AGGGGHHHHH I MET ALAN RICKMAN TONIGHT AGGGGHHHHHH.

So I guess I should probably start updating livejournal now that I've started updating blurty, yeah?

Things that are new:
-I got accepted into the History Honors Society because I am awesome.
-I got the David Huyler Scholarship for Medieval/European Studies.
-I may (probably) be moving off-campus into a gorgeous three-bedroom apartment with porch, backyard, and garden.
-I am on the planning board for the NYC Wizard Rock Festival (official name is pending), and am on various sub-committees.
-I have three papers due in the next three weeks, all of which are 10+ pages (1. The relationship between love, marriage, and loyalty in the lais of Marie de France; 2. The Epistolario of St.Catherine of Siena with NEW THESIS of something I haven't figured out yet; and 3. A comparison of the image of Italian women in Italian cinema with Italian-American women in Italian-American and American cinema)
-My official schedule for next year:
Women in Early Modern Europe
Elements of Geometry
Historical Women in US to 1880
Seminar in History (Topic: Religious Violence in Medieval Europe)
Early Medieval Art

I have to have a little talk with the math people about getting my MPL raised to three, but I don't know how that will work out. They go by how many years of math you took in high school, and then if you managed to get a 70-80 in each year. I totally failed in Freshman year, but I went to summer school, but I don't know if that will count or not. Either that or I need to re-learn a lot of algebra in time for the math placement test. GAH. If I fail that, I have to pick a basic math course to take instead to bring my MPL up to 3 so I can take a course that will bring it up to 4, so I am done with fucking math. What the hell does a medievalist/librarian need with math anyway?

Speaking of which, I've pretty much decided that I want to get my Masters in Library & Information Science, with (possibly) an emphasis in Archival Organization and Document Preservation. But yeah. Liz will be a librarian. Now tell me no one saw THAT coming.

I've pretty much decided I'm frigid.

Where's the Holy Prepuce when you need it?

Last night I had a dream about the Punic Wars. Otherwise nothing else is new. I should really stop reading textbooks before bed. I took a nap today after reading Livy and I dreamt I was Lucretia. Lovely ending, that.

I put up a Harry Potter poster that one of my girls at camp gave me. The section of Ron is really bad quality and it makes me sad. There's no Ginny, Luna or Neville, and Cho is taking up way too much of the damn page. Why Cho and no Ginny? I've decided to cover her up with a printout of the Silver Trio. Because who the fuck cares about Cho anyway?

I've been having strange dreams lately. Three nights ago I dreamt of seducing a Victorian gentleman-who-was-actually-a-lady at the Met. Something about an Isabella and a Madame Prillwit, but I can't remember who either of them are. Then the night before last, I had another odd dream where I seduced a goth Incubus, which is exactly the opposite of how that sort of relationship is supposed to work. Within the dream, there was a lot of bed shaking, and I awoke to find my bed had moved about a foot from the wall. Curious. Good thing my roommate was not there, or else it might have been more embarassing.

I wish I had something more interesting or meaningful to write, but because I've been virtually closeted in my room all weekend - and probably all week as well - nothing noteworthy has yet happened. I actually have no desire to go out and meet people, and find myself more and more awkward in situations where other people are around. I sense I will someday turn into a hermit, if I do not become a nun first.

OH MY GOD DEATHLY HALLOWS.

I WANT TO GROW UP TO BE MRS. WEASLEY.

AWWW SNAPE.

AKDSAJSHATONKSANDREMUSANDFREDAKJDSHAKJSHADWHYGODWHY?!

Wow, I have the wherewithal to actually take a break from working (wow, working? I motivated myself enough to actually be working?) so I can update on my terribly boring and no-one cares life. Perhaps I'll need this in the future, to ensure I was where I said I was during when a crime was committed. "Oh, no, Detective, I couldn't have assassinated the President. You see, I was updating my LiveJournal with worthless nonsense that no one cares about! If you'll look at the timestamp right here..."

So anyway, my last final is tomorrow, and I'm sitting in the Honor's Center (illegally, by the way, since I'm not actually in the Honors program; my roommate is) writing the three essays required for my American History take-home final exam. I'm virtually all packed to go home, and I seem ahead of myself, having slept most of today to prepare for the inevitability of staying up all night. I wish I could say I've had enough work to keep me non-stop busy the last weeks, but I know the truth is that I've been procrastinating getting things done, which is why I'm in a last-minute rush. God, I wish I had a decent justification for doing things slapdash, but it's just me being a useless bum. Oh well. At least I've accepted that as a part of who I am and prepared myself for a sleepless night.

I finally got my schedule for next semester organized, and it's pretty awesome, if I do say so myself (but not as amazing as Stefani's, of course; somehow she always manages to trump me. how does that happen?):

Roman Women
Imperial Russia
Russian Culture
Elementary Latin I
History of Ancient Egypt

Best of all, my earliest class isn't until 2pm, and I don't have classes on Fridays. I need to get a job. College is expensive. And then maybe I'd have an excuse for not having enough time to get everything done.

1. Open your music library.
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the ‘next’ button.
6. Don’t lie.

Opening credits: "I Need Some Sleep," Eels
Waking up: "So Long Sister," Nom de Guerre
First day of High School: "Closer to Fine," Indigo Girls
Falling in love: "Green Eyes," Coldplay (aww so appropriate)
Fight song: "I Run for Life," Melissa Etheridge
Breaking up: "The Way We Get By," Spoon
Prom: "Black Hole Sun," Butthole Surfers
Life: "Needle in the Hay," Elliott Smith
Mental breakdown: "She's Falling Apart," Lisa Loeb (wow, really apt)
Driving: "Na Na Na Na Naa," Kaiser Chiefs
Flashback: "DARE," Gorillaz
Getting back together: "Comfort of the Dark," Butterfly Explosion
Wedding: "Star Witness," Neko Case
Birth of child: "A Question for Emily Foreman," Of Montreal
Final battle: "Rocket Man," Elton John (if Rocketman were a superhero, this would work)
End credits: "Oh My God (Kaiser Chiefs Cover)," Lilly Allen

-------------4 years ago-----------

1.) How old were you? 15
2.) Where did you go to school? Ursuline
3.) Where did you work? Girl Scout Camp
4.) Where did you live? Mount Vernon, NY
5.) Where did you hang out? New Roc, Carissa's house.
6.) Did you wear glasses? Yes.
7.) Who was your best friend(s)? Carissa, Ada, Kate, Victoria, Natalie.
8.) How many tattoos did you have? 0.
9.) How many piercings did you have? 1 & 1/2 (one of them closed up, but only halfway)
10.) What car did you drive? 0.
11.) Had you been to a real party? Real, as in it existed, or real as in it fulfilled certain qualifications?
12.) Had You had your heart broken? No.
13.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Single.

-------------2 years ago-----------

1.) How old were you? 17
2.) Where did you go to school? Ursuline/College of St. Rose, Albany
3.) Where did you work? Ludington Girl Scout Camp
4.) Where did you live? Mount Vernon, NY
5.) Where did you hang out? Bronxville, Crestwood, St.Mark's & Astor, 5th Avenue.
6.) How many tattoos did you have? 0.
7.) Who were your best friends? Kate, Ada, Carissa.
8.) Who was your crush? Nix.
9.) Had you been to a real party? I guess no?
10.) How many piercings did you have? 1 & 1/2
11.) What car did you drive? The nonexistent kind.
12.) Had your heart broken? Yes.
13.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Single.

--------------------Today--------------------

1.) How old are you? 19
2.) Where do you work? Ludington Girl Scout Camp
3.) Where do you live? Scarsdale, NY
4.) Do you wear glasses? Yes.
5.) Who are your best friends? Carissa, Victoria2, Ada, Caitlin.
6.) Do you talk to your old friends? Sometimes.
7.) How many piercings do you have? 2 (finally got that one repierced)
8) How many tattoos? 0.
9.) What kind of car do you have? The one that looks like a bike.
10.) Has your heart been broken? Continuously.
11.) Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? It's complicated.

I think I enjoy making frivolous posts because there is absolutely nothing going on in my life to merit a serious journal entry. I think I should probably fix that. I have dreams of doing everything I imagine is worthy of note, but I know they probably won't get further than my own head.

( Alphabetical Playlist )

I love when the elevator is empty.
Inside the silverglass cage
I can practice who I am
because if I do not, I may forget.

Okay here it is, once again. The mighty accounting of playlist. I do this every so often so that I can see how my musical horizons have changed/widened/narrowed and what I'm listening to at certain points in my life. I usually do it after substantial change in my life, and I figure changing schools for the third time in two years is probably one of those big changes. So, after finally adapting to my new surroundings, here I am, reevaluating my life through music. I'm doing both every band I have music from, as well as the span of years I have (because iTunes is nifty like that and gives you the year it was recorded) because that also indicates how wide a range I have.

( iTunes says I have 2348 songs )

So I've been feeling very depressed lately? For no apparent reason? My roommate and I are like best friends, I get calls or IMs from some of everybody back home, and will probably see everyone else in a matter of weeks, none of my work is late (yet), and I sort of have a handle on how much work I have left. Maybe it's seasonal depression? In spring? How the hell do I know? I've been sleeping a LOT lately, but that's probably due to the fact that I've been anemic lately (slowly bleeding to death through my uterus... two weeks and counting...) and rather listless. Maybe that's the reason? Anemia causes depression? Who knows. All I know is that like half an hour ago when I awoke from my four hour nap (no joke), I felt like just bursting into tears and calling for my mommy like a twelve-year-old kid who doesn't get the different between being emo and being a candy-ass. Of course, calling for my mommy would have less than effective results, as she is something like ninety miles away. So I guess I'm going to have to content myself with a long, hot shower, gummy bears, and chai tea. Either that or porn. You know how they're so interchangable.

Hey, Kate. Remember that time that you, me, and Kathleen were almost hit by a car, and then when we went to tell everyone else, they were like "WE'RE GOING TO GO GET PORN!"? Because that is still one of those warm-and-fuzzy moments from high school I will always remember. Where was Victoria during this? Wasn't she in our art class? Shouldn't she also have been almost hit by a car? Or have I blocked her from my memory for some strange reason?

Has anybody else heard of the latest Todd Goldman plagiarism? Apparently he even more blatantly stole from Dave Kelly of Purple Pussy than he did from Roman Dirge's Lenore... if that is even possible. Seriously, how does this guy sleep at night? I urge you to boycott all David & Goliath products because 1) they're not all that terrific anyway, 2) if you want to waste your money, you should buy the real thing, 3) why make a plagiarizing millionaire richer?, and 4) if every internet-scandal-blogging-geek-nerd-dork-wannabe actually boycotts D&G stuff... who's left to buy it anyway? I think their biggest consumers are like 13-15 year old Hot Topic addicts and the rapidly aging, once-cool parents of the 13-15 year old Hot Topic addicts.

Also, I think the funniest thing that could ever happen regarding all this is for someone to start up a rival kitsch company that blatantly plagiarizes from the plagiarizations that Goldman has done, altering them oh-so-slightly and then giving all the profits to the people that created the stuff that was plagiarized in the first place. Cause plagiarizing the plagiarizer is so ironic and stuff. Yeah.

P.S. There are fireworks going off somewhere on campus and I do not know why. Either way, it's a fun time, eh!

Okay, so the army called me today.

Yes, the army. The army has resorted to telemarketing, apparently, and they're even doing it illegally. Correct me if I'm wrong (and I'm not), but aren't cell phones exempt from telemarketing because to do so would be to take away the money we pay for individual minutes? The army just stole my minutes. Minutes I could have potentially used to call my mother. THE ARMY DOESN'T WANT ME TO CALL MY MOMMY. Even if I didn't answer the phone, I'd still get charged for the call. That's how it works. So, a phone call I did not solicit, nor did I desire to even participate in, originating from a tentacle of the United States government, has cost me money. Don't I pay enough in taxes? Don't I support the government (at the state level anyway), by attending a government sponsored university? Am I somehow being so lax in my dues paid to a government I despise that they also have to take away my cell phone minutes?

So, I did answer the phone. My friend Michelle was supposed to be calling me, and I knew I didn't have her number in my phone, so when a Restricted No. popped up, I assumed it was her. How wrong I was. Apparently, not only did the army already know my phone number, and the fact that I was a college student, but also what my name was. What the hell? Is the army stalking me now? Is it? This was really kind of creepy strange. Being too polite to outright assert that no, you nincompoop, I am not interested in joining the army so don't call here again kthxbye, I tried to discourage Sgt. Matos in more subtle ways.

He asked me if I had ever considered joining the army. I said "um, no." He asked why. I said "because George Bush is an incompetent political leader, and I don't want to be subject to his whims and policies any more than I already am." He said, "oh." He was a persistent little bugger though.

He asked me what my major was. I chortled to myself. I told him my major was history, knowing full well that there were no history-related positions in the army. He asked me what I planned to do with it. I said work in a museum. He asked what else. I said maybe teach. He asked what else I was into. I said nothing really. At a dead end, he asked me what my GPA was. I told him 3.8 (which is true). He seemed... surprised? Maybe they don't put kids who get 3.8s on the Official Army Call List, because they know we're too smart to join the army.

After fumbling for a bit, and urging me to reconsider joining the army - "after all, Bush isn't going to be President forever" - he finally sort of gave up, and told me he had to go, but he'd like me to check out a website. He said to get a pen. It told him I'd remember it. "No, you should really write this down." "I can remember what it is." "No, you should get a pen." "No, really, I can remember it." "Please, you need to get a pen so you can write this down." "But I can remember it!" After about a year of this, I finally got the damn pen. Do you know what the website was? Do you? It was GoArmy.com. What kind of fucked-up messed-up idiotic person cannot remember GOARMY.COM? People who JOIN THE ARMY, I SUPPOSE. I guess he's used to dealing with people who don't know the right end of the pen.

Before he ended the call, he urged me once again to consider the possibility of a career in the army. At this point, I'd be harassed by this man for at least ten minutes. I had told him, "no, I'm not interested" in at least seven different ways. I was exasperated. Finally, I said "look, I don't want to join the army because I'm gay, okay?" He said, "ohhhhh." I asked, "what?" He said "that explains the 3.8 GPA." Because apparently lesbians are really smart? What the fuck? I couldn't even wrap my mind around that one before he mumbled something about "have a happy Easter," to which I compounded my jackassery by saying "I'm Jewish." A very resigned, "oh, of course" followed by a click ended the call. And that was that.

Now, I'm not saying that everyone who joins the army is an idiot. I have plenty of family who were involved in WWII, Vietnam, and Korea, including my late grandfather, my Great Uncle Teddy, and my Uncle Dick. I also know a couple people who are in the army now. They're all very intelligent men. Unfortunately, the armed forces have sort of gone downhill since then. Instead of being an occupation you could be boast of, serving and defending a country you were proud to call home, a large portion of the country isn't proud to call America home, and are in fact embarassed by it's overextention in foreign affairs without directly addressing domestic ones. Tell me, please, why Bush thinks it's a good idea to try and solve other countries' problems before we can solve our own? How about we address the rising homelessness in the U.S.? How about we work to reform the social work system? How about we actually try that whole separation between church and state thing I hear tell about and give all citizens equal rights before we have a civil rights revolution on our hands? How about we stop being general jackasses and maybe CHILL THE FUCK OUT instead of constantly saying "oh, we can do that" "no problem" "we can handle this" when clearly we fucking can't? HOW ABOUT WE ELECT SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS WHAT THEY'RE DOING?

And besides all that, everyone knows the Air Force is like the most awesome branch of the military, so if I were going to join anything, it'd be them. I mean, besides the fact that it's fucking PLANES, and they have the most impressive uniforms, the members of Stargate SG-1 were from the Air Force. And yes, I am a complete geek.

Okay: so, you comment me hurr and I'll give you un letter of le alphabet. Then, you have to find TEN songs in your music library of preference that start with that letter.

I got's E. And we're off.

Easily | Red Hot Chili Peppers
Eleanor Rigby | The Beatles
End Up Alone | Nine Days
Eryn Smith | The Matches
Everland | Nom de Guerre
Every Planet We Reach Is Dead | Gorillaz
Everyday Is Exactly the Same | Nine Inch Nails
Everything Will Be Alright | The Killers
Evil and a Heathen | Franz Ferdinand
Extraordinary | Liz Phair

((Pilfered from capnbeefheart))

OMG OMG OMG

I AM GOING TO SEE THIRD EYE BLIND.

WITH CARISSA.

IN TWO WEEKS. ISH.

YEAH, YOU WISH YOU WERE ME.

*THRUSTS*

I DREW A ROBOT! HIS NAME IS ROBOT!



Why dost my scanner make him look like crap? Poor Robot.

AGGGGGGGH. I have totally forgotten about livejournal. Silly me.

Happy Syphillis, my lovelies!

P.S. Snow days still rock in college.

i have a boyfriend? what? WHAT?