Just thought that I'd point out to everyone that the word of the day at Dictionary.com is nefarious.
Stacy Was Here :
Thursday, January 31, 2002
Just thought that I'd point out to everyone that the word of the day at Dictionary.com is nefarious.
So here's a link to the visual part of my project for London... It's about birds... and if you click the link, get comfortable, cause it might take a while to load. I suck at making graphics look good and load quickly. So there.
Another graduitous sky shot.
Architectural details at King College, Cambridge University
Details from the door to the old Saxon church, Cambridge
A great little shop, Nomads, in Cambridge
Wednesday, January 30, 2002
Ok, so I suppose it's time to face the music about this trip, as I have to edit my journal entries for submission. At the moment, it's hard to imagine myself more miserable with my current situation, but I have to admit it's possible. If it weren't for my friends right now, I don't know what sort of shape I'd be in... probably a pathetic mass of uselessness. I still have nothing coherant to state about my overwhelmingly good experiences overseas, but hopefully I can make a good show of it for the purposes of my grade.
On the lighter side, I got my pictures developed and scanned a bunch, so I'll try and post them soon.
Tuesday, January 29, 2002
*drool* Just finished reading Pride and Prejudice. I loved it! Even better than the movie (of course, the book is always better than the movie.) Next read for me is between Bridget Jones' Diary and The Fellowship of the Rings. And since the former is currently in my old room, in the next house, the latter wins because I can start it now. heehee
Okay, so I really don't like Pittsburgh, but there is some stuff about it that I will miss. For instance, my Pittsburgh People (even though one of them is coming with me.) Here's us, Girls Behaving Badly, and the blackmail pics laid bare for the world to laugh at.
Here's Michelle, proudly displaying her superhero neck.
Here's Meigan, in motion.
Here's me, hiding in my shirt... I hate cameras when they're pointed at me.
It's Meigan doing her best rendition of the pidgeon mating dance.
Awwwww... It's Meigan and Michelle in a display of cute-ness. And yes, they both like boys.
Me in one of my finer moments, as Meigan squeezes into the frame.
Michelle, cowering and hiding from Meigans "killer pidgeon" impression.
Meigan: "I'm as jober as a sudge." Michelle: "The door is my friend."
Scorpio Oct. 24 - Nov. 21
Once you accept all those many faults that seem to be original equipment on your particular model, you will be in a much better position to make lemonade out of a truckload of lemons. It may be time to own up to all those things that you have been hiding from lately, and you will most definitely grow as a result. It seems the muses have pulled your name out of a hat and you are up for a special stroke of luck. So be sure you are in a position to receive it. Keep in mind that you may have to jump through a hoop or two.
Got the pics back from the 1HourPhoto... They came out good, lots of possibilities. I'll scan them soon for posting.
So here's another round of pictures.
Here's a view on the Thames, with Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament in the distance, and Cleopatras Obelisk a little closer. Sooo many phallic symbols in London.
The London Eye with the Aquarium behind it.
Double-Decker Busses at Euston Station.
Picking up my print pictures later today, so I'll have more photos to post once I actually scan them...
Monday, January 28, 2002
More pics of my adventures in London:
Another pic of the woman on Arthur Sullivans Memorial.
A portion of St. Pauls Cathedral.
London is full of these dinky little smart cars. The little buggers are actually kinda cute.
Hey look, Wendy!!! Rat Race!!! I hear that stars Rowan Atkinson!!! (notice this just barely came out on January 11th... and look who's at the front of the UK version of the poster... hmmmm....)
Scorpio Oct. 24 - Nov. 21
You have the answer before the question is asked. The two of you are so entwined when it comes to your values, your thought processes and the way you approach life's most difficult problems that you are working as a single individual. Not only are the two of you making beautiful music together, but you are also taking two or three instruments and making them sound like a symphony. All you need now is to put in place those elements that are sure to pay off for years and years to come.
Sunday, January 27, 2002
Right, so obviously I have no life today (or any other for that matter.) Never thought I'd say this, but school needs to start. Like now.
Random thought of the night: If I were a cat, I would so be curled up in the laundry I just pulled out of the dryer. It is so soft, and smells so good and clean.
oh, and here's my philosophical thought for the day... What I want in life is to be comfortable with silence, but able to make noise.
Here are, hopefully (if this site lets me post them remotely), some of my favorite digital pics from London:
This woman is draped over a monument to Arthur Sullivan... I was enraptured with this statue, and took several pics of it.
Here is the garden outside of St. Pauls Cathedral.
Not a good picture of Westminster Abbey, but a wicked shot of the sky, no?
Hurrah for the best cup of peach tea ever, care of Su for her marvelous loose tea strainer, the dining hall, from whence I swiped the coffee cup, and the tea vendor in Cambridge, England.
So evidently there's this thing going through blogs called the friday five. It's five questions put out for bloggers to answer on fridays. Here's this weeks questions (though it's now sunday) and my answers:
1. What cologne or perfume do you wear? Generally I wear either Myrrh Oil, V'e Versace, or Anaise Anaise (sp?)
2. What cologne or perfume do you like best on the opposite sex? Hmmm... no real preference, actually.
3. What one smell can you not stomach? the imitation crab meat my uncle is so fond of microwaving... yech...
4. What smell do you like that others might consider weird? I like the smell of some plastic... oh, and I *love* the smell of cloves.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? You mean the one that just passed when all my friends were off campus? Brooding, most likely... oh and moving my stuff into my new room.
Well, there it is... Wonder what they'll ask next week?
Oh, and my Chatham email seems to be on selective delivery mode, so if anyone is trying to reach me, just use email@example.com
Ugh... I hate it here so impossibly badly. I've been back for a grand total of five days now, and I'm already so thoroughly miserable I can barely stand it. This place feels like more of a prison than it ever has, and even having my own room is doing little to cheer me up. I think part of it is that the bi-coastal trend that has been the characterization of my life for the past two years is really taking it's tole on me. I would just like to be in the same damn state for one solid year, you know what I mean? The way it stands now, I can't do anything long term because I'm constantly going back and forth. I would love to be part of a choir or band or something, but how when I'm not in any one place long enough to really get involved? And all of my friends here at school are not here at the moment. M.E. has gone home to visit her family, McQ is going to meet the other-halfs mother today, and she'll be gone until mid-week. GBD and the WendyLady are both at home as well. That leaves me in my disgustingly cool new room with nothing to do except avoid moving the rest of my worldy posessions out of my old room.
I have no equilibrium here. In California, you could blindfold me, spin me around in circles, stop me, and even in that state I could still point and tell you exactly what direction the ocean is. I can look at pictures of CA and tell you exactly where the coast is, no matter how far inland that picture was taken. It might sound rediculous to anyone but me, but it's true. Last year when I was thinking of transfering back to CA, my academic advisor here scoffed at me when I told her I miss the ocean. I suppose a lot of people think it's trivial, but they're wrong. My formative years were characterized by their relationship to the ocean. So why in the name of all things sacred did I ever think I could be happy here, in Pittsburgh, six or more hours from the ocean? When I'm at home and I feel like I feel now, I can drive down to the beach, lay down near the water, hear the waves crashing and curl my fingers and toes into the cool sand and really think. Invariably I end up with sand in my hair and under my fingernails, but I would give my soul for even that right now. It's like having a hicky, sort of. Like in some endearingly childish way, the ocean has left it's mark on you and claimed you as it's own. And the waves hypnotize me, working into my thoughts and giving me a sense of natural rythm and regularity. The salty air and mist invade my senses and the sand molds to my body, holding me like it was tailor made for me. And more than anything else a feeling of home. It doesn't matter what beach it is, and I suspect it wouldn't even matter what ocean. Something about the ocean has wound it's way inextricably into my soul, so that without it I am lost, landlocked, alone, and unable to feel free. Right now I want nothing more than to curl up on a beach.
And I'm so anxious right now, so completely afraid that I will never again feel like I felt a week ago. I would feel so much better if I wasn't waiting on word from Humboldt. I wish I had the letter in my hand saying I've been accepted and could look forward to that. It wouldn't be the same as that other feeling, but at least it would be hope, hope that I can get out of here and be near my ocean again. Hope that something in my life is going according to plan and will eventually get me back on track. Besides, Humboldt has some great study abroad options... hmmmm...
Saturday, January 26, 2002
1. Grow my hair out as long as possible...
2. Keep walking a lot so I don't find what I lost in London.
Thursday, January 24, 2002
so here's the line I was trying so hard to remember:
I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes. (Much Ado About Nothing, 5.2.86)
WoooHooo!! I've seen my new room, and it is of a most agreeable size... I start moving in today :)
Oh, and I lost about 20 lbs while I was across the pond, which is exceptionally cool, except that now all my jeans are too big on me :/ Not that I'm all broken up about it or anything...
Tuesday, January 22, 2002
My head and my heart are both so full right now that I don't even know where to begin untangling it all. And please don't be offended, dear reader, if I hold some things back. There are some experiences and some details in life that aren't meant to be delivered to the masses, no matter how theraputic. Some memories are mine to curl up and relish on my own.
As for London, well, I don't know when I'll get around to blogging the whole long string of days spent there. The way I look at things has changed so much in the past two weeks that I need time to wander around inside my head and figure out exactly where I am. So here are some random bits of trivia, about me, about my travels, etc.
Things that have different names in London and the U.S.:
1. Elevator = Lift
2. Restroom = Toilet
3. French Fries = Chips
4. Chips = Crisps
5. American = Leper
Interesting social wierdness:
According to a reliable source (the guy that WOT is currently lusting after, who is from London), the English consider it incredibly improper to start up a conversation with someone to whom you have not been introduced to by a mutual aquaintence. Interesting... And one of many reasons that I could probably not live in London for any extended period of time. This is also why Americans are seemingly so hated by Londoners... we have the audacity to try and make friends.
Random facts about me that people seem to find surprising:
1. I am still a virgin. Yes, 22 and a virgin. I know, you don't believe me. Yes, I am an anomole of modern existence. No, I don't have a hump on one shoulder, nor do I have any warts.
2. I've been named an honorary Irishman by a group of the coolest people I have ever met in my life. Tee hee. That's so much cooler than genetics and lineage.
3. I tend to keep things for sentimental value that most other people consider insignificant. Like pub coasters, receipts, random brochures, etc. I'm going to make a collage, really. I swear. One day I will....
4. I adore my sister way more than anyone really understands. I find myself in foreign countries thinking, "man, Amie sooo needs to be here seeing this with me right now." One day I will give her the world on a silver platter.
5. I have an almost obsessive relationship with music. Every once in a while a song or an artist meshes so well with my state of mind that I simply can't stop listening. At this very moment that artist is Tori Amos, and I'm not particularly sure why. Hmmmm....
6. Poetry evidently has strange effects on me. After hearing Dr. Adam's teary reading of some of Keats' poetry and letters, I wandered out of Keats' house in a daze of poetic heartache and ate it on the stones outside Keats' door. *sigh* Keats' loved a woman desperately who was seperated from him by eight inches of wall and Tuberculosis, and he wrote her letters and poetry every single day in agony. He died before they could be married, and even though she eventually married another man, the ring he gave her never left her finger, even after she died. That breaks my heart into so many pieces.
7. I have this unnatural obsession with fountain pens. Born in the wrong century? Me?? Never!
8. I am an English major in college, and still find that words fail me when I seem to need them most. And sometimes I throw them out the window purposefully, in the most haphazard fashion...
9. I sing as often as possible, but rarely to anyone...
Things I missed about the U.S.:
1. Free internet connection.
2. Being in a more compatible time zone as most of my friends.
3. My own bed with my own sheets.
4. Michelle, who is coming back in a few days.
5. Having my own phone.
6. Being able to sleep past 8am.
7. Banal American television. Oh wait, they have that in the UK too... =Þ
Grad schools I am considering that I hadn't previously considered:
1. Trinity College Dublin
2. University of Cambridge
Okay, hopefully that will hold everyone over for a few days...
Monday, January 21, 2002
Sometimes, music is the only language...
Hear my cry
In my hungering search for you
Taste my breath on the wind
See the sky
As it mirrors my colours
Hints and whispers begin
I am living to nourish you, cherish you
I am pulsing the blood in your veins
Feel the magic and power of surrender to life
Every finger is touching and searching
Until your secrets come out
IN the dance, as it endlessly circles
I linger close to your mouth
Close your eyes,
Give me your hand, darlin'
Do you feel my heart beating,
Do you understand,
Do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming?
Is this burning an eternal flame?
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion--
Is nothing new
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Sometimes you picture me--
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look--and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows--you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time--
If you're lost...
You said go slow--
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds--
If you're lost...
...Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
So, if there's something you'd like to try
If there's something you'd like to try
Ask me- I won't say "no" - How could I ?
And this time I know it's real
The feelings that I feel
I know if I put my mind to it
I know that I really can do it
I got my mind set on you
Set on you
I got my mind set on you
Set on you
It's gonna take time
A whole lot of precious time
It's gonna take patience and time, ummm
To do it to do it to do it to do it to do it to do it right child
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time let me kiss you
Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times, I won't have to say,
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go.
Saturday, January 19, 2002
Now in Dublin, loving it here so far. Nicest People Ever.
Friday, January 18, 2002
So if you're trying to email me, I can't seem to get into my Chatham email today. Try firstname.lastname@example.org instead.
Oh yeah, and last night was the best night ever. Hear that?
Thursday, January 17, 2002
So, what's the funniest thing I've seen lately? Interesting you should ask. It was the front page of the The Independant sitting in the lobby of the Crescent Hotel in London, adorned with a pic of Dubya looking dejected and pathetic, and next to it was a picture of a pretzel with the caption "The pretzel is not normally regarded as dangerous."
Just thought you'd like to know. That will be all for now.
Wednesday, January 16, 2002
So at the moment I don't know anything. At all. Everything seems so up in the air right now, and I don't even know why. I mean, the plans are all set, right? I go back, I do the whole college thing at Chatham for one more semester, hopefully to find a letter from Humboldt announcing my acceptance... so why is it that I feel like I don't have control over anything right this second? This trip has been both incredible and horrible, in so many different ways. London is both just another hell and everything I love, all at the same time. Today I sat in front of Waterhouse's The Lady of Shalott at the Tate Gallery. *artgasm* But at the same time, it's like any other big city... tons of people, lots of traffic, and all that stuff. And then there's the ever-present conflict between the people surrounding me... I'm not really irritated with anyone, I just wish they could learn to get along with each other, at least until we go back to our own seperate circles of friends. And at the same time, a few things are making this trip the best I've ever been on. EVER. And I wish there were someone here that I could really talk to about these things, without the rolling of eyes or disdain, however gently applied. I need to pour my heart out to someone, and there's no such someone here.
And at the end of this week, I'm going to Dublin, Ireland for 2 days. I have always wanted to go there, like ever since I was a little kid. And the thing is, I'm nervous. I'm nervous that I won't have a good time, or that I'll have too good of a time and not want to leave. To be honest, the chances of the first are minute.
I guess, more than anything else, I don't want to go back to real life. It's been ok for the past few years, because it's been even (if not wonderful.) And now the boats been rocked. Really rocked. And I can't just go back and sink into the same old routine, the same old apathy. I can't even stand the thought of it. I haven't felt so alive in such a long time.
Tuesday, January 15, 2002
Some random palmistry stuff... sounds pretty accurate to me... Those of you who've met me, what do you think?
Palm Reading Results
You are intelligent and practical, very likely to have a good memory and the ability to make and follow plans. Leadership skills are among your useful traits.
There is a tremendous amount of intensity in your mental processes. Your ability to concentrate is excellent. At times you have the ability to focus your mind so strongly that the rest of the world is shut out.
The general flexibility of your character is a useful attribute. At certain times in your life, you may have romantic conflicts and difficulty maintaining friendships. You will overcome these problems after a little introspection.
There may be times in your life when you give in to feelings of sadness or depression.
Your personality is dynamic and attractive to most people. The more branches you find in your heart line, the more friends and lovers you will have. However, you must be careful not to let a selfish streak emerge and spoil your relationships.
You are naturally charming and inclined to be flirtatious. There are times when your emotions get out of control. You may need to learn more consideration for others.
At certain times in your life, you may have romantic conflicts and difficulty maintaining friendships. These problems are not likely to last long.
Sometimes you may have trouble discerning between thought and feeling. There are times in your life when your emotions can rule your behavior. When you are feeling sad, this can distort your view of life.
Although you have ambition, you do not always exert the energy necessary to be successful. No matter what circumstances come your way, you have a generally positive attitude which may help you overcome life's obstacles.
Your high energy level and optimistic outlook draw people to you and increase your problem-solving capabilities.
You have a basically strong constitution, and should enjoy good health most of the time.
No matter what other factors influence your personality, there is an under lying sense of practicality that you can draw on if you wish.
Sunday, January 13, 2002
Things are going well for me here in London. Almost too well, except that there is just enough suckage mixed in at random intervals (mostly in the roommate relations category... *begin mini-tangent* no actual blowups, but I feel like they are irritated me for things which are beyond my countrol... and since I can't do anything about it, I'm simply going to avoid them to whatever extent that is possible. Thank god McQ is here to keep me sane...*end mini-tangent*) for me to be pristinely happy, and thus I am not afraid of a cosmic ballance out. But let me say that the good things occurring more than make up for the shit, so it's all good. I've been able to escape into good company on a couple of occasions, and that has helped immensely.
I am going to have so many stories to tell by the time I get back... Good stories, almost exclusively, so M.E., the GBD, and all my friends back on the left coast, y'all better get ready to hear me talk for a long time. I still love London. But now it's like I'm less infatuated with the city itself, and more endeared by the good experiences I've been having...(though those may or may not actually be linked with the city... cryptic much? Just a little. I do have to have *some* privacies after all... wasn't it Titanic where the old lady talked about the inner sanctum of a womans soul? yeah... that's what I'm getting at.)
In some ways I'm looking forward to going back to school, and in some ways not. I am anxious to get this next semester over so that I can move back to California. My soul craves the ocean ravenously. I miss my directional equilibrium. Maybe I'll never live elsewhere permanently. That remains to be seen, but in order to maintain my sanity whilst I finish school, I need to be there. At the same time, there are things here (in London) that I am loathe to leave, even though it be necessary. And over a week left! Imagine what the next will hold...
Friday, January 11, 2002
Today we took the train out to Cambridge and spent the entire day there, and all I can say is that it is the most beautiful city that I have ever seen... EVER!! The University, which is pretty much the base of the town, is also amazing. I just stood there in awe. There is a church there that dates back to before the Norman invasion... Yikes! It's so astounding to go from someplace like the U.S., which seems wet behind the ears when you see things as ancient as I saw today. The church at King's College (which is part of Cambridge University) was begun by Henry VI, with very simple architecture, finished by Henry VII with more ornamental design, and the stained glass windows, which are nothing less than a brilliant and gigantic work of art, were comissioned by Henry VIII. Henry VIII also added the carved wood screen, which is carved with the initials H + A, from the time when he was still with Anne Boleyn. Wow...
Thursday, January 10, 2002
Todays different-from-America keyboard symbol that I am way too excited about: €
Thank you, that will be all for now.
Wednesday, January 09, 2002
This post brought to you straight from the city of London! WooHoooo! But seriously, though, is this indicative of an addiction? That I'm spending time on the internet even when I'm visiting a foreign country? We'll gloss over that for now...
I am having a fantabulous time here, seriously. London is an amazing city. Even though being an American here is like having a disease, people are still polite to me even after I've opened my mouth to speak. They're even nicer when we're not in a giant group walking around like a herd of cattle. Today we visited the Tower of London, and even got to see Thomas More's cell, which is normally closed to the public. We were looking for it, so I asked one of the Yeoman Warders where it was, and after a brief conversation he made a few calls and pulled a few strings, and we got to see it after all. He even offered to show us where More is burried, but by then it was time to meet back up with the rest of the herd. So, as promised, let me just say that the people who work at the Tower, especially the ones I talked to, are the Nicest People Ever.
After the Tower we went to the All Hallows Church, which is right across the street, where Samuel Pepys saw the Great Fire in 1666 (it was 1666, right? I think I'm right...) Then we commenced chasing Dr. Adam around the city for the next hour or so. I swear, the man has to be in his 70's, chain smokes like a chimney, and drinks like 11 pots of coffee per day, and he walks so fast that the rest of us were running to catch up with him, and it was difficult even then. I hope I'm that spry when I'm his age, seriously. We saw many religious buildings, a few gardens, and other blurry places, and eventually made it to the Museum of London in a grumbling heap of sore-footed students. At one point I was whistled at on the street. I know it was directed at me because, in our chasing of Dr. Adam, we'd split apart and I was alone at that point. Of course, I had no time to look at my admirer, but c'est la vie. The museum was pretty cool, though I must confess that by then I was too tired to pay much attention to anything. After that we were on our own to wander back to our hotel via the tube, which was another adventure I'll not go into. Suffice it to say that I think no matter what we do, being Stupid Americans is so imbedded in our natures that it's almost impossible not to fall victim to it sometimes. We've even started talking about it like a disease, really. "Oh no! I'm having an inflamation of the tourist!" *ghasp!*
After making it back to the hotel, and resting for a while, we came here, to this internet cafe to make contact with the outside world again. I think I'll be able to check my email and post a few times at least while I'm here as the prices are actually very reasonable. The keyboards are different from the ones back home, though, but it's kind of cool cause I can do this £, heehee.
Monday, January 07, 2002
And by the way, here's another one from GM:
If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea... does that mean that one enjoys it?
Ok, so how about someone searched yahoo for "Bonsai Cannibis" and found my site, which comes up in the number 7 slot? LoL...
Sunday, January 06, 2002
So my flight leaves in a little over 12 hours... WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Excited? Me?!? Never! heeheehee... I'm pretty much finished packing, and I don't think I forgot anything *knock on wood*. Needless to say, I probably wont be blogging for a while. I'm sure you're all crushed, but you'll get over it.
Here are some funny bumper sticker quotes, care of my friend GM:
SAINT: A dead liberal worshipped by living conservatives.
It takes a Viking to raze a village.
The only problem with baptisms is they don't hold them under long enough.
Constipated people don't give a crap.
If you don't believe in oral sex, keep your mouth shut.
If we quit voting will they all go away?
Necrophillia: That uncontrollable urge to crack open a cold one. (Editors Note: EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!)
Ever stop to think and forget to start again?
No hand signals...Driver on Viagra
Don't let your mind wander. It's too small to be out on it's own.
You know you're trailer trash if your wife's hairdo was once ruined by a ceiling fan.
And on that note, it's time for me to get a few hours sleep. Ta ta... I'll post a long one when I get back.
Friday, January 04, 2002
Well, now that the stress of traveling has passed (for the next three days, anyhow), things are ok here. It's nice to see M.E. again, I really missed her while I was at home. I think that, no matter how nervous she is, she will do very well in CA with me. My friends at home, no matter how resistant to change they are (*cough*Crown*cough*) will really like her, because I have good taste in people, and they've never been disappointed so far (at least to my knowledge.) At dinner me and another TMC (Temporarily Misplaced Californian) were talking about earthquakes, and she looked a little nervous... I assured her they are less frightening than heavy airplane turbulence, but I'm afraid that didn't sit well either as she takes her first trip on a plane in 5 days. As I do my best to take over London for two weeks, she'll be in Italy, absorbing the greatness of some of the worlds best artists every to grace creation with their brilliance. Amen to world travel, because if the world were limited to what can be found in this country, I should be very disappointed indeed.
Speaking of which, I'm really excited about my upcoming trip to London. In reflecting back on my last trip there, I think that I am better equipped this time for international travel. That and I'll be in better company this time around. This time I won't be surrounded by a group of moronic high school children. I was the youngest in the group last time, and the most mature of the lot, if I do say so myself. Last time, though, my timidness and the brevity of the trip prevented me from fully taking advantage of what the city has to offer. I want to see the historical sites, yes, but London is so much more than that. It's a living city, full of people and of culture, and I don't want to be a fly on the wall this time. I want to interract, dig a little deeper. I want to meet people (well, one person in particular... you know who you are.) I want to live in the city for two weeks, not merely exist there.
So I got my grades, and I'm a little perturbed with myself. I missed the Deans List by .07. I know that if I had put my full effort into my classes, I would have had a 4.0, but as usual, I seem unable to commit that much effort for the duration of the semester. I think that part of the reason I didn't do as well this semester as I usually do is that my schedule was a bit more hectic. My schedule never really felt normal at all, largely because one of my classes was independant study, one met only once a week, and I just felt constantly that I didn't have it pinned down right. This semester, hopefully, will be easier to nail down. My classes fit better together and are more regular, and I have only one English class. I still have the same independant study class, and now that I've done it once it won't be a problem this time around. I'm not sure how I feel about only having one English class, but I am excited about what class it is. It's completely dedicated to the Harlem Renaissance... a whole semester of writers like Langston Hughes, whose every word is like music, and W.E.B. DuBois, who is really amazing... What better way to briefly escape the conformity of the cannon of British Lit? Mind you, I would definitely be taking Brit Lit 2 if Dr. Adam were teaching it, but as he is not, I have no motivation to push forward with it so soon. I've probably read most of the material already anyway. I think there's a good chance I can master my Pre-Calc class, in fact I'm almost excited about that one too. I love a challenge, and I want to prove to myself that I can handle it. I'm also taking the second semester of French here, and I'm hoping to give Pierre Capretz a run for his money, the bastard. If anyone should ever talk to him, ask him how many times in his life he has ever needed to know how to say that someones eyes look indifferent directions. Honestly, I hate that method of teaching French. It's just lazy, dammit. Intro to Information Systems should be too hard. Phug assures me that it's mostly logic, and I think I'm fairly logical. The book is massive. I see it performing admirably the office of door stop some time in the future. Painting 1 will be great. M.E. and the GBD (Great Blue Druid), as well as a host of other interesting people, are in that class with me. I'm sure we will all wear large quantities of paint by the time summer arrives. Finally is Ballet, which I am determined to get an A in this coming semester. I'll already be awake because of Pre-Calc, so all I need is the motivation to scale the steps leading up to the gym, and I'm set.
Being back, and given the space of two days, I've realized some things about home. First and foremost, my sister is not a cramp to my style. I regret more the days I didn't take her along than the days when I had to watch my language or subject matter. I miss her tons, especially when I just need a hug for no reason at all. Second, let it be affirmed that my mom is the coolest mom ever. I just need to get her out of the house more often :) Third, the California chapter of Trio of Nerdly Doom is still intact, and will remain so, no matter who moves to Australia. We are the three amigos... perhaps eventually four if my suspicions are correct. We need more orginization, though, if we're going to launch Mockery ever. I really can't wait until next fall, when (hopefully) I beging the second half of my college career on the west coast.
Here's hoping 2002 is bigger and better than last year. Cheers.
Wednesday, January 02, 2002