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.