tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58971212011-04-21T18:42:15.986-07:00Silliness and IntrospectionThe Private Thoughts, Dreams, and Idiosyncrasies of MeMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comBlogger811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1151854300827327442006-07-02T08:28:00.000-07:002006-07-02T08:31:40.843-07:00Finally making the switch to LiveJournal. I just hope it's not too late!Of course, everything here will still be archived and fondly remembered. However, in my desire for all the shiny novelties and features of LiveJournal (and the fact that just about everyone else I know uses it), I decided to turn myself in to the Dark Side. Or, more accurately, the warm deep blue side with a hint of violet, Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1151176647618272182006-06-26T11:50:00.000-07:002006-06-26T11:30:01.920-07:00First, a little comment-harvesting novelty, courtesy of Laura and Skippy...A. Recommend to me: 1) a movie, 2) a book, and 3) a musical artist, song, or album.B. I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want. No kidding, ANYTHING. I'll give you the absolute honest truth, to the best of my ability.C. Then I want you to go to your journal, and Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1150123908734073912006-06-12T07:51:00.000-07:002006-06-12T10:01:19.920-07:00Well, now I'm back home, and the only word to describe it isn't really a word at all but a sound: Sigh. After the last few weeks, which have alternately chaotic and stagnant, delightful and depressing, exhaustingly difficult and langorously relaxing, lively and lonely, inspiring and discouraging, sunny and rainy, and what have you... well, such a hurried, matter-of-fact end to the quarter seemed Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1147545670046806762006-05-13T11:40:00.000-07:002006-05-13T11:42:38.926-07:00I copied this from Regina's LJ and am feeling very amused and vindicated at the results. Unfortunately, they don't list future job opportunities for English majors...You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!Philosophy83%English83%Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1146701331530296012006-05-03T16:20:00.000-07:002006-05-04T15:28:45.540-07:00current mood: gratuitouscurrent music: "The Lonely Shepherd" from Kill Bill Onecurrent source of bemusement: the lack of people in general on AIMcurrent heart's desire: a small silver-grey Skyfox that says "Suu!"~Observations~Life is like a bundle of fleeting impressions and feelings, seemingly without meaning or significance, flitting across the surface of one's consciousness like the delicate Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1144703889866626832006-04-14T13:20:00.000-07:002006-04-14T16:23:26.396-07:00For all those who may be looking at the once more very large discrepancy in dates between this post and the last one, there is something I should explain. For those of you who may not know---though I don't see how you wouldn't know, as most of my few but faithful readers keep their own LJ's and blogs---there's a bit of a self-destructive cycle surrounding the process of writing entries. (At this Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1143228289248727802006-03-24T10:24:00.000-08:002006-03-24T11:52:56.046-08:00current mood: ponderouscurrent music: all the chatter inside my head, most of which sounds like "...." or "la-la-la-la"current source of minor frustration: lack of somewhat-much-needed muse, and of preserved plumsThis morning, I was thinking of that song whose lyrics go, "Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future" and remembering how I used to make fun of that particular line soMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1142808626808289372006-03-19T14:33:00.000-08:002006-03-20T12:36:49.786-08:00~Now: A Poem of Body, Heart, Mind, and Soul~Also known as A Small Poem That's Been Sitting in My Head For a Few Days Now, So I Want to Write It Down Before It Goes Away ForeverBODY: I seethe golden sun outside the window, shining like a flame I hearthe whisper of distant voices whose words I cannot quite understand I smellthe scent of ink and dusty pages, jasmine and Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1141833525106229982006-03-08T07:42:00.000-08:002006-03-08T12:37:14.230-08:00I stole this from Skippy because I'm lazy and putting off more things than I ever want to think about, let alone start working on at the moment. Also, I'm sleepy and thus would never, never admit that I feel somewhat guilty for not posting new entries since...oh, probably January, really. Oh well.01. DO YOU SNORE? I have been told that I do, and it never fails to be a source of deep chagrin for Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1139536026041851922006-02-20T15:18:00.000-08:002006-02-20T17:30:07.410-08:00I have come to the conclusion recently that, in choosing a double major in physics and English, I have unwittingly selected a subject that I despise and one that despises me. In the past, I was usually decently good at English and I've always been fascinated with physics, but in the last few months, I've come to heartily dislike the study of English language and literature, while the discipline Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1138301510843023382006-01-26T10:26:00.000-08:002006-01-26T17:39:00.960-08:00It's strange that, even though this quarter I actually have had some free time to post, I can never find anything cogent or salient to say anymore. Maybe it's because most of said free time takes place somewhat early in the morning (around 9 a.m. or so) when my creative faculties haven't really had a chance to fully awaken and come into their full flower. That is, if by flower, you generally meanMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1138223842687811992006-01-25T12:34:00.000-08:002006-01-25T13:17:22.743-08:00I know that a real post is long, long overdue, and I'm sure that I do actually have plenty of new events and so forth to share...but I'm lazy. Have this lovely quiz-thing that everyone else has already answered instead.1. Initials: MYL.2. Name someone with the same birthday as you: I don't know anyone else born on August 1.3. Favorite fruit? Strawberries. Maybe raspberries. I like them both.4. Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1135187339118651162005-12-21T08:55:00.000-08:002005-12-21T09:58:41.356-08:00Scene: A complicated technical control room full of buttons, screens, peculiar-looking machines, and other technological devices. A door on the left wall leads offstage, with a sign above it reading "Control Center: Brain. Host: Mary Lin." The HOMUNCULUS* sitting in a swivel chair at the center of the control room, tapping his fingers impatiently.HOMUNCULUS: (pushes several buttons) Neuron no. Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1131568129116445422005-12-09T11:56:00.000-08:002005-12-21T10:16:38.336-08:00Errrr. It's rather hard to adequately summarize an entire month in one post, even though the fact that I am necessitated to do so is entirely because I have neglected it shamefully for several weeks. Given that, due to finals and the effects of returning home, I now possess the memory of a dried clam, my recollection of all the events that transpired in the interim may be extremely flawed. In Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1128364882346544382005-10-18T11:37:00.000-07:002005-10-18T16:53:05.253-07:00This is my attempt to show that even I know when enough is enough, at least regarding the ratio of length of time between posts between the amount of interesting events and things that befell me in that length of time, which is by now growing to monstrous and haunting proportions. Besides, with three-plus weeks of not being able to properly catharsize in my usual manner, I'm feeling rather more Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1127349432612058022005-09-21T17:19:00.000-07:002005-09-21T17:37:12.616-07:00A real post will be coming soon, just as soon as I find A) motivation, B) enough time, and C) a respite from that feeling of "Oh, God, classes just started and I have no clue what I'm doing" panic.Until then, I've apparently been tagged by Shari, so I will oblige. I don't know whom I could tag, though; I think most of the people whose blogs I keep track of and who keep track of my blog have Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1125689617012197352005-09-06T11:34:00.000-07:002005-09-06T13:06:10.326-07:00I've been thinking a lot lately about the transience of all things.More specifically, I've been thinking about change.And no, not the coins and bills you get back after you've used a twenty-dollar bill to buy a six-dollar product. Come to think of it, though, I might need some of that change soon, once I have to go back to paying to do my own laundry.Nothing in the world--nay, in the universe, Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1124313209734711612005-08-17T14:12:00.000-07:002005-08-17T14:13:29.743-07:00Once upon a time, the universe was created.Matter came into being and swirled through the black empty vacuum of space, vast without measure or distance.Some of the matter collected and became stars. Others became planets, or comets, or asteroids, or fair and faraway moons of which the terrestrial poets of those planets would sing in throbbing voices.Then a lot of other things happened.Most of it Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1123000126054842912005-08-02T00:09:00.000-07:002005-08-02T09:36:01.600-07:00current mood: organizationalcurrent music: Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto no. 1. Yes, I'm fully aware that I'm hopeless, but it's very pretty.current unintentional pun of joy: Seen on a random messageboard: "The fiends are hostile, coniferous beasts of prey." I know pine trees were impressive, but...wow.current single word that still has me laughing far too hard: ScottinaTo wit... I'm lazy and Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1121727895489454402005-07-21T15:05:00.000-07:002005-07-21T14:24:27.496-07:00current mood: languorouscurrent music: Partita no. 3 in E major, J.S. Bachcurrent favourite quote that no one will get: "I keep my horses well-groomed, thanks." Courtesy of Ian Starr, Australian Starcraft player, law student, and innuendo extraordinaire (whom I have never met and hope never, never, never to meet)Wish list for birthday gifts-------------------------------1) An ivory tower, where IMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1121023084619757432005-07-11T11:17:00.000-07:002005-07-11T14:08:06.343-07:00*More Quotes and Fun Sayings*Merely because it's fun. Well, also because I have nothing better to do. And also because I keep remembering more amusing things people say to and around me. And because I have nothing substantive to say anyway, but this makes it look like I had something to say, so all is good. Ahem. Moving on."Bedewed, where's my car?" Sabrina Sitkoski--Uttered by my next year's Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1120591212811940392005-07-05T09:50:00.000-07:002005-07-10T11:18:54.586-07:00current mood: exploratorycurrent music: Bach's Toccata and Fugue (for obvious reasons, I should think)current source of amusement: the astonishing, if not entirely mind-boggling, creativity of people in general on topics that probably should not be mentioned in mixed company. Also, the variability of fonts.*~Quotes, fatal last words, and other fun sayings~*Accompanied by explanations that may or Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1119311051815167782005-06-23T16:09:00.000-07:002005-06-24T10:27:25.656-07:00There are a few things that always sum up for me that special quintessence of being home: classical music, eating breakfast, long uninterrupted naps, slow Internet, and having whole rooms or floors of a house all to myself. At school, after all, none of these are really available to me. Call it a mark of my ever-present naivete, if you like, that I'm still wholly conscious of all the things that Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1118529597676659082005-06-11T15:18:00.000-07:002005-06-13T08:49:59.806-07:00I'm home for the summer! Finally! Granted, it's come considerably later than most of the people who returned from school by the end of May, whom I still envy with all my heart because they got such an early start ahead of me on summertime. Yet, even so, looking around at my house, my old familiar neighborhood, the faces of my family---none of which I've seen at all in the last quarter---I still Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1117491186613240842005-05-30T12:46:00.000-07:002005-06-08T13:04:22.300-07:00You know, it's really quite extraordinary --- I don't think I've ever been ordered to post before, nor anything remotely close. I can't imagine what people might find interesting in the simple activity of reading about other people's lives, unless they're close friends and particularly if they've been separated, as is the case now with college. Otherwise, it seems to be a fairly voluntary Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1115405307491055632005-05-08T09:45:00.000-07:002005-05-09T14:10:49.246-07:00current mood: ecstasticcurrent music: "This Woman's Work", Kate Bush (I love the chorus, especially)current level of hatred for all things either bureaucratic or physics-related: extremely highThings that shouldn't be true but are:1. For nearly a week, I was deprived of the Internet; I had no access to anything online, no IM, no Internet games, no way even to check email on my own computer or doMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1114368509303053512005-04-24T11:47:00.000-07:002005-04-24T11:48:29.310-07:00In the last week or so, I've come to realize just what a wonderful circle of friends I've accumulated over the years. Despite possessing the verbal abilities of a dead clam and the social graces of a female praying mantis (not to mention all the renowned charm and tact of a Vogon poet), the people that I now call my friends have remained with me, tolerated all my faults, and supported me wheneverMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1113497312862743212005-04-14T09:46:00.000-07:002005-04-14T21:06:51.483-07:00Never did I think I'd see the day when I'd say this, but... Enough with the comments! I remember very well the days of not so long ago when I was grateful to get at least one or two replies to an entry. However, even I tend to think that fourteen comments is becoming slightly excessive. I mean, I know that you all love me to varying degrees and, quite frankly, such an outpouring is most Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1113068506864760362005-04-09T10:04:00.000-07:002005-04-09T10:43:01.710-07:00Things that make me laugh:- Incredibly enthusiastic French professors and the assistant conductor at Philharmonia last week who spent a rapturous ten minutes working with the percussionists to achieve just the right delicate cymbal clash. Both, however, have been wonderful teachers and the energy and vibrancy they bring is utterly priceless. The latter has also announced that --- if you can Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1112298735687943022005-03-31T11:44:00.000-08:002005-04-01T07:42:30.393-08:00Ahem. Before I begin... a quick announcement about nothing particularly important, which probably resembles a rant more than an actual announcement. At any rate, it has recently come to my attention that certain individuals have a problem with the writing style in my blog, i.e. that I use too many "big" words. Apparently, this phenomenon is restricted only to the most recent posts, which Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1111431078396447172005-03-21T09:32:00.000-08:002005-03-21T10:51:18.406-08:00I think when I grow up, I shall become the goddess of dumplings, and I shall wield my feared rolling pin of terrible power and squeesh all of the bad things in the world with it and make them into yummy dumplings, and it shall be tasty.That reminds me of something from a movie, but I couldn't tell you what. It has to do with fish, though.You know, the other day, Regina and I were actually talkingMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1111174829134162732005-03-18T11:39:00.000-08:002005-03-21T09:32:27.603-08:00Upon returning to the familiar roads of the town that I have learned over the last four years to call home, upon seeing again all the old sights that I have come to know and love and thinking of all the things that are possible only in such a place and time, upon breathing once more the fresh air of a world in which I could feel truly comfortable and at home, my first words were, "Oh my God, why Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1109964513955501482005-03-04T10:04:00.000-08:002005-03-04T11:33:24.383-08:00Recipe for the Mary mindset this afternoon on the 4th of March, 2005, after a long hiatus away from this highly irregularly updated little glimpse into all the joys (not many) and downfalls (plenty there, if anyone wants to borrow some) of my life:First, take a big bowl of relief that classes are over for this quarter and that I now have an entire week of freedom before me. Whip the contents Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1108339064702911462005-02-13T13:07:00.000-08:002005-02-13T15:57:44.706-08:00It's amazing how, as a college freshman, it seems that anything that takes place out of a college setting always feels more "real" somehow than anything that takes place within the setting and context of the school itself. Whenever I leave campus, I feel like I've just rejoined the outside world again, where everything happens for a reason and where I don't exist inside a protective bubble that Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1107733564152518832005-02-06T14:01:00.000-08:002005-02-06T15:49:55.383-08:00Over the weekend, I had one day where I not only had macaroni & cheese for dinner with pizza pockets but also went to Meijer's at perhaps 11:00 p.m. to hang out and do stuff. I never felt more American in my life, and in this case, I do mean "American" in perhaps the most biased, prejudicial, and scornful way possible. And it was fun.
For those of you who have no idea why I did this or even whatMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1107139362208228392005-01-30T18:37:00.000-08:002005-01-30T18:42:42.206-08:00This is probably entirely unnecessary, as the people who generally read my blog have probably either already joined, or will not join no matter what, or do not exist, but I'm going to post the obligatory promotion link here and hopefully watch it have some sort of vague effect on the world at large. Called the Paragons of Plokism, it's a lovely new livejournal community of sorts where the twin Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1106424512505930342005-01-22T13:08:00.000-08:002005-01-22T12:09:41.906-08:00Another post after several weeks of delay and procrastination, therefore another lengthy one about everything (which really isn't that much) that has occurred in between my last post and this one. This will be my first post of the year 2005, so I am minded to make it a nice long one merely for the occasion, though you all know my penchant for being verbose anyway and thus shouldn't be surprised Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1103565660855720062004-12-20T06:51:00.000-08:002004-12-20T10:01:00.856-08:00(Note: this post may not be suitable for the delicate of hearing or the innocent of mind. However, I leave it to you to decide whether you fit in either of those categories. Chances are, if you're reading this, then you're a friend of mine, and if you're a friend of mine, then you definitely do not belong in either category. But again, that's for you to decide. Now, on with the ranting.)
A Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1102969400164814462004-12-13T10:15:00.000-08:002004-12-17T10:14:05.633-08:00Because I am just that sort of person, and also due to the fact that at the moment I happen to be extremely bored, I have arbitrarily come to the decision that everyone is deeply interested in the minute happenings of my life and therefore shall---for the first time in months, oddly enough---post in my blog. It's amazing how much it has been neglected these last few weeks, actually. Usually I'm Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1097106753593289872004-10-06T11:37:00.000-07:002004-10-06T18:32:57.760-07:00Considering that now it is one quarter of the way into October and almost three weeks since I began classes, I think I should probably say something about them, if only to record my thoughts for posterity and give me a good laugh a few years later when I read back and admire my own naivete at the time. At our glorious school here, we're required to take a maximum of 4 classes a quarter, which forMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1095704582566601852004-09-20T11:00:00.000-07:002004-09-20T11:23:02.566-07:00I believe my day can be expressed in a series of monosyllabic words (with accompanying explanations, as none of you have any sort of telepathic understanding of me --- for which you are all doubtless very grateful --- and thus will not understand why I reacted in such a way unless I told you). Here it is:
"Woot!"
Reason: Nominated for four RP awards on an RP board I visit and have devoted much Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1095651841193281732004-09-19T20:39:00.000-07:002004-09-19T20:44:01.193-07:00I have just seen tonight a performance created by a hypnotist to make a group of people act like idiots for the benefit of an audience of chortling fools --- definitely one of the lowest points I will ever encounter in Northwestern. It was horrible. And what makes it worse, even now, after I just came home from watching it, is that I couldn't remain untouched from it all and that at times I Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1095285918012145862004-09-15T14:30:00.000-07:002004-09-15T15:05:18.013-07:00I am no longer where I used to be, and probably not really where I belong either, if one considers it objectively. Oh, not that there's anything wrong with Northwestern or that I'm not enjoying my experience here. Quite the contrary, actually --- it's still wonderful for me to simply walk down Sheridan Avenue looking up at the buildings and the sky and the trees, just thinking that now, this is Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1094342223147846012004-09-04T16:34:00.000-07:002004-09-09T15:38:27.600-07:00Impressions of my day:
Recently I've noticed a very strange phenomenon occurring when I eat, prompting me to ask the following question, "Is love supposed to make you feel bulimic?"
Nostalgia is perhaps the most dizzying of all sensations. It's so strange to see how much you have changed and how little everything around you looks familiar anymore. And this wasn't even that long ago --- only Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1093892855511814282004-08-30T15:37:00.000-07:002004-08-31T08:30:43.763-07:00If some of you strange people out there have been wondering where I've been practically all August --- not counting my birthday on the 1st and sundry random other occasions in which, shockingly enough, I have actually gone out into the outside world and tried to accomplish something, invariably ending in failure and a deep desire to not do anything for the rest of my life ever again --- you are Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1091132591811910422004-07-29T12:58:00.000-07:002004-08-30T13:43:06.473-07:00Some people have told me in no uncertain terms --- well, all right, only two people have actually said anything and even then only as a passing mention in the midst of a long conversation ranging along many different topics --- that I really should post more often in my blog, or at least, more often than once every two weeks. I admit this does seem like a good idea, as it appears that people do Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1089643593562203532004-07-12T07:45:00.000-07:002004-07-12T07:56:53.186-07:00So, I am back.
Back to the sound of birds singing in the morning and the sight of sunlight streaming through the windows when I wake, back to the comforting familiarity of my own bed and the ability to type at my own computer; back to the quiet and the serenity, the futility and the silent sadness; back to everything I know and many of the things I have been trying to forget; back home to my Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1087312244620594542004-06-15T06:50:00.000-07:002004-06-15T08:10:44.620-07:00current mood: wistful
current song: "Darkness," by Disturbed (so lovely!)
I am now a high school graduate/college freshman. Woohoo.
Probably I should be feeling more emotion than that, but really, that's pretty much it. The whole ceremony felt strangely anticlimactic when we all assembled on Sunday resplendent in our gowns and caps and filed past everyone. Whenever I used to play with the Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1086823452243783382004-06-09T23:13:00.000-07:002004-06-10T10:05:26.866-07:00In this post, I am going to make a brave attempt at summarizing my last three or so days as briefly and yet as evocatively as I can. It's not going to be easy, particularly as I have no talent for brevity and even less talent for effective description. Still, it'll clear my mind. Even more importantly, it'll let the rest of the world know about my trip and everything else, as though they really Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1086740096259891172004-06-06T17:11:00.000-07:002004-06-08T17:14:56.260-07:00Coria lost!
Coria lost!
Coria lost!
CORIA LOST!
cOrIa lOsT!
Coria lost!
Noooooooooo!
Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1084996411791084412004-05-19T12:51:00.000-07:002004-05-19T12:53:58.250-07:00Two quizzes that I just took recently. I answered them both as honestly as I could, without making up anything about myself. So peruse and try to see if you can understand my twisted mind...
INTJ - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population. Take Free Myers-Briggs Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1082152537313231442004-04-16T14:55:00.000-07:002004-04-16T14:59:37.170-07:00The very idea of college is somehow enough now to make me want to avoid the subject forever. The application process was terrifying enough (particularly the idea that I was aiming so high that no college I applied to would accept me, thus leaving me with no college to go to at all until the next year), but this whole scrabbling for the few scholarships that the Henry and William types haven't Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1080946421212290312004-04-02T14:53:00.000-08:002004-04-02T14:57:21.090-08:00current mood: content
current word that I just invented, or more specifically, stole from French and appropriated for use solely in English: frap (as in, "I wish that frapping idiot would just shut up!")
current affliction: a sore throat
No, I'm not dead. Just a bit busy and not as motivated as I used to be about posting. I'm not sure why. Maybe I just became a bit disaffected with the whole Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1078081743357326032004-02-29T11:09:00.000-08:002004-02-29T11:11:58.403-08:00It turns out that in this world there are not three, but actually four things that should be avoided at all costs: early death, frizzy hair, insane shrieking fangirls, and people who feel sorry for themselves. Actually, the latter is probably a little too inclusive, considering that almost everyone suffers from intense self-pity (the "why me?" syndrome) at least once in their lives, and many Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1076867026992294982004-02-15T09:43:00.000-08:002004-02-29T11:12:25.686-08:00current mood: suddenly unsure of things
current beloved book: Enchanted, by Orson Scott Card
It's amazing, and not a little bit mortifying to admit, but I really do love roleplaying. And by roleplaying, I don't mean the sort of tabletop dice-rolling and map-sketching roleplay of the old favorites, nor do I refer to the modern video game roleplay that my more technologically advanced friends Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1076621490332739092004-02-12T13:31:00.000-08:002004-02-12T13:34:01.920-08:00La-la-la-la-la...
On a literary note: I was thinking the other day that there ought to be an eighth Endless, named Duty. He'd probably be much, much younger than even Delirium, considering how late he must have come into being, but he would wield tremendous power even over his older siblings, for few can resist his call for long. Witness Dream, after all; who would argue that he -- one of the Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1075143628643182332004-01-26T11:00:00.000-08:002004-02-12T13:09:14.750-08:00current mood: relaxed
current music: Beethoven's Choral Fantasy in C minor for piano, chorus, and orchestra (so pretty!)
current favorite insult: "You're just a sooty pile of ill will!"--Sagara Sanosuke
Happy Chinese New Year!
Actually, strictly speaking, Chinese New Year was over last Thursday, though our family celebrated it on Saturday instead because we were all together then and healthy. Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1074030559897539902004-01-13T13:49:00.000-08:002004-01-15T11:48:18.746-08:00Disclaimer: Sometimes you realize that the words of others say much more and with more flair. Having reached such a realization, I have decided instead of boring you with the usual yawn-inducing account of my personal life (what little of it actually exists) and instead substitute the witty, brilliant, luminous, poignant, paradoxical, and exquisitely interesting sayings of others more famous and Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1073149424723741512004-01-03T09:03:00.000-08:002004-01-03T09:04:03.493-08:00current mood: contemplative
current object of nightmare-inducing dread: school on Monday
Happy new year.
Wow, I haven't posted in ages, have I? The two or three people who ever visit this place must be horribly disappointed in me. And you know, I actually had plenty of time to post over winter break, considering how many hours I spent doing absolutely nothing and loving it absolutely. I don't Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1072124625361727312003-12-22T12:23:00.000-08:002003-12-23T10:28:25.373-08:00Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah....
And a cherry on top.
On a more understandable note, like my new layout? I do.Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1072113834814946782003-12-21T00:40:00.000-08:002003-12-22T09:24:10.183-08:00current mood: not the slightest bit Christmas-y
current object of my hatred: calculus
current books to read during break in place of Catch-22: Twenty Years After, by Alexandre Dumas, and Black Orchid, by Neil Gaiman
I went to watch The Return of the King yesterday.
Wow.
Yes, they left out a lot of things that they should've preserved, at least in my opinion, and they kept in many things that Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1071613911314916592003-12-16T14:31:00.000-08:002003-12-16T14:32:05.036-08:00current mood: tired
current half-finished book that I consider sheer genius: A Dreamer's Tales, by Lord Dunsany
current favorite anime quote: "I have this bad habit. When I drink sake, I have a powerful urge to slay people." --Saito Hajime
So many things to do, so many Powerpoint slides to add to my rather fun English project about how comics should be considered art, so many words to write for Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1071012709438730662003-12-07T17:48:00.000-08:002003-12-09T15:32:01.343-08:00current mood: dutiful
current favorite quote: "You're touching my nipple. Stop touching my nipple." --Henry Foo
Now why anyone would ever even contemplate coming into contact with that particular bodily region of Henry is a mystery too mind-boggling for me to risk either my sanity or the remnants of my intellect to solve. There are some questions one simply should not ask, and some matters thatMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1070312836233331402003-12-01T15:39:00.000-08:002003-12-01T13:13:05.110-08:00I haven't really updated very much recently, have I? Well, it doesn't seem like anyone really missed my wonderfully rambling posts very much -- though that may be due as much to the fact that Thanksgiving weekend leaves one with very little chance to do anything aside from getting comfortably fat and enjoying one's life without feeling obligated to read someone else's blog about getting fat and Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1069605191136988642003-11-23T07:56:00.000-08:002003-11-23T08:33:18.873-08:00Imagine how world history would have different if we had all understand the power of five simple words: "I urge you to reconsider." The impact of this simply cannot be measured. If in the 2000 presidential fiasco -- pardon me, election -- Al Gore had merely uttered these words to the Supreme Court after they announced their decision anointing Bush, those justices would likely have fallen over Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1069519181190706042003-11-22T07:58:00.000-08:002003-11-22T08:39:48.443-08:00current mood: sorry for not updating in a while
current book: The Sandman Companion, by Hy Bender
current thoughts: "Every tragedy is a comedy, and every villain is a hero."
I've noticed lately that there's a certain proportional correlation in my behavior between self-confidence and brazen rashness. Though the fact that I've gotten a lot more comfortable with myself lately and can say whatever Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1068757786913158842003-11-13T17:46:00.000-08:002003-11-14T14:04:10.526-08:00My last couple of posts have always had at least a short section (if not nearly half the post) that dealt with the current weather, so I'm going to continue with tradition here and announce our first snowfall of the year. Of course, it was immediately followed with gloriously sunny weather that belied the foreboding taste of winter in the air. I've noticed that whenever it snows, it always seems Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1068680912114695792003-11-12T15:18:00.000-08:002003-11-12T15:48:36.813-08:00current mood: nervous, glad and relieved all simultaneously
current favorite saying: "[Writing]'s pretty much like screwing a cactus. But rewarding."
I know that in the past I've often lambasted people like Henry or Sara Salari, who have such an enormous talent for self-promotion that it's almost nauseating to watch them suck up to the various authority figures around them. Despite the fact thatMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1068413608724572992003-11-07T17:33:00.000-08:002003-11-09T13:33:32.860-08:00Outside the world looks like death
All gray bleakness and leafless trees
Its spindly branches reaching hopelessly skyward
Fall is always a season of beauty and decay
Leaves gleaming ruby in September's azure sky
Now dead they flutter to the frosted grass
Now the cold air tastes of dying and despair
And I wonder to myself what I am doing
Amid this death I contemplate my life
Why have I Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1068068061434753642003-11-05T16:18:00.000-08:002003-11-07T13:22:44.033-08:00Yesterday our orchestra participated in one of the least air-conditioned, and most pointless concerts it's been my distinct non-privilege to attend. We had to play in a gym, and the sound quality was so terrible that at times you couldn't hear the front half of the first violins from the back and vice versa. Ah well. Only one thing got me through it: squat-dancing.
Today we got into a debate Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1067977444165982042003-11-02T18:23:00.000-08:002003-11-04T12:24:07.240-08:00I hate myself.
But I love life.
So what can I do about it?
I'll just blog. Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1067641107722881492003-10-31T17:53:00.000-08:002003-10-31T14:58:29.186-08:00current mood: dreading trick-or-treaters
current addition to Christmas wish list: liquid nitrogen
I am currently writing a story based partly on the suspense prologue from last year. It's intended to be about the battle of wills between a nineteen-year-old college girl named Phoenix and a mysterious assassin. It'll probably undergo several thousand incarnations before I'm finished. Such is the Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1067373337023090782003-10-28T12:35:00.000-08:002003-10-28T12:35:38.006-08:00Why do people like to read other people's blogs? Most of the time, I've noticed that most people like to talk about themselves and that even if they're not the talkative type, they certainly do enjoy hearing about themselves. Usually, they'll listen to other people talking about themselves only when they have to, e.g. a psychologist who's paid to watch their patients' catharsis. The reason for Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1067372161778561212003-10-26T12:15:00.000-08:002003-10-28T12:17:47.050-08:00It is a fact universally acknowledged that when one begins to blog, all the blog-worthy thoughts that were hitherto safe in the blogger's head suddenly vanish...leaving the blogger utterly clueless as to what to blog about. Oh well.
Two good things happened this last week--yes, only two things, which is actually over my usual quota (zero)--in that I discovered I'm going to be principal second Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1066668348880324442003-10-20T09:21:00.000-07:002003-10-20T09:45:48.643-07:00Today is a teacher inservice day, which means we all get an extra day off. Which is always good news.
I dislike it when my mom throws temper tantrums. Oh well.
Yesterday my dad said something really funny. We were talking about college applications (what else?), and he said, referring to his own fun days of college, "I couldn't get into the Harvard of China, so I had to settle instead for...Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1066425724506220552003-10-17T14:19:00.000-07:002003-10-17T14:22:04.456-07:00Today in government class, a huge debate erupted over whether the phrase "under God" should be included in the Pledge of Allegiance. From assertions that the short, inoffensive phrase was unconstitutional and signified our inevitable doom, to declarations that Christianity was the true religion and atheists should burn at the stake, voices pontificated, opined, or just plain shouted across the Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1066172646843969262003-10-14T16:03:00.000-07:002003-10-14T16:04:06.986-07:00*looks outside* Damn, it's raining like crazy out there.
So much is frustrating lately. Classes, people, teachers (not all of whom qualify as people), my own unbelievable incompetence... Ai ya, it's insane. Maybe after October, things'll start making sense again. I miss summer so much it almost hurts -- a truism which makes me sound rather like some banal, empty-headed poseur of some sort who Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1065816193954322582003-10-10T13:02:00.000-07:002003-10-14T15:54:07.540-07:00current mood: studiously panicked
current half-finished book: the Wraeththu Trilogy, by Storm Constantine (a true guilty pleasure of a book, if you're a girl [I don't recommend it much to guys] and into such things)
Yesterday was a very strange day. We had to stay after school for an interview about National Merit. I still find it very strange that people think it's so extraordinary that we Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1065557598703372942003-10-07T12:58:00.000-07:002003-10-07T13:13:18.676-07:00My state of euphoria over not screwing up too badly in last night's TYO audition (a shocking event, given how badly I was shaking at the time) lasted about two minutes this morning, until I suddenly realized that I had an AP chemistry test in 2nd period and a graded discussion in English in 3rd period. Then life pretty much went downhill from there. And tonight I get to have the talk with my Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1065397881197327972003-10-03T16:40:00.000-07:002003-10-05T16:51:20.676-07:00Today we got a wonderful reminder of why it's so marvelous and delightful to be a senior: ordering forms for caps and gowns for graduation! Boy, did that make me feel so special! Particularly as it's not like I don't already have plenty of forms, applications, and all the rest to fill out and stress about. Of course, I don't necessarily have to apply Early Decision anywhere, much less Ivy League Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897121.post-1065397183845402862003-09-23T16:36:00.000-07:002003-10-05T16:39:43.480-07:00Someone told me once that blogging was therapeutic. I guess it would be, if, say, I had some sort of hidden rage or id-related complex that could be safely unleashed through typing on this blank white box, or if I had some vendetta against someone and wished to share it with the world, as so many other bloggers do. Or if I had some amazing insight into the world or into human hearts and decided Maryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01688538767755606016noreply@blogger.com