Monthly Archives: January, 2005

110703180249288607

Friday Five:

1. What blood group are you? … I actually don’t know. It only came up once (see next question), but then I didn’t need to know after that. I’m sure it’s in my records somewhere, and I imagine they could test it if necessary.
2. Do you give blood? Why/why not? I tried once. I was all set to go join a blood drive on campus, but I chickened out in the end. I also know surprisingly little about my own health, like my blood type. I remember having blood drawn … two years ago to check for cholesterol, diabetes, and anemia, but I never found out the results. I’d be embarrassed to admit that to someone at a drive.
3. Are you listed as an organ donor? Again, why/why not? I have the little icon on my driver’s license. That doesn’t really count, though. I hope my family would donate my organs if something happened to me. If I can’t use them anymore, someone else could benefit tremendously.
4. Would you donate an organ or other part of your body (e.g. bone marrow) while still alive? It depends. I read in Seventeen once about a girl who donated a kidney to her father. For family, I might do it, but I’d have to consider where I am in my life.
5. Would you consider leaving your body to medical science? Or maybe just parts of your body? No. That’s just too weird for me.

Not much has happened since Wednesday. On Thursday, I talked to the teacher for the honors seminar I’m waitlisting, and she said I could get in. When I checked in on Friday, I had moved up to 1 of 4 (instead of 4 of 4). Just now, it says I’m 1 of 3. Either way, I’ll have it sorted out before the end of Drop/Add.

Yesterday, I went to the bookstores after Astro (my only Friday class) to look for my Honors books. Neither of the stores had them. This worries me because we’re supposed to read A Room of One’s Own for Thursday. I found it online, but that leaves me without anything to refer to in class. I spent the rest of the day, well, sitting around. Without Greg, I really have nothing to do on weekends except study. I wandered online for a while, then studied, then watched Chasing Liberty (on my computer, since Joelle’s supplying the tv and it’s not here yet).

Today is shaping up to be another day full of nothing. I’ve been online for the few hours since I got back from breakfast. I had a Testudo waffle. I missed those so much. I was greatly disappointed to go home to a waffle-less house over break.

If anyone wants to do something tonight or tomorrow, my schedule is dismally clear.

Second Semester, First Day

I survived the first day of classes, but it didn’t go as smoothly as I hoped. Having been through this last semester, you think I’d have a better hold on it by now, but no. I got up early enough, but then I got on my computer to check my email before class. That’s usually an acceptable way to kill a few minutes (especially since it’s snow season, and that’s the only way I’d really know if the university was closed). This morning, I killed a few more minutes than I meant to kill.

I ran into Andrew and Scott at breakfast, which was nice. I will eat alone, and usually do, but it’s much nicer to have company. Monday/Wednesday lunches with Chris and Anita were lovely last semester. Killing those extra minutes meant I was only five minutes early to my first class of the day, Astronomy 100 at 9 A.M. (Yes, being five minutes early is practically late in Lindsay-land.) The class is actually in the same lecture hall we used to go to for the Maryland Invitational. (It’s still weird to refer to high school things as past-tense.) I get the feeling Astro is going to be like geography was last semester: boring beyond reason, but doable. If I can survive lab. It’s Tuesday evening, 7:30 to 9:30, out at the university AstroLab. They’re supposed to go over transportation at the first class meeting. Anyway, as soon as I glanced at the syllabus, I was disappointed. I though I’d found such a great deal on the book. Then I discovered today that I bought the wrong one: The Essential Cosmic Perspective instead of The Cosmic Perspective. One adjective threw me off, and I managed to buy it from the one store that doesn’t allow returns at all. I’m not at a loss for school-related money, so I think I’m just going to hold onto it and see if I can sell it back to the same store in May.

Random hilarious web quote: “Does anyone else think that Adam Duritz looks like a Rastafarian Dan Aykroyd?”

As I have been writing this entry for about two hours, I am now going to continue.

After Astro, I came back up to my dorm. I left again around 11:30, then ate far too much at South Campus before English 294 at 12:30. It’s a workshop on creative writing (poetry and fiction). Our teacher is working on an MFA in Poetry, and I could tell by her overview of the class that she favors poetry. All the fiction presentations were taken, so I got stuck with poetry. She said that we fiction-lovers could ask her for help, which I will totally be doing. The last poem I presented was “Hope is the thing with feathers” (Emily Dickinson, master of Writing Hundreds of Untitled Poems So People Have to Use the First Line as a Title). I liked that one right away, so it was easier to work with. And that presentation didn’t count for 20% of my grade in a class that already seems biased against me. Maybe I can write something excellent to impress her later in the semester. Maybe I’ll solicit the teacher from my honors seminar last semester. Or Tanya.

That class ended early, so I went along to Woods Hall. Like I was telling Alex last night, I prefer being ridiculously early to being late. I wandered around the building before I finally just sat on a bench. I looked crazier than I usually do. I decided to go into the Women’s Studies classroom to read there instead of in the hall, only to be told the class was relocated next door. I trekked over with a few of my new classmates. A TA followed us to tell us they decided to go back to the original room for the day. (Their reason: Latecomers might get confused. Yeah, because latecomers won’t be able to read the clearly posted sign you put up before you told us to move.) So, we went back. The room filled up and eventually overflowed. We had roughly 40 people in a room with 28 desks. It was a tiny room, and the window wouldn’t stay open, so everyone was dying. The teacher seems like a really nice woman. I was talking to… Sam, I think, and I told him my Theory of Old People. Old people are either really nice or really mean. Once you’ve lived that long, you’re not allowed to be nice sometimes and mean sometimes, or even a combo of the two. You have to pick one. We watched a video about feminism in the recording industry. It was cool. And I recognized Chrissie Hynde ’cause she was on Friends. “Stephanie knows all the chords!”

To end this incredibly long entry, I spent the rest of the day where I am now, at the computer. Like I was telling Joelle (my new roommate)(everything today seems to be something I told someone….), I feel lazy. I need some studying to do. I could conceivably be reading for Astro on Friday, but… maybe I’m not as sick of not having work as I thought I was.

This Week’s Friday Five Is Odd

Super LJ icon: A picture of Nemo. “Just tell Nemo you couldn’t find him because you were out getting high. Nemo. My anti-drug.” Hilarious.

This week’s Friday Five is odd. I’m not going to answer them. The… bad-ness of this week’s questions made me submit my own.

Thanks to all of you that commented. My stats are still unusually high, but I’m not complaining unless I get stalked (knock on wood).

I’m not a big linker, but this story is so incredible, my jaw dropped. Can you imagine winning a black- and canary-encrusted beetle with blue tanzanite in its jaw? Yeah, it’s a bug, but that would be the most beautiful bug I’ve ever seen.

Let’s see. I attempted to go deposit some checks at the bank on Wednesday. I got there about five minutes after the bank closed, so I just went home. As I was driving, I heard this rumbling noise, so I pulled over to discover a flat tire. I blame the shopping center parking lot. I had to drive home very slowly with my emergency flashers on. My dad replaced my spare and had the tires rotated for me so I could take Ryan to basketball practice last night.

I plan to move back to campus on Monday. I called my new roommate, Joelle. (Two J-named roommates. I’m bound to call her by the wrong name at some point, unfortunately.) I was thinking earlier and realized how few things I managed to get done lately. I did some things. I also managed to clean out my closet. I have about half now of what I did before, though I didn’t take into account anything I left at school. I felt so spoiled having all those clothes that I haven’t worn in years, including some I may not have ever worn. About half of my discards went straight to Courtney or in drawers for when she grows into them, and the rest were donated to charity. That part made me feel better about being clothing-spoiled, if that makes any sense.

But back to the point. I read a few books, which was nice. I had so little time to read all semester. I was reading non-fiction this time, but only because I was deeply interested in the subject. (Having a bit of a religious crisis. Not the best timing, with Ash Wednesday in two and a half weeks.) But I didn’t write anything. Not even a poem, though I rarely write poetry anyway. I feel so unaccomplished.

It is extremely cold. I doubt my family will ever get DSL, which is so unfair. I never managed to convince them before I left, and now that I’m gone for months at a time, they’re less… urged. Before, I was disappointed, but I dealt. I didn’t know any better. Now, that awful dialing-up screech makes me literally cringe. But since we don’t have DSL, our Internet can’t be wireless, which leaves me in the computer room with only a little ancient heater to keep me warm. I think typing is the only thing keeping my fingers from freezing.

It’s snowing a lot outside, which keeps me from going back to the bank (and totally avoiding that part of the parking lot that flattened my tire) and Wal-Mart. It’s so much harder to shop at school. Maybe this will be an incentive to get out more. I already have to trek down to Route 1 to pick up books in this snowy, cold mess next week. Maybe I can talk my dad into driving me.

I’m looking forward to getting back to my floor. Not that I love taking a shower with shoes on, or random people seeing my hair post-blow dry (it’s not pretty), but I miss the atmosphere. I get lonely sitting around at home. It’s so creepy, I started leaving on my radio when I wasn’t watching tv, just for background noise. But I’ll have a new roommate to get used to, and a whole pile of new schoolwork. At least it won’t be so eerily quiet.

110574098774084231

Friday Five:
1) What is one thing about you that you hate? Only one? No, kidding. My total failure at decision-making. It takes me forever to finally make a decision about anything, but when I finally do, I stick to it. When I find myself pondering over trivial, minor things, I use the alphabet method: the one that comes first alphabetically is the one I choose.
2) What is one thing about you that you love? My patience. It bothers people sometimes, how I can be so patient about things, even when I have every right to be impatient. I believe in choosing my battles, and sometimes the battle isn’t worth fighting.
3) If you had to change one thing about you what would it be and why? I’d like to be a better decision-maker, but more than that, I want to have opinions. Most of my opinions aren’t original. I read or hear something, and think, “That sounds like a good idea,” then latch onto it as if it were my own. Very little of what I think actually comes from my own heart and mind. I have such trouble in big discussions. A discussion is a venue for the opinionated. I’m not opinionated, so I just kind of sit back and observe. It sucks sometimes.
4) One is one word that you would use to define yourself? “Girl”. I know, most descriptive words are adjectives, but that’s the only thing about me that is always true. I can’t say “smart”, because sometimes I feel (and act!) like the world’s biggest idiot. I can’t say “nice”, because though I try to be generally nice, I lapse. I’m human. I can’t say “Lindsay”, because that’s just a crappy choice. No matter what decisions I make or how I behave, more than anything else, I’m a girl. And (most of the time) I love it.
5) Imagine what you would look like in a perfect world.. what do you look like? Oh, these were supposed to be appearance-related. Huh. Okay. In a perfect world, my hair has shape, and it’s sleek. I like the way I look without glasses. My feet aren’t so long and bony. And my tummy rolls are nonexistent. Other than that, I’m okay with the way I look. Well, I mean, I’m okay with it now, but it could be better.

I finished my trips back to high school this week. Greg and I went to see Ms. Sim and Adkins on Monday, then we went back to see Mr. T on Wednesday. I played one-on-one with the current It’s Ac team. I totally won. The team doesn’t have the same spirit it did when I was there. We always seemed so much more into it than they are. Mr. T hasn’t even chosen a tv team yet. They tape next month. I’ll have to watch for that game.

I have no idea what I did on Tuesday. I really need to blog more often, even if they’re just entries for myself.

Yesterday, my dad took me to lunch at IHOP. I didn’t get breakfast food. I probably should have, because my regular lunch food wasn’t that great. I do love those pancakes.

My life isn’t really as empty as it sounds. I do stuff. I watch a lot of tv, but I also get things done. I’ve been comparison shopping for books for this semester, but until my schedule is finalized, I won’t know for sure about my last class.

I take that last line back. I haven’t really done much. Not that my life was ever jam-packed with exhilarating events, but you know.

Oh, and my sitemeter reports make it seem like a lot more people read my blog than ever comment. Do me a favor — if you read this, leave a comment. If you don’t have anything to say, something like “I read” will be fine. Thanks.

I Get Distracted Quite Easily

I get sidetracked quite easily. I wound up browsing the articles on eHow for a while today. In “How to Read a Short Story,” I found this gem: ” Expect a dramatic, surprising or even odd twist at the end of the story – you will have been set up for it quite carefully.” So true.

Friday Five from last week because I missed it:
1. How often do you cook at home? Not very, considering I don’t live here most of the time anymore. When I’m on break (like now), my mom will usually stick me with her night when she doesn’t feel like it. That’s when we have breakfast-for-dinner or Pasta Bake.
2. How did you learn how to cook? My mom taught me. And I am very good at following directions. I can’t make much, though. Definitely nothing fancy.
3. What is a meal that has special meaning to you? None, really.
4. What is the last meal you cooked? It was so long ago, I can’t even remember. I turned off the oven and rice cooker earlier this week for my dad, though; does that count?
5. What is your least favorite thing to cook? I have yet to cook anything I don’t like to eat. Why bother? That way, when I cook, it tastes better because I made it myself.

And from yesterday because I missed that one, too:
1. What is the first book you remember reading? That’s a hard question. According to parental lore, I taught myself to read by describing the pictures and eventually matching them to the words. I have a vivid picture of a Looney Tunes book, though I think that one was just the one I was reading when a hornet stung my hand. I also remember a picture book of the “See Spot Run” variety that, according my grandmother, I read so much that I committed it to memory.
2. What is your favorite book? Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland, followed closely by Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
3. Who is your favorite author? I like what little Sarah Dessen I’ve read. Also, Lois Lowry, Meg Cabot, Cynthia Voigt, and E.L. Konigsburg. And of course J.K. Rowling. I don’t have just one favorite.
4. Pick up the nearest book (magazine or any available printed material will do). Turn to page 24 (or the closest to it). Go to the 7th line. What is it?Arab(2). adj: of or relating to the Arabs: Arabian.” It figures that I’d just have an elementary dictionary for a question that could have had a much more interesting answer. Boo.
5. If you could be any character in literature, who would you be? Hermione would be nice. Or maybe Mia, from the Princess Diaries, depending on how she turns out when she’s older. In serious literature, um, Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)?

I went to Paul’s New Year’s Eve party. I wasn’t really excited about it, but I complain about how I never get out. I wasn’t going to go at first, but Greg offered me a ride. He drove me, David, Megan, and Stephanie. I accidentally missed the turn down to my grandma’s neighborhood (which is the same as Paul’s; he lives down the street), but we got there. The party was the usual sit-around type. We watched South Park, then MTV to see the ball drop and watch Green Day with Snoop Dogg, then parts of movies. I got home around 3:15 A.M. That might be a new record; I don’t remember when I got back to the dorm from The Princess Bride.

I haven’t done much this week. I’m not sure how to approach my walk-in advising plan to spend some time with older school-age kids. My ideal at this point would be to shadow a teacher, but how? It’d feel so awkward to just call a random middle school English teacher to ask if I can sit in on her class. I don’t know if that’s even allowed. I have to do “something constructive” over break, though. I can only sit around so much.

My dad had his retirement ceremony on Wednesday, after 23 years in the Air Force. It was weird, being on the other side. For once, I was at a ceremony that had absolutely nothing to do with me. It’s like my dad’s going to my piano recitals and such. I just attended. I was proud when I heard all the nice things people said in the receiving line. (The rest of us had to stand in that line, too, though I felt so out of place. No one had anything to say to me. I could just as well have been the podium behind me.) We went out for lunch afterwards, but it was Red Lobster, so I mostly just enjoyed the bread.

On Thursday, Greg and I went back to high school to visit. We saw Mr. Harrison first — it turns out that his daughter is K.T. Harris from one of my favorite radio stations! We said hi to Dr. J, then waited until the bell rang and chatted with Ms. Anderson until she left. I’ll have to go back next week to see Ms. Sim and Adkins. I had a lovely time talking to Ms. Anderson. I think she saw my relationship with Greg happening. She seemed surprised and upset that we aren’t together anymore. Our relationship is unusual, but then again, it kind of always has been.

Yesterday, I went to see my piano teacher. She left the Youth Center on Andrews completely, and her new studio is going well. All the piles have reformed on her desk, though. I did what I could. Then I went to deposit a check, buy some hair grease, and look for some boots. I don’t think the ones I got are going to work, though, so I’ll have to keep shopping.

And today… well, I didn’t really do anything. My mom, Courtney, and I went to Ledo Pizza for dinner, which was yummy. I’ve been reading a lot lately. I have some things to work out. Some major thinking to do. Gotta take advantage of this time while I have it.

© 2002–2017. Powered by WordPress & Romangie Theme.