December 2009
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“Accept something that you cannot change, and you will feel better.”
– New Year’s Fortune Cookie. reminded me of Sister Michelle.
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conversation.
My parents just had a riveting conversation over dinner where they pondered where “young people go on new years’” now that disco clubs don’t exist anymore. They went on guessing for quite awhile and it was very entertaining. My dad seems to be under the impression that he knows something about youth culture. That’s where I had to step in.
mail.
My Oceanography book was just delivered. This is good, because even though I’ve only had 3 classes, we have our first midterm on Monday.
This means I will be spending the snowy day reading 3 chapters about plankton poop running a marathon of Glee.
russia!
I just got an email about this year’s Rutgers in Russia summer program in St. Petersburg. I pretty much cried. I wish I wasn’t such a sap. And I wish I could go back now that I, um, you know, can speak a few words of the language. Would have been helpful.
glee on dvd.
Threw a fit in Target when they said they were “sold out.”
I don’t know why they even let me in that store anymore.
Best Buy is love.
marathonnnnnnn.
that list?
That list I wrote a few days ago? About stuff I did over break?
Well, basicallyyyyy, the whole reason that I started that list was because I wanted to say this. But of course I forgot to say it. So, here:
I found out that one of my friends from middle school is pregnant (this is the 7th one, of my own count) and another is engaged. And not just Facebook-engaged, but helikeditsoheputaringonit...
So, there's a Ninja in my Oceanography class.
happyholidays.
In this fantastic holiday week I managed to:
- expand my Facebook friends age range from 12-61. goodbye witty wall posts. - get hit on by a Build A Bear employee while constructing a purple T-Rex. new low. - read a fascinating book about Pluto. I waited all year to read something for my own enjoyment, and I chose this. - nurture my Tamagotchi into a teenager. self-explanatory. - work. I...
facebook.
My 12 year old cousin just added me on Facebook.
I don’t know what to say beyond that.
book.
I’m writing my book again. I go through patches.
It’s cute how I think this is ever going to happen.
phonecall.
Woke up to a call this morning, at around 9:30, from our priest. Asking if I could come in to work today. I felt guilty and immediately apologized for oversleeping and not being on time. I felt really bad that I was being called out, and that I was so irresponsible that I didn’t take my work seriously. Then I realized that I do not actually have a job, and he was calling me in as a favor. I...
Last night, at around 11, my cousin called to wish me a happy birthday. My mom picked up the phone and said, “Too bad you missed it.” My extended family legitimately did not know what day my birthday was. I know that my family is huge (5 people), but like, I feel like there could be more effort.
concern.
I am concerned because my Winter Session professor just emailed us all, and titled his email “Into Oceanography” instead of “Intro to Oceanography.” This seems like a small typo, except for the fact that I happen to know that getting “into” something is a lot different than getting “introduced” to something. ;)
Brittany Murphy, you cannot believe you died on my birthday. I frigging love you. The Internet is having a panic attack right now.
oh hey, narnia.
Hello 19th birthday.
Right now, you suck. Please get better.
tamagotchi.
So my mom was all, “I’m bored, open your Tamagotchi.”
My first Tama has hatched and all it does is poop. Excuse meee, when do you become a pop star?
Look, if you’re going to be a bitch about it, then I don’t need you. You’re uninvited.
bLacKoUt:OHnineeee. II
Our power keeps going out, so my family set up every candle in the house, found our battery-powered radio and are blasting Christmas carols. I feel like it’s 1934 or something, but it’s kind of great.
My biggest problem is that “fuck you, it’s my birthday” mode is all of December.
unnecessaryanxiety.
The doorbell rang 8 minutes ago. Now there are rumblings downstairs.
I want to know who’s in my house on a Thursday at 3:00, but I’m too lazy to go find out. And also a little anxious.
snoop dogg merch. →
New low: cruising the Snoop Dogg merch page, creeping the cupcake hat he gave the ladies of The View this morning.
bLacKoUt:OHnineeee.
[sorry for that.]
Yesterday, most of College Ave lost power and the entire campus got completely dark at around 5pm. And of course, I have the greatest adventure to report.
So, I was in Russian class. We didn’t have class, but Svetlana called us in for a tea party (not kidding.) We were watching some snazzy Soviet-era cartoons when the power went out. Svetlana basically had a panic attack...
spell-checking.
Spell-checking an essay. Found that I had typed: “working to pay for pills” instead of “to pay the bills.”
Oh Kiwi, what are you doing.
ear.
The part of my skull right behind my ear is giving me some serious pain right now. I hope that it is not an indication that my brain is trying to escape.
actually,
Never mind, I’m sick of you.
friends.
I never realized how random my friends list was until I tried to wrangle them together for a shindig.
I love you all.
text.
Kiwi: This kid just pretended to jump in front of my car. I was like, what makes you think I won't kill you?
Melissa: Because you totally would.
Kiwi: I know, right?! If he only knew that ahead of time...
Melissa: It would save him a lot of trouble.
Kiwi: SO TRUE.
profilin'.
This company called STAYPOLAND started following me on Twitter, so I went to see what it was. And every. single. person. that they are following has the last name Kowalski. I feel like when they were looking for fans, they did a quick search of Kowalskis and were like, “um, okay. DONE.” I love racial profiling.
ow.
Just popped my Achilles tendon. Slowly dying.
