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Memey Memey Meme Meme

as taken from http://www.kateinglis.com/blog/2009/10/13/the-dread-crew-meme-stories-that-stick.html

1)  You are facing an epic journey. You may choose one companion, one tool and one vehicle from any book or film to accompany you. Or just one of the three. It's up to you. What do you choose?

Obviously I'd be taking Don Quixote, the Mithril shirt that Bilbo gave to Frodo, and the Batmobile.

2)  You can escape to the insides of any book. Where do you go, and why?

Okay, I know it makes me unoriginal, but I would go to Hogwarts. Must I really answer why? Isn't it obvious? Um, it's Hogwarts. The end.

3)  You can bring one literary character into your current life. Who do you choose, and why?

Ooh. This one's difficult. Probably one of the creatures from Narnia. I'm not sure which, though. Mr. Tumnus? Beaver? Reepicheep? It's a tough one. They're all valiant, and animals (okay Mr. Tumnus is part-animal but you get my drift), and can talk.

4)  _________________ is my go-to book. I could read that book fifty-seven times in a row without a break for food or a pee and not be remotely bored. In fact I’ve already done that but it wasn’t fifty-seven times. It was sixty-four.

The Harry Potter series. Again, I know, it's unoriginal. But it's my favorite. Also on my list: the Protector of the Small series, and His Dark Materials. But I've read each Harry Potter book more times than I can count.

5)  Of all the literary or film characters that made an impression on you as a kid, who was the most enviable?

Aladdin. He got the cutest princess in the end, and he got to make friends with a genie and have that whole rags-to-riches improbability. Definitely enviable.

6)  Of all the literary or film characters that made an impression on you as a kid, who was the most frightening?

Jesus. Can we count him as a literary character? He's in the Bible...he terrified me as a child. My parents didn't teach me exactly who he was, so I wasn't really sure, but pictures of him really scared me. Plus I think my parents frowned on Christianity in general. Anyway, yeah. He seemed scary to me.

7)  Every time I read _________________, I see something in it that I haven’t seen before.

His Dark Materials. The symbolism! Oh! It's beautiful.

8)  It is imperative that _________________ be made into a movie. Now. I am already picketing Hollywood for this—but if they cast _________________ as _________________, I will not be happy. I will, however, be appeased if they cast _________________.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies/Angelina Jolie/Elizabeth Bennet/Keira Knightley

9)  _________________ is a book that should never be made (or should have never been made) into a film.

The Elegance of the Hedgehog. I have a feeling that they're going to try to movieafy it, and this will disappoint me, because there is no way you can take the beauty that is this novel and shove it into a 2-hour movie. The beauty is in the words!

10)  After all these years, the _________________ scene in the book/movie _________________ still manages to give me the queebs.

scene where Harry buries Dobby/Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. as long as "give me the queebs" means "make me sob like a small child." seriously.

11)  After all these years, the _________________ scene in the book/movie _________________ still manages to give me a thrill.

tilting/Protector of the Small-Squire

12)  If I could corner the author _________________, here’s what I’d say to them one minute or less about their book, _________________:

Stephanie Myers/Twilight Series: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!

13)  The coolest non-fiction book I’ve ever read is _________________. Every time I flip through it, it makes me want to _________________.

Amazing Grace by Kozol/cry. It's not so much cool as deeply depressing, but I feel that it's a very important read.


There is no Ally; only Zuul.

Yeah...it was the alien.


I have a rash on my arm. It started out as a really small welt, but it grew. Like it was tiny when I first noticed it yesterday, and five minutes later it had expanded to 3 times its size when I originally noticed it, and now it's this huge raised red patch on my forearm. I'm not sure if forearm is the right word. I don't actually know where one's forearm is located. But I imagine that my forearm is located where this rash is. You know, between the hand and the elbow. Is that the forearm? Who cares?

Anyway, I've decided that this probably means I'm dying. There are two more rash-like areas that I found today; one on my neck and one just under my collarbone. So in all likelihood it's either MRSA or parasitic aliens. I'm gonna go with the aliens theory, because that is SO much cooler than MRSA.

...okay I just did a Google image search for MRSA. a little tip? don't. unless you want to lose your lunch. Also? it's decidedly NOT MRSA. or if it is, it's a REALLY early stage of MRSA. Which only strengthens my theory that it's an alien parasite.

Unless it's like that thing in the Andromeda strain where you'd THINK it's an alien disease but REALLY it's a human-made illness even though the actual origin of the illness is never revealed because it's a stupid grandfather paradox and THAT MINISERIES WAS STUPID. I mean honestly...as a general rule, never end your work of fiction with a DUMBASS ending like that.

In conclusion, if I start acting differently soon, you should probably contact the authorities, because it's probably the alien taking over.


Ow ow ow ow ow.



I don't wanna be a girl anymore. I'm switching. Ow.

Bizarre Music

I've realized recently that I have a pattern. Whenever I intensely dislike a musical artist, but know someone particularly cool or knowledgable about music who likes this musical artist, I will spend a very long time listening to this music and trying to figure out what the appeal is.  Generally after spending this large amount of time listening to it, I'll end up liking it very much.  I'm not certain if this is because of the people I like who like the music or if it's that I've invested so much time listening to it that I have to like it, or if I just end up going to appreciate it, but for some reason, this is my patter.  Awhile ago, the musician was Joanna Newsom.  Her voice seemed grating to me; it was almost painful to listen to her sing. Now I really enjoy her.  More recently, it was Wolf Parade. I've heard the song I'll Believe in Anything a lot.  It was actually introduced to me by an American girl who I lived with in Ghana, but I had only heard her singing it.  Maybe it was the shock of hearing the actual recording for the first time, and it being so vastly different than what I had imagined that I can't even describe it...and maybe it's the way that I feel like they're almost chanting rather than singing, but I couldn't STAND the song for the longest time.  Today I listened to it, like, ten times in a row, though.  Aaaand then I downloaded it on Itunes.  Because I've decided that it rocks.

...that is all.


NYC, here I come!

Well, my time at Via is now quite over.  My family and I moved most of my stuff into my new apartment this past Monday, and I've packed the rest of it up. Tomorrow I make the official move to New York!  ...and I think I'm going to vomit. I can't tell if I'm more nervous or excited.  I'm excited for school, and New York, and I guess I'm excited to be meeting new people, and doing my internship, but I'm nervous that I'm going to be terribly lonely and that it'll turn out that I'm way too stupid for Columbia and...blah.  I suppose I'm just full of self-doubt.  I mean, if the professors at Columbia didn't think I was smart enough based on my application, they wouldn't have accepted me, right? RIGHT??  And there must be SOME people in all of Manhattan that I'll meet and enjoy and end up spending time with! I hope I hope. Gahh, this is scary. I'm like the last person in the world to actually be leaving home for school, but I'm still terrified.

Oh well. If not now, when? *takes the plunge*

Eager beaver

No idea where that expression comes from, but I am one. On an unrelated note, where on earth does the expression "bully for you" come from? I've tried googling it to no end, which vexes me so...

Anyway, the whole point of my subject line...as August draws nearer and nearer I'm getting more and more anxious for it to arrive. I've started work at Via...week numero tres started today, and today was the first day of the real camp, aka my first day of not training, and already I kinda feel like I just want it to be over. The job's actually a lot of fun...I'm just not satisfied. Most jobs that I've had have been, like, this big deal, until I actually start them, and then half-way in they've felt small-time. Like I wanna do bigger things. Not better things...the CVC was amazing, and I felt useful there and like I was doing a lot of good...but bigger.  Which is why I'm going into policy practice rather than clinical work: you just can't affect as much change working with people one-on-one.

I've veered off-track of what I meant to talk about. Which is that I just wanna get going.  I want my program to start. I want to officially be able to call myself a graduate student and to know how difficult Columbia is going to be, because I'm a bit scared, and I want to see my crappy, expensive dorm room and eat ramen and know that if I were a bit richer I'd be able to get freaking awesome sushi a block from my place.  And I want to be in New York. I'm not especially looking forward to not seeing my parents for months on end, and I'm definitely not looking forward to being far from Boy, but I just feel like I'm ready to move on. But I'm stuck. For another month and a half. Working. Blahhhh.

I think another big part of it is that I'm feeling kind of friendless.  I don't suffer from a lack of friends...but I certainly have a lack of friends whose schedules mesh with mine and who want to hang out with me at random times and who will actually pick up a freaking phone to do so. And, oh yeah, I definitely have a lack of friends who want to be bored by my complete lack of cash and therefore unwillingness to do anything cool.  Of course Boy is around all the time and such, and don't get me wrong; I wouldn't have it any other way, but I just need some friend time sometimes. Ya know? You know.


Gradumanated and everything's good

Well, lj people, I graduated exactly one week ago, which feels very nice. I start Columbia August 3, which is an early start because I'm going through a one-month bridge program thingy to get me up to speed with the second years (even though they've only been doing this stuff for one year and I've been doing it for four. whatevz). Apparently the bridge program is mostly learning the DSM IV, which I don't really think will be that necessary for me, seeing as how I'm going into policy rather than clinical, but my Cedar Crest professors all seemed to think that learning the DSM would be a good idea, even for policy students, so perhaps it'll be good. At least I'll be spending an entire month with just advanced standing students...hopefully I'll meet some people that I'll like. It's very odd, to be getting a Master's in one year, in a new city. I don't feel like I'll have the time to meet new people in just a year, but that'd make for a pretty lonely year. Heh.

Anyway, so there's New York in August, and I start my new job on Tuesday! It's with Via of the Lehigh Valley. Should be a good time. It's technically a part-time job, at 35 hours a week (M-F, 8:30-3:30). I should have plenty of time to chill out and I'll have full weekends available. I just hope that the job itself doesn't tire me out too much. Via's located in Bethlehem, so that means I'll be driving out to there every day, which has its good and bad. Good because I absolutely love Bethlehem...bad because it's a pretty long drive to be making daily with a car whose gas milage has been getting worse, I fear...

Now comes my final part of my post: the one where I inquire...why the fuck are there so many Russians subscribing to my journal? Could you, like, stop? I know you're spamming, although I don't know how or why, and I really doubt that you can even read what I'm posting. Has anyone else had this problem? It's a little silly.

Have not posted in awhile...

I really wanted to post in Costa Rica, but I didn't have too much to say. Christmas passed interestingly...it was lonely, but I gave my Nintendo DS and 3 games (one of which I bought in San Jose) to my family, which was quite well-received. Went to Las Fiestas two times...rode some pretty awesome carnival rides which surely would be illegal in the US because they were PAINFUL...went camping with my family on a GORGEOUS beach for 4 days, and did a lot of volunteering and learning. That's pretty much it.

Anyway, that's not the reason I had for posting today. I am posting now in order to pay tribute to my beautiful car, Shane, who I feel needs this tribute, because she's been bruised, battered and beaten more than any other car I know this past year. Last February, a tree branch fell on her and crushed her hood. Her alternator broke and needed repair, which we confused with her battery being dead, which we replaced. Her check engine and check oil lights have flashed, requiring new parts. And yesterday, she experienced her first hit and run. Yes, that's right, she was just sitting there innocently in the Farr Lot in Allentown while I was at work, and when I broght her home, her hood was smashed in (my mother noticed, not me, because it was on the passenger side). It looked like a kind of reverse dent, so I brought it to my mechanic, who noticed that the front lights were also smashed in, and told me that Shane had been backed into. There was no note. There are no cameras in the lot. Some asshole has cost me $200.

So, to the butthead who HIT MY CAR AND DIDN'T LEAVE A NOTE, here is a big screw you. I hope your car is new and shiny and that you're not paying for insurance and that you experience Carma and that you end up with a much larger hit and run that totals your car and that you can't end up paying for it and that you'll have to walk for the rest of your days. And that you'll still have to make payments on it for 10 years, because it's just THAT expensive. Course, normal Karma might suffice. May you be a maggot in your next life. Jerk.


¡Saludos desde Costa Rica!

Hey there. Costa Rica is beautiful. W00t. That's all I have time for.

PS. Costa Rican keyboards suck. I have to backspace every other letter...