I'm in love with my new couch. Its the best one ever. You need to come over and experience how fantastic and soft it is. Its amazing. I'm now over it.

I got my grades today!! I got an A in anthropology and Freshman Forum (oh boy! the class in the MALL), a B in French, a B+ in Global Community, and...a C in calc!!!! I'm dead serious--not EVEN a C-!!! A regular old C!!! I must have gotten a C+ or even a B on the exam!! My GOD. Its fantastic. I passed! Cs get degrees and all that. I'm just excited. Sometimes I worry that I'm going to have to change my major and become an anthropologist. I don't want to, but I might secretly be forced to. I love International Relations...but if I became and anthropologist I could study the crazy Dutch people and their traditions. Life.

Last night was fun. Today was a do-nothing day. I love DeGrassi. It is SO intense I can't handle my life. THEY JUST MENTIONED THE BUFFALO BILLS. I love life. I love Buffalo and its most losing superbowlness. Spinner's hair is ugly. I CAN'T BELIEVE RICKY'S DEAD...and even though Jimmy's ugly and pointless...I don't want him to die. I wish I wasn't addicted to Canadian soap operas. I also went to Fuddruckers with my Uncle and his family.

I only watch the N for the crazy scandalous commercials.

I miss you :)

As for 2004--I say, let's let it die like it let so many people and things I love do the same. Here's to a better year to come.

That was really really fun.
I enjoyed it.
I missed you if you didn't go though.
But I gotta say...St. George. no wait. I gotta say, I love you guys!
Pictures to come. If you have pictures could I have some? My silly camera batteries died. Oh, and it turns out I'm the best driver ever and you better believe it. Plus we got to hit up the Casino, the Rez, AND Downtown Buffalo. You only wish you were in my car. My car was a party. Good food though. Good company. Good new game...maybe we get a little too into it. Sometimes I hardcore flip off Phil for like an hour straight. Stupid doctors. Sledding--except when certain kids decide to like, die. Camp Testosterone. Enought said. Ohhhh there were Yettis in the woods. Shall I break out the quotes?
"Babies are made by FUCKING"
"No tampons in MY fire"
"That's why everybody likes clowns"
"Are you with us????...or somebody random?" ("somebody random!")
ps...I got 8 emails from my stalker since I was gone?? Probably my favorite part was:
It seems that only mail order brides are
available to me. Do you think that I cannot find a
girlfriend because I have problems, or that I don’t
have problems but those girls who reject me (including
you) may be something wrong? How do you think what
such problems are if I have any?

~what a party!~

Christmas was a lot better then Christmas Eve, and for that I'm really glad.
It stopped snowing, but it was still a white Christmas.
We slept until late and then we headed to St. Andrews and came home to open presents!
I got an electric sabre, an electric epee, knickers, a new (and VERY BADLY NEEDED!) glove, a CD player, CD case, etc. etc.
And they're all beautiful. And I'm excited. And I gotta tell you--the coolest gift I got today?
Le Petit Julien!!! my mom smuggled him home from Belgium in his little case and I'm in love.
(Its a Belgian Chocolate Mannekin Pis bought from the store across the street from my baby)
"He's like a baby! But he's peeing! In public!" Oh, memories.
I enjoyed the fact that this came with my beautiful equipment. Because if you read it carefully, its excellent.
I'm going to post pictures soon.
Today I finally got to visit my family and it was wonderful. Thank you for everyone who offered to drive me though. It was fantastic that we got to be there. There were only a few people there, but I had a really fun time with my family. Like, my cousins were real people! We hung out! I sat at the kiddy table (I was the third oldest there) and it was really really fun! And then I hung out with some older cousins...people who I never used to get to hang out with and then we got out old family albums from my Grandma's house and went through them and I got all the old pictures of my Daddy and it was just really really nice. My uncles...they look just like my Daddy. They sound just like him. They tell the SAME jokes. Its wierd, its funny, its what I needed. I love my family.
And when I got home, Brian called me from his cell phone!!

Anywho, Merry Christmas kiddos!!

So let's see if I can name anything going well this holiday.
Nope, nothing.

I just got into a really big fight with my mom because all I wanted to do was go see my Daddy's family because they're so much like him and all I want for Christmas is to be with my Daddy. She's too chicken to drive in the stupid snow (she's only lived in Buffalo for 30 years, she doesn't know how to drive in it yet?) and she won't let me drive there either. She drove so slowly that by the time we got to St. Andrews we couldn't go to the mass. So we'll go tomorrow I guess. Its really cold. My mom keeps saying "we're just lucky we're together and safe" etc. but you know what? we're not. We're missing the most important part of our family amd nothing will ever change that. Sure, last Christmas sucked because they weren't speaking, but at least he was there. At least we had HIM. And at least when life sucked I could go to him and he could tell me that everything would be ok. And last Christmas I had Brian and he's a wonderful friend! But I wish something that I won't say--but if you know what I'm thinking then fill in the blank. (Although I'm really happy Brian's happy!) and like ugh...I want to be with my family. The very last thing I want is to sit here with my mom and brother and do nothing for two days. And then have a day, and then go to a place where we're kinda fighting. I mean, we're not really fighting. I just feel bad that there were so many issues last night. I hope we can work them out. I just want to hang out with everyone like we used to, you know? I don't want it to be wierd anymore. I don't want to be here with my broken family. I don't want to be with my broken friends, I don't want to be back at Syracuse where I don't have these people, and I don't know what to do. I'm just depressed, and I know I'm supposed to be because that's what people do when someone close to them dies. I know that I'm lucky I'm not like this 24/7 and that I still have my wonderful friends and family. but the point is that right now life pretty much sucks and I want the stupid holidays to be over with and I want life to be fun again and I want my Daddy back.

I hate feeling shitty. I hate drama. I hate this.

I hope all of you have a wonderful holiday though :)

ps my tree's broken and not decorated and falling apart. and its cold! And I realized the place that I'm happiest in the world is 199 rue de Dunkerque and I want to go...home.

I like that people are really starting to come back now. Its so great to see everyone and to be together again!!

I have a crush on Western New York and the fact that I see someone I know no matter where I go. Its awesome. I also like how everyone's interconnected. For instance I got a facebook message from Matt B's older brother who is my cousin's best friend and it was extremely random and now we're friends. Sometimes Sarah drives me and Matt B home from school, then he goes to Canada with my cousin. Then the same day I got the facebook message, Matt B's away message was that he was at a gingerbread party--and I knew the girl whose party he was at because I went to camp with her two and three years ago...its awesome.

Sunday night I got to see everyone at CYO and that was awesome. I'm really glad I got to talk to my Liz even though I was upset that Jose and Janet didn't come :( I even got to see Dan Crowe randomly! Then I got to hang out with Christina and have a Nutella party!!

After the Nutella party I was driving home and my car was going bumpbumpbumpbump and it was REALLY bumpy. Then it started smelling like burnt rubber. By the time I got to Rowley and saw smoke, I decided to pull over. Can you say "flattest tires in the world"? So I called my mom and woke her up and then I very slowly drove it home.

Monday I had to go get a new tire, then I went grocery shopping (I suck at grocery shopping, I'll never make a good wife :( ) then I went shopping with Laura and Kim!! There was a bear above us!! And the guy at the Greek food place TOTALLY shot me down! And then Kim threw water at me! It was terrible! Then I met up with ERIK & BRIANA, BRIAN, Mark, Dan O, and I brought Christina and Kim and then Chelsea came and then DANA called and we went over to my house and DANA CAME OVER and then so did Mike and Phil Getman!!! It was a CRAZY PARTY!! Then I kicked everyone out and Liz's mom drove me to pick up her and Naomi at the train station! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!

I missed Liz :( I hadn't seen her in 10,000 kabillion years. Or 2 months and she's my bestest best friend in the whole world! and now she's home!!

Today we partyied and we're going to party some more tonight~ I can't wait.

Hullo to everyone from SU! I hope SOME of you are enjoying your sunny California and...dates with people while others are enjoying living in places where they say "Carnagie" wrong (I saw a Carnagie Melon sweatshirt today and thought of you. Also, I saw Bills hats ;) ) And I hope others are enjoying Binghamton and New Hampshire too!!

(life is SKETCH)

mmmm...I love being home.
I can't wait for everyone to get home. That's going to be even greater.
Kim & her mom came to pick me up and then that night I hung out with Kim, Mark, and...BRIAN!!! yaaaaaaaay!! It was exciting to see him. We had fun and we even saw Luke when we hit up Brian's house on the way home!
The next night, Mark, Kim and I went to the Boulevard to go jewlery shopping and then we went to Higher Grounds to see Mr. Jarosz & his band sing. We saw a lot of kids from school too. Jarosz and his band were very good and as usual the Higher Grounds drinks were very good too. It was fun. Then we eventually found our way to Kim's (surprise!)
with Mike where we hung out and had fun and watched a movie.
Yesterday morning, my mom woke me up because she needed me to drive her to the hospital for xrays because she thought she had broken her foot. (She still can't drive from her surgery so I've been driving everywhere) (I'm such a good driver!!) After the xrays we quickly got dressed for my uncle Tim's wedding and then I drove out to East Aurora. The wedding was nice, I guess. The food was good, and I got to see a lot of my family which was nice. (Thanks Hong-Diem for the help picking the dress!) So it was a party.
Also, my cousin sent me a Christmas present--a digital camera! its really nice! So look forward to me taking a lot of pictures really soon.
I watched "Love Actually" with my mom (LOVE THAT MOVIE) and then I went to the movies with Mike & Mark.
A lot has been done with the feminist movement in recent times, from our "housewife game" ("get me my hot chocolate, woman!") (JOKE)--to Mike driving me to the movies (thanks Mike!)--until the following letter from the stalker which I shall leave you with:
I feel the male/female sex ratio of 1:1 of human
population is unhealthy. The male to female ratio of
human population should be 1:2, so that most men do
not have trouble in finding spouses, so that women are
not so picky, and so that women can work for men.
Now in the world there are too many men, but there are
too few women. Do you agree?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAOMI!!!!

FINISHED!!
So..I'm done! That's it! No more calc! No more math! No more work for a month!
No more Syracuse for a month!
It hasn't really struck me...but Kim and her mom (the most amazing people ever) are on their way!
And I'm packed!
And I'm leaving! to go home! for a month!
wow. I can't wait. Sure, I'll miss my friends here...but I can't wait to be home!

Unlike someone who just left, I should say, I WILL miss people here :p

So my life the past couple days has been a majority calc--from the meeting with Prof Doerr (she made us biscotti--very good!), Paul Kenline, Colby, orange hat kid, and a couple others (and although I didn't get to rat out Eric because Paul Kenline beat me to it--the conversation really did go a lot like I said it would!); to "Finer Food Night" (aka Finger Food night with hot pretzels and chicken nuggets!!); to our calc sleepover last night!! yay!

I don't know how I did, I hope I got a 75% or better...I really do. But there's nothing I can do now.
My anthro exam was EASY. As for the stalker...he's emailed me twice since it ended :(

A month...wow...well safe trip to everyone! good luck on exams! I love you all!

bye!

This entry is also dedicated to the calc gods...
I hereby dedicate my firstborn child (Sam) to the God of Calculus (Prof Doerr) in exchange for a good grade on the calc final. I promise, if a good grade (or even not) is granted to me, I shall never take another calc class EVER again!!

So my mom's fine, thanks to everyone who supported me, I love you so much!! She had surgery yesterday and she came out fine. She actually should be getting out tomorrow and then I'll be home Thursday!! yay!!

I'm done pretty much studying for Anthro although I have my final tonight at 5 (pronounced: last time with stalker ever) but I'll be spending the day in Prof Doerr's office. I set up this time and then she was like "can I invite other students?" and I was like "I GUESS" so it'll probably be like, me, Colby, and Paul Kenline but hopefully people I actually like will show up too?? Last night we had math review with our moronic TA Eric and he kept doing things and saying "If you're in Prof Doerr's class DON'T LOOK AT THIS" so I want to rat him out today. I'll just burst into tears and be like "Don't we do some crazy loopy thing now?" and she'll be like "WHO TOLD YOU ABOUT THE LOOPY THING??" And I'll be like "Eric, ma'am! And he did all SORTS of crazy things! like this wierd thing with the number 32 and I THOUGHT I understood logs but now its ALL GONE and I give UP!" and then she'd be like "excuse me for a moment" and then she'd go kill him and then she'd come back and we'd finish Related Rates or whatever we were working on.

At least, that's the plan.

Yesterday the French Department went to L'Adour, the French restaurant and we ate some AMAZING sandwiches and fries (I wss like "les frites sont BELGES" and Vincent was like "Je SAIS") Anyway, I think Vincent's dating Kyleen and I was trying to figure it out but they kept speaking French, well it was all in French, and I wanted to figure it out but I think in the end she called him "mon amour" or something like that and I was like "ok." But the food was sooooo good.

So from now on I will ignore livejournal and STUDY REALLY HARD until Thursday afternoon when I take my final and then when I GO HOME so this is a list of people who I really need to hang out with:
Meghan O'Connor
Janet Seel
Elizabeth Christian
Erik Grant
Briana Dorrenbacher
Greg Kaufman
the rest of the Cove
CYO kids (Michelle and Laura at least)
and many many more.

So my mom just called... from the hospital.
Chest pains. Again.
She should be out Wednesday, but I don't get home til Thursday.
She's having surgery tomorrow, but she should be ok.

That doesn't change the fact that I could have been an orphan right now.

a fucking orphan.

Edit...
she's going to be ok, I'm just freaked out because although this happened three years ago (December 10th) it was different because I was home then. And my Daddy was home then. And it just scares the shit out of me to think how easily anything could happen. And I hate that they weren't even going to tell me except she left my dad's family know (because my uncle works at the hospital) and she didn't want me finding out from one of them. She also wasn't going to tell me about my Grandpa during AP Exams except then he died and I was in the room and she started crying and she HAD to tell me. And two times ago when she went in for chest pains she didn't tell me either because I was at camp and she didn't want to worry me. IT WORRIES ME BUT YOU MUST TELL ME ANYWAY. And I can't go home before Thursday but then when I get there I can go take care of her. Of course...we all know how well I take care of my parents. I want to go home.

And thanks for all your support guys, although like last night you just made me cry harder about how much I wanted to be home with you guys. I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you.

1/2 done with classes...I'll be home soon.

Heylo! I'm currently avoiding studying for exams, but that's seriously on the agenda for tonight.

Yesterday I was sitting online talking to Jason and he decided that the only thing that would make that day better would be eating real food so he decided to go to the mall, but he didn't want to look like a Hobo, so I went with him. Also, I like real food. All I have to say to him is that I am NOT going to become a crab queen and that's all there is to it!! I will NOT mother a dynasty of georquis or whatever. I REFUSE. I also got a really pretty scarf for my dress for my uncle's wedding. I like scarves.

Then we went to watch "Le Divorce" in Hong-Diem's room because its big but she left and I was alone in her room and I was scared because sometimes guys without eyelashes come into the room and sleep on their beds and he's really scary. So I got locked in and then Becca came and left and then Hong-Diem came back and then we watched the movie. Kim! Remember when we watched it at Uncle Tony's?? Liz! Remember Uncle Tony!!! And Joe? We watched that movie and then Liz called because she had been on a date with Jeff??? Oh man...crazy times. That's when we became gossips!!

Anyway, this morning I went to fencing but only Greg showed up and he decided to go to the gym and I decided not to bring my guitar there so I headed over to where Echo was meeting to go play for poor children and old people. It was fun. The first hour, Father Jim played with me but I was the sole accompanist the second hour. ick, I wish I knew how to play! In between, we got in the party van and had a wild trip.

Afterwards, Becca, Hong-Diem and I went to the mall and we were really mean to each other by saying things like "hey, Hong-Diem, let's go over here. BECCA! LOOK OVER THERE!" and then outsmarting the third one. It was fun. I got a lot of my shopping done. And KT called me! yay!!

And now I really hafta study...francais et mon essaie de la communitee globale...c'est ma vie maintenant!

Matt Finley, I love you.

Founding Father's Brain Bored in Jar
by Matt Finley

Presenting: George Washington's Brain's Daily Schedule

OK, so, every day at 9 a.m. some pencil-pushing desk jockey comes in here, puts a stick in my jar, and kind of stirs it around to wake me up. Except on Christmas, when I get to sleep until 10 and he pokes me with a candy cane.

Once I'm awake, they hook me into a computer that lets them hear my thoughts. Usually, I swear at them until they inject me with my food-oil, but twice a month, I say "asphinctersayswhat?" and then wait for them to reply with "What?" so that I can laugh at the fact that they've just unwittingly implicated themselves as sphincters. Then I think about how clever I am.

Sometimes I like to say, "I ambushed the British. What did you do, Sphincters?" but other times I get real quiet and pretend like I'm dead because that makes them push lots of buttons and sometimes they push the wrong buttons. When they push the wrong buttons, an alarm goes off and I laugh at them.

After that, I have to choose between the red food-oil and the blue food-oil. As far as I can tell, aside from the color, the only difference is that the red one's harder to make. I usually ask for that one. One time, they mixed them together to make purple food-oil. MIT must stand for Mister Idiot T.

If it's a Monday, they change the brine in my jar. Whenever that happens, I have to share a jar with Hitler's brain. Usually, we just mind our own business until my jar's ready again, but sometimes we dry-hump just to freak them out.

On Tuesdays, a bunch of little ugly poor children used to come down to the lab and pet me, but then I called them "sphincters" and threatened to use my electrical tentacles to shock them. Then some scientists clipped my electrical tentacles and now they just have everyone pet Hitler's brain instead.

On Wednesdays, they experiment with putting me into new bodies, but the bodies are always either too fat or too hairy. Once, there was a body that was both, so I said, "Hey! Sphincters! What are you trying to do? Make me look like your mothers?" Then I chuckled to myself and ordered a double serving of red food-oil.

Each Thursday, they turn off the security cameras and shake me up until I black out. I think they go to Red Lobster, like the bottom-feeding sphincters that they are.

On Fridays, I hold press conferences where historians and scientists ask me about how awesome I am. They used to make me wear a little rubber tie, but the knot was always too tight and I'd end up confusing my accomplishments with Hitler's accomplishments. It's not even funny how much they differ. I mean, I've never even picked up a paintbrush!

Weekends are the best because I get to go outside. They always offer to take me to the park or to the museum but, in the end, I always make them take me out on the helicopter. Last year, they spent so much money taking me out on the helicopter that the government had to fire 1,200 employees.

I love weekends.

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!

Last night I went to bed early and then I was listening to yellowcard and had a good ol' fashioned breakdown. Actually it was good because I've been feeling lately that I haven't...ya know...been thinking about it enough because it hurts too much and I can't think about it. But last night I was like "oh man! I hafta tell my Dad...oh...shit." And that's the way I cry for an hour and freak out.

And that was WAY too serious for this. But its my journal and I can do whatever I feel like doing.

In other news, I'm the worst roommate in the history of the world. :( Just wait til tonight, when it gets worse :)

This morning I woke up and I SWEAR I was in my bed and then I opened my eyes and...there were pictures on the walls. And I was like "why are there pictures here? where's my window?" and then I was like "BLOODY MERDE NOIRE!" PUTAIN DE..." because I was here. In Syracuse Ny. And I had an 8:30 class with my stalker.

Luckily he didn't show. (I've recieved three emails from him this week) Then Schine and then my last Global Community :( I loved that class and then...

MY FINAL CALC CLASS!!! EVERRRRRRRRRRR!!! And I got a SEVENTY FIVE on my test!! AND I HAVE A C in this CLASS!!
ok so its a C-...but its a C!!!!!!! I am SOOOOOOOO excited. I will miss the class (the people) and all its gossip. Like yesterday I went to have a meeting with Prof Doerr to study before the test and I was late but then in walked this kid and Paul Kenline and then Prof was like "Hi Colby!" and they were like "no, its Colby's friends" (poor Paul....she mixes him up with EVERYONE!) and then Colby walked in and she was like "Hi Colby!" Its alright, I've always known she's loved Colby and Paul. As long as she's not dating my man, I'm good. But then we studied (plus another one of Colby's friends) for an hour and a half. You heard me. 45 minutes of anti derivatives alone. Then we went upstairs and took the test. Then I went to the writing workshop. Three hours of calc AND the hour I studied beforehand. And the French oral final. Yesterday sucked.

But now all I have is finals and my paper and I'm home for a month.
speaking of which, does anyone want to come pick me up here next Thursday??? Anyone? Or in Rochester on Friday night?

its ok....I'll walk. (kidding)
I'll leave you with this:

aLiEn14217: Mike, we're going to hang out when we get home, ok?
aLiEn14217: it'll be fun!
aLiEn14217: we'll play cards!
bigwig306: "hang out"
aLiEn14217: I'm so excited about playing cards!
aLiEn14217: yes, hang out!
bigwig306: i was trying to make it sexual
bigwig306: hence the quotes
aLiEn14217: I noticed and I think you're gross
aLiEn14217: we're going to play cards!
bigwig306: "play cards"
aLiEn14217: and talk about how a year ago now we were in driver's ed weren't we?
aLiEn14217: that doesn't even mean anything!
bigwig306: "drivers ed"
aLiEn14217: hahaha "making out with Andy"
aLiEn14217: oh what?
bigwig306: "making out with andy"
bigwig306: oh wait u said that already

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOG!!!!!!!!

My blog is one year old today!! I'm so proud of it!! Remember when I started this because Steve had this blog that I got all my information from and I didn't know what to do with myself when he didn't update? And then he made one for me? Aw, thanks again Steve. You rock! And in a week, you and I are going to play our guitars together. I know we've been saying this for awhile now, but we will.

Awwwwww....I wish it was a year ago. Because we'd be home and happy and well...my Dad would be alive...so a year ago was better then today and I miss it. That was some good times. This blog has seen a lot of craziness throughout the year...


Anyway today was my LAST WEDNESDAY OF HELL SEMESTER! yay! Last French class of the semester (actually I'm kinda upset because Vincent's a good guy) Last Plenary...it was a good one. I fell asleep, but I woke up at the end when the kids got into a big fight about globalization. It got intense there for a few moments, man! Then I went to Schine to do my works cited and revise my anthro paper but there was a really long line and I couldn't get a computer!! So I got coffee so I could wake up. Then I went to calc...ONE MORE LEFT...and Prof Doerr loved us and now we have a date for tomorrow...then I went back to Schine and got the last computer and finished my paper 2 minutes before I had to leave for class. Awesome. Then we had our last WPC lecture (one more class with the stalker..ever!) and I sat with Meghan who protected me and now I'm back.

Last night we had fencing and it was Mike, Jason, Matt, George, and myself. Jason and Mike did sabre drills leaving me with the other two. Afterwards Jason and I fought for like, the rest of the night. (wow! quelle coincidence! that's what we're doing now too!)

Anyway, we also had a Hannukah/7th Heaven/Math Gossip party and we ate Pita Pit and it was great!! yummmmmmmmm real food.

Happy Birthday Blog! I love you! :)

LEAVE HAPPY BIRTHDAY MESSAGES FOR THE BLOG! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!

Happy Three Year Anniversary Erik and Briana!!!
I LOVE YOU GUYS!!

And just as I was enjoying my new stalker-free life...
HE EMAILED ME!!! What part of "get a life buddy" don't you understand??? I sent that email, and he said "thanks," that was the entire email leading me to believe he got the point. Obviously I was mistaken. Now I'm really bitter. And I thought he understood that we had broken up and so I got freaked out when he was sitting near my regular seat in class today so I sat in the back with the troublemakers (I'm only a troublemaker in calc, not in WPC, in WPC I'm a nerd..but more on that later) and you could tell he was looking for me and he was confused why I wasn't in my seat so he looked around and found me and stared at me for like 10 minutes!! EWWWWWW. So I got out my phone and tmed Kim and was like "la la la, he's staring at me. I'm looking busy" and then class started and I started intently taking notes and he eventually turned around. The moral is: ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I ran out at the end of class before Prof Freedman could get the last words out of his mouth. Then I ran back to the dorm.

Dear Stalker,
its OVER. Please NO MORE.
AND NOT ALL AMERICAN GIRLS ARE SLUTS!!!!!!!
STOP SAYING THAT!!
Signed,
the world

Then I came online and I was complaining and I went to check my email and...he emailed me!!!! Something about how all American girls sleep around with a bunch of different guys and they dont' care if the guys have girlfriends or not and all this stuff and if he imports a prostitue she'll just be a prostitute here or something. Whatever dude, I told you to STOP.

Ughhhhhh...

anyway today in math that girl sat with us again. There's segregation in that class for a reason ya know. Math Class is like "Mean Girls" and that's just the way it is. Also, I was heartbroken because Prof Doerr was canoodling with my love "Fast Fingers" and it was just heartwrenching. Plus Paul Kenline had a new winter Bills hat which he then took off during class?? Wierd. Oh math class. As much as I can't wait for the last two days to be over, I'm going to kinda miss your drama.

Today was the last monday of the semester of classes. And it snowed hardcore. It was swell.

Today in GC, Charles has a way to be depressing. We were talking about the snow and he was like "I really like the snow and I want it to snow hard because after this I go to Nigeria and THEY don't even have a word for snow in their language" and I'm like "dude, you consistantly make me feel inferior." (ps, I know someone who wants to bare your children") hhahahahaa...

Beer Central on Saturday was crazy. I was promoted to TAP but I ended up just being a pourer which was rough but there were a couple kids there I'd worked with before (the Indian kid from Columbus Day who's my friend and that slacker guy who slacked off again..grr) Also two kids from math. I didn't do anything this weekend. It was so lame. Sunday night was the Echo Christmas Party and the Christmas Mass which was reallly nice but then I wanted it to be Christmas and it wasn't.

ick.

so last night I got two emails from my stalker.

The first one was talking about how he and one of his mail order bride candidates have been having a discussion and he's pretty sure she's not "pure" but she claims she is. Then he said that all he wants is a woman to be a virgin, marry him, sleep with him, not divorce him, and cook for him. He then went into a really big discussion about what makes him so eligable for marriage and he sees girls with husbands and boyfriends and he knows that he's better then the men so he doesn't understand why he can't find a girlfriend. He then went on to say he wants a Chinese girl because if he gave any American girl his requirements, she wouldn't pass. (All American girls are sluts)

So I was kinda ticked by the time I got the second email. The second email said something along the lines of :
if you don't want to continue recieving my emails then reply and tell me so. I send you these because I thought we could be freinds, but I know I can expect nothing from you.

Burnanted.

So I sent him a response, (with the wonderful help of Kim and Erik) so the affect of:
"I hope you have a nice life, buddy"

so that's it, I hope. Yesterday was a really scary stalker day---I want to give a special shout out to Meghan for saving my life-- because he was waiting for me in class and I asked Meghan to stay with me--luckily!! and I "worked really hard" on my survey and so he started talking to the only other girl in the room...asking her for her email...etc. Unfortunatly there was no way to stop it, it was like watching a car crash, but you couldn't do anything. We wanted to scream "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" But we couldn't. Luckily she was mean to him, so mean that he left, and we got to tell her and make sure she never opens them. Poor girl. Then we all snuck out the back way.

I would show you these emails, but Orangemail's down.

After a really relazing afternoon (I needed it after that) we went to movie night at Shaw, ordered a pizza, and watched "Mean Girls". This morning we had fencing (Dear myself, please learn to fence, signed, me) and we attempted Florentine. Those boys are MEAN. Mostly because I can't fence...but yea. It was fun though. Then Mike ditched us and Jason and I were upset because we had been looking forward to eating real food downstairs all week (there's no real food up here anymore) so we went to Sadler anyway. Real food. wow!

And now I'm sitting here complaing about the stupidness of Syracuse with Jason because that's what I do.

I also sit around hoping my stalker's not going to kill me for breaking up with him...

I forgot to mention the other day I opened my copy of the New York Times and read the headline "Lake Cleanup to be Ordered in Syracuse" yeaaaaa man. It also called Lake Onondaga "one of the nation's most polluted bodies of water." Outstanding. Simply outstanding.

Remember in the beginning of the year when the water was green and we weren't allowed to drink it? Syracuse, NY, how I love thee.

I only have one bruise on my arm, and its wierd. If you saw me right now you wouldn't think I'm a battered woman. And I'm not. But its a wierd feeling to NOT look battered. ya know?

Sometimes it turns out I'm really good at selling beer and I get promoted to Beer Central--the alcoholic's dream--8 different kinds of beer, all for the same price. Its good times. We were playing St. Bonaventures!! I wanted them to take me home with them. If they had just taken me back someone would have picked me up in Hamburg, right? But Helas, no luck.

Then I went to fencing--Dave, Mike, Jason, George...good times...hahahahaha. I fenced Mike a couple times and I fenced the fan. you heard me.

Then I stayed up until two writing my WPC essay and today I wrote my GC essay. This essay was REALLY boring but it was second to last one...so I'll get over it.

Oh dear, this is boring. I better fix that up right away. Lesse...would you believe me if I said I didn't know any gossip? hahahahaha. just kidding.

that doesn't mean I'll tell you.

eh, you probably know it anyway. I don't even know what gossip I'm talking about anymore.

Paul Kenline has a whole bunch of new hats. He used to only wear the one hat...but now there's more! Welll...I guess you'd have to be in my math class to care. And by that I mean... be Hong-Diem or me.

Oh my God...8 people just imed me at the exact same time...that's really freaky. Sorry. Over it.

I like mint oreos and I don't care what you say, ok? they taste good.

I like when my hallmates are singing and you can tell they're really drunk. Have I mentioned lately I hate my floor? Well except Hong-Diem, Becca, and Jamal. And the girl across the hall. I like her. And Liz next door. I like her too. And Matt B. He's cool, even if he hangs out randomly with my cousin.

I hope this hasn't been utterly pointless.

ps...does anyone think its ok to talk in the shower? because I can't stand it when there are people and they're taking showers and they're talking...like...you can't go 15 minutes without talking to your friend? That's even worse for people who talk on the cell phone while in the bathroom? Seriously...ew. And if you don't flush and if you don't wash your hands...I'll kill you. Because...ew. And if you go straight from the toilet to the sinks on the other side of the wall? Then I happen to know that you didn't use soap because there's only one soap dispenser! EWWW!! I hate people. You're 18/19 years old! Learn how to be clean!!!!!!!!

I also have a plan to bomb Sbarro pizza.

that is all.

oops..this isn't one of my essays...
I had a good day for the most part. It wasn't, technically, productive, but it was good.

I woke up and went to French where we read our friend poems (mine was hot, I'll type it up when I get it back. Let's just say I almost rhymed "incroyable" with "sur la table" so you know its good!) and presented our "Greenpeace" presentations to "the United Nations". French class = nerdy.

Then I came back here and slept until 1. Thanks Becca!

I got breakfast and worked on my WPC project (Irish stereotypes in American cartoons!)

Instead of doing my GC (its my favorite class! I swear! I just hate the papers!) I went to the dining hall and ate there for...well...an hour and a half. And the food was sooooo bad!! My cream cheese melted on my bagel...is that supposed to happen? so I had a salad and cereal. The dining hall needs to have good food again. soon.

Then I went to fencing and everyone had lied and said they weren't going so I thought it would be just me so I went to get the key and they were like "its already down there" and I was like "um, ok" so I went down there and it was like Mike, Dave, Matt, and Greg so we called Jason and he came and then another random saberur--Chris maybe? came and Reed (the sabre) died. I got to fence a whole slew of people so that was good. I hadn't fenced in like a week so that was crazy. It was good there was such a turnout! yay!

Today I wrote my last french essay for the semester--after writing like 1 a day for like 3 months its gonna be fun to not write anymore...I was told that I never talk about my classes so I'll just give an update to how they are:

French: I'm a nerd so I like it. I like French and it makes me think of 199 rue de Dunkerque which I've been dreaming of more and more lately...its my favorite place in the world. So anything that reminds me of that can't be so bad, huh?

Anthro: Its a senior slacker class to be honest. I do the reading and its easy. The paper's fun to write and the book is about Italy which is kinda like France (see above) The only problem is that...well...the stalker's in that class. Have I mentioned recently that he's honestly looking for a mail order bride? Because he is. Then he said they're probably all whores. Then he said that that's better then the American girls he's met. Burnanated. By a guy looking for a mail order bride.

Calc: my own personal hell. 5 classes left of doom and death.

Global Community: my favorite class in the world. Easy and fun and interesting and my major and my love--only problem is the essays are horrid. But no final exam so I'll live. God I love that class.

Anyway those are my classes, you happy now, Lisa?

I hate myself because I just used the phrase "major hottie" and I'm sitting here talking about hot guys. Thanks Becca. you're a pal. I also just said "you're a pal" maybe I need to be shot. Anyway, yay hot guy project!

ohgodohgodohgodohgod...drama...sometimes its good...but sometimes (this isn't just what you're thinking of) its noooooooooooot good. I wish everything was ok again. I wish it was junior year again. Why can't it be junior year again? Think about it: sure we had hard work but it was fun, and we were all friends and we weren't fighting and like I can't remember any hardcore relationship problems and we were all together and my parents were both alive and together and there were scandels but they were fun. AP Bio, AP American (ok so that had a couple scandels) but it was soooooooo fun.

All the bad drama needs to stop. So I can move on with the good drama. kapiche?