Monday, December 11, 2006
Biochem is over, but my week is still hell
Who thought it was a good idea to take all of your finals in one week when they consist of 60-90% of your grade?
Sunday, December 03, 2006
My "what felt like a busy, but really wasnt" weekend
I have about 13 unfinished blog drafts waiting to be completed. I think I start them too late in the evening. I don't want to work on my essay, or study. Even though both of those are exordinarily important. I will write about my weekend. It moved so quickly, I feel like it wasn't here at all. I've spent so much time studying and working in front of the computer, but I don't have much to show for it. I'm very worried about this upcoming mess of finals and passing all of my courses. Studying would ensure that I will do well on the finals, but I can't seem to bring myself to do it.
Friday: went to the gym in the AM. class. ate a wonderful mushroom soup at Ciaran's and got hit on by the waiter who doesnt really speak English. went over to the Health Science Center to work on Biochem studying. I walked back in the dark. The wind has been unbelievable for the past week, it almost knocked me over a few times. I came back, probably ate dinner and went to bed. It felt like I had done so much more.
Saturday: I woke up ultra early, mostly because I was very excited about the upcoming day. I packed up all of my gear to go riding, a lunch and went down to the Stables to pick up the bus. It was late (as usual) but I managed to arrive downtown around 9:30. I headed over to Cornmarket Square, when suddenly I noticed an abnormally large number of people on the streets in Limerick. What is this? I thought. No one actually goes out this early... or do they. Apparently what I thought was Limerick's weak attempt at a city market (because everything is boarded up on the weekdays or when I'm around that dingy area) is Limerick's epicenter of activity on saturday mornings. the market had its crepe vendor, gourmet fudge, fishes, cheeses from farm ladies with no teeth, fresh meats and sausages, various jams chuntney and organic honey vendors,a dozen or so baked goods vendors (yummm)and last but not least: farmers with dirty earth vegetables like cabbages, potatoes, leeks, tubers, etc. with dirty hands wellies, overall, tweed jackets and canes. One man i swear looked like he had gotten here by donkey-pulled cart. If it wasnt just me here, I would have gotten something wonderful to use for dinner, but its just me and im on a diet. I stuck to the orginal plan to eat at the Wild Onion Cafe. They serve a 3 cup carafe of coffee (this is the most I have gotten in one sitting in Ireland without having to pay extra. when i got my meal....I have never seen a plate this full. The whole thing was covered in french toast, potatoes and a huge vegetarian "sausage" patty. Real maple syrup. It was FAN-tastic. I hate french toast, but this was alot different, almost angel food cake like. I got up the courage to ask why an American couple would move to Ireland to open up a Chicago style "diner". She was cute and sweet, explain it was more for health care costs than anything. We talked for about 20 minutes about Limerick, UL, being away from the States, and diners. I jetted off to the Munster rugby store to buy my dad a tracksuit set that cost 105euro (ouch) but he really wanted it. I narrowly made to the bus station on Parnell to get the 11:35 bus to Adare. I arrived and headed right over to the Gift Box (a craft/souvenier shop with a horrible website)to facilitate my mother's purchases of Nicholas Mosse Pottery. She fell in love with the Landscape pattern (lots of animals) when we were in Clifden and this shop in Adare has a huge stock of pottry goods. I set up the order and the shipment, tried on a Barbour coat at the expensive equestrian store, ate my lunch and called up a taxi to take me out to Clonshire for my ride. Upon arriving I filled out my liability form and jumped on the "blitzy" little bay pony Basil. Don't let him fool you, he had a bit of the Devil's whisker inside of him. Apparently, I was attending the riding outing with a group of French-Canadians from MOntreal on holiday. they were wealthy and well dressed and they all had big irish hunters to ride, while i got stuck on the plucky pony. We headed out after a quick jumping warm up when I knew we were up to no good. When Dan Foley, our guide, met with us the breeze picked up to a heavy and cold Irish wind, and all of the horses started moving faster. We rode through a field of cows (some were bull calves no less) and the horses really started to get antsy. Some bucked, others reared, mine just sped up. We stopped for a bit at waited for the horses to settle in a bit, to relax with us. But both the horses and riders had thier adrenalin running. Then one of the cows charged one of the horses that the charming younger French Canadian with long puffy hair was riding. The horse took off across the field - with every other horse following him. When we finally got them under control, we did a few more jumps of solid stone walls between trees and I felt pretty secure. Then we approached an area of construction. Dan suggested that we try jumping this flat bed truck (lower than a regular car of course) that was filled with gravel. He aimed his little chestnust gelding over the gravel heap. Obviously the horse refused, but Dan beat him until he went over. I spared my little pony and stayed back with the matrons of the ride - the wives with the expensive show jumpers who dont do much other than arena work and barely break a sweat riding. They were nice company and laughed at thier idiodic husbands trying to prove their masculinity by jumping these rediculous jumps. I told the women that I had only jumped a few times before (well ever) and they sort of looked at me as if I had 4 heads. They said they really respected my abilities as a rider because they have been jumping for years and didn't feel comfortable enough to do much of the jumping. The footing got worse as we headed through the fields and it was very muddy. The wind picked up more and it was quite cold. Dan asked us if we'd like to try a "tricky" jump. That meant that we had to jump a little string fence. I absolutely refused. The last thing I needed was to jump a piece of twine with my little pony and fall off when he refused, or having him get scared, attempt to jump it and get stuck in the string. None of the horses wanted to do it, but Dan just said "use the whip, that is what it's for". So of course some of the riders got the horses across because they were too scared to refuse the whip. Other horses, like the big black horse (the man riding spoke hardly any english at all and he and his wife were the oldest of the group) refused the fence and the whip and would not jump. So we moved on. There were about 10 more jumps, I did about 4 of them (all lower ones with good visibility) I tried a combination of 3, but lost my stirrup after 2 and made a mess of the 3rd. oh well. Across the field we went at a breakneck speed ( I like this more than jumping) until we reached a duck pond. "Ho-ho", Dan said, "who'd like to take a bit of a swim, its quite refreshing." He jumped his horse into the pond (who did not like being wet at all). The man on the big black horse attempted, the women attempted, the man with the long puffy gray hair who flirts with me and the other woman constantly while riding, finally got his horse in and then fell off when the horse took a bee-line out of the water quickly and took a sharp left. He guy fell off and into the water, and everyone laughed. It was a great sight. I decided my pony was brave enough, so I took him to the water, only squeezed his sides, and he took 3 steps in. He took a big drink (the perfect sign) and jumped in. Somehow I forgot that everyone had BIG horses and I was on the pipsqueak. So the water came up to my thighs, soaking my boots, chaps, socks and breeches. And I had no change of clothes except for another shirt. While I waited for the rest of the group to walk around the pond, my pony decided that it would be a great time to lay down and roll. Why? I have no idea, apparently his refreshing bath in the pond made him want to cover himself in dirt again. We rode and jumped some in and outs and waited patiently while the men folk ran around to jump another section of cross country jumps including a log pile, a hill jump and a really expansive jump that was much wider than my pony. When we headed in I though about all the crazy stuff that we did. None of it would be allowed in the United States, too much liability. Not to mention the fact that we went through pastures filled with cows, sheep and other horses on horseback, which is really dangerous. And the footing was awful, in the States you wouldnt have even wanted to turn your horse out in mud that deep, let alone ride through some of it as it was about a foot and a half deep in places. I returned little Basil to the stable girls who washed him off and I headed back up to the arena to watch the kids camp lessons. I paid and then asked the Canadians if I could get a ride back into town with them. I hated staying there the extra hour, but it saved me 10euro and the hassle of trying to get a cab. I had such a huge problem getting out to Clonshire on this particular day because of the weddings that were being held and I most definately didnt want to be stuck. I talked to them for a long time, as the cab was quite late. They asked me all sorts of questions about Ireland, my studies, etc. They asked me if I spoke French, and my reply was that I understood more than I could speak, which was true. The eldest man grabbed my chin and said, "une tres gentile fille, n'est pas?" and then said something about my eyes and face. We cheerily packed into the van as it was made for 8 and we had 9. When we reached Adare they asked me if I wanted to get a drink with them, but I declined politely, I wanted to get back to Limerick to study. Unfortunately, it was about 7pm by the time I got back to UL and I didnt feel like doing much at all. I think I got depresse and watched TV until about 2am because I just couldnt sleep.
Sunday: Or today. I woke up at 9:30 after having only gotten a few hours of sleep. I putz around on the computer and went downstairs to filth. disgusting roommates. it was so gross, I had to clean the kitchen. Once it was clean, i made myself a big helping of wheat germ pancakes with cooked apple and pear, drank some coffee, took a shower, wasted more time and eventually headed to the library, ate some lunch and a bunch of snacks there, then went to the computer lab to waste money printing. i spent all of that time pouring over my essay, just to end up with a jumbled outline for this paper. I really should spend more time on classes that are required for my major, like Biochem, but I'd like this paper not to be one of the boring, thoughtless masses that she has to read through and give C3's to. I feel like all of this work I have done up to this point is in vain. I came back, used my leftover mexican beans for a baked stuffed pepper, and watched an episode of House on Lain's online TV website. and I'm still here. It's cold and raining outside. Like it has been and will be. I wish I could get up to Croagh Patrick before I leave, but there is no way I can do it alone in this weather with so few daylight hours. I'm going to go make myself a pot of tea, put on some pj's (Dear Lauren Koenig - If you are reading this, I think that a pair of UVM sweatpants would be AWESOME right now, and I totally need to get a pair ASAP), and scrounge around in some awesome molecular biochemistry.
by the time i have finished this, and written my emails, it is 12:13am and I didn't get much accomplished. I fail.
Friday: went to the gym in the AM. class. ate a wonderful mushroom soup at Ciaran's and got hit on by the waiter who doesnt really speak English. went over to the Health Science Center to work on Biochem studying. I walked back in the dark. The wind has been unbelievable for the past week, it almost knocked me over a few times. I came back, probably ate dinner and went to bed. It felt like I had done so much more.
Saturday: I woke up ultra early, mostly because I was very excited about the upcoming day. I packed up all of my gear to go riding, a lunch and went down to the Stables to pick up the bus. It was late (as usual) but I managed to arrive downtown around 9:30. I headed over to Cornmarket Square, when suddenly I noticed an abnormally large number of people on the streets in Limerick. What is this? I thought. No one actually goes out this early... or do they. Apparently what I thought was Limerick's weak attempt at a city market (because everything is boarded up on the weekdays or when I'm around that dingy area) is Limerick's epicenter of activity on saturday mornings. the market had its crepe vendor, gourmet fudge, fishes, cheeses from farm ladies with no teeth, fresh meats and sausages, various jams chuntney and organic honey vendors,a dozen or so baked goods vendors (yummm)and last but not least: farmers with dirty earth vegetables like cabbages, potatoes, leeks, tubers, etc. with dirty hands wellies, overall, tweed jackets and canes. One man i swear looked like he had gotten here by donkey-pulled cart. If it wasnt just me here, I would have gotten something wonderful to use for dinner, but its just me and im on a diet. I stuck to the orginal plan to eat at the Wild Onion Cafe. They serve a 3 cup carafe of coffee (this is the most I have gotten in one sitting in Ireland without having to pay extra. when i got my meal....I have never seen a plate this full. The whole thing was covered in french toast, potatoes and a huge vegetarian "sausage" patty. Real maple syrup. It was FAN-tastic. I hate french toast, but this was alot different, almost angel food cake like. I got up the courage to ask why an American couple would move to Ireland to open up a Chicago style "diner". She was cute and sweet, explain it was more for health care costs than anything. We talked for about 20 minutes about Limerick, UL, being away from the States, and diners. I jetted off to the Munster rugby store to buy my dad a tracksuit set that cost 105euro (ouch) but he really wanted it. I narrowly made to the bus station on Parnell to get the 11:35 bus to Adare. I arrived and headed right over to the Gift Box (a craft/souvenier shop with a horrible website)to facilitate my mother's purchases of Nicholas Mosse Pottery. She fell in love with the Landscape pattern (lots of animals) when we were in Clifden and this shop in Adare has a huge stock of pottry goods. I set up the order and the shipment, tried on a Barbour coat at the expensive equestrian store, ate my lunch and called up a taxi to take me out to Clonshire for my ride. Upon arriving I filled out my liability form and jumped on the "blitzy" little bay pony Basil. Don't let him fool you, he had a bit of the Devil's whisker inside of him. Apparently, I was attending the riding outing with a group of French-Canadians from MOntreal on holiday. they were wealthy and well dressed and they all had big irish hunters to ride, while i got stuck on the plucky pony. We headed out after a quick jumping warm up when I knew we were up to no good. When Dan Foley, our guide, met with us the breeze picked up to a heavy and cold Irish wind, and all of the horses started moving faster. We rode through a field of cows (some were bull calves no less) and the horses really started to get antsy. Some bucked, others reared, mine just sped up. We stopped for a bit at waited for the horses to settle in a bit, to relax with us. But both the horses and riders had thier adrenalin running. Then one of the cows charged one of the horses that the charming younger French Canadian with long puffy hair was riding. The horse took off across the field - with every other horse following him. When we finally got them under control, we did a few more jumps of solid stone walls between trees and I felt pretty secure. Then we approached an area of construction. Dan suggested that we try jumping this flat bed truck (lower than a regular car of course) that was filled with gravel. He aimed his little chestnust gelding over the gravel heap. Obviously the horse refused, but Dan beat him until he went over. I spared my little pony and stayed back with the matrons of the ride - the wives with the expensive show jumpers who dont do much other than arena work and barely break a sweat riding. They were nice company and laughed at thier idiodic husbands trying to prove their masculinity by jumping these rediculous jumps. I told the women that I had only jumped a few times before (well ever) and they sort of looked at me as if I had 4 heads. They said they really respected my abilities as a rider because they have been jumping for years and didn't feel comfortable enough to do much of the jumping. The footing got worse as we headed through the fields and it was very muddy. The wind picked up more and it was quite cold. Dan asked us if we'd like to try a "tricky" jump. That meant that we had to jump a little string fence. I absolutely refused. The last thing I needed was to jump a piece of twine with my little pony and fall off when he refused, or having him get scared, attempt to jump it and get stuck in the string. None of the horses wanted to do it, but Dan just said "use the whip, that is what it's for". So of course some of the riders got the horses across because they were too scared to refuse the whip. Other horses, like the big black horse (the man riding spoke hardly any english at all and he and his wife were the oldest of the group) refused the fence and the whip and would not jump. So we moved on. There were about 10 more jumps, I did about 4 of them (all lower ones with good visibility) I tried a combination of 3, but lost my stirrup after 2 and made a mess of the 3rd. oh well. Across the field we went at a breakneck speed ( I like this more than jumping) until we reached a duck pond. "Ho-ho", Dan said, "who'd like to take a bit of a swim, its quite refreshing." He jumped his horse into the pond (who did not like being wet at all). The man on the big black horse attempted, the women attempted, the man with the long puffy gray hair who flirts with me and the other woman constantly while riding, finally got his horse in and then fell off when the horse took a bee-line out of the water quickly and took a sharp left. He guy fell off and into the water, and everyone laughed. It was a great sight. I decided my pony was brave enough, so I took him to the water, only squeezed his sides, and he took 3 steps in. He took a big drink (the perfect sign) and jumped in. Somehow I forgot that everyone had BIG horses and I was on the pipsqueak. So the water came up to my thighs, soaking my boots, chaps, socks and breeches. And I had no change of clothes except for another shirt. While I waited for the rest of the group to walk around the pond, my pony decided that it would be a great time to lay down and roll. Why? I have no idea, apparently his refreshing bath in the pond made him want to cover himself in dirt again. We rode and jumped some in and outs and waited patiently while the men folk ran around to jump another section of cross country jumps including a log pile, a hill jump and a really expansive jump that was much wider than my pony. When we headed in I though about all the crazy stuff that we did. None of it would be allowed in the United States, too much liability. Not to mention the fact that we went through pastures filled with cows, sheep and other horses on horseback, which is really dangerous. And the footing was awful, in the States you wouldnt have even wanted to turn your horse out in mud that deep, let alone ride through some of it as it was about a foot and a half deep in places. I returned little Basil to the stable girls who washed him off and I headed back up to the arena to watch the kids camp lessons. I paid and then asked the Canadians if I could get a ride back into town with them. I hated staying there the extra hour, but it saved me 10euro and the hassle of trying to get a cab. I had such a huge problem getting out to Clonshire on this particular day because of the weddings that were being held and I most definately didnt want to be stuck. I talked to them for a long time, as the cab was quite late. They asked me all sorts of questions about Ireland, my studies, etc. They asked me if I spoke French, and my reply was that I understood more than I could speak, which was true. The eldest man grabbed my chin and said, "une tres gentile fille, n'est pas?" and then said something about my eyes and face. We cheerily packed into the van as it was made for 8 and we had 9. When we reached Adare they asked me if I wanted to get a drink with them, but I declined politely, I wanted to get back to Limerick to study. Unfortunately, it was about 7pm by the time I got back to UL and I didnt feel like doing much at all. I think I got depresse and watched TV until about 2am because I just couldnt sleep.
Sunday: Or today. I woke up at 9:30 after having only gotten a few hours of sleep. I putz around on the computer and went downstairs to filth. disgusting roommates. it was so gross, I had to clean the kitchen. Once it was clean, i made myself a big helping of wheat germ pancakes with cooked apple and pear, drank some coffee, took a shower, wasted more time and eventually headed to the library, ate some lunch and a bunch of snacks there, then went to the computer lab to waste money printing. i spent all of that time pouring over my essay, just to end up with a jumbled outline for this paper. I really should spend more time on classes that are required for my major, like Biochem, but I'd like this paper not to be one of the boring, thoughtless masses that she has to read through and give C3's to. I feel like all of this work I have done up to this point is in vain. I came back, used my leftover mexican beans for a baked stuffed pepper, and watched an episode of House on Lain's online TV website. and I'm still here. It's cold and raining outside. Like it has been and will be. I wish I could get up to Croagh Patrick before I leave, but there is no way I can do it alone in this weather with so few daylight hours. I'm going to go make myself a pot of tea, put on some pj's (Dear Lauren Koenig - If you are reading this, I think that a pair of UVM sweatpants would be AWESOME right now, and I totally need to get a pair ASAP), and scrounge around in some awesome molecular biochemistry.
by the time i have finished this, and written my emails, it is 12:13am and I didn't get much accomplished. I fail.
Monday, November 06, 2006
the end of the weekend
Chris came to Limerick this weekend, well actually Thursday night until this morning. It was really great to be around someone familiar. We cooked (well I cooked and chris ate) and went out to some really great restaurants (and ate too much of course), visited King James's Castle, the Hunt Museum, and walked around Limerick ( I would say to shop, but there wasnt an act of purchasing). Chris got tattooed by Danny Bullman on saturday, so we missed the play I wanted to see: Waiting for Godot, but we did see the Departed (me for the second time). I tried to go riding on Sunday morning, but my taxi didnt show up, causing me to miss my bus out to Adare. We had a giant angry rottweiler hanging outside of our house since saturday, nearly attacking people who came too close, and was only finally removed this morning.
It was a turbulent, trying, and very rewarding weekend.
This is a brief synopsis because I have too much to do and not enough time.
It was a turbulent, trying, and very rewarding weekend.
This is a brief synopsis because I have too much to do and not enough time.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING....
...to an empty sky and a frost covered ground. It is the first frost of the season. The winter months of Ireland are just starting to begin, but there hardly seemed to be any difference in the weather until just 2 days ago. We went from regularly warm and comfortable days and cool nights to chilly days and cold nights in a short span of time. It seems like fall was skipped over. Ireland apparently seems to get stuck in a rut somewhere between Halloween and Christmas, where the weather quavers between pleasantly sunny to bone-chilling rain (the latter is in short supply now thank god).
The weather is alot like my time spent in Ireland so far: it has it's ups and it has it's downs and they seem to be almost sinusoidal (pardon my science). Some days I get caught up in how amazing it is that I am living in a different country, with a culture that is completly different than mine and it both amazes me and frightens me.
I have alot of work to do, between catching up with my studying for my exam modules and writing essays for my folklore and music courses, as well as lab reports, tutorials, etc, and alot of it needs to be done today.
*sigh*
The weather is alot like my time spent in Ireland so far: it has it's ups and it has it's downs and they seem to be almost sinusoidal (pardon my science). Some days I get caught up in how amazing it is that I am living in a different country, with a culture that is completly different than mine and it both amazes me and frightens me.
I have alot of work to do, between catching up with my studying for my exam modules and writing essays for my folklore and music courses, as well as lab reports, tutorials, etc, and alot of it needs to be done today.
*sigh*
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
What a bust
So tonight I thought I might go out, do some shopping, get a cheap bite to eat, listen to some tunes at Nancy Blakes.
and none of that actually happened. go figure.
by the time I got out of lab, and out of the gym (which was lackluster might I add), and took a quick shower. it was later than I had hoped, but I still thought I would make it in time before Wacky Shoes (please forgive the poor bastard who named the store) closed. So I went to hop the bus, which ended up being the EURO bus, starting off my bad luck. The EURO bus is 40e cheaper than the regular Uni bus, but it goes fuck all over town; to where I have no idea. So by the time I made it downtown, looked at my watch, I had exactly 35 minutes before the store closed. Then...WTF the store was shut down for the night. Why? For another reason I do not know. So here I am with no shoes, stuck downtown with all the rest of the closed shops (things close here too early for thier own good). What is a girl to do now? I went into Roches, because they are going out of business, but the Levis shirt I want ( a black western shirt with turquoise buttons) is still not on sale, and still 80E. No way.
By now it's close to 7 and I'm really hungry. Great. Most of the bistros, cafes, and quaint eats shops are closed. After 6pm is the domination of restaurants with steep prices, set menus, and drink ordering expectations, or the fast food joints that reek of oil, lard, and fried uh cod? meat? kebabs? I have no idea. I get worried because when you are really hungry, everything and anything sounds good. I remembered that I wanted to try the Indian Vegetarian restaurant Copper and Spice. So I head down to the Milk Market to the restaurant. It's in a sketchy area so there is a bell you have to ring to be let into the lobby of the restaurant. Immediately I like it. I ask about dinner for one (oh god how depressing is that? Have you ever eaten alone? Well it's my second night out in a row eating by myself and its miserable even if the food is amazing). It looks doubtful because they are swamped with reservations. He asks if I can eat about be out by 8. Its 6:57, giving me one hour to play with. I scoff. HA, I say to the cheery indian man, I can eat the entire set menu AND enjoy a pot of tea in less time than that. And so I did.
I ordered the veggie pakoras, the thali special, and Kulfi ice cream with a pot of thai tea. The thali special included 3 small portions of any of the vegetarian main course options with spiced yougurt, yellow curry, naan and rice. I ate giant popodums with peach chutney, chili yougurt, and jicama salsa until my starter arrived. Let me tell you, it was delish. I wanted to eat all of it, but I was getting full (too many popodums), so I had the poor girl wrap up my meagar leftovers. At least I'll have a good lunch tomorrow... The kulfi ice cream wasnt exactly what i wanted, but I had to leave pretty soon after I ordered desert. I enjoyed my tea and watched the other groups of people enter the restaurant and thier dynamics. There were 2 groups of 3 (not together) and i thought about how awkward it is to be in that type of a table arrangement, especially when there isn't a couple involved. How do you arrange the one girl and two men? Do you get a round table (my choice)? When the kulfi arrived, I could tell it was homemade. I was very icey with pistachios and rich flavor. I needed a knife to cut it, but I only had a spoon, so i shoveled it down with some tea and marched up to pay. My total came to 27euro after i added my tip. That's expensive, because after having tallied up my expenditures here...well lets just say I shouldn't eat so extravagently on a regular basis. Not that it stops me, I just keep going through money like water because to be honest, I'm not the one keeping track of my finances. I couldn't tell you how much being here is costing me, except that from my calculations, I will be broke when I get back and will need to find a job.
After leaving the restaurant at 8:01, I caught the bus back to the University. I wasnt much in the mood for fending off people at the bar at Nancy Blakes to hear some music, mostly because I was too full. I decided to go to the SuperQuinn because I really needed some fresh fruit, eggs, soy milk, and veggies. I find that if I don't have healthy stuff around I eat for shite: grabbing cookies and candies. I bought way more stuff than I could carry home, which is typical. Why I bought another jam conserve (total of 3 in my cupboard) is beyond me, but what can i say? I love jam. I even had to leave some unpurchased goods behind. The walk isn't long, but it seems that way when you are carrying alot of awkward bags. When I finally returned, my door was fucked up, as in the key wouldnt turn in the latch. I thought someone might have locked it from the inside, but no, no one was home. It took 15 minutes of wiggling to get it, and the only reason it wouldnt open was that there was a card stuck in the door.
so there is my night. my theatre options sucked, which left me with the previous cascade of events. I hope this weekend goes fairly smooth, I mean I pray that this weekend goes smoothly, because I will be relying on alot of public transportation. Tomorrow is up in the air, and I'm sure it will go by fast. I'd like to bake some carrot plum bread with all of my carrots that I have, maybe the gym, more lab reports, essay research and studying. No too impressive, but I'm hesitant on spending another 2.60 to go downtown just for shoes.
and none of that actually happened. go figure.
by the time I got out of lab, and out of the gym (which was lackluster might I add), and took a quick shower. it was later than I had hoped, but I still thought I would make it in time before Wacky Shoes (please forgive the poor bastard who named the store) closed. So I went to hop the bus, which ended up being the EURO bus, starting off my bad luck. The EURO bus is 40e cheaper than the regular Uni bus, but it goes fuck all over town; to where I have no idea. So by the time I made it downtown, looked at my watch, I had exactly 35 minutes before the store closed. Then...WTF the store was shut down for the night. Why? For another reason I do not know. So here I am with no shoes, stuck downtown with all the rest of the closed shops (things close here too early for thier own good). What is a girl to do now? I went into Roches, because they are going out of business, but the Levis shirt I want ( a black western shirt with turquoise buttons) is still not on sale, and still 80E. No way.
By now it's close to 7 and I'm really hungry. Great. Most of the bistros, cafes, and quaint eats shops are closed. After 6pm is the domination of restaurants with steep prices, set menus, and drink ordering expectations, or the fast food joints that reek of oil, lard, and fried uh cod? meat? kebabs? I have no idea. I get worried because when you are really hungry, everything and anything sounds good. I remembered that I wanted to try the Indian Vegetarian restaurant Copper and Spice. So I head down to the Milk Market to the restaurant. It's in a sketchy area so there is a bell you have to ring to be let into the lobby of the restaurant. Immediately I like it. I ask about dinner for one (oh god how depressing is that? Have you ever eaten alone? Well it's my second night out in a row eating by myself and its miserable even if the food is amazing). It looks doubtful because they are swamped with reservations. He asks if I can eat about be out by 8. Its 6:57, giving me one hour to play with. I scoff. HA, I say to the cheery indian man, I can eat the entire set menu AND enjoy a pot of tea in less time than that. And so I did.
I ordered the veggie pakoras, the thali special, and Kulfi ice cream with a pot of thai tea. The thali special included 3 small portions of any of the vegetarian main course options with spiced yougurt, yellow curry, naan and rice. I ate giant popodums with peach chutney, chili yougurt, and jicama salsa until my starter arrived. Let me tell you, it was delish. I wanted to eat all of it, but I was getting full (too many popodums), so I had the poor girl wrap up my meagar leftovers. At least I'll have a good lunch tomorrow... The kulfi ice cream wasnt exactly what i wanted, but I had to leave pretty soon after I ordered desert. I enjoyed my tea and watched the other groups of people enter the restaurant and thier dynamics. There were 2 groups of 3 (not together) and i thought about how awkward it is to be in that type of a table arrangement, especially when there isn't a couple involved. How do you arrange the one girl and two men? Do you get a round table (my choice)? When the kulfi arrived, I could tell it was homemade. I was very icey with pistachios and rich flavor. I needed a knife to cut it, but I only had a spoon, so i shoveled it down with some tea and marched up to pay. My total came to 27euro after i added my tip. That's expensive, because after having tallied up my expenditures here...well lets just say I shouldn't eat so extravagently on a regular basis. Not that it stops me, I just keep going through money like water because to be honest, I'm not the one keeping track of my finances. I couldn't tell you how much being here is costing me, except that from my calculations, I will be broke when I get back and will need to find a job.
After leaving the restaurant at 8:01, I caught the bus back to the University. I wasnt much in the mood for fending off people at the bar at Nancy Blakes to hear some music, mostly because I was too full. I decided to go to the SuperQuinn because I really needed some fresh fruit, eggs, soy milk, and veggies. I find that if I don't have healthy stuff around I eat for shite: grabbing cookies and candies. I bought way more stuff than I could carry home, which is typical. Why I bought another jam conserve (total of 3 in my cupboard) is beyond me, but what can i say? I love jam. I even had to leave some unpurchased goods behind. The walk isn't long, but it seems that way when you are carrying alot of awkward bags. When I finally returned, my door was fucked up, as in the key wouldnt turn in the latch. I thought someone might have locked it from the inside, but no, no one was home. It took 15 minutes of wiggling to get it, and the only reason it wouldnt open was that there was a card stuck in the door.
so there is my night. my theatre options sucked, which left me with the previous cascade of events. I hope this weekend goes fairly smooth, I mean I pray that this weekend goes smoothly, because I will be relying on alot of public transportation. Tomorrow is up in the air, and I'm sure it will go by fast. I'd like to bake some carrot plum bread with all of my carrots that I have, maybe the gym, more lab reports, essay research and studying. No too impressive, but I'm hesitant on spending another 2.60 to go downtown just for shoes.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
"To the uneducated, an A is just three sticks."
... a quote by Eeyore.
Today I realized that my studies here in Ireland have been slipping. I went into Equine Physiology knowing there was going to be a quiz, and I was unprepared. Partially my fault for not reading through last weeks packet, but when I looked at the material on the quiz, there was information that I couldn't find anyways when I tried looking it up after class. The professor is nice, but she races through lecture with a blazing pace and doesnt give us the powerpoint notes until about a week later, so you are constantly having to play catch-up. We just got the notes this morning (before lecture and the quiz), but I had class so I couldn't review. Needless to say I was upset. I really want to do well in my classes, but I'm having a hard time adjusting to school here, especially the requirements because there really aren't any. I miss the structure of school in the US, where they give you ample opportunities to make up your grades, many opportunities to prove that you are a good student. Here your course grade depends on one final exam for the most part, which is why GPAs tend to be low here. Yet we had GPA requirements to get into this University - it sort of baffles me. The USA gets such a bad rap for education and I'm not sure why. Before I came here I was told that it would be different in that students here are really here to learn, whereas in the US it's all about experience (which I don't think is completely true either). But the Irish students are NEVER in class. Perhaps about an 1/8 of our Equine Physiology class is there for lectures. The class quizzes (and the 2 that I just failed, luckily there are a few more :( ) account for 15% of our grade, and they aren't even in attendance for them. At least I'm there even if I'm failing the random question quizzes. I've never even heard of a denedron before - how am I supposed to know how to answer a question with a scientific word I've never heard of before is there? .....Anyways......
I'm taking Irish Step Dance and today we watched videos on Irish Step Dancing competition. I'm not horrible at dance, but its hard to keep up with Marie, our instructor. She is a dancer, not a teacher: a huge difference. It's like trying to listen to a cracked out PollyAnna with red curly hair on speed. It's fun, but frusterating because we all want to learn the steps, but we first have to decipher the Red Fury and then try to keep up with her stick legs across the dance floor. I don't think I've seen a dancer so thin. I was excited to be there today, but we didn't get to learn much dance, and we won't have tutorial next week, so it's three weeks without dance.
So without dance, I went to the gym for an extra bit of time, did about 45 minutes of cardio - so I was there for about an hour and half. I fooled around a bit when I got back to my room, showered, cooked some beans, rice, brocolli, and curry sauce, ate a few cookies and now I'm headed off to the library to claim some books, photocopy a few articles, and find some much needed texts. Then I have to write a lab report.
If there is one thing that I'm excited about is that once I graduate from college, there will be no more silly little lab reports, only "serious scientific studies". Good Riddance.
Today I had the random desire to 1) join Peace Corps after graduation and 2) go to medical school at UVM then work for Doctors without Borders. I think this mostly has to do with the fact that I am abroad now, and sometimes enjoy it. However, my feeling on being away from my family, my country, and everything I know and love change everyday. Each day I think about my future, my career(s),etc. and my ideas and desires change. Veterinary school versus medical school, but then can I actually get into those schools. Am I good enough, smart enough, brave enough? Intership or taking it easy or job after graduation? Do I need the money or just to relax or to learn? Where do I need to be? Home? Vermont? Somewhere else? I keep trying to figure this out, which has led me to be distracted from my studies and my enjoyment of being abroad. I'm really caught up in the future and I don't know why.
I think it's mostly because it's the one thing I can control, but yet I can't until I get there. And honestly that scares me to death.
Today I realized that my studies here in Ireland have been slipping. I went into Equine Physiology knowing there was going to be a quiz, and I was unprepared. Partially my fault for not reading through last weeks packet, but when I looked at the material on the quiz, there was information that I couldn't find anyways when I tried looking it up after class. The professor is nice, but she races through lecture with a blazing pace and doesnt give us the powerpoint notes until about a week later, so you are constantly having to play catch-up. We just got the notes this morning (before lecture and the quiz), but I had class so I couldn't review. Needless to say I was upset. I really want to do well in my classes, but I'm having a hard time adjusting to school here, especially the requirements because there really aren't any. I miss the structure of school in the US, where they give you ample opportunities to make up your grades, many opportunities to prove that you are a good student. Here your course grade depends on one final exam for the most part, which is why GPAs tend to be low here. Yet we had GPA requirements to get into this University - it sort of baffles me. The USA gets such a bad rap for education and I'm not sure why. Before I came here I was told that it would be different in that students here are really here to learn, whereas in the US it's all about experience (which I don't think is completely true either). But the Irish students are NEVER in class. Perhaps about an 1/8 of our Equine Physiology class is there for lectures. The class quizzes (and the 2 that I just failed, luckily there are a few more :( ) account for 15% of our grade, and they aren't even in attendance for them. At least I'm there even if I'm failing the random question quizzes. I've never even heard of a denedron before - how am I supposed to know how to answer a question with a scientific word I've never heard of before is there? .....Anyways......
I'm taking Irish Step Dance and today we watched videos on Irish Step Dancing competition. I'm not horrible at dance, but its hard to keep up with Marie, our instructor. She is a dancer, not a teacher: a huge difference. It's like trying to listen to a cracked out PollyAnna with red curly hair on speed. It's fun, but frusterating because we all want to learn the steps, but we first have to decipher the Red Fury and then try to keep up with her stick legs across the dance floor. I don't think I've seen a dancer so thin. I was excited to be there today, but we didn't get to learn much dance, and we won't have tutorial next week, so it's three weeks without dance.
So without dance, I went to the gym for an extra bit of time, did about 45 minutes of cardio - so I was there for about an hour and half. I fooled around a bit when I got back to my room, showered, cooked some beans, rice, brocolli, and curry sauce, ate a few cookies and now I'm headed off to the library to claim some books, photocopy a few articles, and find some much needed texts. Then I have to write a lab report.
If there is one thing that I'm excited about is that once I graduate from college, there will be no more silly little lab reports, only "serious scientific studies". Good Riddance.
Today I had the random desire to 1) join Peace Corps after graduation and 2) go to medical school at UVM then work for Doctors without Borders. I think this mostly has to do with the fact that I am abroad now, and sometimes enjoy it. However, my feeling on being away from my family, my country, and everything I know and love change everyday. Each day I think about my future, my career(s),etc. and my ideas and desires change. Veterinary school versus medical school, but then can I actually get into those schools. Am I good enough, smart enough, brave enough? Intership or taking it easy or job after graduation? Do I need the money or just to relax or to learn? Where do I need to be? Home? Vermont? Somewhere else? I keep trying to figure this out, which has led me to be distracted from my studies and my enjoyment of being abroad. I'm really caught up in the future and I don't know why.
I think it's mostly because it's the one thing I can control, but yet I can't until I get there. And honestly that scares me to death.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
For No Reason
Im quite pissed about the internet, I don’t know why it hasn’t been working since Tuesday, and I’d really like to attempt to keep up with this blog. So I’m being forced to write it in Word and then transfer it over to blogger. This just makes everything more difficult. The whole reason I paid for this internet service was to be able to use it at my convenience, when I’d like to and where. Plus I paid a lot for it. More than I did to be able to use the gym, and I go there practically everyday.
I had a weird experience today, where I woke up at 3am. I was wide awake and not tired at all. I hadn’t been sleeping in clothes because my room is really warm. I was sweating a bit and couldn’t figure out why. I had a dream about working in a soap mill and me being covered in burning lye.
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Now my computer is working, obviously, or I wouldn’t be updating. I don’t feel like typing up this lab report, but I should. I made fajitas tonight, which made me miss home and my mom, since she is the only one who ever makes them. My clothes smell like fried cumin and onions.
I made some banana bread tonight, so 2 pieces of that and a brownie and those fajitas later, I’m one overly full Jen(n).
I miss home. I miss my dog and my ponies and I can’t wait to see Chris this weekend. But I’m so behind on this school work – I should be spending my time studying. I’m 21, I’m studying abroad – in other words, I have no idea what I should be doing. Most people would be drinking. Instead I’m eating at five-star restaurants and staying at hostels to try to make up for it.
I also have been listening to The Rising by the Boss this week. Strange but true, you can tell I've been away from NJ too long
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Yesterday was my Papa’s birthday. But he lives in California, so its really difficult for me to call because of the time changes. I had my dad call him to tell him happy birthday for me, but he was so knocked up on pain killers because of his cancer that he didn’t know what was up and was too tired to talk. I hope he lives until Christmas, I’d love to be able to send him some cookies, hear his voice, and tell him I love him.
I had a weird experience today, where I woke up at 3am. I was wide awake and not tired at all. I hadn’t been sleeping in clothes because my room is really warm. I was sweating a bit and couldn’t figure out why. I had a dream about working in a soap mill and me being covered in burning lye.
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Now my computer is working, obviously, or I wouldn’t be updating. I don’t feel like typing up this lab report, but I should. I made fajitas tonight, which made me miss home and my mom, since she is the only one who ever makes them. My clothes smell like fried cumin and onions.
I made some banana bread tonight, so 2 pieces of that and a brownie and those fajitas later, I’m one overly full Jen(n).
I miss home. I miss my dog and my ponies and I can’t wait to see Chris this weekend. But I’m so behind on this school work – I should be spending my time studying. I’m 21, I’m studying abroad – in other words, I have no idea what I should be doing. Most people would be drinking. Instead I’m eating at five-star restaurants and staying at hostels to try to make up for it.
I also have been listening to The Rising by the Boss this week. Strange but true, you can tell I've been away from NJ too long
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Yesterday was my Papa’s birthday. But he lives in California, so its really difficult for me to call because of the time changes. I had my dad call him to tell him happy birthday for me, but he was so knocked up on pain killers because of his cancer that he didn’t know what was up and was too tired to talk. I hope he lives until Christmas, I’d love to be able to send him some cookies, hear his voice, and tell him I love him.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Kiss and Tell
I have now kissed the Blarney Stone. It was wet and cold (I think that part is staged.)
This morning I woke up earlier and headed down to the 8.45 bus to Blarney. The guy scammed me off of my student discount, but what's new? I headed to the Blarney Castle to see all of the wonderful sites there, and of course to kiss the stone. I laid a big fat slurpy one one that sucker. The Lake walk was closed, so I milled around some shops looking for Christmas presents until the 12:10 bus.
I decided to eat at the Quay Co-op, a vegan restaurant that reminded me of Stone Soup, for lunch. I had a great bean creole lunch, and I obviously ate too much. I finally found some Chai tea, so I bought that, organic fairtrade coffee, and a shopping bag. I headed back to the hostel in Cork to set my stuff down, and then headed back to the bus station. then i realized i had spent my bus money on lunch and the goods, so i had to run (literally) to the bank to get some cash. i passed a whole bunch of great shops along the way, and committed them to memory. that will be what i do tomorrow.
I hopped the bus out to Kinsale, what a great quaint ocean town. If the weather had been better today, it would have convinced me to move there forever. I milled around for about an hour and a half - looking at all of the 12C cathedrales, buying my grandma some Christmas marmalade and looking in cute shops. then i took the 2km walk out to Charles Fort - which is a rare and very old fortress built on the sea (its star shaped). I took a moment to write a bit in my journal (even though the air was so damp that my pen would hardly write) and watched the seals play in the ocean. There were awesome restaurants there. I mean really great - but I didn't eat at any of them. I am saving my money for Cafe Paradiso tomorrow. I thought I could get away with ordering dessert and a coffee somewhere - but there were so many options i couldnt make my mind up. So instead of eating anything at a restaurant (in which some were completely EMPTY because its off-season) i went to the supervalu and bought a cheap pint of ice cream for one euro. and ate the whole fucking thing.
now i am exhausted from touring and just want to go to bed. I took a sauna for about 20 minutes before i got on the computer and feel pretty relaxed and too full.
early for bed. and early for tomorrow. I'm heading out to the English Market in the AM to get some stuff for gifts for my family, touring the City Gaol, hopefully eating at the expensive vegan cafe, shopping and seeing some other Cork city sights before heading back to Limerick to study and work my ass off before my hellish Wednesday begins.
This morning I woke up earlier and headed down to the 8.45 bus to Blarney. The guy scammed me off of my student discount, but what's new? I headed to the Blarney Castle to see all of the wonderful sites there, and of course to kiss the stone. I laid a big fat slurpy one one that sucker. The Lake walk was closed, so I milled around some shops looking for Christmas presents until the 12:10 bus.
I decided to eat at the Quay Co-op, a vegan restaurant that reminded me of Stone Soup, for lunch. I had a great bean creole lunch, and I obviously ate too much. I finally found some Chai tea, so I bought that, organic fairtrade coffee, and a shopping bag. I headed back to the hostel in Cork to set my stuff down, and then headed back to the bus station. then i realized i had spent my bus money on lunch and the goods, so i had to run (literally) to the bank to get some cash. i passed a whole bunch of great shops along the way, and committed them to memory. that will be what i do tomorrow.
I hopped the bus out to Kinsale, what a great quaint ocean town. If the weather had been better today, it would have convinced me to move there forever. I milled around for about an hour and a half - looking at all of the 12C cathedrales, buying my grandma some Christmas marmalade and looking in cute shops. then i took the 2km walk out to Charles Fort - which is a rare and very old fortress built on the sea (its star shaped). I took a moment to write a bit in my journal (even though the air was so damp that my pen would hardly write) and watched the seals play in the ocean. There were awesome restaurants there. I mean really great - but I didn't eat at any of them. I am saving my money for Cafe Paradiso tomorrow. I thought I could get away with ordering dessert and a coffee somewhere - but there were so many options i couldnt make my mind up. So instead of eating anything at a restaurant (in which some were completely EMPTY because its off-season) i went to the supervalu and bought a cheap pint of ice cream for one euro. and ate the whole fucking thing.
now i am exhausted from touring and just want to go to bed. I took a sauna for about 20 minutes before i got on the computer and feel pretty relaxed and too full.
early for bed. and early for tomorrow. I'm heading out to the English Market in the AM to get some stuff for gifts for my family, touring the City Gaol, hopefully eating at the expensive vegan cafe, shopping and seeing some other Cork city sights before heading back to Limerick to study and work my ass off before my hellish Wednesday begins.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
something to do while bored
Your Top 8 Myspace friends
1. Chris
2. Lauren
3. Mark
4. Bill
5. Kate
6. Sarah
7. Cayce
8. Bryan
Questions:
013. How did you meet 3? The day he barged into my dorm room on Sub-Free Simpson 5 after hearing some sort of harcore music and decided he should say hello.
014. Would 2 and 5 make a good couple? Absolutely not. I know Kate and Lauren both like to make out with girls when they are drinking, but they are polar opposites. I think they’d fight before they would ever making it to the first date.
015. Would you ever kiss 7? I have. When we all played spin the bottle about two/three years ago at Bryan and Erik’s Kardon apartment. (I know, we’re dorks – but we all realized none of us had ever played before).
016. Do you like 4? Of course, that’s why he’s on my list. I haven’t seen him in a while, but then again I haven’t really done anything except work this summer.
017. How did you meet 4? Way back when. Jess Rabideau and I met him the one time her then boyfriend James dropped us off there (he subsequently left) after a dance we were at. We were in his basement it was strange.
018. Is 5 nice? Nice in a way that can only be described by the name “Katred” or kate full of hate.
019. Is 7 in a relationship? Yes.
020. Have you kissed 1? Yeah I think a time or two. I mean I would hope so, we’ve been dating for about 9 months.
021. Who makes you smile? They all do. That is why I keep them around.
022. Who are you closest to? Probably 1-3 because I see them most of all. Chris knows me the best (to his chagrin at times I’m sure). But Kate, Cayce, Sarah and Bryan will always be the ones I remember the most about – and can return to anytime without questioning for a great time, good drinks, and crazy memories of out awful high school days.
023. Who do you wish to be close to? Right now, Chris because I miss him terribly. But I’d really like to see everyone I’m friends with (not just my Top 8) more.
024. When was the last time you saw 4? Last summer. Between mono, living 7 hours away, traveling to Arizona, training horses and giving lessons, and my crazy cubicle job – I haven’t seen him yet.
025. Do you see 3 a lot? No. I haven’t since I left for NJ. Even though he lives in Red Bank, NJ I haven’t seen him yet. July will be beach time and free weekends for me. So I think I will visit Mark and Lauren a lot more.
026. Does 7 love you? Yes she does. In the Cayce Kiley “i-love-everything-way.”
027. Describe 4 in 3 words?
028. What was the best time you had with 2? I have no idea. She was my roommate in college – so everyday was a good day. Probably when we went to Devils Bowl, the Naked Bike Rides, or cooking over at Chris’s mom’s.
029. Who is the loudest? Sarah. No one is really that loud all the time. But this girl has a killer set of pipes when she’s drinking.
030. Do you know when 5's birthday is? November 5
031. Do 6 and 7 live close? I have no idea where Cayce is right now and Sarah is living in Philly. However, their parents’ houses are very close to me – 5 minutes.
032. Which one(s) have you hooked up with? Chris obviously. And Kate, Cayce, Sarah and I still have not had our 4-way.
033. Do you wanna kiss 6? I think she’d be a good kisser. And she doesn’t have cooties.
034. Who on your top 8 do you spend the most time with? None right now they are all too far away. But probably Chris if he were closer.
035. Would you hook up with 5? Again? Sure why not
036. Would you do ANYTHING to make 2 happy? If I knew what it was that made her happy, yes. I’m sure that includes HGTV, a nice dinner, Mark, an art history book and the color brown. I’ve got it covered.
037. How old is 1? 21 years old
038. Who do you think about the most? Chris. He wont leave me alone.
039. Whats your relationship with 6? We’re middle and high school friends who don’t see each other enough.
040. Tell us a funny memory between you and number 8: oh Bryan Plumber. There are so many. Working at the Inn with him was great, but probably my sophomore year in high school when we created his nickname: Spanky. We created it so that we could talk about him to Sarah while he was sitting there at the lunch table with us. It was great to see how embarrassed she would get when we’d say “Sarah likes Spanky”. He didn’t find out until much later that it was actually him. Oh and “buying condoms with Spanky is like buying condoms with your mom.”
041. Tell us about number 7: She’s Cayce Kiley. I can’t describe her. She the urban-hippie, coffee serving, smiling all the time, are my hands the same size girl.
042. Who have you vacationed with, if any? Where? I went to Rowan to visit Bill for 3 days. I’ve been to Lake Bomoseen with Laur, Mark and Chris. And hundreds of strange day trips with 5-8. Chris has been the one I’ve traveled with the most.
043. How old is the oldest? Mark is 24
044. How old is the youngest? Sarah and Kate are 20
045. Have you ever been really pissed off at any of them? Yes. Everyone of them except Sarah and Bryan. They are the neutral ones.
047. Why is 2 in that spot? Because she’s only second best, no not really. Only because I figured Chris would get mad if he were lower and she’s my roommate (all sorts of awesome)
048. 1 comes over to your house and tells you they love you, what do you do? HAHHAHAHAHA. I laugh at him first of all because 1)it will take him about 2 months after the fact to ask me out 2) it actually happened.
049. All of the people in your top 8 are in one room, what is going on?
Chris and Mark are debating over what music to put in and Lauren is standing by them eating some fried fucking dough or some veggie crudités or something staring at my awful Ikea table and discussing its non-functional placement in the room. Bill would be trying to help with the music and walking back and forth talking to Kate. He would then sit down on an open couch where no one else is and start to play his guitar. The order on the large couch will go: Bryan, Kate, Sarah, Cayce. They will all be sitting there: Bryan on his 8th Yards, while Cay and Kate are drinking martinis (aka girlie cocktails). Sarah will have her own bottle of whiskey. They will be talking amongst themselves. Kate and Sarah might look like they were glaring at everyone. I would be running around refilling glasses, grabbing more drinks and food, basically Julia Childs of the party.
050. Which one have you known the longest? Sarah and Bryan actually. 8th grade at Delaware Township School.
051. Do you/have you ever gone to school with any of them? Yeah. All of them. Sarah and Bryan from DTS and HCRHS. Kate, Bill, and Cayce from HCRHS. And Lauren, Mark, and Chris from UVM.
052. How many do you know only because of myspace? None. That’s lame.
So today is Wednesday which means that I get free soft pretzels at work. I just ate a salad with alfalfa sprouts and carrots and it was yummy. I’m wearing my Birkenstocks today. Yes, to work. Although I love dressing up, its boring to dress up conservatively, in the way that I must for work. I really want to be able to wear what I normally wore to the pet store. Band shirts and jeans with my vans. On the 27th the pet store is having a going away party for Donna, who has worked for Lisa for about 15 years. No one can stand working at a pet store for that long. I really hope that they don’t go out of business, its so nice to have a non-Pet Smart pet store around that has high quality goods.
1. Chris
2. Lauren
3. Mark
4. Bill
5. Kate
6. Sarah
7. Cayce
8. Bryan
Questions:
013. How did you meet 3? The day he barged into my dorm room on Sub-Free Simpson 5 after hearing some sort of harcore music and decided he should say hello.
014. Would 2 and 5 make a good couple? Absolutely not. I know Kate and Lauren both like to make out with girls when they are drinking, but they are polar opposites. I think they’d fight before they would ever making it to the first date.
015. Would you ever kiss 7? I have. When we all played spin the bottle about two/three years ago at Bryan and Erik’s Kardon apartment. (I know, we’re dorks – but we all realized none of us had ever played before).
016. Do you like 4? Of course, that’s why he’s on my list. I haven’t seen him in a while, but then again I haven’t really done anything except work this summer.
017. How did you meet 4? Way back when. Jess Rabideau and I met him the one time her then boyfriend James dropped us off there (he subsequently left) after a dance we were at. We were in his basement it was strange.
018. Is 5 nice? Nice in a way that can only be described by the name “Katred” or kate full of hate.
019. Is 7 in a relationship? Yes.
020. Have you kissed 1? Yeah I think a time or two. I mean I would hope so, we’ve been dating for about 9 months.
021. Who makes you smile? They all do. That is why I keep them around.
022. Who are you closest to? Probably 1-3 because I see them most of all. Chris knows me the best (to his chagrin at times I’m sure). But Kate, Cayce, Sarah and Bryan will always be the ones I remember the most about – and can return to anytime without questioning for a great time, good drinks, and crazy memories of out awful high school days.
023. Who do you wish to be close to? Right now, Chris because I miss him terribly. But I’d really like to see everyone I’m friends with (not just my Top 8) more.
024. When was the last time you saw 4? Last summer. Between mono, living 7 hours away, traveling to Arizona, training horses and giving lessons, and my crazy cubicle job – I haven’t seen him yet.
025. Do you see 3 a lot? No. I haven’t since I left for NJ. Even though he lives in Red Bank, NJ I haven’t seen him yet. July will be beach time and free weekends for me. So I think I will visit Mark and Lauren a lot more.
026. Does 7 love you? Yes she does. In the Cayce Kiley “i-love-everything-way.”
027. Describe 4 in 3 words?
028. What was the best time you had with 2? I have no idea. She was my roommate in college – so everyday was a good day. Probably when we went to Devils Bowl, the Naked Bike Rides, or cooking over at Chris’s mom’s.
029. Who is the loudest? Sarah. No one is really that loud all the time. But this girl has a killer set of pipes when she’s drinking.
030. Do you know when 5's birthday is? November 5
031. Do 6 and 7 live close? I have no idea where Cayce is right now and Sarah is living in Philly. However, their parents’ houses are very close to me – 5 minutes.
032. Which one(s) have you hooked up with? Chris obviously. And Kate, Cayce, Sarah and I still have not had our 4-way.
033. Do you wanna kiss 6? I think she’d be a good kisser. And she doesn’t have cooties.
034. Who on your top 8 do you spend the most time with? None right now they are all too far away. But probably Chris if he were closer.
035. Would you hook up with 5? Again? Sure why not
036. Would you do ANYTHING to make 2 happy? If I knew what it was that made her happy, yes. I’m sure that includes HGTV, a nice dinner, Mark, an art history book and the color brown. I’ve got it covered.
037. How old is 1? 21 years old
038. Who do you think about the most? Chris. He wont leave me alone.
039. Whats your relationship with 6? We’re middle and high school friends who don’t see each other enough.
040. Tell us a funny memory between you and number 8: oh Bryan Plumber. There are so many. Working at the Inn with him was great, but probably my sophomore year in high school when we created his nickname: Spanky. We created it so that we could talk about him to Sarah while he was sitting there at the lunch table with us. It was great to see how embarrassed she would get when we’d say “Sarah likes Spanky”. He didn’t find out until much later that it was actually him. Oh and “buying condoms with Spanky is like buying condoms with your mom.”
041. Tell us about number 7: She’s Cayce Kiley. I can’t describe her. She the urban-hippie, coffee serving, smiling all the time, are my hands the same size girl.
042. Who have you vacationed with, if any? Where? I went to Rowan to visit Bill for 3 days. I’ve been to Lake Bomoseen with Laur, Mark and Chris. And hundreds of strange day trips with 5-8. Chris has been the one I’ve traveled with the most.
043. How old is the oldest? Mark is 24
044. How old is the youngest? Sarah and Kate are 20
045. Have you ever been really pissed off at any of them? Yes. Everyone of them except Sarah and Bryan. They are the neutral ones.
047. Why is 2 in that spot? Because she’s only second best, no not really. Only because I figured Chris would get mad if he were lower and she’s my roommate (all sorts of awesome)
048. 1 comes over to your house and tells you they love you, what do you do? HAHHAHAHAHA. I laugh at him first of all because 1)it will take him about 2 months after the fact to ask me out 2) it actually happened.
049. All of the people in your top 8 are in one room, what is going on?
Chris and Mark are debating over what music to put in and Lauren is standing by them eating some fried fucking dough or some veggie crudités or something staring at my awful Ikea table and discussing its non-functional placement in the room. Bill would be trying to help with the music and walking back and forth talking to Kate. He would then sit down on an open couch where no one else is and start to play his guitar. The order on the large couch will go: Bryan, Kate, Sarah, Cayce. They will all be sitting there: Bryan on his 8th Yards, while Cay and Kate are drinking martinis (aka girlie cocktails). Sarah will have her own bottle of whiskey. They will be talking amongst themselves. Kate and Sarah might look like they were glaring at everyone. I would be running around refilling glasses, grabbing more drinks and food, basically Julia Childs of the party.
050. Which one have you known the longest? Sarah and Bryan actually. 8th grade at Delaware Township School.
051. Do you/have you ever gone to school with any of them? Yeah. All of them. Sarah and Bryan from DTS and HCRHS. Kate, Bill, and Cayce from HCRHS. And Lauren, Mark, and Chris from UVM.
052. How many do you know only because of myspace? None. That’s lame.
So today is Wednesday which means that I get free soft pretzels at work. I just ate a salad with alfalfa sprouts and carrots and it was yummy. I’m wearing my Birkenstocks today. Yes, to work. Although I love dressing up, its boring to dress up conservatively, in the way that I must for work. I really want to be able to wear what I normally wore to the pet store. Band shirts and jeans with my vans. On the 27th the pet store is having a going away party for Donna, who has worked for Lisa for about 15 years. No one can stand working at a pet store for that long. I really hope that they don’t go out of business, its so nice to have a non-Pet Smart pet store around that has high quality goods.
So this past weekend was spent with Chris. He came down on Thursday night and stayed until Sunday afternoon. Here is the break down:
Friday: woke up early to eat waffles, berries, and cream. I drove Chris to the Woodbourne station in PA to catch the 9:12 train to Philadelphia. I had to work all day Friday so I thought I would send him into the city to do some shopping and walking around. He spent all day there while I wasted time at work. I left for the city to meet Chris for dinner at 5ish and got to the Church where we would meet at 6. ugh it took too long to get there. We drove around forever to find a parking spot (yeah I know, its impossible) so I just decided to cough up 8 bucks to park in a lot. By this time I was pissed at the traffic, hungry and had to use the bathroom – so I was a grumpy bitch. I cant even stand myself when Im like that. So we walked around a bit and headed over to Kingdom of Vegetarians to eat some dinner. We had a good meal, but I think we were both a bit disappointed that Lain didn’t call us back to meet up with us in the city. We walked off our dinner for about 30 minutes and headed back to NJ. We then decided that we should have some coffee at a diner. We headed over to the New Hope Eagle Diner for some coffee and a piece of apple pie (canned apple of course, but it was still so good). We drank coffee and talked for a while, and had a good conversation on the way back to my house for the night.
Saturday: We got up early to go bike the towpath with my family and eat breakfast at Cravings. I love Cravings –mostly because they have great ice cream but also because well I think you just have to go there. After eating a huge egg, cheese, and tomato sandwich we biked on the towpath for about 40 minutes. We all headed back home so that I could ride my horse. We had a good work out. I then showered quickly to head out to give Skyler a lesson out in Berkeley Heights. I took Chris with me and in my rush to leave, I scratched the hell out of his rear bumper with my car. Because I was so flustered I completely lost my mind and forgot that I needed to take 78 not 287 to get to her house. I got all the way up to RT 80 before I realized this. I had a bit of a meltdown because I didn’t want to be late ( I had wanted to make a good impression) and I had just hit chris’s car. I got my shit together and went out in the correct direction to her house. I gave Skyler an uneventful lesson, but she had fun. Then this girl there asked to work her crazy horse, a anglo-arabian, 13 years old and green broke. The thing had been acting up the whole time I was giving Skyler a lesson. I jumped on the thing, got it to walk and trot peacefully – now the girl wants me to work with her to train her horse. We then left the barn and headed out to New Brunswick to see the NJ Film Fest at Rutgers. I made Chris drive so that I could dress myself and get out of my stinky horse clothes. We got to Rutgers (even after we realized that the directions we got to get there sucked and were wrong). We decided to get something to eat and we found a great pizza shop owned by some Hispanics. It was great pizza. We headed back to Rutgers campus to see the movies: Ford’s toxic legacy and Obedience. I like watching untraditional movies. We then decided to take a walk around the city in search of some coffee shop and ice cream – and we got a little turned around, but we eventually found our way back. We drove into Highland Park and found a cute old fashioned ice cream parlor to eat at. We drove home and called it an early night….:)
Sunday: got up early to make breakfast burritos, fruit salad and juices for my dad. We had a nice relaxed breakfast outside and then mom, Chris and I left to go out to Berkeley Heights again for another lesson. When I got done teaching we stopped at Wegmans to get some veggie sandwiches. Chris left for Vermont and I immediately started to miss him. I came home and took a shower and mom and I went to Marisa to buy purses for tiffany’s wedding this week. We then went to New Hope for a Rita’s and to buy a necklace set. I should stop there on my way back today and buy the other yellow one I saw. It was way awesome. I came home and rode my horse – but what’s new. We ate hamburger, corn, baked beans, potato salad and ice cream for dinner. It was nice. I need to get some food tonight for our trip to Michigan. We’re going to need snackies and Im going to need to bring veggie food for myself so that I will not starve this weekend.
Speaking of Chris and this weekend, on Monday I couldn’t help but cry when he called. I just realized how much I need to be around more often. I had called him and was at first quiet because I really wanted to tell him how sorry I was for dragging him around to all of my horse stuff all weekend and I wish it had just been us doing our normal outdoor activities. Before I could even say anything, he said that he wanted to let me know how supportive he was of me and my horses and how much he liked to be apart of it. It’s been so hard to convince anyone of the importance of my horses and what they mean to me. They really help to keep me sane. I’m so glad that I have a boyfriend that respects the fact that we have different hobbies.
Monday, June 12, 2006
braindead.braindead.braindead.
h yay. Another update from work, but I will spare the horror and only speak of the interesting things that happened this weekend.
Friday was hellish. Work was a bore, so I was looking for an excuse to leave early. Of course I found one. My brother went to Senior Prom with his girlfriend Meg. My brother is only a junior, but you know how that goes. So I decided that I needed to be around to take pictures of how handsome my baby brother is. He looked awesome in his black shirt, black shoes (what am I singing MLIW?) and pink vest and tie. We took the traditional prom pictures and then he got into his big white limo with 10 other girls (my brother and 10 girls, what luck!). After he left, I started thinking about my proms and how long its been since high school, it was a strange feeling. I feel like I’m getting so old. Then my mom and I decided to go out to dinner at Uncle Pete’s, a Cuban restaurant in Flemington and then to one of the coffee shops. When this story came up:
My mom was cleaning up my brother’s bathroom (after Chris was down) to do a load of towels and to get my brother’s overflowing trashcan. She then found an unused but open condom which was sort of not in the trashcan. And she didn’t really know what it was. (Meanwhile, she’s telling this story while drinking a beer and I’m laughing my ass off). She talks to my dad about what to do, and he was like, “How do you know it wasn’t Jen and Chris?” I have to speak up to her now, reinforcing the fact that that isn’t the main focus of my relationship. So of course she has to go talk to him about not having sex while everyone is home and that she doesn’t approve of that behavior in her household. So she tells him to go somewhere else like the movies, or in the car to engage in that behavior. Then she asks if I will talk to him about it because she’s “out of the know”. I felt like she was asking me because she knows that I did everything the wrong way in high school and that maybe he could learn from my mistakes and I hate being treated like that, like an example. So that put me in a relatively grumpy mood, so by the time we hit up the coffee shop, I was a bit pissed at my mom, but couldn’t really explain it to her.
Saturday…..
Friday was hellish. Work was a bore, so I was looking for an excuse to leave early. Of course I found one. My brother went to Senior Prom with his girlfriend Meg. My brother is only a junior, but you know how that goes. So I decided that I needed to be around to take pictures of how handsome my baby brother is. He looked awesome in his black shirt, black shoes (what am I singing MLIW?) and pink vest and tie. We took the traditional prom pictures and then he got into his big white limo with 10 other girls (my brother and 10 girls, what luck!). After he left, I started thinking about my proms and how long its been since high school, it was a strange feeling. I feel like I’m getting so old. Then my mom and I decided to go out to dinner at Uncle Pete’s, a Cuban restaurant in Flemington and then to one of the coffee shops. When this story came up:
My mom was cleaning up my brother’s bathroom (after Chris was down) to do a load of towels and to get my brother’s overflowing trashcan. She then found an unused but open condom which was sort of not in the trashcan. And she didn’t really know what it was. (Meanwhile, she’s telling this story while drinking a beer and I’m laughing my ass off). She talks to my dad about what to do, and he was like, “How do you know it wasn’t Jen and Chris?” I have to speak up to her now, reinforcing the fact that that isn’t the main focus of my relationship. So of course she has to go talk to him about not having sex while everyone is home and that she doesn’t approve of that behavior in her household. So she tells him to go somewhere else like the movies, or in the car to engage in that behavior. Then she asks if I will talk to him about it because she’s “out of the know”. I felt like she was asking me because she knows that I did everything the wrong way in high school and that maybe he could learn from my mistakes and I hate being treated like that, like an example. So that put me in a relatively grumpy mood, so by the time we hit up the coffee shop, I was a bit pissed at my mom, but couldn’t really explain it to her.
Saturday…..
I got up early and exercised and took the dog out for a long walk. Then got ready to go to Jesso’s graduation party in Chalfont. My mom wore her new brown dress and I wore my silk FP dress. I had a good time talking with everyone and discussing my current idea of applying to vet school. We left around 5 to get home to ride. My horse was fabulous and very well behaved. My dad rented The Producers, which is such a great musical, although it’s still better live. I talked to Chris for a while and then went to bed, but didn’t sleep well.
Sunday…..
Got up later than I wanted to, but still was able to get a run and ride in before I had to leave for the illadelphia. Left for the show at quarter to 2, found some free parking and waited in line for the show. Sometimes I wish I looked my age just so I wouldn’t have 17 year olds talking to me about dumb shit that they think they know a lot about, but really have no idea. This kid tried talking to me, but I don’t like small talk. So I put on my annoyed front, which prevented anyone from coming to talk to me. I’d like to be able to talk to people at shows, but I always get the young guys coming up and trying to talk to me about what bands they like or “these shows get rough you might not want to stand in the front”. I love shows at the church, its probably my favorite venue, but my only complaint is that it has no A/C and is like 205 degrees. Outbreak was awesome as always, but didn’t play any covers. I really wanted to hear Bad Brains again. This is Hell was good, but I was distracted because this large kid was hovering near me, and I couldn’t get away. That was until CleanChris, Outbreak’s merch boy cutie, helped by somersaulting on him. MLIW played everything I would have wanted them to play including Clarity, Young Man on a Spree, John and Jimmy, DEADRAMONES and my most favorite of all: they covered Nervous Breakdown. I lost my shit. I wasn’t expecting it at all, and hardly anyone was signing, did they not know the song? The very nice fat chick in mesh shorts, Dale, and I sang the chorus into the mic each time. She had a great voice. I hope she’s in a band somewhere. I don’t even know what to say about Bane. They always kill me. I just love that band. They played 2 songs off of Holding This Moment, which no one (except the older kids in the crowd) knew the lyrics to. I thought I was great, I love it when bands play old stuff. I sang and danced to every song. My favorite moment was when they played “Fuck What You Heard” and Aaron gave the mic up for everyone to sing. When I first saw Bane the same thing happened – starting my adoration for the band. I had to buy a tshirt ( I was soaked through) so I bought a black and hot pink MLIW shirt because it was the smallest one any of the bands had.
It was such a nice night I decided to walk around Philly a bit and then called up Bryan Palmer to see if I could stop by and chat for a bit. He had just gotten back from dropping Anthony off at the airport. So I stopped by and we had a relaxing talk on the rooftop about everything and nothing and how we need to see more of eachother. And I plan on it. I like BP and I’m so glad Erik isn’t there any more. One less thing for me to worry about, then I left to drive home, stopped at Wawa, and talked to Chris for a long while. I miss him. I hate being so far away from my best friend.
So now its Monday and I haven’t done anything work related at work. What’s new? My head is killing me and my ears are still ringing (damn me for forgetting earplugs) and my shins and back are bruised. It was a good weekend and Chris comes on Thursday :)
Friday, June 09, 2006
move-it, move-it
So here is a new day. I woke up and my bed was a mess, my sheets, covers and blankets were strewn all around. I am a very quiet sleeper normally, and I don’t normally move around much in my sleep so it is always of some significance, whether I have a bad dream or such. I’ve been sleeping pretty well so far but I still wake up tired.
I don’t like the fact that I sit at a computer all day and never move from 9-5. From the time I get up to the time I leave work I just sit all day, which is something I have always disliked. I like to be active and move around a lot. Its not that I really hate this working stuff, I just dislike being stuck at a desk all day. I will have to find a job that requires me to move about and stand a lot. I’ve been thinking more and more about vet school and teaching or becoming a doctor than ever before. I pulled out my old award from middle school for Best Creative Scientific Writing –an award I never knew they had or held in high regards because I guess they didn’t give it out that often. Its interesting that Mr. Steele recognized my skill at writing then as well as my awesome dissection capabilities. He would always challenge me with more and more difficult dissections of body parts. We worked with all kinds of animals in the 6th and 7th grades: cats, dogfish (sharks), giant African clawed frogs, squid, bony fish (perch), a bird hit by Ms. Coss on the way to school, earth worms, pigs, cow’s hearts and eyeballs, as well as dog’s brains. The most difficult were the fish hearts and the eyeballs because they required a delicate hand and precise lines. I don’t know where my talent came from, or my skill with a scalpel and razorblade but it was something I did very well and had pride in. I haven’t gotten to use it much in college (because I haven’t and wont take gross anatomy and physiology). The last thing I did was a cow udder in Intro to ASCI 001. There were 3 udders, and no one was cutting into them. My lab group had 17 students and they all want to be vets (most are freshman, this will change), but none of them were cutting into the specimens. So then this girl and I jumped over to the one on the far side. We had to open the udder ventrally, and I handed her the blade to do so. It was the most crooked line I had ever seen and there were serrations in the tissue where she had cut through layers, but had not reached the next cavity. It was a disaster. I let her play around with the larger structures (udder, supramammary lymph nodes). McFadden then asked us to open up a teat end up to the gland cistern. I told the annoying girl that I would do this part. I cut along the medial line right up to the cistern, and McFadden looked at it and said, “look at this teat dissection here students.” So he pointed out the annular fold, Furstenberg’s rosette,etc. which were very clear on my tear dissection and basically slaughtered in everyone elses.
So why am I mentioning this? Because I feel like I have some sort of talent that isn’t being used. Granted I’m earning money sitting at this desk, which is great for Ireland, but its not helping me decide what I want to do. So far I have determined that I hate working on a computer all day and not problem solving. I work through my workload in a relatively fast manner. I think this spans from the fact that I’m still in college and am used to a heavy and overwhelming workload at all times. I get through stuff that takes everyone else a day to finish in the course of an hour or two. So what do I want to do? I still have no idea, but I still want to consider vet school. I’m starting to think about Mrs. Kounelis, who had always wanted to go but didn’t because she was only a “B student”. She told me to try no matter what. This was in 4th grade, but I was a very serious 4th grader. I would love to be able to mail her a copy of my acceptance letter to Mr. Steele and Mrs. K. So the moral of this story is, it wont hurt to apply, especially not to the schools in Scotland. Depending on how refreshing Ireland is, I may feel that I want to stay abroad to finish my studies, especially among students who are very dedicated.
Less Cubicle, More Brain Food.
I don’t like the fact that I sit at a computer all day and never move from 9-5. From the time I get up to the time I leave work I just sit all day, which is something I have always disliked. I like to be active and move around a lot. Its not that I really hate this working stuff, I just dislike being stuck at a desk all day. I will have to find a job that requires me to move about and stand a lot. I’ve been thinking more and more about vet school and teaching or becoming a doctor than ever before. I pulled out my old award from middle school for Best Creative Scientific Writing –an award I never knew they had or held in high regards because I guess they didn’t give it out that often. Its interesting that Mr. Steele recognized my skill at writing then as well as my awesome dissection capabilities. He would always challenge me with more and more difficult dissections of body parts. We worked with all kinds of animals in the 6th and 7th grades: cats, dogfish (sharks), giant African clawed frogs, squid, bony fish (perch), a bird hit by Ms. Coss on the way to school, earth worms, pigs, cow’s hearts and eyeballs, as well as dog’s brains. The most difficult were the fish hearts and the eyeballs because they required a delicate hand and precise lines. I don’t know where my talent came from, or my skill with a scalpel and razorblade but it was something I did very well and had pride in. I haven’t gotten to use it much in college (because I haven’t and wont take gross anatomy and physiology). The last thing I did was a cow udder in Intro to ASCI 001. There were 3 udders, and no one was cutting into them. My lab group had 17 students and they all want to be vets (most are freshman, this will change), but none of them were cutting into the specimens. So then this girl and I jumped over to the one on the far side. We had to open the udder ventrally, and I handed her the blade to do so. It was the most crooked line I had ever seen and there were serrations in the tissue where she had cut through layers, but had not reached the next cavity. It was a disaster. I let her play around with the larger structures (udder, supramammary lymph nodes). McFadden then asked us to open up a teat end up to the gland cistern. I told the annoying girl that I would do this part. I cut along the medial line right up to the cistern, and McFadden looked at it and said, “look at this teat dissection here students.” So he pointed out the annular fold, Furstenberg’s rosette,etc. which were very clear on my tear dissection and basically slaughtered in everyone elses.
So why am I mentioning this? Because I feel like I have some sort of talent that isn’t being used. Granted I’m earning money sitting at this desk, which is great for Ireland, but its not helping me decide what I want to do. So far I have determined that I hate working on a computer all day and not problem solving. I work through my workload in a relatively fast manner. I think this spans from the fact that I’m still in college and am used to a heavy and overwhelming workload at all times. I get through stuff that takes everyone else a day to finish in the course of an hour or two. So what do I want to do? I still have no idea, but I still want to consider vet school. I’m starting to think about Mrs. Kounelis, who had always wanted to go but didn’t because she was only a “B student”. She told me to try no matter what. This was in 4th grade, but I was a very serious 4th grader. I would love to be able to mail her a copy of my acceptance letter to Mr. Steele and Mrs. K. So the moral of this story is, it wont hurt to apply, especially not to the schools in Scotland. Depending on how refreshing Ireland is, I may feel that I want to stay abroad to finish my studies, especially among students who are very dedicated.
Less Cubicle, More Brain Food.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
hello work this is jen
how is it that I missed the fact that the Souls were playing at the Knitting Factory with the Slackers nonetheless on the 5th? You know its not like this wasn't on the list of my ideal concerts to attend or anything (I didn't think that one would actually happen). Now at least I can place this on the list with the Snapcase/Sick of It All tour and this list of other concerts "I-wish-I-had-been-around-for".
so I have stolen this site from amanda panda, only because I really wanted a place to post without having to have everyone read it on livejournal, as well as something that looked more professional. I really liked my diaryland site, which is more like a blog than an online journal, so I thought my transfer to this one would be appropriate.
I'm currently at work, and its a bit before lunch break, and I am updating because I wasnt assigned any work to do, and all of my supervisors are gone. I could technically ask for more work, but I do believe that will defeat my purpose for the day, which is of course to finish what tasks I am assigned and do nothing more.
Today I am adventuring outside of the office during my lunch break and will be going to the Oxford Valley Mall to buy the Souls new compilation album and Outbreak's "You Make Us Sick". They don't have "Failure" in stores now, only pre-order online. Mapquest says I'm only 5 minutes from the mall (we'll see) so I have to leave early to be back for my 1pm meeting.
I'm excited for the FREE Belle and Sebastian concery in Battery Park on the 4th of July. It's going to be very crowded but very fun. I hope I can take Christopher with me, because I will need someone to go with. I will Kate was around, because I know she would be really excited to go as well, but she's in Germany. Maybe I'll ask Sarah and Bryan too.
BANE is playing on sunday, and I just bought a ticket online. Hopefully Matt, Ty, and Sean will be there...I'll have to remember to leave them a message on myspace.
Well, I best be off....
so I have stolen this site from amanda panda, only because I really wanted a place to post without having to have everyone read it on livejournal, as well as something that looked more professional. I really liked my diaryland site, which is more like a blog than an online journal, so I thought my transfer to this one would be appropriate.
I'm currently at work, and its a bit before lunch break, and I am updating because I wasnt assigned any work to do, and all of my supervisors are gone. I could technically ask for more work, but I do believe that will defeat my purpose for the day, which is of course to finish what tasks I am assigned and do nothing more.
Today I am adventuring outside of the office during my lunch break and will be going to the Oxford Valley Mall to buy the Souls new compilation album and Outbreak's "You Make Us Sick". They don't have "Failure" in stores now, only pre-order online. Mapquest says I'm only 5 minutes from the mall (we'll see) so I have to leave early to be back for my 1pm meeting.
I'm excited for the FREE Belle and Sebastian concery in Battery Park on the 4th of July. It's going to be very crowded but very fun. I hope I can take Christopher with me, because I will need someone to go with. I will Kate was around, because I know she would be really excited to go as well, but she's in Germany. Maybe I'll ask Sarah and Bryan too.
BANE is playing on sunday, and I just bought a ticket online. Hopefully Matt, Ty, and Sean will be there...I'll have to remember to leave them a message on myspace.
Well, I best be off....
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
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