Holy^3

Today I pretty much spent the entire day waiting to get home and listen to songs for Chritmas volumes 4 and 5 (Which I did just now, and all I can say is, wow). Also, it was cold today. So you all know what's been on my mind. But in case you still have your doubts, I will provide proof:



(This one is made special for Amy)






A total of two and a half hours sitting in literature class and a half hour break in the middle for coffee shop sitting will do that to you.

In other news, I may have failed my physics midterm.

In other news, it's Halloween and I really couldn't care less.

In other news, isn't Spanish a beautiful language?

I think about how we could run away
now that it's Christmas time
we could travel in a one horse open sleigh
now that it's Christmas time

yes please!

P.S. I think I know what classes I am taking next quarter and they are:

German
Writing non-fiction (copy/paste blogs?)
Literature of the British Isles
Jane Austen


Why did I ever doubt whether I wanted to be a lit major? I am so excited. I would be scared about all the reading but I have already read everythign by Jane Austen.

Blog Review: Sidebar

Has anyone else been reading the new "sidebar" feature on asthmatickitty.com lately? It's great! It's basically just a joint blog of everyone involved in the company, where people post album reviews, tour diaries, sports stuff, and other such nonsense from all over the country. I really like asthmatic kitty cause you get the impression that it's just a group of friends and friends of friends and acquaintances, all helping each other out towards the common goal of making some decent music. It's kind of a testament to what a small group of friends can do if they just try to make something of their talents. Also I like how they let us into their circle and make us feel like we are a part of something cozy and nice. The sidebar is a perfect example of this. We get to hear about how the Castanets had a shitty show in manchester, or what the best foods in cincinati are, or whether the new exibit in san fran is cool or not. Even though the reader may not be able to relate in any way to any of the thngs being written about, it still gives you a little glimpse into life and that is fun. That's kind of the point of blogs, isn't it? But the cool thing about this one is you get to see so many different lives and experiences converging in one place. Anyway if you haven't checked it out you really should, and make sure and take a moment to appreciate the inclusion of "An Inconvenient Truth" in Sufjan Stevens's list of his favorite horror films.


Oh yeah and also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG the new songs for christmas are up online and I am not computer savy and dont know how to save them to my computer but I am soososososososososos excited nonetheless and I am preordering the actual album as soon as I am done writing this and I can't freaking wait to get it and dear Santa please pleaseplease bring me a banjo I promise I will learn to play it with the help of Sufjan's christmas song book and I will be rocking out to bring a torch jeanette isabella in no time i swear!!!!!!!!!

Midterm tomorrow. Woops!

I will not eat them, Sam I Am!

Hmm, so the main reason I am posting this blog is because I just realized you could upload photos through blogger without having to go through photobucket and that's like sooooo exciting. I feel really dumb for not realizing this when I made that really long picture post the other day. Anyway this is one of my favorites from Halloween weekend, me and charlene laughing at jake's crotch. It looked really funny, trust me, you had to be there. The parties we went to were kind of lame, like all parties are, but I got to talk to a few random guys and so that was fun. I am getting really good at talking to strangers. I guess I may have picked this up from Sarah last year, cause that's basically her specialty, or maybe I am just more self confident than I used to be. But really, meeting people is fun. And like Anu said, sometimes it's nice to just have a short interaction and never see them again, because that way you dont have a chance to realize that they're not as cool as they seem. Meeting people randomly and having short little conversations with them makes you feel like humanity is pretty ok, whereas long term relationships make you kind of depressed and disappointed a lot of the time. I suppose this came out more depressing than I wanted it to, but please don't take it that way. I meant it to be uplifting. I guess that says something about my character. This is getting awkward...

More than anything I would like to take a roadtrip with my friends. The longer the better. The more problems along the way the better. The more boring the better. It has always struck me as very strange how geographically large this country is. It disturbs me slightly that we are all supposed to work together and make decisions about each other and live with the consequences of decisions we make as a group, and yet we have never even met each other. We have never even seen where everybody lives. We have never even been to Washington DC, and yet we send people there every year to do our bidding and make decisions that will effect our lives. Am I the only one that finds this strange? Most of all I just want to see the world, I want to watch the countryside go by and watch people going about their business and listen to their accents and buy their gasoline and be on my way. And I want to do it all with some good music and some good friends. And yet why do I always get the impression that this is far too much to ask?

Come tomorrow, I'll be on my way back home.

So I went on allmusic just now, because I am bored in class and had to do something. I was typing in the name of some band in the search box when something caught my eye. Today's album of the day is "Something to Write Home About" by the Get Up Kids! Not only that, but the guy who reviewed it back in the day gave it four stars! I found this very surprising because I was under the impression that the get up kids were conisdered by music's elite to be kind of a joke. But allmusic's got it right, I say. How can anyone resist? It may not be the most mature and inspiring music, but for a 14 year old who hates their life, that's some solid stuff. The reviewer guy put it pretty well, I think, when he said, "Imagine if the kids that got made fun of on the back of the bus ended up being the coolest ones in the school. Not through any kind of terrorist revenge fantasy or post-apocalyptic last-people-alive-on-Earth scenario, but what if they were actually the most interesting, most sincere, most talented kids around?" The Get Up Kids in a sense told us that it's ok to be a sensitive, over-analytical nerd. Thus there was always something incredibly appealing about them, despite the harsh vocals and the absurd sounding keyboard. I personally memorized every word of that album during my freshman year of high school, and I think it made me feel better about things on some level. So thank you, allmusic, for not pretending like people don't like the get up kids (cause we all know that deep down we do), and for recognizing an album that, I think, is really quite good despite itself.

Eine gute Idee.

Dude. Tomorrow, my geRman class is meeting in the dining hall! This is possible because there are only 12 of us in the class. We basically just get to eat bagels and talk in german for an hour. Tight! I love life. Except for the parts like now, when I am supposed to be doing homework. Those suck.

The laze

This has been a very unproductive week for me as far as homework goes. Yesterday I didn't even open my books. Instead I shopped, shopped some more, watched Lost, and then worked on this stupid cross-stitch thing that I bought on a whim at Michaels. Well, I had to do my reading at some point, so I ditched physics this morning and sat at a cafe all day reading short stories by Poe. It was quite lovely, really. I am now at work where I have nothing to do but homework. Am I doing it? No, I am writing this blog, playing solitaire, and listening to christmas music on my ipod. And yet somehow I don't feel lazy or guilty. More just...fine.

My boss got some really silly looking earrings. I am kind of embarassed for him.

Trick or Treat

So Yasha got us on the guest list for Sigma Chi this weekend, and for those of you who don't attend UCSD, this means we are cool kids! I feel sort of pathetically happy about that, despite the fact that I kind of hate halloween and frat parties in general. But I am also kind of sad because now I am in need of an at least slightly slutty costume. I am thinking maybe slutty bird, or slutty Mrs. Claus. My friends have already taken slutty indian, slutty princess Jasmine, and slutty Barbie. What I really want to be is margo tenenbaum but there are two problems with that idea: 1) where would i find the dress?! and 2) nobody would get it, the philistines! Anyway, anyone have ideas?

I am a writer, writer of fictions.

Right now what I would like is a hug. But not from a girl, because of the boob-on-boob action. Awkward.

I can't wait to England because for the first time in my life, I will have an accent. And people will laugh at me for saying weird things like dude, tight, sweet, like woah, fool, and shyeah!

I need to catch up on normal things such as going to the ATM, buying groceries, and cleaning my fish bowl. I think that I will feel more like a human being then.

Oh yeah and I think I passed my linguistics midterm, however I am thinking about it and my paper was possibly crap. Go team.

Also: what are your thought on me being a writing major as opposed to literature?

Ding dong merrily on high!

Yesterday my brother told me that he listened to the album "Illinois" by Sufjan Stevens pretty much every day for nine months straight. I could instantly relate to that, and told him so. Only for me, it's "Songs for Christmas" volumes 1-3. I am now on my sixth month of religious, near daily listening, but there is no danger of me getting bored within the next 3, because soon I will have TWO MORE VOUMES of pure joy and gladness at my disposal. Combined with Vince Guaraldi's trusty old "Charlie Brown Christmas" masterpiece which I have not yet busted out this fall, this should get me through Christmas day at the very least, and has the potential, I think, of carrying me all the way through 2007. I can't wait till November 24th! Light up the yule log! Deck the halls! Get out your nativity scenes with moveable parts! Christmas is coming!

uuuuugh

The Bob Dylan show SUCKED. I hated it. It was really really not good.

I was prepared for half, or two thirds, or three fourths, or even seven eights, of the set to be newer songs which I didn't know. But I was not prepared for this. I recognized a total of two songs: an even more boring (I never thought this possible, but it's true) version of maggie's farm, and a HORRENDOUS rendition of like a rolling stone. It's called a melody, dude. People enjoy them. I felt like one of those poor little sixties kids when he went electirc, except at least then he didn't suck yet! I don't know why he feels the need to butcher his own songs, it really blows my mind.

Anyway, the rest of the set was totally and completely foreign to me, and also very boring, and I definitely spent the entire first hour or so just trying to keep from dozing off. not to mention that he didn't say a WORD to the crowd the entire. time. We all paid good money to come see him, the least he could give us is a "Thank you," or a "Hi, I'm Bob Dylan," or a corny "How are you doing tonight, San Diego?" Like seriously, what a jerk! He couldn't have made it any more clear that he didn't give a shit about his fans or what they wanted to hear.

I realize that this is my own fault, that I should have known better than to pay all that money to see a big name who's recent music intrests me not at all. I also realize that people can play whatever they want at their shows and it's not really my place to judge what they choose. But honestly, is it asking too much for just ONE decent hit from his earlier days? I'm not even asking for accoustic folk songs, I would have settled for something from Blonde on Blonde or even Blood on the Tracks. THROW ME A FREAKIN BONE.

I am so ridiculously disappinted. Kill me now. Time to finish my lit paper.

If there is one thing that puts me in a terrible mood, it's doing homework on a Friday night. Saturday night, I can do. Friday night is just wrong. I am so burnt out and right now I just want it all to be over, although you wouldn't know it by the way I keep procrastinating on this paper.

Meow mix, meow mix, please deliver!

Do you ever feel like every single person you know is about 50 times more talented than you are? I guess that's what happens when you have cool friends. Ok, I have just talked myself back into some small level of self-confidence. Phew, that was getting depressing for a few seconds there. Lately, I have to do this at least 5 times a day. Convince myself that I have someting to offer the world. Is that patheitc? Maybe, but what isn't, eh?

Anyway what I was going to say is that this weekend I am going to two concerts:

1) The Decemberists, back at the Wiltern, with my siblings and Josh. I am less excited about the band than I am about seeing the people. I can feel the warm fuzzies already. Perhaps we can even go to Denny's afterward?! (There is one right next door!) I miss Denny's with Josh. It would be so nice right now to have one of those completely carefree, albiet usually too carefree, nights where I literally have nowhere else in the world to be besides in a booth across from my friend on my 4th cup of coffee discussing where I would be if I could be anywhere right now (in case you were wondering-- on a porch, in the south, wearing white, waiting.)

2) Bob Dylan, at san diego state with charlene. It hasn't really sunk in that I am going to see him in real life, this person who is almost more like a symbol of what my life is not than a real human being in my mind. Should be inteesting to see what songs he plays, seeing as he has bajillions to choose from over half of which I have probably never heard. Also it is going to be a sitting down concert. I don't know how to feel about this one so I am going to not feel anything at all, which is the opposite approach I took to the Sufjan show. We'll see how it turns out.

but first, FIRST, I have to finish all this motherfucking homework. Why did I plan so much for this month? I am taking two classes pass/fail and yet I still feel like the sky is caving in on me. I am trying to live my life and not worry about it, but you have to understand, it's just not in my nature to let go.

chocolate milk

The writer's block has somewhat lifted, but this paper is still a more than usually painstaking process. It doesn't help that I feel like I need to prove something to myself by writing it. To sum it up, if I don't get an A, I will probably be pretty sad about life.

Today I was supposed to be watching this short film thing in german, which was on a video tape with a bunch of other short films before it. I watched one of them on my way, and it was pretty much really hilarious. It started off with this group of teenagers in some sort of arcade gathered around a driving game. The guy who's at the wheel is doing a pretty bad job, and they keep on jeering him and he's getting really frustrated and finally he crashes and burns. The friends all laugh and tease him but he clearly takes this game really seriously and he's having none of it, so he storms out of the place in a hot fit of rage. He gets in his nice red german-looking car, slams it into gear, and peals out of the parking lot, muttering to himself in fury things like, "Oh I can't drive, huh?" Soon he is on the autobahn and is speeding along, passing cars, dodging pedestrians, and basically being really bad ass and thereby proving that he can, in fact, drive like a pro. At one point he is behind a big slow truck, and as it is a one lane highway, wisely decides not to pass it. But suddenly the image of his teasing friends' faces enters his mind and before he can think twice about it, he's in the other lane. At precisely this moment another huge semi comes around the bend and our poor hero can do nothing but look horrified and slam on his breaks before being utterly demolished. Cut to the next scene, where he is lying in a hospital bed with all kind of wires and tubes and bandages. His mother and father enter the room and the mother screams and the father looks distraught and everything is very tragic and emotional. Then the camera focuses in on his heart moniter, which beeps a few times before the line goes flat forevermore, and the words "Game Over" appear on the screen.


Let this be a lesson to us all. I for one will never play Cruisin' World again.

phonology? more like phoLAMEogy.

I just changed my linguistics class to pass/fail. I feel sooooo great about that. My week just got about 10 times better.

Also I discovered today that I want to minor in film studies really bad. Reaaaallllyyy bad. If I can make it work with London, and I think I can, I am doing it!

I am still unsure about minoring in german. But at least I have some direction in my life for once.

Crap.

I think I might have forgotten how to write. I am intimidated by the idea of other literature majors. They seem very numerous, very normal, and very much like myself, and that freaks me out more than you know.

Why is it that in every beginning physics class I take (and I'm on my thrid one, so take my word for it), the professor feels the need to begin the quarter with a lesson on the scale of the universe? They go to great lengths, using pictures and metaphors and numbers to make sure we understand that we are but an electron in a grain of sand on one beach out of all the world's beaches, a speck of dust on a football field surrounded by an immense parking lot. They seem to think it very important to convey to us that we are floating in a universe that is mostly empty space, along with something called dark matter, being controlled by something called dark energy, that there are many planets similar to our own, that there are bound to be a few with life as intelligent as our own, that human history is but a sliver on the timeline of evolution which is in turn but a sliver on the timeline of the incomprehendably old universe. Why do they insists that we become aware that we are nothing but stardust, before we can begin to study the stars? The sheer irony of it all makes me, if anything, less inclined to bother with the subject. Everything just seems so hopelessly paradoxical when you think of it this way. Because more than anything I just want to believe that I am special, handpicked, somehow above or below the rest of the people I see around me. We celebrate our individuality in this country, and talk about how wonderful it is that every person is slightly different from the next. But what difference does it make if you will never know everyone in the world, and they will never know you? I may be unique, but so is everyone else. And in the end I am just one of the many who have come before me and the many who will come after, when all I ever really wanted was to be something special.

Calling all English kids!

I realize that this will be my 3rd post of the day and I'm sorry about that, but I just wanted to say this:

If anyone ever happens to come across this blog who is British and preferably a college student and maybe even goes to school, woops I mean Uni, in London, could you tell me anything about the University of London, especially King's College and Queen Mary? I am thinking seriously about studying abroad there for a year, so if you could tell me what kind of reputation they have and about the social scene there, I would be thankful. Also, is the east end really that ghetto? And will it be awkward to live there for someone like me? I have never been to London, you see.

kthanksbye.

Time cuts down all, both great and small.

Today I was at the grove cafe with Anu getting motivation to study in the form of esspresso and chocolate, and I noted that there were lots of cute boys with beards there who look like they're into like maybe either Band of Horses or Kant, and I decided that I really should be spending more time at the Grove. As we were leaving, I was telling Anu about this observation, and she looked at me kind of funny so I started to explain, "Have I not told you about my thing for beards?" or something to that effect, when suddenly around the corner comes a guy with the biggest freaking beard on campus, I'm not even kidding you, it was like Iron and Wine status, except darjer and possibly fuller. I really couldn't even be embarassed, it was just too classic. I simply laughed heartily, looked down in shame, and went on my way.

I think I am going to write my lit paper on the primer that little puritan children used back in the day. It is chock full of charming phrases such as,

F: The Idle Fool,
is whipt at school.

and

G: As runs the Glass,
Man's life doth pass."


Hurrah for living in fear!

pix like omg!

Last night I couldn't sleep, and so after having read about thirty pages of pure and unadultrated silliness for my american lit class, I decided to make a photoalbum! No, not a real photo album, an iphoto album! Don't hate. Anyway, it was called "best of summer 06," and here are the best of the best, for your viewing pleasure.

Sweet land of liberty!


It's true, it really is.


cousins looking cute!


whoah dude


the mom and the dog


mein Bruder, feeling seasick but looking badass


save a real live horse, ride one of these bad boys


I wasn't invited :(


The guys


We're siblings!


So candid it hurts a little


What?


My friends are the cutest!!!


It's cold and we're lost somewhere in the east bay, so why do we look so happy?



I'd say the best part about this picture is that if you look carefull, you can see Josh's face on his balls!


This one speaks for itself, really.


Aint no gyroscope can spin forever.



Ok that's all, now I have to take a nap to recover from last night's shenanigans. peace.

My latest revelation.

I am too much of an overachiever. All the best people are not overachievers, and I never wanted to be one in theory. But sometimes it's just so much easier, because it prevents you from having to make any real choices about your life. I need to cut the crap. Here's the truth of the matter: I love reading. I love ideas represented abstractly through literature. I love writing, and I love thinking, and I love imagining my life to be something it's not. What I'm trying to say is, I was born to study literature. Who the hell am I trying to kid, anyway?

I would so rather be there person who goes to England for a year and takes creative writing and film electives just because she can, than the person who sits around acting like a douchebag and talking about moral relativism and studying her life away. Why am I so afriad to be the person I want to be?

Now everyone, gather round and watch as Mandy changes her mind once again within the next 24 hours!

give us the wheel and give us the wine!!

Anyone who says that UCSD doesn't know how to party should have been at Hot Hot Heat last night. It was the funnest concert I have ever been to. Not best, but definitely funnest. It was almost TOO much fun!!! almost, but not quite. I haven't let myself go crazy like that since I was a kid, or maybe ever. Not to mention that moshing with the nichols boys has got to go on the list of possible best moments of my life.

Some days I really love this school. I look out my window and I see girls in sweats and sandals walking back to the dorms with their surfboards, and in between classes I see grad students and professors discussing their students over coffee, and at lunch time there are boys getting drunk and watching sports at roundtable. College!!!

In case you haven't noticed, I am in a thoroughly good mood at the moment. There is one aspect of (read: person in) my life which is not too great, but I am resisting the urge to blog about it, mostly out of pride but also a little bit out of principle.

I just heard a really good line in this death cab song which pretty much sums up my thoughts on the weekend thus far:

and all you see
is where else you could be when you're at home
when out on the street
are so many possibilities to not be alone

yeah deathcab!

love x 10^23,
Mandy

p.s. are we at war or something? because there have been loud military planes flying over NONSTOP the last couple days and it's kind of freaking me out.

poetry

Heaven hath no greater gift
than OVT after a six hour shift

also:
three otter pops a day
keep the doctor away!

lebenangst

I just went to the study abroad office and got some info and set up an appointment to talk with an advisor, and I got really scared. i don't know if I can do this.

More on that later. For now I have to go learn some stuff about the solar system, which is actually quite a bit harder than it sounds.

(later)
more:
What if nobody likes me? what if everyone wants to talk about politics with me? What if nobody wants to travel around europe with me? what if i am too homesick to enjoy it? what if i get bad grades and it ruins my GPA? what if everyone i meet likes to go clubbing, and nobody wants to go to concerts and indie films? I will surely die.

Missing people sounds easy in theory, but it's actually a pretty bad feeling, probably because you are so helpless to do anything about it, especially when a great geographical distance is involved. But these days it seems that no matter what you are doing, you miss people anyway. You can't avoid it, so you may as well be missing poeple while you're doing something cool. That is what I'll tell myself, anyway.

My stomach is making weird noises. this is not good, it's very quiet in here (library). I wish this feeling would go away. it's been there for 3 days already! gah.

I have been in a really weird mood the last two days. Also, I am really behind on schoolwork. I am kind of a mess right now, and I don't know what to do about that.

Update: I will probably not be double majoring. It's kind of an ultimatum, either europe or philosophy. Not that difficult a choice, you see.

We both like birds

The thing that makes me most sad about life is that I will never love anyone as much as I love sufjan stevens.

Butterflies in my stomach

Tomorrow is the big day. I have basically set myself up for some serious disappointment by looking forward to it so much. But it's not often that I get excited these days, and so I suppose it's good for me.

I went to a little show at the che cafe just now, and saw a band called The Finches that Charlene has been raving about for weeks. It's just an adorable girl and an adorable guy singing adorable folk songs together, and the guy's parents were in the audience! I loved them. Other than conversing with some seriously annoying sufjan hating elitists, it was a nice evening. I would have liked to stay to watch the last couple bands but I have some homework to finish, so that I can go spend tomorrow in guilt free and blissful infatuation.

But first I have to go to my academic advising appointment, german, and linguistics. Back to work.

Did I mention that Anu bought a hundred pack of otter pops the other day?! Well, she did!!

For the occasion of... you're pretty.

I almost forgot to mention that I saw "the science of sleep" on friday and it was really good. I highly recommend it, and I have already added it to my favorite movies on this profile.

"I hate it when you cry. It's horrible. Especially when it's not for me."

oh, so glorious.

A thought I had

You know how every so often you get one of those flashes of truth, where you feel like your whole existence and all of history is wrapped up in that one little moment of realization? It's like when you're listening to a song and suddenly you can smell your grandma's house. Do you know what I mean? I hope you do. In Buddy's letter to Zooey in "Franny and Zooey," he talks about how he had a moment like that, when the little girl in the supermarket told him that she had two boyfriends named Bobby and Dorothy. He rushed home to write to Zooey about it, but by the time he got there, it was gone. And I can sympathize with that, because by the time you go to write it down, it's always gone, even if you try to write it that every second. It's just a moment, and it was meant to be.

But the point is that I kind of had one of those moments yesterday, and even though I can't really tell you the moment itself, I can kind of tell you what it was about. I realized that making art is about taking things out of context. When studying art (and by art I mean a lot of different things like music and literature as well as painting or photography), we are always taught to put it into context, to look at the life of the artist, and the history of the time period, and the circumstances that surround each individual piece. But I think that by doing that we are taking away it's very essence, and in a sense we are taking the art right out of it.

Because nothing is really beautiful in context. Around every beautiful thing there is something mundane or depressing or just flat out ugly, and if you look at the context, the whole, all you'll ever see is the predictability and the mediocrity. But the whole point of beauty is to take something out of that mediocrity and put it in a frame and say "Look at this tiny little thing. Isn't it amazing?" It's not the typical pathetic every-day conversation that's beautiful, but one ordinary phrase, when taken out of this context, can bring you to your knees.

And that's what happened to me yesterday. I was walking back from work and I noticed on a purely intellectual level that it was a beautiful day. And I was sad that I couldn't feel that it was a beautiful day, because I was also looking at the parking lot and the cement buildings. But then for an instant, just a tiny moment, a sun ray hit me just right and the grass looked so green and for a moment the context was gone and that is when I had the moment.

And since I am assuming that the goal of any form of art is to inspire moments such as these (this assumption based solely on the fact that this would my goal if I were an artist), my advice to the world is to get rid of the context. Who needs it, anyway?

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Yeah. There is deifnitely a van driving through the quad right now.

Today has been a long hectic day. I went to work at 9 AM and didn't get back to the apartment till 5. I also found out that I have a midterm on the tenth, which is the day after Sufjan. It's only physics and I can study on the weekend, but still. Also I have one of my 6-8 page english papers due the monday after decemberists and dylan. You're killing me, Larry!

But tomorrow is the season premire of Lost! I can't wait, should be entralling.

Also, I wrote another half-hour-break-between-classes paragraph. Here it is, if you're interested:

The sun is out today, but the air feels like winter. It’s on days like this when I start to think about Christmas, when I wish I could wear my sweaters, and I am homesick for the Santa Annas. For my entire life, everyone I knew hated on the Santa Annas. But I always found them beautiful. They clear out the smog and make everything oversaturated and squinty and sparkly. At lunch the wind blows your hair right across your face so you can barely speak, and your lips grow chapped and your entire face faintly burns and you can scrape the dust out of your ears with a fingernail. When you get home you can’t even run your fingers through your hair, and it’s painful and wonderful and alive. As a kid I would use my jacket as a parachute and lean into the wind but it was strong and I would stay there standing strong with it. And every morning that I would wake up and see the row of plam trees bent over in agony outside my window, I would think to myself, “This is God. This is what it means to be alive.”

Que Elliott Smith...

"...It's [3:31] in the morning
and I'm putting myself on warning"

I really really can't sleep right now. I'm aware of a few reasons why this might be, but I really would rather not get into it. For now can i Just say that I REALLY wanna see the science of sleep?! It looks like my new favorite movie. it's playing here in La hOlla and I am going to go asap, I can't wait. It looks just delightful. even the website is delightful.

I have work in less than six hours uuuuuugh I hate when this happens. I need some sleeping pills ors.

I am borrowing this movie from sarah's blog. It is a video of what happens when you turn on the light in our bathroom. Oh, the joys of college life.



But don't worry, we found a solution!



In other news, I spent the whole afternoon poring over the course catalog. BIG MISTAKE. I am now doubting if I even have time to double major. But I did figure out that in order to minor in german lit i only need 4 more classes than I would be taking anyway, so I am probably gonna do that. Anyway I have an appointment with academic advising next monday morning and hopefully they will be able to help me work things out.

Tomorrow morning is my second day of work! I am kind of nervous to meet another one of my coworkers because this one is a guy (everyone I've met so far have been girls and really cool) and sometimes guys are harder to converse with at first. Whatever, as long as I get a lot of reading done I'll be fine!

It's almost monday again

Wow so I actually went a couple days without blogging for once! And by a couple I mean one. The weekend was pretty alright I suppose. Kind of bummed around and ate a lot. But that's ok. I tried to watch Little Women twice and fell asleep both times. Pretty freaking pathetic.

I made dinner tonight, enchiladas. They turned out pretty good and everyone liked them, so I am happy!

Only one week till sufjan and I am as excited as christmas times ten! I am seriously consideing hanging around outside afterwards and trying to meet him, I'm just that kind of a person. But seriously, I would LOVE to meet him, it would make my life. Although I have no idea what i would say, and would probably make a fool of myself.

Well, I have finally realized that I don't actually have much to say, and I'm sorry for wasting your time up to this point.