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.

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

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.

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...

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

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!

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!)

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

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

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.

Home is wherever I'm with you

It's awfully late but I guess that doesn't matter when you're waiting for a boy
especially one who smells good and makes you laugh and holds your hand in his pocket since it's terribly cold outside.

It's cold inside too. I'm back in Princeton for a good while and the house is never a comfortable temperature. Thank god for flannel. Anyways to get to my point: I'm back.
Surprisingly a semester of college doesn't mean my mom can't boss me around anymore. She'll still drive me to Danielle's house tomorrow and tell me to do the dishes.
I'll end with a cliche: Some things never change

the annual homoerotic love letter

I was reading the plug today. It's silly and amusing and I never expect to find anything more than playfulness but I picked up this quotation and I thought it was worth sharing:

"You know how there are some people that you're really close to. And then you get to a certain point in your life, and you don't really think about that person anymore? And there's some people you were never really close to, but you always really enjoyed?"

Anyways I know it's probably not relevant and I wonder if I've run out of charming things to say about my friendship with Danielle but she turned 18 today which means It's that time of the year to confess my love.

So Danielle, darling, I may be states away but I'm about as close to you as I can possibly be to anyone. I think that counts for something. Thanks for sharing years of awkward teenage development with me. Thanks for making me laugh. Thanks for reading my mind about 90% of the time. Remember the first time we hung out? I must have felt terribly relieved that day thinking for the first time in my life: thank god, she's just like me.

You're the one I'm really close to and always really enjoyed. Have a happy birthday, legal adult.

updates overdue

updates:

It feels weird coming back here to write. I'm probably going to feel the same way when I go back home for the first time in three months. It feels familiar but It's like I just stepped into the doorway of my bedroom and realized I didn't make the bed before I left. Nomsayin? Me neither.

Anyways Danielle seems to have started this up again and I find no reason not to follow suit. That's not true. There are always reasons not to do something-time being one of them. Anyways if we're always connected by underground wires then why not reciprocate from both ends?

So far what I'm getting from college is a truckload of new information being shot out by a series of facial haired men who stand at the front of a large classroom. On occasion we regurgitate our new knowledge on papers or tests and sometimes that information nestles itself into my head and I let it get comfortable. Am I getting my money's worth? I can't say. Am I really learning anything? I can say.

I'll return, Beluga