--M Li
--kamui
--ka-senp
--DH
--vikkun

*Addict :: Misato

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Wednesday, June 25, 2003

Sunday, June 15, 2003
 
still alive,?@sorta?Cflunked?@oral?@bad?@more?@later
needing?@‚Œ‚?‚–‚…?@‚?‚Ž‚„?@‚—‚ˆ‚?‚”‚Ž‚?‚”
goddamn?@keyboard

Friday, May 30, 2003
 
cigs: 1/day ....*sigh*
music: Colonia - Za tvoje snene oci; (aka small european techno style)
Bouga Akhenaton - Belsunce Breakdown
Glay - Survival

People have been spamming my comments again, so here i give you a long post, and you better leave comments, busters!
Oh and Mary-Jane, i looked at the blog and saw the new URL for the photos, und warum hast du die Seite runtergenommen? und mish und eli? lebt ihr noch? ich lebe noch! denke ich! doch oft fuehle ich mich mehr als eine Huelle denn als Mensch.

So this has several parts, and i put some anchors, so:
1.) very boring account of the last part of my finals
2.) very boring blabla about genius ppl
3.)account of life at the aunt's
4.)account of time spent with bunny last Saturday

1.)
It has been quite a while, since i reared my head. Not too surprising, given my semesterly final-burn out. It was gruesome, and, surprisingly enough, i was brave. I finished the German seminar paper by Friday noon, one page too few, and quality highly questionable, it was at least out of the way. I was bunking with the girls at the appartment, and they helped me pack up my room, store my cartons, and set up at the appartment (well everyone except for lea, who came over to show off her new laptop and gloat). I whined, I bitched and I had them kick me into work so much....but then, when i say i was brave i do not mean, i was in control. I needed to be kicked in the butt in order to finish my Anthropology seminar term paper, and even though i saw that ppl tired of my whining and lack of direction, they were still there when i had screaming moments. But the point is that i did not give in to the "i don't care", nor to the "go fuck yourself, prof.", i didn't procrastinate, but wrote and wrote and wrote. And it was awkward living with so many ppl in such a closed space, but all i did really was sit and type, and try to think, and - unfortunately - whine. I still don't feel any better about the paper, and am intimidated by L--- so much. grrrrr, fucker. Also, had a last-minute showdown with Martine, who proceeded to tell me yet again that i'm unprofessional, and then fed me an incredibly good sandwich. God, i know it's probably menopause, but God!
While all of this happened, henry was proofreading my crap-paper (or attempting to ^_~), and then Karen as well. Bunny came, we made errands, i retrieved my leather jacket from Dwight, where i had lost it, and we went off.



I believe my grey winter coat is ....somewhere.....def. not anywhere that i know of -_-

2.)
Can you tell, i'm trying too make these posts semi-coherent? ^_~, but do not fear, for i am sure my lingo is still lingo!
Just talked to Sp. on the phone for half an hour. Her brother is going to California for Grad School in Sept., the lucky bastard. She is highly jealous, and still directionless. Apparently everyone will leave campus on Monday. Tik, who has just graduated, is directionless after putting all her hope on that internship. She hopes to soon hear about her work permit application. Apparently her girlfriend, Maria, who's been in Malaysia with her family all year, got accepted by UHawaii, but didn't get quite enough money, so is now scrambling for ideas. Svet is going to Bulgaria for 10 days, and then moving on to Norway, where she will be doing her research. Jen on the other hand is flying directly to Vietnam, where she will be doing her newspapers cartoons research.
On the Jen front.....nevermind. But on other news, she has apparently only handed in her Anthro Seminar paper this last saturday. She did write 30 pages, but apparently she only managed to fill 30 pages with brilliant ideas, w/o actually producing a papers. Sp. saw Prof. L---- this Monday (grades were due), and apparently he mentioned the brilliance, but also lack of paper. I don't know what to say to this....this _is_ the girl who whined to me about her A- in Linear Algebra, and the possibility that her near-perfect GPA may drop by 0.02 points. I'm sure she'll do fine though.
Have i mentioned my absolute awe of these people who are going somewhere, independent of any program, to research on their own? Svet as well as Jen will surely be very successful in whatever they choose to do in the future, as will Bershka, the sophomore from my Anthro seminar. She is going with Prof. Schw---- (History dept.) to France to research this summer, and will be going to London next year ;). She was also a sophomore in my Anthro seminar, and her brilliance was amazing. As was Demaris' (the firstyear). *sigh* I wonder whether Roth will end up taking her around during his research in Brazil (she lives there). And i still feel an occasional anger at the idea (b/c it still is unfair), but am (thank god) mostly over it (and wouldn't it suck if i wasn't ^_~)
Not that any of this really matters, as life is definitely too short (and would be too unpleasant) if i spent my time contemplating the genius (or lack of) around me. A few minutes spared every now and then for awe, or exasperationg - *cough* jen*cough* - is all i can offer in tribute to these people.


3.)
I have been hanging out here at my aunt's, and it is...boring, and dull and ... yes. She is still a big sweetheart, who is too pre-occupied with her family. They will be going on a short cruise to the bahamas mid-june. It's a four-day cruise, but they are planning to spend a couple of days in Miami before and after. The kids are liveable, more acceptable. We never really talk much, but it seems we have gotten used to each other, so that whenever i tear myself away from the internet (Thank you Gods for being bunked in the family den with the router and cable connection), and do not feel like killing something we can talk about stupid inane things ^_~, such as the new car my cousin is getting b/c he had an accident and his old one is wrecked etc.
My aunt went on a retreat for a couple of days, she just called and sounded that much more refreshed. She did want me to come with, but apart from my unholy fear of christian ground, i decided i didn't feel up to par.
The weather has been v. much Massachussets-style, i.e. it has been changing every couple of minutes, ranging from beautiful sunshine to sintfloods. Also i have been sneaking a cig a day, and may have been observed by neighbours or not. Food is...ok i guess, though not too spectacular, as my aunt works all day long.
Highlights: internet, router, sleep, lazyness, about a boy, errk...stealing harvard (though brainless in superlative), big fat greek wedding, and decent early grey imported from britain ;)


4.)
Was hanging out with bunny last Saturday, which meant i woke up at 6 in the morning, left house at 7 with aunt and uncle and drove to the churchvineyard. *sigh* My relatives were in charge of providing breakfast for mass-goers on that day, so even though there were 2 morning masses, i had the pleasant excuse of "helping" at breakfast preparation. Which nonetheless was challenged: Father what'shisface who held the first mass, stopped by with his family to have breakfast, and started shouting at me (which i presume was his idea of sheperding his sheep, and pep-talking, though why he would do this w/ a complete stranger is far, far beyond me). Something along the lines of, "Oh, you're A's niece, you're from Holland right? what are you doing here? helping? HELPING?! she doesn't need your help!! she'll be fine!! go on go on! mass!!!"
-_-
As my uncle went to the sermon after the first mass, and would have had to interrupt it to give me a ride to bunny's, Father nocluewhat'shisname decided that wouldn't do. So...i was given a ride to bunny's house in the priest's little tiny prehistorical car. My aunt accompanied us. He was blasting a tape with a sermon. My aunt must have thought it good for me, as i had refused to go to church/take communion.
no fucking comment.

Anyways, went to bunny's. As she was still at the gym, i got to hang out with her parents, and talk and whatnot. She came after approximately 40 mins or so, and we headed out. First we stopped by an Apothecary, where i found 2 decks of tarot cards that might work for me (but as my budget was tight, no buying). Then the mall, and supercheap pants from Hot Topic, a jelly bellies gift tin for my host family, my first visit ever at Arby's (it was really yum!), and various supplies from CVS. The mall was full with families, and thus not too scary, but it did give both of us giant headaches. We went back to her place and watched Spaceballs (on DVD), Sister II (TV, english and spanish), and after that hiked over to bunny's sister's place and watched the Wedding Singer, which was a meh-ok movie all in all, but had some individual lines that i loved. B's sister is rather amazing: She works at a gym, is a marathon runner, photographer, and has an online shop for self-made bath and soap stuffs. These latter are so VERY indecently yummy, that i decided that would be the rest of my omiyage for the hostfamily. The specific scents are seasonal, so i tried to get something for each season.
I loved hanging out w/ Bunny, and we were talking so much, it was great. Though sometimes the talk did slither into yonder weird-funky-ness of life topics, and i realized it's great. As much as talking to Hen excavates those endless religion classes and discussions from gymnasium, talking to bunny reminds me of the (heretic/mystic) thoughts i used to have during that time. *sigh* whatever. it's all just life, ne?
Oh and we're supposed to go to six flags on Monday, about which i'm rather very excited, as i have never been, nor have i ever ridden on a rollercoaster ^____^ yatta



and on other news....flying off to tokyo on june 12th....more on the japan thing later...

Yours truly,
Lucifer

Monday, May 05, 2003
 
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Very High

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

Sunday, April 20, 2003
 
ad this weekend:
it was quite all right, though i do have to practice my tea ceremony stuff, so i can do it withouth guidance tomorrow. the party was quite ok by bella standards ;), once ppl started having fun, and although we ended up splitting the dancefloor in two parts, that is also quite usual for bella ;). jennifer (the little hip-hop bunny) was very annoyed once the other group of girls came in, as they had not been wearing costume. i hope she enjoyed herself nonetheless. also Z kept buying the dj's beers, and i felt bad about that. they were pretty good tho, and dj's did a good enough job even with their faulty equipment. it was fun all in all. but i felt like getting tipsy and the two beers were fairly yummy (for one buck??) but not conducive to that. so i ended up having a screwdriver w/ plenty of vodka. however, i had forgotten about the lack of food i ate that day (i didn't eat at all except for a bit of the pasta M gave me, thanks so much btw ^_^), so ended up getting really tipsy. apparently i also had a funny convo w/ joby, half of which i don't remember ;)
today was yummy brunch, still thinking about dinner
(p.s. strangely enough i realized that i dance much differently at home than i do here. must be due to the difference in music methinks....)
(p.p.s. must post to do list later tonight)

Formula 1:
today was the first european track! in San Marino ;)
anyways, v. short review, it was great, i haven't watched formula 1 in 3 yrs, (i.e. whenever i'm here, as i'm too lazy to go to the dorm tv rooms), so thank you, angel who recorded the race today!
poor bastards: Fisichella (whose engine started smoking) & Montoya (dammit 7th! had to do 4 pit stops b/c the fueling was fucked up)
ppl i hate but won the damn thing: Michael Schumacher was first (dammit!), before Raikkonen (second _and_ in McLaren -- sooooo should've won). Barichello was third, and then Ralf Schumacher (*retch*), before Coulthard (meeewww - why?)

but it's all good, b/c raikkonen and coulthard are still leading the championship ;)

links:
Star Wars Galaxies ---- must buy, and though i suck at gaming i don't care! must have! on that note looking into SW irc's and sims

The Splash Bar ---- gay club in NY, v. pretty website, though not much info, though very amusing ;)
Barrich