One morning towards the very end of spring break I woke up and decided that the thing I really wanted right now was a nice warm cup of oatmeal with delicious de-frosted blueberries from the Retreat. I checked my watch. 8:30. I wasn't sure what I was doing up this early, but the good news was, the Retreat had just opened, so I put on my jeans and coat and headed out into the miserable and dreary morning.
Life at the Retreat was in full swing, but alas, the pot of gooey, steamy oatmeal was not yet in its place. It'll be about five minutes, the lady behind the counter informed me. No problem, I replied and went over to examine the yoghurt flavors. Five minutes later I made my way back over to the oatmeal stand. It's almost ready, just five more minutes. Okay, no big deal.
Fifteen minutes and five-and-a-half New York Times articles later, I was still standing by the empty heating pad, waiting for my oatmeal, when a few key members of the Vassar administration joined me. There were maybe five or six of them, greeting each other, chattering away. When is this oatmeal going to be done? Five minutes, came a voice from the kitchen. Don't trust them, I said half-jokingly. I've been here for over fifteen. This oatmeal better be fabulous. They laughed.
Five minutes later someone came out of the kitchen with the pot of oatmeal. It smelled wonderful--not that watery, kind-of-oatmeal smell but the full-bodied, hearty odor of grains boiled just right. My cup was already prepared, one quarter full of blueberries, a few raisins thrown in for flavor and just a touch of honey. My stomach grumbled hungrily at the sight of the steaming pot...
Why, there's hardly anything in here! one of the admin ladies said, helping herself to it, There's maybe about five scoops total of oatmeal in this pot! Well, I'm glad I got here early, said the other lady behind her, and I'm glad I'm second in line.
So, I watched them all go in front of me. In the end, there was just a little bit left at the bottom, and I managed to fill my cup about three quarters of the way. Still, I walked away thinking, if the administration of our school can't even play fair in the oatmeal line, how fair are they playing with the $49,250/year my family is turning over into their hands?
Just a thought.
~Radish
Showing posts with label Spring Break 08. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring Break 08. Show all posts
3.30.2008
3.25.2008
L.O.V.E.
This spring break was not at all what I expected it to be. To start off, I'd like to laugh at how funny it is that I subconsciously thought that a lot of my college friends would partake in that stereotypical "sPrinG brAke '08 lolzz!!1!" in Florida. It's hilarious that no one I know did that at all.
I expected to get some homework done, quietly celebrate my birthday, play lots of Brawl, and see my friends during the one day overlap of our breaks. (All but the first was actually accomplished). I can't say I completely enjoyed the break but I certainly had some surprising realizations.
Two of my friends who were home took me to lunch the first friday of break, and I realized how much they value my friendship through small actions and delicately but lovingly chosen words. Then when I met with my other friends I recognized that the fear that had grown inside me a year ago, that of losing my friends to college separation, was not realized. My closest friends are intact, I still love them, and they still love me. During the trip up to school I realized how much I had missed seeing my new friends, and upon returning from during felt their love.
Love you guys, old and new (Vassarites!)
-Poseidon
I expected to get some homework done, quietly celebrate my birthday, play lots of Brawl, and see my friends during the one day overlap of our breaks. (All but the first was actually accomplished). I can't say I completely enjoyed the break but I certainly had some surprising realizations.
Two of my friends who were home took me to lunch the first friday of break, and I realized how much they value my friendship through small actions and delicately but lovingly chosen words. Then when I met with my other friends I recognized that the fear that had grown inside me a year ago, that of losing my friends to college separation, was not realized. My closest friends are intact, I still love them, and they still love me. During the trip up to school I realized how much I had missed seeing my new friends, and upon returning from during felt their love.
Love you guys, old and new (Vassarites!)
-Poseidon
3.24.2008
Take Note: Things That Annoy Waitresses
While I was at home over Spring Break I went back to my job as a waitress for a few days. Whenever I go back I remember how many things annoy me when I’m waiting on people. Really, they seem like common sense things that customers should know, but I guess they aren’t. So here, for all the world to see is a list of all the things that annoy me when I waitress…. (Learn from them)
1. TIPPING. Bad tippers are my biggest pet peeve. If you come in for dinner and your bill is fifty dollars, leaving anything less than $7.50 is being really really cheap. Tips are essentially my only income while I waitress… my hourly wage is so low that it barely covers the money for my taxes.
2. It is NOT your waitress’ fault that your steak isn’t done how you wanted it. She doesn’t cook the food she just serves it.
3. DEFINITELY don’t leave a lower tip because the food isn’t good. Again, she has no control over it.
4. If something is wrong (ANYTHING) tell the waitress… don’t wait until you are at the register paying for your meal to complain to the hostess about. How can anything be done if you don’t speak up??? Plus, the waitress will end up in trouble for something she didn’t even know about.
5. Don’t take it out on me if you are having a bad day… and don’t tell me your whole life story when I ask how you are. I really don’t care that you’ve been constipated for days… I’m just being polite.
SGPG
1. TIPPING. Bad tippers are my biggest pet peeve. If you come in for dinner and your bill is fifty dollars, leaving anything less than $7.50 is being really really cheap. Tips are essentially my only income while I waitress… my hourly wage is so low that it barely covers the money for my taxes.
2. It is NOT your waitress’ fault that your steak isn’t done how you wanted it. She doesn’t cook the food she just serves it.
3. DEFINITELY don’t leave a lower tip because the food isn’t good. Again, she has no control over it.
4. If something is wrong (ANYTHING) tell the waitress… don’t wait until you are at the register paying for your meal to complain to the hostess about. How can anything be done if you don’t speak up??? Plus, the waitress will end up in trouble for something she didn’t even know about.
5. Don’t take it out on me if you are having a bad day… and don’t tell me your whole life story when I ask how you are. I really don’t care that you’ve been constipated for days… I’m just being polite.
SGPG
I Was Almost Abducted
Hey buddies. I have a good reason for not posting last week. But let me say first: I love the X-Files and the new movie is going to be ...SEEN BY ME, if not thrilling.
So, like, last week I was sitting downstairs in my house alone, the clock about to strike midnight. I'm playing solitaire and singing to the Allman Bros Band, when I heard the absolute oddest thing from the room behind me. Have you ever put two cellphones on speakerphone, had one call the other, and heard the weird bat-like echoey noises that crescendo into a shrieky...banshee-like sound? Yeah, well that's what I heard, and really effing loudly coming from the closet. I looked for any electronic devices that might have been making the sound but there was absolutely nothing. I was kind of weirded out so I called Daddy, who came down just in time to catch the last of the noise, but he was like, "ooh it'th jutht batth" and I was like, "did you NOT hear the unearthly screams?"....
So then he went back upstairs and someone knocked on the window next to the porch 3 or 4 times, then my alarm system notified me that someone was fiddling with the upstairs door, which you can only access from that very porch by climbing some stairs. SO i called my dad and told him to quickly check the door and make sure no one was being raped, as the bedrooms are upstairs but it took him like 5 minutes to be convinced I wasn't kidding around. "Dad, someone's terrorizing me!" I felt like Rosemary when no one believed her something was wrong with what turned out to be the spawn of Satan creating havoc in her womb.
Then the demonic noises start again, this time with a bark and a deep, like, moan/laugh/neither added to the mess. It sounded like the soundtrack to a house of horrors, really it did. Daddy said no one was upstairs and he and mom came downstairs and were freaked out by the sound, wouldn't go in the room. Dad saw someone moving near our house, checked outside perimeter (the well-lit perimeter, that is) and saw nothing. My mom said she had seen lights in her bedroom earlier, around midnight.
Then the internet wouldn't work.
So, like, I've decided that although I'd be a wonderful medium for a poltergeist, it sounds more like aliens to me.
To whatever alien pranked my house so elaborately, go probe yourself with a stick of dynamite and blow yourself back to where you came from. Don't you know aliens are ILLEGAL here?
Ciao, bellas. and..bellos? P.S. did anyone see Lost?! Uh, I love Sayid.
So, like, last week I was sitting downstairs in my house alone, the clock about to strike midnight. I'm playing solitaire and singing to the Allman Bros Band, when I heard the absolute oddest thing from the room behind me. Have you ever put two cellphones on speakerphone, had one call the other, and heard the weird bat-like echoey noises that crescendo into a shrieky...banshee-like sound? Yeah, well that's what I heard, and really effing loudly coming from the closet. I looked for any electronic devices that might have been making the sound but there was absolutely nothing. I was kind of weirded out so I called Daddy, who came down just in time to catch the last of the noise, but he was like, "ooh it'th jutht batth" and I was like, "did you NOT hear the unearthly screams?"....
So then he went back upstairs and someone knocked on the window next to the porch 3 or 4 times, then my alarm system notified me that someone was fiddling with the upstairs door, which you can only access from that very porch by climbing some stairs. SO i called my dad and told him to quickly check the door and make sure no one was being raped, as the bedrooms are upstairs but it took him like 5 minutes to be convinced I wasn't kidding around. "Dad, someone's terrorizing me!" I felt like Rosemary when no one believed her something was wrong with what turned out to be the spawn of Satan creating havoc in her womb.
Then the demonic noises start again, this time with a bark and a deep, like, moan/laugh/neither added to the mess. It sounded like the soundtrack to a house of horrors, really it did. Daddy said no one was upstairs and he and mom came downstairs and were freaked out by the sound, wouldn't go in the room. Dad saw someone moving near our house, checked outside perimeter (the well-lit perimeter, that is) and saw nothing. My mom said she had seen lights in her bedroom earlier, around midnight.
Then the internet wouldn't work.
So, like, I've decided that although I'd be a wonderful medium for a poltergeist, it sounds more like aliens to me.
To whatever alien pranked my house so elaborately, go probe yourself with a stick of dynamite and blow yourself back to where you came from. Don't you know aliens are ILLEGAL here?
Ciao, bellas. and..bellos? P.S. did anyone see Lost?! Uh, I love Sayid.
Excitement Ensues
So, just like when GirlTalk came, I don't know who the hell M.I.A. is. I figure since it would be useless knowledge to me, I'd wiki this person
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M.I.A._%28artist%29
Sometimes I wish we would get people recognized by EVERYONE, whether they be a music artist or a speaker. I understand that that means more money out of Vassar's pockets, but if you can fund those of us with extra scholarship money if your family income is less than $60,000, I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard to negotiate something, right?
Sure, there's room for argument, but it'd be nice if I could be hyped up about this person as much as the other half of the campus.
Break was fun. I spent too much money, but there are definitely no regrets. Maybe one day I'll get a job and repay myself and my parents :D
See you all at Vassar, though you won't see me!
Luvs and hugs,
Dyamond Phillips
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M.I.A._%28artist%29
Sometimes I wish we would get people recognized by EVERYONE, whether they be a music artist or a speaker. I understand that that means more money out of Vassar's pockets, but if you can fund those of us with extra scholarship money if your family income is less than $60,000, I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard to negotiate something, right?
Sure, there's room for argument, but it'd be nice if I could be hyped up about this person as much as the other half of the campus.
Break was fun. I spent too much money, but there are definitely no regrets. Maybe one day I'll get a job and repay myself and my parents :D
See you all at Vassar, though you won't see me!
Luvs and hugs,
Dyamond Phillips
3.21.2008
Spring Break on the Best Coast
This is for all the readers who want pictures... highlights of my spring break:
The drive to Cedar City... go north on the 15, take a million pictures in the Virgin River Gorge, follow a badass old lady driving like she's in the Indy 500 (for real, you should have seen her going wild in her Buick)...
Seriously, isn't it BEAUTIFUL?
And for a little ocean beauty...
Go south on the 15, realize that the directions you printed off the Internet don't match the road signs, get to San Diego successfully and then get hopelessly lost on the way to La Jolla Shores...
Drool over the multi-million-dollar beach houses...
Eat a SHIT-TON of REAL Mexican food... (my darling East Coast children, there is no Mexican food on your side of the country, only a pale imitation)
Bask in the glory of the Best Coast.
xx and I wish I had a million dollars to spend on a beach mansion
littleone
The drive to Cedar City... go north on the 15, take a million pictures in the Virgin River Gorge, follow a badass old lady driving like she's in the Indy 500 (for real, you should have seen her going wild in her Buick)...
Seriously, isn't it BEAUTIFUL?
And for a little ocean beauty...
Go south on the 15, realize that the directions you printed off the Internet don't match the road signs, get to San Diego successfully and then get hopelessly lost on the way to La Jolla Shores...
Drool over the multi-million-dollar beach houses...
Eat a SHIT-TON of REAL Mexican food... (my darling East Coast children, there is no Mexican food on your side of the country, only a pale imitation)
Bask in the glory of the Best Coast.
xx and I wish I had a million dollars to spend on a beach mansion
littleone
3.18.2008
Confessions of an Almost-19-Year-Old
I made spaghetti the other day. The health-store kind, "Made with Jerusalem Artichoke Flour!", whatever that is, with lots of marinara sauce on top, the kind with the mushrooms in it. I ate it out of a mug because that's the only dish I had thought to bring with me to Noyes. It was a sunny day and in the kitchen it was very warm because none of the windows opened. I drank my food down with wine I had gotten in Spain, which I sipped right out of the bottle, because the only dish I had thought to bring with me into Noyes was at the moment full of artichoke flour spaghetti.
I love dorm life but I miss having a house. There is something about having to do the dishes, needing to buy the groceries and wipe off the counter-tops and vacuum the living-room floor that makes you feel like a full person, instead of just a limb living in room 362. It's like building a sand castle where the waves can't reach it. No matter what else is happening around you, you have walls, and a front door, and you can choose who you let inside.
The best days are those where you do something differently and it works. This whole life thing works best if you jump into the pool before you're quite ready, or if you change your mind twenty times before you make it up and then forget what you decided the first chance you get. Practicality belongs on somebody else's doorstep, like a puppy or a bouquet of roses or an illegitimate child. It's best to silence that voice of reason in your head or else it will ring all of a sudden like a cell phone in the middle of the movie and then everyone else in the theatre will turn and look at you while you wrestle with your purse in the darkness. Lately I can't go a day without doing something out of the ordinary. It's like I simply can't exist without creating something that might be completely stupid and useless: I don't care. I'm tired of being asked to do new things the old way. New things should be done the new way, otherwise they're just echoes of the emptiness someone else felt, and will never suffice to fill our own. Why do we try? Why do we listen when we should be singing?
I resolve to take back absolutely everything I said I was, so you won't know what to think of me, and that would be okay. I'm so bored. Let's do this over again.
...because all the cool kids were crazy anyhow.
Indiscriminately yours,
Radish
I love dorm life but I miss having a house. There is something about having to do the dishes, needing to buy the groceries and wipe off the counter-tops and vacuum the living-room floor that makes you feel like a full person, instead of just a limb living in room 362. It's like building a sand castle where the waves can't reach it. No matter what else is happening around you, you have walls, and a front door, and you can choose who you let inside.
The best days are those where you do something differently and it works. This whole life thing works best if you jump into the pool before you're quite ready, or if you change your mind twenty times before you make it up and then forget what you decided the first chance you get. Practicality belongs on somebody else's doorstep, like a puppy or a bouquet of roses or an illegitimate child. It's best to silence that voice of reason in your head or else it will ring all of a sudden like a cell phone in the middle of the movie and then everyone else in the theatre will turn and look at you while you wrestle with your purse in the darkness. Lately I can't go a day without doing something out of the ordinary. It's like I simply can't exist without creating something that might be completely stupid and useless: I don't care. I'm tired of being asked to do new things the old way. New things should be done the new way, otherwise they're just echoes of the emptiness someone else felt, and will never suffice to fill our own. Why do we try? Why do we listen when we should be singing?
I resolve to take back absolutely everything I said I was, so you won't know what to think of me, and that would be okay. I'm so bored. Let's do this over again.
...because all the cool kids were crazy anyhow.
Indiscriminately yours,
Radish
3.17.2008
I Suck At Breaks, But That Will All Change...
You know, after spending a week with my family in St. Martin / St. Maarten (yes, it has two names, since it is a joint province of France and the Netherlands), I noticed that I've been too pushy with my parents and especially with my little brother. I can't explain it, but I somehow manage to act riled up during breaks rather than take a break, and end up taking all of that tension out on my family. It's not that I physically hurt them; no, I could never bring myself to that. What I do, though, is make biting, cynical, and sometimes humiliating remarks. At the same time though, a part of me ends up feeling more relaxed after all, once I unload all of that onto the people closest to me; so it's not one of those cases where I act on my anger but it gets me nowhere (because it does).
I feel really bad now that I noticed, especially about what I've said to my brother. Just today, I hammered on and on, jamming my cynicism into the 8-year-old's mind, almost robbing him of his childhood wonder. And now I think about all the worry I've instilled in him. For example, we had quite a lengthy conversation about God and religious belief, and I kept plowing at his innocent inquiry with my atheism. It's a good thing we didn't start talking about Santa Claus because I would've demolished that myth for him for sure.
But I've resolved to calm down this week, to not be as assertive and just blatantly annoying. Ahh, I feel better already...
Crito
I feel really bad now that I noticed, especially about what I've said to my brother. Just today, I hammered on and on, jamming my cynicism into the 8-year-old's mind, almost robbing him of his childhood wonder. And now I think about all the worry I've instilled in him. For example, we had quite a lengthy conversation about God and religious belief, and I kept plowing at his innocent inquiry with my atheism. It's a good thing we didn't start talking about Santa Claus because I would've demolished that myth for him for sure.
But I've resolved to calm down this week, to not be as assertive and just blatantly annoying. Ahh, I feel better already...
Crito
3.16.2008
Who Needs "Silence: A 13th Century French Romance" When You Have...
So lately I've been thinking a lot about children's literature (it probably has something to do with the fact that I've spent my spring break watching the Disney Channel) and how much I LOVE it. I could probably spend the rest of my life curled up in bed reading children's books and be eternally happy and immersed in disguised poignancy and all that.
A few of my favorites:
Walk Two Moons - Sharon Creech (Bloomability is terrif too)
Jacob Have I Loved - Katherine Paterson (kicks Bridge to Terabithia's ass)
Sideways Stories from Wayside School - Louis Sachar (this book freaked me out - the thing with the rat?!)
The Phantom Tollbooth - Norton Juster (the illustrations! The illustrations!)
A Wrinkle in Time - Madeleine L'Engle (I cried when she died. Really.)
The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles - Julie Edwards, aka THE Julie Andrews (Julie Andrews wrote this. For real. I didn't know it was possible for me to love her more, but I do. I also had a really embarrassing moment in the 4th grade when I suggested that we read this for our next in-class book, but no one really took me seriously back then... possibly because I had just hit four feet and my glasses were still about half the size of my face)
Mr. Popper's Penguins - Richard and Florence Atwater (why, why, WHY was this the only book they wrote?!)
The BFG - Roald Dahl (okay, I would marry Roald Dahl. I have read every word this man has written.)
The Trumpet of the Swan - E.B. White (or his other books. I just found out like, two weeks ago that E.B. White was "White" of "Strunk and White")
Stargirl - Jerry Spinelli (I wanted to be Stargirl. I haven't read the sequel, btw. I don't know how I feel about it.)
the Sammy Keyes mysteries - Wendelin Van Draanen (I also wanted to be Sammy Keyes. Seriously, it's Nancy Drew for the Vassar set. Scathing remarks, puzzling conundrums, and cute boys. Helloo!)
A Long Way from Chicago - Richard Peck
Frindle - Andrew Clements (who DOESN'T want to invent a word? Seriously!)
Baby - Patricia MacLachlan (this book introduced me to my favorite poem EVER, "Dirge Without Music" by VC's own Edna St. Vincent Millay... this poem is everywhere in my life; it's even on the wall of the Villard Room)
Anastasia Krupnik and all sequels - Lois Lowry
and my ALL TIME FAVORITE... not only my ALL TIME FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK but my ALL TIME FAVORITE BOOK:
A Summer to Die - Lois Lowry (please excuse the title, it is the most beautiful piece of literature I've ever read, and that includes you, Franz Kafka)
xx and I'm off to reread "Baby"
littleone
A few of my favorites:
Walk Two Moons - Sharon Creech (Bloomability is terrif too)
Jacob Have I Loved - Katherine Paterson (kicks Bridge to Terabithia's ass)
Sideways Stories from Wayside School - Louis Sachar (this book freaked me out - the thing with the rat?!)
The Phantom Tollbooth - Norton Juster (the illustrations! The illustrations!)
A Wrinkle in Time - Madeleine L'Engle (I cried when she died. Really.)
The Last of the Really Great Whangdoodles - Julie Edwards, aka THE Julie Andrews (Julie Andrews wrote this. For real. I didn't know it was possible for me to love her more, but I do. I also had a really embarrassing moment in the 4th grade when I suggested that we read this for our next in-class book, but no one really took me seriously back then... possibly because I had just hit four feet and my glasses were still about half the size of my face)
Mr. Popper's Penguins - Richard and Florence Atwater (why, why, WHY was this the only book they wrote?!)
The BFG - Roald Dahl (okay, I would marry Roald Dahl. I have read every word this man has written.)
The Trumpet of the Swan - E.B. White (or his other books. I just found out like, two weeks ago that E.B. White was "White" of "Strunk and White")
Stargirl - Jerry Spinelli (I wanted to be Stargirl. I haven't read the sequel, btw. I don't know how I feel about it.)
the Sammy Keyes mysteries - Wendelin Van Draanen (I also wanted to be Sammy Keyes. Seriously, it's Nancy Drew for the Vassar set. Scathing remarks, puzzling conundrums, and cute boys. Helloo!)
A Long Way from Chicago - Richard Peck
Frindle - Andrew Clements (who DOESN'T want to invent a word? Seriously!)
Baby - Patricia MacLachlan (this book introduced me to my favorite poem EVER, "Dirge Without Music" by VC's own Edna St. Vincent Millay... this poem is everywhere in my life; it's even on the wall of the Villard Room)
Anastasia Krupnik and all sequels - Lois Lowry
and my ALL TIME FAVORITE... not only my ALL TIME FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK but my ALL TIME FAVORITE BOOK:
A Summer to Die - Lois Lowry (please excuse the title, it is the most beautiful piece of literature I've ever read, and that includes you, Franz Kafka)
xx and I'm off to reread "Baby"
littleone
Different From Home
So I have ventured past home this break, and even though the weather's nice, the Brooklyn feel just isn't here. I feel kinda lonely and I wanna go party, but there's no where for me to go, especially with people I don't know. I guess I have nothing to do but just sit around lazily waiting to return home for a bit and make that dreaded trip back to the dreaded land of Vassar where no one is interested in you or if they are, they're much to afraid to approach you because they think they're "too nerdy" or they'll be snubbed. How boring. I'd love to just stay at home, but I'd hate going to school @ home because that means living at home. After all, my parents would NEVER pay any extra if they didn't have to. How's the situation with you guys? Would you love being at home without having to go to school @ home?
Luvs and hugs!
Dyamond Phillips
Luvs and hugs!
Dyamond Phillips
3.15.2008
I'm a college girl in a home world...
Sorry for the lame song reference.
I'm noticing differences about myself since having started at Vassar. The first is one that I'm guessing many of us have noticed: I swear now. I don't swear in my house out of habit, but occasionally when I'm surprised it slips out, for example today I was driving with my family (they think I still need practice driving... Ah, parents :P) and I didn't see a pot-hole in the road: "Fuck!--Ahahaha oops!"
I'm also more laid-back, if that's possible since I'm generally fairly frenetic. I notice more the social dynamic between my parents and it's making me learn things about how I want to be when I grow up if I get married. I go with the flow much more on unimportant things, which I didn't use to do, yet on the important stuff I don't let it walk by the way I used to. I'm definitely impatient to get to Vassar, but each passing break has marked an increase in my tolerance for not being where I want to be at that exact moment.
At Vassar, however, I still have some impatience issues to work on...
- aRCHEL
3.12.2008
Thanks, Spitzy/The Man in Pink
Just dropping in to post before I head off on a road trip to Utah with my girlfriends. What more can a girl ask for than the open road, a minivan full of friends, and a state packed with Mormons? (Don't answer that.)
So now BOTH my "home states" are experiencing scandal. First the colonoscopy clinic that reused syringes and gave a bunch of people Hepatitis C in my real home state (seriously - how screwed up is that? It was all on the direction of the jackass in charge, who was already enormously wealthy but decided to risk his patients' lives by cutting corners even more). And now Elliot Spitzer resigns in the wake of a prostitution scandal. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Who DOES that? A man in a high-profile public position, with a wife and three teenage daughters (can you imagine your father doing this?), how could he have been so selfish as to do such a despicable thing? Talk about hypocrisy. Sick.
And on a lighter note... I was taking ballet class at my old studio the night before last, and there was a man in my class wearing pink tights, a women's leotard, pink legwarmers, and pink shoes. I mean, I'm all for androgyny and gender-neutral life and whatnot, but who shoves themselves into that crap when they don't have to? Seriously, no sane female dancer wants to look at herself in pink tights. More power to Pink Tights Man, I guess.
xx and hope your hometown is as deliciously dysfunctional as mine
littleone
So now BOTH my "home states" are experiencing scandal. First the colonoscopy clinic that reused syringes and gave a bunch of people Hepatitis C in my real home state (seriously - how screwed up is that? It was all on the direction of the jackass in charge, who was already enormously wealthy but decided to risk his patients' lives by cutting corners even more). And now Elliot Spitzer resigns in the wake of a prostitution scandal. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Who DOES that? A man in a high-profile public position, with a wife and three teenage daughters (can you imagine your father doing this?), how could he have been so selfish as to do such a despicable thing? Talk about hypocrisy. Sick.
And on a lighter note... I was taking ballet class at my old studio the night before last, and there was a man in my class wearing pink tights, a women's leotard, pink legwarmers, and pink shoes. I mean, I'm all for androgyny and gender-neutral life and whatnot, but who shoves themselves into that crap when they don't have to? Seriously, no sane female dancer wants to look at herself in pink tights. More power to Pink Tights Man, I guess.
xx and hope your hometown is as deliciously dysfunctional as mine
littleone
Already Bored With Break
Travelling sucks balls. I won't bore you with my story, but I wasted a ton of money and was delayed nearly 48 hours total. My shenanigans involved illegally staying in Noyes an extra night with a friend I was lucky to know was there. DAMN ALL BUSES.
I'm eating chocolate at 12:30 in the morn. I'm not PMSing or anything, it's just what I do when I'm home. I am constantly bored here so I get fat. crap. I'm just a fat bored monster. ha, I kid. Does anyone else think we have too much freaking vacation time?
I hope all your breaks are going at least relaxedly, if not kick-ass Chuck Norris style. I'm hoping to go to "10,000 B.C." to see some amazing laughable action with my friends and make fun of it the whole way through. It's obnoxious, but such is youth's way, alas. So bug off, media consumers. I'm a hip young counter-culture Vassar righteous vegan organic hemp-sexxing junior revolutionary and I don't shave my legs.
I love Vassar, though. And I do take the afore-described stereotypical hippie Vassarite seriously.
CJDC
I'm eating chocolate at 12:30 in the morn. I'm not PMSing or anything, it's just what I do when I'm home. I am constantly bored here so I get fat. crap. I'm just a fat bored monster. ha, I kid. Does anyone else think we have too much freaking vacation time?
I hope all your breaks are going at least relaxedly, if not kick-ass Chuck Norris style. I'm hoping to go to "10,000 B.C." to see some amazing laughable action with my friends and make fun of it the whole way through. It's obnoxious, but such is youth's way, alas. So bug off, media consumers. I'm a hip young counter-culture Vassar righteous vegan organic hemp-sexxing junior revolutionary and I don't shave my legs.
I love Vassar, though. And I do take the afore-described stereotypical hippie Vassarite seriously.
CJDC
3.11.2008
Drowsy puppy...
Don't you hate when you have those down days? Mine didn't start off that way.
I think it's a combination of things. I'm missing Vassar--my independence, my friends, etc--and I'm feeling like I should be working ahead for research/preparation on the two 15-page papers that will kick my ass after break. I know I'm GOING to do schoolwork at some point, but it's two lengthy things that I can't just get done in a day the way I can other things, so there's the constant looming over my head that I usually avoid by not procrastinating on little homework things but that's unavoidable with a big project.
But anyway.
Now that I've got that out of the way.
Rest assured that I'll have enthusiastic posts soon... But also just know that if you're having a down, slow spring break day, you're not the only one :). And soon we'll be back at Vassar, ready to party it up with our friends!
- aRCHEL
3.10.2008
Brawl.
Having received my copy of Super Smash Bros. Brawl in the mail at approximately 2:00 today, I have beaten my four-year-old sister with every character I've unlocked. I am currently 1:31 through the Subspace Emissary.
and
I LOVE IT!
That is all.
Hope your break's going well!
MUAH!
SPRiNKLES
and
I LOVE IT!
That is all.
Hope your break's going well!
MUAH!
SPRiNKLES
Finally At Peace
It's spring break and time for peace. For those who stayed at Vassar to work, the more power to you! I congratulate all of you. For those who left, how goes it? My break is so far very relaxing and peaceful. I've enjoying being with my friends from high school and even hanging out with friends from Vassar. Shopping and eating and wandering and laughing and reminiscing over old times... It's been what I've been waiting for (despite just having a break in January).
I'm in the mood to do things I've never done before. I'm just planning on wandering around, not doing anything in particular, letting the brisk breeze blow by. And, when summer comes around, things will just be 10 million times better.
So, with that said, I do have a few suggestions to have fun during the break. Take 'em however you want, some people just don't know how to read language sometimes, but here goes:
HAVE FUN!
BE SAFE!
AND COME BACK TO SCHOOL!
This has been your public announcement from your friendly after school adviser!
Luvs and hugs,
Dyamond Phillips
I'm in the mood to do things I've never done before. I'm just planning on wandering around, not doing anything in particular, letting the brisk breeze blow by. And, when summer comes around, things will just be 10 million times better.
So, with that said, I do have a few suggestions to have fun during the break. Take 'em however you want, some people just don't know how to read language sometimes, but here goes:
HAVE FUN!
BE SAFE!
AND COME BACK TO SCHOOL!
This has been your public announcement from your friendly after school adviser!
Luvs and hugs,
Dyamond Phillips
A "Brawl" At Last
At 12:10 AM this very Sunday morning, I was waiting anxiously in line to purchase my copy of the long-awaited (2 years), twice-delayed SUPER SMASH BROS. BRAWL. The game is amazing. It has an insane amount of content and unlockable content ranging from secret characters, to secret battle stages, and other play modes. It was certainly well worth the wait. I'll be enjoying my time at home, for sure, until my friends return from school at which point we'll all play together and my story will be a great deal less lame. :PHave an enjoyable and safe spring break,
-Poseidon
3.09.2008
Buckle up! It's gonna be a wild, wild ride...
What an insane trip home.
So I was already nervous about getting home because of the intense snow. After a long delay, spent with a friend of a friend of a friend from Vassar, the plane finally took off. I slept for most of the time because I have this killer cold right now.
Upon landing, I got a phone call from my parents saying that they hadn't left yet to pick me up since the roads were just too treacherous. I was planning to just hang out at the airport, then we discovered that my city was in a level 3 blizzard warning--meaning that it was literally illegal for anyone to be out on the roads.
"Plane slides off runway at Port Columbus"... "...dumped 20.4 inches of snow in one go, surpassing the previous all-time 15.3-inch record in 1910, and the March record of 9.6 inches in 1906"... "95% of flights cancelled"... Crazy, crazy, crazy:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_2008_North_American_blizzard
We decided that the best thing to do would be for me to stay at a hotel (even though I was about an hour from home on a good day!) My Vassar friend's parents drove me to the hotel, where I lounged around sexily on the hotel bed, blowing my nose and coughing and making a few phone calls/texts. Then the blizzard where I was staying moved from a level 2 up to level 3, meaning that everywhere from me to home it was illegal to drive. I went down to the lobby where they had set up some things from the breakfast since no one could leave the hotel, and I had some pb&j and hot chocolate plus a Vassar apple later.
So I ended up staying alone in a hotel for the first time. Believe it or not, it was actually really fun. I felt guilty enjoying myself since a hotel obviously isn't free and since I wasn't HOME enjoying myself, but... It was kind of like riding an airplane my first time alone, except that I was super-independent in every way. I went to bed fairly early being sick and all and I slept away a lot of the afternoon/evening, but it was still really fun. I'd do it again, actually.
This morning I woke up, called my parents (they were already en route), got dressed and had some hotel breakfast (yay bagels!) and then they came. Now I'm finally home after what should have felt like more of a struggle, I think.
I'd say that now my break can start, but I think it already has... And what happens on spring break stays on spring break, right? (Just kidding.)
I hope you all are relaxing at home and enjoying good food, company, and all that goes with it!
- aRCHEL
Once Upon a Time...
...there was a boy. This boy had to get home by train. So, he got a ticket for the 3:07 Amtrak to Buffalo-Depew. He boarded the train at 3:07, and arrived at his destination at approximately six and one-half hours later, exactly on time. And he lived happily ever after.
THIS is NOT what happened on Friday. Almost the polar opposite, in fact. I'll try to keep it short and sweet.
I got on the train at 3:07; the train pulled into Albany at approximately 4:25. At that point, we stayed at the station for a half-hour so one of the engines (we had 2 on front and 1 on back) could be switched out. We departed at approx. 5:00.
We chugged onwards, only noticing as we came close to Rome that a funky smell, almost like crap was diffusing throughout the train. Upon inspection at Rome station, it was determined that one of the wheels on the very front engine had jammed and wasn't working, causing the horrid smell. It was also determined that the engine would have to be detached, and that this could only be done at a point that was two-and-a-half miles BEHIND US. In addition to this, one of the conductors had to get out to watch the wheel to be sure nothing else happened as we were backing up, so we went back 2-1/2 miles WALKING SPEED. It took 1.5 HOURS.
After safely detaching the engine, we chugged back into Rome, where it was announced that it would be faster to board another train going in the same direction. This train was sold out; yet we had no choice. So everyone got off the train and boarded the other train. We were delayed by another 1/2 hour waiting for a train ahead of us to depart the Syracuse station.
I got into Buffalo-Depew at 1:30 a.m. I had a lovely TEN HOUR train ride. I hope your journey was better. It wouldn't take much.
SPRiNKLES
P.S.: Vid I Just Saw And Had To Share:
THIS is NOT what happened on Friday. Almost the polar opposite, in fact. I'll try to keep it short and sweet.
I got on the train at 3:07; the train pulled into Albany at approximately 4:25. At that point, we stayed at the station for a half-hour so one of the engines (we had 2 on front and 1 on back) could be switched out. We departed at approx. 5:00.
We chugged onwards, only noticing as we came close to Rome that a funky smell, almost like crap was diffusing throughout the train. Upon inspection at Rome station, it was determined that one of the wheels on the very front engine had jammed and wasn't working, causing the horrid smell. It was also determined that the engine would have to be detached, and that this could only be done at a point that was two-and-a-half miles BEHIND US. In addition to this, one of the conductors had to get out to watch the wheel to be sure nothing else happened as we were backing up, so we went back 2-1/2 miles WALKING SPEED. It took 1.5 HOURS.
After safely detaching the engine, we chugged back into Rome, where it was announced that it would be faster to board another train going in the same direction. This train was sold out; yet we had no choice. So everyone got off the train and boarded the other train. We were delayed by another 1/2 hour waiting for a train ahead of us to depart the Syracuse station.
I got into Buffalo-Depew at 1:30 a.m. I had a lovely TEN HOUR train ride. I hope your journey was better. It wouldn't take much.
SPRiNKLES
P.S.: Vid I Just Saw And Had To Share:
3.08.2008
Home is Where the Bed Is
I’m home! It is really wonderful. Long drive home, but somewhat scenic, which was nice. We also discovered that Super 8 motels provide free internet. Useful, right?
I got home yesterday evening, with two of my lovely Lathrop friends, one of whom is staying with me. It’s really werid to see your college friends in your house. But also really nice A mixing of your different worlds.
I have now slept for 13 hours. Proof at just how much midterms wore me out. Are any of you home? Do you enjoy snuggling up in your bed for more than half a day? I know I do! I don’t have much else to add, because all I’ve done is sleep….not that I’m complaining!
I hope you all have a fantastic break. See you in 2 weeks! But I will keep you posted on my oh-so exciting home life, never fear.
-Peabo
I got home yesterday evening, with two of my lovely Lathrop friends, one of whom is staying with me. It’s really werid to see your college friends in your house. But also really nice A mixing of your different worlds.
I have now slept for 13 hours. Proof at just how much midterms wore me out. Are any of you home? Do you enjoy snuggling up in your bed for more than half a day? I know I do! I don’t have much else to add, because all I’ve done is sleep….not that I’m complaining!
I hope you all have a fantastic break. See you in 2 weeks! But I will keep you posted on my oh-so exciting home life, never fear.
-Peabo
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