hopping (TUMBLING????) on the bandwagon

yeah, so I've been feeling guilty about not posting anything here for the past few months...but I am a lazy human being and tumblr unfortunately is much better suited for laziness. That being said...I dunno! I always like having the beluga on a backburner. That is all.

(see how accustomed I've come to putting zero effort into this? no good)

-Danielle

too cool for school...in these boots only

Oh hai.

Let's consider this a FASHION post! Danielle and I love clothing so I don't know why we never really talk about it. Okay. SHOES!

Shoes are serious business. When I see a pair that I like-I mean really zone in to from like across the street or if I see in a catalog- I will remember the name and have the image burned into my brain. I will google it and read consumer reports and do some serious research because I'm a little bit anal about good shoes. That's not to say that I won't indulge in the occasional $20.00 pair I see in Target. However, if I'm into a pair of shoes, or really any article of clothing, I am very loyal to the brand. My boat shoes WILL be Sperry Top-Siders. If one day I do get wayfarers they WILL be Ray Bans. Same for bags and what not.

Well recently I've been very into Doc Martens 1460s specifically the white pair.

I saw them on this super cool chick in school and I was practically drooling.

If you are raising your eyebrow it is because you know me and you know that I can't pull these shoes off. I have a style and it's just not that edgy. I'm not cool enough for these shoes. So I let my Doc Marten dream go. However I still had this itch for a pair of lace up, military style boots but in a much more conservative black. SOOOO I introduce my new pair of shoes to you:



OOOOOHHHH YEAAAAH. I'm like in love with them a little bit. They're so cool. I tried them on in the store and my mom just wasn't completely sold because they're still not really my style BUT I insisted I could pull them off. And you know what? I can. My argument is that I'm 18 and should still be able to wear uber kick ass shoes while I'm young. I feel like a different person when I wear them like tough and BAD ASS and really just great. Austin saw me in these shoes today and he said, "You look different. You're always cute but with those shoes you look hot"

So in the end this post is really just about how hot I look. But I guess I can also spin it and add that people may shit all over these materialistic people who love getting new clothes and having all the hottest items but while it's cool to be ascetic and live simply some clothes can just make you feel better. Hooray!

OH OH OH! And part two of this shoe story betrays the first part because the original pair of these shoes (and the photograph above) are by the one and only Jeffrey Campbell which means they should be like $200. However...and this is where it gets weird...the brand (Crown Vintage) I got was from DSW and totally sketchy and weird and after doing some serious research I found this:

"I do market intelligence research for a living, so my first instinct was to check who owns the trademark for Crown Vintage. The trademark is owned by DSW itself, so I'm guessing it's a cleverly-concealed store brand that just so happens to be ripping off Jeffrey Campbell. Still, they're incredibly cute- my 2 are some of my favorite pairs. Wish they sold them online!!"-anonymous chick on some forum


So yeah nuts!! I'm wearing cleverly-concealed Jeffrey Campbell rip offs! Like they literally look the EXACT same and I feel really horrible about it because I'm not for fakes but........they're still cute. And in my defense I wasn't looking for copyright infringement shoes. Maybe the fact that they could (and should) get sued just makes these boots even more B.A.

The shitty movie to shitty critic ratio is 1:10

I watched Youth in Revolt this weekend with my boyfriend. The weekend was fabulous. The movie? Dry, pretentious and fucking annoying. And so, whenever I watch a bad movie I like to hit up RottenTomatoes to read nasty reviews which are easily my favorite kind of reviews. Why? Because I thrive on hatred? No. Because I like it when people agree with me.

Anyways I couldn't help but notice the numerous times a critic has name dropped Holden Caulfield in reference to any other rebellious youth in the history of rebellious youths. Quote: your average Holden Caulfield fanatic will find his tale fun


So in the name of any proper Catcher in the Rye defender, I have to say what the fuck. Seriously? It's offensive but most of all it's just lazy. I'm not going to get into details about why Micheal Cera's turd-faced character is nothing like The Catcher in the Rye's but if movie critics are going to claim to be writers than they should start acting like them. That means referring to literary characters with a level of intelligence beyond Spark Notes. You wouldn't write about how fans of Lolita will find the pedophile in Little Children familiar so don't fuck up with Holden Caulfield.

What I'm saying is if Nick Twisp is Holden Caulfield than that little black dog really is Albert Camus.

gay

This blog post was going to be about summer updates but you know what I feel like writing about? EFFING DYKES

Can somebody please explain to me why I love this website so much? Why do I have such a blast reading about this promiscuous lesbian?

I was thinking it had something to do with that weird study they did a while ago where scientists (probably gay, btw) found out homophobes were secretly turned on by man on man action.

But I'm not a homophobe.

I root for gay people in the way that I root for any minority group struggling for human rights.
I mean...

I don't LOVE THE GAYS because I'm SOOOOO OPEN MINDED AND OMG I HAVE A BEST GAY FRIEND WHO DOES MY HAIR AND GIVES ME SHOPPING TIPS AND IS SASSY AND AMAZING AND HE'S MINE AND I OWN HIM OH AND LESBIANS ARE COOL TOO EVEN THE ONES I DRUNKENLY KISS AT PARTIES BECAUSE GUYS FIND IT HOT.

where was I...

Oh yeah. Anyways this isn't about her being gay...actually it is. Mostly, she's hilarious and a great writer and is a pro at finding cool pictures on the internet to enhance posts. But I know a secret part of me is fascinated by this lifestyle that I will never be a part of. She loves women so much...it's flattering! Krista talks about fucking and fantasizing about women. But she's a girl, so it's not disgusting or piglike. This is not a double standard because effing dykes talks about women in a way that straight girls WISH straight men would talk about women. Is that confusing?



What I'm saying is...it's nice to be worshiped and awe-inspiring and desired and loved. So... much love to those who love.

sticks in the throat

Me: I had this really great gelato at WholeFoods the other day, it was AWESOME.

Bear: Wait, what? Like, the women's shoe?

Me:....Not stiletto. Gelato.

yuck

I don't know how I feel about this. There is nothing religious or too tree hugging about this aspect of my personality. I just feel really uncomfortable when I think about it.

I'm talking about killing bugs.

Don't get me wrong. I hate bugs. I think they're gross and creepy and if they weren't a significant part of our ecosystem and the earth's biodiversity I would be fine if they didn't exist. However, there is something unsettling about squishing a bug. I'm KILLING IT! I am ENDING IT'S LIFE. And sometimes I can't seem to shake that.

I mean, we can't be THAT arrogant to possibly think that it's okay to end a life just because they're gross. Right?

I don't know.
They are gross

in due time

Everyone is saying how boring summer is, but I feel like there's not enough time at all. I'm going to the motherland (GUATE) for a month, and that only leaves me with, well, a month more of "real" at-home summer. And this is a summer of stressful tense macroeconomic classes, so it feels like even less time. It's not like I'm entertained every second, but every time I have the opportunity to be bored, it feels kind of nice. I wonder if this is what all the rest of the summers of my life will be. I'm not complaining (ok maybe just a little bit) but it seems strange to think about. Basically, no longer will I be lounging around all summer, looking ahead into three months of complete nothingness. This is both good and bad. Mostly good, I guess.

To drive home this point, "There Is Never Enough Time," by The Postal Service:

In due time/We'll finally see/There's barely time/For us to breathe

leather-bound books and rich mahogany!

This makes me so sad.
For real, my bookcase (besides my clothes, of course) is the only thing in my bedroom that I even really consider mine, or representative of me. I don't think of my room as my room, really, it's just a place I stay in for now until I go back to school. Not that my dorm room is any homier...I just feel like it's too much effort (and too small a space) to try and make my room my own. Sure, I have posters on my walls, but I put them up knowing I'm going to take them down in a few months when I have to move again. But my bookcase is the one thing that has stayed constant ever since I moved to my current house nine years ago, and its my bookcase that I add to and rearrange with some weird sense of contentment and pride every break and whenever I'm bored. It's nothing impressive, but it's mine.
 Dreaming about my future house/apartment (I only do this SOMETIMES) I always include a small library. 
The pipe and scotch are optional. 
MAD BOOKS are not. 
Cell phones do not figure into this room one bit.

Next stop...TWITTER! JK

COMO ESTAN, BITCHES.
So I made a tumblr. Don't cry or anything. I'm still a loyal Mighty Beluga-er. It's just that my attention span is limited these days. It's the heat. I'm going to still write here. Blogger will always be in my heart to rant or talk about my day. I'm an internet woman! So don't you forget it.

Kay peas

post script: yes, I still live in this delusional world where I think people give a fuck.
GO HERE EVERYDAY:
http://junk-drawers.tumblr.com/

this coffee gives me two marginal utilities

What I've learned in my microeconomics class, and am in the process of relearning in my macroeconomics summer class:
Happiness can be measured. It's called utility. Or marginal utility? Something like that.
This is why I don't like economics. I'm also probably way off in my definition of utility but either way it sounds weird.

SIGH (auditorium)

CRISIS!
The new Time magazine's cover article was about facebook and how its changing the world and 5 bajillion people use it and it's how we connect and all that stupid shit. I think Time is actually a crap magazine compared to other magazines I should be reading but...
I don't know.

I have been second guessing myself and now I don't know what to do. I deleted my facebook a few months ago because I wasted too much time there and most of the time I just realized how much I hate everything and everyone. Yes, I am angst-ridden.

Being facebookless has made me realize who my true friends are-people I talk to on a daily or weekly basis and enjoy. I have also been able to concentrate on my school work and ignore petty rumors and gossip and scandalous photos.
However it's not like I don't enjoy projecting myself on the internet. THAT'S WHY I HAVE A FUCKING BLOG (that nobody really reads but whatevs).

However, going away to college means I can't keep in touch with everyone...

and I don't want to be forgotten by my fake friends!

Plus I'm buying a digital camera soon and what's the point of taking pictures without it.
Shit Okay.

I'll probably delete it when I head back to Boston.
I feel like I'm giving in, abandoning my principles.

On the other hand you're probably thinking
"Stop being so goddamn dramatic nobody CARES."
So fuck you world, I'm gonna re-enter the social network and pretend you do care.

well said

My boyfriend and I have been watching Lost on Hulu for God knows what reason. But basically we are hooked and have managed to reach season 5 already. Anyways we wondered why we wasted so much time to catch on with a fad that is past its coolness.
He said it better than I ever could have:
"I just like carving out a couple of hours of the week and spending them relaxing with you...
and being confused and aggravated."

Same old, same old

I suppose I should write something instead of lurking around here and commenting on Danielle's posts.
I've been home since Friday and nothing interesting has really happened.
Work doesn't begin until the end of June so I'm looking for things to do in the meantime. Volunteer stuff and what not. Already read my first book of the summer: Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas.
It's nice to go back to Tom Robbins after two semesters of pre-medieval texts but the lunatic writes about the same mystical stuff that may or may not be true and it gets pretty unoriginal. He's a one trick pony I can't stop paying to see.

That last line even sounded like Tom Robbins.

This summer, let's be original.
When I went to visit my aunt's house and saw my extended family for the first time in months they all told me: You look exactly the same.

Same thing happened when I saw Danielle's mother.

I guess, superficially, I don't change. But why should I? We will figure this out another time. In the meantime, I'm going to make a list. The way I always do.

Nice things awaiting me this summer:
warmer weather
books I don't have to write papers on
http://bookmooch.com/
a gift basket for my mother full of tasty European spreads and chocolates
la mia bicicletta
possibly practicing my Italian through paid conversation with a native
playing catch up
a decent tan
a decent paycheck

hiding in a lion's mane

DAAAAMMMMNNNN I thought my last post would be my last one from DC, EVER. I have been proven all kinds of wrong.

Hardxcore yearning to be home, but equally hardxcore yearning not to fail my first year of college. 

Been listening to loads of Iron & Wine lately and wondering where they/he has been the past five years of my life...when I cared about music. 

The Rooster Moans actually frightens me, when I put the words and the menacing strings together.

I keep hearing voices in the hallway and thinking it's my roommates coming home, before I remember that they've already all left to board their respective trains, planes, and cars...

Maybe there is some kind of connection with my new-found love for Samuel Beam (aka Iron & Wine), check out that facial hair, and my now-faraway, much happier-looking Bear-friend:

In other semi-related news, I've created a last.fm, just another way to NETWORK WITH LIFE-MINDED PEOPLE. Or a way to shut dear friend Matthew Danger Banks up. I don't know why I'm announcing this. Um...Mallory you should make one too.

Hopefully making my way back to Princeton tomorrow. Looking forward to the heat and the bikes and the friends.

micreconomics final

Mallory's home, out biking probably, and I'm holed up in study room 508 in DC trying to find books on the Gypsies, or the Roma, and figuring out how to "create an argument that will contribute to scholarship on the topic." Everyone has been gradually trickling out, but I'm still here, wishing I could do all the things that I had planned to do in the beginning of the year, mainly kayaking down the Potomac.
Thanks to procrastination, I now know that:

1. Anastasia, the movie, is pretty much ALL lies...chick totally died like waaay long ago (once upon a December...)
2. Capoeira is far beyond my skill level, but I will spend my summer trying to do a hand stand and working my way up from there.
3. Wayfarer sunglasses are best for faces with strong jawlines
4. Tyra Banks has rabies. Wait, what the fuck?
5. Mallory and I wrote funnier (funny?) posts when we were younger and more carefree. As in two years ago.

That is all.

Beware of Montezuma's revenge

There is currently no safe drinking water in Boston.
On one hand, I now realize how we take that luxury for granted.
On the other hand I'm way more thirsty than I once was.

Stuff I'm going to be learning about in the fall

World History since the 1500s
Advanced Spanish and Grammar
Comprehensive Musicianship (how to do fancy shit on a keyboard)
Archaeology
Biological Anthropology
Piano, in general
How to Deal with 17 credits, piano lessons, my own kitchen, a job, and an internship

(only writing this because this will be the only time I will get the opportunity to brag/complain without people telling me to get over myself. JUDGE ME NOT INTERWEBS)

sede por viagens

Beyond the East, the sunrise,
Beyond the West, the sea,
And East and West the wanderthirst
Will not let me be.
-Gerald Gould

fuck this fucking paper

texts from last night to my boyfriend

1. Ughh i cant do this. im too tireddd i only wrote a page.

2. and im so sleepy

3. im stuck on writing this paper and i just dont wanna. im so tired i wanna shoot this paper in the face

4. akdjfaoi im going to bed

5. my right arm feels tingly. i have leprosy. bed time. 

and then I died of leprosy. 

kay bye

downside: dishes to wash

I tend to go through phases with my food, phases that I don't really notice because at home there's so much food I can just pick and choose what I want, and the INGREDIENTS! THE SPICES! Now that I'm in college, however, and have limited funds (read: I'm broke), I totally notice these stupid phases I go through. A couple of months ago, I was making pasta for myself a good three or four times a week. That stopped quickly, though, as I realized the hassle of washing pots and the time it took to walk up and down the flight of stairs to the kitchen pretty much killed my hunger, and my time.

FINALLY, after only eating weird boring cafeteria food, I'm all about MINI PIZZAS, DINOSAUR EGG OATMEAL, AND AVOCADOS (on everything)

It's awesome because I can make these mini-pizzas in the microwave, which means I don't even have to get off of the floor at 2 AM when I am crying about the paper that was due at midnight!
Umm...hypothetically, of course...

RECIPE FOR TASTY DISASTER:
Tomatoes (I find cherry works best, I slice them in thirds and they occupy just the right amount of space)
Salt (garlic salt, if you want to be awesome)
Fancy Bread (basically Italian or French bread...I call it fancy bread because sliced lame bread is affordable. Fancy.)
Mozzarella Cheese (again, can vary with your budget...I've tried both string cheese and fresh cheese, and I don't have to tell you which kind I prefer)

HEAT IN MICROWAVE TIL CHEESE IS ALL MELTY, ENJOY WITH SATISFIED GRIN

When handy, I like to add:
Parmesan
Basil
Olive Oil
Garlic

ok that was really basic and I know everyone knows how to make mini pizzas, but it's all I've been eating for the past week so it's all I have to say

On to Paradiso...

I have been plagued with assignments. Papers and projects and trying to finish the entire Divine Comedy in less than a month. Three more weeks and I'm done with my freshman year. You would think that writing here would be a nice escape but I sort of forced myself to write a blog post. I don't have anything interesting to say about my life. Last week a form of senior-itis hit me HARD. I was so unmotivated in a very hectic week. Luckily I just snapped out of it yesterday. This is good because not only is this the final push before finals but I'm not in free public high school anymore. I'm at one of the most goddam expensive institutions in the country and it's time to start working like I'm paying for it.

Hooray education.

On a side note: I just reached for my Halls Defense Vitamin C supplement drops and pulled out the final four. They're all yellow. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since I've been avoiding the yellow ones.

It's sort of spring outside. It looks sunny and warm but there is a perpetual icy wind to remind me of where I am.

Oh and it's earth week here. I'm not a green freak or anything but I figured it doesn't hurt to be responsible. I actually recycled my newspaper today (oh, did I mention I read the Wall Street Journal? oh those University students...) and sometimes think about the consequences of eating meat right before I gorge myself with dining hall chicken. My biodiversity professor has a blog about being green and I'm secretly obsessed with his super nerdy antics. Sheesh he's dry in class but strangely quirky on the internet (I guess I am too...)

oh and this might not be news to anybody but me but my new favorite blog: http://yearofgiving.wordpress.com/
is super awesome and good feeling. So enjoy.

Peace. Thanks for reading all this.

well-deserved

To follow up on Mallory's post about proper pronunciation of famous author's names, I decided, like a pretentious brat, to trick my rather literate boyfriend by asking, "who wrote Walden?" When he answered, "the-ROW," I made a big fuss over the correct pronunciation, THOrow, hoping to astound and impress him with my new knowledge.
I got an eyeroll for my efforts.

you're the apple of my eye

Although this post is a little late, spring in DC has never been more welcome:

(Above photograph taken by roommate Emily Russel)

I've formally adopted this little plant here and I live in perpetual fear of drowning it. It's nice to have something living in the room besides me. It's a shitty out-of-focus image, and I don't have the patience to fix it.

The farmers market has opened up a block down from my class, so it's become my new routine to stop by and sample one of the dozens of dips (spinach pesto, black bean, pineapple, red pepper hummus), some of the gelato, maybe a slice of rosemary garlic bread, and the apples, the apples! For real, all my life I've only had red delicious, and after trying some of these weirdly named farm apples those old red delicious just taste like plastic to me. Not even kidding, this scene goes through my mind with every single bite:

Last of all, some quotes:

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. 

Christopher Morley, John Mistletoe

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. 

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

It's spring fever.  That is what the name of it is.  And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

Mark Twain

Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment.

Ellis Peters

There. My tribute is done. Now to play outside stare longingly out my window as I write another paper.

How to be even more pretentious than you actually are...

Pretentious literary douche-bag's argument: BUT IT'S CORRECT!
got this from here: http://distorte.tumblr.com/post/503465559/meghan-just-bookmarked-this-away-on-our-secret


sshit, I've been doing this all wrong...

I just like exclamation points

From Zofloya:

"Oh! self-love!--dangerous and resistless flatterer!--thou immolatest at thy shrine more victims than all the artifices of man!"

Probably more to come as I go through the book. It's true, narcissism is pretty! exciting! stuff!

GO MATH!

So besides writing blah(g) posts about my life I like to read about people way times ( a real mathematical equation) cooler than me.
Introducing: Mathsputin aka Grigori Perelman!


So this dude solved the world's most complicated math problem the Poincaré Conjecture by himself. The problem is so hard that it actually took mathematicians several years to figure out that Mathsputin solved it correctly. Annnd he was been awarded 1 million dollars for winning but has refused it! He just wants to chill in Russia and pick mushrooms. Insane! Brilliant!
He's awesome
read more here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/24/grigori-perelman-reclusiv_n_511938.html

old dirt road, rambling rose

I'm finally back in Princeton. I wont come back again until summer vacation, but I'm looking forward to springtime in DC. Some notes I jotted down on the various trains and metros and T's I took to find my way home:

Girl in pixie haircut reapplied hand sanitizer for the 17th time so far. It makes me feel nervous, especially thinking about the state of her poor dry skin...

Old women sitting behind me with the weathered face has a frightening cough and an equally frightening sense of humor.

Religion: what does the shaping, men or gods? Investigate.

I wonder what Lily's hair will look like oh la Lilyyyy

It may be years until the day/My dreams will match up with my pay/Old dirt road/Knee deep snow/Watching the fire as we grow old

JABBERJABBERJABBERWOCKY

To read: The God of Small Things, Peace Like A River, A Farewell To Arms shit you will do no such thing before writing your paper!!!

Cold rain sucks. Being hungry sucks.

And of course, variations of my S-duck, my beloved S-duck. I will upload a photo later of my renowned S-duck.

Yes, I have the vocabulary of a five year old, and no, my musings do not provide powerful insight into my mind. Sorry.

postcard

Greetings!
I have returned from Horse Cave, Kentucky. I was there for spring break volunteering with the American Cave Conservation Association. Basically I learned a shit ton of stuff about the karst environment they've got going on down there and cleaned up a bunch of garbage from sinkholes. It was a million times more fun than it sounds and I'm glad I had the opportunity to go down there and meet amazing people. I'm feeling too lazy to go into detail about my trip...I have yet to recover from a 24 hour drive. So here are shitty camera phone pictures

Kentucky sunset, while driving to Nashville for the nightWe stopped in Philly on the way down to get the cheese steak

Cave entrance! Real cavers call is "caving" not "spelunking" My llama (and boyfriend) waiting for my returnA sign on THE BOOKSTORE (actual name) where we spent an hour browsing. I bought Rabbit Redux by John Updike and it is awesome btw.A sinkhole, in case you were wondering.A small portion of the shit we uncovered from a really small sinkhole. There were car parts, and in insane amount of barbed wire 

big ass sinkhole. It was so deep we had to winch up the massive items.

PS: I hope you noticed my new vocabulary words! Go Kentucky!

poor transitions

Mallory's off caving in Kentucky? Oklahoma? (One of those places...I'm a bad friend) but for real! CAVING! so cool...and I'm left recovering from being smacked up the head by my first economics midterm. 

Last night my little brother skyped me, telling me about his new netbook. When I told him that he was spoiled, and that I didn't have a computer at his age, he shot back with "well that's because computers weren't INVENTED at your age." Really now? This is coming much sooner than I thought...

Outside my window:
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade."
--Charles Dickens

I'm not a Dicken's fan, but I do wish that is how the weatherman would report the weather for me. I would know exactly how to dress.

luscious locks

Today, I think I shaved my boyfriends head. I say I think because I'm still surprised that it actually happened. Halfway through doing it, I was extremely tempted to take the electric razor thing to my own hair. I didn't tell him though.

still studying

Cool places I wish I were in instead of this hot, poorly lit common room:

Mexico Pavilion in Epcot, Disney World

 Tuscany

The world's largest cave

UNDERWATER SCULPTURE PARK! (only if I have underwater lungs!)

belated

One of my absolute favorite bands, Belle and Sebastian, has a wonderful Q&A section of their website. There are hundreds of questions written by fans and answered by the band members; I think I wrote one in sometime last year and received a nice response. Forgot what it was exactly. In any case, I was whiling away the cold and gray afternoon reading these, when I came upon a fitting tribute, in my mind, to Salinger...less wordy than Mallory's, but unlike Mallory's, not my own words...


From: Isaac
Q.What are we going to do now Salinger is dead?
A. Unlike him, keep breathing.
Stevie - 04/02/1


I know it's been a bit of time since his death but I still like how fitting this is.


PS: found my old comment! I must have been feeling angsty, fawning, and poetic May of 2008. It happens.

From: Danielle
Q.What do you believe in? I believe in you.
A. Thanks Danielle.  I believe in the power of a kind word.
Stevie - 15/05/08


PPS: I want this shirt:  http://www.belleandsebastianshop.com/product/ladies_fox_in_the_snow_t-shirt/

Awesomom

My mom has been shipping up a ton of packages with goodies. Probably because I won't be home for spring break and she misses me. Anyways I tried to imitate the look of joy on the dough-boy/bunny's face. I just look challenged.
Either way these cookies are DA BOMB.

My mom enclosed a note that says:
I hope you like them. I know, I know you like them better than mine so THERE! Ugly monster. Eat them.
Love, mom

true doppelgangers

I visited an exhibit yesterday at the Smithsonian American Art Museum for my Doppelgangers class. The exhibit featured 19th century photographs of the West. Everything was sepia-toned, obviously, but on top of that the lighting was dim and the photographs were tiny. I wasn't wearing my glasses, and it felt bothersome and surreal, like I was trying to view tiny canyons and gnarled trunks through a glass of foggy urine. I went looking at neon high-tops afterwards to make my vision feel better.

Studying for midterms

No. My life is not beautiful or glamorous or dramatic. I do what I have to do. I enjoy your company. I make up for it in dreams.

I asked for it.

When I think about snow I imagine a winter wonderland. I imagine waking up, checking the window and going back to bed. Well it doesn't snow like that it Boston. It gets unbearably cold and grey. Then the rain falls and makes everything wet and gross. Then the snow falls and turns into mush. Boots are essential.

Distraction

You would think that writing a paper would keep me occupied but I'm still looking for more things to distract myself. I hate waiting and feeling useless.
Anyways did you know James Joyce wrote really dirty love letters to his girlfriend/wife, Nora Barnacle. If you don't believe me, ask the dishes:
My love for you allows me to pray to the
spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness
mirrored in your eyes or to fling you down
under me on that soft belly of yours and fuck
you up behind, like a hog riding a sow,
glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises
from your arse, glorying in the open shame
of your upturned dress and white girlish
drawers and in the confusion of your
flushed cheeks and tangled hair.


Trust me, I didn't write that erotic shit myself. Now I've never been into Joyce (you know, because I'm illiterate) but damn that man was dirty.

stupid

So maybe this doesn't count as updating the blog but it's pretty funny.
 so yeah go here and make your URL shady
http://www.shadyurl.com/create.php?myUrl=http://mightybeluga.blogspot.com/

http://mightybeluga.blogspot.com/

 is now

http://5z8.info/worm.exe_u6m7e_foodporn

nattoppet

The glockenspiel was totally created for falling snow. True* fact.




*not true

don't adeus me

I signed up to take these student-taught Portuguese classes at school, and I start next Sunday. Being the arrogant motherfucker that I am (mac is trying to tell me that motherfucker is not a word), I want to go in the class with some basic knowledge so I can be all PSHH I'm totally above this.
I downloaded some neat podcasts the other day and learned basic greetings and farewells. There was this one part that I took totally out of context, and I was feeling kind of  contemplative, and there was snow falling outside, and I should stop making excuses...
ANYWHO the part was this: the typical way to say bye in Portuguese is tchau (like Purina Dog Chow). But then the soothing voice continued on to say, "you can also use the word adeus, but only if you are never going to see that person again."
Seemed like kind of a heavy statement.

SHIT!

When this page comes up on my "Top Sites" page, as it does every time I open a new tab, this essentially runs through my mind (click to enlarge):

Sorry Beluga, I keep forgetting to feed you.


PS I LOVE DINOSAUR COMICS.

I swear to God he's a madman.

I think most literate beings now know that J.D. Salinger died this week. This is not an obituary or anything. The Catcher in the Rye is my 100% favorite book and I think the majority of the country is with me on this one. What can I say, we're all angst-ridden teens deep at heart.

I don't have anything original to say about the book or the man (nor have I ever, considering my 10th grade final paper on the novel) and when Danielle told me he died yesterday I didn't feel too much remorse. After all he was a grumpy old recluse who bitterly hoarded his final writings.

 A few months ago my boyfriend and I were arguing about whether a movie adaptation was possible. Me being the bookworm and him being the future Hollywood director I think you can guess which side we argued.  Anyways I've been devouring every article about our deceased author recently and specifically this one: http://www.slate.com/id/2242990/ talks about a Catcher movie adaptation.

Salinger rejected several movie offers because the only person who was ever capable of portraying Holden was Salinger himself. As soon as I realized that I was hit with sadness. Holden Caulfield did grow up and move into his beloved cabin in the woods. He secluded himself from the phonies he resented, and then passed away on January 27. And you can all say Caulfield/Salinger will live forever within the pages of the Catcher in the Rye and all those things you're supposed to say about dead people but the best thing I can think of saying is goodbye.