this one out. And I'm hoping it won't be another encounter with rude laundry boy. He won't be getting any more of my fabric softener sheets, that's for sure.
I just cleaned out my wallet and found one of the new US nickels. "New" in 2004, I suppose. So I'm a *little* behind times. All this time I thought only the quarters were going to be redesigned (fifty times). And I don't even like the picture on the back of it. Isn't it enough that the $20 bill is ugly??
Laundry in dryers...check!
2 more hours of '24' tonight, holy moly what a show. 24 more hours of proof that Jack Bauer is the man (and a hot one, no less). And as an added bonus, more commercials with Catherine Zeta-Jones since T-Mobile is a sponsor. My eyes aren't sparkling...yet.
Laundry out of the dryers...check! And I made a new friend- Matt of Building 8 but originally from Woodinville. Woodinville! He gets the coveted title of "nice laundry boy." | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Blonde On Blonde - Nada Surf | | Subject: | "lab" | | Time: | 03:53 pm | | Current Mood: | intellectually unfulfilled |
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| I spent 45 minutes of my day watching ice melt.
I should have gone to lunch. | comments: Leave a comment  |
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