Things I've learned today
Apr. 22nd, 2004 01:08 amI'm not usually one for introspection, so these will mostly be rants. For introspection and life-changing events, I recommend
earthrise's journal.
The East Asian Library. Not only is it ghetto, it's ghetto. The stacks are set up so there are sort half-floors, almost like in Being John Malkovich where people have to be bent over all the time. Seriously, were I an inch or two taller, I would have been in peril of whacking my head on the roof of the stack levels. Plus, in the middle of each row of books, there are staircases up and down that you almost have to climb on to reach some books, which also lead down to the bottom levels. The floors aren't even entirely separated, and you can look up or down at someone standing one floor above or below you. If you were to be murdered there, given its creepy labyrinthian environment, no one would find you for a week. Creepy. Plus, most of the books were in languages I couldn't read, not helping me much with my paper...
Sitting on the semi-circle bench next to Low library today, I listened to the most...okay, you know what? I'm not going to mitigate, I'm going to come right out and say it. She was a bitch. She yapped loudly on her cell phone about her TA who was 'nice, good hair, pretty, but she was one of those jeans are too tight people.' What that means, one can only guess (I assmue it was a disparagement about her weight as the cell-phone girl was a skinny rail), but this poor TA was savaged enough without the weird euphemisms. This girl called the TA at once smart and confident but she said she was totally surprised that the TA would march in the protests because she wasn't 'that kind of person.' The fuck does that mean? What, she doesn't want to be less in debt? Sheesh. To make it worse, she then commented about the Astronomy TAs she saw, calling them "stereotypical geeks, and man, you could really tell which ones they were." Geek is a bad term? She used it like a curse. I wanted to slap her. Sorry, we're not all Sex-and-the-City airhead sluts like you. Next time I go outside, I'll be sure to swap my Spider-Man keychain for a Prada bag and shoes that are too expensive to wear (she kept taking hers off). GRRRRRR....
I got an enthusiastic response to an application for a lab job in the city, and I arranged to be watiing for a phone call from 6 to 7 pm, necessitating that I miss dinner with Liz and Dave and Robert so that I wouldn't be late. I sat and waited and waited. And waited. I was going to call her, but the number listed for her on MonsterTRAK was a fax number. I double checked the date, the time, the number I sent her, that my cell phone was on and even had Carrie call my room for a second (I then yelled at her to get off) to make sure my phone was working and belonged to the number I had e-mailed. Nothing. This is incredibly disheartening. I had 7:10 class. If she was fashionably late, I had to miss it because I'm already over the limit with this class. Siiiiiigh.
The Stepford Wives was interesting. Like everyone else, I knew the story but hadn't actually seen the picture. It was pretty good, even if I didn't like the ending. Save for one disparaging remark about Scarsdale. I'll show those zombies what a girl from Scarsdale can do! I CAN OUTDRINK ANY OF THE STEPFORD ROBO-WIVES!!! Actually, I just wouldn't be stupid enough to get Stepfordized in the first place. I'm too paranoid. I'd assume it was a mild form of zombie virus--solanum, T-virus, rage, you name it, I've heard of it--and would go on a rampage. Sure, I'd be thrown in jail, probably, but it's better than being a wife in Stepford. Plus, ugh, what, does Stepford make it a requirement that only really really really unattractive men need apply? If I qualified for life in Stepford, I'd be afraid of what that said about the troll I married....lucky for me, that day is sooooo far off....but I'm ready for the rampaging should I detect the slightest hint of the zombie. Ain't no one getting my weapon when the apocalypse comes, especially not bootleg Ricardo Montelban.
The East Asian Library. Not only is it ghetto, it's ghetto. The stacks are set up so there are sort half-floors, almost like in Being John Malkovich where people have to be bent over all the time. Seriously, were I an inch or two taller, I would have been in peril of whacking my head on the roof of the stack levels. Plus, in the middle of each row of books, there are staircases up and down that you almost have to climb on to reach some books, which also lead down to the bottom levels. The floors aren't even entirely separated, and you can look up or down at someone standing one floor above or below you. If you were to be murdered there, given its creepy labyrinthian environment, no one would find you for a week. Creepy. Plus, most of the books were in languages I couldn't read, not helping me much with my paper...
Sitting on the semi-circle bench next to Low library today, I listened to the most...okay, you know what? I'm not going to mitigate, I'm going to come right out and say it. She was a bitch. She yapped loudly on her cell phone about her TA who was 'nice, good hair, pretty, but she was one of those jeans are too tight people.' What that means, one can only guess (I assmue it was a disparagement about her weight as the cell-phone girl was a skinny rail), but this poor TA was savaged enough without the weird euphemisms. This girl called the TA at once smart and confident but she said she was totally surprised that the TA would march in the protests because she wasn't 'that kind of person.' The fuck does that mean? What, she doesn't want to be less in debt? Sheesh. To make it worse, she then commented about the Astronomy TAs she saw, calling them "stereotypical geeks, and man, you could really tell which ones they were." Geek is a bad term? She used it like a curse. I wanted to slap her. Sorry, we're not all Sex-and-the-City airhead sluts like you. Next time I go outside, I'll be sure to swap my Spider-Man keychain for a Prada bag and shoes that are too expensive to wear (she kept taking hers off). GRRRRRR....
I got an enthusiastic response to an application for a lab job in the city, and I arranged to be watiing for a phone call from 6 to 7 pm, necessitating that I miss dinner with Liz and Dave and Robert so that I wouldn't be late. I sat and waited and waited. And waited. I was going to call her, but the number listed for her on MonsterTRAK was a fax number. I double checked the date, the time, the number I sent her, that my cell phone was on and even had Carrie call my room for a second (I then yelled at her to get off) to make sure my phone was working and belonged to the number I had e-mailed. Nothing. This is incredibly disheartening. I had 7:10 class. If she was fashionably late, I had to miss it because I'm already over the limit with this class. Siiiiiigh.
The Stepford Wives was interesting. Like everyone else, I knew the story but hadn't actually seen the picture. It was pretty good, even if I didn't like the ending. Save for one disparaging remark about Scarsdale. I'll show those zombies what a girl from Scarsdale can do! I CAN OUTDRINK ANY OF THE STEPFORD ROBO-WIVES!!! Actually, I just wouldn't be stupid enough to get Stepfordized in the first place. I'm too paranoid. I'd assume it was a mild form of zombie virus--solanum, T-virus, rage, you name it, I've heard of it--and would go on a rampage. Sure, I'd be thrown in jail, probably, but it's better than being a wife in Stepford. Plus, ugh, what, does Stepford make it a requirement that only really really really unattractive men need apply? If I qualified for life in Stepford, I'd be afraid of what that said about the troll I married....lucky for me, that day is sooooo far off....but I'm ready for the rampaging should I detect the slightest hint of the zombie. Ain't no one getting my weapon when the apocalypse comes, especially not bootleg Ricardo Montelban.
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Date: 2004-04-21 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-22 12:48 am (UTC)And for the record, I've seen the movie before, so it wasn't new to everyone.
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Date: 2004-04-22 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-22 07:27 am (UTC)Are you saying I can't rant? I can rant with the best of them. In fact, that's all I do.
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Date: 2004-04-22 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-04-22 05:40 pm (UTC)Rant! It's good for you.
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Date: 2004-04-22 09:14 pm (UTC)(I couldn't resist. I was an English major. Baaaa.)
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Date: 2004-04-23 07:17 am (UTC)Was "Dewey Dell" from that or "Grapes of Wrath"? I named a pokemon Dewey Dell once.
Liz M.
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Date: 2004-04-23 07:38 am (UTC)Poor Dewey Dell.
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Date: 2004-04-23 07:19 pm (UTC)::clears throat::
DURRRRRRRRR???????
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Date: 2004-04-23 08:45 pm (UTC)Amused. ^_^ I'm sure you can......
in other news, PRESENTS! :
This was inspired by a Kill Bill II advert I heard (havent seen it yet, so no spoilers!!! :P )
Hee.