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I got about 9 hours of sleep last night.

However, I did not get my lunch with Terry, as he had some family emergency (what else is new?). He said we'll talk some time this week, and it occurred to me later that I don't actually have day plans for next Saturday, so in theory I could come out again. (I could take the train out Saturday morning, have lunch with him, spend the afternoon with my parents or reading a book or something, go with my mom to Susan's seder, and then take the train home from Brookline Village.)

My mom offered to take me to lunch, so we (my mom and my dad and I) went to Taso's -- this Greek place by Norwood Airport. 'Twas good. I had mozzarella sticks appetizers and spanikopita which was one big wrap. I actually ended up taking some leftovers to go -- so we definitely didn't get dessert (baklava, Richardson's ice cream, etc.). Sadness. My mom suggested it as an option for my and my brother's birthday celebration this summer.

Lunch was so quiet. Friday, Cailin and a bunch of us FA's went to Border Cafe, and I always forget how noisy that place is, plus of course with five people there were multiple conversations going on. Whereas this place wasn't jampacked and all the people who were there were subdued, and my parents and I aren't compulsively chatty.

I had expected it to be cool and rainy and suspected my choice to pack a t-shirt ("Smith College: A Tradition Of Women In Exciting Positions") was ill-advised, but the whole time I was in Norwood I had my sweatshirt tired around my waist. Warm weather often makes me wary ('cause hot and humid weather makes me miserable, so warm weather indicates to me a prelude to that), but I did have moments of that sense of there being an alive-ness in the air, and I can see how that's appealing to people. (Yes I was totally a bit envious when I kept hearing about the Midwest or wherever getting all this snow these past couple weeks.)

There were dark clouds when I left my parents' house, and walking home, I saw rain drops falling ahead of me. For a bit it actually felt like I was traveling "between" the raindrops. I puttered on the computer for about a half an hour after I got home, and when I went to the laundromat there was sunny blue sky with white clouds. When I went to the grocery store while my clothes were in the dryer, it started raining a little bit, and when I walked home it started really raining hard -- I think it really did increase in intensity as I left the parking lot . . . and began petering out even before I got home (so we're talking like three minutes of heavy rain). Oh summer thunderstorms.

It was so good to see Jessie at Layna's party :) We cuddle piled on the couch with Cat and Sylvia during Apples to Apples.
There was some conversation during one of the rounds that kept escalating and at one point Jessie turned to me and asked, "Are you traumatized?" and then remembered that I don't traumatize easily (no that is not an invitation to try). I said I was mentally taking notes to post to LiveJournal. I totally don't remember what the content of the conversation was, though. Can anyone remind me? [Edit: Thank you, Jessie, for reminding me that it was the conversation which had Peter saying, "I'd spoon Santa," and escalating from there.]
Anthony was the judge for "Heartless" -- which got a great hand of responses. I loved that in stating that "Hitler" did not win, he mentioned that it invokes Godwin's Law. (What ultimately won was "Gallbladder.")
I don't remember who was the judge for "Creepy," but the Final Two were "Barbed Wire" and "Alfred Hitchcock." Peter said, "Tetanus or black-and-white films?"
I gave Rebecca "Refreshing" for "Getting a Hug" and Alexis "Creative" for "Salads" (Alexis also won "Desperate" for "The Titanic"). Jessie won the game by winning "Best." That was around midnight, and most of the remaining partygoers dispersed -- though it took me a while to make my way out as I'm often an inertia sort of a person, especially when I'm tired.

My alcohol for the night: I had a Raspberry UFO beer which turned out to be a Hefeweizen. I approve. (I also had Reisling in a plastic cup.)

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via pirateygoodness: Tricia Helfer with William Shatner on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno

via friendsfriends [trollprincess]: the sweetest porn story ever -- and if you click on the original entry (the first link goes to the metaquotes entry), it ends:

During the entire month of April, I am blogging for RAINN (Rape And Incest National Network) in support of National Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month. At least once a week (but probably more often), I'll be posting about sex in some way, shape or form, as part of a contest through the Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign. While I'm doing this, if you could please donate to RAINN so that they may continue the work that they're doing, I would appreciate it. When doing so, if you would mention "GBBMC:08" and "chowyunsmut" in the "In Honour Of" box, it will help them track my posts and the donations that said posts generate. Yes, I am eligible to win prizes, but really, I'm doing this to raise money for RAINN. Every little bit helps.

Friday

We ate lunch outside again. And the GlobalVegetarian was Greek, so I got spanikopita :)

At one point, MaryAlice mentioned the Alan Alda movie Same Time, Next Year. Katie said, "Like Brokeback Mountain." Eric initially wtf-ed but hi, it's a totally valid comparison -- which on reflection he did concede.

The Eric highlight, however, was (possibly during the conversation about the cruise MaryAlice might be going on?): "No offense to feminists, but... some women just shouldn't wear dresses."

I asked for suggestions/recommendations of places to eat near Newton Centre Station. Eric suggested Bertucci's, which I was all prepared to do but when I checked online it turned out to be a 12-minute bus ride from the station. ::rolls eyes:: It looked like there was a plaza with eateries right near the train station, though, so I figured we'd be fine.

MaryAlice pointed out that my friend and I would be dressed up, then said, "Is Elizabeth one of those women who shouldn't wear a dress?"
I said I was actually planning on changing my clothes until I got there, so I wouldn't be riding the T in a knee-length skirt, but that I could change before I left work and ask Eric to make a determination.
He had already made some attempts at explaining himself and at this point explained more clearly that he had meant that some women just don't feel comfortable wearing dresses, so then they don't look good wearing them, that he hadn't actually been doing the "I know this is offensive but I'm going to say it anyway" (which I had accused him of doing by using those sorts of disclaimers) but was actually not trying to be offensive. We agreed that perhaps he should have just said that in the first place rather than saying the offensive thing.

Katie and I took the T to Park St., and when we got out it was really crowded and she said there was a Yankees game. I was not aware of this.

I was less than ten minutes later than my hopeful arrival time in meeting Ari. We ended up going to Sapporo Restaurant -- one of the first restaurants we saw, and I was kind of in the mood for Asian food. It was good.

We went back to her room and changed into our pretty dresses. (Sorry, we didn't take any pictures.)

The music was much like unto my prom (2001). One woman reminded me of Emma -- long hair swept up, similar facial structure, dressed all in black but totally clothes I could see Emma wearing, having a lot of fun out on the dance floor.
We abstained from dancing for a while, but after watching people for some time, I began to remember how I actually do enjoy dancing (my prom, the last WriterCon, etc.) I said to Ari, "I don't wanna like force you," which she misheard as, "I don't wanna flirt with you." (Yeah, the fact that loud music makes conversation difficult does not thrill me.) Sadly, around that time a lot of the people who had been dancing were leaving, so it wasn't very much fun and we soon returned to wallflowering. Sigh.

We took the train back around 11pm. We pulled into Fenway and gee, the game had let out. At first I thought there were more people on the Outbound side than the Inbound side, which seemed odd to me. However, after the train had boarded and begun to pull out I realized there was a huge crowd like unto Fourth of July, with security guards. Oh. Wow.

Saturday

My plan had been to take Ari to South Station then go to the gym and do laundry (and buy a new external hard drive since my computer had been freaking out when I turned it on Saturday night so Ari could check her e-mail).

However, Ari and I stayed up talking and around 2:30 decided to just stay up all night rather than get a few hours of sleep and be groggy. (She would have to leave my apartment ~7:15am to make her train home.) Around 5am this was looking like less of a good idea, but it was too late to change our minds then.

I was seriously fading by the time we left for South Station, so Ari got a coffee, boarded her train, and I learned later survived her day at work; I instead went home and took a nap for 5 hours. This of course scrapped my plans, but was clearly necessary.

After I woke up, I took a shower and went to Border Cafe (Harvard Square, Church Street) for a CHPC get-together. There were ~17 people. It was kinda meh, in part because I ended up sitting proximal to people I wasn't all that interested in. My food was yummy, though -- corn and black bean empanada.
As we were getting ready to leave, I saw Alyssa at a table near us. Hee.

Next was Layna's party. It was weird not recognizing a significant portion of people, since I've gotten used to recognizing everyone having been to a number of her parties.

We played Apples to Apples. ( Read more... )

Unlike last time, I did not stay until the very end but departed at 1am.

Sunday

At 10am the kitchen windows were open and weather.com said 61F. It smelled like summer. This of course worries me, as hot&humid makes me wanna die, so I do not enjoy the preludes to summer.

Apparently everyone else was was doing laundry today as well, and I had decided to take off my flannel sheets so I had more laundry than usual. (I know it's gonna cool down later in the week, but it still seemed a good time to switch out my sheets.) It wasn't too bad, though.

9:45pm, windows open, weather.com says 56F: nice. (Yes, by now I have closed one of the windows.)

(Grr, technology keeps being mean to me. Seriously need to buy an external hard drive, 'cause my computer keeps freaking out, which worries me.)

Want sleep.

I think I had lunch from the Global Vegetarian bar every (work)day this week. [Italy, Mexico, Eastern European, Japan, Southern USA] Go me with the consumption of actual food. (As opposed to doing either the: bring peanut butter sandwich, apple, and yogurt from home every day, or buying pasta every day.) Yeah, I think the expenditure of money is worth it since it means I consume real food.

Friday morning, having checked the day's weather before I left the house (37F, predicted high of 61F), I was thinking, "It's that season, when it's cold in the morning but warm in the afternoon." (I remember from high school, not wanting to bother with a heavy coat in the morning that I would just have to carry home in the afternoon.)

I was on JFK St. walking to work and somebody honked. Was John P. -- and the traffic was stopped, so we actually got to say hi for a minute. He never manages to get to my office when he's working at the b-school, so this was an unexpected pleasure.

I went to the gym after work [week 1, day 3], did 30 minutes on the elliptical (one with moving handles -- hi, mom), interval, plus a 5-minute cool-down, and due to the gorgeousness decided to walk all the way home.

Entering Harvard Yard I had a bit of nostalgia -- there were some kids next to me and the the one nearest me had a 2004 Million Muff March pin on her bag, her black hair mostly dyed a magenta-y purple, and facial piercings. You just don't see that at the b-school.

This morning I slept in until about 8:30 and went and got my haircut, which I was beginning to feel overdue for.

thistlerose, I thought of you, 'cause when I was walking to the T afterward I saw a big sign outside BPL for John Adams Unbound -- sadly it only goes through April 29.

I took the train to Porter, had lunch at Qdoba (confirmed that yes I am a mild salsa rather than a medium salsa person), and walked to Harvard. I've gotten used to cutting through the campus to get from the Square to Mass. Ave., but apparently trying to do it in the reverse my abysmal sense of direction comes out. The highlight was seeing signs for the Harvard Museum of Natural History on a construction area, which I recognized from when I was coming back from the div school library, but I still couldn't figure out how to get where I was going. [map]

While still on Mass. Ave. I was passed by a woman in a Simmons t-shirt (I thought of you, mom), and right behind her a woman in a navy Mustangs sweatshirt, though I couldn't tell if it was Norwood or not (IIRC, one of the M-towns also has the Mustangs as its mascot).

I know from the Harvard Gazette that Bill Gates is giving the Commencement Address (his class' 30th Reunion), but in pulling up the Harvard site to get some links, I see: "President Clinton to deliver 2007 Class Day address." Big year, huh? (Though does Harvard ever get no-name people like most colleges/universities usually do? I've never paid much attention.)

Anyway, I finally got to the gym [week 1, day 4] -- though I was feeling kind of like, "Do I really need to work out after all this?" I did the same thing as yesterday, though I also tried going backwards a few times, which definitely works some additional muscles.

Yesterday evening I was a bit sad to see the spray paint guy wasn't out, so I was pleased to see him when I came back this afternoon, though I didn't stop to chat. There was an Easter Bunny handing out small pink flyers right outside the T stairs. I was tempted to take a flyer out of curiosity, but the *creepy* won out and I avoided ~~her/him~~ it. (Yeah, I did opt to take the T rather than adding 20 more minutes of walking to my day.)

Oh, my city.

As I left Davis T I saw Katherine (from Clarendon Hill Presby) coming in to the station, and we exchanged hellos. Yay small world.

After I came home, I watched CSI (see previous entry), did laundry, and bought groceries. There are 3 almost-empty containers of milk in our fridge. None of them are mine. How does that happen? (There are only 2 other people who live here.)

Does anyone wanna go to Titus Andronicus with me? I was thinking I should figure out when I'm going, so if you wanna come with place your vote now. Also, Layna, have you decided on a date for your party yet?

Current Music: The Submarines - "Clouds"

I had an unsuccessful shopping trip at TJMaxx this afternoon.

Has anyone done any research connecting the onset modern body dysmorphic issues with the onset of modern standard-measurement mass-market clothing? ‘Cause an inability to find clothes that fit you combined with the message that these clothes (supposedly) do fit the majority of people has gotta mess some people up. [Clarification: I wasn’t feeling body dysmorphic, just pissed off at the designers, but it did get me thinking.]

My current problem is that all the pants I bought I somehow didn’t really realize feel like they’re nearly gonna fall off me unless I hike the waist up to around my bellybutton and feel like Urkel. I attempted the Petites section this afternoon but didn’t have any real success. Also, summer coming means ~~clamdigger~~ capri pants are all over the place, which doesn’t help matters any. I miss the days when I just bought jeans and I knew exactly what size I was and what style and brand I preferred.

My mom is going to take me to Sears.

It was 70F at 1pm. The temperature plummeted when a front came through -- 56F at 4:45pm. I got rained on during my errand to the post office, but I like the rain so that was okay. Pre-rain I stopped and chatted a while with the blonde woman on the corner whom I often see walking to the train in the morning, and her 14 month old daughter (thoughtful of the child to be born on the first of a month :) ).

I looked out my window ~5:45 and it was blue sky, yellow glow on trees (sunset I realized), just lovely.

As well as assorted errands, I also did my handwash shirts and a load of dishes tonight, so despite not getting up until ~1pm the day wasn’t a waste.

I don’t think this person ever feedbacked my darkfic, but it was pleasant to see it recced.

Prayers for Skarda and her brother.

And reminder that we move the clocks ahead an hour at 2am (or whenever you go to bed tonight -- whichever comes first).

( Monday-Friday )

No Inklings class today, so i was gonna do errands and stuff, but, um, so lazy. So now of course i am up until all hours. Look, it's a cycle or a balance or something and yeah, shutting up now. I did get grab&go lunch [so many people out on Chapin Lawn and the steps of the campus center and so on] and sit on the bench outside Neilson in the beautiful weather reading Mrs Dalloway and eating. The Tryon Trip has continued to be crazy right up until the last minute, but work was pretty lowkey for the most part, for which i was grateful.

I was radically ecumenical tonight, per usual. We talked about mercy trumping justice and Emily and i made references to Joel's classes. I miss having discussions with people. I was talking with

oyceter recently about how much i used LJ for discussion when Whedon shows were airing, and i was thinking recently about how i used to have big involved discussions about stuff on my LJ. And now not so much. And i miss having real discussions with people.

I heart Ashley's tasteless joke. As "Well duh," instead of saying "Is the Pope Catholic?" saying "Is the Pope dead?"
Ashley says, "Steal it if you want, but use it before a new Pope is elected!"

I had forgotten how much i enjoy Harry and the Potters.

I'm done with ficathons for real this time. (Dear Ari: I haven't read your Ethan piece yet, but i heart the title. Just so you know.)

Emma! (Okay, so i already showed Emma, but the rest of you need to see them, too. I mean, everyone knows

mpoetess=genius, right?) Also: puppet porn.

"Elizabeth's constant tone is a condescending tone." - ~~Fefe~~ Cat (though Fefe did woo me with ice cream)

Has anyone read

sajinn? Because Emma and i were discussing some of zir fic, and now i'm curious as to whether anyone else has read any of it.

Allie was saying there seems to be an UberTraumaDrama around some issue every spring, and she's not particularly wrong -- there was Spring my first year and then there was the SGA constitution change which was still an issue the following year -- but i'm not sure there's anything this semester that really has a lot of students riled up about it in a divisive manner. If i had to pick now, i would say the conflict around the Clothesline Project. (Whose idea were the chalkings? I understand the concerns about the Clothesline Project being triggering, but the chalkings are way less ignorable. I was jarred by them, which i know was the point, but a large part of my being jarred was because i had been made aware of triggering-concerns and was thinking about how hard to avoid the chalkings were and how triggering they could be.)

Your trivia for the day is that "Whatever it is I'm against it" is from Horse Feathers (1932) -- Groucho Marx.

Song lyrics people didn't guess (some of which surprised me):
3. imagine if our world was blue and weightless - "Stranded" by Alien Ant Farm (played in "Seeing Red," BtVS 6.19)
4. I crawled out of the world - "Blue" by Angie Hart [cowritten with Joss Whedon] (played in "Conversations With Dead People," BtVS 7.07)
6. starin' at the cracks in the walls, 'cause I'm waiting for it all to come to an end - "Lonely Girl" by Pink
7. it's true that I stole your lighter - "Divorce Song" by Liz Phair
8. and does your conscience ever mention the way that you treat me - "Shrug" by Ani DiFranco

( internetage )

"Whee! I'm sinking into the depths of sin. Whee!" -Skarda, on "slippery slope"

She asked if i'd heard from places yet and i said, "I've gotten rejected from everywhere except UPenn, which i haven't heard from yet. Way to go me." Cheery voice and everything. Her response was very matter-of-fact, take it in stride, which was so comforting, because my anxiety has totally been about having to disappoint people.

There are white and purple crocuses on the patch of grass by the JMG crossroads. First time i've seen flowers growing since i was in Virginia. (Though the museum keeps getting lovely floral displays.)

So many sirens today. "The pedestrians are getting frisky," said Megan (who really meant "uppity").

The Commencement schedule came out.

Oh, and the Buddhism thing turns out to be next weeekend rather than this weekend, and bell hooks is giving a lecture ("Buddhism Beyond Gender") in JMG at 8pm Friday April 8 [edited to correct the date]. Just in case anyone cares.

Instead of going to Finding Neverland (which Kate owns on DVD now), i went to the Spring Dance Concert, which was really very good. I think i need more dance in my life. Who wants to come to the Senior Dance Concert with me Thursday April 14?

doyle_sb4 polled her friends about which fandoms they're a part of. I basically consider myself part of a fandom if i know all the source text and care to engage in meta&fic re: said source text. My instinct is to just say Whedonverse when asked which fandoms i'm part of, so it was interesting to really think about what else i would consider myself part of fandom for (and some of it sounds so weird to call fandom).

This tells me i am 48% Femme and 52% Butch. Somehow we are not surprised.

Room Draw is over. The floor dynamics in my house next year are gonna be weird.

Yay for good discussion about politics, books, and (post-)college plans. Also: ♥ Cat.

P.S. 3 years ago today my LJ was born, thanks to

athene. This will be entry #1932. Look at me go.

I really don't do the April Fool's thing. However, in honor of the recently deceased Mitch Hedberg,

offbalance posted a list (from

lizzola) of examples of his humor. I laughed out loud multiple times.

Hey, y'all. My YSI offering was just what i had thought of from what i had that also hadn't been already offered up in the responses to

_elektra's post and was in no way intended to be a comprehensive. What's up with offering me songs with no download links?

Emma wore purple tights, ~~rhinestone~~ crazy glitter sunglasses, and a bright yellow jacket today. Lo, spring has arrived.

Oh, Tryon Trip how i will be glad when you are over. Oh, Wuthering Heights, how i hope i never have to read you again.

An editorial in the NYTimes supporting Wolfowitz as leader of the World Bank? Interesting.

Is it bad that i don't wanna go to the lunchtime "College Presidencies and Political Controversies: To Speak or Not to Speak?" thing tomorrow because the houses are serving vegan nuggets?

Hmm, looks like Room Draw is going to be slightly more efficient than i had originally heard.

Buffyverse Down and Dirty Femmeslash PWP Ficathon (Signups end April 4. Fics due May 20.) So tempting. I feel like i'd be shit at writing any of the requests, though. (Plus the obvious fact that i have so much fic i should be working on already.)

The obvious response to the insanity that dragged me into facebook in the first place.

( gratuitous internetage, per usual )

I walked out of Stoddard, having finished my exam, now fully done with midterms, and it was snowing.

The scent of molasses was in the air this morning, but given yesterday i surely didn't expect it to snow. (New England, i should have known better.)

Yesterday, out in the beautiful "this feels like spring" i was thinking that actually i was ready for it to be spring (such a betrayal to my winter loving). I thought perhaps after the last snowstorm, which was followed too soon by a long rain, i was ready for all the dirty snow to melt and the ground to be covered with fresh bright green and colors ... but no, the snow still brings me joy, never fails. And really, i still think of March as a winter month (though honey i suspect it'll be springy on your birthday given how late in the month it is). But i'm sad that there is actually a niggling part of me that stares out the window at the falling snow and is tired of it. This is not right. I'm supposed to love the winter. Boo on a desire for spring (not that spring isn't lovely, and of course i'll love it when it gets here). I'm one of the few that isn't aching for spring, and it's supposed to stay that way.

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