The Extensive Opinions of a Marshmallow

NIGHTMARE WEEK

2009-11-08T16:35:54Z

Apparently this is weird dream week. Yesterday I woke up in the middle of the night in a panic. I had a (now very fuzzy dream) about something that was a mix of a zombie apocalypse and vampires overtaking the earth. The dream ended with a women who was Turning (and thus temporarily weakened) being brutally beaten by her crazed husband and having her limp, bloody body through off a balcony of a theater (and caught by the people below, who were appalled). I like to think that she survived. And then went back and cut him to pieces. Anyway, that dream really not that unusual. That image at the end sort of makes you wake up crying, however.
Tonight's dream was much less violent and graphic, but equally strange, especially since I almost never see real people in dreams. I was at the library with my sister, and then I tried to walk home. I started walking and then I see a coach bus, but instead of saying Princeton on it, it says New York (which means that I must have been on the other side of the street. Yes, I am somehow in a different city at this point). Then I see Andy (whom I haven't communicated with since around September). One of us misses the bus, and for some reason we start walking through the city and eventually we end up walking through trees near pretty little houses with some pretty fun looking playgrounds (that I wanted to play on. one had that spinny thing that playgrounds don't have anymore), and we walked through a crack in the houses and onto a street and followed it and somehow we ended up inside a college building (and not any college I was familiar with, I just know it was a college). We couldn't figure out how to get out of the building. Well, I was just following him around, but he seemed lost too. At this point Yana showed up for some weird reason, and I tried to get her to give me a ride home because I was lost and scared but this didn't work out for some reason [reason censored. actually, I don't really remember]. So we were trapped in a building. And eventually we were sitting in a room where people were playing classical music (which is highly improbably, what with my general impatience and hate of music). And then I was cruelly awoken at the ungodly hour of 10:30.
What I think it means: I don't spend enough time at the library anymore. Or with my sister. I miss playgrounds. I need to take more long walks. I feel lost and don't know what direction my life is going in, and I fear the world and believe that no one will protect me until I am close to destruction, which ironically will be very close, but not close enough, to the time I am fully capable of protecting myself (which is why the woman was attacked as she was Turning - when she was very close to being stronger and more independent that she had ever been before). Not that I identify with the woman or anything. If anything, I am abusive towards my boytoy. Hopefully, nightmare week is over.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-10-28T21:43:00

2009-10-29T01:45:19Z

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.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-10-21T16:51:00

2009-10-21T20:55:02Z

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.

gourmet dining, work (sister), designated driving

2009-10-18T01:54:33Z

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.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-10-10T17:41:00

2009-10-10T21:42:53Z

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.

INFORMATION NEEDED

2009-10-04T00:09:46Z

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)

marshmallowhug @ 2009-09-18T00:56:00

2009-09-18T04:56:49Z

Brandon is being all avoidy, which is to be expected. I've always known he wasn't interested. I'm still disappointed, though.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-09-01T19:48:00

2009-09-01T23:53:24Z

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!

marshmallowhug @ 2009-08-30T00:03:00

2009-08-30T04:11:43Z

I am done with summer essays! I am packed! All I need to do is wake up and try to cram three carloads into one car, then clear enough room for my sister! There are so many things to look forward to. Dining hall food means I won't be starving anymore - at the very least I'll have access to a salad bar, a choice of three fresh fruits, some fruit preserves, and excellent dessert (not to mention quesadilla thursdays! and Busch smoothies and made to order omelets). I've been living off of tomatoes, bread and homemade farmer's cheese (for the record, I hate all dairy products) at home. I'm looking forward to having round-the-clock high-speed internet access that doesn't randomly stop working every so often. I'm excited to not have to go to bed at 11 or be a bother to everyone, and getting the opportunity to sleep in because people aren't yelling at me. The parties shouldn't be too bad, either. No fighting with my sister or my mother. I'm looking forward to living on the first floor: no more elevator. I'm going to enjoy looking over the river when the buses cross the bridges. College is going to be great! (except for the classes, they are going to be terrible. I have the worst combination of morning and afternoon classes ever, including a Friday morning class. At least I'm back to 14 credits. On the bright side, if everything goes as planned, by this time next year, I will have met the prerequisites to take any class in the econ department and finished a stat minor.) Anyway, I'll survive and I may even enjoy it. Can't wait to move back tomorrow!

insomnia can be awesome

2009-08-29T16:33:07Z

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.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-08-28T17:23:00

2009-08-28T21:27:44Z

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.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-08-21T23:08:00

2009-08-22T03:11:16Z

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.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-08-15T18:21:00

2009-08-15T23:57:47Z

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).

marshmallowhug @ 2009-08-11T15:18:00

2009-08-11T19:31:56Z

Today was not the best of days. First I had to order textbooks, which ended up costing a bit over $200 even if I got them all used, and I haven't even found out which textbooks I need for either of my economics classes yet. Then, my parents decided that I needed to take a computer science class. Do any of you remember how I spent three years of high school complaining about how I hated having to take computer science? Yeah, that. I really don't want to be taking an 18 credit course-load that includes two economics classes (econ. is the class I was afraid of failing last semester, it took up as much of my time as everything else put together, and it lowered my gpa) and two statistics classes (stat is boring, really boring, but not as boring as computer science). I have the worst schedule ever. No easy classes, no interesting classes, and an annoying combination of really early morning classes and really late evening classes. I have classes on Wednesday (no contra), I have classes and work on Thursday evenings and classes on Friday morning (no partying or social events, my thirsty Thursdays will be spent working and sleeping). I'm going to be taking a much heavier (last semester I was taking 2 credits of pass/fail seminars for fun which involved almost no work) and much less interesting course-load than last semester (and you guys noticed how much of a mess I was at the end of last semester), while also balancing involvement at gamma and my first real job, as well as spending more time at home (my parents complained, a lot, that I only came home once a month last semester because of pledging).
My life! What has happened to it?! Now that pledging is over, I was looking forward to some fun and rest, not the most difficult semester of my life!

marshmallowhug @ 2009-07-20T18:00:00

2009-07-20T16:04:36Z

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!

marshmallowhug @ 2009-06-27T18:53:00

2009-06-27T14:54:59Z

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.

It doesn't make any sense because it's 5:30AM here and I'm exhausted

2009-06-21T01:42:57Z

I went to the concert on the Strelka (the "arrow" of Vasilevskiy Island), between the rostral columns, which were lit up and beautiful. The concert was strange and not particularly interesting. Of course, I've never seen anyone sitting on top of a traffic light while smoking and waving a flag in America. Ah, Russia.
Here are some notable things I thought I'd mention:
*camera pans over the crowd. on the big screen, a sea of umbrellas is visible* announcer: "Rain is good luck. I swear."
Instead my head: "Okay, that guy just started rapping in Russian. Did a girl in a rather nice sundress just show up on the stage rapping, too? And there are these two guys doing the robot? And a mime?!"
Also, lots of underdressed girls on the stage. At some point, bikini-clad girls were multiplying.
Then, there were amazing fireworks while the boat with red sails sailed along the river, some of the fireworks were a fountain of light and flame bubbling out of the river (they also set up fountains in the river). Also, a colored spotlight danced across the sky, coloring the clouds. It was very impressive and completely unbelievable.
Then the concert became a lot of really bad covers of English songs by people who didn't know the lyrics/had ridiculous accents, so I left.
Unfortunately, half the city was blocked off for people with tickets only and everyone else was also trying to get home. More unfortunately, the subway usually opens at 6, and only one station was open. You know zombie movies, when you have shuffling hordes moving along the streets? That was what the main street (Nevskiy) looked like. People were walking in the middle of the street amongst the cars, which were very annoyed. Eventually, police cars drove through with sirens to clear the street. It was almost impossible to get into the station. I now know what it's like to try to get home when everyone in the city is doing so, and it is not pleasant. Also, the guard almost didn't let me in (no one can get in beween 11PM and 7AM officially) and then I discovered that the door was locked. I called my roommate and she let me in eventually. Now, I'm really hungry and really, really tired.
I'll edit this thing in the morning so it makes sense and I'll add anything I forgot.

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.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-06-20T13:00:00

2009-06-20T09:02:28Z

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.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-06-14T12:28:00

2009-06-14T08:54:23Z

Life in St. Petersburg is sort of horrible, mostly because I cannot get along with my roommates. Apparently, they think I'm crazy because I don't understand sarcasm or their pop culture references (no, I do not know about random music from the 90s, get over it). Also, there was that financial scare where my ATM card didn't work, but that has been resolved. Furthermore, there are unleashed dogs of various sizes and volumes wandering around, the 4 min escalator ride to the subway is both boring and potentially dangerous, the fire escapes in my dorm are locked and the kitchen is falling apart (1 pan - handle not attached and pan keeps flipping upside down, 2 pots - one missing handles, oven doesn't work, only one part of the stove top works and it takes forever to heat up, refrigerator door doesn't close, no spatula, only 1 sharp knife) and I broke my hobo tool (nothing super glue won't fix). Also, the hot water got turned off yesterday. For two weeks.
I am occasionally seeing parts of St. Petersburg. The group visited Menshikov's palace on Wednesday. It was very interesting, because Peter practically lived there (for some time, he held state functions there, because it had the largest rooms in St. Petersburg) and Menshikov seems to have been the most influential person in St. Petersburg. The door opened directly onto the Neva river (although now it there is a road preventing that). One room is completely wooden, and faces the river. Apparently it was Peter's favorite room because it feels like a ship. The palace was fascinating, a mix of Russia and an attempt to be European. Several of the rooms are completely covered with Dutch tiles, except for the stoves, which were covered in Russian tiles. The contrast was rather amusing. We visited the palace at Pavlovsk on Friday. The palace was very elegant and very European (which makes sense since Paul's wife, who helped decorate, was German or something). I am still struck by how beautiful the ceilings are in these palaces. We did not get to wander the park, which is a pity, because it seemed very beautiful. I am thinking of spending a day just in the park at some point, if I can find an affordable way to get there. Also, I visited the Hermitage yesterday, just for an hour or two. We only saw the Roman statues and the Italian art (although we saw a few other rooms on the way there). I am definitely returning. Also, I found the Hermitage's porn collection. For more information, google Antonio Canova's Three Graces: upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/52/Antonio_Canova-The_three_Graces-Hermitage.jpg. Feel free to look at his "The Kiss of Cupid and Psyche" as well. On a more serious note, it is completely impossible to actually look at the art. The ceilings, the marble walls, the decorated floors, the painted walls are works of art and it is impossible to tear one's eyes away. There are hallways that are literally works of art, covered with amazing paintings, and the ceilings in almost every room at so beautiful. The marble covered rooms in which the Roman statues were placed had amazing columns. I just have no words. I am most definitely returning. Often. Cordelia is surprised at the fact that I haven't been to any bars (unless one counts cafe/bars that I entered in order to obtain dinner and did not order any alcohol in). Why would I waste time going to bars when I could go see a building that is a work of art, in which there are rooms in which every square inch is decorated beautifully, in which I can't even look away from a ceiling to look at a priceless work of art?
Anyway, I just finished the weekly journal entry due today (although I still haven't caught up on the readings), and I thought I would tell you guys about my life. I had intended to attend church this morning, but when my alarm clock rang, my atheist self said "absolutely not", rolled over, and went back to sleep. Perhaps next week. Now, I must go meet my peer tutor. I also need to catch up on 100 pages of reading (damn you internet, for being a constant distraction) and do laundry, which is going to be impossible without hot water (especially since the hot water pipes were pretty much the only source of heating and I was counting on them to dry my clothes). Hope for the best, I suppose.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-06-07T21:41:00

2009-06-07T17:59:29Z

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.

I have arrived. Can I please go home now?

2009-06-06T13:13:29Z

Well, let me tell you how I feel about St. Petersburg by describing my arrival at the airports (the Copenhagen stopover vs. Pulkovo in St. Petersburg). Flying into Copenhagen, I saw islands surrounded by walls and a row of windmills off the coast. The airport itself is rather nice, with a quiet little fountain and wooden flooring in some parts. Flying into St. Petersburg, I saw dreary gray buildings. The plane hit quite a few raindrops as while landing. It is horrible. Horrible, I tell you. The bus ride to the 'dorms' where we are staying (mess of furniture, bathroom door doesn't close, looks like it is falling apart, beige walls) was very scary, because the president and prime minister in the city so there were cloacked police officers every half block. They looked extremely competent (if also wet and miserable). There were two females among several dozen males. Eventually, I got to the dorm. We don't have internet (might get some Monday, but probably not until later in the week), so it is fairly uninteresting. The grocery store down the street has food, but no fresh bread and the vegetables look pretty horrible. My sleep schedule is very messed up, too. Planning on going back and sleeping pretty soon. Yesterday, I tried to find this internet cafe, made it to the metro station, but failed to look across the street. Instead, I got lost wandering around on the other side, while it was raining fairly heavily. Today, we met our peer tutors, went to the mainland, saw a cathedral, had blini for lunch. I want to move to a country without fast food.
Russia is cold. This is American late fall weather. Also, constant rain. Also, no blinds and daylight at 3 in the morning (which is when I got woken up by the light). Quite depressing. Unsure what to do tomorrow. I am considering spending the day wandering the island, but it is fairly cold, so I may sleep all day or come back here, or go to the mainland either to visit the Hermitage or just to wander around. My roommates already hate me, even though I didn't do anything (no really) so I'm on my own. No internet, but I do plan on doing the reading for Monday at some point. At least I have food. Maybe I'll spend the day reading about St. Petersburg's history. Do contact me. Although I may discuss what I am doing on LJ to some extent, I'm tending towards simply using a webcam and saying all this stuff out loud and then posting it, which I'll probably do on my sister's facebook, and just putting the shadier stuff (if applicable, and it seems unlike since that stuff seems to be fairly boring) on my friend-locked LJ. If anyone wants, I'll also post about my adventures here. Actually, I might do it anyway, but if everyone says that they couldn't care less whether I'm cold and miserable, I'll put it on private.
People, I hate Russia. Russia hates me too. I am completely and utterly on my own, and I don't have internet. Also, I have to be back at the dorm by 11 or so (subway closes at 12 anyway so you have to get to the station long before then, but everyone hates me so I would be wandering the city on my own, which I'm not fond of doing, because I'm in a foreign country). Anyway, I should start heading back. Also, I need to obtain shampoo and knives, forks, spoons (my hobo tool has disappeared between the time I packed and my mom repacked). What I wouldn't do for some internet! Also, I need sleep. Lots of it. All the light at night makes it really hard for my broken internetal clock to adjust. Please come to Russia and give me a hug!

marshmallowhug @ 2009-05-16T13:53:00

2009-05-16T19:29:32Z

Well, I didn't fail any of my classes while pledging. I suppose that's good. (My gpa was pretty much the same as last semester, actually 0.1 better, despite the fact that I only spent half the time studying, interesting enough.) My mom (who had predicted my grades crashing and burning because I was too busy partying to study - true) has agreed to finance a trip to Boston, pending final arrangements with people there.
Also, after 9 months of avoiding any thoughts of tennis my mom blackmailed me into rallying with my dad for half an hour. It was horrible. I am a sweat-soaked mess with an aching elbow. I also cannot hit a backhand and my serve has less power than that of a three-year-old. Also, I am in worse shape that my mid-50s father. Tennis is not fun.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-05-11T09:46:00

2009-05-11T13:48:08Z

And which culture wore leather kilts?
Nathan Fillion: "I believe that was the Scottish bikers."
http://www.cbs.com/late_late_show/video/video.php?cid=583362836&pid=6aDj9rGGULw_ZHFpYq6MjnIiTETYyArH&category=editorial&play=true

marshmallowhug @ 2009-05-07T17:37:00

2009-05-07T21:38:50Z

Lookie what I found on the internets. Are you amused? I was amused.

marshmallowhug @ 2009-05-04T17:16:00

2009-05-04T21:20:03Z

I should be happy. Saturday was initiation. I gave three months of my life to prove that i deserved to be a part of something bigger than me. I worked harder than I ever will in my life to become part of something I loved.
I'm not happy. I'm currently curled up on a comforter wrapped in a fleece blanket listening to the beatles (thanks, youtube) and crying. I hate being a girl. I am blaming this incident on hormones or something.