| | | | | | Wednesday, October 24, 2007 |
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| | Dear Internet,
For some reason I cannot connect from my house to my internet provider's servers... meaning I have no internet and I don't know why (hopefully it's the weather or something). So I don't know when I'll be around next. Hopefully this won't last long. Anyway, they're going to kick me out of the student union soon, so I should go.
Love you all
(well most of all of you. Not you, I can't stand you)
Amber
posted by Amber at 11:43 PM
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| | | | | | Saturday, October 20, 2007 |
Grad Student Mixer
| | Tonight I went with Sterling to a Grad Student Mixer. Which sounds like a silly name (I imagine that it's in the 1950s and that sweater sets and crinoline is where it's at), but what it was was, hey guys lets all go meet up at a bar and drink... togetherish. Brittany, Tai, Nathan (short), Nathan (tall), Matt (one of many but the only representative tonight), and a bunch of other people I don't really know showed up at the Streets of London. The streets of London is a pub, where the outdoors is right next to a really tall building so all of the smoke sits upon you like a fog. But, I had a really good time. I suck -hard- at foozeball but I had fun nevertheless. I got invited to a Halloween party next week (may be taking Sterling to that as well), which could be good times. It's sort of fun to trace back the romantic -non- entanglements that are happening (read: lots of pining). Are you ready? Okay: Britanny likes Nathan (short), who maybe interested in her but is getting over Shannon (who went back to her ex), but both Matt and Tai like Brittany (although Tai is severely put off by Brittany's smoking). I myself am interested in Tristan who may (but probably doesn't) like me, and perhaps Nathan (tall), whom I don't know well (or at all), who is hosting the party I'm going to next week (to make all this fun Nathan and Nathan live together). Did you get all that? Luckily none of this is actual -drama- so much as junior-high style gossip. It's what keeps things interesting.
Sterling felt ill so we left around elevenish, and then spent about forty minutes trying to find the car, but we found it (once I remembered that although I got off on the J street exit I didn't turn west until Capitol, meaning that my two streets north thing put us on J not H street). We came back here and hung out for a while, which was cool. He about fell asleep on the chair and a half, and is as I type on his way home (and hopefully not asleep/dead in a ditch off the highway). Well I'm crashing for the night.
posted by Amber at 1:50 AM
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| | ...Okay, I'm going to blame the whole "sleeping through the day" thing for my emotions today.
I've been all over the map. Ed introduced me (not officially) to Questionable Content and yesterday I sat down and read the first three hundred strips, and that was good. Then today after waking up, I read the next six hundred and 70. And... I about -died-. You see, I fell in love with these characters, or rather I fell in love with Marten and Faye, and then at 500 their turning point, I started crying. Like these were real people. As I caught up on the last one hundred, I talked to Ed about the whole series (Faye needs to get it together so that she and Marten can get together, it's that simple. Although Dora wouldn't agree with me, but whatever), and he helped me through my emotional overload. But seriously, I need to get it together.
Also, it might be the Radiohead. I love Radiohead but sometimes they make me sad. And I was sad today, and I checked a calendar to prove it was a funk that could not be attributed to hormones. So I downloaded Don't Phunk with my Heart by the Black Eyed Peas because Gary was playing it at three am this morning, and it sort of hilarious to watch both of us rock out to it. I mean, I'm me, and Gary is a 24 year portly man with bright green hair and lennon glasses. You might as well stamp 'white' on our heads. We should not be gettin' down, but there you are. And that helped.
posted by Amber at 9:17 PM
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| | Oh man, that was the suck.
I worked an overnight. And my last overnight experience was fun, if very tiring. This was not the same at all. There were only five of us, and Tracy left me to do all the kids stuff by myself. I got a lot done, but it was depressing and SO EXHAUSTING. I feel like someone beat me up, through my feet, like the gravity was gettin' me down. I want to curl up in a sock drawer and sleep for days.
On the upside, the new Radiohead album... is awesome. I've been singing 15 steps pretty much everywhere I go. The only problem is that Radiohead songs are sort of awful to sing along with (the lyrics are nonsensical and all most all of the delivery rests in Mr. York's voice, which I do not have), meaning to sing along to a song in your head makes everyone else think you're deranged and wailing like a cat (man, -you- try singing Idiotique, go on, I'll wait).
How come I end up where I started
How come I end up where I went wrong
Don't take your eyes off the ball again
You reel me out then you cut the string
posted by Amber at 7:45 AM
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| | | | | | Tuesday, October 09, 2007 |
Sterling's 24th
| | So, Sterling is twenty four today (just barely, he was actually born at six something in the morning). After a very long day at internship/school I drove over to Davis and we hung out. We went out for pizza and then watched a movie (Say Anything, which I bought for him because in many ways he is Lloyd Dobbler). It was a really nice night, I'm really glad he let me do this for him (last year didn't want me to do anything for him at all, had to talk him into Vietnamese for lunch). I -like- birthdays and celebrating birthdays, especially with a friend that I care about (hey Ed! Next June is going to rock!), because every birthday together is a moment in which I can remember all the good times we have had together and then hope for more to come (hope so hard, because all of my friends mean -so- much to me. I don't make friends easily, but when I do I give them my all).
Yeah, I could talk more, because I think I have more to say, but I woke up at seven forty Monday morning and haven't had a moment's downtime since. I think I'm going to take a bath then go to bed.
Good night internet.
posted by Amber at 1:04 AM
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| | | | | | Tuesday, October 02, 2007 |
Modern Dentistry
| | I just came back from the dentist.
I had four cavities filled today, which... sucked. But my dentist is a very nice man, very concerned about my being okay. I am not afraid of needles, but getting my teeth drilled is kind of awful for me, because of the combination of sound and smell. That awful noise, like someone trying to find a station on an old radio (I kept expecting to hear a tinny voice come out of my mouth "Space control? Space control come in this is Moon Base Delta"). And the smell, of burning (knowing I'm breathing teeth dust doesn't help) awfulness. Really it's everything I can do to keep from going into a panic attack in the chair. The dentist's office is one of the few places where I really -don't- want to know what's going on (usually I want to know everything so as to not make things so scary. But I'm pretty sure knowing more about what's going on would make my anxieties worse. If you don't believe me, take a good look at the instruments they use, then think about whether or not you want to know why he needs 5 different kinds of drill bits), so I spent an hour and a half with my eyes closed mentally singing musical numbers REALLY loudly.
Whirrrrrrr
(I am the very model of a modern major general, I've information veg-e-ta-ble animal and)
WHIIRRRRRRRRrrRRRrrRRRrrrrr(Mineral I Know the Kings of England And I Quote the Fights Historical)WHIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR(FROM MARATHON TO WATERLOO IN ORDER CATEGORICAL!)
If it hadn't been you know, awful, it would have been hilarious.
I go back in three weeks to get the other side of my mouth done. Oh frabjuous day.
posted by Amber at 1:13 PM
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