Monthly Archives: November, 2004

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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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Friday Five
1. What was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you? Back in the eighth grade, at a school dance, my half-British friend Kaicee was having a rough night. Her boyfriend had cheated on her and shown up at the dance with the other girl, so Kaicee was a wreck. I was trying to console her as she cried, and I said the usual, “I understand” line. She replied, “No, you don’t. You don’t understand, because you’re strong.” I’ve never forgotten that.
2. What was the meanest thing anyone has ever said to you? Also in eighth grade (or maybe seventh), I wouldn’t help this guy, Jonathan, by telling him the answers to a Spanish assignment. I’d taken Spanish the year before, so I still remembered enough to help him, but I just didn’t feel like it. He called me a b*tch, which really hurt because I was usually nice to him, like to everyone else. It was uncalled for.
3. At times, lots of people never tell us what they are really thinking. Who is the one person that you would really like to know what they are thinking (as far as how they feel about you), and why? I’d say Courtney. I started having a rough time emotionally (a time that’s never really ended) when I was about her age. I didn’t have an older sister, though. As hers, I kind of want to know how she feels about me. Just, if she’s doing okay.
4. What was the nicest thing you have ever said to anyone? I have no idea. I try to be nice to people in general. When I’m having a crappy day (which is more often than not), I try to avoid people and situations I know will set me off. No one should deal with me unless they have to when I’m like that.
5. What was the meanest thing you have ever said to anyone? Just like I generally try to be nice, I try not to be mean. I’ve said some stupid things to Greg, though. And in… eighth grade (I remember my time in Germany really well), I couldn’t quite handle sarcasm and started making kind of nasty comments. I didn’t mean to, though, and when Kaicee pointed it out to me, I stopped.

Last Saturday, Greg had a Halloween party. I dressed as a fairy. I was really cold, but it was fun. I played some Lindsay-style DDR, by which I mean it was on light and I still couldn’t handle it. Stupid syncopation. They (Greg, David, Ian, Lara, and two of Lara’s friends) played video games for a while, then Magic, then we watched Ghostbusters.

School was… well, school. ARHU on Monday was interesting. We have such agonizingly long readings for that class. I put off last week’s reading until Monday, so I read about nine pages of twenty-five before class. It’s been a long time since I’ve done any schoolwork halfway, but I can only do so much.

Tuesday, I met with Marisa to discuss our geography presentation. I also started writing my short story for my Honors seminar. Then I did laundry.

I managed to finish my Honors story on time. I had this brilliant idea kind of walk up to me, which is unusual but very much appreciated. I can’t tell you what it is yet, though. I turned it in on Thursday. The rest of the class will get copies of it, possibly next week, and then we’ll discuss it. I have until the end of the semester to submit revisions after the discussion, but I don’t have to share the rewrite. I was really encouraged. I wrote the whole thing in one night, even though I wound up scrapping one scene, rewriting another twice, putting a whole new scene in there, and changing the POV. Jenny read it, though, and she liked it. I hope the class likes it. I’ve never written anything like this, though, so I’m jumping into uncharted waters here.

Thursday morning, psyc had optional attendance. My professor told us we could either come to class to discuss our papers, or work on them outside of class. I didn’t go. Instead, I went to do an extra-credit psyc experiment. I was actually late, and it was raining a lot that day. By the time I got to the right room in the building, my socks were wet for the second time that morning, I was out of breath, and I was just upset. The experiment was painless, though. I just followed along on the computer and answered the questions. I’m supposed to get a debriefing email at some point, though, so I’ll share more then.

Yesterday, I got up on time and got to geography early. Once I sat down, I realized that I’d managed to leave without my book for that class — and my notes for the presentation. I had to quickly copy some info from my partner’s notes and just wing it. I think I did okay, though. Our TA was late, so the class was about to write her a note and just leave, but she showed up (sick) and they stuck around. I hope it turns out okay.

After classes, I took the Metro to go see The Incredibles. It was a really good movie. After Nemo, I expect only the best from Pixar, and this movie did not disappoint me. It’s definitely worth seeing. Watch closely and see how many references to other superhero universes you can pick up. It was, as The Diamondback put it, “freakin’ incredible.”

Not much planned for today. Homework. Jenny’s cousin is coming to sleep over tonight. I think I’m going to go see a free play at the Chapel this evening.

Yep. The story of my life.

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