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[Dec. 18th, 2009|06:50 pm] |
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I finally figured out what was horribly wrong with the Snoopy bathing suit my mom bought me in 9th grade.
It's actually an underwear set.
Except, mine was light blue.
That's right. Fourteen year old Becky happily ran into the ocean, only to realize that her suit went see-through upon contact with liquid. I huddled in the waves behind my boogie board while Drew laughed. Eventually, I convinced him to GO TO SHORE AND GET ME A TOWEL. He left and didn't come back.
And I wonder why I am terrified at the prospect of swimsuits and the beach. After this incident, I stuck to wearing a giant t-shirt over my old swimsuit. Better safe than sorry.
But, seriously, my mom sent me to the beach in panties. |
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[Dec. 17th, 2009|01:00 am] |
I have two papers to write.
There is only one thing I can do.
Google images about procrastination.
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[Dec. 13th, 2009|03:18 pm] |
Guys, guys, can we do a There She Is!! group cosplay for Katsucon? I mean, it'd be so EASY and ADORABLE. Lots of white, respective animal ears, and a leetle bit of color. Let's see, there's: Nabi, Doki, Sam-ho, Li-ho, Yi-ho, Hana, Pizza, and Gray rabbit. And uh, the three nameless band members.
What do you mean I should be working on my Stats research paper? James Joyce paper, what's that? |
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[Dec. 11th, 2009|02:09 pm] |
Oh, English Professors. I love/hate how they have words that you MUST NEVER EVER USE SO HELP YOU GOD.
naturally: "never use this word again as long as you live"
Another forbidden word is "seems". I do so like seems.
Also fond of this line: "I looked at my huge, unwieldy truck and pictured it in the school parking lot surrounded by flashy sports cars. Then I pictured it eating those other cars. I could not stop smiling."
Or, "He had reddish, blonde-brown hair that was groomed heterosexually."
"Then he slowly turned to me. Looking into his eyes I felt waves of electricity, currents of electrons charging towards me. Was this how it felt to be in love, I wondered, for robots?"
Which is to say, Nightlight is proving to be a very interesting read. And Megan is a wonderful person for making it possible/distracting me from my work.
...Last but not least, does anyone have...a...piece of wool? |
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[Dec. 10th, 2009|06:59 pm] |
As you may have heard, we are down a Sherlock Holmes for the Murder Mystery, which is not a good thing...seeing as how Holmes is vital.
Right. So we need a Holmes.
Any volunteers? Or does anyone have a friend who might be interested? I would post on facebook, but I am worried about making former!Holmes feel bad. |
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[Dec. 8th, 2009|02:00 am] |
I am alive and mostly well! ...Even if I did just fine a 3M Red Dot Monitoring Electrode on my left arm. (Ha, I knew she put three on me, but we couldn't find that third one.)
The whole thing was pretty exhausting, and my body cried WHY, BECKY, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME? And hopefully it will learn its lesson and behave from now on.
While the prep was unpleasant (helloooo 60 ounces of orange Gatorade and Miralax, I didn't manage to get down the last 4 ounces, and not having proper food in...34 hours), it actually wasn't as bad as some of my attacks have been. Many movies were watched throughout the evening: Return of the King, Men in Black, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and I watched Sci-Fi's Alice (which I finished this evening via the tv in the Denbigh common room).
Getting to the hospital proved a hassle. We got lost several times over, drove through Villanova, and eventually located the hospital. Of course, we couldn't find the right entrance. Looped around the ambulance entrance, the maternity ward, and the main entrance several times over before we called the office and were told to just do the main entrance. I went in, got directed to the wrong building by the man at the entrance, finally found my way to the right entrance, and got to the office thirty minutes late. Mom had gone to park the car, and she beat me there.
There were many nice nurses and lovely people. I stuck my arms through the part that connects the sleeves together in the gown, and the nurse had to help me get them through the right holes. I'm nifty like that.
I was questioned many times over if I was pregnant since my period's late. Pretty damn positive that I'm not pregnant for obvious reasons.
Only iffy part was where they told us that my mom should stay in the waiting room while they prepped me, and then they would get her to come spend a little time with me beforehand. They completely neglected to do that.
I did have a Villanova student nurse, who cheerfully asked if she could stay and watch my colonoscopy. What are you supposed to say to that? I agreed...and hope that I never see her again, because it would be very awkward turtle.
I tried to lighten things up by making jokes. Not sure if that worked. But I commented on how being on the bed when it was moving made me feel like I was about to go on a roller coaster (which it did), and when the nurse told me to roll over and lay on my side as if I was in bed, I mentioned how my bed was always covered with wires at home. Oh yeah, classy patient.
The doctor and nurses kept making Michael Jackson because whatever they used to knock me out was what he used? Not entirely comforting. When I next awoke, it was all over, and I was told all about how I kept kicking the blanket off while they had been working. Sedated Becky is a nudist?
They wouldn't let me nap and fed me graham crackers and orange juice. All of the other patients were on the old side. (White hair. Everywhere!)
Mom took me back to Bryn Mawr, I set about e-mailing professors, took a brief nap while mom shopped, bid farewell to mom, and then went to take a proper nap.
Then I had what has to be one of my most traumatic dreams ever. As in, I woke up bawling. It was jarring and heartbreaking and not at all something I wanted to experience again. I wandered the hallway a bit while sobbing, and eventually went to Becky's room where she was my hero and told many a silly tale.
Right. So, I am fine! More scarred by that dream than anything else that happened. We'll have info on the inside exploration in 7-10 days.
I went to the hospital, and all I got were three electrodes, two plastic bracelets, a bandage, an adorable, stuffed reindeer, and a pair of awesome socks. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2009|12:56 am] |
Seems like panic does Becky well when it comes to Solitaire. Must be that rush of adrenaline.
(So, tomatoes apparently fall under the rules of NOT ALLOWED. Wtf, man. Do you know how many tomatoes I have had in the last two days? Way too many. I had a BLT, little ones in a salad, and more tomatoes in a grilled chicken sandwich. There goes my careful avoidance of no-no foods.)
ONTO THE IMPORTANT NEWS.
MY SOLITAIRE RECORD.( Read more... ) |
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[Dec. 4th, 2009|11:28 pm] |
Guess what guys.
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I was right, and coconuts ARE NUTS.
So, eating that cookie breaks the rule of avoiding berries/nuts/seeds for three days before my procedure.
If I end up hunting down and seeking retribution on a couple particular souls because a) I end up in dire pain or b) they need to redo it because I didn't follow instructions, then...please turn a blind eye on the matter.
I am also alarmed by how my instructions say I should bring my will with me. I mean. MY WILL? That does not fill me with courage.
...Does anyone have Tylenol? I'm not allowed Aspirin or Ibuprofen for five days before the procedure, and my head is full of pain due to the upcoming time of the month. Oh yea, worst timing ever. |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2009|10:28 pm] |
Murder Mystery list of folks as of now!
Me
Jill
Nina
Erin
Kate
Kate
Megan
Amanda
Catrina
Rachel
Random
Maggie
Kathryn
Danae
Ellen
? = people who are possibly going but haven't given me solid confirmation.
Are there...any other interested parties? We still have at least one space left (assuming all of the question marks say yes). Uncertain if we'll have more spaces. Depends on who agrees to it. We have at least one space left. ALSO, there is an option to create new characters, but then someone has to know whodunnit in order to make the new clues.
It would be on December 12th and should only take around two hours. Probably in the afternoon or evening because I don't do mornings. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|07:35 pm] |
As I lay napping, I was struck by inspiration for my creative project for James Joyce. The background of the piece could be a collage of the various texts.
And then I realized that meant ripping pages out of books.
And my heart cracked in half, and I recoiled from the very idea. And went on ebay to see if I could find horribly torn and ruined copies of books to further desecrate.
Unfortunately, no one seems to sell such books.
So! Now I am on a quest! The texts I need are The Odyssey, Hamlet, Ulysess, and Fun Home. I shall begin my search here, then travel to the ACB boards, and...perhaps to Facebook. (Well, I know other students don't devote themselves to taking excellent care of their books, so maybe...some in really horrendous conditions might be interested. Otherwise, I will do my soul damage guys, this could result in a horcrux, and buy cheap, old editions on ebay. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|01:44 am] |
What do you do with a B.A. in English?
What is my life going to be?
Four years of college and plenty of knowledge have earned me this useless degree.
I can't pay the bills yet because I have no skills yet.
The world is a big, scary place.
But somehow I can't shake the feeling that I might make a difference to the human race.
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[Nov. 26th, 2009|05:01 am] |
Oh, I hate you, fat cat. And I hate your friend, the bat with the bat.
Since I realized that I managed to miss out on the window of reading The Giver in school due to being in the basement reading about the fat cat, I snagged a copy at Barnes and Noble while getting a new sketchbook.
Let's see if I can figure out the major twist(s) before it happens. If anyone dares spoil the book in the comments, there will be hell to pay.
( Read more... )
BBC-A finally has the second season of Doctor Who available On Demand. I might have marathoned episodes 2-4 (one was already gone, and five is part one of a two-parter..and I am not starting that without the second episode of it being available).
New Moon is awful. Like, it didn't even redeem itself through humor. As in it was nearly as bad as the book. The audience was also slightly awkward, in that you had me and four or five random guys scattered around the theater cracking up at rather inappropriate moments. I wish it had Vampire Baseball. Vampire Baseball somehow makes things better. That combination of absurdity and then those uniforms, ah, brilliance. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2009|07:32 pm] |
There are some things that are just examples of what is perfectly right in this world.
Lemon bundt cake goes on my version of this list. It is lemon. And icing. And deliciousness.
I first met LBC (oh yes, it has a nickname now) at NBS (Nightingale Bamford School) when I was a freshmen. Cafeteria food was already the most glorious thing I had ever come upon for lunch. It beat the cans of tuna without the least bit of effort.
Screw you, Bumblee Bee Tuna, SCREW YOU. Yes, this is what I was given in my lunchbox. Have you ever eaten tuna plain out of a can? Have you seen the looks of the other kids faces from 1st-8th grade? Do you know what it's like to learn the hard way that the tuna is NOT BONELESS. Ugh.
Cafeteria food even beat Lunchables (pizza variety), Cup Noodle, and leftover pizza from last night (oh, I'll be honest, up until the night four nights ago).
I'd stare incredulously at the students who dared to complain about the food. Seriously, this was the nectar of the gods.
LBC was the best dessert ever. I was so enamored, I would sneak back in-between classes after my lunch period to steal additional slices. Because, y'know what, there could never be enough LBC.
Of course, NBS dropped LBC by my sophomore year. (Yes, one of the first things to be viciously sacrificed for the sinister plan of making the students healthier. They started replacing the snack cookies with fruit, normal bagels with mini ones, and it was just a sad, sad thing to witness.)
This is all relative because Haverford serves LEMON BUNDT CAKE. That was a mighty happy reunion. I even stole two slices, because LBC and I, we've been separated for far too long. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|12:42 pm] |
I knew it! I knew things were going too well. Well, at least Professor Schneider won't have to be mean to me like she said she would in order to even out my good luck.
The doctor's office just called to say they screwed up. The doctor can't see me December 2nd because he's at his office that day, and the Bryn Mawr health insurance plan doesn't cover that. Instead, he'll see me on December 7th at 9:00 am.
Man, now I need to go write my professors to re-plan everything. Oh, and the first ten pages of my thesis are due December 7th, so I'll probably need to get an extension for that. (Last thing I will be wanting to do while going through that is write my thesis.)
I've also been, y'know, getting myself mentally prepared for this, and having plans suddenly twisted around is one of my least favorite things in the world. (Like the Japanese, I am not up for spontaneous activities.)
Also slightly bitter about not being able to eat the delicious cupcakes during my morning class due to my stomach. They were the best kind too! Chocolate icing and yellow innards.
Um. Happy thoughts. I'll be able to go to the Holiday Fair? |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|05:55 pm] |
My thesis proposal has been accepted!
And...my thesis advisor is...Bethaney Schneider. |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|03:06 am] |
Did you know that the Third Doctor was almost Willy Wonka? (Except...he had to turn down the role because he was a little preoccupied filming Doctor Who.)
That the boy who played Mike Teevee was in Star Trek: Voyager for an episode?
That Violet Beauregarde played Peter Brady's girlfriend for an episode?
...I so might demand a Gene Wilder marathon. Rhinoceros, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Young Frankenstein, The Producers, The Adventure of Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother.
I might have just watched him as the fox in The Little Prince on youtube.
Not only did I drop the soap, but I dropped the soap, and it slid straight out of the shower stall, through the "changing room" stall, out into the bathroom and under the heater. This, my friends, takes talent. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:08 pm] |
Random House accepted me! They're going to give me an interview! (I'd like to thank Liz, because she made my cover letter presentable, which is like more than half of the battle.)
On January 7th, I'll have interviews with Random House and Carney, Sandoe & Associates (Teachers and Administrators in Independent Schools). I'm also an alternate for the National Teaching Fellowship, which is a little bizarre seeing as how I got annoyed with them when they asked for a resume, and then linked you to a site that demanded a cover letter, three recommendations, six references, and two short essay responses, none of which I did.
Honestly, I'm not sure...if anyone should trust me with grown-up obligations. Or put children in my care and expect me to teach them. (They wouldn't do that, right? They'd make me an assistant teacher or something...because...because, just because.) ...I swear, I heard a small child in the hallway a second ago. I'm hearing children!
OH. Tim Harte has a SMALL CHILD. SMALL CHILD HARTE. I was leaving English House with Kathryn and spotted him with an itty, bitty bundled toddler on his shoulders.
My externship with Simon & Schuster is set for January 11-12th.
Things I will need to do: prepare for interviews and...think up a list of questions for my externship sponsor. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2009|08:27 pm] |
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I don't want to work on my cover letter for Random House even though it's due by midnight. Sooo, I'm going to do this instead!
Rules:
1. Put your playlist on random.
2. Post a line from the first 30 songs
3. Delete the songs when someone guesses correctly
1. Just a little change, small to say the least. Tale as Old as Time, Beauty and the Beast aurelia_star
2. Others can desert you, but not to worry, whistle, I'll be there. Not While I'm Around, Sweeney Todd unholycookies
3. Have a child for warmth, and a baker for bread, and a prince for...whatever. Moments in the Woods, Into the Woods aurelia_star
4. Raphael is cool but rude! TMNT oregano42
5. Only rumors but still enough to give pause to anyone with paws. Something Bad, Wicked aurelia_star
6. Cause I can catch the moon in my hand!
7. Aspirations turn to fear and motivation, nothing's ever good enough for you.
8. It takes patience and fear and despair to change.
9. And just like fashion, it's a passion for the with it and hip. Walkin' on the Sun, Smash Mouth aurelia_star
10. My baby takes me higher, my baby keeps me warm. You Should Be Dancing, The Bee Gees (Mysteriously titled Saturday Night Medley on my cd) mythnlynx
11. Don't need no motion, it jumpstarts when we touch.
12. And my weakness is that I care too much. Scars, Papa Roach shipou
13. Wooh! Wooh! But you know I'm yours. Buddy Holly, Wheezer scarsofsunlight
14. Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny this. Breathless, Coors aurelia_star
15. For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took.
16. Whispers hello, I miss you quite terribly. Here (In Your Arms), HelloGoodbye scarsofsunlight
17. I been working so hard, keep punching my card. Footloose, Footloose oregano42
18. Life is fraughtless when you're thoughtless. Dancing Through Life, Wicked aurelia_star
19. Your eyes are hazel and soft as clouds. Turning Japanese, The Vapors mythnlynx
20. Oh, don't pick up the soap, pick up the soap, someone will be waiting there for you.
21. I know, some day, I'll get it straight, but not today.
22. Someone holds me safe and warm. Once Upon a December, Anastasia kitsunewings
23. Are you lost in your lies?
24. It means no worries for the rest of your days! Hakuna Matata, The Lion King aurelia_star
25. I sense there's something in the wind that seems like tragedy is at hand. Sally's Song, The Nightmare Before Christmas (Fiona Apple cover) unholycookies
26. Honest, let's make this night last forever. First Date, Blink 182 scarsofsunlight
27. You wish to have the curse reversed? Prologue, Into the Woods unholycookies
28. Things I want to say to you get lost before they come.
29. Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetime's argument that nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could.
30. And you can give it to me when I need to be turned on. |
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