Head ache

Tentative Spring Schedule:
Hindi
CompSci JAVA (again...)
First Year English (Legacy of the Mediterranean, I think)
PE (tai chi? it comes highly recommended...)
and either 20th Century Poetry: Race, Gender, and Poetic Form
or Intro to Symbolic Logic

What do we think???

P.S. Watched American Chopper tonight. I would recommend that show to anyone with a spare hour. It was highly enjoyable, and the commercials were top notch.

Stinky Subway Riders

I have been sitting next to some seriously questionably-smelling fellow subway passengers lately. But it's all worth it because Em and Bam are here, and we're having a MARVELOUS time!!! Here's what we have done:
1. H + M, Sephora, wandering through and admiring Em's old stomping grounds.
2. Thanksgiving hamburger/rueben (who knew I liked Saurkraut??? That is definitely not how you spell it)
3. Secretly learning new things about the subways, but pretending like I already knew them.
4. Eating at a CRAAAAZY chinese restaurant with roasted ducks, heads still attached, hanging in the window, and a painted roasted duck with its head still on decorating the big mirror at the center of the far wall.
5. Watched "To Be or Not To Be" with Em--forties comedy about naziism in Poland. Very good, and inspiring.
In short, just admiring the city. Each time someone visits I notice new things about the city. I really love it here, even though my complainy posts may suggest otherwise.
I've just been reading the Village Voice (we're supposed to be too cool for it, but I feel like they have good suggestions, even if the writing is a bit on the cheesy side. And free will horoscopess! (Marni turned me on to these)
I'm not even going to try to make that paragraph grammatically correct...

I haven't posted in forevs (or at least a little while) because my computer is broken, and though my new iTouch (thanks m and d!!!) is fabulous for many things, it is not a very good instrument for typing long-winded blog posts.
So now I am posting on a TOTALLY PUBLIC, Dell computer (dell = really loud/slow typing), and probably someone is going to come up behind me at any moment and read all of my secrets, and then life here as I know it will be over. Like Harriet the Spy, only not really like that at all.
Speaking of Harriet the Spy... ROSIE!!!

That's all I have to say on the subject.

I did my laundry today, I would like you all to know. It was very responsible of me, until I forgot that my clothes were still in the dryer and left to meet Bam and Em in China town. But no one is here, so aside from being slightly wrinkled (I'm too cool to wear wrinkle-free clothing, anyhow), I'm sure they will be fine. Also, I'm making a start on cleaning my room (Slow and steady wins the race. Wouldn't want to shock Rupert the fish after his recent move, anyhow...)

Everyone who reads this should comment and say how much they love me and their fave things about me, because I'm feeling a little lonely and out of touch, what with all of the Barnard students being in Long Island and everything.
Love you!!!

--Sneevs

LOL

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/29205

Okay, this is getting out of hand.
I'm going to read Malcom X.... Now.

Things you didn't know about me:

What is more fun than answering endless questions about your own personality? Answering endless questions about your own personality and then being told awesome things about yourself that you never knew before!!!

For instance:
I have a 51% addictive personality.
My "love number" is one, which means I am stubborn, loyal, and wise (so true!!!).
I have low self esteem 24% of the time.
My taste in cupcakes is not exactly an accurate representation of my personality... (vain, shy, and restrained? I don't think so.)
However, my PBJ sandwich indicates that I am gluttonous, laid back, flexible, and a little trashy (definitely accurate... right?)


Ugh. Definitely bored with my life right now. I need to get out more, not only when people come to visit. Some of the girls and I might hang out down town and watch Slumdog Millionaire (again) tomorrow. But it's usually almost impossible to transport a large group off campus. Aren't other people as bored as I am with Morningside Heights???
Apparently not.

Tiger Balm

I wish I could bathe in it.

taytay

Tay's visit was amazing, of course. Spent two full days in Brooklyn, doing hip things and eating excellent food. Wandered around harlem, ate indian food, watched Slumdog Millionaire (best movie, everyone who reads this must watch it. It was a crier, for me at least. Wade remained disappointingly stoic...)
We ate Elvis sandwiches at Peanut Butter and co (Tay was brave enough to try hers with bacon) and had some crazy good american food while talking american politics (or listening to Karen and Wade talk American politics). We went to the whitney and saw a new photography exhibit (I can't remember the name of the photographer, but he was really good) and then I went downstairs to the Calder exhibit which was obviously mindblowing. Totally reminded me, Tay, and Wade of Macky.
I'm sure I've left a million things out, but that was the jist of it (gyst????????).
Ask Tay to tell you about our crazy cab times.

Today I failed (or at least did badly) on my Econ test. I'm going to have to start turning in my problem sets this week, even though they are tedious and the TA apparently has a bone to pick with every undergraduate econ student. We were moving so slowly for the whole first half of the semester that I figured I would be fine just reading the book (which I learn much more from than I do from lectures anyhow), but it's pass/fail so I should still be fine.
I've never been this stressed or incapable of doing what I need to do in, but I feel like I'm learning more than I ever have in my entire life. I think that failing at things is maybe good for me in a whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger/thomas edison sort of way.
I have to choose my classes for next semester, and I think I'm going to take another computer science course, and drop the Econ thing. Do you think I could major in lit and minor in computer science? And then go on to become a helicopter pilot for the Coast Guard?

knock 'em out

Met with Prof Cannon today. It was not as scary as I thought it would be, but also not successful on the downloading eclipse front. When this computer dies I'm swearing off Macs for the rest of my life.
At least I have one, though. A girl on my floor doesn't have her own computer and so she ends up spending a million hours in the lab and no one on our floor besides her roommie has ever spoken to her.
I did better than average on the midterm, though. So at least I am not BAD at compsci.
I keep thinking I'm going to just work on my assignment until I've finished the half I'm s'posed to have done tonight, but there are so many easier, less interesting options such as posting in my blog and looking up all of my profs on facebook.... which was actually very easily the best thing I've done with my night.

I'd suggest you all try it.
The other fun thing I did today was make crayon rubbings of leaves and various baby chewing toys with Baby Girl. She was very nice up until the last 20 minutes when she decided that she needed to go outside. She kept giving me the keys and trying to get Baby Boy in the stroller, but there was no time, and she already had a cold, so I turned on Beethoven instead.
Beethoven just isn't as good as Bach, and she started pushing Baby Boy again... I'm going to bring CDs next time. Here's my question: Why do people think that babies should only listen to baby music and Baby Genius music? Baby music isn't even good, except for Raffy.

HINDI IS SO HARD!!!

Lucky you!!!

Okay, so I actually still can't sleep, so you guys get to hear even more fun stuff about my life!!!
Maybe it would be better to focus on the positive this time. And PIXXX!

Okay, list of happy peaceful things that I usually like when I'm stressed and it's not almost dawn:

1. Yummy Hungarian Pastry Shop!!!



I usually make them make me steamed milk even though it's not on the menu and they put in honey and almond extract.

2. Duck Pond!!!



This was the only picture I could find of the Morningside duck pond so you can't tell that there's actually a waterfall there. And the goose in the picture has a broken wing. I probably should have just put a generic duck pond and pretended it was Morningside, but I have too much integrity. I went there with the babiez the other day and it started pouring, so we had to run for cover, and guess what happened to be the nearest cover?! Well, nearest cover with cookies and steamed milk...
That's right! The pastry shop! It was a double whammy, plus rain, which I always love.

3. Playing The Beatles on my Record Player!!!



But I can't do that right now because my room mate is sleeping for once in her life. She is a crazy studier and makes me feel like such a slacker!!! But now I am not only a slacker, I am a slacker who sleeps even less than she does!

4. & 5. San Pellegrino from the vending machines!!!



This one counts for two because I always get the Sparkling Orange AND the Limonata (or however it's spelled). I would do this one now, but I don't have any dollaz.

6. Singing along to Sounds of Silence!!!



Baby girl only likes to hear Simon and Garfunkel on my iPod, and this is the only song I can sing along to even though I don't know the lyrics. It's nice because we both sing along and so I don't have to feel self-conscious because she doesn't know the lyrics either.

Well, I might be tired now, but either way I'm gonna lay (lie?) back down because I have to wake up in a couple of hours...
Love you guys!!!

complainy

1. It is 3:37 in the morning, so you know, and this not sleeping thing is seriously getting serious. Mama says it's no good to just lie there in bed stressing, though, so I thought I would just let you all know that you are free to contact me at any hour because staying up late is NOT as fun as a barrel of monkeys.
2. I am still lying (laying?) down in my bed, though, and still stressing because I have to play with the babiez tomorrow and I have to get up early so I can shower and eat first so that I will be cute and peppy in the morning, or at least wearing make-up because:
a. I have to ask the babiez' mommy if she will be a rec so that I can get fancy shmancy jobs on the Upper East Side who pay for take-out and cabz.
b. I have to be cute for when I meet with my prof tomorrow. But not in a creepy way.
c. I haven't showered in too long, and I can't even get away with it anymore because it is so humid here (TMI? That's what blogs are for.)
d. What if I run into rohan/john/actorboy/alex/cute blonde boy who I see walking around on campus all of the time and make eye contact with but haven't spoken to yet in the dining hall/on my way to office hours/class?
4. OMG, a million things to do, such as:
a. Compsci homeworks. That is plural on purpose.
b. ECON MIDTERM on Mon.
c. Hindi exercises so that my prof definitely doesn't think I'm a slacker and doesn't change his mind about letting me make up all of my sick days, and so that I don't forget every single word/conjugation. Also, just noticed that there is a conversation portion on our final ) :
But I'm not doing them because they will just make me MORE stressed and prolly more unable to sleep.
5. Ugh, I"M SO HUNGRY all of the time because even though I eat so much, it's not that good, so I don't even feel like I've eaten. Except when they have baked MacNCheese and collard greens at JJ.
Plus I ran out of the bananas that I stole from the dining hall to eat with my peanut butter.
Plus I practically lost my appetite today because I had to eat with this anorexic girl who had bran CEREAL for dinner WITHOUT MILK and DIDN:T EVEN FINISH IT!!! And then she was mean and said my food looked gross, so I had to eat it with even more gusto, because it was actually pretty good, at least the salad, and it was totally AWK at the table I was at so I didn't want to look up or have to talk or anything.

It'll be okay, though, because guess who's coming to visit in 2 dayyyyzzz!!!
BFF Taylor Jacobe!!!!

Too bad I will be a crazed zombie by the time her plane lands.

this love has taken its toll

I am having a seriously unhealthy Maroon 5 addiction right now. It is going along with my week-long boy crazy throw-back-to-middle-school time. Let me tell you about some of the boys who I have crushes on:

(in no particular order)
Adorable! crush: John computer science boy. He wears glasses sometimes so that he can see to the front of the classroom and it's totally nerdy and hot. However, I just learned that he is a frat boy.
Admiring crush: Alex. He is SO RIGHTEOUS. Plus he always invites me to all of the church activities and reminds me to come to institute and likes museums.
Mad Hot Crush: Rohan. I think we've spoken 4 times because he lives on Rian/John's floor. But I mentioned to my roommie how I had a Mad Hot Crush on him and she said she was fb friends with him so I friended him and he accepted within a day, which everyone knows is probably the beginning of a whirlwind romance.
Actor Crush: This boy who goes to Columbia and I forgot his name, but in the play he was in his name was Marshall and he was a dead husband. SO CUTE!
Professor Crush: Prof Cannon. He is always sipping a coke and has food storage which might lead you to believe that he is a mormon, but I don't think he is. What he is is HOTT!!! Which means that when I go to office hours to get my midterm and ask about assignments and stuff I'm gonna be all blush-y and awkward. Plus one time I said hi to him when I saw him on campus before I remembered that he has no idea who I am because I am in a 200 person lecture class and also I usually don't speak or ask questions.

So now you know. Maybe this is what happens to a person when they live at an all girls school. Or "all women institution" which makes us sound like crazy people, but who's counting.

Oh, and in other news, my orchid got sunburnt and died. Let this be a lesson to us all. About sunscreen and cancer and everything. Because of my carelessness I have nothing left to put on top of our fridge except for bananas.


Okay, so to be honest with you, the real reason that I am posting right now is because I have to write this paper and I totally don't want to do it, but I'll buck up now so that I can actually wake up on time for Econ tomorrow.

!!!

http://www.bwog.net/articles/obama_mania_on_broadway

That's what I was up to until approx. 3 am on election night...

What did you guys do to celebrate (/mourn... but I don't think I actually even know any McCain supporters, so nvm.)

Also, my texting stopped working so I called pretty much everyone in my phonebook because... it just seemed like the thing to do. I was talking to Gian in California while we were waiting for all of the polls to close, I talked (or rather screamed) to my mom while I was in Harlem, I got an email from my grandma the next morning. It was nice to feel connected to so many people--people who I've never seen or spoken to who live just blocks away from me, and people who I know and love who live thousands of miles away.
I figure everyone has the right to get a little cornball at such a special time, so that's my little Obama victory story.

In other news, I just paid a $7 copay for a 10-day bottle of penicillin at the Barnard Student Health Services clinic, which is conveniently located in the basement of my dorm. With all of the free cable, abundant lounges, and people to clean the bathrooms they're going to have a hard time getting me to move out when the time comes.

Good day with the kiddos...

I really feel like I had a fun and productive day with the babies I sit. Baby boy is one, and Baby girl is 3--I stuffed them both into a large orange stroller (built for one, but they are tiny babies) and took off for Riverside park. Baby girl had other ideas, though, and directed me to a much smaller, cozy little park on Riverside and 122nd. She tore off her bright green parka and jumped into the sandbox. The main play equipment was a set of two swings. There was also a lump in the ground carved like the back of a turtle that served no particular function that I could think of.
Baby boy learned to like the swing after a couple minutes of fussing, and Baby girl spent 10 minutes yelling at a squirrel to "Climb up that tree!". The squirrel thought she was saying "I have pieces of bread for you in my pocket!" which is what most kids at the park say to squirrels, and so he crept closer and closer to her. I could tell she was getting freaked out so I chased it away, but it was pretty sweet (to me, at least.)
We stopped at a cafe on our way home (the man at the counter had to help me pull my stroller into the cafe--"two kids, that's tough," he said) and I bought a cookie for each of the kids and a soda for myself. I finally got Baby boy to sit in the stroller with his sister again, and the walk home was blissfully silent. I got to really take in the beautiful buildings and the sky. I said to baby girl "Look how pretty that old building is," and she said "Yeah. It's pretty cute."

Inferiority complex

As Mackenzie and I are the only ones of the post-walden clan who seem to be (somewhat) faithfully posting in blogs, I can't help but feel that we are in direct competition. And that I am losing by a wide margin.
So I've decided to step it up. Also because it is 2:30 in the morning and this whole long weekend/sickness thing has caused me to develope serious nocturnal insomnia (I have no problem sleeping in the middle of the afternoon...) (neither of my parents should feel obligated to call and lecture on this subject.)

So, first thing's first. Here is what I did the night before Halloween:


We got all dressed up to go out together because a couple of my friends were going out of town the next night (real halloween) and every other respectable college student in the city would be at the village parade on halloween, so we figured we would hit some college parties (which, we thought, were sure to be happening since no one has class on fridays and it was Halloween weekend...



This picture is mostly about our various legs. As you can see, Anna has fabulous red pleather boots, and Joanie has some very nice gay-pride socks, and, as you cannot see, I have Anna's fabulous zebra-striped pumps. Nico, the one taking the pictures, had a hard time aiming. I cut out about 2 inches of ceiling in this pic.



Unfortunately we ended up spending the best moments of the night in our hallway. This is me and Anna (greed and lust). We are pulling out of a hug which is why our arms are so weird (I hope). After we left the dorm, the night was all downhill. We checked the Lerner party space, east campus, even frat row, and not a single party was to be found. After an aborted trip to Tom's Diner (Seinfeld! Expensive milkshakes!) we wandered home to collapse in our respective beds.

Here is what I did not do on Halloween:



I was too depressed by my pre-halloween-non-party experience to get all dressed up again (slash ill from an upper-resperatory infection that seems to be attacking not only my lungs but my social life), so I skipped out on the parade and spent a lovely night in bed with General Tso's Chicken and the fourth season of Desperate Housewives.