|
I should be writing my final paper for my class, but I am not. It would be cool if I had something interesting to say, but sadly, I don't.
R&J casting is out...oooh: I went to San Francisco and I got a pretty dagger letter opener with a pretty wooden handle for Juliet to kill herself on. I heard they made a rule the props have to be all the way donated to YSP, so we're not responsible for breaking people's stuff... We should collect cool stuff for the apothecary's shop, cause that would be fun. Do we need any new masks? Or do we have enough? And not that we need it, but do we still have the R&J sequel that Holly wrote last time? I just remembered that because I saw a book that reminded me of it.
So this is cool: There's a really ancient virus called the LU sequence, and it's inserted itself into our DNA, and it makes up 10% of our genome. This my friend tells me.
In two weeks I come home. I'm happy about that.Current Mood:  thirsty |
|
House
|
Feb. 15th, 2007 @ 12:25 am
|
|---|
|
I finally watched House -- and it's really good! I thought I was gonna hate it because House is mean to patients. But that's okay, because Cuddy wants to fire him and people look at him like he's crazy when he's crazy. And his top priority is curing the patient. I mean, the hours and workload is beyond the cushiest any doctor could ever dream of having, and doctors do not break into houses or regularly send patients into surgery over unsupported guesses, but that's okay. I can handle all those things, 'cause you can't get anywhere near med school if you think that's the way doctors work. Grey's Anatomy on the other hand...*shudder* *spasms* *throws up* That show is gross. It pains me. I honestly believe that show is going to have a harmful effect on medical practices. PRIORITIZING PATIENT CARE is the basic principle that makes modern medicine honest, respectful -- and respectable. Doctors are not all knowing. House knows that, and when he acts like he knows everything people say, "are you sure? cause if you screw up that has consequences." and he's like, "it's all i can do. tell me if you can prove i'm wrong." On Grey's Anatomy -- EEEEEW!!!!!!!!!! They're like, "Oh, all powerful [fucking irresponsible!] doctor superhero person, you have an intense moral dilemma here that has nothing to do with the opinion of the person whose life is at stake. please heoically save the poor pathetic little life so that you can go sleep with your current lover." And I know that no one watches it for medical facts, and most peope know that no doctor's life is actually like that, but I really think it changes the way incoming med students are going to think about medical practices and patient care. Hopefully most of those dumb ones will be weeded out, though. Sorry. I love ranting about Grey's Anatomy. And two medical shows at about the same time, I was worried House would be bad, too. But I like it. A lot. Which was the actual original point to this post. Anyway...yeah. |
|
♥day
|
Feb. 14th, 2007 @ 02:12 am
|
|---|
|
happy ♥day.
i love you all.
*kiss*Current Mood:  tired |
|
Hey, so...very long time no update. I'm gonna copy Shanna and say my classes, 'cause that's simple.
- Physics 2A - 'cause I took physics without calc before and it sucked. And I've always wanted to know physics. It's all magically, mathematically exciting and special and stuff. I was going to just sort of go to the class with my friend, listen to the lectures, and not take it for a grade, since I already had physics credits, anyway. But then we had homework and we had to get a book the very first day, or we couldn't take the class, AND the professor was *really* good at explaining things. So I signed up. Also, my friend and my dad both emphatically told me not to take physics, as such a class would be suicidal. So what more reasons do I need? It's actually going very well now. And out TA has a twin who also knows physics and comes in to confuse us. Anna and I were trying to ask a question, and I was like, "Ask our TA." She said, "Which one? There are two of our TA." And that was kind of funny. We asked the wrong one (even though we knew he wasn't our TA, he was right there, and he asked us what question we had), and he sort of triumphantly said that, since he wasn't our TA, he couldn't deal with administrative stuff for us. Yeah.
- Action 101 - three of us in the class were in Macbeth. So it was cool to walk in and know people. I didn't feel like as much of a loser. The professor seems good, but he also doesn't seem super warm and fuzzy, and I really don't want to show up late for class. Also...we have to do improv. I am very bad at improv, and I do not enjoy performing improv. I'm not that creative, and I'm a bad liar. So. We'll see how that goes. This is a prerec for the Shakespeare classes, and I want to take them, but...we'll see.
- Muir College Writing Program 40 - dumb. But probably the best environment for me to learn how to write bullshit essays. I'm pretty sure no one, not the TA, not the students, will pick up on how obviously stupid anything I say will be. So, for the stupidest class I ever plan to take, well...it could be a lot worse.
- Programming for Cognitive Science Majors - just learning java. It's kind of fun, and since its the easy course for non-computer people, I don't have to learn any of the *why* things happen, I just learn the language. Our professor for this one is crazy. The first day, she came in five minutes early in a complete panic, saying, "Oh, I'm so sorry. Sorry, I'm late. We'll start in just a minute, I'm so sorry." I was baffled. Girl next to me leans over, says, "She still has five minutes, what's she worried about?" I said, "I don't know, she seems so distraught." This prof is very energetic, and she ends half her sentences with, ", okay? Is that OK? I don't want to leave anybody behind, okay." The way she reminds me of that one woman on Saturday Night Live... *looks up name* ...Cheri Oteri. She's very nice, though. And energetic is good for a class at 8 in the morning.
- Calculus 2B - my professor looks ridiculous. Pink shirt tucked into blue jeans, big glasses, blond beard, big belly which you really notice when he makes a joke and then leans back and grins at everyone in the lecture hall. He's really good at explaining things, though. Also, cell phones are allowed in his class "if they have a cool ringtone."
So yeah. That's what I'm doing so far. My only other regularly scheduled event is that I've promised myselft I'll go to the beach every Sunday. Tryouts for some plays are next week, too. Hmmm...I think that's about it.
ECurrent Mood:  good |
|
is fun
|
Dec. 15th, 2006 @ 09:55 pm
|
|---|
|
So my sister and I are walking down State Street. We've got the same hat on, and we're holding hands. And this guy standing at the corner gives us each a high five. He's like, "Right on! Don't let anybody stop you!" And Sami's like, "Wait, what??? What was that?" And I'm like, "I think he thought we were dating." And then we start laughing. It was pretty much hilarious. So that's my story.
"Sisters?"
"We're close."Current Mood:  amused |
|
take your ipod, put it on shuffle, write down one quote from each song, then everyone has to guess.
1. if looks could kill it would have been us instead of him
2. hey, little girl, you break the law. you hussle, you deal, you steal from us all.
3. horses prance through a silver storm
4. p'licemen sitting, pretty little p'licemen in a row
5. you're cynical and beautiful, you always make a scene,
6. think of what you're saying: you can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright
7. don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up
8. and would you wanna see, if seeing meant that you would have to believe
9. slow dancing on the boulevard in the quiet moments while the city's still dark
10. me father gave me nose a tweek and told me i was bad
11. da quel momento te ami fin a la toma ti amare
12. excuse me while i kiss the sky
13. i loved you and i should've said it, but tell me just what has it ever meant
14. with nannette hemelfarb, the rabbi's daughter at the scarsdale jewish community center
15. there's a calm surrender in the rush of day
16. no, no, nay will she decieve
17. i don't wanna die. i sometimes wish i'd never been born at all
18. one floor below me, you don't even know me: i love you
19. it says home is where your heart is, but what a shame, cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
20. billy shakespeare wrote a whole bunch o' sonnetsCurrent Mood:  confused |
|
I went to the beach. and there were pelicans.
|
|
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
ps. the "failing at life" thing was in reference to my sleeping through/missing at least part of some class at least 15 times this quarter, and more recently my forgetting macbeth rehearsal and going to a surf club costume party (from which there are pictures of me on facebook) for which error my stage manager justly wants to shoot me, and my inability to schedule a read-through of my acting class scene thing and a trip to the bookstore on the same sunday due to my complete lack of social and organizational skills. that and the fact that i need to study way more than i have been. but all in all, it's really not that bad. it could definitely be worse: i still even have a chance at As in the classes that go in my GPA, and i showed up on time to the last 2 rehearsals, and i *did* manage to not to completely screw up the patheticly ridiculous study/bookstore-lack-of-definite-plans conflict...so that makes me happy. alright, love you guys!Current Mood:  pretty good ♬: some korean music |
|
|
Oct. 29th, 2006 @ 07:41 pm
|
|---|
|
|
Oct. 29th, 2006 @ 01:32 am
|
|---|
|
Okay, how about this?
If I order 25, I'll sell 'em for 12 bucks apiece; 50, it'll be $10.
I'm pretty sure I'm gonna order 25 during break. If so, 6 small, 8 medium, 7 large, 4 xlarge sound good? I really don't know how to order in bulk...
guy-style version is cheaper: $10 each if I get 25, $8 each if 50. I'll do 25 of those, too. Sizes...same? different?
could I realistically sell 25 girls shirts and 25 guys shirts in the next year? or do I need to give up on the girls shirts? I do know one person here who would only take a girls shirt. Should I order 50 guy shirts and 25 girl shirts? Or just 50 guy shirts? Or just 25 guys shirts? I really don't know what I'm doing...lalalalala..Current Mood: amused |
|
|
Oct. 23rd, 2006 @ 04:04 am
|
|---|
|
Arabic homework at 4 in the morning. Wow. The hilarious thing is that I'm not even working on the stuff that's due tomorrow. I'm so behind in all my classes. AAAAH! But I *think* I should be okay. At least I'm working on it now. Arabic is especially bad, because I didn't realize we needed to learn the vocab in the book, 'cause we never used it in class. But apparently I was mistaken. And now I have to go through the whole book for all the vocabulary, which, *coveniently* is NOT listed in the glossary arabic-to-english. Just the other way around. And my computer stopped cooperating with me. It now thinks that it shouldn't type properly in Arabic. Which means that I have to write it by hand and then alphabatize it by re-writing everything. Anyway...
I have a linguistics midterm tomorrow, which I'm pretty sure I'll do well on. It would be better if I slept more, but we'll see what happens. My roommate, Diana, is in the same class. So I helped her review, which probably helped me more than it helped her. Still, we should be okay. She likes scansion and literature analysis, so we talked about lit classes a little bit, too.
I had brunch with my dad this morning at this *really* nice hotel place nearby. By really nice, I mean they had hearts of palm for the salad, real yogurt, actual freshly squeezed orange juice, and some shrimp breakfast rice thing. 'Twas crazy. Then he took me home and got on a plane. It might be strange, but I don't miss home at all. I was happy to see my dad, and show him places, and hug him. But I haven't missed him. I haven't really missed home at all. I *have* felt unhappy and lonely. Mostly just the first week, when I couldn't talk to anyone about anything that I cared about, or give anyone a hug. But that's still different from homesick. Which is funny, because I'm so dependent on my family. But I guess I've been calling home a lot, so that would probably explain it.
Speaking of calling, I have a new phone, and a new number. 'Cause US Cellular apparently doesn't really serve the San Diego area. They've been faking it temporarily so that I'd have time to get a new number. Which is: 1-858-531-1895. Call me. ;)
Okay, now it's 4:30. I should either do the work that's keeping me up, or go to sleep. (I don't usually stay up this late, don't worry.)
Anyway...I truly love you. Good night, my loves.Current Mood: good ♬: just so you know |
|
|
Oct. 20th, 2006 @ 01:04 am
|
|---|
|
my daddy's coming today!!!!!!!!!
I LOVE MY FAMILY AND MY HOME AND MY FRIENDS!!! THEY ARE THE BEST BEST EVER!!!!
but honestly, I actually really like it here. things are going well...oh! and I've decided to minor in theatre. --i'm sure this comes as a shock to everyone. [sarcasm intended]
oh, and i'm in Macbeth--2nd Witch again. and some prof came in and taught us scansion and...dundundunDUNNN...he was really good. he brought in the popinjay speech, scanned it almost exactly how i would have, and anylized it so that i agreed with every word. and he was a good speaker. hence, i am taking his advanced scene analysis class. and i'm taking 3 other theatre courses for GEs: hence, i am minoring in theatre.
if i need time for myself sometime in the day, i can walk half a mile or so to the cliffs overlooking the ocean. or to the eucalyptus (i fail at spelling) forest.
call me anytime, you guys! if i don't answer at first, i'll definitely call you back. and it's 2 hours earlier here than in madison. therefore late-night phone calls=not as late for me.
i don't know, i feel like i should say more of what i've been doing but...i don't know. someday i will. love you all.Current Mood: good ♬: really quiet music from a movie my roommate's watching |
|
|
Oct. 14th, 2006 @ 11:33 pm
|
|---|
|
WHY IS NOTHING OPEN AT NIGHT??????
WHY DOESN'T ANYONE ELSE WANT TO GO TO SAN DIEGO AT ONE IN THE MORNING??????
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WANT TO DO SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!'
I'm bored. I mean, in theory, there are parties and stuff, but I don't want to go to a party. I just want to take a bus somewhere and walk around. Or go to the beach.
there are people yelling outside...i went to the beach with them before...they might actually go to the beach at midnight...but i'm afraid to ask...
...Current Mood:  bored |
|
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines
We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this. Thanks.
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.
|
|
even more nerdy than the usual online amusements--BUT this one's a contribution to science! (or something)
and i got this one from school, but i think anybody can take it...
oooooh, look what i just found!!
okay, i have class now. bye. i love love love love love you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Current Mood: amused |
|
|
Sep. 17th, 2006 @ 11:35 am
|
|---|
|
I have 50 million things to say, but I can't guaruntee I'll say them now, since I have to go to breakfast soon. (sigh of relief from everyone) ummm...I came here on a plane, so I checked in a ton of boxes (9, actually!). My sister hates every second of travelling, so that was sad. But half-way through the four-five hour plane trip from Minneapolis to San Diego, she started seeming happier. There was this really annoying selfish old lady sitting next to her, who kept looking at us strangely. I actually did look ridiculous, though, cause part of the time I was holding a stuffed animal. I've never had a stuffed animal that I actually used like a stuffed animal, holding it for security and stuff. But now that I'm 18, I do. My dad actually did the same thing with a pillow in college, I think. Maybe I just never needed it before. It's pretty silling in an airport/airplane, though.
So then we got to San Diego, got lost, and eventually found this Italian restaurant that my family likes. We ate there till it closed and then went to the hotel. The next day at nine, I moved in. But my bed (loft bed, which closet and desk underneath) wasn't actually set up (like, it was in pieces) so we had to wait to unpack most of my stuff until later. (apparently the screws that we thought didn't exist were just hiding where we couldn't find them.)
My roommates are both Korean, and they speak Korean (YAY!). But one of them doesn't like speaking Korean, cause she wants to make sure she's speaking English well, and she definitely doesn't want to talk behind people's back in a language they don't understand. So that's really sweet. I spent the whole day with them (Diana and Deb) and Deb's friend Esther. They taught me three words: beach=padatka (I can even spell that one in Korean) shoe=shimbal and ibbo=pretty. They're really neat, though. Especially Deb. I really hope I can defy my nature and all odds and keep my stuff in enought order that she doesn't want to kill me. It'll help when I have more than three drawers in the whole room. (I get my stuff later. Grr.)
First part of the day, we walked back and forth on campus. We went to get Deb and Diana's books, buy some stuff for our computers, and go to Ester's dorm in a really far away part of the college. Then...WE WENT TO THE BEACH!! I swam, and nobody else did, because I'm the weird girl from Wisconsin who's impervious to cold. There was a dance thingy later, that I went to for a little while. But then I left, because it was boring. I tried and failed to get my internet to work, talked to Shanna and cleaned my room imperceptibly. We went downstairs after the dance ended and played a version of Mafia, while discussing whether or not to play poker. At two in the morning, we went to the beach again. And I went in the water again. We came back, walked Esther back to her dorm, and then we decided that she would sleep on the floor of our room. Which is actually spacious. I don't know what I'd do with more floor space if I had it. (It helps that my roommates are neat freaks, though. Oh, and the showers rock. Good water pressure and plenty of places to rest shampoo and stuff. Erin=happy. But I still have to buy my books. I'm sure more stuff happened so far. I'll tell you later. Love my loves from Madison!
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
menica's journal
