Will add captions later--the mu shu is here!

Anna (in her coat Rabby), me, and Dominique on our way to Winter Wonderland...



Julia wearing Anna's coat and me wearing Julia's. We were going for Euro-trashy which didn't work out a. because we don't know what euro-trash is exactly, and b. because we didn't end up even going to the euro-trash party.




I have long since learned not to wear anything involving black when Anna is wearing Rabby--He sheds more than any coat I've ever met.



So fresh and so clean after a cheap harlem wax...



Elevator pics are always a good idea, except when you forget to press a button first and find yourself on the 16th floor instead of the first.



Marshall.



Anna and Marshall's lil brother who was up to visit last weekend.



Anna and Julia before Winter Wonderland.



Adorable!



The wood paneling is even worse than the stuff in my old bedroom!
Good thing ours is a lovely shade of robin's egg blue now.

P.S.

I have 90% mastered the subway system. As long as I have access to 2 maps and an MTA official.

Bore

Here's the annoying thing: the fact that I am taking symbolic logic is not helping me much in doing the circuit problem assigned in CS this week (which is what Symbolic Logic is all about). Maybe because I am not focused enough right now to do any sort of synthesis or analysis or anything. Monday is not over yet and I'm ready for the weekend. But when am I not?

Saw the Academy Awards yesterday with Karen, Ian, and their fam friends. The highlight was the excellent fondue. The lowlight was the Academy Awards show. Who decided creme-beige chiffon was attractive? Who put the wig on PenCruz's head? Who thought Hugh could sing?
And who allowed Religulous director to plug his own film whilst presenting a documentary award?

I do love Tina Fey, though.

Anna finally got around to uploading photos from Winter Wonderland so I will post those soon. Tomorrow I am going to Radioshack to buy a computer and I will also be purchasing camera accessories so that I can finally upload the photos I have on my camera...
It is funny how quickly time escapes me. Or scary. But not to worry. I am on top of homework which is the only thing that matters to me this semestre. That and finding decent housing for next year.

Sorry this blog is boring, but it is about my life. I will try to spice it up with fictional events next time.
Love you!

Ode to MacLemenFunk

I think of you every day at the dining hall as I stretch the limits of my poor ravaged palate with hot sandwiches made with marinara and provolone or cucumbers and hummus, bolstering myself with thoughts of a cheese-filled cookie.
Every time I see a street performer standing on his head or an artistic flier taped to a bus stop or a page of really well-organized notes I begin to compose a letter to you in my head.
My notebooks are still filled with pen drawings of snakes, fish, birds, dragons, really large eyes, and the occasional goblet. Sometimes I write notes to my friends here on lined paper and fold them up with the little "Pull Me" tab, but I know they don't quite get it.
This summer I will trudge up the path to your house again and drop my oversize bag on the floor in your entryway and make small talk with Kendall while I wait for you to emerge in your baggy sweatpants and ridiculous excuse for a ponytail.
We can make lemon bars.

I love you, Macky.

I am feeling very expansive right now. Can people feel expansive? I dont' know.
But I am.
I'm reading Dreams of My Father. I have to admit, even when in Harlem on election night, I still held out a little bit in my mind, thinking that it wasn't possible that any human being merited this sort of enthusiasm. But maybe Obama does. He is an incredible writer, in any case. And that is a most important feature in any important person.
Has anyone else read this? If not, I suggest you give it a try.

I went to Winter Wonderland last night--for those of you who I haven't told about it, the CU Freshman winter formal. The music was loud enough that no sort of 2-way conversation could take place, but it was music that I like, and so I threw off my heels and danced with abandonment. There were maybe twice as many girls as boys there, and so I ended up dancing mostly with girls from my floor--Julia and I made frequent, sweaty trips to the surprisingly satisfactory refreshment table, I gulped down several cups of overly-sweetened lemonade.
There are pictures available but for some reason they don't do justice to how gorgeous we all looked.
Such is life.

Love you!

Suicide

I'm sure most people haven't heard about it, but there was a CC freshman who committed suicide this weekend. Some of the girls on my hallway were friends with him, but I'd never met him. Don't exactly no how to feel about it, they keep sending us emails about how much he was enjoying life at Columbia, etc... I just kind of feel like I'm being lied to about it and I'm not sure why. Or maybe that's what the family was telling themselves to feel better about it, or maybe it was true.
In any case, just thought I should address it, I guess. It's weird because I'm sure I've bumped into him at least once in all of the time I've been here, and I guess in some way I should feel connected to him, but really it doesn't feel like an event that took place in my life or my community--it seems to surreal or something.
Anyhow, I'm up programming (when am I not)... Questioning my life plan. As always. I'm now thinking I might want to go into infant and early-childhood development, maybe work in another country, or with at-risk parents or something.
I don't know if I could feel fulfilled working computer programming, but I guess someone's gotta do it. And maybe I'll love it when I get into the more serious stuff, but it's just so hard to tell because the work I would be doing would probably just be on an entirely different field from the work I'm doing now and...
I don't know.
To many "..."s.
The point being, I want to live in India when I grow up.

Ugh this was a stupid random post, but whatevs. If anyone has any wisdom to share on the subject of undergrad majors--please do.
Love you all.