Class starts in 3 minutes, next door May 23, 2008
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I don’t want to go. I have to walk through the disgusting rain. Why does Oregon mean 98 and humid or cold and rainy???
One gaurentee… there will be water included.
I’m being filmed… May 12, 2008
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I’m sitting in the nicest computer lab (Engineering students only!) on campus. And there are Japanese (I think…) people filming in here. It’s not unusual for students here to stumble across a film crew making an OSU commercial or the like (ask my sister about being accosted and made to walk the same peice of pavement over and over again). But it is a little awkward to sit here with this film crew filming over the shoulders of students…
In Fine Tradition April 28, 2008
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Today was my 21st birthday. It started last night at midnight with my sister, who has been waiting for me to turn 21for 3 years (and is probably more excited about the prospect of my legal ability to drink than I was), picked me up to go to all those bars. Yes, all those bars open past midnight on a Sunday. In some towns perhaps. Here? No. We went to the store and bought beer and watched The Soup and Grey’s Anatomy on her tivo. This morning I slept in, receiving calls at 6:45 and 7:30 from my mom and dad respectively singing me happy birthday. Because I slept in I missed my 8am class (conscious decision) and was up and in class for my 12 noon class. After class and returning to my apartment my friend Hillary and I went downtown to a pub in the hope that they would have outdoor seating, as the weather was amazing. Before she came I had a turkey and cheese sandwich. Once we got to the pub I had jalepeno poppers, because they are amazing and it is my birthday, and why not indulge? As well as a pint of Mirror Pond and a “birthday shot” a bizzare shot called bloody sack. I don’t particularly feel capable of recounting the makeup of this shot at this time.
After my afternoon wonderfulness I went and met a sorority sister for dinner and member ed. I don’t particularly like anywhere in the MU other than Pangea and Panda Express when Pangea is closed. So I had orange chicken. And hung out with Jill.
After Chapter a few of my sorority sisters and I decided to chill on over to McMennamin’s. I don’t know if you ever had their fries. Amazing. I’d already had dinner. So I decided on splitting fries and a rich dessert with Deanna. As well as having a Ruby. Stayed with Kristin and Hillary after all others left and had a Hammerhead (For those that don’t recognize Mirror Pond, Ruby and Hammerhead, these are all Pacific NW microbrews). I was feeling… full… and a little over indulged.
Here I must digress. If you read my earlier entries you will see I do not generally eat like…… like I am 350 lbs… It was my birthday. And I didn’t check my desire to indulge in fried, greasy foods… But my body is not used to such abuse. But I must also attest to my ability to hold my drink at least to a moderate level. When I drink slowly and chat with my friends I can consume 2 pints and only begin to feel the effects. My roomies can tell you it takes me well more to get properly drunk. I have never blacked out or vomited due to alcohol.
Combine the alcohol with the massive amounts of fried food. And my stomach wasn’t feeling particularly well. So I drank water. Hoping this would make me feel better. Such a bad idea. Let’s make the stomach a little fuller why don’t we.
Now in the US the 21st birthday marks the legal age to buy and consume alcohol. This combined with a slightly forbidden pleasure aspect of alcohol results in many 21 year olds spending their birthdays consuming alcohol in massive quantities, at very high rates. This results in many college students vomiting in many bar bathrooms.
About the time we are paying our check I begin to feel ill. I had eaten too much, drank too much (water and yummy microbrews). I figured I’d be good until I got home where I seriously considered eating my finger (to relieve the ill feeling not due to any weight issue, I assure all). But then I new I needed to at least go be near a toilet. So I get up, at which point Hillary and Kristin offer to go hold my hair or my jacket. I refuse. And as I am heading to the bathroom the waitress asks if the food was alright. I say it was, just the wrong combination. This brief pause was my big mistake. I make it just inside the bathroom doors when I am sick. All over the floor and into the sink. A sweet girl goes to the waitress to tell her for me that I’d been sick while I clean myself up.
Meanwhile our waitress goes to Kristin and Hillary to tell them that I’m being sick in the bathroom. They assure her that they know. She looks at them like they are freaks and the worlds worst friends. Let me explain a few things about my friends and me. We are there for each other. That is not the issue. But my hair was pinned back, I did not need someone to hold my hair. I do not need someone tending me as I lose my supper. And seeing as I was not drunk in the slightest, there is no danger of me passing out. So I hardly need tending.
I apologize to the poor waitress who comes to clean up my mess. I assure her I was not drunk just unwell. She seems to believe me as I am obviously still mostly sober, and not that deathly green color that accompanies alcohol poisoning. She does inform me however that I need to leave. Yeah… like I was hanging around.
So while I uphold the fine tradition of being sick on one’s 21st birthday, it seems to be in the tradition of the Ancient Romans more than the Americans.
A final note: I am mostly convinced that this episode was due to a poor choice in food, smelling to much fried foods and water and alcohol, but I am not willing to completely discount bad ranch dressing with the fries… probably would be feeling more ill though…
Never Lose Your Cell Phone April 16, 2008
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Especially if it is your only phone.
I am obsessed April 6, 2008
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This really is quite sad, but I have become obsessed with Wicked. It all started Spring Break. But I’ll go further back. The summer after my senior year of High School, my then best friend and I went to New York City. Her grandparents live in Brooklyn and we stayed with them for a week and took the subway into Manhattan nearly everyday. We decided that we wanted to try to see Wicked, but lacking a time machine or a butt-load of money we were left attempting to get tickets through the lottery, they were $50 tickets at the front. We never did get them. But bought the book, and read it on the plane. The next summer I was getting ready to go to England and Wicked came to Portland. I was going to be out of town during the performances (If I remember correctly we went to the Farm that week. And as I wouldn’t see any of my family for 9 months I needed to go). So I didn’t see it. But the following week was the Beaverton City Parade, and some woman by the name of Shoshana Bean was in it. We found out she had just played Elphaba in Wicked, and was from Beaverton.
Anyways jump to spring break. I had been hearing some of the songs from the musical and I had tried to fit together what I knew from the books with the songs and it wasn’t working so Kristin told me that she had downloaded a video of one of the performances of Wicked at the Gershwin. I watched. Then I listened to the music, and watched it again… you get the idea. It was Wicked Week! I friggin love that show. And I heard a rumor that it is coming back to Portland next March. Mommy is taking me, and Kristin will probably come. But I wish it ended there. If it ended there I might be considered sane. God help me.
No, as a few of you may have figured from my earlier entries, I get a little obsessed, a little singular. Anywho… I search on the internet for stuff… So I find out not only is Shoshana Bean from Portland she graduated from my High School. Her and Megan Hilty (From Bellevue, WA) were co-stars for about a year at the Gershwin, and actually requested that they get to perform the Pacific NW shows for the traveling show. And not only are they co-stars, they are friends, watching interviews or other performances they did, it is clear that they like each other and have a ton of fun together. I find lots of videos… I’m obsessed its bad. I am going cold turkey on the internet crud (Great, now Kristin is going to hold me to it…). But I still want a copy of the soundtrack from Kristin (*Cough*).
My Mother would be ashamed… February 7, 2008
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of the state of my apartment. And she will be here Saturday morning. Tomorrow I have a midterm for Differential Equations (For those of you that aren’t math-ies then just call it Advanced Calculus). This is a class I failed the first time I took it, granted I got out before it got too ugly. And I am beginning to remember why I was failing. I’ll manage. But damn it is hard. So the result of my (let’s face it) lazy nature is that my apartment has sunk to a pretty low level. In my defense my dishes are relatively clean right now. But other things:
- My hard floor needs swept
- My carpet needs vacuumed
- I do need to do the dishes that are dirty
- My laundry basket which is full of clothes that have been worn but are still clean… ok so it was that way like a week ago… now they just all need washed. But somehow it just exploded and my clothes are taking up the floor over that half of my room
- My mom has this thing about desks, everything needs to be clear or everything needs to be in very neat SMALL piles.
- The tank that the now, I assume, dead fish was/ is in needs cleaned. There is a great level of uncertainty on this, because the fish has disappeared. Don’t ask me I am as confused as you are. If not more.
- I need to do my recycling/trash
- I have this pot roast I made a while back. It got old. I am now afraid to face the contents of the container it is sitting in. But I need the container… or else I’d dump the full thing in the garbage. So yeah… that needs to get out of my fridge.
- I need to clean the fridge… yeah… not the worse I’ve seen but when it is so empty it is really easy to see the slightest spill. Oh and that 4 week old milk needs tossed.
- So some of the plants died because, they did not get watered for all of December & it snowed here for a week straight, so they need taken care of (dug out) so I don’t have pots of dead plants hanging in my balcony
- Oh I have no more clothes left. Laundry Time.
- The whole place needs dusted.
- I have loads of papers that are sensitive that I really don’t want to get out. I need to get those all gathered to send home with mom so they can be burned or shredded. She has a fireplace and a shredder I don’t.
So you get the idea. I am a college student. I live alone. And I am remarkably neat when I lived in the dorms and last year in the house with others in Brighton. But when I have no one else around I will leave the garbage can cover in the middle of the floor and not pick it up, even after I nearly fall face first in the door frame because I tripped over it. Because it just seems like a lot of effort. I know better. I am not as lazy as it would seem. It is just that much of the time I do spend at home is spent passed out asleep or doing school work. Cleaning is best done in long massive cleans. So I tend to let it get a little out of control, not consciously, because I do realize how inefficient it is, but it just happens because I can’t be bothered to do the little stuff on a daily basis. When I do get productive I use it on my school work.
Oh crap… I gotta get quarters for the laundry!
- Need to go to bank, cash check and get quarters.
Anyways back to the wonders of not cleaning. It is a shame that it is true that when it is just me my diet is atrocious, my room does not get clean. So the conclusion of all of this: I need to move in with someone. Looking like my sister may be the obvious choice. I know she’d like someone to move in, and it’s been discussed before. But we both seem to live… similarly, so we’d probably do each other good. My one question would be, what will happen to all my stuff?! No really, where will I put it?
Politics. January 31, 2008
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Oregon doesn’t matter. Now I know this is a very non-Oregonian, non-Pacific NW, non-Cascadian (long live Cascadia!) thing to say. But what other message are we to get from our Primary date? May 20. That is correct people, May 20. A full three months and fifteen days after Super-Tuesday. So do we get any say in who our next president is? Very little. We sit here quietly being ignored until we are told who our presidential candidates will be. Because at this point everyone but one have withdrawn. With the increasingly early, increasingly fast campaigns a vice-presidential candidate has often been chosen before we get a say on our chosen parties candidate. So we get a choice of 2. It is the rest of the country that gets a say on if it will be between anyone that is actually a decent candidate. For heaven’s sake Iowa went first! Iowa!
Top 10 reasons to crawl under the bed and die January 16, 2008
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10. I’m tired.
9. There is never enough coffee or hours in the day.
8. The kid behind me in the coffee shop that insists that the table next to him is not in fact a table but a drum.
7. Walking to and from campus is turning slowly to me crawling back and forth
6. Womens Studies even more unbearable than normal because I don’t have my sister smirking next to me.
5. It is cold. 27 F this morning when I woke up.
4. The joys of Initiation week, fun but long.
3. 12 hours on campus today.
2. Math quiz tomorrow and once again, I am lost in class.
And drum rrrrroooooollllllllllllllllllllll……..
1. Because it just sound so good.
Chinese Water Torture December 18, 2007
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So the drain outside my window at my moms house never worked. Thankfully as it turns out now. Because it now works. This September my mom and step-dad added onto our garage and redid the entire roof. Oh, and fixed that flipping gutter! But, you say, this must be a good thing. The water can now properly drain off of the roof. You tell that to my lack of sleep. When it is pouring this is fine. It sounds a bit like a water feature outside my window. But when you get drizzle, which if you’ve never been to Pacific NW in the winter is the dominant weather, you hear “Drip… Drip… Drip… Drip…” I would never complain as much if this were a regular dripping, but it’s not. There may be a very short silence between two drips then a very long pause, in all irregular. Now try to lay in a silent room, have a hard time falling asleep in the first place and try to deal with it. Even when I’ve managed to fall asleep it is not very good quality. I love the rain. I hate my mother’s rain gutters!
Update at 1:32. Didn’t think it could get much worse. It did. The rain is now pouring. SIDEWAYS. Into the sides of the aluminum gutters. F*#%ing noise!
476 lb teen December 9, 2007
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34 stone, seriously, at 19! BBC did a documentary on a teen from Lincoln. Tonights section is on the psychological issues after her stomach reduction surgery. Really this woman is a psychological disaster. And I must say her mum is oblivious. And she isn’t helping her daughter much. She’s continuing to keep the junk food in the house, which is frankly, cruel, and when they go to the store together she’s encouraging her to eat pizzas (and lets face it when your stomach is 100 ml that is a lot of dough) she hasn’t encouraged her daughter to cook, for that matter she doesn’t cook herself. Everything is ready made, which really isn’t very good nutritional content, even most of the healthy stuff. I think this is hard for both the mum and daughter. (HAHA the buses are identical to those in Brighton!!!) The daughters habits have changed, and she has a hard time digesting certain foods. But the mum is tempting her with crisps and such which are easy for her to digest but not what she should be eating. Seriously, steam (or boil since the Brits love it so) some veg up and help her more! Thankfully this girl is finally getting some therapy, and is learning to deal with anxiety and stress in ways other than with food.
