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November 5th, 2009

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I was told tonight that my class and the class of 2010 are the first class of graduating college students to face an economy with double-digit unemployment for a generation and a half. I am so lucky to have a job right now, it's not even funny. I'm doubly lucky to have a job that pays me enough to live and isn't so demanding that I can't also have an internship in my field. I read on MSNBC that the average income for a 22 year old college graduate is $55,000 a year. I don't think I'll be making that much money until I've worked at a museum for 15 years. It must be a thrill to love being an engineer and to get paid a lot for what you love doing. Fine arts and humanities are taking quite the beating right now because no one has the money to go out and spend on tickets to a museum or tickets to an opera, orchestra concert, play, etc.

There are plenty of jobs out there for people who are interested in working in museums. I know this because I belong to a newsgroup on yahoo called "musejobs," which sends me daily updates with museums jobs from all across the country. I get about 12-15 emails a day from the moderator, because she searches job sites from everywhere. The jobs are out there, but the problem is that I'm not qualified for any of them because I don't have my master's degree. There's the stickler- I have a years worth of museum experience right at this very moment. When I finish my internship with Dawn (at Milwaukee Public Museum) at the end of next semester, I'll have a year and a half, and that experience ranges across the board. First of all, I will have worked in a big and a small institution, which is something that graduate programs like to see. I have demonstrated (I think) consistent dedication to the field. I have actual experience, not just a passing fancy because I can't figure out what else to do with a B.A. in History. I've done projects in education, I've worked with photo archives, I've worked with collections software, I've worked with collections, I've helped with exhibits, I've done research, I'm working with a woman in Milwaukee to start her own museum...I would kick everyone's ass in grad school.

I don't regret turning down Tufts. Their program was confusing and I am glad that I made the decision to wait, because it's not the program I wanted. I've been thinking the last couple of weeks that I might just up and apply to graduate school this year. I'd have to do it NOW which isn't really fair to spring on the people that I'd ask to write letters for me. I'd also have to re-take the GRE because my scores were suckamundo. There goes $160. Plus all of the application fees. Amy told me about a program in Boulder that waves tuition because you work in their museum. You don't get paid, but you don't have to pay for school. I've been thinking about applying to that program only because they wave tuition, and because it sounds like a good program. I don't want to go back to Colorado, though.

The other schools that I'm looking at are the same ones I applied to last year, minus Tufts. Meaning, George Washington and the Cooperstown Institute. The main reason I didn't get into Cooperstown last time is because I didn't have any experience whatsoever. I had about a month in my internship at that point- nothing that Sharon (my boss at the time) could really speak to, and I didn't know her well enough for her to write my letter of recommendation. Now though, I do, and she's went to Cooperstown and might be able to pull some strings for me. So can Carolyn, who also did her graduate work at Cooperstown, and who also works at the museum where I interned in Appleton.

I guess I'm tired of futzing around and I want to get a move on the career that I want to be in in five years. I like to think that I'm being smart about it- I turned down a full-time job in Milwaukee that wasn't in museums because it was a "career." That wasn't the only reason, but it had a lot to do with why I turned it down.  I spent two days sweating over that decision, because it was a full-time job *with benefits* and I was pretty much wondering if I was insane. I guess I knew in my gut that it wasn't the job for me as soon as I finished the second round of application, but I couldn't just turn it down out of pocket. I was going to call someone much wiser that I to make sure I wasn't being stupid, but I know myself too well. I just wanted confirmation that I was doing the right thing and if someone told me to not be dumb and accept the job, I'd just hate turning it down more and worse, I might try to take it and then hate having done so. I don't want to start a career knowing full well that I'm just going to ditch it in a year and a half to do what I really want to do. I can't really tell the people I'm interviewing with that "Oh yeah, well this is really only a temporary gig because it's not where I see myself in ten years." I'd get laughed right out of the office.

And I'm tired of living in cold states. Says the woman who wants to settle in Boston.

At least they have the ocean.

Thought for today: "I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble." ~Rudyard Kipling
Happy things: Talking to Felicia for two hours, getting to "sleep in" tomorrow, spending Saturday with Dustin's parents, Felicia's birthday, being in love, soda, kittens, friends.

November 2nd, 2009

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As the days get shorter, so does my temper. Something within me calls out to the sun and embraces its warmth, so when the days have ten hours of sunlight or less are the worst. Milwaukee is especially bad, as it seems that most of the week the clouds are too thick to permit light to penetrate their gray facade.

Despite the lack of sunshine in my weather forecast, life goes on and I keep up as best I can. I've just found a full-time job, so I have less to worry about than I used to. My determination to go to graduate school is keener than ever, and the hours I spend every week at the museums are a testament to such. I only hope that I will be able to continue working in a museum when the terms change over. 

I love the smells during the fall. Wet leaves, crackling fires, cinnamon, pumpkins, apples...all the good homey sorts of smells.

I'm content to be moving forward towards the person I'm going to be.

September 12th, 2009

Cut cut cut )Cut cut cut )

July 24th, 2009

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You can ONLY answer Yes or No.

You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks. -- and believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming as nothing is exactly as it seems.

Now, here's what you're supposed to do. . . Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag as many of your friends as you'd like to.

1. Kissed any one of your Facebook friends? Yes
2. Married any of your facebook friends? No
3. Kissed someone you didn't like? No
4. Slept in until 5 pm? No
5. Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes
6. Held a snake? Yes
7. Ran a red light? Yes
8. Been suspended from school? No
9. Experienced love at first sight? Yes
10. Totaled your car in an accident? No
11. Been fired from a job? No
12. Fired somebody? No
13. Sang karaoke? No
14. Pointed a gun at someone? No
15. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes
16. Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes
17. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes
18. Kissed in the rain? Yes
19. Had a close brush with death? No
20. Played spin-the-bottle? No
21. Sang in the shower? Yes
22. Smoked a cigar? No
23. Sat on a rooftop? Yes
24. Smuggled something into another country? No
25. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Yes
26. Broken a bone? No
27. Skipped school? Yes
28. Eaten a bug? No
29. Sleepwalked? No
30. Walked a moonlit beach? No
31. Rode a motorcycle? Yes
32. Dumped someone? Yes
33. Forgotten your anniversary? No
34. Lied to avoid a ticket? No
35. Ridden in a helicopter? No
36. Shaved your head? No!
37. Played a prank on someone? Yes
38. Hit a home run? No
39. Felt like killing someone? Yes
40. Cross-dressed? No
41. Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Yes
42. Eaten snake? No
43. Marched/Protested? No
44. Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? Yes
45. Puked on an amusement ride? No
46. Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? No
47. Knitted? Yes
48. Been on TV? Yes
49. Shot a gun? Yes
50. Skinny-dipped? No
51. Gave someone stitches? No
52. Eaten a whole habenero pepper? No
53. Ridden a surfboard? No
54. Drank straight from a liquor bottle? No
55. Had surgery? yes
56. Streaked? Yes
57. Taken by ambulance to a hospital? No
58. Blacked out? No
59. Peed on a bush? Yes
60. Donated Blood? Yes
61. Grabbed an electric fence? No
62. Eaten alligator meat? No
63. Eaten cheesecake? Yes
64. Eaten your kids' [or little sibling's] Halloween candy? Yes
65. Killed an animal when not hunting? No?
66. Peed your pants in public? No
67. Snuck into a movie without paying? No
68. Written graffiti? Yes
69. Still love someone you shouldn't? No
70. Think about the future? Yes
71. Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes
72. Climbed a mountain? Yes
73. Eaten octopus? Yes

July 13th, 2009

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I haven't been myself lately. Before graduation it was the preeminent ceremony, seeing my father again after four years, the idea of so much change, the wanting to hang on but the excitement of plunging into something new...now it's apprehension about life, a feeling of uselessness, I seem to have lost my sense of purpose, I couldn't think of my new apartment as home because I'm only here until September...

Today is going better than last week. I got a new job which I started a week ago today and it's giving me 40+ hours a week, including mandatory 8 hour overtime three Saturdays a month. It's a little overwhelming at the moment, but I'm starting to get used to it. The only problem is that this week I have started picking up 8 extra hours at my internship, which means that I get to work 57 hours this week. It's great- I'm very, very lucky to have one job at all, and now I have two. It'll pay off when I get my paychecks, but it also means that I'm exhausted and don't have time to see anyone or hang out.

Honestly, life is just fine. I'm just fine and things will work out. I'm not sure why I'm having a hard time adjusting.

In other news, I think that the "Build-a-Bear" company must just be raking in the dough. Those people run a brilliant business.

Thought for the day: Lalalalalala.
Happy things: Dustin, Battlestar Gallactica, delicious spicy chicken soup, bananas, milk.

June 4th, 2009

Best night ever.

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Aneesh= Mr. Larry U?---------->Check.
Senior streak sober?----------->Check.

May 16th, 2009

Speech!

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Good morning, everyone!

If for some reason you should be awake early and see this note, I would like to inform you that I am giving a talk on my senior thesis this morning at 10:15 in main hall 201. I recommend coming about 5-10 minutes early; I'm the last person to speak out of three in my session, and if it runs a little early, it'll be easier to sneak in after the applause has stopped for the person before me. History papers can be a little dry sometimes, so I guess I should mention what my paper is on. My paper is about a slave named Quock Walker, and how his successful suit for freedom in the Massachusetts supreme court system in 1783 helped end slavery in Mass., but only because Massachusetts was already prepped to end slavery anyway.

Does that sound complicated? Well, not to me, anyway. I dunno, unzipping enzymes and charting DNA strands is much more difficult. (Can you even unzip an enzyme? I have no idea.)

April 27th, 2009

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Because I'm not ready to go to bed yet... )

April 24th, 2009

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April 22nd, 2009

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To nap, or not to nap: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The yawns and nods of outrageous fatigue,
Or to take sheets against a sea of stressing,
And by opposing end it? To nap: to sleep;
To sleep; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That come at 5 a.m., 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To nap, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of life what dreams may come
When we have slumbered off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long day;
For who would bear the jeers and laughs in class,
The oppressor's speech, the proud man's notebook,
The pangs of deprived sleep, the days's delay,
The hatred of dawning and the sun
That patient sleeper of the unknowing takes,
Which he himself might his quietus make
With no alarm? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of sleeping through practice,
The undiscover'd from whose boat
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than quit like others that we know much of?
Thus conscience does make team-mates of us all;
And thus the native hue of the morning sun
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of dread,
And enterprises of great length and movement
With this regard their coxens turn away,
And lose the name of action. - Ready all now!
The fair Coxen! Sylph, in thy orisons
Be all my strokes remember'd.

April 19th, 2009

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Okay, so the day started when we were all meeting at the meeting place to get people put into the vans to go on the trip. We were supposed to meet at 7:00 and be out of the school by 7:15. When more than half of the team wasn't at the turnaround by 7:20, we started calling people to wake them up. One particularly problematic member, Bridget, didn't wake up to her alarm or her roommate's repeated entreaties to get out of bed. So we had to drive over and forcibly yank her out of bed. When we got back to the turnaround, everyone else was there, but by the time everyone else was there it was 7:40. So we were already half an hour behind. Not a problem, since Julia, our travel chair, had budgeted in an extra hour of travel time for getting lost, encountering construction, etc.

So we travel south out of Appleton, towards Oshkosh, and we get on the highway. About ten minutes in, the van starts to shake and vibrate. Rachel was a little concerned, and found the van starting to get hard to drive, when all of a sudden "FOOM!!!" And the driver's side rear wheel exploded into about 12 pieces across the roadway. We had been in the left lane trying to get past some slower cars on the right when the tire blew up, so we pulled off to the left. The van that had been in front of us didn't know that anything was wrong, so they continued on their merry way. There had been one van traveling behind us, with a bunch of men inside, so they pulled over to see if they could help us out. Which was nice of them, but they had one of the earliest races that day.

So I call coach and school security, who tells us to put the spare tire on and call physical plant (which is the division of the school that handles trips for all of the clubs and teams). Rachel started trying to call them while everyone else tried to locate the spare tire underneath the brand-new Enterprise rented van. Once we pulled out the manual and figured it out it wasn't so bad, but then Coach called me back and tells me to ask the men's van to take off. Which was fine, we didn't really need their help once we found the tire and the jack.

So I jack up the car and start to loosen the nuts on the tire to get it off (using my entire body weight, I kid you not), when a state trooper pulls to the side of the road. It was sure nice of him to check on us, but I was feeling rather in control of the situation and he takes a look at the little wrench for the tire nuts that came with the jack and he runs to his car to get his tire iron. I had all of the nuts loosened already except for one, but I guess he was feeling macho or something because he decided that he had to loosen them all again anyway.

So we get the spare on (oh, did I mention it was a half-sized spare and only good under 55mph?) and head out again. Rachel had been on the phone with Physical Plant a couple of times, and they were being rather unhelpful. They decided to call the rental company who called us, except that they decided to hang up on me while they were talking. So we get to a gas station a couple of exits down the road, and decide to wait for coach to double back and get the two of us who also had early races and take us with her, while we wait for the enterprise company to call back. Well, while I was sitting in the van thinking, I decided it was worth a shot to see if the gas station had a phonebook, which they did. I called the enterprise company in Oshkosh to see if they would be any more helpful, which they were. In about 3 minutes I had a place to go get the tire changed, which was only about 10 minutes away from where we were. Since coach had been WAY ahead of us when she decided to come back and grab a couple of us, we called her and sent her back.

So we waited at the goodyear to get our tire changed for about half an hour, which at this point meant that we were already an hour and a half behind schedule. Coach called me not long after we got back on the road to say that we were going to have to scratch one of my races, the women's openweight four, because there would be no way we could get there in time. I was all right with that, because we had only rowed the boat once during practice last week, I already had another race to do, so it was fine. SO...anyway, after we get back on the road we successfully get to the Wisconsin Dells, where the regatta was supposed to take place. Except we couldn't find the race site. We ended up driving 20 minutes out of town because the directions that the trip coordinator gave us were pretty crappy. Anyway, once we finally found the race site, the novice that had been in our van had to jump out and literally run over to her boat so that the novice women's four could launch for their race. They made it to the start on time, thankfully. But as soon as the novice women were seen off, the varsity women had to grab the 8 for our race, so I didn't have time to do much except help put the boat together and take off my shoes.

Next in the cycle of fun, I find out that we're wet-launching. That means that you have to put the boat in the water and also get into the boat while you're standing thigh-deep in really, really cold water. To top it off, the water was really murky and it was the site of some abandoned train tracks, so there were a lot of sharp pieces of cement hanging out on the bottom, which made trying to walk in the water really, really uncomfortable. It was pretty obvious at this point that the organizers of this "riverfest regatta" hadn't ever been rowers.

The first 8 race was okay; the starting official didn't know what he was doing so our oarblades weren't actually in the water when he called out the start. We were neck and neck with NMU for a good while, but then the frantic pace of the first few hundred meters finally caught up to us and we settled down a bit. The rest of the race went really smoothly, even if we didn't quite catch up to NMU.
After we finish the race, wet-dock the boat and walk it the three blocks back to the team's area, coach asks our boat if one of the starboards will volunteer to row in the men's 8 (since they only had 7 men who were available to row at the race this weekend). I volunteered of course, since I'm always up for an extra race.

All that meant was that I didn't really have much time to recover, but that's all right. I just hopped right over to the men's 8 to get it ready to carry down to the launching area. There are a couple of problems when small women carry large men's boats rowed by men; mostly that I wasn't supporting the boat in any way shape or form as they were walking down to the launch area; boats are typcially carred on shoulders when transported to docks etc. for launching, and my shoulders were a good four inches lower than most of the other men's shoulders. They didn't complain about it though, which I thought was super nice. Coach put me in the bow of their boat, which is fine; I got to row behind Nate Goodson-Gregg. The only part about that race that wasn't fun was having to use men's oars; the handles are a lot bigger on men's oars than they are on women's oars, and my forearms were a bit tired by the time the race was done. The race itself was really, really fun. I've rowed in men's boats a couple of times before, but they're sooooo fast. I had a lot of fun with that.

Then as soon as we got off the water I had to help launch a couple of the other boats, and then it was time to row the women's 8 again. The second race was just a time trial, which was a lot of fun. It was a really strong, even race, and that made it feel much better. There's a guy on our team named Jake, who is a bit of an oddball. He tends to rub people the wrong way a lot, but he's an okay guy. Anyway, I would say that the majority of the women's team doesn't really care for him and our coxen told us at one point to take out our feelings towards him on our oars, and holy cow, the fastest ten strokes in that boat all day.

After the women's 8 raced for the last time, there were two more men's boats (a men's pair and the novice men's four), and the men's pair did specatcularly. They kept up with the other men's fours the entire race, which was really cool to see. After they boys got off the water, we put the boats back on the trailer and prepared to go home. One of the vans had taken off as soon as we were done with the trailer, and so they were way ahead of us. The last two vans took off shortly after the trailer and proceeded to get us lost for almost an hour. We ended up in this town called "Adams" instead of a town called "Portage." Not a total loss, because we ate subway for dinner. We found a map at a gas station not too far away, and discovered that we were a good 50 miles away from the road that we should've taken, but it was all right because if we kept following the road we were on, we'd hook up with state highway number 21, which would eventually take us to 41, just outside of Oshkosh.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, except for just outside of Oshkosh in a little town called Omro, we were driving through at 25, the speed limit, and I swear I witnessed a young guy pay for a prostitute. He had a wad of cash in his hand, and he handed it to a curly-haired lady wearing a black dress and a black cape, and then she took his hand and they got into his car. And when we passed the exit that we had stopped short of yesterday morning, we also passed a piece of our tire from that morning lying on the side of the road. A very circular day.

Dustin also had a trombone "sectional" party last night, which was extremely loud. Despite this, I slept through the whole thing except for the time when Dustin came in and woke me up to ask me if they were being too loud.

And we're all sunburnt.
An epic day, indeed.
 

April 14th, 2009

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Survey! )

Well, now that's out of the way, a commentary on life.

I was really sick this morning- I woke up last night at 12:30 and proceeded to expell the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Gross. I thought my stomach was done because I felt better, so I went back to bed and got up for practice. Then I barfed again on my way out of the building (in the common kitchen sink, eww) and so I decided that going to practice would break rule number one (no dumb shit) and I texted coach and that was fine. The rest of the day I've spent taking it easy, and I feel much better for it. I haven't accomplished anything except folding my laundry and reading through some older livejournal posts. I like to do that from time to time. It's both refreshing and reassuring.

I'm still not sure what's going to happen next year. Dustin got an assistantship at Milwaukee, but he hasn't heard back from Madison about their financial aid yet. he's also toying with the idea of taking a year off, but I think that's mostly when he's frustrated with himself and his playing. His recital is less than a month away, which means that Vails is also less than a month away. Eek.

I haven't heard back from Tufts yet about whether I got in or not. I'd like to go if I did get in because for some reason Boston is just calling my name. I won't be heartbroken if I don't get to go, but I do want to get back to the east coast within the next couple of years. If I don't get into Tufts, I'm hoping that I'll move in with Dustin somewhere, wherever he ends up. If he decides to take a year off, maybe I'll just relocate to Boston and make him come too. They certainly have good rowing there.

About rowing: After the meditation retreat I went to this weekend for class, I feel like I've finally made my peace with it. I've certainly had my successes and triumphs with it, but I've also had some of my biggest frustrations with it too. I thought that I'd done that a while ago, but sometimes I hold grudges even when I don't intend to.  I'm really excited that our first race of the season is this upcomming weekend in the Dells. We might even have the chance to eat dinner on a cruise boat, which would be really cool. I'm rowing in two boats this weekend, I think, a four and an 8. I would've been practicing in the four this morning if I hadn't been so sick. I'm really excited to get to row in a four again. I love rowing in fours. Rowing in 8s is a completely different experience, and one that I'm just not as accustomed to. Even so, I love rowing in 8s because they're so freaking fast and there's more people around to back you up.

You pick a fight with one of us and you pick a fight with all of us.

I really like being captain.

Thought for the day: "Beeee yourself." Genie, from Aladdin.
 


April 8th, 2009

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Sometimes I like to walk through the housewares department in Target to look at the beautiful things and think of what my house is going to look like.

April 7th, 2009

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As I sit here waking up, I find myself waxing philosophical about the morning. I could say eloquent things about the peacefulness of my seeming solitude, or the beauty that is to be found in the quiet around me. Although there are lights on in a few rooms that I can see, I feel rather comfortable saying that there's no one actually awake in those rooms. I can see why some people might even enjoy the mornings for these reasons. Me, I'd rather approach this early hour before the dawn from the other side of the night. Though I don't think there's been even a handful of cases since I came to school, I find that staying up extremely late and sleeping through the morning to be immensely satisfying. I read an article in Time magazine not too long ago on the sleep patterns of teens and college students. The woman who wrote the article has her PhD from some ivy league and has been studying sleep patterns since her college thesis. She hypothesized that teens and college students were prone to being up very late and sleeping in very late because it probably would've been the natural order of things back when we were not quite civilized. Older generations of people and the very young are less fit than we who are in the middle of our years, and therefore more vulnerable to harm during the dark of night when they cannot see well. Their labors are best used during the day, when they will be most comfortable in the warmth of the sun. I rather liked her hypothesis.

Despite the lack of appeal that being up this early provides to me, I still must get dressed for practice and start my day, whilst I watch the first bits of blue creep into the western sky.

April 1st, 2009

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Because Bridget said I would...again )

March 6th, 2009

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Because Kate did )

March 1st, 2009

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I just watched "The Queen." What a fantastic movie.

Someone find me an Englishman, quick. I want to shake them down and get more information.

February 23rd, 2009

An ode to Morning practice

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Sung to the tune of "I Feel Pretty"

MARIA

I feel sleepy,
Oh, so sleepy,
I feel sleepy and weepy and sad!
And I pity
Any girl who is like me me today.

I feel grumpy,
Oh, so grumpy
It's just dumpy how grumpy I feel!
And so sleepy
That I hardly can believe I'm real.

See the crazy girl on the water there:
Who can that nutty girl be?
Such a weary face,
Such a dirty shirt,
Such a cranky frown,
Such a grouchy me!

I feel ugly
And so snuggly,
Feel like going right back to my room,
For I'm cold
And I've such a wonderful bed!

GIRLS
Have you met my weird friend Steph,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock.

She thinks she's in love.
But we'll refrain.
Won't tell the truth:
She's merely insane.

It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.

Keep away from her,
She's full of woe!
This is not the
Steph we know!

Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!

MARIA
I feel sleepy,
Oh, so sleepy
That the coaches should send me back home.
A committee
Should be sent to call it off.

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
I feel dizzy,
I feel funny,
I feel dizzy and funny and off,
And so sleepy,
All the nice sheep can just resign!

GIRLS
La la la la . . .

MARIA
See the sleepy girl in the water there:

GIRLS
That water there?

MARIA
Who can that crazy girl be?

GIRLS
Which? What? Where? Whom?

MARIA
Such a sleepy face,
Such a dirty dress,
Such an ugly frown,
Such a sleepy me!

GIRLS
Such a sleepy you!

ALL
I feel like running
And running,
Feel like running away from this place
But I love it,
You horrible, addicting sport!

February 22nd, 2009

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This is really corny. You probably don't want to read it. )

February 20th, 2009

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I made a long list today of all the things in life that are bothering me right now, and the solutions I think I need to take to fix them. This was serious, serious business; it took almost four complete pages. I feel better now, I feel like I'm back on the right track, finally. I've come to some decisions that I don't really like, but decisions that had to be made anyway. I'm satisfied that I made a decision, but sometimes there is no right answer to a problem.

I've been feeling rather trapped lately, between not being certain what's going to happen after graduation, to dissatisfaction with myself in regards to rowing and academics, to other personal things. That's okay, because I feel better now, after making that list. And I'm actually going to be hungry for dinner tonight, though there's not a snowball's chance in heck that I'm actually going to eat downer food tonight. I've been wanting to try the sushi that's at the grill since it came in on Monday; I might splurge and break my $10 and get some. Though then I wouldn't have any fun money for the rest of the weekend; I am working an extra shift tomorrow though. It's easier to do that when Dustin's not here. He's in Boston again this weekend, and I wasn't handling it as well as I did two weeks ago, but I'm over it now.

I feel more like me now than I have in a couple of weeks. That's good.
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