Yearly Archives: 2004

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Greg and I are the strangest exes I’ve ever known. We’ve still been talking since last week. He wants me back, but I’m not sure if I want to go. What will happen to our relationship is yet to be seen.

On Christmas Eve, I spent the day with my family. That was weird. We went to see the ponderously-titled Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. (For the record, grammatically, there should be no “a” after a possessive, even as part of a title.) We ate at Ruby Tuesday, then went to vigil Mass. It’s technically “midnight Mass”, but they have it in the evening so people don’t have to go home at 1 A.M. It was the same as usual. Ryan was pleased because it was the first time he’d been to Mass since his First Communion, so he got to go up with the rest of us. Except my dad, who couldn’t since he isn’t actually Catholic yet.

Christmas was good. I got some cute clothes, jewelry, money, a new Harry Potter calendar (PoA this time. I think they’re photo-realistic paintings instead of movie stills), and other things. We only had one set of grandparents to visit this time, since Papa and Bridgette moved to Mississippi a while ago. Being around family was the same as always. I ate, I opened presents, and then I read.

This week has been pretty dull. My family’s home this week, so it’s not as quiet as last week. My dad will be home until at least February. His last duty day was last week, his retirment ceremony is sometime next week, and he officially separates in April. He’s very proud of his job-searching. He’s applied with TSA, so my dad may be in airports holding people up in those long lines while he checks their luggage.

Monday evening, I went to Megan and Stephanie’s party. It was something like a Christmas party, but not really, since Christmas had passed. There were so many people there I hadn’t seen in months: Hope, Alanna (for a little while), Jarred (okay, so I saw him at school), Meery, Kayla, Craig, McClain, Sharis, and probably some I’m forgetting. We ate, played Taboo (at which, as usual, I rocked), watched random tv, and talked. I had fun. I forget sometimes how much I enjoy being around other people. I miss E4.

Yesterday, I went out to Wal-Mart. My car has been sitting since Thanksgiving, in the cold and snow. My grandfather suggested I drive it, and I wanted to go buy the Garden State DVD anyway, so I went out. Megan and Steph are coming over this evening to watch it with me.

I got the soundtrack, too, mostly for “Let Go.” (I realized today, when I saw one of those compilation albums commercials, why I like that song so much. I have a soft spot for techno-driven dance music. And it reminds me of the end of the movie.) The rest is very emo. All the songs started sounding alike. Very male-vocals dominated, not the kind I usually listen to. The male singers I like tend to have smooth singing voices. I’ve only listened to it once, though. I’ll give myself time to warm up to it. All the songs reflect the mood of the movie perfectly, though.

So, I’ve got time to kill. Must finish my Fearless book; I’ve been reading it for about a month. So sad.

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1. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince will be released July 16, 2005. I jumped up and down when I got the text message that the date would be announced. I was also very upset that, because my parents are NOT getting DSL, AFTER they got my hopes up, I cannot go to JK’s website to see the announcement for myself. I had to go look at the screencaps. Not nearly as much fun.

2. I am rapidly getting bored, and the break has barely begun. I have some scholarship applications to work on, and my mom’s given me dinner duty once a week. We’ll be having breakfast for dinner a lot over the next five weeks. I can’t help it; I enjoy breakfast for dinner. And we don’t have any waffles, which makes me sad. Maybe that’s what I’ll make tomorrow.

3. I’ve written a new short story. I have also posted a found poem I composed using only the words from a poem Megan wrote. Please comment.

4. Greg and I broke up last night. I’m not ready to talk about it, but I wanted to let you all know.

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Friday Five
1. What is a fond holiday tradition from your childhood? Being super-excited on Christmas morning, so I woke up early, even though I have never been a morning person.
2. If you could start a new holiday tradition, what would it be? Waffles on Christmas morning?
3. What is your favorite Christmas song and who sings it? I love “Angels We Have Heard on High.” It was the second recital song I ever played. I also like to sing “O Little Town of Bethlehem” and “We Three Kings” sung together, and Nat King Cole’s version (the best one!) of “The Christmas Song.”
4. Is there a certain event, food, television program, etc. that makes your Christmastime complete? It’s not really Christmas time until the Jackson 5 tell me that Santa Claus is coming to town. Which, for the record, means that it’s not yet. But I have little fear that my mom will break out the Motown Christmas CD any day now.
5. Does is traditionally snow where you live at Christmastime? If not, do you wish that it did? I don’t think so. It snows, but we don’t get the heavy stuff until January, as far as I can remember.

Finals are over. I just posted my last assignment on WebCT, which means that I am officially finished with this semester.

Whoa.

It’s been a long week. I slept in very late Saturday and Sunday, so my body clock was completely off Monday morning. I was running late on the way to my 8 a.m. (!!!) psyc final, but the Hall Council left bagels in the lobby, so I got to eat as I rushed to the exam. My hands were freezing though, because I ripped it as I walked. It is so cold now, and I left my winter gear at home. Yesterday morning, I honestly thought my fingers were going to freeze off — but I’ll get to that later.

Anyway, I got to my psyc final with about five minutes to spare. The exam wasn’t really hard. I blanked on a few questions, but otherwise I thought I did okay. After that, I went to read over hot chocolate at Footnotes in McKeldin. I was reading a book, not notes. I don’t read notes right before tests because it’s so easy to get confused. We studied the recency effect in psyc (you actually do remember things easier if they were the last ones presented you, but with a delay you lose the effect), but I still don’t like it. After lunch at South Campus, I trekked back to North Campus to take my math final. It was in the Cambridge Community Center. I had no idea there were classrooms in there, like Cole Fieldhouse. I was confused over one question, but otherwise I also felt good about that one.

I didn’t do much on Tuesday. I went to the Incon to buy a bunch of snacks. Even with all those snacks and a UMD logo cookie tin, I’m still going to lose about $100. Oh, well. Boo for Dining Services. I caught up on my sleep a bit.

On Wednesday, I went to check my psyc grade — an A! Yay! Greg came by later with Gonzo (who’s transferring to UMD from Georgia Tech), and we went back to the Bio-Psyc building so I could pick up my paper. I got full points on my paper, which makes me incredibly proud. I can so do college. I showed Gonzo around the campus a bit. I made him rub Testudo’s nose. We wound up in the Commons, where I played Super Smash Bros. Melee. They told me what to do, and I got four kills in the first round, which made me quite happy.

I got up before dawn on Thursday. Really. As I walked to the Union to catch my shuttle, I saw the sunrise. It was beautiful; I was a popsicle. There was frost on the ground. Suffering through that cold, walking alone in the early-morning dark, and the bumpy bus ride made me regret volunteering for C-SAVE, but spending the morning around those cute kids made up for it. And the money isn’t terrible. I went to Adelphi ES to administer MSA tests to a group of third-graders, two boys and three girls. Two of the girls spoke Spanish; the one who stayed for the experimental section seemed very pleased to be able to write her answers in Spanish if she wanted to. Only one of the kids actually used the “accomodations” (play money, Spanish-English glossaries, etc.), and that was only during the experimental section. All my kids finished early, so I sent them back to class and left. My timing was terrible, though, because I just missed the bus back to campus and had to wait nearly an hour for the next one. There wasn’t even anywhere to sit, so I had to stand around singing to myself. My feet were killing me when I got back, but I had a delicious Texas toast sandwich at the Diner, and people from my hall joined me, so it was okay. (Delicious is a rare adjective for Diner food, but that sandwich was really, really good.)

I spent the rest of Thursday preparing for today. I took an old geography final online and failed, so I got discouraged and just quit studying. It took a few hours — much longer than I thought — to finish my honors seminar final and revise my short story. (I may post that online; I’ll let you know.) I was very pleased with the revision, though. It took so long, I had to rush to get into bed by 12:11 a.m.

I took my last exam this morning at 8 a.m. (!!!) I got there in plenty of time, after walking through the cold, eating another weird-tasting-but-nonetheless-nourishing bagel on the way. I worked very carefully, taking about seventy-five minutes to finish. I won’t know what I got for a while, but I didn’t feel like I failed.

After geography, I turned in my honors final and story revisions. Then I went back to the dorm with another hot chocolate, sat around for a while, and packed. I feel like I brought half my stuff home. My dad thought it seemed like more than at move-in, which is impossible. On the way back, we picked up a free pizza from Alario’s that I won through a contest in The Diamondback. It was yummy, especially because it was free.

Now I’m at home. My parents had a gas line run into our fireplace. It has a remote. There are logs and a picture of coals inside; nothing actually burns, but the heat is wonderful. My dad and I bonded watching Roswell on SciFi. I couldn’t quite remember everything, but I tried to explain it as we watched. I never realized how complex that show is. It’s like when I tried explaining ER to Jenny.

Jenny. If her grades turn out well, she’s going to study abroad in Australia next semester. She was moving out her stuff when I left. She wrote me a card as her way of saying goodbye, because if she goes, I might not see her again. I’m going to miss her terribly. Living in a cinderblock dorm cell with someone for sixteen weeks fosters quite a lot of bonding.

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There is no conceivable way to recap since my last entry. I should blog more, but other things take priority. I can only spend so much time in front of my computer.

Overall, Thanksgiving break was okay. It was weird being at home. I’ve gotten used to being around my peers all the time. Just Monday, Jenny, Hana, Becca, Sara, and I had a random conversation in the hallway. I always wondered how those got started. Now I know. It just kind of happens.

Registration sucked. BEGIN RANT> I thought I was confused, but when I went to see my Letters and Sciences advisor last Tuesday, she laid it all out really simply. So, I headed home and got ready to register (online) the next morning. By getting ready, I mean second-guessing myself, being confused, and wearing out Venus, the virtual schedule planner. I was so frazzled, I barely got to register on time. And I forgot to add one class, so by the time I got to it, it had filled up. That means I’m currently on two waitlists. I need my honors seminar, but I’m fifth out of six on that waitlist. The other class is an English class to help me get to my degree faster, whether I choose elementary or secondary education. I’m second of five on that one, so I’m way more likely to actually get in, but it’s still up in the air. Then, all the classes I want equal 17 credits. The max is 16 until the first day of classes. If I get off both waitlists before the first day of classes (unlikely, but possible), the latter will bounce. You need permission to register for 17+ credits before classes start, which I could get if I wanted, since the last credit is my required HH seminar. If I get off one waitlist before classes start, I’ll have to wait until classes start to get the second. And if I don’t get off either waitlist, I only have 11 credits, which means I’m not full-time, which will probably affect my charges for next semester. END RANT>

Later on Wednesday, I took my last math exam. Yay for easy probability — I totally aced it. Regressing in math levels was not as terrible as it seemed at first. I also learned the ASL signs for Hanukkah and Christmas. I taught them to Annie in the bathroom last night. The Hannukkah sign is so cute: four fingers on each hand, like a menorah. The Christmas sign is just “tree” with a C handshape. Boring.

I watched Pirates of the Caribbean in Age and Dan’s room on Thursday night. (That’s Adrienne and Danielle, not “Asian Dan”, like it sounds when you say it.) Great fun. A friend of a friend of theirs showed up; he was introduced at “Big Asian Rob.” Dori, who was sitting next to me, said, “Hi, Big Asian Rob. I’m Small Jewish Dori.” Then, he asked who the rest of us were. I was sitting next to Dori; I just said, “Lindsay.” And Dori goes, “No, you have to say ‘Medium Black Lindsay’.” I cracked up. Which reminds me: If you check my AIM profile every now and then, I change the “crazy quote of the moment.” People say the craziest things here. A sample:

  • “They’re two feuding drag families.” — Sara, my across-the-hall neighbor
  • “It’s like a cherry-flavored ear infection.” — Andy, on his Diner milkshake
  • “Remind me never to get arrested in Russia, the prisons there are rampant with tuberculosis microbes.” — the lovely Rajni
  • “Love is forever, but beach nourishment is not.” — my crazy geography professor

… I started writing this entry Monday evening, so I’m trying to remember what I meant to say and still say what I want to add from the rest of the week. Bear with me.

I did another psychology experiment last Friday, brining my grand total to three. I’m going to see if I can still volunteer next semester, even though I won’t get extra credit. They take about a half-hour each, and I like contributing to science without, like, donating my corpse. Greg and I went to see Shaun of the Dead at the Hoff. They canceled Garden State (because they “couldn’t” show it… hmm…), and he kind of had to talk his way in. Turns out you need UMD ID to get into the free movies. Jenny and I didn’t have to show ID for Kinsey, so I’m not sure what that was about. It was such a fun movie. Like the tag line said, “A romantic comedy. With zombies.” Seriously, if the living dead hadn’t been wandering around England, it would have been a regular old movie, but the “zed-words” wandering around made it worth the watch.

On Saturday, I did a training session for C-SAVE. If any of you read Rajni’s journal, it’s the same thing she’s doing. For those that don’t, I’ll be supervising standardized test administration for third-graders. C-SAVE is doing a study within the normal testing to see if giving children word-picture lists or counters will help them show what they really know. You could say they’re making the test easier, but that’s debatable. I’m doing it for the money. I was hoping to get 2-3 days, but I only got one. It’s during finals week (next week!), so I suppose that’s a good thing, though.

I did homework on Sunday. This whole week has been mostly homework. I finished my psychology paper at about 9:00 last night, but only because I started on Monday instead of yesterday. It’s such a fascinating subject. I’ll write more about it sometime. I aced the math test I took last week. We’ve been reviewing all week, so I think I’ll be fine for the final. At least I will if psychology doesn’t kill me — that final’s at 8 a.m.! On Monday morning! My other final is on Friday (also at 8!), and the take-home final for my Honors seminar is due Friday at noon. We met in my Honors seminar for the last time today. It was great; Dean (the teacher/professor) read us one of his stories. And he got us Papa John’s.

That’s really all I have to say. I have a massive geography quiz tomorrow and a practice math final exam. I may do movie night tonight. I’ve supplied the movies a few times. I don’t mind at all; I like watching with other people a lot more than I do watching alone. Since I’m home early, I should study.

Random fact: I found this incredible grammar site last night (where’d I put my Nerd Club card…?) and discovered that there are, in fact, Multiplication Rock cartoons for eleven and twelve, and a Grammar Rock for prepositions! I’m so excited, but now I want to see them. Too bad I can’t afford anything right now. Presents for my family, my mom’s birthday, my roommate, and Greg are stretching my finances right now.

New pattern for my layout. Felt like I needed a change. I will close this by saying that winter sucks because of cold, rain, and dry skin.

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Friday Five:
1) as a child, where did you go for Thanksgiving and who was there? I don’t remember much of anything before we moved to Japan when I was seven, and then it was just me, the parental units, and the rugrats every year.
2) what food(s) do you remember best/were tradition then? Courtney loves cranberry sauce, so we always had it even though she’s the only one that really eats it.
3) where do you celebrate now, and with whom? For the past few years, since we’ve been back stateside, we’ve gone to my grandma’s house to eat… er, celebrate with that side of the family.
4) has your menu changed (if so, whats new?) ? It hasn’t, really. This year, “Aunt Cookie” made this weird corn casserole. It was actually pretty good, albeit mushy.
5) what are you thankful for this year? I’m thankful that college isn’t wringing my neck quite as much as senior year did. I’m still all wound up and stressed out, but not nearly as much as I used to be. I’m also thankful that Jenny is such an awesome roommate. I’m so glad we were randomly put together.

I skipped my classes on Wednesday. I just didn’t feel like going. Anita told me Professor Kearney gave everyone who showed up extra credit for geography, which sucks because I could have used it. And we’ve learned all we need to know for the final in math class, so it’s just reviewing and handouts now. It was a long day, though. I packed and watched tv, which was cool because I hardly ever watch tv anymore except for my regular shows. My mom came to pick me up, then I came home and watched Shallow Hal on tv.

Thanksgiving was, well, normal. We went over to my grandma’s house. They stuck my dad with saying grace, though my mom tried to force me into it again this year. The food was fabulous. As my dad would say, my grandma put her foot in it. I ate far too much, but I didn’t eat lunch, so it balanced out. I watched The Day After Tomorrow when we got back. (It has been very much a movie weekend for me.) That was actually pretty cool. I have a tree-hugger streak, so environmental stuff doesn’t just fly over my head. It was so sad, though. The special effects really were awesome, and it was almost satisfying to see the government stuck with the consequences of their inaction. When a credible scientist tells you half the world is going to disappear, maybe you should listen.

Yesterday, I couldn’t get hold of Megan or Stephanie, so I just sat around and did homework. The stupid rugrats made me miss out on IHOP, but I finally got to make the scrambled egg sandwich I’ve been craving all semester. Then I watched X-Men 2. That was a cool movie, too. I wish Jean Gray hadn’t died, though. She has such cool hair.

I have some shopping to do today, then Greg and I are going to see Ray. This may be a movie record for me. I may not get to do my shopping, though, because the workmen’s truck is blocking me in. My parents are having a gas line run into our fireplace. It gets really cold down here; I guess they’re tired of the kerosene heater. I’m so upset, though, because there are about five square holes in the downstairs ceiling where they’re running the line. It looks horrible. The family room ceiling has this great swirly pattern, and now that’s ruined. I wouldn’t let anyone cut holes in my ceiling, not even if it kept me from being cold.

It’s weird being home. It’s so quiet, and I’m kind of lonely. I enjoy privacy as much as the next girl, but I’ve gotten used to seeing people all day. It’s comforting. I miss my dorm, highway noises, random drunk people, and all.

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I already answered this Friday Five, but I got caught up in other things and let them get erased from my LJ client, but they were good questions so I’m going to do them again.
1. If you were a shoe, what would you look like? Something small, comfortable, and not expensive. Like the sneakers I had last fall. They were cheap but really cute and not as bulky as my usual running shoes, which is why I wore them until they got a hole in the toe. They were white with navy blue stripes.
2. If you were a t-shirt, what would you say? I would love to find (in my size) a Happy Bunny shirt that says “Cute but psycho. Things even out.” The little bunny in the straight jacket is just perfect. That is totally me. That, or one I saw someone wearing (a while ago, but I saw another yesterday) that says, “I hear voices and they don’t like you.”
3. If your house caught on fire and was burning to the ground…what is the one thing you’d save and why? If the dorm was burning down, I’d grab my photo album. I love my computer, but it’s so bulky and I wouldn’t have time to pack her up while avoiding smoke and flames. If I was at home, I’d grab my old paper journals. They represent who I was all those years ago. I wouldn’t give up those memories for anything.
4. If you were a book…would you read yourself? Maybe. I love YA fiction because I can relate to it a lot, but my life isn’t interesting enough to carry a whole book.
5. If you could do anything at all (without consequences), what would you do? I’d ensure that I live the rest of my life perfectly content. That’s not selfish; to be perfectly content, I’d need a lot. My friends and family would all have to be content, too, capital punishment would be abolished, people would stop harming the environment so much, I’d have a career doing something I love that helps the world in some way, and everyone would work harder to avoid conflict and find a happy medium instead.

Also, earlier this week, there was a car idling outside that was playing a go-go version of Ashlee Simpson’s “Pieces of Me.” You can’t really get more random and unexpected than that.

Uh, yeah. So, last week. I had a geography exam on Monday. It didn’t feel quite as yucky as the last one. Turns out it wasn’t; we got them back in lecture yesterday and I got an 80. Even if he didn’t curve that to an A, I would still be pleased. I ran some numbers, and with one more quiz and the final to go, I think I can swing a final grade in the 80’s. Yay. At discussion on Friday, our regular TA was out (someone fell out of a window at her house or something like that), so we got one of the other TA’s — she was so much nicer! I didn’t feel nearly as close to falling asleep as I usually do in discussion.

Monday night, I went to do another psyc experiment. It was just surveys this time. I started getting suspicious when the gender section listed “transgender” as an option. I have never, ever seen that before. Once I got past the mundane questions, I realized they were studying people’s perception of and actions toward the GLBT community. I answered honestly, though. It’s nice to know that I’m helping someone due useful research. And, you know, I got more extra credit in the process.

After my experiment, I met Jenny at the Hoff for a sneak preview of Kinsey. My psyc teacher mentioned him way back at the beginning of the semester, and I’d only just found out the movie was being released (and protested), so I really wanted to go see it. Kinsey was basically the first scientist (he was actually a zoologist) to investigate sex. His studies and publications were incredibly controversial, but so interesting. It had never occurred to me that, in order for facts and statistics to be available, someone has to gather them. Liam Neeson played Kinsey, and Laura Linney played his wife; they were both really good. John Lithgow’s character was only really good when he was sermonizing (is that a word?). I’m glad I went, though, especially since it was free, and I got a free t-shirt. It says “Let’s talk about sex,” though, so I may have to not wear that one at home.

I had my last psyc exam on Tuesday. I did well on that one, too, which is good because I’m headed for an A in that class. Another yay. We’re starting social psychology now, which is so much cooler than the biological foundations were. We watched a video on Milgram’s obedience study: the subjects had to use electrical shock as a punishment for another person not learning word pairs correctly. The subjects didn’t know they weren’t really shocking a real person, but something like 60% kept going, “shocking” the other person even after he stopped protesting and responding. It’s scary what people will do without meaning to or even realizing that they’re doing it.

I’m getting a little bit better at signing. Not much, but now when we do the voice-off activity, Shannon (the president) breaks down spoken sentences into the ASL signs. For example, “Will you do homework (over Thanksgiving break)?” is signed “Do homework question-mark-wiggle”. Same meaning, just different structure.

On Thursday after my honors seminar, I went to the College of Education for walk-in advising. The woman there suggested that I get some experience working with older kids (and younger, while I’m at it) over winter break, so I’m going to volunteer at Courtney and Ryan’s schools. I went down the hall and had my major officially changed to Elementary Education, because it’s easier to switch out of that into Secondary than the other way around. I’m positive that I want one of those two, though, so I’m good.

Well, sort of. I had HH advising with Tanya midday Friday, and she says I’m on track program-wise. She suggested I take the Buffy class, as it’s called. It’s a seminar on screenplay writing using Buffy the Vampire Slayer as a model. I’m on the fence between that and the seminar on music, though. I might just stick with Buffy. I’m more passionate about writing than music, and though I’ve never written a screenplay, I haven’t played music in a year.

My schedule is still undecided, though. Not having a concrete major means I have to plan two ways, and choosing between them is proving a bit difficult. I’ll figure it out though; I don’t register until December 1.

Saturday night, I spontaneously went with ten other people from the hall to see Garden State at E Street Cinema. It wasn’t the best idea to be out late in DC, but there were ten people with me, we stayed as a group, and we went straight there and came straight back. At least we got straight back on the Metro; we made a 1am detour to IHOP on the way back to campus. The movie was fabulous, one of the best I’ve ever seen. The soundtrack was amazing, too. I’m totally in love with this movie. If you haven’t seen it, definitely go if you get a chance.

I spent most of the weekend researching for my psyc paper. It’s due in two weeks, so this is a good bit of progress. I didn’t have psyc lecture this morning, so I decided to blog before my honors seminar. Later this afternoon, I’ll work on this layout some more. I’m determined to get it just right.

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Another week to recap.

Saturday night, I went to see “A Play for Every Day” at the chapel. It was put on by a predominantly Jewish theater group, the Weekday Players (they don’t meet on the Sabbath, so Jewish people can do theater without it going against their religion.) I ran into Dan, Andy, Emily, and Andy’s friend, all from the hall, so it was nice to not be alone. The play was actually seven one-act plays, one for each day of the week (though they weren’t specific, like, one happened on Monday). I really enjoyed it. Chanan, from my HH class, was in two of them. In the last play, “Degas, C’est Moi”, he played a man who lived his day pretending to be Degas. He went to a museum and defended “his” work; he signed his unemployment paperwork as Degas. It was great.

I really don’t remember what I did on Sunday, but it was probably just homework. Stupid seventy pages of reading for ARHU.

On Tuesday, I originally had a psyc exam and an Honors essay due, but those both got canceled. In psyc, we watched Quiet Rage: The Stanford Prison Study. Let me just say, whoa. In the 70’s in California, a psyc researcher decided to build a mock prison in the basement of the psyc building and hold volunteer college students there. He wanted to study how people react to loss of privacy, arbitrary authority, and imprisonment. The study was supposed to last for two weeks, but they had to end it after six days because of what happened. Long story short, the prison became too real. The students selected to be guards became sadistic and cruel, and were genuinely upset when the experiment was cut off early. The prisoners showed signs of psychological trauma, with one breaking out in hives; they truly felt like they were in prison indefinitely. The professor got so caught up in it, not even he could see what was happening and how terrible and unethical the experiment was; his grad student and future wife had to point it out to him. Dozens of people visited the mock prison during those six days, and not one of them until that grad student said a word to stop it. Really, I wasn’t surprised. It reminded me of The Wave. People are crazy creatures.

Tuesday night, I went to see “The Trojan Women.” I had free ARHU tickets and a few hours to spare for some culture, so I went. I wound up going to that one with Sara, Alex, Alli, and Maggie, and we saw Chanan and Grace there. It was a really sad play of the story of the surviving women of Troy, including Hecuba and Hector’s wife Andromache. Very sad, but very well done. Worth my time. I love being across the street from CSPAC; there’s so much more incentive to go.

My story was up for discussion on Thursday. I was so nervous. My stories are like my children. I didn’t know if I was ready to let that one out into the world. The class took it really well, though. It was different from any of the stories we’d read up to then, which we all liked. It begs the question, though, would my story be as different-good if it was part of a group of stories of that vein? I got a lot of constructive comments to work with, too. The main element of my story wasn’t quite as clear as it should have been. I have until finals (the end of the semester is in sight – yay!) to revise it and resubmit it, but just to my teacher this time. I’m really proud of it.

Yesterday, I woke up to rain and cold. I could see how hard it was raining, and I was so tired. I should have stayed my lazy, breakfast-loving butt in bed. But I wanted breakfast too much to stay in bed. And I have never taken a personal holiday. So I got up, went out, and almost instantly regretted it. It was so cold, very windy, and rainy. I had to keep switching umbrella-holding hands so my fingers wouldn’t freeze. My socks started getting wet right away. I wear my running shoes all the time; they’re comfortable and pretty versatile, so usually that’s all I need. This particular pair sucks. I’ve had them since last fall, but I wore them so seldom at first that I thought I could get some more mileage out of them. The first time we had a really hard rain and I had to make my twenty-minute treks to class in those shoes, I discovered that they leak. Wet socks are my pet peeve.

I fought through geography discussion, then sat for the library in a hour, reading before lunch. After lunch, I went to math class. One of the reasons I wanted to stay in bed was because I kind of could. I did my geography presentation last week, and I predicted we’d only be going over the math stuff I’d read in the book. I was mostly right. Math was a total waste of time. We did have “reading check” question again in geography, though, so that made going worthwhile. Still. My time is important.

Yesterday evening, I went over to Greg’s house. We got McDonald’s on the way down (yum, but the fries were so much smaller than the dining hall fries, and therefore seemed unusually small), then rented movies at Blockbuster. We watched Two Can Play That Game first, which was Greg’s pick, and a pretty good movie. It got really late, and he didn’t want to drive home, so I was stuck there, which sucked. He fell asleep while we watched The Breakfast Club. I would have gone to sleep, too, but I wanted to watch that. It was a really good movie. I’ve always wanted to watch the Brat Pack 80’s classics, since I was either not born yet or much too young to have seen them while they were recent. I saw the “Breakfast Club” episode of Dawson’s Creek, so I was on the lookout for what they’d copied, and so much of it was there. I could see the moral coming, but the obviousness didn’t make it any less great.

I got back to UMD around 10:00 this morning. I was too awake to go back to sleep, which isn’t good because The Breakfast Club didn’t end until 3am. So I ironed and went to take a shower, only to find that we had no hot water. I cannot take cold showers. That much cold water makes it near-impossible for me to breathe, just like when I have wind blowing in my face. It was possibly the worst shower I have ever taken, including the flashlight shower during Hurricane Isabel. Later, I found out that my building, another in this community, and the Diner are all without hot water. It was styrofoam-and-plastic-only in the Diner. I hate using styrofoam, but you gotta eat. They still had trays out, though. I guess they can rinse those with cold water… which is kind of icky because you need hot water or steam to really get anything clean. I ate breakfast with Andrew, which was nice because not only did I have a yummy Testudo Belgian waffle, but I had someone to eat with.

Now I’m back, wasting time in which I should be doing homework… or researching the psyc paper that’s due in a few weeks. Ugh.

Friday Five
1) Realistically, where do you think you’ll be five years from now? What job will you be working, will you have family/friends/pets, where will you be living and how? I hope to be two years out of college by then, but at least one year (if it takes me five years to finish my degree(s), which I hope won’t happen). I want to start teaching as soon as I’m out of school. I hope I’ll have friends, because having no friends sucks. When I see adult friendships (Two Can Play That Game, orSex and the City, even though I’ve never actually seen the latter), I hope that my adult life will be like that. I don’t plan on having a family before I’m married, and I don’t want to marry until I’m secure (emotionally and financially) on my own enough to attempt that partnership. I used to think that I could never live with someone, but if I found someone like Jenny, I think I’d be happier.
2) Unrealistically, given a perfect life, where do you want to be five years from now? PerfectLife!Lindsay would only write. I would have as much time as I needed to write comfortably, with no other responsibilities. … Whoa. I want to be J.K. Rowling!
3) What’s the big barrier keeping number one and two separate and distinct, or is there one? Money. Like I read in my Stephen King book, On Writing (you knew it wasn’t going to be, like, The Shining), very few writers make a living by writing alone. My goal in life is to live like my parents, which means I’ll have to make some money instead of just writing all the time. It’d be lovely, but it’s just not realistic.
4) Utterly and completely abandoning realism, make up where you’ll be in five years. Alien abductions and portals to alternate universes are encouraged. AU!Lindsay… I don’t know, would have supernatural abilities, like stopping/stretching time, telekinesis, flight, mind control, and super strength.
5) Where did you believe you’d be now, five years ago? Pick a crucial event of the past five years and tell us where you�d be now if it had been different. I guess I thought I’d be here. I was just starting high school, so I still held onto the belief that we’d be moving back here (not even to any other state). I knew I’d be going to college, though not specifically UMD. I’m pretty happy with the way my life is unfolding, but there’s a lot more of it left.

EDIT: It’s now Sunday afternoon. Rather than tackling the rest of my weekend homework, I’ve been working on this new layout. I’m syncing everything else gradually, so don’t be surprised if some of the layouts haven’t changed to match this one. Comments are welcome, as always.

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