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| 03:56am 02/03/2006 |
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i think that drinking three caffeinated drinks at night within a few hours of each other might have been silly. especially since i regularly drink one cup of coffee in the morning, and no other caffeine-containing drinks ever. Anyway, I think i'm pulling my first all nighter, since i have a breakfast date with Annie at 8:30, classes from 9-12, and I'm not tired at all. I am, for the first time at college, vaguely wishing I were home, but it's only because I really want to go for a run, and I'm somehow not quite comfortable going for a jog at 4AM in Hyde Park. Now that I think of it, I only had two cups of tea, so it's probably just the return of insomnia.
what's lame is that i haven't managed to finish my bio lab still, because i realized after a little while that i would have ages to do it, so I put it down. oh well. |
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| probably pretty accurate i guess. still stupid |
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| 02:49am 15/02/2006 |
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mood:  distracted music: pine leaf boys
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| Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real" | 
You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.
You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.
Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)
Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic
What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays
Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get |
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| 10:41pm 30/01/2006 |
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mood:  vastly amused music: john carty
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Essay prompt: We have discussed how for Goethe striving is the great paradox of the human condition. ...
Thesis statement: ... it is ultimately neither a paradox, nor a statement of the human condition.
I was just sort of writing, thinking "ok, this is going well. I can defend this." And then I looked at the screen and was totally gobsmacked to discover I'd decided to deny everything in the prompt. |
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| 12:54pm 20/12/2005 |
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i don't really have anything to say, except i just had a dream that it was too late in the year to get a job for the summer. i'm a bit annoyed at my subconscious for stressing me out unnecessarily early. |
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| This is the branch of mathematics known as "logic"... |
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| 01:01pm 15/11/2005 |
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mood:  studious
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Yesterday in math class I learned that p=> p (p implies p.)
Proof:
(p=>((p=>p)=>p))=>((p=>(p=>p))=>(p=>p)) by Axiom 2
p=>((p=>p)=>p) by Axiom 1
(p=>(p=>p))=>(p=>p) By Modus Ponens
p=>(p=>p) by Axiom 1
p=>p by Modus Ponens
QED
Conclusion: math is silly. I have a midterm tomorrow. |
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| 07:24pm 07/11/2005 |
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mood:  confused and amused music: "amazing irish chick" - Mo Ghile Mear
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so i have a secret crush on one of the guys who washes dishes at the dining hall. but sadly the one time we talked when he wasn't behind the wall was a bit weird. i mean i guess it's all a bit weird anyway so whatever.
i went out to a session last night and met a guy from DePaul, also a freshman, originally from Cleveland, very good guitar player. I was drinking water because now the Burren incident and subsequent jokes from everyone in the Boston irish scene have pushed me either into sobriety or public legality. somehow i think it's more of the second one and less of the first. but anyway, i was drinking water in a pub and he was like "are you underage?" and i was like "yeah, are you 21?" and he was like "no," as he drank his beer, and i was like "oh, do they not really care here?" and he was like "no, do you want a drink?" (this wasn't the beginning of our conversation, and he'd already offered to get me one once when i got my water, and he did look pretty disappointed when i got water, but anyway.) and i was like "yeah.. i got banned from a pub in boston for drinking, so i haven't been drinking in pubs here" blah blah etc. point is, i felt like he was really judging me and not very favorably. he was definitely judging me on my choice of drink too, but i'm used to that because coors light is such a white trash drink that i have to take crap for it anytime i'm around people under the age of twenty five and in the mood to drink it. then we were talking and he said he went to DePaul and I was like "oh yeah, i go to uchicago" and he said "i hear that's a lot of fun." and i didn't really know what to say. i mean, i enjoy it, and i was like it's not that bad i mean we're partying thursday, friday, saturday, and i'm out tonight. and he just gave me a look, and i was like.. you're partying monday tuesday wednesday thursday... and he was like yeah. and i live with six dubliners, and our conversation just sort of continued in a similar vein to that and i felt like he was being cold and judgemental and whatever, but then when i finished my beer (which i drank quickly because as tige knows, i tend to knock drinks back when i'm in the mood to drink, especially something like coors. i wish more people would be "gobsmacked" though), he just got up and came back a few minutes later with another one without asking me or anything, and the other guy who was there with me actually commented afterwards that this guy seemed to "really like me" i think was the phrase, and he's going to play my gig with me whenever i get that shit sorted out, so we swapped numbers, and i'm overall confused and i don't know what to think. Hannah thinks he's just bad at flirting, but the drink buying was so smooth i'm not sure. although, he did grow up in a pub, so he would know that etiquette well. for those curious about what he looks like, his name is jim stamper and he's on facebook. definitely pretty good looking, although also not quite my type. hm. also a couple of you should call me, or maybe i'll call you. tristan, we need to hang out over christmas break, bitch! i doubt you're reading my lj.
in other news, i suck because i didn't call my brother last night to wish him a happy birthday, so i just called him and pretended that i meant to call him today since nobody would be saying anything special today and they have been for the past two days. anyway, he opened his present from my grandmother and she had given him a keychain with a broken thermometer on it and a magnet with a picture of herself, followed by a card with another picture of herself tucked inside. she hasn't topped her headless barbie gift yet, but those are pretty lousy presents
i've discovered a pattern in my entries: they come every time i should be doing something else. |
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| 12:28am 24/10/2005 |
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because i was silly enough to reply to an entry and because i received a sweet response:
Leave me a comment and...
1. I'll respond with something random i like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal |
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| 07:48pm 26/09/2005 |
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on another note, i need to be less of a drunk. and i got asked on a date by a really attractive guy i met at a jewish frat party the other night, but i turned him down.
EDIT: the student care center here has announced that if each house votes in a person for the position, they will provide enough condoms to that person for everyone in the house with only minimal safe sex discussions. haha best school ever |
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| 08:13pm 11/05/2005 |
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music: paddy taylor and peadar mercier
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i got two extra tickets, so liora, kay, my brother and I all went to the sox game. the seats were awesome. i could practically count the curls in manny's head from where we were. we won with a two run homer by varitek in the bottom of the ninth after foulke let the score go from 4-1 to 4-5 in the top of the ninth. you should all be properly jealous. people three seats away from me on both sides caught balls, which gives you an idea of where i was, although it was vaguely maddening.
can't decide between playing music now or writing essays as i should be doing..i actually feel like doing the latter which is probably a bad sign about my state of exhaustion. sex and the city at 10, bed and 6 days of school left |
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| 04:54pm 10/05/2005 |
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BOX SEAT SOX TICKETS FOR 1:00 TOMORROW!!! |
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| 06:48pm 03/05/2005 |
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mood:  good music: Liz Carroll - The Hatchlings/ The Long Bow
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so after spending an hour on jigs in my lesson yesterday George was like "ok, play me a reel we'll work on hornpipes next time" and then i played it and he goes "actually, i have nothing to say..."
then afterwards i went out to a session with him and emily and martin and played really well. despite having to spend $3 in highway fare [!], and not chillin with someone i wanted to see, it was a really good night.
the BC calc ap this morning sucked but it could have been worse and since i didn't care i'm not worried about it. my mother excused me for the rest of the day and phot, james, reggie and I all went out to lunch then i came home and slept for many too many hours. now i'm off to a session in ashland to see if it's improved since i was last there
On a very important side note, I'm getting really excited for Chicago and somehow managing to fend off all my doubts at least until i visit and have them proven. i don't even care about the waiting list anymore, although if i get in to Brown i'll go there.
also, how do you hear when something's on the early/late side of the beat? i can't really hear it and i can't figure out how to do it |
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| MOST RECENT REASONS WHY MOLLY NEEDS A BEATING AND I'M THE ONE TO DO IT |
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| 04:36pm 19/04/2005 |
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mood:  aggravated
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( DRAMA )
I'm really just posting all this to make myself not send back pissy variations of grow up/ shut the fuck up/ stop being a fucking martyr. i wish she were here right now because i think she could really use a beating and i would like nothing better. she's lucky that she's smart enough to realize if she pulls this shit to my face i'll punch her out, but i can't help hoping one of these days she'll do this in person instead of over aim or email so that she can enjoy a really sweet long-deserved slap |
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| 04:11pm 01/04/2005 |
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mood: wtf man
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WESLEYAN REJECTED ME! i'm sort of in shock, and a bit pissed off. i definitely thought i'd get in there. what were they thinking, really? I would accept me.
anyway, i got in to uchicago at least, so i now have two choices. mr. cino told me that my test scores are too good for my grades and colleges might have been comparing me unfavorably to other people with the same grades but lower scores, which would be lame. anyway, all the drama's almost over now. just waiting for brown sometime in may or june. i think i'm going to be a ho and bombard them with letters about how great i am. hopefully they'll be wanting hookers and actually read about how cool i am. |
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| 06:04pm 22/03/2005 |
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mood: missing people
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If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought? Post your reply, then post this in your LJ and find out what my answer would be. |
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| 03:09pm 22/03/2005 |
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mood: pleased music: randal bays - out of the woods
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Macalester College offered me their $3,000/year DeWitt Wallace scholarship for academic achievement and general coolness. |
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| st. paddy's in review |
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| 05:36pm 18/03/2005 |
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mood: ill, but chill
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limited myself to one illegal beer at the bar since i was driving. [that's right motherfuckers, i'm downright responsible] almost got my fiddle broken in a fight, but i managed to save it. consequently, only myself, my fiddle case, and my coat were covered in spilt beer and broken glass. everything smells like shit now. the people i stayed over with were all born and bred irish so they took the day off and i took their "hoegaarden" beers. was up again and drunk today by 1. ah how i love it, this once a year day. got pickup attempts from lots of guys, all forms of "you're pretty cute" [surprised like] including "milk white breasts...best view i've seen in a long time. what time is it?" [looking down my shirt, with his wife there no less. i pity the woman.]
absolute worst line attempt ever came early in the night, scoring high on the pickup-failure chart. "do you have aol instant messanger? .... i guess it's a bit soon for me to be askin you for it..." meanwhile i'm like...wtf you want my aim you can have it, it's not like we're going anywhere when that's as proactive as you can get. he looked like a big overgrown lump who should have been holding a big club and beating bears with it but was just spilling beer everywhere instead. lovely music, $300, more books to read, an invitation to a dinner of fine cuisine, and feeling really too laquered to do anything ever again were the end results. staying in with my mum tonight for the first time in a week cuz i can barely bring myself to move. beer weight put on in the last week i'll estimate at about 3 lbs which is a fuckin lot considering i've eaten next to nothing. stay off the booze, kiddies. hope everyone's high holidays were lovely |
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| 10:10pm 15/03/2005 |
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mood: uncomfortable music: wrigley sisters - mither o' the sea
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i had a lovely tea with samantha monday, then set dancing, then music, then i stayed over sean's, then i spent today at BC. i feel like i haven't been home in about a year.
from helena at the burren monday night:
So there was a guy like and he wanted to get married but he really wanted to marry a virgin, so he went to a guy in the town and said "i'd like to marry a girl, but she has to be a virgin and have some money." and the man said "alright, i have just the girl for you" and he brought over this young woman with a thousand pounds. the first man was like..."mm that's pretty good, but i think i want someone with more money." so he went home, and the other guy went off trying to find him someone with more money.
the next day, the other man says "oh i've found you this great girl...five thousand pounds." and the first man thinks that that's getting better, but he still thinks he can get more.
finally, a few days later, he gets introduced to this girl who has ten thousand pounds. and he thinks that's great like, so he asks her "have you still got your virginity" and she says "no, but i've still got the original box it came in." |
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