Hello there. I apologize for the lack of posts. But I don't think anyone reads this blog anyway? Prove to me that you do. (Oh man I am asking for comments. I feel so dirty.)
I've been pretty busy as of late with classes and rugby practice. I have a second home it is the Biomed lab. I like to go there a lot. At least 3 times a week. I will be there today as soon as it opens.
Rugby has been going. We played Fredonia on saturday and got our asses handed to us. I say we are not mean enough. We do not play dirty. Nor were our rucks up to snuff. Dan and I had a bet. He (never having eaten eggs by themselves before) would have to eat a 6 egg omlete if we won and if we lost, I would have to eat a sirloin steak. (Red meat and I are not friends. I am the girl who goes to her uncle's fabulous steak house and orders chicken or shrimp.) I am eating steak tonight. This makes me queasy.
I got up real early on sunday to go shoot a class project at a park. My assignment was to take pictures of fungi. The place was crawling with it. I took many pictures. 92 in fact. Now I have to edit them and whittle them down to 25 and give them to an upperclassmen in the AV class who will throw my photos into a flash presentation add music and some other stuff and TA DA. It is like I am the client and the other person is the producer and they must please me with their work.
In knitting news, work continues on the wavy scarf for Sarah Eddy. I have lots of trouble knitting scarfs, so I don't know when this will be finished. Work has also commenced on a red hat for Sworva. I like knitting hats. A lot. I should really become a mute when I am drunk. I have tendencey to promise people knitted items. They always remember too. Meathead is now in the cue for a hat. Meathead shaves his head bald and says his head is cold and that winter is coming and he doesn't want to be cold. And I feel bad but he is going to have to wait his turn. After Sworva, its Pete, then Kelsie, then Pecky, then maybe Spencer, then Meathead. Oh jeeze. Just wait till I learn to knit socks. I'll really be in trouble then.
I miss you kids from back home. Especially Sworva and Sarah Eddy and Tony. Miss you kids.

Wasup? I'm back. So glad to be back at school. Rugby has started and our first game is next weekend. That is much excitement. My classes are pretty good. Taking pictures of pine cones. Y'all know yer jealous. So I have a little treat for you.
I have a set of photos from my farm adventure up on Flickr. There aren't too many but I will probably add more later. I hope you enjoy them.
And did you all know that Sarah Eddy is amazing? Isn't geology amazing? I'm so proud of my rock loving girl.

How can I be so fucking stupid? How can I joke about something that has caused so much destruction and pain?

Oh no. This country has gone mad.

Couple of things before I return to making the baby Jesus cry....

Hurricane Katrina hit my apartment. She peed all over the floor. What a terrible houseguest.
Speaking of apartments, I'm all moved into mine.
My favoritest photographer is coming to speak at RIT. Mary Ellen Mark!!!! I am so exciiiiiiiiiited.

I been needing to get this off my chest for a while.

I love Dove products. LOVE THEM.
First it was a soap. And that shit was awesome. Then they came out with deodorant. My armpits could finally live free. No longer was I plagued by horrible red bumps and itchiness and irritation. Dove deodorant smoothed and soothed my angry skin. My armpits became friends with my razor. Then it was the bodywash. I figured that because the deodorant was so awesome that the body wash must be too. So I tried it and my theory was correct. I feel so smooth after I shower and I smell good too. It makes me feel all wonderous inside. Then came the washwash. And then mosturizer. But best of all was the shampoo. I have fine hair see, and the current shampoo I was using wasn't cutting it. I needed volume so my hair could stand up and say hello to the world. Dove delivered. I guess I am a disciple of Dove. My life would be perfect if Dove made shaving cream. So my freshly shaven legs can be in ectascy too. However, I have not tried the body lotion. I don't know why. Hmmm.

Its almost time to go back to school and that means I will be posting more. In case any of you care. I care. I will have time and not be so exhausted. I am all done with the drudgery of Sacred Heart Hospital. Every hour I spent there was pure torture. I think I killed a lot of my brain cells by being in an unstimulating environment. However the photo lab made up for that. I could use my brain power to solve photographic problems and put all the knowledge I had pounded in my ass to use. Isn't that exciting? I am very excited to be going back to school. I miss my soulmate and my love. I miss the masive Stitch n Bitches. Soon though. Wednesday. I can't wait. I just need monday and tuseday to go by quick.
Nontheless I did have a nice summer. When Sarah Eddy came home, I felt like my social life was resucitated. I had things to do at night. Photo shoots to do. Hopefully I will get the tatooing stuff up on Flickr soon. Along with my trip to the farm. I am also hunting down the "Hands Across EC" little by little. I am diabolical that way. All of my stuff has been shipped. I am on a hat jag. But I must Sarah Eddy's scarf first. Then I have hats to knit for Sworva, Pete, Spencer, and Kelsey. I hope I have time to get all those done this fall. There'll be plently of lectures to sit through.

The above photo illustrates my love for beef jerky. And how hot I am when I eat it. That was taken on one of the days that we were without power in one of the few places that did have power. Its a good thing I still got to enjoy jerky. I was really pissed that I couldn't knit at my own house. No power no lights. On the brighter side (haha) I am kind of thankful that that happened. I guess I can understand more what Floridians go through every hurricane season. Of course, they are probably more prepared for this type of thing than us crazy Wisconsinites. I think the lack of power also made my parents kinda crazy cuz the next day we picked up mi madre from the grocery store (she was buying ice yo). I put the ice in the back and was about to get into the back seat when my pops quickly put the car in gear and drove off. Without me. I sat on the curb and waited. I figured it might be a couple of minutes before they noticed I was gone. They would hit the intersection and look back and not find me. Nope. They got all the way home and realized I wasn't there to hop out and open the garage door and headed back to get me. Gee whiz! Thanks Mom and Dad. And this is totally not the first time this has happened.
I haven't been up to much exciting lately. Except I ripped back Dan's hat and started over. Why? Cuz it looked like poop. I don't m'love to be poop on his head. This time around it is much more satisfactory. Other things I've been doing have been work, and did I mention work? Goooooooood. I think I might hate myself. My last day off was July 13. I got some sucker to fill in for me at Sharp and now I have a 3 day weekend. Wahoo. Tomorrow Mom and I are going to the Cities to check out the yarn shop scene and get up to some hijinks in Uptown. You know how it goes. Maybe MOA? Who knows.
But BUT. The highlight of my day occured at 9AM. The doorbell rang. And rang again. I tried to ignore it but it wouldn't go away. So I came downstairs to see who the hell it was. IT WAS ASIA!!!!! I was so happy to see that kid again. She's been so busy getting tall and learning to read and playing soccer and playing with her cat and going places that she hasn't been over to visit in a while. I've missed that kid. She is so big. I remember when she liiiiitle. She told me all about everything. It was so good to see her sweet self. Did I mention that? She is so smart. She always has been but I think starting school has brought that out even more so. She told me about wanting to read Harry Potter and how she sneaks it at friends' houses because her mom thinks it will be too scary. She is going to be in 2nd grade this fall. I can't believe it.
And that was what made me really happy inside today.
K, I've babbled on enough. I think that should make up for the lack of posting.
By the way, check out the photoblog, some new stuff up. Enjoy.

This is a shoutout y'all....to Miss Sarah Edwards on her 22nd birthday!!! Happy Birthday to my probable mother! I hope you day is ever so speacial and I look forward to seeing your mug again come August.

I will do a real live post when I am feeling more productive. This also means updating my photoblog too.

IIIEEEEE!!!!

HOLY SHIT BITCHES! I'm 20!!!! THAT'S RIGHT!!!! Today I was born 20 years ago. I am an old lady. Woweeee!!! Hot diggity damn!

I DECIDED I NEEDED TO POST IN MY BLOG. CUZ I LOVE ALL OF YOU READERS OUT THERE.
And I like to write in bold capital letters.
Not a lot has been happening in the life of Mary. Mostly work.
Fourth of July weekend was spent with family up from Chicago. I mostly avoided them by doing my magic trick where I close my eyes and become unconscious for several hours.
I saw a baby screech owl live and in person at the photo lab one day. It was cuuuuute.
Today was my day off from both jobs. It was magical. Mommy and I went shopping. I bought a swim suit. It is pretty. We went to the yarn store. We fondled the yarn. I rubbed some yarn against my cheek. It was soft!
I had a dream about yarn designed by Garth Brooks last night. Also in that dream was a puppy! It wanted to play! But it was stuck in a cage at Walmart. Sorry! I keep hearing our song at work at the Photo lab! You are my friend in the low place!
Sarah Ed! I would tell you how to knit a hat but then I would have to kill you. I apologize.
I shall continue to enjoy my day off by crafting it up tonight with Sworva Jean and enjoying a root beer float as well.
Sorry I don't have a lot of interesting stuff to tell you.
Two important things will be happening in the next ten days: my birthday and Harry Potter. Hot diggity damn.

Ooooooh my babies I'm so sorry that I haven't blogged in a while. I was sooooo tired. Pooped. Cuz working 2 jobs does that to you. Nothing exciting happened. Mommy and Daddy are home now. I got some nifty rugby stuff - cool ass newspaper articles.
Stupid stupid stupid asthma. Stupid stupid stupid crazy hot weather. Making it all hard for me to breathe. Damn you all! I stay inside and look out the window and wish I could be out in the yard enjoying the weather. Maybe knitting or enjoy a book? No such luck. Supposedly we are supposed to get some big ass thunder storms soon. Bitchin'! Meh!
But can you believe it is almost July? Can you believe how June has flown by? I sure can't. July means my birthday which means exciting! But which also means that I must work on my birthday. Poopytown.
I managed to burn myself on one of the heat lamps at the hospital but not nearly as bad as I burned myself on the hotplate holder. Sizzle goes my hand!
Some people are dumb. Some people are reaaaaallllly dumb. That is what I learned today.
There are little mushrooms in the yard! I want to make pictures of them cuz they are so neat! Maybe I do it tonight before the grass gets cut. That would be swell. I will brave the heat for my photographic endeavors.
In knitting news, I finished Dan's hat and have to still do some finishing stuff on it (blocking, tightening up the joins) and then it will be ready to send off. It would have taken me a lot short time to finish it had I not been so tired at night. I am not a very good knitter when I am tired. The next project is a hat for Sworva Jean and leg warmers for me. Mr. Pecky has also requested a hat and that is in the cue as well. Oh man do I freaking love to knit. Does it show?
I got to play beer pong after a long dry spell. Pete came home and brought my surrogate other big brother John with him. John and I played the pong but I lost 3 games in a row. John has an unfair height advantage you see. A very unfair height advantage. Poopy? I dunno. The knitting blog will be update once the hat is finished for reals. TTFN.

Freakin' A I was cute! This is me in 3rd grade. I found this picture when I was cleaning my desk last winter. I didn't know I was such a cutie.
So an update on my arm. Its gotten nastier since all the skin peeled off the burn. Now its all red and angry looking. It doesn't feel nice either. In the cafeteria they have set up heat lamps over the hot food and I just know before the summer is out I am going to burn the shit out of some part of me on one of those lamps. Its going to happen its just a matter of when.
I am enjoying my vacation from the parentals. I broke a bowl this evening. Too bad it wasn't on purpose and it was a nice bowl. But still! Haha!
I've been trying to a work on the hat I am knitting for my love but I am so pooped when I come home from work every night. Plus double pointed needles can be really annoying to work with. I also wanted to take pictures tonight of some of the pretty flowers growing outside but I didn't make it out of there till 8ish and the light was going so pictures wouldn't have worked very well. We gots fuschias and then the wild flowers up near the woods. All just begging to have a photo snapped of them. Sorry I can't oblige yet.
I miss everyone from school. I want the summer to go by fast so I can go back and have crazy fun again. Its not enough to talk to y'all on the internets or in some cases the cellularized telephone. I need to see yous. Wisconsin is boring. For serious. RIT isn't. For serious. Miss y'all so much. Oh Miss Edwards? I miss your patootie too. Like woah. Why you gots to be in Jersey? Oh we miss you so much here.

What the hell did I do to myself?


That right there is what working at the hospital has done to me. Burned the shit out of my arm. Notice how the burns keep getting worse and worse? The first one you can barely see, it was no big deal. The second one is starting to fade but damn was it painful. The third one? OWIE!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS REALLY HURTS!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!! WHEN THEY SAY "HOT PLATE" THEY MEAN HOT FUCKING PLATE!!!!!! And it only starts to look worse the more it heals. On my other arm, I have the place where they gave me my TB test and where they drew blood. Not quite as nasty looking but definately ouchie.
Working at the hospital is insulting my intelligence. "Oh my, you catch on quick." Grrrrrrrrrr. I've picked up some more hours so I will be spending most of my life there for the rest of June. Working in nutrition services must be why some people turn to drink.
So I am alone. Mom and Dad have gone on their big anniversary trip. The name of the game is to decide what mischief to cause. Eating off the good dishes is a must. Some have suggest setting fire to certain parts of the house. I will not live to see my 20th birthday if that happens. Wow and that's like a month away. Wowie! I'm gonna be so old!
Its so weird being by myself. Thank goodness Sworva is coming to stay. I came home from work last night all lonely and such cuz I knew the house would be empty. Le sigh.

hehe. I am all a titter. Daddy came home all tipsy! hehe!
Here are a few things that you need to know: (after all I am in the blogging mood)
- I burned myself at work. Owie.
- I miss my love. A lot.
- My love's is coming along swimingly! Swell! Fabulous!
- Working at the hospital sucks. Alot.
- Working at Sharp doesn't.
- I've finished another book.
- I would love if you people commented on my blog. Cuz I just like hearing what y'all have to say.

The end.

A craptastical day back at Sharp Photo. Infortunately, I did not get the pleasure of viewing any amateur porn. But it was kinda weird being back. A lot of stuff changed but one thing hasn't - the customers are still surly.
In knitting news, I have begun my love's hat. It is interesting to knit on double pointed needles. I miss my love. A lot.
Tomorrow I do not have to work at either the photo lab or the hospital so I think I am going to relax. Hopefully do something outside. Get some knitting done. I'm sorry I'm so boring. But I had the urge to blog.

for you

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

Awww yeah bitches.
Mary has 2 jobs! I went to visit at Sharp Photo and they were all "We mis you Mary! Come work!" and I was all "Ok." I am mucho happy. I was trying to figure out how to support my knitting habit.
Working at the hospital isn't so bad. It took me a day to master my position and now they've decided to train me on something else too. Oooohhhhh! The excitement! My favorite part is setting up trays for the 4th floor. Thats where the crazies are. They get plastic silverware.
Mommy and I visited the Flower Farm yesterday. We had to go way down Highway 93. It looks like someone vomitted orange cones and road construction equipment on that stretch of highway, there is so much road construction. But what would a Wisconsin summer be without road construction? I got some new shorts and stuff yesterday as well. This was a good thing as I had been lacking in that department.
Summer reading update: I am reading up a storm. I finished The Broker and have deemed it one of the shittiest books I've ever read. I'm almost finished with Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. He's the guy who wrote The DaVinci Code. Angels and Demons is just as titillating. I don't know what I am going to read next. I'm sorry y'all have to read this drivel. I know my life is pretty boring. Bitch me out in the comments. I love to hear what ya have to say.
By the way - did you know that there is now a knitting blog? I suggest you all go visit and take a peek at the wavy scarf. It is a sight to behold.

It is saturday morning and I am up entirely too early. I was planning on sleeping in as late as possible. However, life seldom goes according to plan.
My brother is home. This is weird for me. The last time I saw him it was in Febuary and it was for about 5 minutes. I needed a plunger and he had the closest one. I was not too interested in seeing my big brother. I was more interested in getting ahold of a plunger.
Today I think I will atempt to clean my room and finish unpacking. Have I mentioned lately that I miss some people? One person in particular. I was all boohooing yesterday. God, I'm such a girl.
I am really not looking forword to starting work. I wish Sharp Photo would call and be all, "We miss you Mary! We so underappreciated you! Come back to us! We'll give you all the hours you want and we'll give you a really big raise!" Oh man that would be sweet.
Yesterday I knew I was truly home when, as I was sitting in the car waiting for my mom outside the clinic, a gentlemen clad all in black (black jeans, black shirt, black COWBOY HAT, black COWBOY BOOTS) waddled up to the front door, disappeared inside and reappeared moments later. I watched his progress and smiled to myself. "I am truly home," I thought.
Current read: The Broker By John Grisham. Its pretty good so far. Less of a legal thriller than Grisham used to write, more in the style of Robert Ludlam. The CIA is chasing somebody and all that goodness. I don't know what is next up. Mommy gave me a whole pile of books to read. I am itching to get through them.
To you like my new long posts? I find summer more condusive to blogging. Yay!

Home is where your toliet is!
I am home. It feels weird. I can't quite explain why. I miss RIT. I miss my love. I miss Erin and all the rest. I have to wait 3 months before I get to play rugby or beer pong with my peeps again. Enough of being emotastic!
This summer I will be working at Sacred Heart Hospital in nutrition services as a nutrition services aide. This is a fancy word for washing dishes and preparing trays. Yay! Why is Mary not working at Sharp? You ask. Well, Sacred Heart will pay me more! But I will try and get in some hours at everyone's favorite photo lab so I can get my amater porn fix.
In knitting news! I have almost finished the wavy scarf. A long car ride is very condusive to knitting. Next I make a hat for my love. Hopefully I can get another project going too. I need to finance my yarn habit (among other things) this summer. Most exciting of all I get to see Sworva Jean tonight!!!!! I can't wait. I have missed her. My darling brother is coming home this weekend. I don't think I've missed him too much. Although it is quite amusing to drunk dial him.
Current summer read: I am rereading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams - y'all need to suggest some summer reads for me. That would be supa fly!

I am done. With. school. Wowie. It feels weird. Yet I am still stuck in Crotchester. Oh well.
I thought I would change things up a bit. You like?
Eau Claire kiddies: I'll be home for shizzure May 24. You know you wanna hang out with me.
So that's about it for now. Enjoy.

I just looked out my window to see a random person walking on stilts. Weird?
No, its normal here. Like trenchcoats, capes, and wizard hats.

Shudder.

A pretty new picture is up. Go take a peek.
Ben Harper is magical. He can do all kinds of stuff with his own two hands. World peace. Cleaning up the earth. Wow. Let Ben Harper be an example to you all.

The rugby season is over. I shed a tear. I got to HOOK yesterday! I was a HOOKER! A DIRTY LITTLE HOOKER!! Mmmm but I do have a favorite hooker....hehe

I have this bruise on my thigh that showed up this morning. I have no idea where it came from. Somebody better tell me...
School is almost over. I don't know what I am going to do with myself this summer. Do a lot of knitting hopefully.
I have ballroom dancing in a bit. So far I can foxtrot, tango, cha cha, swing, waltz, meringe, and hustle. In the latin class after I have learned the salsa, the samba, and some others but I can't remember them because all the latin dances seem the same. I have the best dance partner in the world. :)
Rugby is almost over. I am sad.

I'm sorry I haven't posted for awhile. I am a bad person. Shhhh...you don't have to tell me.
But I did post something new to my photoblog. I hope you enjoy it. Really there has not been much going on with me besides school and rugby. I have bruises all over my legs.
I totally stayed awake for an entire movie last night. This does not happen very often.
Oh man. This week we are starting real live biomed photo stuff this week. High mag photography. Yeaaaaah. Microscopes n' shit. That's how I roll.

YO
Immaculate Perception has been updated with the coolest picture you will ever see. So sayeth Mary.

Here's a little story for y'all. Does it relate to rugby? Yes! Okey dokey...
Yesterday was a typical spring day in Rochester, NY: rain, wind and miserable. The guys' rugby team was supposed to scrimmage the University of Rochester. However, apparently the pussy bitches at U Roch cannot play in the rain. So they forfeited. But to further drive home my point. The girls' team (my team yo) had a scrimmage that evening. The weather had not gotten any better but we went and played anyway. Of course we were scrimmaging ourselves...but STILL. We rule that much.

Rugby! Is! My! Life!
So ya know...ruck me, maul me, make me scrum.

Stuff has really been looking up as of late. Rochester has finally allowed spring to arrive and the snow has melted mostly away. Today it is sunny outside. It truely seems like Easter.

I am knitting myself a very pretty spring scarf. And now that it is spring I need to go outside and take pictures of y'all so I can have some more stuff for my photoblog.

Rugby! In the snow! Yay!
Play rugby in the snow. It is the funnest.
Mary feels like smiling again.

Beware the ides of March.

Rugby is good times. Happy hour on friday night...I drank a bit past my limit. It was interesting.
I finished a scarf for my buddy TK. I will post pictures later.
I think I need to take a nap and then do some knitting. Possibly some reading for human bio? I don't know. I'll see where the afternoon takes me.
I have some bruises whose origin I am not sure of. Oh noes.

Happiness

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Me and Sworva Jean. Miss ya babe.

Modest Mouse was 10 kinds of awesome. It was lovely to see my ladies as well. But you already know that.

Let's talk about one of my passions....

I have bought yarn and cast on 42 stitches for my new project. However attempting to purl is giving me fits. I'm not so great at it. At one point I had it mastered but I am quite rusty now. So it is a challenge. I hope I don't have to rip out and start over again. I have done this once before. It annoys me. I have (had) this thing with my knitting projects. I am scared to do things that are challenging because I am afraid I will have to start over and over again. I figured I had to stop that because that is no way to be a knitter. So I am doing this scarf because it is a challenge - I am not so great at purling. I am also going to do this project with minimal help from my mom. As soon as I get the hang of purling again. Tomorrow Mommy and I are going to the Cities. We are visiting a yarn shop and other shops too. I am in search of a needle case holder thingie. I need one cuz Mommy is sending me back to school with every size needle ever from Granma's stash of needle's. I am most excited.

Been cleaning my room. My desk is clean so I can set up my compy and type my little heart out there. It makes me happy. I have also cleaned out much crap from many places. I also didn't realize that I had so many clothes that I did not wear or had been saving for some odd reason. I feel FREE of my clutter!!! FREE!!! All that is left to tackle is my closet...oh dear lord.

I have pain in my heart. I can't make it go away.
Like, I feel all broken inside and I feel like because I've been broken inside so many times that I can't put the pieces back together anymore. I don't understand why things can't just be the way I want them to be. Like I want to feel whole again but there is this gaping hole and its sucking everything into it so fast that I can't fix it. I wonder when things get to go right for me? Right in the way I want them too. I know I shouldn't be waiting around but I can't help but wait because there is nothing better to do. There is nothing there anymore to spark me or keep me going like there used to be. I feel blank. Maybe it's better off if I just stopped caring?
I know its come back. I felt really really good for a too short a period of time. I felt strong and invincible. Now I feel weak and small. I can't remember when I last felt good before then. I wanna feel good again but I don't know if I can do it.

And that's what's been bothering me.

Bjork, with her soaring voice, lifts me up even when I am feeling my lowest of lows.



Last final today.

Lookit what my next knitting project is going to be!!! It 10 kinds of awesomeness!
I made a a play list for my ipod for the plane ride home. It makes me excited to go home. I only have one final left. I get excited.
Home will be super duper awesome. Cuz this place is starting to make me all funny in the head. Plus I get to go to a Modest Mouse concert!!!!
Also I have posted to your favorite photo blog and you know what would make me very happy? If you kids commented.
Remember Febuary 23 EC airport. My arrival.

I forgot! You must also see this hotness!!!

I did some tweaking and now my spring quarter shedule is full of hotness! Oh hells yes. Spring quarter is going to be sweeeeeet.

Ouchie!

Remember that story I told you about my pinky nail doing all that damage? Well here is said damage, live and in color. I hope you enjoy.

Thank you for those who have commented on my pictures. For the rest of you who have looked at them but have not commented, what the fuck? No really, what the fuck?
I have much to do this weekend. Studying, final projects to finish. But I have taken time out from my busyness to give y'all an update on my happenings.
Friday morning my pinky nail did serious damage to my hand as I managed to slash the area below my thumb quite severly with said pinky nail. It is a nasty looking gash that looks as if something much worse than a pinky nail could have inflicted such damage.
Friday was also the day I recieved my Valentine's cheese box from Mommy and Daddy. It thrilled me to bit because y'all know how much I loves cheese. The cheese tastes MARVELOUS by the way.
I am going to be releasing my anger this spring via rugby. Apparently, according to those who will not be named, I have much anger to be released. I will just pretend my opponent is him. I digress. I am very excited about rugby as I will be playing with my posse. We are all living together next year so we are doing this to bond. Plus playing in the mud is fun.
I am much looking forword to Spring Break. (And Modest Mouse!!!!!!) Remember EC kiddies: Febuary 23, 11PM, EC Airport. That is when I arrive and thus you should welcome me appropriately.

It is almost midnight. I don't know how long I've been knitting for but it has been a long time. You see, knitting is like crack. It is highly addictive. Sometimes you spend lots of money on it. But I love it. I would never stop.
Check out my photoblog. Its the hizzy fa shizzy. I put up a new picture. Its what my tuition dollars have allowed me to do.

"No...I want a fucking Range Rover." - some kid I heard today, talking on his cell phone. It was amusing.

Sickness! Why do you taunt me so? Especially when I have much work to do???
It sucks to run out of tampons.
So things are going much better. My only problem is that I really need some self-esteem boosters at the moment. Like it would be nice if SOMEONE ANYONE commented on my photos on the photo blog. Is that much of a hint? But I don't know what to do to make myself feel good. Right now, I feel like everything I do sucks. There is a scholarship I can apply for, but I don't know if I want to waste my time with it. I feel like nothing I've done so far this year is worthwhile. Because nothing ever turns out like I want it. Even relationships. Ugh.
Just a reminder that I will be home FEBUARY 23. You Eau Claire kids should keep me entertained, ya hear?

I don't want to be lonely.

Lately I have been sleeping a lot. Too much I think. Sleep has become for me someting I do when I get upset. Since today was kind of icky (Cagers in the Photo building being bitches) all I feel like doing is sleeping. This is a problem. I get bored with life. So I sleep.

Well my dream has come true thanks to Sarah E.! I have created for myself a photoblog. So far there is very little on it. I don't have many pictures on my compy quite yet even though most things I do for school are done digitally. I haven't been taking many pictures for fun either because its shitty out. We had a blizzard yesterday, the likes of which is never seen in Wisconsin. Outside my window. the quad is pristine, covered in a blanket of white. I dread walking to class tomorrow. Maybe my profs will cancel class. That would be AWESOME.
Things are going well despite recent events. I keep forgetting that when bad things happen to me, I always triumph. ALWAYS. I can't let this new thing rule. I have to do what's best for me and I know where I belong now and who my real friends are. Anyway...I picked up some yarn and needles on Friday (I got off campus wooohooo!) and I have reignited the fire in me that is knitting. So I making scarfes for the silly boys on the floor who have none. Sarah McK. and I have stitch 'n bitch and we usually force Justin into crafting it up too. We got him to do some macrame. Today I feel like being lazy. I think I will get a photoshop tutorial out of the way and maybe do some reading for philosophy - though I doubt that will happen. The big goal though is to write letters to Kraft Foods and French's mustard people to tell them how much I enjoy their products. Hopefully this will make them see that they need to send me free things. Especially Kraft. Because whoa nelly, I can't get enough of that Pasta Pronto stuff. It's delightful!
Sooooo here is my photoblog Immaculate Perception if anyone can think of a better name please do so. I don't think anyone gets the play on words except me and Sworva. Also don't hesitate to comment and tell me how much I suck. I would love to hear what you have to say and then get the opourtunity to put a voodoo curse on you.

Big test tomorrow. How will I do? We shall see. Studying all week better pay off.
By the way...have you seen my photo blog? (Thanks Sarah E)
It sucks right now but I'm working on it
http://tohellwithme.blogspot.com

Much has happened since my last post. Most of it I don't want to talk about. All I can say is, I can't wait for the quarter to be over.
In fact, I really need the weekend right about now. Normally I am not much of a drinker. But this is one of those weekends when I feel like getting trashed. So thats what I'm going to do.
I really need to be remotivated photo-wise. I am getting so discouraged with Biomed Photo. Suppon being such a hard core photo teacher and working at Sharp for three years have really put me a head of the game. The only thing thats really kind of new to me this year is working on photo shop and working in the studio. But I was talking to Megan T today and she was saying how in her class a recent grad came in to talk about whats she's been doing and that that really made her feel motivated about photo again. I could really use something like that right now. We all have to do a self assignment and I'm really excited about mine, I start shooting it friday. So thats one thing. I don't know. I thinks stuff thats been going on and the ugly winter weather thats got me down. Cuz I can't just go out and shoot pictures to make myself feel better like I used to when the weather is this shitty.
But I do have a digital SLR out for tomorrow's studio session....maybe we'll play tonight.

In other news, for all you kids who've been longing to see me...I will be back in town Feb 23. I will be flying into the EC airport this time so I will expect a whole mess of people at the gate. The flight gets in at 10:50 PM. Be there.

I want to know how to make a photo blog. It would be super fly awesome.
Lazy saturday afternoon. Gotta take some pictures at some point. Why the hell am I so hungry. Arrggg. String cheese is not cutting it.

I loooove fridays. On friday I only have one class and that class is only one hour and then I am done. Wahoo!
It is my firm belief that philosophy is impossible to read. It is just gibberish. Which is why I don't read the reading assignments for my philosophy class. Because it is gibberish. There is a lot of reading I must do but I don't do it. I get assigned a lot of shit to read. Its just not cool! Damn you phonics!
Mommy would not be happy if she heard me say that. Lets keep a secret between you and me, ok?

My blog is so pretty now!
Its a new year!
I got a manicure thingie for christmas and I was playing with it yesterday. Now my thumbnail looks all jagged. It was too powerful for me! It got out of control! Its tragic.
Who gets to go to church twice in one day? I do! I love it! Oh yeah!
I go back to school tomorrow. I didn't get to see all the people I wanted to and now I probably won't get to see them till summer because I have "spring break" at the end of winter. Its crazy!
I just realized how happy exclamation points look.

I got tired of the dark colors and such. You like?

So. I am home.
I love and hate being home. Love because I get to sleep in my bed and take showers without shoes. Hate because I have to face the fact that my mother is not completely back to normal. When I am at school I can ignore her every health crisis. But when I am at home it is in my face all the time. I had to deal with my mother's health all through high school. I can't do it any more. I think I am allowed that. Its just one thing after another. Why can't she be healthy for once?

I am tired of being sick. I have been sick forever. Goodness. I am tragic.
Saturday I get to come home. It will be wonderful.
I hate critiques with a fiery passion. The way my prof conducts does not make them productive or worth my while at all. Nobody ever says anything in them. Cuz everybody is tired of looking at pictures by the time it is time to turn them in. Uggghhh.
I'm spent.

My crotch itches hardcore.
Ick.

I am back at RIT. Much too soon for my taste. No one is here except for the foreign dude, the weird girl with the homemade tattoo and Miss T. Miss T is the first human I have talked to in many hours.
I miss my boy.
I was actually happy to be back because my dad was driving me crazy. See Daddy talks a lot and he has an opinion about everything. He states his political opinion very loudly and obnoxiously and he dominates meal time conversation.
THERE IS NO FOOD TO EAT AND NO DINING HALL IS OPEN!!!!

What to do? I could go to bed early but I will only wake up early. I could do M&P stuff but I was planning on being a bad ass this week and skipping lab. Cuz its monday at 8 AM and that is no way to start the new quarter. Besides its Professor Evil Bitch Woman this week. I don't need bad juju coming my way so early in the morning.
I wish more people were back to entertain me.
I hope this year I get to enjoy Christmas. I probably won't. People get so jacked up for it and I don't understand what the big hooha is all about.
Meh.

I finished. Thank god.
I just have to take my M&P final tonight and then I can veg the rest of the week untill my final on friday. Hurray hurray.

Quick tip for y'all: if you're having trouble with a project and you keep fucking up no matter how hard you try to do it right, talk to your prof about it. But make sure you cry. That gets you an extentsion. It makes the rest of your week hell, but it gets you an extentsion.

The end of the quarter at RIT. It fills me with joy. I have a huge project due Thursday that involved the Zone system (fuck you ansel adams) and using the view camera. But I managed to fuck up both of those concepts so many times, I have to reshoot. Thus, I get an extension. See above scenario for more information.
I enjoy school for the most part. I just don't enjoy the end of the quarter. Being an art student has its advantages. I don't have to write silly java programs. I can spend hours and hours in a darkroom.
I just wannna go home.
I wanna go home to a place where no one makes fun of the way that I talk and I get to drink real milk. I can take a shower without having to wear flip flops. It will be good. For about a week. Then I have to come right back here again. Its funny how first instead of here I wrote home. I'm confused about where home is. It feels like both places but more and more at RIT.

Wow.
Has it been awhile?
Yes. It has.
I don't update as often as I should because I am lazy. The end of the quarter is almost here and I really need for it to be done. I am going to be working my booty off in the coming weeks to get projects and such finished. I can't wait. I just wanna sleep.
Remember back when I thought myself a mini-gangster? I am truly one know. I was shot in the ass this week. Someone busted a cap in my ass yo.
Owie. It does hurt no matter what they say.

WHEEEEEE!
I don't have a lot to say because not much has been happening that I want to write about.
So I don't write.
Because RIT is boring.
But this coming weekend won't be cuz its parent's weekend!!!!! I get to dooo stuff and go places with my parents! And I don't have to eat cafeteria food! Hurray!

Another friday night with nothing to do. Oh poor me. It's chilly outside. Smartie left her fall jacket and sweaters packed away with her winter stuff. It would be a good idea to get at that stuff this weekend. Hence the reason I am attempting to do work on a Friday night. So I can be lazy the rest of the weekend.
I am not writing about Seth for the record.
Whoooo! I have a paragraph done of my paper. Listening to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs makes it all the more easy. It is very difficult to write a paper that is only a page long. Some people have to write even longer papers. One page is the hardest I think. How is one supposed to include all of one's thoughts in one page?
Did you know? The dorms are overcrowded. Fish C2 has a lounge with couches and a TV but now we don't have that anymore. People are moving in to it. They had people living in the RIT Inn (some of which is devoted to housing for students) but the whole thing was full of students so now they are trying to move them out. That means moving them into our lounge. I am sad.

Procrastination is the name of the game.
I should be doing my color stuff for my design class but I have from 4 till 5 to do it. Besides I have lemonade! I should sit by my window and gaze at my cactus and enjoy my lemonade. Instead I am updating. I know you all are just itching to know how life is at RIT so I will tell you.
It's fine.
There are things about this campus that I have not noticed before. Tiny little details. I went for a coffee run break from homework walk with someone from my floor yesterday. He claimed there was a Japanese garden somewhere on campus and that he would show me. I was aware of the existence of this place but as of then had not been able to locate it. Surprise surprise the location of the Japanese garden is right next to the front entrance of a building I enter practically everyday. It is just well hidden you see. Today upon leaving class I looked and could see one of the sculputures in the garden. I wonder why I have never noticed it before.
My roommate and I bought a cactus. His name is Charlie. He bites so watch out.
Somehow I scraped the top of my foot yesterday and I cannot recall how it happened. This irks me. Am I loosing my memory? I fear I might be suffering from memory gappage. Oh no!
My design teacher told us to take speed last week because this week we have a critique and will go the full 3 hours for class. (6 to 9PM yuck) I just gotta visit my local speed dealer.
So thats every little thing. I hope you enjoyed it.

I am listening to "Kate" by Ben Folds. It is a song that has the power to make me deliriously happy. I would like to be Kate one day.
I am going to crash the Socialist meeting tonight. It will be a party. Ha ha. We are hoping that Commies give out free food.
Bjork is on my frige. Y'all are jealous.

I got back in the darkroom for the first time in a long time on Tuseday. It was so wonderful to smell that nasty fixer smell again and to fool around with contrast and time control. I just can't explain it...working in a darkroom makes me so happy. But it also can be really draining too because I put so much effort into what I'm doing. I think though, that despite all that, its totally worth it. I really want to go out and shoot for fun this weekend. I have been itching to do so for a really long time. I think the last time my camera and I had one on one time was when I was in Germany. I just want to say for the record that if at midnight, I can't contain myself, and I must take a picture or I will die, that in a dorm, subjects abound. People are doing silly things at midnight. That makes me happy too. I think photography is almost like heroin for me. I need my fix and I need it now. It just doesn't leave annoying track marks.

I am putting Justin Timberlake on my Ipod and waiting for Mike to get ready so we can do laundry.
I love my dorm. The boys are really sweet computer nerds (mostly IT majors) who get hard ons when you have a problem with your computer. For instance: my roommate's computer kept freezing the first week we were here and she had practically half the floor asking her if they could fix it. It was equivalent to me walking around topless or something.
RIT is a paradise for artists and computer geeks. I'm also happy that I haven't seen any hippies. (like one would at UW-Madison...) Allow me to gloat further, while all of you out there still have this whole semester to slave away in class, I have a mere nine weeks before I have finals, a break and then a new set of classes. The quarter system is god. So that means that the next time I will be home will be Thanksgiving. Lots of people went home with weekend and it made me feel kind of sad because I have no home nearby to go to. Sure, I have my cousins' house but it's not really home. Home is where my cat steps on my bladder and I can poop on my own toliet. I'm not really homesick or anything. I like RIT, I want to stay here. I just wish I didn't have to count the days till I get to see my parents again.
It's a beautiful day. Too bad I'm going to spend it underground. Why can't the laundry rooms be outside? That would be stupid because they would be buried in snow.
But life is good. I have conquered the unknown. I know what my classes are like and I can handle them. Yup.

I have just decided (probably because I live in a dorm full of boys) that having blood come out your vagina is the most disconcerting thing in the world.

Ladies and gentlemen, we now 1000 reasons not to vote for Bush.

First day of classes was yesterday. Sometimes RIT really confuses me. You see, AP credits have worked to my advantage and I am now 1 quarter (RIT is on the quarter system) ahead of everyone else in my program. I could do one of two things: take liberal arts this year and then begin to work on my upper level elective requirements next year finally culminating in graduating a quarter early thus busting my ass for two years for a quarter less of work or I can not take liberal arts this year and concentrate on my core classes, such as Materials and Processes of Photography which has the potential to really kick my ass. Which would you do? That's what I thought.

Life is better. I'm not freaking out. At least not right now.
Thank you College Board. Because of you and the gods of scoring, I got to drop two classes. Now, all I have are photo related classes this quarter. No liberal arts, no first year enrichment. Its all good. Now I have wed and friday free. And I have time to eat dinner on Mondays. This is nice. Thus far, I think I can handle stuff.
I'm doing better and I have a support system in place. I can handle this. Being this far away and dealing with what happened to my mom, especially not being with her every second.
Cindy (my cousin) broke it down real nice for me - I get to see them once a month this fall. (Then I have to con them into visists for the winter/spring) Haha.

I just wanted to let y'all know that I got my shit sorted out today. I will be ok.
It was tough saying good bye to my parents especially after all we went through this summer. But I did it. And I just have to keep reminding myself that they are only a phone call away.

guess wher I am? At RIT of course.
And I am freaking out.
The convocation is going on right now but I am skipping it because my paretns will be here shortly to pick me up.
I don't know if I want to stay here yet or if I can handle it or what. I am ok when I not by myself.
Damnit I need kleenex. What am I supposed to do? It's so scary. Sometimes I just want to go home.

guess wher I am? At RIT of course.
And I am freaking out.
The convocation is going on right now but I am skipping it because my paretns will be here shortly to pick me up.
I don't know if I want to stay here yet or if I can handle it or what. I am ok when I not by myself.
Damnit I need kleenex. What am I supposed to do? It's so scary. Sometimes I just want to go home.

That last post had some trouble with itself. I don't have a lot to say. I spent the day in the cities with my parents. I tried unsuccessfully to buy a lightmeter. The dude at National Camera mumbled a lot and I ended up walking out with this student discount thing Mamiya which, upon further surveying, is too much of a bitch to take advantage of. As nice as it would be to get the meter with all the bells and whistles at half price, it is not worth the hastle.
I did enjoy pushing my mother around the big mall in her wheel chair. I also liked giving people dirty looks when they stared or didn't get out of the way fast enough. We were fast moving ladies today. But it is hard pushing a wheel chair across carpeting. I wonder how many calories I burned doing that....
We went to dinner and I had the biggest assed meal I've had in a loooong time. I ate a little bit of everything. My mom and I ordered pie for desert thinking it would be an easy split. NOT SO. The "slice" (if you can call it that) was bigger than my face. It was probably a third of the pie. But it was a good meal and I was thankful to share it with my parents.
My life is pretty mundane right now. I take care of my mom, I work, I read Harry Potter cuz its the only that can keep me sane. By the way, Harry Potter, if you are out there, thanks for keeping me sane the week before I left for Germany. That was a tough week. I had to look at my mom unconscious everyday in the hospital but at least I didn't have to battle Lord Voldemort.

Hey! I am back in a big way and stuff. Back on an American keyboard that is. See on a German keyboard the y and the z are switched. That messed me up and now it feels weird to type either letter.
For all you Harry Potter fans out there....Harry and the Potters
Just what I always wanted, a band that sings about Harry Potter!
So news on my Mama and then we talk about Germany.
Mama is home with me now. She was in the hospital a very long time. But now she is home and back to her sassy self. Bossing me around and whatnot. It is good that she is home. I am happy. It was quite a contrast from when I left and saw my mother for the last time (she was in CCU, unconscious, all hooked up to tubes) to when I went to see her right after I got off the bus last wednesday. (My mother except with a little oxygen thingie in her nose and wearing a hospital gown.) For a while, I was considering putting RIT on hold. But if I can leave for 3 weeks and have her get better, then I can do the same for a school year.
Germany
Germany was a very good time. I don't have any good stories except for the one where I was in a car accident or the one where I went to a foam party at a disco or the one where I peed in the woods or the one where I fell in love with a pair of shoes. But you can all hear them another time. My host family was nice and stuff. I have yet to write to them to tell them I have arrived home safely and whatnot. Writing to Germans takes mad energy even if I do it in English.
I hope all you kids are having a nice summer. If anyone wants to hang out for a short period of time (I have to be around for my mom yo) then lemme know. Ok!

I'M COMING HOME TOMORROW!
I am so excited. Sarah P your suggestion about pie and Osseo sounds divine. I will get back late tomorrow but the morning is prime. I will call.
I can't wait to get back and drive my own car and take a dump whenever I want and not have a creepy German dude (my partner's brother) coming in to my room all the time to do shit knows what on the comp. I don't have to go to school anymore, I can work (and get my pics processed) and I get to see all of you kids. With all of my bitching, I really have enjoyed my time in Germany. I've had a lot of fun and seen a lot of things. I just wish I could have enjoyed it more. My heart was always with my mother and sometimes I just wanted to fly home and be with her. Now my time here is done and I get to do that tomorrow. I am trying to erase the image I have stuck in my head of her hooked up to a breathing machine, unconscious, eyes closed, in the CCU. It's fucking scary but it's all I have. Right now, I have the picture Katja took of me and her in Chicago in my head. She is happy and smiling and wearing a purple sweater. That makes me happy.
Tonight there is a farewell grill out. Katja and I (and others) are going to the grocery store after to school to buy 'alcoholic beverages' (as she put it) because after (the party is 100% Alkohol frei) we are going to a park with the others and getting trashed. Sounds like a farewell to me!
I will miss some things...like Katja and appel wine, and soccer games in sports bars named sports bar, and carbonated appel juice, and milk and honey lotion. Those are mostly material things. What matters most to me right now is getting home to my family and friends.

fucking katja's needs the computer so this will be quick.
All tubes have been removed from my Mom and she has been moved to a rehab facility in Osseo. Fucking Osseo. But there she can get one on one care and work on her breathing. I don't know when she will be home but it probably won't be when I get home. That is by the way this wednesday. Late. Hopefully we will have no problems. I have a whole list of stuff to do when I get home. While I have enjoyed my time in Germany, this was the shittiest time to go. I think I might have had more fun if my mother wasn't in the condition is in. If this is how I feel on another continent, how will I feel in September 900 miles away? What if she never recovers fully? I'm not sure I even want to go to RIT anymore. Shut up Mary.

shouting out from 'school'
I'm in school right now, if you can call it that. I go to school with my partner but I don't actually attend classes. I wanted to go to English this morning but HerrF demanded a meeting. I don't really care. I'm so bored. These computers are bitches like the ones at MHS and won't let you check your email. I will live. I hope we are doing something cool tonight. We don't do much like I said. We have 9 days untill it is time to go back. Class is boring because they talk in German and fast and with words I don't know. So I zone out. Then I nod off and feel bad for nodding off.
The fact that there are cigarette vending machines and that I spend time in bars has in combination made me start to smoke. Kind of. So you crazy kids at the Drive In aren't the only ones. We can smoke at school but Liebham is here now so we gots to be careful.
My hair is almost long enough to pull back. Coffe and ice cream is good together. So is milk and honey lotion. I like that shit a lot. It makes me smell good. I like stuff. My wrist bone sticks out. Alot. Thats weird.

Shouting out from the fatherland yo.
Coming home at 4AM from the disco doesn't agree with me. I'm taking a much needed break from my exchange partner this evening. She's doing something with her boyfriend. I was invited but when they are together they ignore me. Whateva!
Donna - here is what Germans think of Bush: I saw a magazine in my host family's house that had Bush's face on the front surrounded by those prision pictures with a headline that said he was morally bankrupt. I wish I could speak German as well as I can read it. Also a drunk man in a bar asked if I was an American and then told me that Bush is an asshole. All I had to say was, 'Ich weiss.' (I know.)
I like hanging out with Amis (Americans) better than Germans. They speak English and that's nice.
Meine mutter is viel besser. Her breathing tube has been removed and she has been moved from CCU to Immediate Care. Which is good.
Y'all, I'll be home on the 30th. I can't wait to see you and use a normal American keyboard. Peace out.

They have tiramisu candy in Germany. Deutschland really is the land of milk and honey. Or beer and chocolate. I had to cut short my update today because I was suddenly really tired. It was 2AM but I wasn't really aware. But here is what I have been doing. My host family is very nice. The parents speak english with me which I don't like. I guess it is fine in the first few days. Oh well. We will see what happens when we come back from Austria. Even when they speak to me in English I answer in German. I'm not expecting to carry on a long conversation with them, I don't have the skills yo. I guess as I get more comfortable here I will be ok. We leave for Austria tomorrow for five days while some of the Germans take a huge ass test called Das Abitur. So glad I am not German. It essentially decides if they pass or fail high school and can then get into college. That was today's fun fact kids! A couple of nights ago we went to a bar called Peanuts. It is for teenagers or whatnot but mostly people not old enough to buy hard liquor go there (16 for beer, 18 for hard liquor) who also want to be badass. However if are under 18 you must leave at midnight. So snap. I think that Germany's best kept alcoholic secret is apfelweine or appel wine. Damn. Uh huh. Tonight is some kind of rock party. Tom Zimppel and I suggested music for it because they wanted to know what is popular in America but we didn't know. We said things like Fishbone, Steve Miller Band, The Doors, and Jethro Tull. Tom is also famous among the peanuts crowd cuz he got stinking drunk.
In other news....
For those who care...My mother breathed for 3 hours by herself a while ago. I have lost track of the days. The time change is too confusing. She is not being sedated anymore and soon they will take her off the respirator and she will be out of CCU. She wants to eat real food instead of the stuff they have been pumping in through her nose which looks like the worst kind of Slim fast and she wants to read Harry Potter. This last bit tells me she is on the right road. I will probably not have contact with my father while in Austria so she better do super good while I am gone and when I come back she better be ten times better. That is all for now, I am off to party it up German style.

My mother breathed for three hours by herself today. Or where I am, yesterday. I wish that I could be with her. I must party it up however here is Germany. Yesterday, Donna, you will be proud to know that I went to a bar and had some German beer.

here is what is new in my life
momma is sick. she almost died. but i don't know how she is doing.
right now i am in germany in the basement of my host family's house
apparently there is no such thing as seedless grapes in germany.
i'm jet lagged.
bye

Wow...so it has come and gone.
I graduated. It's not like its sad or anything - its just surreal. Like, I've been waiting all year for it to happen and it finally did but I wasn't paying attention. Then I see people I know from school who are younger and I feel like I have to go to class again tomorrow but I don't.
Instead I am drinking rootbeer feeling bad cuz I don't have the guts to write to my german all in german. Cuz I'm afraid she'll think I am a stupid American even tho she says she doesn't care. It seems stupid to write half in english and half in german. I think I will function ok in Germany. My grad party was today and I carried on part of a conversation with someone in germglish. But I survived it. I think I can do three weeks of that.
By the way...the kids who were in my history class are the sweetest. Plus I emailed Mr. B about something and he wrote back and called me "dawg." No.
That is not right.
All y'all who came to my party - it was super awesome of you to come even though I didn't get to hang out with you alot there were many people.
Peace out yo.

Call me Ishmael.

No wait...call me soon to be high school graduate.

It's a little scary but the time is coming fast. Tomorrow is my last day at ye ole memorial and i am glad to say i am not sad about it. (oops i wrote tit instead of it my mind shall always be in the gutter i fear)i have two difficult finals tomorrwo - german (a unit test) and pottery both shall be extremely taxing. just kidding.

I leave for the fatherland in 12 days. I am excited. Sort of. The problem is I never get excited for anything anymore. Maybe I might be a little excited to leave for college but getting on a plane and sitting there for 15 hours does not excite. Yes I get to see dear old Katja again but its no biggie. I'm too blase (is that the right word) about all this stuff. My apathy, I fear, has grown not just from a small infection to a raging tumor.
That is all. When next I write, I shall be finished with public education forever.

Rachel told me to update my blog. So I shall!

The play went really well. It was so good of all you peeps to come see it. It was especially good of you Daddy to come home just to see it. I appreciate it.

So now my life seems strangely empty. I am preparing to travel to the Fatherland (Germany) in June. In preparation I say things that I say out loud in my head in German. Or I practice things I can say to my partner's parents. They apparently don't speak any English. I thought all Europeans did but I guess I am mistaken.

I don't wanna do no homework yo. I am tired of it. Teachers I demand that you stop assigning it!

This is silly. Blogger has gone all changey. Last AP test today! It is psych and I don't care how I do! I don't! I haven't studied nearly as thorougly as I did for History but that doesn't matter. Psych is all vocab and I knows my vocab.

So who's all coming to the play? I'm wearing a sassy red dress in it? In case you need a reminder its thursday and friday at 7:30 in the little theather.

Some hoochie's cell phone just rang. Who would call at 7:26AM?

Did you know I'm graduating? My par-tay is on Memorial day at 2PM. You should come. Really. Please?

I hate money. I have spent more money this week than I did on my N65 that I bought a year ago it feels like. That is the most money I have ever spent in one time. Stupid good ass film! Why you gotta cost so much? I hoard money. I don't like spending it. Wait till I get to college
We got my mom the Asthma is Sexy tshirt from Tshirt hell.om (no hyperlink too lazy) for mother's day. Cuz Momma has asthma.

Ladies and gentlemen 2 out of 3 AP tests have been completed. I would like to talk about how pissed off I am at the College Board for asking silly questions that don't have answers but I can't as I am legally bound not to.
You college kids should all come home now. I miss you all dearly.
Just a reminder....Witness for the Prosecution is Thursday and Friday May 14th and 15th at 7:30PM in the Little Theater. Y'all better be there.

Daddy! Neville spoke about you today! She said you were only able to get into the AP Lit and Comp (which apparently people overslept for) by pure charm! Wow you are the neatest!

By the way did I mention I'm in a play? Witness for the Prosecution will be performed next thursday and friday at times I'm not sure about. I will offer incentive to those who come: I do bad things to Ben Ticknor. That is my character does but who is to say I won't switch out a very important prop? Hint hint

In pottery now. Done with my ugly ass caterpillar.
Jessica Simpson is such a great singer. Mr. Ingersoll would probably make this abomination go away if he were here. For now, the thugs rule the music choice.
First of 3 AP tests tomorrow. Wish me luck yo.

hey everyone should listen to what sarah sez: i'm on crack the play is thursday and friday (13th and 14th) not friday and saturday. i was confused. for a long time.

I got two sad letters today. The first one telling my credit card bill was overdue - i never recieved one I think my mother mistakened it for hers and never gave it to me. The second letter was from RIT. No, they haven't decided to kick me out. (I get a letter from them every week and usually it is nothing to get excited about.) The envelope said orientation on it so I got excited. Sadly no info was to be found about orientation. I thought I had escaped placement testing. Sadly, no. I have to take a MATH PLACEMENT TEST. Just because I have to take two math classes in my third year. Just because the math I have to take is calculus. I'm so sad. I was feeling really smug because I thought I had escaped placement tests. At least I don't have to go out there to take it. I can take it online! Hurray!

In happy news, my grad party will be on Memorial day from 2-5PM. I hope you all can make it. It would be super cool. I might post a copy of my invite. It is super pretty. I worked hard on it. I fiddled with it in photoshop and everything.

This library is cold.

So in my opinion prom was a waste of money. I had a good time dancing....to the songs that are meant to be danced to. I looked hot in my dress though in case any of you care.
The day after prom was hell on earth at work because north, MHS, and Regis all had their proms on the same day. That means everyone had to mulitple rolls of film of people in ass ugly dresses with hair-dos that look all the same and want it in an hour. Made me hate prom even more.

The whatever is starting to come down on me for AP Tests. This time next week, I'll have 2/3 done but still....studying is my new hobby. I'm not even going to bother to attempt to do homework. I don't know what the point of trying for anything higher than a 3 is because that's all I need to get credit, but still, I have a compulsive need to study. I'm only past the War of 1812 in my history review. I've only finished states of consciousness in psych. Good thing I don't need to review for english.
I don't want to think about it. Plus I have hardcore practicing to do for the play, my lines aren't quite memorized and my cockney accent isn't what it should be. Damn. I'll leave off on my complaints and write again when I have something good to say.

Sarah E! Here is my book thang!

from pg 23 line 5 of Beloved

Hidden behind honeysuckle she watched them.

Ohhh!
Trying to study for a psych test and write in blog is amazing feat of magnificence.
Here is my PROM DRESS it is the first one on the top left. Black with pink. I will be so hot. Too bad some people are assholes about prom. Oh well.

peanut butter leaves a lasting impression on your breath and your clothes.

parents are watching the old people movie. yuck.

Ninja carrots! Evil and of doom! Rachel E you are truly diabolical.

Three tests today! I did not study for any of them. I am hardcore smart you see and I don't need to study. I am also a hardcore liar. Except about the smart part.

Look mom I can press the enter button without looking.

So the play is going ok. I expect all of you to be there since it is being preformed May 14 and 15 and college is done by then and you all better be home. (This is a message for my college hommies yo.) Cockney accents are hardcore hard yo. But it is fun to be evil. And sexy evil at that. So if you wanna see Mary as a sexy evil german lady and Donna as a butch forensic pathologist and Ben Ticknor as a dumbass then come to the play! But come mostly for me and Donna and not Ben.

I am no good as a cook. I will not stop untill I have burned the bottom of every one of my mother's pots. After much labor whatever is burned to the bottom comes off. But only after much labor. Curses. I have burned rice and carmel so far. I want to burn more!

Easter. Blah. Feet asleep. So bored. If I could I would nap but there is no where to nap.

I like how on the yahoo news sidebar, Kurt Cobain is pictured below the Olsen twins.

Guess who got a perfect score at state? That's right, me! Yay me!


I adopted a cute lil' emo fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!

Mommy said "Shit or get off the pot!" Again this morning on the way to school. Mommy has got a bit of a potty mouth. Except she didn't actually say it she spelled it out.

I hate how time passes. One minute you are counting the minutes, the hours, and the days and the next you are in a new day, new week, new month and you haven't noticed that time has passed when you were watching it so closely. I don't like how the minutes and hours have a tenedency to get away from. I have this compulsion to watch every second. Like I might miss something. My watch is my best friend.

People in Madison area on April 2nd: I do my speech thing at 5:30 on friday. I don't know what building or room I am in yet but I will contact you to let you know if you want to come watch me kick forensics ass.

Well now.

I went running this morning at 5:30AM (no comment). It was really interesting to see whose lights were on and to wonder why anyone besides me was up that early. I didn't see anyone else and the neighborhood was so quiet and peaceful. Except by the time I circled back to my house there were cars roaring past me on fairfax. So much for peacfullness.
Wore sandals today. My feet felt good.

I can't fucking sleep. I can hardly type my hands are shaking so much. It is 2:40 in the motherfucking morning and I am pissed. (And a little worried) I went to Walgreen's and stocked up on contact solution and cold medicine. I took the cold medicine and didn't realize it was non-drowsy. (Again.) So I took Ny-Quil but the Ny-Quil just wore off. I have nothing that I want to read, there is nothing on tv shit I just realized that that stuff lasted for only two hours...goddammit!
I'm worried because the bars have probably closed by now and my brother isn't home yet. (Damn its hard to type when your hands are shaking) I really really really hope nothing has happened to him. I would've gotten a phonecall right? Cuz he carries ID....watch I'll get back to sleep and he'll come banging in.
I had a nice quiet evening by myself however. Is it wrong to hate someone when they are trying to be civil to you? I HATE one of my coworkers because he never does any work or take the initiative to do anything. He just sits on his ass and does "work" in Adobe photoshop. But today (yesterday?) he did some work and was polite but I still hate him. He has done unforgivable things in my book. Those of you looking for a summer job, don't apply at Sharp. I will have to babysit you all summer and I am not a fun babysitter. New people are going to be working at the store soon and on the night shifts it will probably fall on me to train them. I hate that because I do it all through christmas. I know its important that they learn and all, but I feel like a babysitter.
2:50AM still not home.

Now I'm all worked up and I still can't type. It took me ten minutes to type all that because my hands are shaking so much.
I haven't updated my book blog in a while. I read a bunch of books but I can't really write what they are about. Here is a list:
I Capture the Castle
To the Nines
and that's all that I can remember. I thought that list would be longer.
Here is an update on what I am reading: King Lear for english, part of the way through One Hundred Years of Solitude, tried to read Cold Mountain but it was boring, now reading Lathe of Heaven. Also reading various AP texts and study guides on the side. I just read, read, read.

Ok, so as many of you already now I am taking a predominately freshman class. (AP US History) This time of year at schools all over EC is student-teacher time. Yes its that time again. We have a student teacher in AP US. He graduated from MHS with my brother in 2001. This makes hime 3 years older than me. Do I have to call him "Mister" now that I know this fact? I don't think its a good idea. I feel really really old.

I feel better now. Hands now quite so shaky. Almost 3 though and still no sign. Thanks for listening.

I got the part I wanted in the school play. This makes me uber happy!

This morning I was watching Fox News with my mom and a Bush commercial came on (surprise, surprise) and he's all, "I wanna lead this country..." and I said "Where? To hell?" and my mom said, "I'm so proud you think for yourself!"

Goooood story.
The drawers are empty at this desk. This is a good thing.

My pottery project is going to be so cool. Sooooo cooooool. I think I still like photography better than other visual arts because nothing turns out like I imagined it to be inside my head. With photo, I have control over everything. I like that better.

In honor of Saint Paddy's day I wore my Serbia Yay! shirt. It makes me ever so happy. I am also happy I am not Irish. Not that Irish people are bad, the Boondock Saints were Irish but they were a little...

I am tired of snow. My brother is home and I had to suffer through Iron Maiden in the car. It makes my heart ache. Soon he will be gone and I will get to stop eating red meat again as he demands massive amounts of beef at his meals.

The new art store downtown is pretty cool...if you like paint and pencils and all that stuff. I wish there was a really good photo store in EC. I would poop my pants. Actually I wouldn't but I would be very excited.

I don't know if the new Punisher movie can live up to Doph Lundgren's magnificent preformance.

I think I am done.

Something funny and ironic happened today but I can't remember what it was.

Hey wow! Gee whiz!

Cuz I'm Rick James, bitch.

Actually I'm not but Rick James is Rick James.

Donna! You'll never guess who came in to Sharp today! You'll never guess! Never! It was the thrill of my life.

Forensics was okay this weekend. It was New London and Memorial got 2nd for medium sized teams. Which is awesome. Yeah you know it.

I'm mad at the dep. of education. I want them to stop being stupid. I want them to stop sending me crap. I sent the FAFSA in why can't they just process it and stop being bitches? That would probably be too easy.

I just want this month to be other with. It is going by much too slow for my tastes. Once April hits it will be smooth sailing on the get done with school front. No I won't be fronting yo.

My lunchtime deep thoughts upon finally getting my string cheese open: "You know, as much as I like being an independent woman and all, I still like having a guy around to open my string cheese and sexually harass me."

That ladies and gentlemen is the honest truth.

By the way...I give Dirty Dancing Havana Nights four out of four stars. Yeah, its that good.

So I qulified for state. Which is nice.

I don't have a lot to say but the overwhelming fact in my life right now is that I am really really really tired. There are too many things to do and not enough time to do them in. I don't really want to complain but it feels like this overwhelming weight is crushing me. That's maybe a smidge too dramatic. Too much to do.

Ugh.
Did I mention lately that I am a P.I.M.P?

I'm tired.....

I was reading People magazine at work the other day and there was a bit about how the stars diet before going to big events like the Oscars. Some starve themselves and others use laxatives. They readily admitted it to. But what pissed me off was the way the magazine treated it - like it was a completely normal thing to do. Like super thin is the only size there is. It makes me angry the way that magazine glorifies skinny-ness. More things in the media should advocate being happy with yourself and comfortable in your own skin. I doubt this will ever happen.

G-strings are a slingshot to Gemorah.

I loooove going to the library. It is like going to Border's except all the books are free! But sometimes there are weird people at the library. So Border's has the advantage there. Plus Border's has coffee.

I had so many things to say...and then I forgot them.

Forensics is going ok for those who care. I have an awesome piece this year about menstruation but I keep getting shitty judges. I know that judging is very subjective but I keep doing horribly at the meets. I think I should be able to choose who I want for judges because I seem to do the best with males between 20-25. I guess I'm just tired of doing forensics. This is my seventh year and I'm ready to be done. Ugggh.

It makes me happy that the director of such masterpieces such as Dead Alive won an Oscar.