Saturday, September 28

 
so, being on duty during the weekend is the WORST THING OF MY LIFE. this is my first friday night sacrificed to the gods of reslife and i am going insane. on the first night of freedom after my fulbright app is in, all of my friends are out doing cool things - karaoke, new york, scrabble, for the love of god - and i'm stuck here praying the duty pager will go off and i can help some puke-stained freshman make it to her room just so i can have something to do. literally, going insane. maybe i should start drinking.

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good thing about dorms: instant oatmeal bought with dining dollars.
bad thing about dorms: living in constant fear of dropping my room keys in the toilet.

posted by from shannon at 2:57 AM

Thursday, September 26

 
sacramento is north of san francisco? did anybody else know that? it's like i have no concept of geography.

21.5 hours to freedom (YES).
posted by from shannon at 7:30 PM

 
it's sad when the best thing you have to look forward to all night is quaker instant oatmeal express.

and now even that's done with.

40 hours to freedom...
posted by from shannon at 12:49 AM

 
to my friend ben: does this count?



posted by from shannon at 12:15 AM

Wednesday, September 25

 
random...

there is a flier posted on a bulletin board by my italian class that never fails to make me laugh. it's for one of our christian clubs on campus, and some heathen has scrawled a one-line addition to it, so that it now reads:

real people... real love... real god... real cheese!

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my car got broken into this weekend. i have a few things to say on the subject:

1. there are few words more unpleasant to hear from your friend than, "uh, was your window always broken?"
2. thank god for older brothers. i instantly fell into this calm sort of stupor in which i had no rational idea for what to do next. when neither of my parents answered their phones to tell me what to do, i had a near panic as i pictured myself waiting in the car for hours, absolutely cluessless. thankfully matt came through like a champ, instructing me and sweetly dealing with the stupidity of such questions as, "so, wait, i can't take it to palm springs like this?"
3. there are few words more unpleasant to hear from your campus police officer than, "oh, yeah, i would never park in this structure. people's cars get broken into all the time!" (my response: "then why the hell don't you do something about it?")
4. to whoever violated my car: first, you are an idiot because you broke into a fucking grand am and got away with absolutely nothing of value. second, you are also a complete bastard for taking my spare key in the process so that i now have to change the locks on my car door. well, let me tell you something: i have friends in high places. my best friend's father is an agent of the lord! so i'll see you in hell.
5. god bless my father. in his attempts to cheer me up after delivering the news that we'd have to go through with a (costly) rekeying of sam the grand am, he exclaimed, "yeah, but you'll have two keys - one for the ignition and one for the doors! it'll be like living in the past!"

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speaking of going back in time, i got a phone call yesterday afternoon in which the caller identified himself by what sounded like, "hey, it's biff." in one of my moment's of disconnection from reality, i thought: oh my god, my prayers have been answered! i'm being whisked away to the world of back to the future! i had about one blissful second of picturing myself on marty's arm at the under the sea dance before the caller cleared his throat and identified himself as ben, my friend from the ho-hum world of usc.

crap.

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44 hours until freedom.
posted by from shannon at 9:08 PM

Monday, September 23

 
this is a post i took down for fear of losing my ra-ship the other day, but i'm reposting it with the statement that i enjoy all cultures of people, including loud chinese:

i can't work. some loud asians at the coffee shop below my window are having some sort of sponsored epileptic fit. apparently today is some major holiday or something.

note someone wrote on my whiteboard: happy mooncake day!
me: what the fuck?

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in response to that hostile blog, my good friend lindy sent me the following:

MOON CAKE DAY
a Chinese folktale told by Yi Qing Ma

It is long ago in China. A man gives his wife a cake, telling her to wait until he returns from a long trip before she eats it. She cannot wait. As soon as she
has taken one bite, she flies to the moon. The husband invents Moon Cake Day in memory of her. Moon cake day has now become a national Chinese holiday accompanied
by the giving of mooncakes and ritual Chinese dancing and celebration.

me (again): what the fuck?

posted by from shannon at 9:57 AM