I feel like I am in an episode of the Twilight Zone. Its a terrible, boring episode. I have been lying awake in bed since about 4:45 am, after managing a slight 2 and a half hours of sleep. This doesn't really make sense seeing as how last night I was more tired than I remember being in a long time. It's a weird thing when your body aches in every single way from being worn out and lacking rejuvenation, yet your mind can't stop racing with every single thought fighting it's way into consciousness as if it needs immediate address.
Outside I heard the unmistakable, disheartening sound of cat crying. With this, I decided to get out of bed to make sure there weren't any cat/human killers lurking around. Just one of those feelings you know. As i walked towards the window, I nearly peed in my pants when the early morning quiet was suddenly disrupted by the cat screaming. I was afraid I was experiencing an animal sixth sense situation and that if I looked out the window I would have seen a zombie. I mustered up the courage to slightly peek out (being absolutely quiet in case something was there) and a disheveled black cat was outside the window- staring at me. We stared at each other for what felt like 10 minutes and, out of respect for the dead (or undead-which this ghost cat obviously was) I slowly closed the blind and walked away.
Now here I am, absolutely terrified- to be frank. I'm feeling 2 parts scared, 3 parts surreal, and 5 parts physically pained but mentally together. That being said, for all of those who live in Worcester: I'm glad you have been able to sleep through it (which I'm judging by the sheer silence outside), but there is a demonic feline outbreak currently entailing (pun intended) that I think you should all be made aware of.
I guess now is a good of time as ever to watch Helvetica. Maybe I'll make my roommates breakfast.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Long Overdue
Oh my little mignon minions! I am terribly sorry that it has been so long since I updated the blogula. Things here in the woo have been- whew! I last left you with inspirational words of puppy lust and Chels Clinton, but I am now delighted to inform you that since then I have gotten up close and personal with both love and ANOTHER Clinton! Yes, I am now playing in the big leagues! Although it is too late for (most of) you to actually change your vote, my two most recent sojourns in politics might just change your opinion of the two current democrat superstars.
If you haven't been living under a (ba)rock, you already know much about the campaigns and political premises and promises of Obama and Hills. I, however, have been living under a rock. But, I wouldn't want to discuss my opinions of universal health care, green jobs, or the war here anyway. I just really, really, really wouldn't want to provide opinion of UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE. Yes. Anyways. It all started Saturday morning when I zombied into work at 8:45a.m...
Feeling as though death would have been preferable to waking up that early on a Saturday, I was absolutely delighted when my coworker informed me that we wouldn't be holding regular classes but would instead be heading over to an Obama rally for the afternoon. Not only was I excited to be able to spend the morning sitting and staring (as opposed to the usual standing and staring), but also to learn more about Obama's campaign. People very slowly poured into Atwood- but this didn't matter. I was experiencing an alternate universe, perhaps having my second out-of-body experience (the first was when I was an arm's distance from Derek Jeter at Yankee Stadium and lost my ability to think.) For a reason that I cannot explain, when "Beautiful Day" by U2 came over the speakers- I was lost. This song had me so inspired that I immediately endorsed Barack on completely false notions. The combination of the song and the sunlight pouring through the high windows filled my body with hope- believe me, you too would have been optimistic. (See what I did there?) The next thing I knew, Duvall Patrick was walking out to the podium. I know I have been skeptical in the past, but I now know love at first site to be true. Not only was he a beautiful sight to behold (the sun rays somehow converging just over his head), but the man was perhaps the best public speaker I have ever seen. I don't remember what he said, but I remember that he said it damn well. Before I could realize it, my friend's were commenting on my Obama pin, bumper stickers and posters that I seemed to be toting around like I was on my way to drink some kool-aid with Jim Jones.
I was very "GObama!" That is, until later that day when I found out Hillary Clinton would be speaking at Clark the following Monday. My friends were absolutely, adorably (to an extent), crazy over the Hills. Ironically, I hadn't seen them that excited since the Mtv series "the hills" stopped airing new episodes. With Hill scheduled to talk at noon, Jeff decided we would arrive at 8. Monday morning I almost murdered him when he walked into my room and screamed "ITS HILLARY DAY WAKE UP! Leah and I overslept!" at 8:30. I had to go pick up a camera but jumped into the front of the line with those guys around 10:30. The next 6 or so hours were spent standing. Waiting. Hoping. Already, Obama's rally had a one-up on Hillary's. The sitting area is a very effective campaigning technique. In the crowd, I made friends with a man who told me he was an ex-Miami Dolphin's player. He later told me he actually wasn't, and still later we found out the hard way that he and his friend's were in fact "signature speculators" who get famous/influential people to sign pictures that they in-turn sell on ebay for a massive profit. There were some words exchanged after Nell heard one of his friend's referring to the informed, active, future-of-our-country, college students around him as "teeny boppers." We are very proud of Nelly. Although I was about ready to scream, faint, explode and collapse all at the same time from the 6 hours of standing and excruciatingly claustrophobic conditions of the crowd- me being at the very front- this quickly dissipated to full energy when I saw the yellow of Hillary's blazer whip around the corner! Tom Petty's "American Girl" was playing. Perfectly appropriate, a decent song, but no u2 moment-I'm sorry to say. Her rally was really only so-so, and I was extremely frustrated with the fact that she was nearly four hours late, but when Hillary spoke- I listened. There is something about Hillary Clinton (that perhaps you can only experience when she is standing just in front of you) that just feels so right. What didn't feel as right was her hand when I shook it. (YES I DID!) It was unsettlingly clammy, but with a firm shake.
Although I didn't fall in love at Hillary's rally, and though Obama's rally was generally better and more organized, the two experiences left me confused with my democratic decision. I didn't have an absentee ballot to vote, so I didn't need to make the decision on Tuesday like many of us did. Instead, I am happy to say that I am beginning to feel as though I would be happy with either of the democrat candidates making inevitably poor decisions in the oval office. Who knew I love politics! Plus, at this rate- it's only a matter of time before I'm having dinner with Bill!
Bonus!! Check out these pics with me and the other HILL BLAZERS!
If you haven't been living under a (ba)rock, you already know much about the campaigns and political premises and promises of Obama and Hills. I, however, have been living under a rock. But, I wouldn't want to discuss my opinions of universal health care, green jobs, or the war here anyway. I just really, really, really wouldn't want to provide opinion of UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE. Yes. Anyways. It all started Saturday morning when I zombied into work at 8:45a.m...
Feeling as though death would have been preferable to waking up that early on a Saturday, I was absolutely delighted when my coworker informed me that we wouldn't be holding regular classes but would instead be heading over to an Obama rally for the afternoon. Not only was I excited to be able to spend the morning sitting and staring (as opposed to the usual standing and staring), but also to learn more about Obama's campaign. People very slowly poured into Atwood- but this didn't matter. I was experiencing an alternate universe, perhaps having my second out-of-body experience (the first was when I was an arm's distance from Derek Jeter at Yankee Stadium and lost my ability to think.) For a reason that I cannot explain, when "Beautiful Day" by U2 came over the speakers- I was lost. This song had me so inspired that I immediately endorsed Barack on completely false notions. The combination of the song and the sunlight pouring through the high windows filled my body with hope- believe me, you too would have been optimistic. (See what I did there?) The next thing I knew, Duvall Patrick was walking out to the podium. I know I have been skeptical in the past, but I now know love at first site to be true. Not only was he a beautiful sight to behold (the sun rays somehow converging just over his head), but the man was perhaps the best public speaker I have ever seen. I don't remember what he said, but I remember that he said it damn well. Before I could realize it, my friend's were commenting on my Obama pin, bumper stickers and posters that I seemed to be toting around like I was on my way to drink some kool-aid with Jim Jones.
I was very "GObama!" That is, until later that day when I found out Hillary Clinton would be speaking at Clark the following Monday. My friends were absolutely, adorably (to an extent), crazy over the Hills. Ironically, I hadn't seen them that excited since the Mtv series "the hills" stopped airing new episodes. With Hill scheduled to talk at noon, Jeff decided we would arrive at 8. Monday morning I almost murdered him when he walked into my room and screamed "ITS HILLARY DAY WAKE UP! Leah and I overslept!" at 8:30. I had to go pick up a camera but jumped into the front of the line with those guys around 10:30. The next 6 or so hours were spent standing. Waiting. Hoping. Already, Obama's rally had a one-up on Hillary's. The sitting area is a very effective campaigning technique. In the crowd, I made friends with a man who told me he was an ex-Miami Dolphin's player. He later told me he actually wasn't, and still later we found out the hard way that he and his friend's were in fact "signature speculators" who get famous/influential people to sign pictures that they in-turn sell on ebay for a massive profit. There were some words exchanged after Nell heard one of his friend's referring to the informed, active, future-of-our-country, college students around him as "teeny boppers." We are very proud of Nelly. Although I was about ready to scream, faint, explode and collapse all at the same time from the 6 hours of standing and excruciatingly claustrophobic conditions of the crowd- me being at the very front- this quickly dissipated to full energy when I saw the yellow of Hillary's blazer whip around the corner! Tom Petty's "American Girl" was playing. Perfectly appropriate, a decent song, but no u2 moment-I'm sorry to say. Her rally was really only so-so, and I was extremely frustrated with the fact that she was nearly four hours late, but when Hillary spoke- I listened. There is something about Hillary Clinton (that perhaps you can only experience when she is standing just in front of you) that just feels so right. What didn't feel as right was her hand when I shook it. (YES I DID!) It was unsettlingly clammy, but with a firm shake.
Although I didn't fall in love at Hillary's rally, and though Obama's rally was generally better and more organized, the two experiences left me confused with my democratic decision. I didn't have an absentee ballot to vote, so I didn't need to make the decision on Tuesday like many of us did. Instead, I am happy to say that I am beginning to feel as though I would be happy with either of the democrat candidates making inevitably poor decisions in the oval office. Who knew I love politics! Plus, at this rate- it's only a matter of time before I'm having dinner with Bill!
Bonus!! Check out these pics with me and the other HILL BLAZERS!
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Tentative
This bloglette may or may not be deleted in the next few to several hours, but it is a two or so sentence anecdotal that I felt compelled to share with the world.
Please take this however you wish and judge me accordingly.
My most recent "romantic endeavor" (which includes not only staring from a distance, but also the occasional smile and giggle in his general direction) has been the pursuit of a man-child (whom I don't know at all) that VERY remotely resembles Michael Cera in appearance.
Last night, my friend and I worked up the courage to introduce ourselves. Within only five or so minutes, he promised that he would write my name, in urine, on the side of a car.
Whoever said that chivalry was dead?
Please take this however you wish and judge me accordingly.
My most recent "romantic endeavor" (which includes not only staring from a distance, but also the occasional smile and giggle in his general direction) has been the pursuit of a man-child (whom I don't know at all) that VERY remotely resembles Michael Cera in appearance.
Last night, my friend and I worked up the courage to introduce ourselves. Within only five or so minutes, he promised that he would write my name, in urine, on the side of a car.
Whoever said that chivalry was dead?
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