tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63260932011-04-21T15:29:38.591-04:00Is this my life?CJnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1146101144579190202006-04-26T21:18:00.000-04:002006-04-26T21:25:44.593-04:00

Yes, only I would wipe out during 4th grade recess and end up with a sprained ankle. I'd never been on crutches before, preferring to break my wrist multiple times in the sportsy years, and I can honestly say it's about as frustrating as it gets. I had very nice helpers both and home and in school, with the obvious benefit of the adult helpers not being as keen on stealing my crutches in hopes

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1140986276341429882006-02-26T15:34:00.000-05:002006-02-26T15:37:56.363-05:00

Officially breaking for a bit over here. WRWF is ongoing. I've felt boring lately, and there are rarely comments, and it's lame to tell your stories without feedback! When I try to tell them in person then too, people already know and don't want to hear it. ;-) So I KNOW I haven't updated, and may not for a bit, just so y'all obsessive bookmarkers know.

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1138396677965950732006-02-05T16:16:00.000-05:002006-02-05T17:31:15.703-05:00

Randomly...Apparently, if you search "sex cam private doom" on msn, my site pops up first. I think someone was quite disappointed...If you're upset about your favorite religious figure being drawn with a bomb on his head, I think you should definitely protest by lighting things on fire. That makes a lot of sense.A week and a half until the long weekend!

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After last week's busy schedule (off Monday, delay Tuesday, home early when the power went out Wednesday) I wasn't feeling so good about working five whole days in a row this week. (Anyone feeling sorry for me yet? No?) Luckily, we got a delay this morning so at least we're starting off right. The roads actually do look bad so it's not a total gift like some of the last ones have been. I

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1136501617752703422006-01-05T17:46:00.000-05:002006-01-05T17:53:37.763-05:00

I just don't seem to have much to say. Work's good, life's good...I DID fall on my butt today on the way out to the car, that could have been improved upon. (Technically I fell forward and just landed on wrists and knees, but "fell on my wrist" doesn't have the same ring.) We have to decide about doing a second year in the next month, a decision I'm really not ready to make at all. I hope I

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1134684729024549172005-12-15T17:11:00.000-05:002005-12-15T17:12:09.036-05:00

Flat tires on the way to work are NOT a good way to start the day!

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1134617462059681732005-12-14T21:34:00.000-05:002005-12-14T22:31:02.130-05:00

I miss my Dartmouth peeps! Just thinkin lots about y'all and missing you. Lamb-Cha and Riders of the Night and boob grabbing and Wednesday meetings and the bells at 6 and just everything...thinking about everyone.

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1134388048924311302005-12-12T06:46:00.000-05:002005-12-12T06:47:28.953-05:00

Know what the worst thing about three day weekends is?They end.Here's to the last full week before break...may the children not be totally nuts. ;-)

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1134161367686300422005-12-09T15:48:00.000-05:002005-12-09T15:49:27.696-05:00

SNOW DAY!!!!!It was way too greedy to hope for a snow day in our very first cold week, when last week was in the 50s...but we GOT ONE. Boo-yah, three day weekend for me! :-D

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"THERE'S NO THESIS STATEMENT!!" Brightski...hahahahahaha.

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Growing old is, in many ways, just not very appealing. There are some people who show how it can be done with grace and kindness, and I'm grateful to them.Nana's boyfriend Norm is one of those people. He squires her around, taking such good care of her that it's impossible for our family not to love him. He helps her into cars, opens doors for ladies of every age, and never stops smiling. He

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1131500270953922202005-11-09T19:47:00.000-05:002005-11-10T06:57:28.796-05:00

12 out of 18 of my kids are reading Harry Potter. This annoys some people, who want the kids to be reading "good literature," but I think it's wonderful. They're all so excited about it, and getting to talk about it and exchange ideas and theories. The strong readers really help the weaker ones by explaining things, and the weaker readers get to be part of a reading cult, which is an extremely

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1131497121565061142005-11-08T19:43:00.000-05:002005-11-15T17:09:54.473-05:00

::Whispered in hushed tones::"The teachers have special powers...they have eyes in the back of their heads somewhere that we can't see..."Do you have any idea how long I've waited to hear someone tell me I have eyes in the back on my head after hearing my mom give that as her perfectly logical reason for knowing EVERYTHING for my whole life?? Needless to say, I was amused.

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1131497023965823272005-11-08T19:33:00.000-05:002005-11-08T19:43:43.976-05:00

What I got paid for today:Painting leaves gold, yellow, red, and orange, and pressing them onto poster papers...Reading Harry Potter over kids' shoulders...Jumproping...Going to the book fair...Play one-handed four-square...Talking about "Little Men"...Teaching a little subtraction...It was the kind of day where I get home thinking, "I know they don't pay me much, but I'm being fed, housed, and

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1130381716481665312005-10-26T22:52:00.000-04:002005-10-26T22:55:16.483-04:00

There are some things that it's just not cool to tinker with.Bond is one of them.NO, YOU CANNOT MAKE HIM BLOND. YOU CANNOT EXPLAIN WHY BOND DOES NOT HAVE DEEP RELATIONSHIPS WITH WOMEN. AND YOU BETTER DAMN WELL NOT TAKE AWAY GADGET-MASTER Q. YOU BASTARDS.End rant.

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1130115864682644882005-10-24T17:19:00.000-04:002005-10-24T16:57:38.986-04:00

A little boy rounds the corner, talking earnestly to his friend."I just really wish that the whole school was a trampoline right now," he says wistfully.That would be AWESOME.

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THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT.I NEED A VOTE.I'm choosing what to wear to Patti's wedding. I'm trying to choose the daring one, so that's the one I'm showing you. It's not me--it IS Carrie Bradshaw.I need YOU to tell me if I can pull it off. I am unshowered and unmakedup this picture--it was an early morning. And I wouldn't be barefoot/in yukky shoes. So just the dress--can I pull it off? Answer

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"So. I made out with a really ugly chick last night. Hahahahahaha. Miss you!"Miss you too, Vac! Hahaha.

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By fourth grade, most of them have learned to be at least slightly PC, so a lot of the funniest kids quotes I'm hearing are out of the kindergarten and second grade classes of my roommates.While climbing on the ropes on the playground, one of the kindergarteners slips. "Oof," he says. "I punched my weiner!"Helpfully, one of the others pipes up, "You didn't punch your weiner, you fell on your

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1128638383230619882005-10-06T18:30:00.000-04:002005-10-06T18:39:43.236-04:00

I am getting PAID to do this job. Some days I remember to think about how incredibly lucky I am.Like when we played "Heads Up Seven Up" today. I got my thumb pressed a lot and only guessed right once. I haven't honed those skills since 6th grade!Like when we had a kid upset today and she couldn't calm down until I was there talking to her.Like when the classroom dog started barking during a

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1128389029458832982005-10-03T21:07:00.000-04:002005-10-03T21:23:49.463-04:00

Today I took cold medicine during the day in an attempt to banish the stuffy nose and sneezing I had going on. I was hoping to be able to lean over kids' papers without immediately having to blow my nose. Instead, it knocked me out. Non-drowsy my ass! As I mentally slumped to the floor I looked helplessly at John and made some weak arm motions that probably vaguely pantomimed sleep. "Lie

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Driving home after dinner on Saturday night with Mark, I took the long way by the water. We're driving with the lights from the shore reflected in the water, a few quiet swans drifting out there, and all of a sudden AAAAAAAAAAH slam on brakes and pull over. Galloping down the middle of the road are two dogs, a white and a black lab. The car behind me swings into the other lane, narrowly

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1127991950841021592005-09-29T07:01:00.000-04:002005-09-29T07:05:50.846-04:00

Parent's Night tonight! I'm a little nervous but I'm sure it'll be fine. If I can decide what to wear...

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Teacher: "Jefferson freed Sally Hemmings sons because they were really his children."Kid: "Oh. When did they get married?"Teacher: "They weren't married."Class practically in unison: "If they weren't married, how could they have babies together???"Teacher: "Look! Time for recess!"Hahahahahahahahaha.

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Due to long meetings, my feet currently aren't in intense pain.Silver lining to everything, yo.

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We're buddies with a kindergarten class, and one of my sweet boys is paired with a small girl. To keep her amused, while the rest played checkers or built cities with blocks, he allowed himself to be part of dressup. A sweeping hat, a pink jeweled tiara to match the pink feathered boa, strips of silky material would about him--the little girls couldn't stop laughing and batting their eyes, and

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"The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1127066878756344082005-09-18T14:29:00.000-04:002005-09-18T14:07:58.763-04:00

So with a combination of going to bed insanely early and early bird roommates, I have woken up early two days in a row. (If this feels like Mich's posts of last spring, you're right.) At 9:30 on Saturday morning, I woke up. Refreshed, and ready to get out of bed. After partying on Friday night. And drinking. Without an alarm. Granted, I had been tipsy by 10 and came home at 11:30, but

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"Aaah, teacher, she's trying to EAT ME.""He looks like a brownie and I want to EAT HIM!" Small Chinese girl to small black boy. Kids are hilarious, if not too PC, bless them.

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"GUESS WHAT?? Some of the hurricane came to my house today!!" Second graderNo, kiddo, that was just a little rain. Confused and very sweet.

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I would like to report that I just got a hit on this website for someone searching "nervous breakdown party." That cracked me up.How do more teachers not turn into homicidal maniacs if their feet always hurt as much as mine do? I need to brush my teeth, and change, and plug in the computer so it doesn't die, but ONE MORE STEP WILL BE AGONY. I'll get up to plug the heating pad in and wrap it

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1126570797895344672005-09-12T20:10:00.000-04:002005-09-12T20:19:57.906-04:00

I am alive and mostly well! My feet hurt. It's exhausting to get up when it's still dark and spend the day wrangling children. I loved being a camp counselor and thought teaching would be a lot like that in some ways, but the whole tenor is different when I'm "Miss" instead of Christine. I'm not their buddies, nor is that my goal, so I find myself at loose ends sometimes when I don't feel

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1126065339577286672005-09-06T23:52:00.000-04:002005-09-06T23:55:39.583-04:00

So tired.The kids aren't even here yet and I fell asleep at 6 tonight. I can already tell you what the scariest part of this whole endeavor is going to be. I have to dress myself every morning! Match a blouse and skirt or slacks and shoes and make the colors match and the styles work...oh lord.That and feeding myself!I'm going back to bed.

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You know how when you know you can't use a bathroom, suddenly you really have to go?I'm in my house in New Canaan! And we finally got Internet. No cable or phones yet, but let's get serious, this is the important part, yes?Unfortunately, the first 30 seconds that the roommates were all actually in the same place at the same time (they haven't been here much this week), one of the roomies'

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1125117442321520452005-08-28T12:35:00.000-04:002005-08-27T15:16:43.040-04:00

I'm reading Care's away messages and she's out picnicking and seeing a hypnotist and hanging out with her friends. I actually thought...boy, I love the beginning of term before things pick up, I can't wait to go back. And then I realized that I'm not going back, and I'm sad. I was also heartbroken about leaving high school though, so that shows you how reliable MY emotions are.

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1125116866080961862005-08-26T23:20:00.000-04:002005-08-27T00:27:46.086-04:00

I just stepped on the biggest slug in the entire world. It was half the length of my foot and squelched and I SCREAMED and leapt in the air but not fast enough, as slug goo stuck to me through repeated washings with my foot in the sink. I am still shuddering and slightly nauseated thinking about it. I don't mind spiders; Charlotte was cool. I don't like things that sting, but I don't freak

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1124854571257257792005-08-25T23:32:00.000-04:002005-08-25T12:39:04.220-04:00

This is my summer!Waterskiing!and tennis playing!!These are really a lie, an honest picture would be me sitting around and reading. With a cat or dog on my lap. :-) But you don't need a picture of that...

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Check out the new pics I have up for Christine's 22nd Birthday. Bar dancing and NYC trip are also new, so feel free to browse. If there are any old pics you've wanted and haven't gotten yet, hop to it, 'cause I may need to take some down because I'm using too much space!I stole Bright's idea and vineyarded. And Vy's idea and got a haircut! I didn't chop it so short though--I'm sure there'll

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1124749594664338652005-08-22T18:21:00.000-04:002005-08-22T18:26:34.673-04:00

I'm pleased that Vy has joined the evil ranks, and I'll put up the link just as soon as I remember how. ;-) I'm such a Luddite that I have to relearn it each time. Thank goodness Bright prods me as often as she long-distance can. Thanks for all your lovely birthday wishes! I especially loved the ones that came through the mail, as y'all know, those are my favorites! The cell phone messages

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1124398159835771142005-08-18T16:43:00.000-04:002005-08-18T16:49:19.840-04:00

What do you want from me, woman? I posted to WRWF and that's about as much as you can expect. :-PI went babysitting yesterday and was watching this little girl who looks a lot like I did at that age. White-blond hair, blue eyes, can get away with murder but doesn't know it yet. We were playing dogs, with me as the dog and her as the owner. She didn't want to feed or pet her dog, just build

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1124169056156850482005-08-16T01:10:00.000-04:002005-08-16T01:10:56.163-04:00

I'm 22! :-D

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I'm standing in the bathroom blearily, having been woken up and told I have fifteen minutes before the family gets here for a nice brunch. "What should I put on that will make me look less icky?" I muse aloud."Hmm." She steps back and looks at me intently. "I'd say a shower."Point to Care.

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I have abandoned you, haven't I, my little blog? I've sort of been cheating on you with WRWF, which is more interesting right now. I read, I play tennis, I write...and I eat, and eating's really the highlight, you know? So for the very few of you checking in (and for the fewer of you who are annoyed at my lack of providing procrastinatory material, play with WRWF until I start my job and have

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1122565079717211522005-07-28T11:36:00.000-04:002005-07-28T11:37:59.723-04:00

Going to go play tennis on grass for the first time in years! I am excited and anticipating intense soreness--if anyone wants to apply for the position of rubbing me, let me know. ;-) If they get a good action shot I'll put it up. :-)

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1122081955349997492005-07-22T21:24:00.000-04:002005-07-22T21:25:55.353-04:00

Oh, Jewel of India, what you do to me...At Big Green for the weekend. And getting up at 4 something so I could drive here quickly and get here before 11 made sense until I showed up and slept all day. Oops....

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Well, obviously, once I starting reading the book those first guesses don't make any sense.And right now I am SO SAD. I finished it earlier tonight and then sat around and bleated and moaned. No one was around who'd finished it yet, so I can't wait to talk to someone who has. Moan!

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Obviously I have to reread all the Potter books before starting on the sixth, so I started last night after I got home from babysitting and just finished the third one! It's easy to forget how addicting they are. It's also nice to be doing nothing so that I can read all the time!If you know what happens, DO NOT tell. I have two guesses about who the half-blood prince is though. Tell ya what,

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Posted on WRWF WRWFHad a terrific weekend and ate Indian Food every day i was there. Dinner twice and lunch once. Sorry for everyone I didn't get to see, but next time I'll stay longer, I promise!And to those I did see, thank you, it was fantastic.

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I'm hoooome. Happy birthday to Mommy!And yay for great weekends.

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Hopefully I'll have some Indian food in the next few days. Going for a visit to the big green which I'm looking forward to. Not just for the Indian food.Settle a debate, or at least comment on it if you have an opinion: does someone have to die in order for a book to be great? If your answer is no, I need a supporting book title. And it's got to be one of your favorites to count.

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I'm still here, and if I haven't called or e-mailed you back in the last few days, I'll get to it soon. Miss you.

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Well, I wrote a 90 page thesis and today, my second reader gave me three pages of random and sporadic criticism. Which is still more than my advisor gave me during the whole process. What a sad and sorry experience that turned out to be.

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When I was gardening, I bought a catnip plant for Tiger. This was both fun and devious, as it makes him really happy and is also very funny to watch. So here's my kitty eating it:Tiger kept eating, and Tucker started rolling around nearby, reluctant for anyone to be dopier than he is:And here's Tiger, drunk and high:Here's Tucker, being my sweet idiot baby:Thanks for indulging me with the

CJnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326093.post-1119994406127325532005-06-28T17:32:00.000-04:002005-06-28T17:33:26.133-04:00

I posted on WRWF, so check it out: Well Read Well Fed

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I'd better do something different--one person found me today searching "short hot skirt pics" and another by searching "big breasts sexy." Is that all I talk about??

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Garden Before Originally uploaded by cjk05. This is the garden before I was working in it...

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Garden After Originally uploaded by cjk05. Here's the garden after I planted forever! Just a little piece of it is done but I think it looks pretty.

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First fireflies were out tonight! I haven't caught one yet, but they sure do look pretty in the evening.I bought When Harry Met Sally with an old gift card I found while cleaning out my room. I am pleased. I also found out there is a country bar on Long Island, complete with mechanical bull. There really aren't words, and I can't wait to go!Shopped for garden plants today with my Mom. The

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Thanks, Bright, here I go again! ;-)The band that was at Finley's on Saturday night kicked ass. They played everything, all the hits, and it was terrific. Interesting to see faces from the past as well. It's impossible to walk around this town without seeing everyone we've known forever.I love my New York friends. You guys are awesome, and I love getting lunch and chatting on the phone and

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We went out on the boat today and took her in toward the city. We went all the way in to the Throgsneck Bridge! It was pretty awesome. Heading toward the New York City skyline forced us to be contemplative. It's just not the same anymore, and I don't even recognize it without its towers. I mean, yeah, there's the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building and the CityGroup building, and

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Using Tom may be a copout, Brightski, but I'll give it to you.Lessee. First week back. As of this moment I have put four things in the mail to various sick/hurt/in the middle of nowhere friends. None of these have been thank you notes for graduation presents. Oops. My wonderful Nana has decided to share some of her money while she's around to see the good it does--which I think is a fabulous

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:-Pthhhh.I am unpacking, beginning to write letters to people (although I may officially be the world's slowest correspondent now), sketching out a story I'd like to write, reading the Gift of Fear and the Elegant Gathering (I'll post on WRWF eventually about them) and the Tipping Point, and hanging with the fam.If you haven't seen Mr. and Mrs. Smith, go now. Today. Really. Guns, explosions,

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I am not a college student anymore. This is very depressing. I did something dumb earlier and said, "I go Dartmouth!" but that was a lie. :-(Now here's the post I promised, even though lots of you never said hello. People have checked in from almost all the states, England, Poland, India, Morocco, and Malaysia. And here are some of the searches that got them here:"flexitarian""romantic

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I'm back...and already missing Dartmouth a ton, as good as it is to be home at first. But it's not the place I'll miss, really, it's all about the people.I miss you!

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"If this were a horror movie, I'd be the only one to survive, because *I'M* a virgin." Brightski, while we were walking through dark creepy woods and then deserted eerily lit parking lots. Said quite smugly, and very self-satisfied. Soo funny.I'm making the most of this last time at Dartmouth. Hung out on the Green with Annie for a while today, and then Missa joined us. We read and chatted

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ROLL CALL!Who ARE you? Since everyone's graduated the people reading this have switched around, as far as I can guess from the cities looking at this. But there's still a bunch of people looking. Leave a comment if you're reading and let me know who all is reading this thing anyway. I know there are a bunch of people from this school--Bright? Andrea? Who else, I know there are some randoms?

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My last final ever is at 8am tomorrow.I don't know whether to be psyched or miserable! I am having a severe case of "aaaah I should have just gone to grad-school-itis." Either way, I'm procrastinating. And it's Friday night, which ought to mean something but doesn't. I'm jealous of the people off taking a "road trip" (even if I don't think a flight and a six hour drive counts!), and the

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Hanover in the late spring is idyllic. Today I watched Bright play in her concert on Baker Lawn, went to an ice cream social on the Green, and had a lovely long talk with Annie in the shade outside Sanborn. Days like this make it worth the winters. I love it here; I'm not ready to leave!!PS I know, I've been a very bad blogger. Sorry to make you all have to do some work. ;-)

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Sorry y'all, blogger was down.I'M DOOOOOOOOONE.and it feels lovely. i'm also a bit tipsy--(senior honors dinner=bad free wine) + meetings = wooooot.i'm making a list of books i should read before i graduate--anyone have advice? although i'll probably just sleep. muahahahaha. thanks for all your looooove.

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83 page draft in for advisor's perusal...whew. I am a tired girl, and I'm sick of reading my own writing! Getting very hard to focus. So close to being officially finished though! So close!

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Out of ideas! Out of steam! Out of energy! I got to the library at 3 and am still here at 1:30! Took a break to walk to foco and get dinner to go and then just now to get chicken nuggets before it closed. wah! wah! Entertain me or something. Jeez, you're just sitting there.

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I DELETED one chapter, RIPPED apart another, and am now trying to put humpty-dumpty back together again. My advisor would like a finished draft, by tomorrow please, so it may be one more late night.I keep talking about all the things I'm going to do when this is over. Go to the movies, rent movies, print photos in the lab, shoot photos, go to the greenhouse, Dartmouth 7, start running again,

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Ok, back on track. Don't have to redo it, I overreacted. Mark is totally fabulous and kept me sane. Additionally, he ran into my prof and had a conversation that, in conjunction with one of my chapters, helped to clarify my ideas to the prof. So I have a lot of work to do, but I'm not starting from scratch!

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Advisor wants me to reconceptualize my argument. I fell apart at the seams and wailed for a little while, then tried to figure out what that meant. Still trying, sitting next to Mark, who ran out and bought the SparkNotes Atlas and about 8 books on economics and capitalism so he could help me counter advisor's Marxist arguments. I'm at a loss still...but it's always good to be supported! Sigh.

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I'm sending out my intro for comments. If you want to see it (and haven't already expressed editing interest), let me know!Yawn. One week left!!

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Oh yeah! And I have 72 pages, which is a very rough first draft. 10 days to go. WOOT.

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Sleeping in public places, part II:Fell asleep outside working at a table. Woke up to switch the sides of my face that were getting burned, occasionally, but when I roused myself for the final time I had flashcards stuck to my face.I am SO cool. Annie laughed at me.

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Me: "Hello, pot? This is kettle."Care: No no. It's hello kettle.Me: Who cares which way?Care: But it's backwards!!Me: SO??Care: The pot calls the kettle!!And indeed the child is right, the pot does call the kettle. Sheesh, I never took it that literally! But...never let the truth get in the way of a good story. ;-)

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO:Mere 4/22Rich 4/24Mich 4/26Matt 5/1 (and HAPPY ENGAGEMENT)Liss 5/5Hiiiiiiippo Birdie 2 Ewes! Love y'all.

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"...Rand's ridiculously exaggerated adoration of strong male figures betrays the underlying disavowed lesbian economy, i.e. the fact that Dominique and Roark, or Dagny and Galt, are effectively lesbian couples." Slavoj Zizek, Lacanian Ink 12.Clearly I am not smart enough to wade through this much bullshit and even pretend to make rational arguments. ???

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Family Guy's back! Yay.

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Thanks for the love, all.As you know, I'm not terribly good at coping with change. I don't like the things I love to change...friendships, haircuts, the same exact meal at Munday's...You know. But the damn world keeps changing whether I like it or not, and it usually brings me far more happiness than I ever anticipated when I was busy being miserable about the fact that it was changing. So my

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

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I really am the worst procrastinator ever.I feel no need to prove that here, because I have better things to do. Like read all of the "Tell Me About It" archives from 1998. I am so cool it hurts sometimes.Send love to Care who ended up in the hospital this week. The mono's back, poor baby. So send good vibes her way.In other news...I got a job offer! Celebrate, damn you! It is now

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Here's what advisor had to say about thesis: "I have finished reading your Intro with a stimulating mixture of interest and horror."Laugh? Cry? Shrug? This is me, not quite sure what the appropriate response to that is. (Yes, I'm aware that I already shared this quote with exactly half of those reading this, but the other half had to see it too.) At least I'm stimulating. Hubba hubba.

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I love that without fail, the most people read this on Sunday night when procrastinating becomes most important.I just fell asleep in one of our food courts while trying to type. When I woke up, one of the guys who works here grinned and said, "Morning." As I blushed he told me that he thought about waking me up but figured that I wasn't hurting anyone unless I fell off the chair. Pretty sure

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What are you doing reading this?? I KNOW you have work to do.Yeah, that's why I'm writing it too. I promised a post on this topic, so this'll have to do.My Easter Dinner. Because I love food.On Easter, I went out with my uncle and his family to dinner, since I was in Boston for job interviews and the family couldn't let me starve. (Yeah starving student gig. Sometimes it's worth it.) We

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You WILL NOT believe what we watched tonight. His name is The Regurgitator. This dude swallowed shit like no porn star I've ever seen. Pool ball...and back up. Rubik's cube in...turns it in his stomach, and back out. Swallows butane gas...and for the next half an hour, will randomly light a lighter and create a fire bomb. Swallows a magnet and then a bunch of tacks. Swallows ten coins, and

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Enough self-pity. I finished a chapter!! A whole whopping 13 pages of goodness. Actually, of crap, but that's why we say we're going to revise. Now I have to send it to said thesis advisor, who will hopefully have some helpful things to say and not just tell me it's crap and I need to start over. Woohoo! If you've read Atlas and you're interested in being my editor, let me know. ;-) I need

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I think I'm going to hold a "nervous breakdown party" to celebrate my utter lack of functioning. Don't have a job? Screwed for your thesis? Come play with me! Featuring lots of chocolate, perhaps a Johnny Depp movie or two, too much alcohol, and perhaps a list of facilities in our area which offer nice accomodations and lovely straitjackets. What would you have at YOUR nervous breakdown

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So Mich wins for following instructions for the question! (See comments.) Ski bum following the seasons. I like that. Used bookstore also. Pro dog walker is slightly more iffy, although I hear you can make a decent living in NYC. Drew, you need to specify what you'd be doing in the Green Country. Unsurprisingly, I would be a food writer in Italy. Travel to the best restaurants and sample

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If you could do anything after graduation, what would you do? You must be making some money, but because we're fantasizing here, people, that doesn't have to be the focus. Would you write? Be a tour guide in Hawaii? Organic farm your way across Europe?I'll answer my own question after I get back from an interview on Tuesday night. But feel free to respond here if you wish.

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Is there anything better than lazy weekend baseball games in the sun?Well, yes.But it gets harder to beat when we win all four! Out in the sun, sitting there with Missa, cheering like we have every spring, it was pretty fabulous. The Green was packed with people today. They mostly lay around, working, talking, napping, and generally soaking up the sunlight. Yesterday there was a group out

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I've decided to become a flexitarian. That means limiting my meat and eating lots of veggies.I should pause here to say that I recently had one of the best cheeseburgers of my LIFE. I was in a hotel the night before an interview, and the place had a little restaurant attached. I was prepared to be unimpressed, and I was all alone which can easily make a meal out a bummer. I ordered the

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I'll try to get to posting about spring break eventually, but the farther away it gets the less likely it is that I'll ever catch up.So right now...I just went on a job interview to teach at a school for kids with learning disabilities. I WANT the job, it was awesome, but unfortunately while I was sitting in the office the boss had to take a call from someone with connections to people on the

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Oh yeah. Remember when I went on that beautiful drive? Well, I had my windows down, and left one of them down. The next day NH was rocked by another blizzard. I got almost a foot of snow IN MY CAR and had to sit there blowing heat on it and using my fingers to warm up the ice coating the window for about half an hour before I could put it back up. I suck at life!!

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"Why are you talking so funny?""Because I'm wearing velourrrrrrrr."Yesterday I visited two shelters around here. This term I've been cooking a lot more (thanks to the coolest pasta pot ever!) and eating a lot less (late classes mean breakfast is now lunch and besides, I am SO sick of this food), and I wasn't going to go negative for the first term ever. In fact, I actually had a huge surplus.

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Yesterday was beautiful. Sunny, 45 degrees...I went for a quick re-centering drive with the windows down, looking for more covered bridges around here. It was an "I'm happy to be alive day" even if it was the day a final was due and I'd stayed up all night. This morning: blizzard. Again. It's freezing and we're about to get 4-6 inches. Not fair!My last final paper is about one of my mom's

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Mich's fault--I'm singing along to "So this is love" from Cinderella. But the superior version by James Ingram. And I hosted Megan the other day when she was looking at Dartmouth. I feel like the tour was less than satisfying--we went to a rape talk and she got to hear lots of bitching about the things stolen out of sisters' rooms. And it was a Monday night...nothing going on at the house,

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Yippee!Clearly I can't stand being productive, as I have a test and essay due tomorrow that I haven't started working on. But I thought I'd document my success this week.I was in the Vagina Monologues, and they were splendid. On Tuesday Mom came up to watch, and she, Mark, Vy, Annie, Andrea, and Lis got front row seats so they could watch and cheer me on! Despite freezing and blanking during

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