Weird things are happening now that I live in an apartment:
-I clean all the time now. Unfortunately it doesn't look like it from the appearance of everything. I take into consideration that I still have more of an affinity toward throwing things around than cleaning them, but that doesn't mean that I don't clean MORE now than I used to. I don't think my roommates are even aware that I've cleaned the toilet twice since we've been here, and yes, we have been here for less than 2 months. Do you even own a toilet bowl scrubber?
-I like to cook. What I cook may be bland. It may not be fancy. But it's good and I enjoy it. I'd rather defrost some chicken, throw some seasonings and grill it and melt cheese on it than cook up some macaroni and cheese. I feel more accomplished.
-Living with people in an apartment is completely different from having a roommate. We have more of a home now than I had last year. And what comes with that is that we each have our own ways of doing things that we've grown up with that we sort of clash. Like I say dirty dishes go into a tub with hot soapy water so that they don't just accumulate in the sink. Others say, have them accumulate then fill the entire sink with hot soapy water. I still can't seem to wrap my head around that one, but that's what I've always done, so my way seems strange to others.
-I hate not being able to control the temperature of this place, especially in my room. I do not understand why my room is always several (NOTICEABLE) degrees colder than the rest of the apartment. When I say noticeable, I'm not making things up. I have had several people vouch for me that my room is, in fact, the coldest. What I can't seem to understand is why that happens when I keep my room door open all day. You would assume that the heat would flow among all the rooms. I'm considering talking to the Ghostbusters about some possible spiritual happenings that may or may not be occurring in my bedroom and whether or not this has an effect on the frigid climate.
This is all for now.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Syracuse Adventure: Pastabilities
I understand that a lot of people have been to Pastabilities before, but last night was a first-time opportunity for me.The other day was my birthday and my friends and I decided to go out for a special dinner--we decided on a carbo-load---and OH what an experience.
It wasn't too difficult to get to. From Main Campus, it is easy for students to take either the Warehouse Route or Connective Corridor bus downtown, conveniently near Armory Square and the restaurant.
It's a large restaurant, much larger than it appears from the outside. However Pastabilities is a local favorite and can get very busy, so it is recommended that you get a reservation for during the week, or arrive early on the weekend when they don't accept reservations.
My friends and I, a group of 7, arrived around 5:30 and were seated within 5 minutes.
The menu is a little limited. I was expecting a few more dishes to be offered, and was disappointed that there wasn't much more to choose from. But the choices they did have all seemed enticing. Everyone in my party wound up getting something different and enjoying it greatly.
The portions were large, but not unmanageable. I hate when you go to a restaurant and can't even fathom how they expect you to finish the dish in front of you within a week. I was only able to eat half of my Seafood Marinara before I started feeling full. Had I not eaten so much bread beforehand, I probably could have eaten almost all of the pasta.
The pasta was excellent, as I would expect. My meal came with scallops, which were so delicious!
The one thing that did surprise me was the bread. I was a little disappointed that the bread they serve is not warm. However, instead of butter or oil being served with it, a slightly spicy, warm tomato sauce was served and it was just so good!
The prices for the meals were steep, but not astronomical. Expect about a $15 charge per plate, plus anything else you order.
I will definitely going back sometime soon. My eyes are set on some their other dishes.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Vodka is the Best Stuff on Earth
Here's the proof that vodka is probably the most useful stuff on earth.
When reading, please disregard the fact that in many instances, vodka is used as a cleaning agent, which isn't a good sign about our consumption of it.
My particular favorite is the fact that you can use it to clean up vomit. Hopefully, by the time you need it for that purpose, you still have some in the bottle. I also think that it's ironic that the probable cause of the vomit is also the cleaner.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Pale IS the new tan
At least Dita Von Teese Says so.
A lot of girls spend hours and hours, not to mention so much money, on getting that perfect "sexy" tan. You know, that perfect tan that will make all the boys go oooh, and other girls wish they could have. You could equate the sexiness of a perfect summer tan to the sexiness of burlesque dancing.
Because every guy wags his tongue at Dita Von Teese, and girls wish they could move and seduce like her.
Except Dita Von Teese is very anti-tan.
She avoids the sun at all costs, knowing the danger it can be. The ultra-seductive woman doesn't just stop at a good sunblock and a wide-brim hat, which she mysteriously makes fashionable. No, the temptress goes as far as bringing UV-proof curtains with her where ever she goes. She avoids foods that act as catalysts for the sun, and she won't even use hotel pools during the day.
This lady is devoted to avoiding the sun. With good reason too. Von Teese knows that gravity and time will inevitably take its toll on her body eventually. She doesn't want to accelerate nature though.
"My worst fear is looking down and seeing brown, wrinkly cleavage. It will get white and wrinkly, but there is no need to rush it," she says.
Meaning, Dita Von Teese is my new heroine. =)
Maybe I'll find more of these vixens that support my cause in life: making pale beautiful.
A lot of girls spend hours and hours, not to mention so much money, on getting that perfect "sexy" tan. You know, that perfect tan that will make all the boys go oooh, and other girls wish they could have. You could equate the sexiness of a perfect summer tan to the sexiness of burlesque dancing.
Because every guy wags his tongue at Dita Von Teese, and girls wish they could move and seduce like her.
Except Dita Von Teese is very anti-tan.
She avoids the sun at all costs, knowing the danger it can be. The ultra-seductive woman doesn't just stop at a good sunblock and a wide-brim hat, which she mysteriously makes fashionable. No, the temptress goes as far as bringing UV-proof curtains with her where ever she goes. She avoids foods that act as catalysts for the sun, and she won't even use hotel pools during the day.
This lady is devoted to avoiding the sun. With good reason too. Von Teese knows that gravity and time will inevitably take its toll on her body eventually. She doesn't want to accelerate nature though.
"My worst fear is looking down and seeing brown, wrinkly cleavage. It will get white and wrinkly, but there is no need to rush it," she says.
Meaning, Dita Von Teese is my new heroine. =)
Maybe I'll find more of these vixens that support my cause in life: making pale beautiful.
Freshman Year: Check
My laundry is done for the most part. I've been collecting my books and cleaning dishes. I'm trying to decide what I can live for without a week and trying to figure out the ideal time to unplug my mini fridge.
It's the end of the semester, and I have to say that it's weird that I'm getting ready to move back to NJ. Syracuse isn't just where I go to school anymore. I live in Syracuse. Nine out of 12 months a year I now spend in New York state.
I think about what life in NJ is going to be like this summer. It'll be weird having my own room again. When I went home on breaks, I went with a lot of laundry, my computer, and more or less a bag of things I'd need for the weekend, 7 days, or month. It was never a permanent situation. I more or less had to rummage through bags to find things. But when I go home this time, I will be unpacking. All my clothes will go into drawers, my closet, or into storage until I need them again in the fall.
I won't have a pile of bags or boxes in my room that remind me that I'll be leaving the state in a matter of hours, days
, or weeks.
And yes, that does make me a bit sad. While I've been living in Syracuse for a year now, I don't really know the city yet.
Anne and I resolved to explore the city more next year. We'll take the warehouse bus or connective corridor bus and walk around the city, browsing the boutiques and side stores and trying new restaurants. I live in a beautiful city and I intend on exploring it.
Hackettstown, on the other hand, is a small town that doesn't really have much going on. I know what's there and there's really nothing too fun or exciting to do. In order to do something new, I need to drive, which isn't a problem, except money. Gas is so expensive (although the good thing about living in NJ is that you have some of the cheapest gas prices around), and my car isn't exactly a hybrid or energy efficient car.
What I'm looking forward to this summer:
Seaside Heights and the Jersey Shore: Sure, NJ has a bad reputation for being a classless, dirty place, but it really is nice. I love going to the beach. It's such a quintessential summer environment and the ocean is so different and can be way more fun than a backyard pool. Then there's the boardwalk. Your nose is hit with a combination of saltwater, pizza, cheesesteaks and seafood, with a hint of alcohol wherever you go. Bright lights flash as you pass by the endless lines of carnival games, and you see hilarious tee shirts with obscene comments hanging up outside little shops. You hear a mixture of music coming from th
e nearest bars, restaurants, shops, and game areas. It's enough to cause a migraine, but instead, the combination gives you a rush.
I love rides, but when I go down the shore I usually go on only one. I bypass the smaller rides for the $20/ride thrills. I figure, why go small when you can go all the way. I've done the skyscraper, and I've done the slingshot several times. This summer I plan on mustering all my courage to finally take the plunge. I will go on the "Sky Dive," where I'll swing out and over the ocean, screaming my head off, feeling as though I might be able to fly.
Earning Money: I've made a little bit of money this past semester thanks to Campus Catering. However, the summer provides the chance for me to earn lots and lots of cash to spend on activities, souvenirs, and gas this summer as well as get a financial basis for next year. I want to work at least 2 jobs, which will take up a lot of time, but in the long run, it's what I need.
Things to Dread this summer:
Living with my Parents: I've been more or less on my own for the past year. Don't get me wrong, I'm no where near independent of my parents, but I have been the one solely responsible for my academics (I didn't need to hear "How's the homework situation ONCE"), eating balanced meals (and with the exceptions of a few bowls of Reese's Puffs here and there, I've done pretty well), and getting to sleep (maybe I'm still perfecting that responsibility, but hey it's college). But going home, my parents will take the reins in my life again. I'll have to ask permission to go places again. I'll have a curfew again. I'll have their nagging that I should probably do something for my academics. I will no longer be a young adult. I will return to the life of a child, one that never makes his or her decisions and must make sure to do exactly as her parents say.
Missing Friends from School: It's weird to think that most of my friends will be scattered throughout the lower 48, and one will be almost halfway across the Pacific Ocean.
It's the end of the semester, and I have to say that it's weird that I'm getting ready to move back to NJ. Syracuse isn't just where I go to school anymore. I live in Syracuse. Nine out of 12 months a year I now spend in New York state.
I think about what life in NJ is going to be like this summer. It'll be weird having my own room again. When I went home on breaks, I went with a lot of laundry, my computer, and more or less a bag of things I'd need for the weekend, 7 days, or month. It was never a permanent situation. I more or less had to rummage through bags to find things. But when I go home this time, I will be unpacking. All my clothes will go into drawers, my closet, or into storage until I need them again in the fall.
I won't have a pile of bags or boxes in my room that remind me that I'll be leaving the state in a matter of hours, days
, or weeks.And yes, that does make me a bit sad. While I've been living in Syracuse for a year now, I don't really know the city yet.
Anne and I resolved to explore the city more next year. We'll take the warehouse bus or connective corridor bus and walk around the city, browsing the boutiques and side stores and trying new restaurants. I live in a beautiful city and I intend on exploring it.
Hackettstown, on the other hand, is a small town that doesn't really have much going on. I know what's there and there's really nothing too fun or exciting to do. In order to do something new, I need to drive, which isn't a problem, except money. Gas is so expensive (although the good thing about living in NJ is that you have some of the cheapest gas prices around), and my car isn't exactly a hybrid or energy efficient car.
What I'm looking forward to this summer:
Seaside Heights and the Jersey Shore: Sure, NJ has a bad reputation for being a classless, dirty place, but it really is nice. I love going to the beach. It's such a quintessential summer environment and the ocean is so different and can be way more fun than a backyard pool. Then there's the boardwalk. Your nose is hit with a combination of saltwater, pizza, cheesesteaks and seafood, with a hint of alcohol wherever you go. Bright lights flash as you pass by the endless lines of carnival games, and you see hilarious tee shirts with obscene comments hanging up outside little shops. You hear a mixture of music coming from th
e nearest bars, restaurants, shops, and game areas. It's enough to cause a migraine, but instead, the combination gives you a rush.I love rides, but when I go down the shore I usually go on only one. I bypass the smaller rides for the $20/ride thrills. I figure, why go small when you can go all the way. I've done the skyscraper, and I've done the slingshot several times. This summer I plan on mustering all my courage to finally take the plunge. I will go on the "Sky Dive," where I'll swing out and over the ocean, screaming my head off, feeling as though I might be able to fly.
Earning Money: I've made a little bit of money this past semester thanks to Campus Catering. However, the summer provides the chance for me to earn lots and lots of cash to spend on activities, souvenirs, and gas this summer as well as get a financial basis for next year. I want to work at least 2 jobs, which will take up a lot of time, but in the long run, it's what I need.
Things to Dread this summer:
Living with my Parents: I've been more or less on my own for the past year. Don't get me wrong, I'm no where near independent of my parents, but I have been the one solely responsible for my academics (I didn't need to hear "How's the homework situation ONCE"), eating balanced meals (and with the exceptions of a few bowls of Reese's Puffs here and there, I've done pretty well), and getting to sleep (maybe I'm still perfecting that responsibility, but hey it's college). But going home, my parents will take the reins in my life again. I'll have to ask permission to go places again. I'll have a curfew again. I'll have their nagging that I should probably do something for my academics. I will no longer be a young adult. I will return to the life of a child, one that never makes his or her decisions and must make sure to do exactly as her parents say.
Missing Friends from School: It's weird to think that most of my friends will be scattered throughout the lower 48, and one will be almost halfway across the Pacific Ocean.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Making Up for Spring Break
So I distinctly remember being disappointed by my first ever college spring break experience. I wanted warmth. I wanted sunshine. Instead, I was cold and it was rainy in New Jersey. But it seems as though my parents are making up for this sub-par experience by taking me to the Caribbean this summer. That's right. I will be leaving this wind tunnel on the 7th of May and getting on a direct flight to paradise on the 11th.
This is one of the pictures from the resort where I'll be staying-- La Casa del Mar. It's an all inclusive resort where I will spend my days on the beach or next to the infinity pool reading a book (of my choosing) and sipping margaritas and daquiris-- the drinking age is 18, and my mom has already agreed that I will be allowed to drink.
Not too shabby, eh?
Well before I get to spend a glorious week in the gorgeous Caribbean, I have to get through this semester. I feel rather unmotivated to do my work. I feel even less motivated to write for student publications.
I've written several articles for the Daily Orange. I haven't been very happy with 2 of them--my first story and my last story, but what really doesn't help is this one nagging pain-in-the-ass who's this terribly critical and terribly condescending person.
I feel as though I don't even want to write for Daily Orange because I don't want to go in there where I know my story will get ripped apart. Such harsh criticism with absolutely no hint that your work is even a little satisfactory kills creativity. Meaning--my creativity is hanging on for dear life right now.
My allergies are bugging me. I was at the gym yesterday and my sinuses were hurting and my throat is sore--it doesn't help to be around people who seem to think chain smoking is a varsity sport--I am particularly efficient in finding the people who are going for the championship.
I've decided that I will start talking to people from home more. I'm tired of not being in contact with those people. I do miss them and can't wait to see them and hear about their exciting years.
I guess the truth is that I'm very terrible at keeping in touch with people. If you're not around me and I'm not in constant contact with you, I feel as though you have other more important things going on-- people to see, things to do, you know, other stuff.
But I'm going to make an effort in getting in touch again.
I think I'll feel a little less isolated this summer by doing this too.
Anyway, I have a test in an hour and since buses are obnoxious and such, I better get a move on.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Lesson: "Jack Shephard" does not a good movie make
Do you remember the days when you could go see a movie with whatever actor you thought hottest at the moment, and think that movie was spectacular.
It happened to me with Justin Timberlake in Model Behavior.
And Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic.-- except now he's become a really reputable actor.
And I thought it would happen with Matthew Fox in Vantage Point.
I've fallen in love with Jack Shephard on Lost because.... well, alright, he's sexy.
So, imagine my intrigue and excitement when I found out that my beloved Matthew Fox plays a major part in Columbia Picture's latest movie, Vantage Point.
Tonight I went to the theater with my parents expecting a well put-together action thriller that was intriguing from start to finish.
That didn't happen.
The storyline was amazing:
At the beginning of a Summit on Terror in Spain, there is an obvious threat on the PotUS (President of the United States). So a PotUS double fills in for the highly public and highly publicized event. Despite the high anxiety of previously shot secret serviceman, disaster strikes: The PotUS double is shot and injured, an explosion happens at a prestigious hotel, and the Plaza Mayor (where the summit even takes place) is blown up.
The story is told in flashbacks of several people who were there or central to the unfolding of all the events.
The makings of a truly amazing book.
A lot of the camera work was very bumpy-- to give the intense illusion of disaster and chaos. Instead, it just created nausea and a headache of a movie to watch.
I also understand that the flashbacks were an integral part of the movie, but I don't think it was necessary to show most of the actions that you just saw happen in reverse to give the idea of a flashback.
The purpose was to give the feeling of rewinding time. Instead, it just caused impatience. It would have been simpler and less headache-inducing had they done it a simpler way.
Reasons to love it:
The car chase: it was unrealistic like any good chase scene. Definitely fast, definitely intense.
Smoldering Matthew Fox playing a surprising role. He's not the hero that everyone is used to seeing him play on Lost.
Reasons to hate it:
Everything else. The camera work fails to do what it intends. The good plot line is terribly portrayed on film. Oh and quite a bit of predictability.
But I guess you can't expect a movie to actually show the U.S. in a losing position, so of course all bad guys die in the end.
Spring Break Vent
Drinking on the beach getting a fabulous tan and doing some hardcore partying at night.
Okay, so this has never been exactly my idea of a great spring break. I don't tan, burn, and partying would be painful as hell.
That said, I would love to be somewhere WARM for the break. I'm shivering in my house even under blankets. BRR
I'd also like to be somwhere with my friends and not with my parents. They're on my back about a lot of things. I had been looking forward to relaxing during this week off while getting things done but NO. She has to ruin this, doesn't she?
But I guess that's my life.
Or wait, it's not.
Because if it were my own life, I'd have at least a LITTLE bit of say about what I do everyday, but no, it seems like I have to make sure that what I want to do with my time is okay with everyone else. I'm sick of it.Oh and guess what! You don't have to be in contact with me 5 times a day. It's just UNNECESSARY! You're not my best friend-- by any stretch of the imagination. So just leave me alone. You're not someone I consider worth my time.
Yeah I needed to rant.
I'm beginning to see that this summer is going to suck. Hopefully I'll be working a lot of nights so that I don't have to deal with her as much.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Amore sucks
People have been saying it for years: MTV has gone down SO MUCH! But I think everyone has that one MTV show that she has to watch. Whether it's watching lives go down the drain on True Life, or screw ups say "I Do" on Engaged and Underage, or a "bisexual" girl go back and forth between men and women and eventually saying "No" to the best person on the show (Yes, I have a bit of a girl crush on Danni), MTV offers a little guilty pleasure for everyone.
But I can almost foresee the end of the "music" network. Shows are getting cheaper and trashier.
It's newest installment, That's Amore, is a hopeless plea for ratings. A cute little Italian boy--coincidentally the fun-loving and often picked-on Domenico-- has girls ruthlessly get down and dirty to win his affections.
Reasons to Love it:
There are times when it seems like Domenico isn't just a horny guy who wants some girls to parade around in skimpy clothes for him. Plus, his little accent is undeniably cute. (Come on, I'm only human)
Reasons to Hate it:
Most of the premise is about having bikini-clad girls with fake boobs, fake hair, and faker tans get messy and downright dirty.
Most of the girls want to be on TV and be labeled as the "bitch." I think Kim has the chance to have her OWN spin-off reality show. I wonder what the quirky little title will be.
Oh, and I'm not really sure why Domenico goes through all this when he's most obviously interested in Kathleen. DUH.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Food.Com
It's the end of the day. Ha, I'm not kidding anyone! The day has barely begun, but my energy level is certainly suffering. I'm sitting in Newhouse III, looking at the style book and the flyer that I should probably be going throI don't think I'm a big fan of where I'm sitting.. I've sat at this table before and I always feel like I'm cold. No matter what, it's a little too chilly for my likingugh, giving me an extra edge. But I'm not. I'm ranting in my blog because I'm tired and don't want to focus on what I HAVE to get done. There's a, for the most part empty, starbucks cup that only seemed to give me a sugar headache rather than the energy I needed.
I'm sitting at a table where I can see cars and walkers ass by the school on Waverly Street and can just make out people going up and down Marshall Street with what I can only assume is a cup of Starbucks coffee.
I'm busy today. I don't know if that's exactly true, but it certainly feels as though I have a lot to do. Maybe I'm not looking forward to the fact that I won't be back on South Campus (:home:) 9. And I still want to work out tonight. Meaning I won't have a chance to rest until 10 or 11. That's probably why I'm not sitting in Heroy trying to pretend like I'm actually learning anything in my Math class. So right now I have an hour to kill while I wait for Spanish class.
Mreh, I should have brought my book with me. I started to read The Other Boelyn Girl again last night and it was good! I had started to read it and have been reading a page or two whenever I get the chance....meaning I have not read pretty much at all. SO last night I had sometime and decided to read for 2 hours. It was good and I got quite a bit read. I can't wait until the movie comes out. First of all, I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE Scarlett Johannson. Second of all, I think it would be really interesting to see how she and Natalie Portman work together. I'm still bewildered that Scarlett plays a submissive docile role to Natalie's dominant headstrong role. I think Lara and I are going to go see it when it comes out seeing as she's read the book. It doesn't look like ti's going to be very good as far as being an adaptation, but that doesn't mean that it can't be a good movie.
I'm not really a fan of the table where I am. I seem to sit at this exact table a lot, but I always wind up feeling cold. There's something about it's location that just makes it drafty. I guess I could put a coat on, but ih. haha
I'm going through Kelina's iTunes right now because I pretty much have nothing else to do. Sad, right? Oh well. Actually I'm listening to a bunch of songs that se apparently has never listened to on her. Which feels kinda weird. I think I'm the only person in the world that would feel weird about that. But I feel as though I shouldn't listen to something on someone else's computer that they haven't listened to yet. Yeah, I know, I'm really retarded.
So I'm looking at this building that is either right on Marshall Street or right by it, and I'm looking at the to of it and I really want to have an apartment there. Is that weird too? Wanting to have a an apartment in a place that might not have apartments. Well, luckily for me, it looks like an apartment buildin. But I mean I guess the building in general looks nice. But I think I would just want to live at the top. I don't really know how to describe it, but it's looks really cool with little alcoves where the windows are. It's pretty. Probably really expensive seeing as it looks like it would be ridiculously huge. And it would be a pain in the ass to have to walk up what looks like 5 flights stairs. Maybe it has an elevator. And maybe, just maybe, I'll get off campus housing one year and I'll look into that building. It's got a pretty awesome location--right on Marshall Street, no more than 100 yards or so from the doors to Newhouse III with ample parking for it's tenants. Yeah, definitely wicked expensive. Well, maybe I'll find 4 people to share an apartment with so we can split the cost nicely.
Ah, 1/2 hour until Spanish.
Ugh, except last night didn't end nicely in my opinion. We started talking about the lives of people who are poorer than we are. Okay, fine. But those conversations go in the same direction. It becomes a competition for everyone--let's see who's the best humanitarian. "We just don't understand." "They have it so rough." "We're so spoiled." I feel like these are bold-faced lies not becuase of what they're saying--because it's all true-- but because they're still blind. Yes, we already know that we just don't understand the conditions in which these people must live. Yes, they do have it rough when they cannot afford food and clothing for themselves and their families. But more than that, the "We're so spoiled" is what bothers me. It's one thing to say it. That doesn't make you a noble. Because I'm sure that as soon as those students left that classroom, they pulled out their iPod or comparable mp3 player and/or cell phone without a second thought. The idea that anyone could not own an iPod or a computer with which to put music on the iPod is foreign. But why should it? Is an iPod really all that necessary? I mean, those people carry on happily enough without those earbuds bursting music that destroys both our hearing and our social connections. We are spoiled, but it goes beyond what people even realize. We're spoiled with the idea that what we have is necessary to have a good life.
I don't know what I would prefer. And for anyone that does actually read this, I'm not saying that people should give up these things. I know I wouldn't want to. I love my iPod. I LOVE my cell phone. But don't tell me that people around the world have it so bad and that we're so spoiled while you're texting someone. It'll rub me the wrong way.
I know that might not have made sense. It doesn't make that much sense to me just yet either. All I know is that I'm tired of talking about poverty. I'd rather go to Appalachia again or even go to another country and DO something for these people that we're talking about. I love doing that and I miss it.
Anyway this is all for now.
I'm sitting at a table where I can see cars and walkers ass by the school on Waverly Street and can just make out people going up and down Marshall Street with what I can only assume is a cup of Starbucks coffee.
I'm busy today. I don't know if that's exactly true, but it certainly feels as though I have a lot to do. Maybe I'm not looking forward to the fact that I won't be back on South Campus (:home:) 9. And I still want to work out tonight. Meaning I won't have a chance to rest until 10 or 11. That's probably why I'm not sitting in Heroy trying to pretend like I'm actually learning anything in my Math class. So right now I have an hour to kill while I wait for Spanish class.
Mreh, I should have brought my book with me. I started to read The Other Boelyn Girl again last night and it was good! I had started to read it and have been reading a page or two whenever I get the chance....meaning I have not read pretty much at all. SO last night I had sometime and decided to read for 2 hours. It was good and I got quite a bit read. I can't wait until the movie comes out. First of all, I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE Scarlett Johannson. Second of all, I think it would be really interesting to see how she and Natalie Portman work together. I'm still bewildered that Scarlett plays a submissive docile role to Natalie's dominant headstrong role. I think Lara and I are going to go see it when it comes out seeing as she's read the book. It doesn't look like ti's going to be very good as far as being an adaptation, but that doesn't mean that it can't be a good movie.
I'm not really a fan of the table where I am. I seem to sit at this exact table a lot, but I always wind up feeling cold. There's something about it's location that just makes it drafty. I guess I could put a coat on, but ih. haha
I'm going through Kelina's iTunes right now because I pretty much have nothing else to do. Sad, right? Oh well. Actually I'm listening to a bunch of songs that se apparently has never listened to on her. Which feels kinda weird. I think I'm the only person in the world that would feel weird about that. But I feel as though I shouldn't listen to something on someone else's computer that they haven't listened to yet. Yeah, I know, I'm really retarded.
So I'm looking at this building that is either right on Marshall Street or right by it, and I'm looking at the to of it and I really want to have an apartment there. Is that weird too? Wanting to have a an apartment in a place that might not have apartments. Well, luckily for me, it looks like an apartment buildin. But I mean I guess the building in general looks nice. But I think I would just want to live at the top. I don't really know how to describe it, but it's looks really cool with little alcoves where the windows are. It's pretty. Probably really expensive seeing as it looks like it would be ridiculously huge. And it would be a pain in the ass to have to walk up what looks like 5 flights stairs. Maybe it has an elevator. And maybe, just maybe, I'll get off campus housing one year and I'll look into that building. It's got a pretty awesome location--right on Marshall Street, no more than 100 yards or so from the doors to Newhouse III with ample parking for it's tenants. Yeah, definitely wicked expensive. Well, maybe I'll find 4 people to share an apartment with so we can split the cost nicely.
Ah, 1/2 hour until Spanish.
Ugh, except last night didn't end nicely in my opinion. We started talking about the lives of people who are poorer than we are. Okay, fine. But those conversations go in the same direction. It becomes a competition for everyone--let's see who's the best humanitarian. "We just don't understand." "They have it so rough." "We're so spoiled." I feel like these are bold-faced lies not becuase of what they're saying--because it's all true-- but because they're still blind. Yes, we already know that we just don't understand the conditions in which these people must live. Yes, they do have it rough when they cannot afford food and clothing for themselves and their families. But more than that, the "We're so spoiled" is what bothers me. It's one thing to say it. That doesn't make you a noble. Because I'm sure that as soon as those students left that classroom, they pulled out their iPod or comparable mp3 player and/or cell phone without a second thought. The idea that anyone could not own an iPod or a computer with which to put music on the iPod is foreign. But why should it? Is an iPod really all that necessary? I mean, those people carry on happily enough without those earbuds bursting music that destroys both our hearing and our social connections. We are spoiled, but it goes beyond what people even realize. We're spoiled with the idea that what we have is necessary to have a good life.
I don't know what I would prefer. And for anyone that does actually read this, I'm not saying that people should give up these things. I know I wouldn't want to. I love my iPod. I LOVE my cell phone. But don't tell me that people around the world have it so bad and that we're so spoiled while you're texting someone. It'll rub me the wrong way.
I know that might not have made sense. It doesn't make that much sense to me just yet either. All I know is that I'm tired of talking about poverty. I'd rather go to Appalachia again or even go to another country and DO something for these people that we're talking about. I love doing that and I miss it.
Anyway this is all for now.
Monday, January 21, 2008
First Week of Classes, Home Again?
I'm freaking out less about money. Willingly saying no to things that cost money is a lot easier than I had imagined. I applied to that job, but I still haven't heard from them...I should probably call or visit them again tomorrow to find out if I got the job. I'm kinda nervous because in this case, no news is probably bad news, right?
So, now that I'm done with going on and on about my finances, let me write a bit about my classes.
First class of the week is Geology. I'm actually not dreading the boredom of the lecture as much as I had been. I've realized that I know quite a few people in the lecture--like Karl and Tia from SkyMansion! The three of us are intent on doing well and taking good notes in lecture, but at the same time, we're not those creepy kids who sit front row center and get tense if we hear a SOUND other than the professor. Meaning, it'll be fun, and I'm not worried about not being able to focus.
Entonces, tengo espanol dos. Esta clase va a ser mas dificil que espanol uno pero no estoy preocupada. Conozco solo un amigo pero los estudiantes son simpaticos.
News Writing is going to be a good class. I was dreading this class because I've heard horror stories about it, but once I met my instructor, my nerves subsided a bit. Professor Sharp is a kind woman who is clear about what she wants and seems really helpful and open to ideas. However, I turn in my first story tomorrow and maybe I'll be venting about how horrible and mean she is next week when I get my story back, murdered with red ink. Tomorrow I also find out how I did on the grammar evaluation we took the first day of class. If I scored higher than an 80, it's not important that I go to the grammar slammer sessions every week, which doesn't fit into my schedule anyway. If I scored lower, than it is "highly recommended" that I attend the weekly sessions. Hopefully, my training from Mrs. R in 8th grade didn't fail me.
I feel as though I'm missing a class...
Oh! Elements of Modern Mathematics! This class is such a joke from as far as I can see right now. It's absolutely ridiculous how simple the math we're doing is. My friend AJ from SkyMansion is also in the class, and we are dumbstruck by the pace and manner in which the class is taught. But we figure OH WELL, we'd love to have a nice cushy math grade!
And then there is fencing! I love love love love the fact that I'm going to be doing fencing, even if it's very little. I really miss being able to go to all the practices and meets, and even though this class won't be anywhere near as intense as the Ps' practices, it'll still be something! I just wish it weren't only one night per week!
And of course, I wouldn't be back in Syracuse if I didn't feel that little pinch of sadness that comes from missing Gabriel. I know it's sad that it's only been a week and I miss him, but I like being able to see him all the time...or at least SOME times. I don't think this semester will be as tragically difficult as last semester was, but that doesn't mean that I'm not thinking about him and different things we could be doing. I hope I get to see him during this semester. I hope so sooo badly, but if it doesn't work out that way, I can't wait until the summer. =)
Can I just say that Syracuse doesn't feel the same as it did last semester? I feel as though some of the dynamic has changed. People have less of a presence, I'm seeing people differently, and some people have just kinda changed I think. I guess it was bound to happen. I mean everything seemed magically perfect last semester when everything was very new, even at the end of the semester. Now, this place and routine is old hat for us, and some of that shiny newness has rubbed off. I'm not saying that I'm unhappy here now, because that's not true for a second. I'm just feeling a little bit like I need to adjust again. I have a feeling that some of it is my fault. Once I get comfortable with something, I become more reserved and quiet. But I need to realize that if I change, than other things change. Dynamics change. But I can't always be that excited freshman, eager to make new friends and have a great time. I'm not saying that that was an act or that I wasn't being myself, but after awhile, I can't do it anymore and just want to be comfortable again, but something just doesn't seem completely right.
It's only the first week back though. I'm sure everything will sink into normality, and I'll feel at home once again.
So, now that I'm done with going on and on about my finances, let me write a bit about my classes.
First class of the week is Geology. I'm actually not dreading the boredom of the lecture as much as I had been. I've realized that I know quite a few people in the lecture--like Karl and Tia from SkyMansion! The three of us are intent on doing well and taking good notes in lecture, but at the same time, we're not those creepy kids who sit front row center and get tense if we hear a SOUND other than the professor. Meaning, it'll be fun, and I'm not worried about not being able to focus.
Entonces, tengo espanol dos. Esta clase va a ser mas dificil que espanol uno pero no estoy preocupada. Conozco solo un amigo pero los estudiantes son simpaticos.
News Writing is going to be a good class. I was dreading this class because I've heard horror stories about it, but once I met my instructor, my nerves subsided a bit. Professor Sharp is a kind woman who is clear about what she wants and seems really helpful and open to ideas. However, I turn in my first story tomorrow and maybe I'll be venting about how horrible and mean she is next week when I get my story back, murdered with red ink. Tomorrow I also find out how I did on the grammar evaluation we took the first day of class. If I scored higher than an 80, it's not important that I go to the grammar slammer sessions every week, which doesn't fit into my schedule anyway. If I scored lower, than it is "highly recommended" that I attend the weekly sessions. Hopefully, my training from Mrs. R in 8th grade didn't fail me.
I feel as though I'm missing a class...
Oh! Elements of Modern Mathematics! This class is such a joke from as far as I can see right now. It's absolutely ridiculous how simple the math we're doing is. My friend AJ from SkyMansion is also in the class, and we are dumbstruck by the pace and manner in which the class is taught. But we figure OH WELL, we'd love to have a nice cushy math grade!
And then there is fencing! I love love love love the fact that I'm going to be doing fencing, even if it's very little. I really miss being able to go to all the practices and meets, and even though this class won't be anywhere near as intense as the Ps' practices, it'll still be something! I just wish it weren't only one night per week!
And of course, I wouldn't be back in Syracuse if I didn't feel that little pinch of sadness that comes from missing Gabriel. I know it's sad that it's only been a week and I miss him, but I like being able to see him all the time...or at least SOME times. I don't think this semester will be as tragically difficult as last semester was, but that doesn't mean that I'm not thinking about him and different things we could be doing. I hope I get to see him during this semester. I hope so sooo badly, but if it doesn't work out that way, I can't wait until the summer. =)
Can I just say that Syracuse doesn't feel the same as it did last semester? I feel as though some of the dynamic has changed. People have less of a presence, I'm seeing people differently, and some people have just kinda changed I think. I guess it was bound to happen. I mean everything seemed magically perfect last semester when everything was very new, even at the end of the semester. Now, this place and routine is old hat for us, and some of that shiny newness has rubbed off. I'm not saying that I'm unhappy here now, because that's not true for a second. I'm just feeling a little bit like I need to adjust again. I have a feeling that some of it is my fault. Once I get comfortable with something, I become more reserved and quiet. But I need to realize that if I change, than other things change. Dynamics change. But I can't always be that excited freshman, eager to make new friends and have a great time. I'm not saying that that was an act or that I wasn't being myself, but after awhile, I can't do it anymore and just want to be comfortable again, but something just doesn't seem completely right.
It's only the first week back though. I'm sure everything will sink into normality, and I'll feel at home once again.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Oh god, I might have to be THAT kid...
So I'm broke. Broke broke. After paying close to $300 on books, I have less than $100 in my bank account. That's no good right? So I might have to be that person who calls up her parents to help her out financially. But, to be fair, my parents did offer to go half with me on my books. I declined at the time, telling them that I was going to try to get my books for cheaper online, but that hasn't happened. So maybe I'll have to call them and see if they're still willing to go half with me--it would be nice to have about $130 more in my account.
Also, I just went to apply for a job on campus today. I have to go to Steele Hall tomorrow to fill out the I-9 form before I can officially apply though. But if I get the job, I'd be earning $8.95/hr. At 8 hours per week, I'll be in much better shape than I am now. It'll be nice to see my account growing once again. Slowly, sure, but still growing, and at this point, that's all that matters right now. My goal is to have at the VERY LEAST $600 in my savings account and at least $150 in my checking account.
Man, I know this is a terribly boring entry, but sorry this is really boring. I AM the epitome of the poor college student.
It kind of sucks, but I also have to cash a $90 check.
I'm so used to having money. Ever since I've started to work, I haven't really had to ask my parents for money--with the exception of the month before states when my mom told me not to work. But that was her own damn fault haha.
This past summer especially, I was used to having the money. I was not only getting paid regularly, I was serving, so I was making really GOOD money and I had it in my pocket as soon as I left work. Sure, I was saving for college but at the same time I was able to go do things that I wanted to do, like go to the beach, go to Six Flags, and pay for exorbitantly high gas prices.
Oh, can I tell you right now that I'm already not looking forward to my math class, and I haven't even had a single class yet. UGH. I might as well make Blackboard my homepage because I know there will be a lot of announcements of new assignments-- already I've gotten several e-mails.
Also, I just went to apply for a job on campus today. I have to go to Steele Hall tomorrow to fill out the I-9 form before I can officially apply though. But if I get the job, I'd be earning $8.95/hr. At 8 hours per week, I'll be in much better shape than I am now. It'll be nice to see my account growing once again. Slowly, sure, but still growing, and at this point, that's all that matters right now. My goal is to have at the VERY LEAST $600 in my savings account and at least $150 in my checking account.
Man, I know this is a terribly boring entry, but sorry this is really boring. I AM the epitome of the poor college student.
It kind of sucks, but I also have to cash a $90 check.
I'm so used to having money. Ever since I've started to work, I haven't really had to ask my parents for money--with the exception of the month before states when my mom told me not to work. But that was her own damn fault haha.
This past summer especially, I was used to having the money. I was not only getting paid regularly, I was serving, so I was making really GOOD money and I had it in my pocket as soon as I left work. Sure, I was saving for college but at the same time I was able to go do things that I wanted to do, like go to the beach, go to Six Flags, and pay for exorbitantly high gas prices.
Oh, can I tell you right now that I'm already not looking forward to my math class, and I haven't even had a single class yet. UGH. I might as well make Blackboard my homepage because I know there will be a lot of announcements of new assignments-- already I've gotten several e-mails.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Harry Potter and some of my Syracuse Education
Dumbledore is a bad representative of the gay community. It’s a bad image.
Wait, what?
As a Time article recently explained, Dumbledore is not a good representative of the gay community because he is not very gay in the book series or the movies. He is characterized by a relationship-less life with an eerie relationship with a teenage boy. Not a healthy or positive that the role model that the queer community wants.
Because the overtly flamboyant, does-nothing-with-his-life, sex-driven image of Jack from Will and Grace—that’s POSITIVE.
I don’t think it’s fair to think that there’s going to be some ideal image of a queer person that every individual is going to be okay with, but I think that Dumbledore is a fine role model and image. Okay, so he’s not apparently gay in either the books or the movies. Who cares? Neither Professor McGonnagall nor Professor Snape is overtly heterosexual. In this hetero-normative world, people don’t care about people’s love lives…until they’re gay. Just as Sedgewick argues in her piece, Epistemology of the Closet, sexuality is private, until an individual is found to be queer. The fact that Dumbledore does not seem to have any love interest throughout the series or his special relationship with Harry did not raise too many eyebrows when he was believed to be straight. He is simply a powerful wizard who had dedicated his life to empowering young witches and wizards, especially one who proves to be highly important and special. But as soon as you factor in his sexuality, he suddenly becomes a pervert with a sick relationship with a pupil, or a weak gay role model because he doesn’t have any romantic relationships.
I am actually inclined that Dumbledore is a fine image for the queer community. He is a strong and distinguished individual who has only achieved amazing things.
Even more so I think it is a good image because there is lack of focus on his sexuality. I fear that people want to see a strong queer individual whose sexuality is pronounce and very public. But doesn’t that only highlight the idea that he is different? NOT normal? Maybe I have the wrong idea about this but I think it stresses the normalcy of queer sexuality. It forces people out of their hetero-normative ideals that you can’t automatically assume that someone is straight because his love life is private. It forces you to realize that you can’t assume anything about anyone. Everyone is individual and unique. Don’t assume. Who knows, Dumbledore is a very educated and philosophical man. He may have studied Foucault and just as Foucault refused to identify as gay or queer, Dumbledore realized the limitations of identifying himself and chose to live his life as himself, whomever he chose that to be.
Wait, what?
As a Time article recently explained, Dumbledore is not a good representative of the gay community because he is not very gay in the book series or the movies. He is characterized by a relationship-less life with an eerie relationship with a teenage boy. Not a healthy or positive that the role model that the queer community wants.
Because the overtly flamboyant, does-nothing-with-his-life, sex-driven image of Jack from Will and Grace—that’s POSITIVE.
I don’t think it’s fair to think that there’s going to be some ideal image of a queer person that every individual is going to be okay with, but I think that Dumbledore is a fine role model and image. Okay, so he’s not apparently gay in either the books or the movies. Who cares? Neither Professor McGonnagall nor Professor Snape is overtly heterosexual. In this hetero-normative world, people don’t care about people’s love lives…until they’re gay. Just as Sedgewick argues in her piece, Epistemology of the Closet, sexuality is private, until an individual is found to be queer. The fact that Dumbledore does not seem to have any love interest throughout the series or his special relationship with Harry did not raise too many eyebrows when he was believed to be straight. He is simply a powerful wizard who had dedicated his life to empowering young witches and wizards, especially one who proves to be highly important and special. But as soon as you factor in his sexuality, he suddenly becomes a pervert with a sick relationship with a pupil, or a weak gay role model because he doesn’t have any romantic relationships.
I am actually inclined that Dumbledore is a fine image for the queer community. He is a strong and distinguished individual who has only achieved amazing things.
Even more so I think it is a good image because there is lack of focus on his sexuality. I fear that people want to see a strong queer individual whose sexuality is pronounce and very public. But doesn’t that only highlight the idea that he is different? NOT normal? Maybe I have the wrong idea about this but I think it stresses the normalcy of queer sexuality. It forces people out of their hetero-normative ideals that you can’t automatically assume that someone is straight because his love life is private. It forces you to realize that you can’t assume anything about anyone. Everyone is individual and unique. Don’t assume. Who knows, Dumbledore is a very educated and philosophical man. He may have studied Foucault and just as Foucault refused to identify as gay or queer, Dumbledore realized the limitations of identifying himself and chose to live his life as himself, whomever he chose that to be.
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