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saskiab — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 01:52:00 GMT

So, like, it has been about thirty billion years since I last blogged, yes?

The following will probably be really really disjointed and random. How rad!

There's this girl in my computer science and microbiology/heredity classes that has been doing a lot of really crafty things lately. She cut out a whole boxful of paper flowers a few weeks ago; currently she's doing those little paper weavings that everyone has done at some point in the past or another, except the way she's doing it now is amazingly intricate and basically beautiful to behold. She's really inspiring me to do crafty things again? My only problem is, I can't think of what to start with! (read: I can't think of anything to do)
So I used to be harrassed by this junior football jock in aforementioned Micro class. He still does it (fool seems to think he's smarter than me, but he was willing to bet me $500 that he could get into Bryn Mawr College. Um, is it just me, or is there some kind of disconnect there? I mean, even if he didn't know what BMC was (he didn't), who would make some kind of bet like that? Like, $500 (even thoughit wasn't really serious) without knowing the details? Um. And I'm still having a hard time with exactly how many people in that class had never heard of Bryn Mawr, because I've certainly heard a lot and everything that I have heard has been AMAZING and I feel quite strongly that everyone else should have heard these amazing things), but now he and every other (presumably straight) guy in the class -- probably some of the girls, too -- has fallen madly in love with the student teacher.
JORDYN. A friend of mine saw your BIZZER SIGN!! post and wants to know if you have a livejournal (her exact reaction to it was, BIZZER SIGN!!!

KLFJF:LK DOES THAT PERSON HAVE AN LJ I ALREADY LIKE THEM).
College. kdfhglfdkhg so, like, nervous about this. Will I find the Right Fit, will I excel, will I become an amazing asset, will I make friends, will elementary education really be my calling for the rest of my life or is it just another whim, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
I actually have a label in Gmail for this: "frightening concept #56: college". I don't know what the other 55 frightening concepts are, exactly, but I'm sure that rabid monkeys fall in that category. Guys, do you know how frightening rabid monkeys are? They're pretty terrifying. I'd assume. I don't know on first-hand basis (THANK GOODNESS).
I've gotten into two of my top three so far! Beloit (Wisconsin) and Kalamazoo (Michigan). Bryn Mawr would be the third of my top three, and I will find out in exactly ONE WEEK whether I got in or not. :-SS so nervous, guys. (Thus far I have also gotten into Centre (Kentucky) and Wittenberg (Ohio). I have yet to hear from Grinnell (Iowa), Kenyon (Ohio), Mount Holyoke (Mass.), Macalester (Minnesota; they keep claiming that I haven't sent in one of my teacher recs, so I'm not very positive about this one), Oberlin (Ohio), and, of course, Bryn Mawr (PA))
I kept looking at that list above and going, "I FORGOT ONE I APPLIED TO TEN AND THERE ARE ONLY NINE LISTED OMG HOW COULD I FORGET ONE OF MY COLLEGES I DON'T DESERVE TO GO WHEREVER IT IS" until I realized that I wasn't counting my mention of Bryn Mawr because I hadn't Officially LIsted it. Um. I was counting by parenthetical states rather than actual names. Good job on my part, right?
I have most of my music on an external hard drive, which I am sometimes too lazy to plug in. The music that is on my computer proper, therefore, is the stuff I listen to most frequently. I was just going through my "stuff that works not plugged in" (how original, right?) playlist on iTunes and I've come to realize that most of the songs on my computer proper are about sex. I mean, overlooking the part where about half the songs out there are about sex, ...what does this say about me! Like, some of it is mild, but David Banner's "Play" (not linking to the lyrics. Out of posterity. I'd suggest not searching for them, either)? I mean, I don't even know how it got into my music. I'm keeping it, of course, because one never knows when lewd, graphic, crude songs about sex will come in handy (answer: shocking my little sisters' bffs), but really. At least half of my frequently-listened-to songs are about sex (no doubt this is argumented by the propensity of Matt Nathanson and the magnetic fields...). The Ratatouille soundtrack is perhaps the only redeeming quality of my on-computer tunes, come to think. I wonder, based on this, how many times I hear allusions to sex daily. SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES, GUYS. I'm going to be a whore if I keep this up. And, actually, this is beginning to rear its ugly head: in a conversation with Amy the other day about an English paper we have to write and, subsequently, Serge Gainsbourg songs, the only song by the artist in question that I could remember the name of was "69 Annee Erotique". Yeah, about that.
The only things I have in my off-external-hd playlist that are not music are recordings of Alan Rickman reading Shakespeare's sonnets. Um, yum?
Sex and music! I don't remember if Amy has blogged about this yet, but we went to a Wizard Rock concert (she played! She was amazing!) and the second band, Tom Riddle and Friends!, had the hottest lead singer in the history of the world. Think Chris Lowell, except hotter and more real.
Music! If you guys aren't familiar with the amazingness of Infernal (they're a Danish pop dance band, okay, and if that isn't conviction enough then we have some talking to do), then you have some familiarizing to do. The same goes for Talkshow Boy. He's this Australian -- there is no genre for him. Like, none describes his music. He classifies himself as Booty Bass, which is kind of the best term ever? So yeah. If you listen to any one of his songs, listen to Life LIke a Movie. It's kind of one of my favorites ever, mostly for the line "or were you busy hunting aliens?".
Sex! If you've never read Emma Donoghue's Slammerkin, get it from your local bookstore/library/what have you ASAP. It's all about sex. Um. Well. Actually. ...yeah, I got nothing. It totally is. It's about this whore in London a couple hundred years ago, and if that isn't enough to convince you (books about whores, guys. The well-written, non-graphic ones are so addicting!), it also has murder, lust for pretty clothes, an awkward first relationship (sort of), corsets, the clap, questionable means of abortion, and pretty red ribbons. Please. Get it. Read it. Love it. :)
NPR IS THE BEST INVENTION IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. I also like WEKU (the local NPR-streaming station)'s classical music segements. Last semester, I listened mostly to Kidd Kraddick in the morning and top 40s hits. INTERESTING DIGRESSION maybe not.
My bathroom light has been out for over a week. I keep forgetting about it, until I go to use it, at which point I make a mental note to fix it. I always forget this. I also always turn the (currently useless) light switch on and off every time I use it. Go figure! (I currently have a lamp in it, for the record).
I wore a fake mustache (gray) to school all day to school one day recently. It was pretty rad. I guess I could dig up pictures, if people want.

Okay, everyone! I'm off to practice piano and go to bed. Have a lovely weekend/St Patrick's Day! I feel as if everyone should post pictures of them wearing green. Those who don't, can be cyber-pinched!

...maybe not.

PS: HAPPY PI DAY!!

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saskiab — Sat, 02 Feb 2008 07:24:00 GMT

SO it has been forever. About, oh, a few weeks ago, I had this huge long post written out, but this site crapped out for, like, three days, and said post (which was largely about girls' schools in Bristol, as in England, and my tumblog, and such things. There were a zillion links, so this is highly upsetting.

Why am I awake so late? You might ask that, and I might ask the same. :| it's because I've started writing short stories again, and there's this one that's about, oh. Two sentences long so far, and I really want to write more, but my muse has been SLAIN by the horrors that are germs. So I'm wasting time before I go to bed (presumably in the next five minutes or so).

In the past week I have:

Turned eighteen (on Wednesday! Hurrah!)
Registered to vote (so excited!!)
Gotten quite ill and had to stay at home for essentially two (one and two thirds?) days. Which basically sucks.

...yeah, I don't really have that much to say. I'm feeling rather ill, still, because my sister kind of accidentally broke a lot of nail polish bottles and the smell is getting to me. I also feel dirty, because of my illness and the way it compromises my hygine, and tired, because it's, well. Pretty darn late. And headachey and sniffley and stuff, but I am NO LONGER HUNGRY because I made food with my magnificent Quesadilla Maker Of Doom (or, as my friend J likes to call it, my armadillo maker). Hurrah, food!

Tomorrow (today. UGH) is my party. Pizza and Wakko's Wish for the win!

To do:

Rent Wakko's Wish
SLEEP
Get at table at the restaurant
SLEEP
Send J's package (which I've been promising for, like, two months now? Three? Definitely since the RED party, because. One of the things is an autographed copy of RED! A lot of you might remember signing it, or one of the other three. Um.)
SLEEP
Get healthy. Bonus points for not infecting friends!
Write more
Do math homework
SLEEP
Listen to more Bare: a Pop Opera, which is a pretty great musical with pretty great music. (Thanks, Megan, for unknowningly introducing me!)
SLEEP

As you can probably tell, sleep is a little bit important to me. MOM, IF YOU READ THIS BLOG BEFORE WAKING ME UP, LET ME SLEEP IN TILL NOONISH? THANKS.

And now, to sleep. Carry on, folks! Have a brilliant first-weekend-of-February.

SLEEP.

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