Yeah, yeah, so "something shiny" caught my attention, yet again, so I am moving (yet again):
http://soylatte.tumblr.com/
Will I be crawling back to Blogger before long? Who knows.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Hook Up the Soy Latte IV NOW, PLEASE!
Karen without her morning coffee = Karen falling asleep in two of the three classes she chose to attend today.
Experiment failed - I need that cup of coffee!
Now I am behind on material about the Russian Revolution and The Federal Clean Water Act of 1972 because I was not conscious to hear the information in class.
***
"____ forwarded me the emails about our IC littles!"
"Oh. Yeah. Renee gave my little away to ___ instead because you did not sign up to replace me on the calendar like I told you to, so you don't have a little anymore."
"Oh. I was supposed to sign up on the calendar? Isn't the waitlist capped at five people?"
"You should still just have signed up."
"Oh."
Silence
"That's okay... At least ____ has a little... How are you doing on fellowships?"
Then we had lunch together at the would-be quaint chain pancake house. A really awkward lunch. Where we did not know what to say to each other.
Then she paid.
Then we went Asian grocery shopping at Ranch 99.
If picking up that little-who-would-probably-have-been-at-least-three-years-older-than-me would have made her happy or things less awkward, I would have done it.
Really, we have nothing in common.
Ughhhhh.
***
All that on top of being un-caffeinated today.
Experiment failed - I need that cup of coffee!
Now I am behind on material about the Russian Revolution and The Federal Clean Water Act of 1972 because I was not conscious to hear the information in class.
***
"____ forwarded me the emails about our IC littles!"
"Oh. Yeah. Renee gave my little away to ___ instead because you did not sign up to replace me on the calendar like I told you to, so you don't have a little anymore."
"Oh. I was supposed to sign up on the calendar? Isn't the waitlist capped at five people?"
"You should still just have signed up."
"Oh."
Silence
"That's okay... At least ____ has a little... How are you doing on fellowships?"
Then we had lunch together at the would-be quaint chain pancake house. A really awkward lunch. Where we did not know what to say to each other.
Then she paid.
Then we went Asian grocery shopping at Ranch 99.
If picking up that little-who-would-probably-have-been-at-least-three-years-older-than-me would have made her happy or things less awkward, I would have done it.
Really, we have nothing in common.
Ughhhhh.
***
All that on top of being un-caffeinated today.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things
I don't keep up with up all the hip new happenings in music very often, but...
OMG!! <3 <3 <3
How could his new album possibly get any more perfect???
Seven days!
We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things is the forthcoming album by Jason Mraz, scheduled for release on May 13[1], 2008... will also feature collaborations with James Morrison on the track "Details In The Fabric" and with Colbie Caillat[2], on the track "Lucky."
OMG!! <3 <3 <3
How could his new album possibly get any more perfect???
Seven days!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
The Return to Normalcy?
My most interesting class this quarter is probably a European history course titled, "Fascism, Communism, and the Crisis of Liberal Democracy, 1919-1945."
Fascism? Communism? World War I? The Great Depression? World War II? Seriously, what's not to like?
Today's lecture laid out exactly how liberal democracy in Europe basically fucked itself during the Great Depression by holding tight to classical liberal economic policies like cutting government spending and welfare programs when over 1/4 of the population was unemployed and all the calorie-hogging unemployed "bread-winning" men of the family sat on their depressed asses all day while their wives made many sacrifices to keep the household running, with helplessly watching all of their teeth rot and fall out due to malnutrition and lack of caloric intake being one of the few common female symbols of poverty and solidarity in the 1930s.
Men.
I am starting to believe that women really may have a higher threshold for pain.
To sum up my little spiel, liberal democratic nations' attempted return to the 19th century types of economic supremacy ended up silently and slowly screwing all of them over and making the fascist and communist alternatives all the more attractive to desperate, unemployed, depressed, starving, balding, toothless Europeans.
***
I got on a plane headed for San Francisco at 6:30 am last Friday, arrived in Berkeley at around 10 am, and had more fun and laughs in those three-and-a-half days than I have had at UCSD all year. You really won't appreciate just how fucking awesome your best friends are until you have to move away from them.
It was kind of hard to believe that I only spent a little more than three days in Berkeley away from the daily routines and obligations of my busy-but-actually-quite-unfulfilled-when-I-really-think-about-it socal college life here at UCSD. Everything about my trip to Berkeley just felt so natural and effortless. For the first time in a very long time, I felt genuinely happy.
I kind of forgot what "genuine happiness" felt like since I started pledging and eventually became an "active brother" of the fraternity, so this past weekend spent with the most awesome people I will ever hope to meet served as a refreshing little reminder and recharged my spirits for the remaining half of the last quarter of my first year in college.
While I was in Berkeley, life in "real time" seemed to have been suspended along with all of the obligations, responsibilities, and negativity associated with my life in socal, but within half and hour of my setting foot on campus, "the return to normalcy" shifted into high gear.
***
I was an hour late to an event I did not know existed. The moment I stepped into the small living room, a tall, lanky, smiling body appeared out of nowhere and pulled me into a tight hug. He confronted me with a semi-true rumor about me going inactive next quarter and pulled me into an even tighter hug before I could answer, as if I would suddenly disappear into the shadowy abyss of "inactivity" the moment he let go.
Everybody was being extra nice to me. I did not understand what was happening.
Then a girl who I never really talk to wrote on my wall last night to encourage me to come out to more events.
Then awkward-boy-who-always-looks-pained-when-I-try-to-talk-to-him who usually pretends to not see me when we are both walking around the Muir College campus actually stopped and CALLED OUT my name while I was pretending to not see him today. Just to say hi.
... What on earth happened in that one hour before I arrived? I have a strong hunch that I was the subject of at least one discussion.
I don't really know how I should react to all of this.
What kind of "invisible" pockets of trouble could possibly be hidden in my personal "return to normalcy"?
***
My friend and I are both ardent believers that when life puts you in shittier situation after shittier situation, something fucking amazing is bound to be waiting just around the corner.
I had my environmental law midterm tonight. Three essay questions, with three parts each. So we had to complete a nine-part essay exam in exactly one hour. I barely managed to finish six. And my answers were still not as thorough or well-written as I would have liked.
Taking everything else into consideration, I really hope my weekend in Berkeley did not just suck up my "shitty reserves" because I have my mind set on something quite specific for my "fucking amazing" thing.
And that specific something sure would require a hefty store of "the shitty" to materialize if our theory of how life works were to be true.
Fascism? Communism? World War I? The Great Depression? World War II? Seriously, what's not to like?
Today's lecture laid out exactly how liberal democracy in Europe basically fucked itself during the Great Depression by holding tight to classical liberal economic policies like cutting government spending and welfare programs when over 1/4 of the population was unemployed and all the calorie-hogging unemployed "bread-winning" men of the family sat on their depressed asses all day while their wives made many sacrifices to keep the household running, with helplessly watching all of their teeth rot and fall out due to malnutrition and lack of caloric intake being one of the few common female symbols of poverty and solidarity in the 1930s.
Men.
I am starting to believe that women really may have a higher threshold for pain.
To sum up my little spiel, liberal democratic nations' attempted return to the 19th century types of economic supremacy ended up silently and slowly screwing all of them over and making the fascist and communist alternatives all the more attractive to desperate, unemployed, depressed, starving, balding, toothless Europeans.
***
I got on a plane headed for San Francisco at 6:30 am last Friday, arrived in Berkeley at around 10 am, and had more fun and laughs in those three-and-a-half days than I have had at UCSD all year. You really won't appreciate just how fucking awesome your best friends are until you have to move away from them.
It was kind of hard to believe that I only spent a little more than three days in Berkeley away from the daily routines and obligations of my busy-but-actually-quite-unfulfilled-when-I-really-think-about-it socal college life here at UCSD. Everything about my trip to Berkeley just felt so natural and effortless. For the first time in a very long time, I felt genuinely happy.
I kind of forgot what "genuine happiness" felt like since I started pledging and eventually became an "active brother" of the fraternity, so this past weekend spent with the most awesome people I will ever hope to meet served as a refreshing little reminder and recharged my spirits for the remaining half of the last quarter of my first year in college.
While I was in Berkeley, life in "real time" seemed to have been suspended along with all of the obligations, responsibilities, and negativity associated with my life in socal, but within half and hour of my setting foot on campus, "the return to normalcy" shifted into high gear.
***
I was an hour late to an event I did not know existed. The moment I stepped into the small living room, a tall, lanky, smiling body appeared out of nowhere and pulled me into a tight hug. He confronted me with a semi-true rumor about me going inactive next quarter and pulled me into an even tighter hug before I could answer, as if I would suddenly disappear into the shadowy abyss of "inactivity" the moment he let go.
Everybody was being extra nice to me. I did not understand what was happening.
Then a girl who I never really talk to wrote on my wall last night to encourage me to come out to more events.
Then awkward-boy-who-always-looks-pained-when-I-try-to-talk-to-him who usually pretends to not see me when we are both walking around the Muir College campus actually stopped and CALLED OUT my name while I was pretending to not see him today. Just to say hi.
... What on earth happened in that one hour before I arrived? I have a strong hunch that I was the subject of at least one discussion.
I don't really know how I should react to all of this.
What kind of "invisible" pockets of trouble could possibly be hidden in my personal "return to normalcy"?
***
My friend and I are both ardent believers that when life puts you in shittier situation after shittier situation, something fucking amazing is bound to be waiting just around the corner.
I had my environmental law midterm tonight. Three essay questions, with three parts each. So we had to complete a nine-part essay exam in exactly one hour. I barely managed to finish six. And my answers were still not as thorough or well-written as I would have liked.
Taking everything else into consideration, I really hope my weekend in Berkeley did not just suck up my "shitty reserves" because I have my mind set on something quite specific for my "fucking amazing" thing.
And that specific something sure would require a hefty store of "the shitty" to materialize if our theory of how life works were to be true.
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