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Fall 08

Sat, 27 Dec 2008 14:29:14 GMT

Arabic I= A+
Advanced Spanish Conversation = A
Latin American History = A
Women in Comparative Political Development = B+
International Studies Seminar = B+

You are my voice, my microphone

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 00:43:03 GMT

So so so so soooo elated! I'm finally finished with my semester! I handed in my last paper to a professor this afternoon and now I'm finished until January! Here is a photo of Pengüie and me celebrating:

New Years Resolution #1:

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 01:56:06 GMT

I'm not letting anyone influence my decisions anymore. I'll only be unhappy when I don't get what I want. And I'll only be stupid if I let it happen again, again.

Hallucinogen

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 01:27:49 GMT

I had a horrifying dream last night:

"There was a car crash right where the entrance to the Meadowbrook is on Stewart Avenue. I was driving to get on the ramp and Greg was driving behind me in his car when I saw a navy blue Toyota camry stuck in the shrubbery to the right of the entrance. There was an elderly woman trapped in between the crinkled hood and a tree, standing up, but not moving. For some reason, she was both the driver and the person who was hit. I parked my car in the parking lot over there and Greg followed and stopped his. Then, he wouldn't let me go near the woman. All I wanted was to help her, but he wouldn't let me. He said it was too tragic to look at. Instead, we just drove off. Later on, I found out that the woman's name was Anita Carson and I went to a priest for confession because I felt so guilty about not helping her. Instead of giving me prayers to say, he gave me an assignment to study the Koran. After that, I went to visit my cousin and I found out that she had given birth to twin girls named Lina and Clayton, but one of them died shortly after she was born. Everybody seemed content, but I just kept thinking, "Its a baby, you're stuck with it for the rest of your life."

The fact that the woman was actually two people wasn't the strange part, nor was it the fact that my eighteen-year-old cousin had twins. The fact that the three (four) strangers had such vivid names was very strange to me.

Home Stretch

Mon, 24 Nov 2008 03:17:59 GMT

My eyes hurt from staring at my macbook for the past two days. Luckily, I've completed all of what has given me a headache throughout the semester (or so I think..) Now, I get to play dollhouse with a miniature beaded Christmas tree that my mummy bought me as a consolation prize.

A Briefing

Sun, 23 Nov 2008 04:40:35 GMT

I'm elated that the semester is almost over. I have half a paper to complete tomorrow and then I'm almost finished. I'm a bit annoyed I let myself miss the deadline for the Free People craft swap, though.

Félix's La Vida Secreta is absolutely euphoric. It reminds me of something wonderful, something very blissful in an enigmatic way, partially due to the fact that it seems inspired by early years of Belle & Sebastian. La Vida Secreta is something that would be playing if you were looking out from inside a slow globe, or perhaps even looking in. It is the perfect music to fall asleep and to wake up to. I recommend "Molestias" for lying under the sun.

It snowed Tuesday night and a bit Wednesday and Thursday morning, just some flurries flying around. I jumped up and down. Snow still excites me; waiting for the holidays does as well. There's something about the end of the year that makes my life blur into a Kinkade painting.

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 02:41:26 GMT

I am so ready to begin my happily ever after.

REVOLUCIÓN

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 00:20:57 GMT

It was surreal. It was slow motion. It was the type of movie-moment just after good triumphs over evil, when the hostages are freed, the princess is saved, the lost boy returns home. It was the kind of feeling that is not suppose to exist outside of romances novels. It was the type of emotion you're not suppose to have at a time when soldiers are using toy guns and children are using real ones. It was something you're not suppose to be able to experience after losing all hope. After eight years and two wars, my faith in this country has been restored.

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 07:50:28 GMT

"If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer." -Barack Obama

Genius

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 21:50:54 GMT

I really, really want this

Courtesy of Chronicle Books

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 19:52:33 GMT

I don't understand how etiquette isn't taken into consideration when planning such things as a birthday party. If you invite people "to celebrate your birthday" and expect gifts, you will pay for their meals. If you invite people "to go out," they should pay for themselves (make this very clear), part of your meal, and you will NOT expect gifts. There is no sense in going out and spending $60 on something that will never be reciprocated. Did your parents not pay for those little lazer tag themed parties with the goodie bags at the end? You received presents, therefore, you compensated.

I really don't understand how the "party" concept has eluded so many people.

GT YR K!CKS

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 00:08:34 GMT

I just altered a pair of plain sneakies I found today. Total cost for my new Blair Waldorf inspired kicks: $7 ($5 for the shoes, $2 for the appliques) EXCELLENT!

$$$

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 23:36:24 GMT

Me: "Would you still be my friend if I drove a Saturn?"

Brian: "It would be questionable, but I suppose so, in private. Joking. Of course, I'd be your friend even if you drove a Gremlin."

Me: "What about a Yugo? I looked at a Porsche yesterday, a Saturn today. My life is indicative of Wall Street."

Brian: "The Valenza has become a subprime currency? Woe is me! I'm sorry for being snobby about the Saturn. They aren't bad cars at all actually."

Me: "I hate Saturns but I kind of want one. I have a fear of not having a good name car."

Brian: "I call it No-Benzophobia."

Canary

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 21:31:25 GMT

I'm having a really hard time taking my summer dresses (or dresses that I would have liked to have in the summer, but were forced to be put on the sidelines due to the cold, cold nights in the Sierras Chicas) to their autumn adaptations. I just bought a yellow gauze dress that received a lot of attention in a sea of black and greys that was my Latin American History class. Hello! People! It's still 60 degrees! No need for drab, heavy woolens yet! These are the same people who will be wearing pastels come February. (Probably not pastels per se, but definitely season-inappropriate clothing.) Even my professor, in her thick Cuban accent commented, "Hello, jellow."

I've been having problems with style lately; I keep ordering hoards of trendy pieces from online retailers hoping my luck will change. Instead, I wind up looking like the offspring of Jenny Lewis and Big Bird (not in a good way) in the middle of my suburban college campus. Sunday was my grandmother's birthday. The family gathered. My freshman-in-high-school cousin commented on a pair of three-and-a-half-inch platform wedges I was wearing. Maybe they're four inches. They're pretty great. Anyway, I told her that I wish I could wear them in school, but I stand out, being that mostly everyone else is in a Juicy tracksuit. She said, "That's awesome! Wear them so you can stand out!" Coming from a girl who lives in the middle of nowhere New Jersey, kind of put things in perspective. I just don't want to be the clunky girl that tries to hard. I'm already teetering on that border by writing this entry.

On another note, I had my mid-term in that class today. We only had fifty minutes to answer three questions in semi-essay form. Early American history is very easy, I'm just nervous I wasn't thorough enough due to time constraints. I feel like this semester I'm running myself absolutely dry with putting everything I possibly can into my school work. I haven't been this thorough since my freshman year of high school. I'm just so afraid that I'm going to work as hard as I can and get nothing out of it. I think I'm writing good essays and doing well in class, but who knows what I'm really doing.

I think I'll wear the dress with this cordovan leather jacket I've had since the 6th grade. Oof.

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 12:28:18 GMT

These photos are from the Fiesta de Flores at the Bronx Botanical Gardens two weeks ago. The weather has been gray for a few days now, I figure some green would cheer it up. Usually I love rainy days, but boy and I were looking for something to do yesterday sin charge (and usually low-cost things are outdoors,) therefore our Saturday was spent indoors watching the Italian film, "Luce dei miei occhi" and playing this table game we got him for the miscellaneous winter holiday. I love board games, but I don't like the word 'board' in them. I'd prefer to use the phrase "table games," which is the translation of "juegos de mesa," from Spanish. Sounds a lot more sophisticated.

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:39:15 GMT

Sometimes (often), I'm materialistic. I want this beautiful piece of craftsmanship from Valhalla in Brooklyn.

:)/:( vs. :(/:)

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 01:14:22 GMT

:) Yesterday was my two year anniversary with my wonderful boyfriend!

:( Last night, after I got home from school at 9:30pm, I had to take my mom to the hospital because she had an eye infection. She's alright now though.

:) My rough class(es) has increasingly gotten better. Thursday was literally the first day I didn't cry after it and yesterday I received a pretty big compliment on my work/ideas in the class from an intelligent person.

:( I am now stuck writing a paper due tomorrow about a chapter on empires in the history of international relations. It sounds a lot easier/more interesting than it actually is and I'm ready to go to bed at 9pm.

:( Saturday I got my hair done and instead of turning white, it turned orange.

:) I went back today and he fixed it for free.

:( But he didn't blow dry it, so now I have to straighten it out in the morning. Another thing to worry about before my test in Arabic on numbers and my presentation on the paper I should be writing now.

:) While I was over near the hair salon, I bought a $3 shirt in WalMart.

:( I also noticed that alongside the school supplies were pocket bibles in cotton candy colors, mandatory on every kid's list, of course. I also heard some Christian music in the CD section. Not :( entirely, but it's a little inappropriate.

:) I just found out that I will be graduating a semester early because I have 87 credits and I'm a first semester junior. That means I have one semester of 18 credits and one of 15 left!

:( I can't spend a semester abroad though, because my last two semesters have to be at the school.

:) However, I am looking into a study abroad program for January in Ecuador.

Me + Boy on train to Queens after general debauchery in Manhattan.

Fall Semester Analysis (thus far)

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 02:12:04 GMT

This semester:
Arabic I = Incredible. I love my professor and I love the language. I received a perfect score on my first exam and I can't wait to learn more. Every class, the professor compliments my perfect handwriting and I even do better than the native speakers. My only fear is that the school will drop level two because hardly anyone will sign up for it.

Advanced Spanish Conversation = Pretty good. Once again, great professor. The content is elementary. We watch mediocre Spanish-language films with subtitles (what's the point?) and engage in basic analytical conversation with predetermined questions out of a textbook.

Women in Comparative Political Development = Not great. Plenty of reading for a once-a-week, two-and-a-half-hour class. I had to take this one because my other class was cancelled three days before it started. Not exactly what I enjoy; I have a horrible time understanding content (too soft and socially liberal) and questions (too complex and roundabout.) Most of the material bores me, although some selective personal accounts are fairly interesting.

Latin American History I = All right. I'm not excited to attend the class, the professor has a really bad command over the English language. I would prefer if the class was taught in Spanish. Interesting, but very confusing. I struggle to even piece together her basic sentences.

International Studies Seminar = Horrific. The worst class I've ever taken. I understand nothing, have already missed a due date, and want out. Unfortunately, it's required for me to graduate with this degree.

Verdict: YUCK.

Things of an incoherent sort: a list (positive)

Sat, 06 Sep 2008 19:25:41 GMT

In addition to realizing that the best era for American pop music since the new millennium was 2002, I realized that my favorite style moment was the migration of Scandinavian pioneers out on the prairie (ie, Minnesota) in the 1800s, (which is also my second-favorite time in American history, my first is the Colonial period). That being said, my first favorite holiday character is a pilgrim and my second, is a nutcracker.

My favorite season is fall, but I prefer to call it Autumn. I love the scent of maple syrup more than the taste and I always get excited when my neighbors return from their house in Lake Placid and bring us a pretty little glass bottle filled with natural syrup. Sometimes they're glass maple leafs, sometime they're glass log cabins. I always look forward to that. I had the hardest time describing maple syrup to South Americans--"the juice from the North American tree."

Getting back to the prairie, I've always wanted to live in Minnesota (or Iceland or Norway). I think Minnesota is a lot more realistic. Or maybe even Saskatchewan. I love the movie Lars and the Real Girl, as much as my boyfriend hates it, and I think living in a charming town in the midwest where you can wear chunky knits for eight months out of the year is so romantic.

Its been a day of self-discovery.

Muppet

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 21:13:05 GMT

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. Dee-del-ee-dee. Here they are all standing in a row. I was never meant to go to college, but they convinced me to anyway. Dee-del-ee-dee. At least I can write my name in Arabic.

Whenever I'm there, I wanna be here. And whenever I'm here, I wanna be there. This only proves one thing: there are a bunch of assholes all over the world and I'll never be able to coexist with other human beings happily.

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 21:07:33 GMT

I came up with a pretty good phrase that describes my first two days of junior year thus far--"a political disco." Now, I'm off to read some ~~interesting~~ facts about international death, I mean, relations, or studies, or whatever it is I'm getting my degree in. I'm still hoping that one of these days, my career as a Spanish language rap star will take off.

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 02:03:07 GMT

I need to regain control over my life. I've let myself become one big pathetic mess.

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 23:42:39 GMT

I thought moving back home would be beneficial for me because I had this ridiculous notion that it would mean that I'd somehow be taken care of again. By default, I would have three meals, clean clothes, and a ton of lovin'. Because aforementioned luxuries are non-existent, and partially because of my stay 9000 miles away from home, I think I need to find a place by myself once I have some sort of stable income. It has been proven to me that I am completely incapable of cohabitation. I need to live alone--and in some sort of creepy existential way, do what I've been doing my entire life. (Joke.)

Wed, 06 Aug 2008 21:16:35 GMT

I just had a flashback to the Hugh Laurie look alike taxi driver who took me on my first ride through Buenos Aires.

That isn't a picture of him, but it's the view from the taxi, stopped at a red light, when two men with instruments walked in front of the car and started performing.

That's when I knew it was gonna be good.