Echo in the Void

Been trying to write a market report for most of the day. I still only have 6 of 20 sections done and it's been that way for at least two hours. AP's gonna make me do it when I get home tonite if it's not finished by then. Bleh, I thought I was done with homework!

The party this weekend went pretty well I thought. Not as many guests as our last blowout, but I think fun was had by all. It was worth it to me to see AP in a cowboy hat and my favorite quote of the nite and her reasoning for wearing it, "I look good in hats!" This even though she swore up and down (needless to say when sober) we'd never get her to wear one.

I got trapped in front of the TV for 3 hours last nite for an SVU mini-marathon. My roommates try to tell me I'm the one that's addicted, but then I find that they're the ones who put the channel on in the first place. I think AP is now just using it as an excuse to pontificate on her vast knowledge of the law (though I have to give her that in the beginning it was just us asking her questions). And once it's on you're trapped for the entire three hours because they don't break in between the end of one and the beginning of the next. It's not an addiction...but I just can't stop.

I also lost an expensive bet today. I thought my friend would get the job he interviewed for in NYC. So I bet him if he did, he would take me to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. If not, I would take him. Well, he tells me he didn't get it, which sucks. Doubly, since I can't really afford the dinner. But at least I know that with him it'll probably be another year until he gets his ass down here to visit me, so I don't need to worry about him cashing in any time soon.

It's funny, I feel like I would write on here more, and I often have the intention to. But then I read AP's friend's blogs and suddenly what I have to say doesn't seem that interesting. Blah, I guess it's just been a long day of getting not much done. Always the best time to spew your inner feelings of inferiority on your blog.

I knew that Jonathan Brandis and I were meant to be together ever since I was 12. He was my first love, and now he's gone.

AP reminded me of a story this morning and it was like a trip (down memory lane). My freshman year of college, the Prime Minister of China decided to grace MIT with his illustrious presence. In order to host such a distinctive personage, the area surrounding our school auditorium had to be secured, which included shutting down the street in front of the dormitory row. Notice was given that the front door of my dormitory would be inaccessible and the side door that was normally locked would be available. So, having completely forgotten all of this, I spent all nite doing a problem set for 6.001 (Intro to Computer Science Hell) in my friend's dorm. At 6 in the morning, just as the sun was coming up, I decided to walk home to my bed and finally get some rest. As luck would have it, this was the exact time that they were putting up roadblocks and locking down campus. I traipse the long way around my building to try to get in the front door, when I am confronted by the butch campus policewoman who refuses to allow me entry. At this point, I am tired as hell and freezing because this was around March and still wintry up in Boston. I tell her there's no one at the side door to let me in and she says she'll get the security guard to open it up. So here I go three-quarters back around the building (the short way is of course blocked off) and walk up to the door. While I stand there and wait for what seems like an interminably long time (probably about ten minutes), a row of about twenty state cops stand eyeing me suspiciously. Finally the security officer arrived and I was able to stumble off to my room, a now frozen popsicle. To this day, I still hold a grudge against all things Chinese.

My sister Molly goes to the University of Pittsburgh. Their newspaper, the Pitt News, decided at the beginning of the school year to run a series of articles on two groups of roommates, one male and one female, entitled "the Real Pitt." My sister, with her inimitable wit and charm, managed to get her suite selected as the focus of the article. And so this semester her school paper has had her every day activities catalogued for the entire school to read and enjoy. Here are a few of my favorite quotes:

And Molly doesn’t sweat school — she just sweats smacking down lippy hos.

Midterms, people. They kill brain cells. Specifically midterms like Indo-European Folk Tales, a course Molly and Jessica share. “Why is that my most stressful class?” Molly wonders. “Am I being racist if I hate foreign cultures?”

both from http://www.pittnews.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2003/10/31/3fa2c9e7664f1?in_archive=1

also,

Molly expresses the importance of the fact that President Bush isn't the only man running America, and seems to sympathize with him because he takes a significant amount of the criticism.

"I think he's cute," Molly says. "He looks huggable."

"I would never hug George Bush," Kiran deadpans.

"I think he needs a hug," Molly says with a smile.

from http://www.pittnews.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2003/10/03/3f7d861f78a2f?in_archive=1

and just for shits and giggles (or if you're particularly interested in these four young co-eds):
http://www.pittnews.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2003/09/19/3f6afff531492?in_archive=1

http://www.theonion.com/3944/news3.html

I'm so upset, I saw three Amish men using the Metro on my way to work this morning. My world is collapsing!!

I had a great weekend, I indulged in all of my favorite activities: eating chicken teriyaki, shopping, sleeping in, dressing up in a bodystocking and shaking my booty in public (horizontal stripes, my friends), and picking up guys (well, one guy). Oh and I even got some ice cream in there too.

But the funniest part would have to be the events surrounding the seduction of this new man. I ran into him at a Halloween party on Friday nite and after some oh-so-subtle overtures on my part, we decided to take off. We were headed to my place but as it turned out I had left my keys at home so we had to go back to his place instead...which was rather awkward considering it's the basement of his parents' house. So while getting in was no problem (it being the middle of the nite), extracting myself from this situation took a little more planning. I was all for climbing out the window but his plan (which ultimately won out) was to go greet his mother and tell her he had had a friend crash there because she had locked herself out of her house. Which was in fact, true. But this also involved me going upstairs (in borrowed clothes) and meeting his mother in a rather disheveled and hungover state. Talk about great first impressions, and should I ever happen to meet her again I'm sure she won't forget me as I share the same name as her only daughter. And somehow I also doubt she's so naive as to think I stayed in the guestroom...

Old talents, long forgotten: http://web.mit.edu/wgymnastics/www/98team.html

Blast from the past: http://www.pgss.mcs.cmu.edu/studentweb/eck2/