Yet again, I've been slacking, but here's a little something until I have time to piece together a semi-coherent narrative once more:
- Just returned from visiting a friend in Louisville, Kentucky, and I have been instructed to tell the rest of the world that this cool little city is not filled with country bumpkins ignorant of modern conveniences and culture. The rents are cheap, the restaurants are amazing and my liver is recovering from the consumption of (too many) fine wines. If only they could do something about the humidity. And the lack of Trader Joe's.
- I got a 97 on the stats midterm I took last week. Alas, since this feat was the result of my skills in the fine art of cramming, I could not for the life of me explain any of the formulas that I knew by heart last week. My exam was done at about 8:45pm, and by 9, those suckers were gone.
- Anyone who complains about Harry Potter ,book 7, is just a hater and should be ignored. Or flogged, your choice.
- I went to see Snow Patrol at the Greek Theatre last night. After watching his performance on the big screens alongside the stage, I'm partially convinced that the lead singer has Tourette's, or perhaps a neuromuscular disorder. Granted, he is a white boy, but that does not excuse what I can only assume were his attempts at dancing. Fortunately for those of us in the audience, the boy can sing (and with an Irish accent, no less), so all is forgiven.
- Philosophical debate of the day: is it better to remain ignorant of a situation, always wondering 'what if'? Or better to find out the truth, but only after it's too late to change anything about it? I can't decide either.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
if they gave medals in procrastination...
I was reminded today that I have been woefully remiss in keeping up with my postings of late, so here's some random commentary from the past few weeks:
- Psychological statistics is a deathly boring topic. I'm taking it at UCLA this quarter and have to keep reminding myself that this is the last prerequisite course that I need in order to start applying to PsyD programs this fall. I have my first exam tomorrow night and my brain is awash in formulas, all of which I keep mixing up. Prayer would be a good option except that I'm agnostic. Perhaps I should sacrifice a chicken?
- Fashion retailers hate the average American woman. It's the only conclusion I can arrive at after spending a chunk of this (overly warm) afternoon looking for the perfect little sundress that I can wear with flip-flops. Hell, I would have settled for a merely adequate sundress. Instead I came across a plethora of fall clothing but very little that could actually be worn now without suffering heatstroke. Another thing I've noticed about sale racks; there's often a good reason why these items never sold at full price. I tried on one dress where I seriously couldn't tell which side was the front and which was the back. I've decided that any item of clothing that requires an instruction manual should stay on the sale rack and out of my closet; I'm disoriented enough in the morning.
- Being single is seriously boring.
- My current area of internal debate (because lord knows I can't go more than a day or two without fretting over something) is regarding where I should move next. I'm more or less done with LA and am planning on moving before the end of the year; the question is where. My two top possibilities are San Francisco (or somewhere in the Bay area), and Boston. My big fear about moving back to Massachusetts, my home until age 21, is that I will regress back to my youthful self (i.e. dorky and rampantly insecure) and will end up adopting 5 more cats, gaining 50 pounds and becoming a cranky spinster. Not to mention freezing to death (LA has its faults, but the weather does kick ass). But some days I just feel like going home.
- For once in my life, I may actually have stumbled across a cool band before they become popular (so now I can be one of those annoying types who says, "Well, I liked them back BEFORE they became huge..."). The band in question is Scouting for Girls and I have a flaming crush on the lead singer, who is probably all of 20 years old. But who cares? He's British; that makes up for all kinds of flaws. I've only heard them on a local indie radio station once, but you can see them on MySpace ( http://www.myspace.com/scoutingforgirls ). Watch their video for "It's Not About You"; that's my favorite song so far. And no drooling over Roy, he's mine.
- Only 6 days left until Harry Potter book 7! Thank god it comes out after this test, otherwise I'd be completely doomed.
- Have I mentioned how godawful boring statistics is? It bears repeating.
- Psychological statistics is a deathly boring topic. I'm taking it at UCLA this quarter and have to keep reminding myself that this is the last prerequisite course that I need in order to start applying to PsyD programs this fall. I have my first exam tomorrow night and my brain is awash in formulas, all of which I keep mixing up. Prayer would be a good option except that I'm agnostic. Perhaps I should sacrifice a chicken?
- Fashion retailers hate the average American woman. It's the only conclusion I can arrive at after spending a chunk of this (overly warm) afternoon looking for the perfect little sundress that I can wear with flip-flops. Hell, I would have settled for a merely adequate sundress. Instead I came across a plethora of fall clothing but very little that could actually be worn now without suffering heatstroke. Another thing I've noticed about sale racks; there's often a good reason why these items never sold at full price. I tried on one dress where I seriously couldn't tell which side was the front and which was the back. I've decided that any item of clothing that requires an instruction manual should stay on the sale rack and out of my closet; I'm disoriented enough in the morning.
- Being single is seriously boring.
- My current area of internal debate (because lord knows I can't go more than a day or two without fretting over something) is regarding where I should move next. I'm more or less done with LA and am planning on moving before the end of the year; the question is where. My two top possibilities are San Francisco (or somewhere in the Bay area), and Boston. My big fear about moving back to Massachusetts, my home until age 21, is that I will regress back to my youthful self (i.e. dorky and rampantly insecure) and will end up adopting 5 more cats, gaining 50 pounds and becoming a cranky spinster. Not to mention freezing to death (LA has its faults, but the weather does kick ass). But some days I just feel like going home.
- For once in my life, I may actually have stumbled across a cool band before they become popular (so now I can be one of those annoying types who says, "Well, I liked them back BEFORE they became huge..."). The band in question is Scouting for Girls and I have a flaming crush on the lead singer, who is probably all of 20 years old. But who cares? He's British; that makes up for all kinds of flaws. I've only heard them on a local indie radio station once, but you can see them on MySpace ( http://www.myspace.com/scoutingforgirls ). Watch their video for "It's Not About You"; that's my favorite song so far. And no drooling over Roy, he's mine.
- Only 6 days left until Harry Potter book 7! Thank god it comes out after this test, otherwise I'd be completely doomed.
- Have I mentioned how godawful boring statistics is? It bears repeating.
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