My thesis advisor is basically my hero. I was incredibly apprehensive about going to meet with him today, because I missed both of our last meetings; first, because I had double-booked, and second, because I hurt my back. I've also done NO WORK recently so I had absolutely no progress to show. But, he was fine. Not I'll-let-you-slack fine, just, I-know-you'll-do-the-work-soon fine.
Plus, I like talking to him more than I like talking to most people who pop up in my daily schedule. His southern accent absurdly puts me at ease, and we have long conversations having nothing to do with my thesis. Like about how we both think that the 43rd district reps are assholes and how Democratic infighting creates serious obstacles to the party's agenda and inordinate amounts of frustration to people like us. I'm so glad that I found him, because I've never even taken one of his classes or anything. I can't imagine a better advisor for me and my research. :) !!!!!!!!
I miss....
Photography--I haven't taken pictures with any camera other than a digital one since high school. It just doesn't seem worth it if you're not developing it yourself and choosing the size and tint and everything. I wasn't amazing at it or anything, but I still have some surprisingly kick ass pictures that I took. And I love pictures.
Soccer--Particularly the feeling of tackling the forwards from the other team. And then the girls get all snotty when they get frustrated after not being able to get by you every single time. And nothing can beat playing in the mud and rain.
Getting perfect grades--What happened to me? Coming out of my freshman year, my gpa was fully 3.97. Believe me, though, its all gone downhill from there. And this quarter will definitely add a United States deficit sized dip into the slope. Sad.
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For all my hatred of the UW Econ department (sordidly unaccountable professors and inconsistent class quality), I really do love econ. I will always be able to stand being the only non-asian, and girl in my classes if the material continues to be so completely intuitive. It's true that I don't appreciate bothersome things like math, but when I understand how to do certain types of problems well enough to the point where the math is just a stepping stone and I can see past it to the greater logic of the problem, and then be able to immediately see how to solve another problem when an extra stage or firm is added, then it is oh so enjoyable. I am such a nerd, and I don't even get the grades to justify it anymore, but if you try it out I think you will find that econ is undeniably satisfying.
"HOUSE MEETING WEDNESDAY: Come if you ever want toilet paper again."
-the Bitch Board in our kitchen
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Can't Touch This
Stop....Hammer time.
Seriously, though. Is it cool if you don't put your hands on me? I'm not weird, and I'm not trying to be a bitch. I like hugs and everything....if I at least know you well enough that you know my favorite and least favorite politicians, which is probably all of my friends. But otherwise, can you please not?
Thanks. I'm glad we got that cleared up.
It's too bad that Jamie Pedersen and Ed Murray are such assholes. Please, guys. If you are going to bitch about students not voting to the few students who are...the same ones who are running the voting drives and working on your campaigns, and THEN tell us that our opinions don't matter because students as a whole don't vote, that's bullshit. You should probably rethink why you are a Democrat, because unlike Republicans, you are supposed to listen to all of your constituents. And, I'm really very sorry, but you are off your rocker if you think that anyone will let you get away with levelling Husky Stadium to make room for a new 520 off-ramp. Honestly, when I talk to those two muffins, I feel like I'm sitting in a room with two coke-railing Richard Nixons.
"One vote is worth a hundred obscene slogans."
-Richard Nixon
Seriously, though. Is it cool if you don't put your hands on me? I'm not weird, and I'm not trying to be a bitch. I like hugs and everything....if I at least know you well enough that you know my favorite and least favorite politicians, which is probably all of my friends. But otherwise, can you please not?
Thanks. I'm glad we got that cleared up.
It's too bad that Jamie Pedersen and Ed Murray are such assholes. Please, guys. If you are going to bitch about students not voting to the few students who are...the same ones who are running the voting drives and working on your campaigns, and THEN tell us that our opinions don't matter because students as a whole don't vote, that's bullshit. You should probably rethink why you are a Democrat, because unlike Republicans, you are supposed to listen to all of your constituents. And, I'm really very sorry, but you are off your rocker if you think that anyone will let you get away with levelling Husky Stadium to make room for a new 520 off-ramp. Honestly, when I talk to those two muffins, I feel like I'm sitting in a room with two coke-railing Richard Nixons.
"One vote is worth a hundred obscene slogans."
-Richard Nixon
Monday, February 19, 2007
Fluffy animals win.
Don't worry, I don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn or anything. Oh wait, I do. What kind of fruitcake plans a Lobby Day that requires you to BE in Oly at 9 am. They know that people are driving in from all over the state tomorrow morning. Are they high? I certainly hope so, because the cruelty that would require them to be able to set that time while perfectly sober is astonishing. Things like this make me want to be politically apathetic, or at least uninvolved.
I went to the Quad's tonight. I am so nerdy, but I LOVE having people who have known me and my family for a long time. And, let's be honest, having someone else feed me is wonderful, especially when cheesecake is included. One thing Jo (the mom) said tonight, however, was thoroughly frightening. Apparently, her wealthy friend was contacted by her Swiss bank and advised to convert all her money in the bank to gold, because the bank was certain that an attack on Iran by the United States was imminent in the next month. Scary. I know lots of people are sure that the administration is headed there soon, but I honestly have trouble believing it. For all of Bush's sheer stupidity, he still has Cheney by his side, and although Cheney is undoubtedly the more evil of the two (making Bush's impeachment a Democrat's nightmare), he must have the political savviness to realize that their administration CANNOT AFFORD another Iraq. Which Iran would inevitably be.
Did you know that pandas bounce? This is true. They fall out of their trees suprisingly often, and when they hit the ground they literally bounce. The babies realize this after a few dozen falls and then start to get even more jiggy with it on tree branches, and just bounce when they fall off.
If I had to rank the top animals that I would like to hold, I would actually put pandas above koalas, even though I have said my whole life that I would love to hold a koala. You can, actually, if you can make it to the Lone Pine Wildlife Conservatory in Australia. They encourage people to volunteer for a 2-week period with the koalas. I would rather go to China, though, because pandas are not as fiesty as koalas, in addition to being less boring. Koalas are boring because they have almost no nutritional value in their diet (eucalyptus leaves)...their daily intake is actually supposed to be the koala equivalent of the amount of nutritional value provided to us by a bowl of cereal. No joke. Anyway, the important thing is that pandas are more playful and fuzzier and thus I will visit China, before I trek down to Australia.
I have discoved that for the first time ever, I can say one carefully chosen sentence in a Spanish accent. "It was black as night when we trekked through the bush." It's pretty amazing. I can't wait to show my cousins. They will tear it apart. (: And here's a related secret: Aqua di Gio cologne may actually be the way to my heart. I wish that every boy I know would wear it. Not so I can fall for them, just so that I can to live in a society where I get to smell it 50% of the time.
Sometimes I think that maybe if I wrote in here when I wasn't falling asleep, I would actually have something profound to say. I don't think I've ever tried it, but let's be honest, half of my time really is spent thinking about pandas, cologne, and petty complaints, so this is probably as good as its gonna get.
"Holler at THAT man. He is fucking fierce!"
Chloe Harper, watching The Long Kiss Goodnight
I went to the Quad's tonight. I am so nerdy, but I LOVE having people who have known me and my family for a long time. And, let's be honest, having someone else feed me is wonderful, especially when cheesecake is included. One thing Jo (the mom) said tonight, however, was thoroughly frightening. Apparently, her wealthy friend was contacted by her Swiss bank and advised to convert all her money in the bank to gold, because the bank was certain that an attack on Iran by the United States was imminent in the next month. Scary. I know lots of people are sure that the administration is headed there soon, but I honestly have trouble believing it. For all of Bush's sheer stupidity, he still has Cheney by his side, and although Cheney is undoubtedly the more evil of the two (making Bush's impeachment a Democrat's nightmare), he must have the political savviness to realize that their administration CANNOT AFFORD another Iraq. Which Iran would inevitably be.
Did you know that pandas bounce? This is true. They fall out of their trees suprisingly often, and when they hit the ground they literally bounce. The babies realize this after a few dozen falls and then start to get even more jiggy with it on tree branches, and just bounce when they fall off.
If I had to rank the top animals that I would like to hold, I would actually put pandas above koalas, even though I have said my whole life that I would love to hold a koala. You can, actually, if you can make it to the Lone Pine Wildlife Conservatory in Australia. They encourage people to volunteer for a 2-week period with the koalas. I would rather go to China, though, because pandas are not as fiesty as koalas, in addition to being less boring. Koalas are boring because they have almost no nutritional value in their diet (eucalyptus leaves)...their daily intake is actually supposed to be the koala equivalent of the amount of nutritional value provided to us by a bowl of cereal. No joke. Anyway, the important thing is that pandas are more playful and fuzzier and thus I will visit China, before I trek down to Australia.
I have discoved that for the first time ever, I can say one carefully chosen sentence in a Spanish accent. "It was black as night when we trekked through the bush." It's pretty amazing. I can't wait to show my cousins. They will tear it apart. (: And here's a related secret: Aqua di Gio cologne may actually be the way to my heart. I wish that every boy I know would wear it. Not so I can fall for them, just so that I can to live in a society where I get to smell it 50% of the time.
Sometimes I think that maybe if I wrote in here when I wasn't falling asleep, I would actually have something profound to say. I don't think I've ever tried it, but let's be honest, half of my time really is spent thinking about pandas, cologne, and petty complaints, so this is probably as good as its gonna get.
"Holler at THAT man. He is fucking fierce!"
Chloe Harper, watching The Long Kiss Goodnight
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Strapless Bras are a Bitch
I hate not being 21. I hate not being 21. I hate not being 21. If I was 21 I would actually have things to do and people to hang out with. It was all fine until EVERYONE and their brother turned 21 this year.
On the bright side, Jesus visited from Oly today. And before he left to do something 21-ish I'm sure, he took the sliver out of my foot that has been in there for a day. I had completely given up, but apparently it was super good that he got it because it was a little pinnacle of glass that he swears would've gotten my foot infected. And now I can walk semi-normally again, exept for the whole back issue.
Sigh. I may or may not have been watching What a Girl Wants. Apparently I am a small child. But really, its true. All I want is a fairytale story where I get to wear a cute sarong and dance around and ride on the back of my english boyfriend's motorcycle. But instead I am sitting here contemplating cleaning my room. And nobody will play trivial pursuit with me because I guess I'm not special enough.
My word of the week is apprehensive. And I'm not even that excited about it. Whatever. I'll try to utilize ace some more anyway. Ooh! But I did have an ace time at Mitch's birthday dinner tonight. We got all cute and dressed up to go too. And Mitch and I split a bunch of appetizers which actually is my favorite thing to do.
"Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all."
-Dale Carnegie
(I'm not actually depressed or without hope here, I just like this semi-cliched quote and the fact that it was said by a Carnegie)
On the bright side, Jesus visited from Oly today. And before he left to do something 21-ish I'm sure, he took the sliver out of my foot that has been in there for a day. I had completely given up, but apparently it was super good that he got it because it was a little pinnacle of glass that he swears would've gotten my foot infected. And now I can walk semi-normally again, exept for the whole back issue.
Sigh. I may or may not have been watching What a Girl Wants. Apparently I am a small child. But really, its true. All I want is a fairytale story where I get to wear a cute sarong and dance around and ride on the back of my english boyfriend's motorcycle. But instead I am sitting here contemplating cleaning my room. And nobody will play trivial pursuit with me because I guess I'm not special enough.
My word of the week is apprehensive. And I'm not even that excited about it. Whatever. I'll try to utilize ace some more anyway. Ooh! But I did have an ace time at Mitch's birthday dinner tonight. We got all cute and dressed up to go too. And Mitch and I split a bunch of appetizers which actually is my favorite thing to do.
"Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all."
-Dale Carnegie
(I'm not actually depressed or without hope here, I just like this semi-cliched quote and the fact that it was said by a Carnegie)
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Mumtastic...go with it.
Just kidding, I, of course, have a couple of things to say...
First, I have an addition to my Guys I Would Marry on the Spot list: Jimmy Carter. That is right. All astrology aside, the man was my favorite leader of the free world, and it doesn't get much better than that.
Second, I am falling apart. Yes, physically. My back hurts like its broken, but whatev, actually, because what I am really upset about is my nails. I have always considered them my best feature. Olive was going to grow up and be a foot model, and I was going to be the hand model and rub lotion on her feet in commercials. Except she would have to use some tanning lotion so that we could match. Anyway, besides the fact that that didn't work out for obvious reasons, my nails now look like shit. Damn. Between this and my China class that is ruining my GPA, I have no longer have a viable career path. And the nail upheaval is all due to the hair clips I've been using that require me sliding my nail under the clasp to get them open. AND, I have a sliver in my foot. But, its a good thing I have brains, because I realized that if I paint over the broken nail, it holds it on kind of like glue. I'm not that worried about the look of my nails actually, I just don't like when they break too low and it hurts. You can't even make it feel better with an ace band-aid.
Third, I am SO upset that I am SUCH a dork. Puh-lease, who writes an application essay about existentialism? For anything. I didn't even realize the absurdity of it all until I was sitting at IHOP tonight. What a place for a revelation, let me tell you. Too bad, I know Stephen and Aaron were like "what the fuck" too. They didn't say it, of course, but I could see them thinking "She wrote about fucking existentialism instead of why she wanted to travel? She must be high." Whatever. High on LIFE. That's right, kids, I happened to enjoy writing that essay because it was fun. And now I will have a honeymoon travel schedule. Ha! I will have too be filthy rich before I get married...and find someone who I can coerce into agreeing to my proposed itinerary. Wolong Panda Daycare, anybody? I will add agreement to honeymoon travel schedule to my list of husband qualifications.
Fuck, I overuse commas to the extreme. And I can't think of a word of the week because I am too sleepy. I am such a failure at life. At least I look like a British singer. Apparently. That's ace, I suppose.
“Instead of having "answers" on a math test, they should just call them "impressions," and if you got a different "impression," so what, can't we all be brothers?”
- Jack Handy quotes
First, I have an addition to my Guys I Would Marry on the Spot list: Jimmy Carter. That is right. All astrology aside, the man was my favorite leader of the free world, and it doesn't get much better than that.
Second, I am falling apart. Yes, physically. My back hurts like its broken, but whatev, actually, because what I am really upset about is my nails. I have always considered them my best feature. Olive was going to grow up and be a foot model, and I was going to be the hand model and rub lotion on her feet in commercials. Except she would have to use some tanning lotion so that we could match. Anyway, besides the fact that that didn't work out for obvious reasons, my nails now look like shit. Damn. Between this and my China class that is ruining my GPA, I have no longer have a viable career path. And the nail upheaval is all due to the hair clips I've been using that require me sliding my nail under the clasp to get them open. AND, I have a sliver in my foot. But, its a good thing I have brains, because I realized that if I paint over the broken nail, it holds it on kind of like glue. I'm not that worried about the look of my nails actually, I just don't like when they break too low and it hurts. You can't even make it feel better with an ace band-aid.
Third, I am SO upset that I am SUCH a dork. Puh-lease, who writes an application essay about existentialism? For anything. I didn't even realize the absurdity of it all until I was sitting at IHOP tonight. What a place for a revelation, let me tell you. Too bad, I know Stephen and Aaron were like "what the fuck" too. They didn't say it, of course, but I could see them thinking "She wrote about fucking existentialism instead of why she wanted to travel? She must be high." Whatever. High on LIFE. That's right, kids, I happened to enjoy writing that essay because it was fun. And now I will have a honeymoon travel schedule. Ha! I will have too be filthy rich before I get married...and find someone who I can coerce into agreeing to my proposed itinerary. Wolong Panda Daycare, anybody? I will add agreement to honeymoon travel schedule to my list of husband qualifications.
Fuck, I overuse commas to the extreme. And I can't think of a word of the week because I am too sleepy. I am such a failure at life. At least I look like a British singer. Apparently. That's ace, I suppose.
“Instead of having "answers" on a math test, they should just call them "impressions," and if you got a different "impression," so what, can't we all be brothers?”
- Jack Handy quotes
Under Pressure--Ice Ice, Baby
Those are two songs with the same notes. Vanilla Ice is a straight up music thief. And the point is, now that I know people are reading my blog (tee hee hee), I can't write anymore.....bitches.
"I want you on my team. So does everybody else."
-Song I don't like
"I want you on my team. So does everybody else."
-Song I don't like
Monday, February 12, 2007
I have to get up at 8 am tomorrow to go to Costco. I am SUCH an angry little hermit. I'm heading to bed right now, which is like midday on my normal waking hours schedule.
And I still haven't made the written my science essay. And all I wanna do is paint my toenails.
I also thoroughly hated feeling like I was on the east coast today. I was blatantly hit on by some guy who insisted that I looked like I was 21 or older. That's when I know guys are a) coming on to me, and b) full of shit. I act so nice too, I just don't know how to be bitchy...or even nonresponsive. But I hate it.
"All of Jack Abramoff's influence. None of his jail time."
-Rob M
And I still haven't made the written my science essay. And all I wanna do is paint my toenails.
I also thoroughly hated feeling like I was on the east coast today. I was blatantly hit on by some guy who insisted that I looked like I was 21 or older. That's when I know guys are a) coming on to me, and b) full of shit. I act so nice too, I just don't know how to be bitchy...or even nonresponsive. But I hate it.
"All of Jack Abramoff's influence. None of his jail time."
-Rob M
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