Smallhouse Log

Monday

  1. Conveying: Grape Blow-Pop (It's too strong for me to feel anything else)
  2. The Saying: "I don't need no gravity, I'm from Texas!" - Blake, 10/10
  3. When Praying: Matt, especially; Beth; Amanda; Sophie, especially; Lisa; Zarya; and myself, for all the usuals
  4. Betraying: Amanda; some person on AIM

Get this:

Hi, everyone in J101 sec.3
I didn't put the Dictation quiz dates on the schedule. Dictation of L.3 is going to be on Wednesday,Oct.16th.and dictation of L.4 is on Fri. Oct.18.
Have a good day.
Meguro

It wouldn't rile me so much -she's doen this before, and on less notice, too- if it weren't for the "Have a good day." tacked on the end.

I really have no solid idea of who this person is. I think it's probably a friend of Lisa's, if not Lisa herself. Ah, the thrills of stalker-hood.

Thursday

  1. Portraying: Psychevore
  2. Conveying: Happiness
  3. Now Playing: "Sincerely, Me" - New Found Glory
  4. The Saying: "TV say donuts will make you fat / Found a hobo in my room / It's Princess Leia / The yodel of life / Give me my sweater back / Or I'll play my guitar" - If I remembered what it was called, I'd tell you
  5. When Praying: Beth, Amanda, Matt, Evil Paul, Zarya, and myself

Man, one can make a lot of money as a test subject. One can also easily spend all of that money at Walgreens half an hour later buying things like batteries and a disposable camera. Yeah. And that quote above is from some weird flash file off some sight that Aaron showed me. It's hilarious. It's in Japanese, and whoever made the file put that in along with the music, since it almost sounds like that's what's being said.

Speaking of Japanese, I think I'm finally getting the hang of this 'studying' thing. It makes taking those vocabulary and dictation test a monkey-lot easier. That reminds me, I need to write Dylan an email. And I think I might've been planning to sleep sometime this afternoon.... if I start soon, I could get four hours in before the bible study. Hmm.

Keeping on the subject of quota-filling, there's no way I'm going to use all these meal points. Flex dollars, probably, but those meals are 'tricky'. Gah. Who would've thought I'd ever complain about too much food? And, hey, running up seven flights of stairs every day is really keeping me in shape. I don't think I'm eating enough vegetables, though. But you know what's cool? The lunchladies already know exactly what kind of sandwich I want. Maybe that's because I have tuna salad with swiss on wheat every day.... yeah. I like tuna salad sandwiches. Especially with extra toppings, like pepperoni pizza, onions, celery, picante sauce, tomatos, and lettuce. Mmm, yeah.

I'm still a faithful member of the TOCC, and so is Beth. I can't remember if I've ever mentioned her in here before, but she has become my best friend so far. She lives across the hall and has the best (student) room on the floor, made better by the fact that her fourth-year roommate is paying to keep it a double, but only is there half the time. Plus there's free cable, a nice-sized kitchen, and a view of the lake. Thus, I tend to hang out over there a lot, especially when Eric's posse and/or harem is hanging out in my room. I wonder if they've left yet? I think I'll stop typing, go up and check. See ya'll later.

after Friday

M~~: you make me so mad sometimes
A~~: imagen four days of me dodging questions
A~~: your gonna kill me
M~~: not if i tie you down to my bed and not let you up until you answer me everything
M~~: wait, that came out wrong
M~~: i know what you're thinking, that's not what i ment
M~~: are you laughing?

I was laughing. No, that's not me. And, yes, I could be killed for what I've done. I just watched a beautiful movie, and I want stuff like this, random and carefree and dark. Give me a night in Sioux Falls, give me a rock show, give me the end of a party. Give me everything I've ever dreamed of condensed into one person, one dark-haired girl with a dead moon off her eyes and lips that curl so softly. Give me anything that can't be bought, counted, or labeled "Made in the USA". I want her. Not Vanessa, not Lisa, not Karly, not Amanda, but the best parts of all of them, the perfect woman, the ideal: Night coalesced into soft, warm skin to touch my arms. If this weren't prose, it would be poetry.

Friday

  1. Conveying: Borderline boredom
  2. The Saying: "It's insanitary to live in a breadbasket." -Courtney, 10/03
  3. Displaying: A Song of Seven Locks
  4. When Praying: The usual

Man, there is crazy-style air pressure outside. I have to have the windows open, otherwise they make funny noises, but when they're open, all the doors blow closed, things are blown off the walls, and feathers fly all over the hall. It's crazy. There's new poetry up, including the one mentioned above, which I happen to really like. Anyone feel inclined to comment?

The University of Chicago: Where even the drunks use words like 'epitimy' and the squirrels can smell your fear.

Ninja! Vanish!

I still count it as Wednesday

  1. Conveying: Tiredness
  2. Displaying: Fishbein House webpage, made by me. Quite crude, I know.
  3. When Praying: That I find a sleeping schedule that works; that I get a (free) copy of '98 soon; Amanda; Matt and Paul; Everyone who's hitting the bars tonight

Obviously, I can now update. RightFTP is small enough to fit on a floppy, so I can carry it around and up/download whenever I'm by a computer. Cool, neh? Well, I've got a Japanese quiz tomorrow morning, so I'll be going soon. I hope to have some of the email-style updates from the crossover period up in a while. If you're reading this, I probably love you; good night!

After the first day of classes

  1. Portraying: Single
  2. Conveying: Confused contentment
  3. Now Playing: "Night After Night" - Sidewalk Slam
  4. When Praying: Amanda; Paul; Matt; Me; Everyone else up here, especially Beth

I was told Saturday night, by a drunken Beth, that I am the epitomy of the guy one only likes as a friend. Which is really cool, because that's the same way I feel about her, and also because U of Chicago is probably the only place where the drunks use words like "epitomy". The drinking in itself is not cool, though. Nor the pot-smoking that I suspect is going on. On Saturday, I tried to take care of people a little bit. One can learn a lot about people when they're drunk, though. Alex was a mopey drunk, because his girlfriend of four years had dumped him two weeks before, whenshe went to college, and it was his birthday the next day. His moods swung in three directions: depression to the point of tears, hyperactive/giggly, and calmly acting like an idiot/generally making a joke of himself. Rob puked in the sink after a drink and a half. Beth confided in me that she has a really big crush on Striker John, but doesn't want him to know because they had both agreed that dating within the house (aka. 'housecest') was bad. It was messed up, and by five AM, I was really tired.

I'm still dealing with Amanda's dumping me. I've taken her picture down, and I've got my directory open to the page with Megan Wachspress on it, but I still write her emails, and, well, I still love her. Not in the same way, perhaps.... but perhaps I do. Drunks aren't the only ones that can make confessions; I'm not over her yet, and I know I shouldn't be going out with anyone else yet. Nor should I (I had a coversation with the Lord about this earlier today) fall into the ways of the world around me and be drooling all over when I see girls with low-cut tops. And there are a lot of them. I mean, I know it's hot raight now, but must you dress in such a manner?

Other points of note: Wrote some poems. Was encouraged by a busker to keep practicing my pennywhistle and "keep the music alive". Am on a monkey-lot of mailing lists for RSOs, and it's now ten past three, so I have no qualms about going to sleep now.

Did I mention the fact that I had to memorise fifteen Hiragana characters today for Japanese class? And that it was only the first day?

Wednesday

  1. Conveying: Perkiness
  2. The Saying: "We're gonna destroy the town. We'll walk in large groups and talk lots of trash." - Michael Plascencia, pd
  3. When Praying: Amanda - she's going through hard times; Paul; Everyone up here

I'm posting this to LJ because Smallhouse is inaccessable until I get my computer hooked up to the network, which involves buying the Windows 98 upgrade, and first I need to be sure I have enough cash for textbooks.

College is the bomb. No, really. U of Chicago is, anyway. I'm going to be taking Japanese. The bomb!

Yeah, and Amanda broke up with me. We're still friends, and she's still coming down for Thanksgiving, but we're now both single. I have mixed feelings. I mean, on the one hand, I was really slipping up how committed I was to her, but on the other, I know -have known for many weeks- that I am in no way mature enough for a serious relationship like what Amanda and I were trying to have. I still love her, but.... yeah. I'm sure any number of people know how this goes.

Well, I have textbooks to buy. So long, soliloquers.