"My essay was like a stream of consciousness. But my stream of consciousness is more like an irrigation project."
— Cole
"Mick Jagger isn’t even cute…?"
— Alli, after hearing Ke$ha lyric about guys needing to look like Mick Jagger
Whoever said you can’t buy happiness…
wasn’t thinking about puppies.
I’m home for the weekend and it’s pretty sweet. The puppies are ADORABLE. I can’t stop raving about them. Cocoa is the sweetest mama dog in the world. We have to separate her from the babies because her calcium count is half of what it should be, and it breaks my heart to hear her crying… because she can’t get to her babies =( Also heartbreaking: Big Game.
So I’m driving back to campus tonight and flying to Vancouver on Monday morning! SO excited. I don’t really feel like I’ve done anything to deserve this trip, but I might as well just do it on a whim while I have (some) money, haha. I get to visit Wesley and Joyce!! Finally! Though I feel bad about not spending this Thanksgiving at home with the rest of my family.
Ha
On Phi Psi’s Spesh D:
Charlton: It’s on Friday the 13th, so dress up as something unlucky.
Me: Okay
Charlton: How about you and Frank be a ladder? You can be the ladder and Frank can be the person walking under it. Oh but then you’d have to wear pants.
Me: …
Charlton: Never mind
"Oh, so that’s how you spell it?? But it looks like ‘bah log na’"
— Siobhan, on ‘baloney’ which is correctly spelled ‘bologna’
My dog is super pregnant and it’s freaking me out
I’m back at home in Rio Vista for a few days because I haven’t been back since July/August (thank you, summer school). I love it. Plus I hadn’t caught up with Shannon since the summer, either. <3 I love how we can be apart and not talk for weeks at a time, but come back home and act like we saw each other yesterday. If some things never change, I hope that’s one of them. Romy and Michele’s high school reunion… that’ll be us! Except I’m not blonde.
My dog Cocoa is about to have puppies any day now. It’s weird because a dog’s pregnancy cycle only lasts 63 days, and I’d only heard about it through my family, so I had no idea what she’d look like. Poor girl! She looks exhausted and miserable. It makes me not want to have kids myself. I told my mom that and she looked upset.
Naturally, though, my mom’s really excited. I’m pretty sure it’s because all of her human kids are getting old so she has to replace us with puppies. I’m glad I came home because when I’m caught up in my own stuff all the time, it’s easy to forget about all the stuff my parents do for me. I’m ridiculously lucky for them.
Anyway, Coco is going to have at least 6 puppies. I want to name one Pecan Praline and another one Oreo Cookie. Or Toffee Almond? Mint chip? Pumpkin spice? Kahlua? Couldn’t really go for pizza toppings so I’m going for names after sweets.
So because my car is stupid, it looks like I won’t be on campus for Halloween. But it’s cool, it’ll be fun wherever I end up later. Costume idea list: Bob Plummer (if I were on campus, so people could actually get it), Lady GaGa (I wish), Christmas tree (wrong holiday but that’s okay), Cabbage Patch Kid (a la Oxford), cow (easiest. and weirdest, aside from Bob Plummer), beefeater (not intimidating enough).
Stuff from today:
My midget FML moment: Tall dude walks right into me and his dining hall tray hits me right in the head. “Oh sorry, I didn’t even see you there… haha… hahaha”
I’m really, really, really going to miss the seniors after this year.
I also woke up to my roommate pointing a camera directly at my face. She could probably blackmail me with that photo.
Vonn: “You guys get along so well”
Allison: “That’s because we’re both psychotic”
Couldn’t be truer.
"Wait, I didn’t even get it and I’m explaining it to Charlton"
— Frank, on Bob Plummer’s pre-midterm joke
Just in case
I opened up this page over the summer, mainly because Shruti had one and I wanted a place to keep all of our favorite quotes.
Anyway, you can see from my single recorded quote that I’ve utilized this thing well… not. I guess I’ve never been good at journaling, so old habits die hard. I started my first journal in grade school, but that was forced by my mother to improve my writing ability. And I wrote the same thing every day: “Dear journal, Iwenttoschooltodayitwasfunbye!” I thought it was stupid to write about my life when I could just go live it.
Today, though, I found my Xanga (hahahaha… yeah. I had one) blog from the 7th grade. It was big at the time and, wanting to be cool just like the rest of my friends, had started one. Decked out in purple HTML stars and Aaliyah background music. I thought I had deleted it, but I guess it had just been sitting there for 8 years.
It was a trip reading through the old entries, mostly because of how ridiculous I was when I was 12 and how epic I already thought my life was. It made me sad, too. It’s weirdly beautiful, in a way; the 12-year-old me was open and frank in a way that 20-year-old me could never be now. It didn’t matter what the topic was— school, friends, family, being “that age”, religion, the future, the meaning of life, the meaning of anything, what I was going to do in the next hour, what I wanted to do in the next five minutes. I think I had more time to just think then, and it didn’t have to be about anything in particular. Just seeing things the way I saw them, and telling it as it was for me. Life gets complicated. We get complicated. Hell, I can be pretty damn complicated. But sometimes it is what it is, and it’s okay to recognize that.
Pure reflection, without the self-censoring and self-judgment. I miss that.
I don’t intend on this being a regular habit. I am not a regular blogging-type and never will be, and I’ll probably throw something here about once a year (if I’m lucky). I’m also a pretty terrible writer. But that being said, I’m going to keep this up because I’ll have a place to lay it all out. I might come back to this years from now and be especially glad for it. If you ever stumble upon this, it’ll probably be a sparse, messy collection of quotidian bits, but the substance lies in the details, and I hope you can appreciate it.
