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I want to buy a casket to sleep in. For the lolz. How does one spell that anyway? lolz? lulz? something.
If I am murdered, the person screaming "I'm putting the internet out of its misery" behind me did it.
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So, the Westboro Baptist Church is coming to Rutgers next Wednesday. They are protesting tolerance at the school, specifically the presence of Jewish students (since they plan to protest at Hillel, although they also oppose homosexuals, Muslims, other denominations of Christians, and possibly even black Baptists, or so I've heard). I'm probably going to be there. Or something. Wearing rainbow ribbons if I can get them. Along with half of gamma, and a bunch of people from biglaru, and *a lot* of other Jewish students. I'm saddened by the likelihood that I will be counterprotesting against children (whom the Westboro Baptist Church frequent bring to protests). Those people make me want to cry.
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So today I was the designated driver so both of my parents could have wine at my grandparents' house today. That was amusing, especially since both of my parents had approximately half a glass of wine and were well under the legal limit to drive. I am now responsible enough to be a designated driver! I am not responsible enough to work as a grader however (my sister is taking calc now, and I fail at explaining this stuff to her and being useful, I also fail at figuring out when/if I even get money).
The reason I'm here tonight, however, is to report on the Livingston dining hall's (it's called Tillett) attempt at "gourmet dining". It was actually pretty good. Especially the dessert. (Dear god, the dessert, I had the chocolate raspberry mousse, which I can't spell. It was amazing. The other dessert was a coconut thing, it was also pretty good, which I know because I stole some from my boy.) Except for the fact that there was too much lemon (by a lot) on the lemon chicken, the meal was actually pretty amazing. If anyone from the dining hall is reading, I strongly recommend that you guys do this again. And again. And again. Never stop.
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The other day, my boy and I were on a long bus ride, and he asked me about my plan for the future, not that he cares, since he's leaving in two months and never seeing me again. Anyway, my response was basically, "What plans? I don't even know what I'm going to major in!" So the next day my sleep-deprived and depressingly sober self decided that the best way to make myself feel better would be to declare a major. So, according to the internets I'm a math major with a stat minor. Please kill me now.
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I require advice from someone familiar with some of the following authors: Kingsley Amis, Graham Greene, J. G. Ballard, Richard Matheson, P. G. Wodehouse.
Specifically, which of their books do you recommend and which are more science fictiony?
My reasons: someone handed me a list of authors and told me to buy books for him. The jerk. (not really, well the first part yes, but not the jerk part)
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Brandon is being all avoidy, which is to be expected. I've always known he wasn't interested. I'm still disappointed, though.
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So I've been feeling lonely and abandoned the past few days. It seems as if Ashley is still rather upset over my unwise actions after initiation, I don't really have any friends at Rutgers, my floor (unlike floor 3, where I lived last year) is a quiet and deserted place. Then, I got recruited for recruiting new members by Eric again (yesterday he made me hand out fliers). So I was basically forced to sit around while Eric and Nate smoked hookah and talked to frosh (oh horrors. seriously, Eric has to realize that I have no people skills and will only scare people off). Katie and Becca showed up and Katie invited me to a bonfire at her place tonight. And Nate is willing to talk to me, which means that Ashley is the only one really mad at me. So, college is looking up. I still have sibs who don't mind hanging out with me, and I'm going to a bonfire tonight! Class tomorrow is at 1:40, so I'm pretty happy. Tonight is going to be nice. Can't wait to see Chelsea. Also, college dining hall dessert is very enjoyable. I have to get to class!
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One of my favorite things about the summer is sleeping with the windows open. In Princeton, this means that I get to go to bed to the quiet buzzing of insects and walk up to birdsong. When it rains, I hear every drop falling on the roof, and the smell of freshness floats in through the windows. Tomorrow night, I will (hopefully) go to bed in New Brunswick. That means that I will need to close the windows and blinds most of the time, since I'll be living on the first floor, and the noise of my fellow students will be overwhelming even if I ignore the safety concerns of having anyone be able to enter my room through the window. However, while it is still warm, if I open my windows in the middle of the night, every hour I'll hear the train whistle. I've been waiting for that sound the whole summer.
Also, the detect function still doesn't work. I haven't moved my computer, yet it is giving me a different city that I have never heard of.
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I'm not ready to be a grownup. I can't handle a real job. Also, I have no motivation and no life, as evidenced by the fact that I have yet to start the five page paper due tomorrow, but all I've done the past few days is look at random things on the internet. But now I know that the a significant proportion of the firefly cast is coming to dollhouse! (they already had that guy who plays Wash or something, and now Summer Glau is joining season 2)
So tired. So useless...
On the bright side, I've looked into several Rutgers-subsidized activities. Apparently, I can get ballet tickets for half the price (which could be as low as $16). So, at least part of the job is going to play for me going to see a Moscow company perform Swan Lake and a few American contemporary dance groups in the spring. I have no life.
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People, if I ever annoyed you on AIM, at least I didn't complain about Asimov's inability to transform an amazing short story into a readable novel while half asleep. So sleepy... Must stop annoying people who are still online. If you are one of the people I removed from my friend's list on gchat so I wouldn't bother you when I was not myself (or, more accurately, more myself than usual, in annoying ways), consider yourself blessed.
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We're repainting our room today. Years of watching Gilmore Girls finally paid off when I tried to unscrew all the light switches and had to remember whether left or right unscrews things.
Actually, I think we've abandoned painting our room in the hopes that we get around to it eventually. So now our room has random blue splotches (note to self: never let my sister choose paint ever again).
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So, as further evidence that the universe hates me, I'm stranded in Stockholm with no money for 18 hours until my flight back. Apparently, losing my ATM card was a really bad idea. Also, because of the long stopover, the two flights counted as separate flights, rather than a transfer, so they tried to hold me the Stockholm weight restriction, which was 10 kg under what my baggage actually weighed. They tried to fine me 110 euros, but I had no money and started crying. Basically, worst flight ever. Also, I am spending tonight sleeping in the airport like the homeless bum that I am. I get to turn 19 while homeless. Peoples, buy me lots and lots of drugs to forget this nightmare with. So, bye, and hope y'all are happy. If I survive, hopefully, the next time I communicate with you, I will be 19 and in the USA!
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No really people I need hot water now I'm going to die.
Also, I'm about to have nutella for dinner before doing back to bed. I feel horrible. I think I may be sick. My head hurts.
I don't think it's worth it to get up in the morning anymore.
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( citywide party - Piter definitely knows how to throw them )
Edit: and I didn't wake up until 6PM, which is going to completely destroy my sleep cycle. Now, I really want to shower but we only have cold water. I'm still not up for actually editing the above to make sense. Summary: it was interesting, but much too tiring and I need to buy food because all I have is buckwheat, salami and cherry jam. Also, tea bags but no clean drinking water. Mostly, I need bread, fruit, veggies and snacks.
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Last night, we went on a citywide bus tour at nights. So, not only have I seen most of the really important buildings, but I've seen the city lit up (for the 1 hour of darkness) and I've seen the bridges go up. I still need to take a canal ride at night, though. There is a citywide celebration tonight (for high school graduates, all of whom graduate tonight) and some sort of concert and fireworks, but I doubt that I'll go.
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Once again, I am at the internet cafe. Of course, this time it's 10 at night, so I'm pretty worried about walking back, especially since I may not make the curfew, and risk getting locked out. Classes start tomorrow. I spent the day (note: we all got up around 2 or so and then spent several hours drinking tea + hot chocolate b/c of jetlag) reading about Russian history for the history class, and I still find history dull. For the record.
The white nights are annoying. Horribly so. I am having a lot of trouble sleeping, possibly because it starts to get dark at 11, is still twilight at 2, and the sun starts coming up again by 4.
My roommates spent today making fun of me because of my decision to eat rye bread, kolbasa, a boiled beet, and an apple for lunch, despite everything I said about "cultural athenticity" (however, they did not make any comments about the mineral water, which is currently saving me from stomach aches and stuff). My response to this is something along the lines of, "this is how I eat at home" (although my true feelings are closer to "Let she who does not eat cold cereal for lunch cast the first insult". I had a partially warm, healthy lunch. Sort of). The stove takes forever to warm up, so that it takes over an hour to make tea, so I will be eating out every day, unfortunately, but it is possible to get decent food for less than $10, even at restaurants, if you go to the right place. Which is good because takeout doesn't seem to be a real possibility, and neither is cooking (although I will be consuming lots of tea w/ cookies and chocolate, fresh fruits, boiled vegetables, and porridge, if I'm not too lazy). I bought aluminum foil, so hopefully I will be able to bake potatoes, and I have stuff to make porridge with. There's a nice booth that sells fruits and vegetables on my way from the subway station to the place I live. Now, I just need to find a reasonable bakery.
I am not looking forward to classes, but they start tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll get to see more of the actual city, but probably not till next weekend, when I'm less jetlagged, because classes will probably run late, and museums worth going to close at 5. Also, there is that rather unfortunate curfew (11PM, which means that I need to be back on the island by 10:30 so I have time to get from the subway to the dorm).
I doubt I will need to worry about culture shock at least. Boston felt more foreign that St. Petersburg does (no joke). I find the city completely undaunting, as demonstrated by my braving the streets in the evening simply to type these words. Even though I do have trouble communicating, I still understand enough that I can get around, ask for directions, and order things quite easily. It's rather boring, in a way. I miss creature comforts of course, like reasonable pillows, darkness at night, stove that works, etc. Mostly, I miss the internet. I wish I didn't live on Vasilevskiy island, becaus it is impossible to see much of the city and still get back to the dorm. We are far away from all tourist sights, and even Nevskiy prospect is difficult to see much of, because of the difficulty of getting back by curfew if we leave after class.
I'll try to see the sights next weekend, anyway. We'll see. I hope I'll be able to get up in time for class tomorrow.
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nightmares. bad.
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