This year, I'm trying something new. Anything that I have as memories from something happy and fun I did this year (movie stubs, speakers announcements, train tickets) I'm taping on to my wall. It's right above my bed and I wake up staring at either it or the pictures of Barbados I have taped to my bookcase. The amount of growth on the wall of happiness is directly proportional to my level of peace, calm and happiness.
Have I mentioned that I truly love DC? It's amazing how something as simple as going to see a movie in Georgetown can make me so utterly happy and at peace with myself.
Thus begins the next few weeks of craziness...Next weekend is parent's weekend and a debate at UMD. While my own parents are leaving me to orphanage that weekend, I should get to meet Adam's dad and that's cool. Immediately following that is AU's tournament (AUers...seriously, I need people to house debators from other schools. Don't make me come banging down your door!). After that is a tournament at GWU which I probably will not attend because of a little something called POLICE RIDE ALONG. Gotta say, very excited about that. Then it's up to Philly for a visit with the infamous Jo and shortly thereafter is Thanksgiving, immediately followed by going to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra with Dave, Carol and possibly Ben.
In related news...it's official, I'm going to Ireland over Spring Break. I'm locked into an agreement with my roommate who has threatened me with fiery death should I back out (something that I have no intention of doing) and that's as good as buying my ticket and cementing myself to the 747.
In bed last night at 4...up this morning at 10...seriously, the only thing that could make today better is a) not having to study and b) still being asleep.
Nothing but LOVE for everyone.
FYI: New SN goes into effect tonight. macashsar for those of you who have yet to GET IT DOWN.
13 October 2005
May your cup runneth over...
...with my words. Mwahaha.
In approximately 1 hour, I will have been up for 24 hours straight. While this is no great accomplishment and is certainly not the first time...this is the first time it's been both involuntary and completely lacking in the category of fun.
Fucking insomnia. A plague on however many houses you have!
A run down of my day, thus far?
2:30: Phone call from Shea.
3: Off phone w/ aforementioned Shea, back to bed.
3-9: Stared at ceiling, watched the sunrise, cursed the day I was born.
9-11:30: Packed, showered, said g'bye to dog and house
11:30-1:30: Drove back home.
2: Dropped all stuff in room, left harassing messages for friends on their doors, left for work.
3-7: Work. Oh the joys of chasing little kids around...
7:30: Back at school. Dinner/chat with Rachel.
8-10: Unpacked, continued chatting with Rachel (received some lovely apples from an orchard in Syracuse)
10-11:20: Chatted with Jo on phone. 29 days til Philly!
11:30-12: Kat returned home. Chatted with her til she left for work. Started laughing hysterically over absolutely nothing.
12: There was a knock, knock, knock on my chamber door. It was l'Adam, begging for a few hours of sleep.
12-12:30: Shower.
12:30-present: Sitting in room, contemplating sleep, wondering if it will elude me, yet again. Dreading tennis. Dreading sunrise. Dreading tomorrow.
Ash is in desperate need of a) sleep and b) non-anxiety ridden down time.
I worry that my roommate grows fearful of my random bouts of semi hysterical laughter.
In approximately 1 hour, I will have been up for 24 hours straight. While this is no great accomplishment and is certainly not the first time...this is the first time it's been both involuntary and completely lacking in the category of fun.
Fucking insomnia. A plague on however many houses you have!
A run down of my day, thus far?
2:30: Phone call from Shea.
3: Off phone w/ aforementioned Shea, back to bed.
3-9: Stared at ceiling, watched the sunrise, cursed the day I was born.
9-11:30: Packed, showered, said g'bye to dog and house
11:30-1:30: Drove back home.
2: Dropped all stuff in room, left harassing messages for friends on their doors, left for work.
3-7: Work. Oh the joys of chasing little kids around...
7:30: Back at school. Dinner/chat with Rachel.
8-10: Unpacked, continued chatting with Rachel (received some lovely apples from an orchard in Syracuse)
10-11:20: Chatted with Jo on phone. 29 days til Philly!
11:30-12: Kat returned home. Chatted with her til she left for work. Started laughing hysterically over absolutely nothing.
12: There was a knock, knock, knock on my chamber door. It was l'Adam, begging for a few hours of sleep.
12-12:30: Shower.
12:30-present: Sitting in room, contemplating sleep, wondering if it will elude me, yet again. Dreading tennis. Dreading sunrise. Dreading tomorrow.
Ash is in desperate need of a) sleep and b) non-anxiety ridden down time.
I worry that my roommate grows fearful of my random bouts of semi hysterical laughter.
12 October 2005
As a joke...I sent a bottle of whiskey...as you choked, you said it made you feel dirty...
I've got absolutely nothing to say..so let's just do some general announcements...
1) The Empire of Katash will re-open earlier then anticipated. I'm back tomorrow around 2. However, I'm leaving almost immediately for work so feel free to come up and harass any time after 7.
2) New SN: macashsar. Once I get back to DSL, I'm going to post it in my away messages for a few days before making the transition. Bye bye catori sedai, you've been pretty good to me, but I've had you for far too long. Props to anyone who can figure out where macashsar comes from. Seriously, it shouldn't be too hard. This one's actually in English. When was the last time I had an SN in English? I honestly don't remember...
3) Exactly one month from today (Nov 11) I will be in Philly at Chestnut Hill, visiting Jo. To all of you studying in in the City of Brotherly Love (aka extreme poverty), gimme a ring, I'd like to see y'all if possible. Wicked, wicked excited.
4) Guster concert in early November. If you're interested at all, let me know. It's in Baltimore.
5) One more midterm (Policing in America, it's going to be a bitch), then my work load is dramatically decreased until the December rush. Still having weekly quizzes in PiA, as well as quizzes in ItSJ, but that's all manageable.
6) I think I've got 3 more big (aka 20+ pages) papers due before the semester ends: History/Philosophy of Criminology, Intro to Sys of Justice and Anthropology of Genocide. Stiff upper lip, Ash, you can do this. My topics? Sex trafficking, more or less op-ed piece on the MPD (Metropolitan Police Dept for you non-DCers) and the pre-Holocaust propaganda of the Third Reich. Damn, I really am a college student. It really does amaze me when I look at some of my topics and some of the things I've written...hasn't really sunken in yet.
7) On Nov. 5 I get to go on a police ride along in the 4th district...it's going to last for like 8 hours and I'm wicked excited. (This is actually more for me..so that I don't forget the date again..). I hope I get to bust up a crackhouse...mostly so that I can then proceed to sell aforementioned drugs to the overly wealthy crack addicts at school...I wouldn't want any for myself...no..not at all...
8) The Killers make me incredibly happy, and will always remind me of dancing around Baltimore with Adam. They make no fucking sense whatsoever, but hey, who needs logic?
9) I am insomnia's bitch. 3 hours of sleep last night. Yeah...it hurts me deep down inside, where the feelings are...
And I do believe that about sums everything up...
1) The Empire of Katash will re-open earlier then anticipated. I'm back tomorrow around 2. However, I'm leaving almost immediately for work so feel free to come up and harass any time after 7.
2) New SN: macashsar. Once I get back to DSL, I'm going to post it in my away messages for a few days before making the transition. Bye bye catori sedai, you've been pretty good to me, but I've had you for far too long. Props to anyone who can figure out where macashsar comes from. Seriously, it shouldn't be too hard. This one's actually in English. When was the last time I had an SN in English? I honestly don't remember...
3) Exactly one month from today (Nov 11) I will be in Philly at Chestnut Hill, visiting Jo. To all of you studying in in the City of Brotherly Love (aka extreme poverty), gimme a ring, I'd like to see y'all if possible. Wicked, wicked excited.
4) Guster concert in early November. If you're interested at all, let me know. It's in Baltimore.
5) One more midterm (Policing in America, it's going to be a bitch), then my work load is dramatically decreased until the December rush. Still having weekly quizzes in PiA, as well as quizzes in ItSJ, but that's all manageable.
6) I think I've got 3 more big (aka 20+ pages) papers due before the semester ends: History/Philosophy of Criminology, Intro to Sys of Justice and Anthropology of Genocide. Stiff upper lip, Ash, you can do this. My topics? Sex trafficking, more or less op-ed piece on the MPD (Metropolitan Police Dept for you non-DCers) and the pre-Holocaust propaganda of the Third Reich. Damn, I really am a college student. It really does amaze me when I look at some of my topics and some of the things I've written...hasn't really sunken in yet.
7) On Nov. 5 I get to go on a police ride along in the 4th district...it's going to last for like 8 hours and I'm wicked excited. (This is actually more for me..so that I don't forget the date again..). I hope I get to bust up a crackhouse...mostly so that I can then proceed to sell aforementioned drugs to the overly wealthy crack addicts at school...I wouldn't want any for myself...no..not at all...
8) The Killers make me incredibly happy, and will always remind me of dancing around Baltimore with Adam. They make no fucking sense whatsoever, but hey, who needs logic?
9) I am insomnia's bitch. 3 hours of sleep last night. Yeah...it hurts me deep down inside, where the feelings are...
And I do believe that about sums everything up...
10 October 2005
Pennsylvania is like a bad horror flick from the 50s...
...you know the ones I'm talking about...the B raters with the bad plots and acting..the ones where mutant aliens from another planets come and suck the brains out of the poor, innocent earthlings...
Yeah, that's kind of like how I feel right now...Everything here is just so morose and bland, it's like there's no feeling of life, no vibrancy, no energy. Being with my family is cool...and seeing friends is/will be cool...but I need an atmosphere that's got a high emotional charge, whether it be positive or negative. This neutrality is SLOWLY KILLING ME.
Maybe it's the weather...maybe it's the lack of a decent fall..hell, maybe it's even the DAMN WAL-MART THAT'S BEING BUILT DOWN THE ROAD FROM ME, but I've just been drifting in this state of semi-conscious thought since I got home. It makes me sad...incredibly sad...
Not working was a mistake...at least when I'm horribly busy I can keep my mind occupied...but without that constant need to be somewhere doing something...I'm just kind of wading around in a pool of eternity, waiting for a tomorrow that never seems to come.
Excuse me while I go kick myself in the arse twice...once for actually typing that and a second time for not deleting it immediately.
Tomorrow and Tuesday should be better...shopping with mom, visitng people at the hospital, hanging out w/ Katie and Ben, seeing the Gloriosos and the Levines...and Wednesday its back to the city, hopefully in time to do some work so I have available cash for the weekend.
On a happy note...some things I'm looking forward to...
1) Rick's visit
2) Ireland over SB
3) Christmas shopping in Georgetown and Pentagon City (just because the atmosphere is so cool)
4) Visiting Jo in Philly
5) Europe this summer (taking it by storm..one European Union country at time..DOWN goes the Euro!). Quiet, all of you, I swear I'm not on crack.
6) The fading of my flip flop tan (seriously...it's still horrendous..I must post pictures of it at some point or other...just so you can understand the horror that is this thing. My dad actually though I just hadn't washed my feet in weeks).
7) The Debates. All of them.
Also..I'm pondering the possibility of a new SN...we can all thank Adam for the lovely idea he put into my head (albeit unknowingly). We'll see..should I chose to switch I'll post it here and let everyone who matters know personally (via away message, obviously).
Yeah, that's kind of like how I feel right now...Everything here is just so morose and bland, it's like there's no feeling of life, no vibrancy, no energy. Being with my family is cool...and seeing friends is/will be cool...but I need an atmosphere that's got a high emotional charge, whether it be positive or negative. This neutrality is SLOWLY KILLING ME.
Maybe it's the weather...maybe it's the lack of a decent fall..hell, maybe it's even the DAMN WAL-MART THAT'S BEING BUILT DOWN THE ROAD FROM ME, but I've just been drifting in this state of semi-conscious thought since I got home. It makes me sad...incredibly sad...
Not working was a mistake...at least when I'm horribly busy I can keep my mind occupied...but without that constant need to be somewhere doing something...I'm just kind of wading around in a pool of eternity, waiting for a tomorrow that never seems to come.
Excuse me while I go kick myself in the arse twice...once for actually typing that and a second time for not deleting it immediately.
Tomorrow and Tuesday should be better...shopping with mom, visitng people at the hospital, hanging out w/ Katie and Ben, seeing the Gloriosos and the Levines...and Wednesday its back to the city, hopefully in time to do some work so I have available cash for the weekend.
On a happy note...some things I'm looking forward to...
1) Rick's visit
2) Ireland over SB
3) Christmas shopping in Georgetown and Pentagon City (just because the atmosphere is so cool)
4) Visiting Jo in Philly
5) Europe this summer (taking it by storm..one European Union country at time..DOWN goes the Euro!). Quiet, all of you, I swear I'm not on crack.
6) The fading of my flip flop tan (seriously...it's still horrendous..I must post pictures of it at some point or other...just so you can understand the horror that is this thing. My dad actually though I just hadn't washed my feet in weeks).
7) The Debates. All of them.
Also..I'm pondering the possibility of a new SN...we can all thank Adam for the lovely idea he put into my head (albeit unknowingly). We'll see..should I chose to switch I'll post it here and let everyone who matters know personally (via away message, obviously).
03 October 2005
Memories of a happier time...
Rache and I...enjoying a daquiri before galavanting off to partake in some drunk dialing...
This is Shea and I from last spring at his and Kat's birthday...yeah...that was a good day...So...exhausted...yeah...that doesn't even begin to describe how I feel now...it's like I'm driving on black ice, about to crash into whatever's in front of me and I've got no control whatsoever. It's not like my life is bad...it's just that I'm JUST NOW coming off the caffeine/sugar high I put myself on last night to finish that god forsaken paper. I don't like this feeling...it's kind of like being drunk...only NOT FUN AT ALL.
Also...I really have no desire to revert back to being an insomniac...I've just finally gotten it under control and I don't need to go back there! NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO! YOU CAN'T!
Right now..my redboard says "Je suis finis avec le papier de MORT! MON DIEU!" Most of you are probably intelligent enough to translate that...and if not..well...think about it...this is me...I'm speaking French here people...
Also..I'd really like a nap...and I might be able to take one now that my room is clean...
On a random note (not that this entire entry wasn't random) I'd just like to go on the record with a conversation...
Ash: Adam, can I borrow your duct tape?
Adam: Sure, why?
Ash: I need to duct tape Bob to my bed...
Adam: *blinks and cocks his head in that way he does when he's confused*
Shea: Lucky Bob!!
Out of context...that is so brilliant it makes me GIGGLE. Giggle I say!
I'm going to shut up now...and go watch the OC. Don't judge me!
30 September 2005
...
Yes, that's right...the title of this entry is "..." indeed. Why? Because I am literally speechless.
Now, everyone at AU has heard me rant about the Frat Monkeys, and a few people at home have as well, so I'm not going into details about the sitauation. So let's just suffice it to say that there is a very large group project about religion in Russia and the US, that somehow I got stuck with 2 Pi Kappa Alphas (PIKEs, for those of you who don't have their branches at your school). I was not happy...PIKE guys do not have the reputation of being decent human beings, not at all...and while Brendan and Alex were at least nice, neither of them knew anything about the topic and constantly missed/were late for our meetings, thus fucking up my schedule to no end. At any rate...once I discovered that I was partners with Frat Monkeys who declared themselves to be completely incompetent writers, I quickly volunteered to write the paper, if they would handle the research and the presentation. They eagerly agreed and I was relieved, because this paper is a huge part of our end grade.
Well...I was incredibly wrong....I had to meet with them several times over the course of a week and a half, because for some odd reason they felt it necessary that I be there...whatever...it didn't start bothering me until they started cancelling at the last minute.
So...presentation went pretty well, and the FMs gave me their research as well as notes so I could write the paper. *NOTE: I should have known this was going to be bad when it was changed from a 15 page maximum to a 15 page minimum* But last night, I got down to hardcore work on the paper and would you like to guess what I discovered? I can scarecely believe it myself.
They skipped over 300 years of Russian history. I am not exaggerating. They talked about Michael Romanov (the first Romanov who took the throne in 1613) then went straight to the BOLSHEVIK REVOLUTION IN 1917. When I saw this...I think I just sort of stared...it's not like they neglected to talk about one of the tsars...they didn't talk about ANY of them. They didn't do any research on any of them...and I'm just utterly speechless.
I can't even summon up the energy to rant about this, though a huge part of me wants to be indignant about the whole situation but I can't, because this is at least partially my fault. I really should have given them an idea of what sort of things they should cover, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that they could possibly just think it was OK to skip almost the entire Romanov dynasty... I mean, maybe one of the tsars or some sort of obscure policy but the entire royal line? They're the fucking ROMANOVS for the love of all that's good and decent.
I still maintain that I made the right decision, in offering to write the paper. Granted, about 2 or 3 extra hours of work has now been created for me, but at least I know exactly what else I have to cover...
Karma has once again proved, I am her bitch.
Now, everyone at AU has heard me rant about the Frat Monkeys, and a few people at home have as well, so I'm not going into details about the sitauation. So let's just suffice it to say that there is a very large group project about religion in Russia and the US, that somehow I got stuck with 2 Pi Kappa Alphas (PIKEs, for those of you who don't have their branches at your school). I was not happy...PIKE guys do not have the reputation of being decent human beings, not at all...and while Brendan and Alex were at least nice, neither of them knew anything about the topic and constantly missed/were late for our meetings, thus fucking up my schedule to no end. At any rate...once I discovered that I was partners with Frat Monkeys who declared themselves to be completely incompetent writers, I quickly volunteered to write the paper, if they would handle the research and the presentation. They eagerly agreed and I was relieved, because this paper is a huge part of our end grade.
Well...I was incredibly wrong....I had to meet with them several times over the course of a week and a half, because for some odd reason they felt it necessary that I be there...whatever...it didn't start bothering me until they started cancelling at the last minute.
So...presentation went pretty well, and the FMs gave me their research as well as notes so I could write the paper. *NOTE: I should have known this was going to be bad when it was changed from a 15 page maximum to a 15 page minimum* But last night, I got down to hardcore work on the paper and would you like to guess what I discovered? I can scarecely believe it myself.
They skipped over 300 years of Russian history. I am not exaggerating. They talked about Michael Romanov (the first Romanov who took the throne in 1613) then went straight to the BOLSHEVIK REVOLUTION IN 1917. When I saw this...I think I just sort of stared...it's not like they neglected to talk about one of the tsars...they didn't talk about ANY of them. They didn't do any research on any of them...and I'm just utterly speechless.
I can't even summon up the energy to rant about this, though a huge part of me wants to be indignant about the whole situation but I can't, because this is at least partially my fault. I really should have given them an idea of what sort of things they should cover, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that they could possibly just think it was OK to skip almost the entire Romanov dynasty... I mean, maybe one of the tsars or some sort of obscure policy but the entire royal line? They're the fucking ROMANOVS for the love of all that's good and decent.
I still maintain that I made the right decision, in offering to write the paper. Granted, about 2 or 3 extra hours of work has now been created for me, but at least I know exactly what else I have to cover...
Karma has once again proved, I am her bitch.
26 September 2005
I find it mildly entertaining that...
...I will never have free time. Ever again. Earlier today I was attempting to figure out the best time to make a weekend excursion to Philly to visit Jo and would you like to guess what I discovered?
My next free weekend is November 11-13!! Actually..no..now it's more like December...because I fully intend to use that weekend to visit Jo...then immediately following that there is a debate in NYC that I'd *like* to go to...and immediately following that is Thanksgiving...
I can't decide if I really love my life...or if I'm just exhausted from it and therefore delerious. Did I spell that right?
My next free weekend is November 11-13!! Actually..no..now it's more like December...because I fully intend to use that weekend to visit Jo...then immediately following that there is a debate in NYC that I'd *like* to go to...and immediately following that is Thanksgiving...
I can't decide if I really love my life...or if I'm just exhausted from it and therefore delerious. Did I spell that right?
24 September 2005
Georgetown is far sketchier than Chinatown...
...and the sad part is...it's actually entirely true...
Last night Kat and I went to see Corpse Bride (excellent movie, I really do recommend it though I will warn you, it's creepy as all hell...even by Tim Burton's standards). So...it was an entirely innocent night...no alcohol, cocaine or acid was consumed, yet it still ended up being entirely amusing...
Let's just say that I forgot how ridiculous Georgetown can get late at night on a Friday...in cronological order...let's rehash the night, shall we?
-A very drunk, semi balding man approached Kat and I as we stood underneath a street light on Wisconsin...he proceeded to ask us if we wanted to get a cab with him...approximately 8 times...finally Kat snapped and said "Well, you can't get a cab here, but if you just walk up to the next block...I'm sure you can get one there" the man *giggled* and remained rooted in place...so Kat hailed a cab for him. After a few seconds of asking us if we wanted to ride home with him, he was finally away...thank you god.
-An entire cab full of moderately attractive guys pulled up to us, beginning the conversation with "Well heeeeeeellllllllllloooooooooo" to which Kat responded (very tactfully) "You're wasted." The leader of the posse proceeded to declare, rather fervently I might add, "No way! I'm sotally tober!!!!" Then, screamed, almost simultaneously at Kat and I was..."You're really fot!" and "I like your dress!!!"
At this point..Ash and Kat declare it to be faster to walk to Foggy Bottom/GWU and catch the metro....here is where the real fun begins...
On M Street, across the street from Georgetown Park Mall...Kat and Ash were assaulted by yet another cab full of really intoxicated men. These men were neither attractive nor witty and asked repeatedly if a) we'd like to go home with them and b) what was under Kat's skirt.
Enter FEAR, stage left.
Ash and Kat dart across M Street and begin walking the other direction, towards GWU. Appx 5 minutes later, Ash and Kat encounter 2 rather good looking, very mildly intoxicated guys, aged appx 21. One declares, in a loud voice while staring directly at Ash "Wow, you're really hot! Come home with me right now!" Ash proceeds to walk calmly in the other direction while aforementioned guy yells over his shoulder "Come home with me so I can rape you!!!"
Now comes the piece de resistance of the evening. Ash and Kat are walking rather quickly down M Street towards GWU when suddenly the pass a shortish, foreign looking man aged appx. 30 WHO BEGINS TO FOLLOW THEM!!! Ash and Kat fear for their lives before asking, in very exasperated tones, if they can help the man find whatever he's looking for. I think the next part of this conversation can only be done in dialogue...
Ash: Uh...can I help you?
Turkish Guy: I think you can...
Ash: Uh...what are you looking for?
Turkish Guy: I'm looking for love! *Proceeds to wrap an arm around Ash's shoulders*
Ash: Well, I certainly can't help you with that! But maybe if you look down there *points down Thomas Jefferson Ave* you'll find it!
Turkish Guy: Why are you lying to me?!?
Ash: Why are you touching me?!?!
Somehow...no one died that night...and no one was raped...but I think the best way to sum up the evening was with a quote of Adam's this morning at breakfast, when he learned some of our escapades...
*Cocks head with a mildly pained look in eyes* Wow...I'm really glad I'm not a woman...
Last night Kat and I went to see Corpse Bride (excellent movie, I really do recommend it though I will warn you, it's creepy as all hell...even by Tim Burton's standards). So...it was an entirely innocent night...no alcohol, cocaine or acid was consumed, yet it still ended up being entirely amusing...
Let's just say that I forgot how ridiculous Georgetown can get late at night on a Friday...in cronological order...let's rehash the night, shall we?
-A very drunk, semi balding man approached Kat and I as we stood underneath a street light on Wisconsin...he proceeded to ask us if we wanted to get a cab with him...approximately 8 times...finally Kat snapped and said "Well, you can't get a cab here, but if you just walk up to the next block...I'm sure you can get one there" the man *giggled* and remained rooted in place...so Kat hailed a cab for him. After a few seconds of asking us if we wanted to ride home with him, he was finally away...thank you god.
-An entire cab full of moderately attractive guys pulled up to us, beginning the conversation with "Well heeeeeeellllllllllloooooooooo" to which Kat responded (very tactfully) "You're wasted." The leader of the posse proceeded to declare, rather fervently I might add, "No way! I'm sotally tober!!!!" Then, screamed, almost simultaneously at Kat and I was..."You're really fot!" and "I like your dress!!!"
At this point..Ash and Kat declare it to be faster to walk to Foggy Bottom/GWU and catch the metro....here is where the real fun begins...
On M Street, across the street from Georgetown Park Mall...Kat and Ash were assaulted by yet another cab full of really intoxicated men. These men were neither attractive nor witty and asked repeatedly if a) we'd like to go home with them and b) what was under Kat's skirt.
Enter FEAR, stage left.
Ash and Kat dart across M Street and begin walking the other direction, towards GWU. Appx 5 minutes later, Ash and Kat encounter 2 rather good looking, very mildly intoxicated guys, aged appx 21. One declares, in a loud voice while staring directly at Ash "Wow, you're really hot! Come home with me right now!" Ash proceeds to walk calmly in the other direction while aforementioned guy yells over his shoulder "Come home with me so I can rape you!!!"
Now comes the piece de resistance of the evening. Ash and Kat are walking rather quickly down M Street towards GWU when suddenly the pass a shortish, foreign looking man aged appx. 30 WHO BEGINS TO FOLLOW THEM!!! Ash and Kat fear for their lives before asking, in very exasperated tones, if they can help the man find whatever he's looking for. I think the next part of this conversation can only be done in dialogue...
Ash: Uh...can I help you?
Turkish Guy: I think you can...
Ash: Uh...what are you looking for?
Turkish Guy: I'm looking for love! *Proceeds to wrap an arm around Ash's shoulders*
Ash: Well, I certainly can't help you with that! But maybe if you look down there *points down Thomas Jefferson Ave* you'll find it!
Turkish Guy: Why are you lying to me?!?
Ash: Why are you touching me?!?!
Somehow...no one died that night...and no one was raped...but I think the best way to sum up the evening was with a quote of Adam's this morning at breakfast, when he learned some of our escapades...
*Cocks head with a mildly pained look in eyes* Wow...I'm really glad I'm not a woman...
22 September 2005
It seems today..all you see...is violence in movies and sex on TV...
So...yeah...fountains are cool...
Let me clarify..I am neither high nor drunk and I have some very good reasons for stating this...but first, let's travel back through time in my newly purchased diamond encrusted time machine.
Last July I was in one of my angsty-don't-quite-know-what-to-do-with-my-life moods. I was home alone and miserable and it started pouring and lightning outside. It was beautifully and miserably fitting. So...I went outside and sat under the alcove of my front door and just of stared at my middle class life. Then, I suddenly had the realization...I treated my life the way I treated the rain...I was watched my life just like I watched the storm, refusing to take part in it for fear of looking stupid or being struck by lightning. So in that split second I made a decision. After a second of agonizingly telling myself "IF I DON'T DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW, MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD WILL BE LOST FOREVER!!" I jumped out from underneath the alcove and DANCED IN THE RAIN. It was spectacular, amazing and punctuated by green lightning. Especially since cars slowed down and watched my utter insanity.
Let me just clarify...according to my roommate...I AM WHITER THAN DONALD TRUMP. I cannot dance. At all. Even when drunk. In fact...when I'm drunk...it's worse!
However...there's a method to my madness. Tonight, I had a similar experience. In a moment of utter abandon and just coolness, Kat (my roommate) and I decided to dance in a fountain. Fully clothed. IT WAS AMAZING. It was just one of the few moments of my life where I stopped caring what the world thought...stopped caring about the consequences of my action (aka possible rape or pneumonia) and just did what I wanted to do. I am happy like whoa.
Incidently...when we got back to Hughes, we were stuck in a elevator full of frat boys. UTTER SILENCE. I am still laughing, and it is hours and hours later. Mwahaha.
Let me clarify..I am neither high nor drunk and I have some very good reasons for stating this...but first, let's travel back through time in my newly purchased diamond encrusted time machine.
Last July I was in one of my angsty-don't-quite-know-what-to-do-with-my-life moods. I was home alone and miserable and it started pouring and lightning outside. It was beautifully and miserably fitting. So...I went outside and sat under the alcove of my front door and just of stared at my middle class life. Then, I suddenly had the realization...I treated my life the way I treated the rain...I was watched my life just like I watched the storm, refusing to take part in it for fear of looking stupid or being struck by lightning. So in that split second I made a decision. After a second of agonizingly telling myself "IF I DON'T DO SOMETHING RIGHT NOW, MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD WILL BE LOST FOREVER!!" I jumped out from underneath the alcove and DANCED IN THE RAIN. It was spectacular, amazing and punctuated by green lightning. Especially since cars slowed down and watched my utter insanity.
Let me just clarify...according to my roommate...I AM WHITER THAN DONALD TRUMP. I cannot dance. At all. Even when drunk. In fact...when I'm drunk...it's worse!
However...there's a method to my madness. Tonight, I had a similar experience. In a moment of utter abandon and just coolness, Kat (my roommate) and I decided to dance in a fountain. Fully clothed. IT WAS AMAZING. It was just one of the few moments of my life where I stopped caring what the world thought...stopped caring about the consequences of my action (aka possible rape or pneumonia) and just did what I wanted to do. I am happy like whoa.
Incidently...when we got back to Hughes, we were stuck in a elevator full of frat boys. UTTER SILENCE. I am still laughing, and it is hours and hours later. Mwahaha.
19 September 2005
I say don't you know...you say you don't know...
So...parents...yeah...they were here this weekend. It was a great deal of fun but somehow as we sat at dinner in Georgetown, we got to talking about my second grade year.
As you may or may not know, I consider 2nd grade to be my favourite year in all of my elementary years. I had the best teacher in the world (Mrs. Becker) who was the first person to really believe in me and whatever abilities I seemed to possess at the time (had her fooled, didn't I?) Oddly enough though...I think this was the year when my creativity really started flowing...for instance...upon being questioned on what the one thing in the world we wanted to have more than anything else...would anyone like to guess at what this was? I'll give you some hints...it was not the stereotypical "a TV in my room" or "a million dollars." So what was my response, you ask? Well...in short...in second grade, at approximately age 8, the one thing I genuinely wanted in the world..more than anything else...was, and I quote "to see the world though another person's eyes."
Exactly how fucked up was Ash as a young child? Very. Exactly how messed up is Ash as a young adult? Incredibly, considering the fact that my greatest ambition is still to see the world through the eyes of another. Actually though, my childhood ambition has grown and developed over the years and I think I understand the philosophical impact of my desire a bit more now...eleven years later.
However...this is not what I'm here to tell you about...I'm here to tell you about a story of woe, amusement and nothing but PAIN for all involved.
So..it was approximately December of 2nd grade and my clever teacher decided to have us write out what we wish we could give our parents for Christmas. I say clever because she must have realized the stress kids go through when they wonder what to get their parents when a) they have no money to spend and b) little to no drawing ability with which to make pretty pictures. Yay for Mrs. Becker. Interestingly enough...Mrs. Becker decided to invte the parents to a Christmas party in the classroom so the kids could present their presents with the papers we had written and coloured on...*insert weepy but happy "awwww" here*
There was actually a fairly good turnout, mostly mothers. Because let's face it, Ash grew up in upper middle class suburbia where wives drive SUVs and take care of the kids while the husband's drive BMWs and "take care" of their secretaries.
Now..if memory serves...both of my parents attended this event. Yay for being loved. So...after munching on way too much soda and cookies, we all took turns reading our little things and giving them to our parents. I was very excited about my paper, because I put a lot of thought into it and I figured out something that I thought my parents would both use and enjoy. I was very very pleased with myself. However, my last name being MacVeigh, I had to wait to go for quite a while. You can imagine that I was sitting on pins and needles the entire time. And while the other kids read off their presents (mostly consisting of blase and typical vacations or millions of dollars) I smirked knowingly, confident in my beliefs that mine was by far the most unique and useful present.
Would you all like to guess what my presents to my parents were? WOULD YOU?!?!?!?
MATCHING CALCULATORS. Yes, you read correctly. In 2nd grade, when given the opportunity to get my parents anything in the world, I chose to get them matching purple calculators.
WHAT THE HELL?!?! WHO DOES SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! In my own defense...let me present my reasoning to you...my mom is an accountant. My dad is an engineer who likes to calculate his money. I THOUGHT THEY WOULD LIKE THE CALCULATORS. The best part is I actually think that I said "My daddy would like a calculator because he likes to count money" in front of the entire class.
The sad part was...I didn't realize just how messed up this was until the very end. My parents were gaping at me with awe, shock and amazement. And while the rest of the kids got very polite and midly enthusiastic applause...what did I get? UTTER SILENCE. It probably took about 30 seconds for people to realize that an 8 year old had just chosen to give her parents calculators for Christmas and finally clap sporadically at best.
Oddly enough...I stand by my freakishly...eh...presents. My parents still love bringing it up every chance they get...particularly my mother...I don't think she's ever gotten over the shock of it...
So...today's lesson kids? Don't have kids. They'll get up in front of the class, imply that you're a horrible person by giving you a calculator for Christmas and then say "DADDY LIKES TO COUNT MONEY!" in front of their entire class.
Also...I feel like this event explains a lot of my current idiosyncrasies.
Cheers to utter insanity.
As you may or may not know, I consider 2nd grade to be my favourite year in all of my elementary years. I had the best teacher in the world (Mrs. Becker) who was the first person to really believe in me and whatever abilities I seemed to possess at the time (had her fooled, didn't I?) Oddly enough though...I think this was the year when my creativity really started flowing...for instance...upon being questioned on what the one thing in the world we wanted to have more than anything else...would anyone like to guess at what this was? I'll give you some hints...it was not the stereotypical "a TV in my room" or "a million dollars." So what was my response, you ask? Well...in short...in second grade, at approximately age 8, the one thing I genuinely wanted in the world..more than anything else...was, and I quote "to see the world though another person's eyes."
Exactly how fucked up was Ash as a young child? Very. Exactly how messed up is Ash as a young adult? Incredibly, considering the fact that my greatest ambition is still to see the world through the eyes of another. Actually though, my childhood ambition has grown and developed over the years and I think I understand the philosophical impact of my desire a bit more now...eleven years later.
However...this is not what I'm here to tell you about...I'm here to tell you about a story of woe, amusement and nothing but PAIN for all involved.
So..it was approximately December of 2nd grade and my clever teacher decided to have us write out what we wish we could give our parents for Christmas. I say clever because she must have realized the stress kids go through when they wonder what to get their parents when a) they have no money to spend and b) little to no drawing ability with which to make pretty pictures. Yay for Mrs. Becker. Interestingly enough...Mrs. Becker decided to invte the parents to a Christmas party in the classroom so the kids could present their presents with the papers we had written and coloured on...*insert weepy but happy "awwww" here*
There was actually a fairly good turnout, mostly mothers. Because let's face it, Ash grew up in upper middle class suburbia where wives drive SUVs and take care of the kids while the husband's drive BMWs and "take care" of their secretaries.
Now..if memory serves...both of my parents attended this event. Yay for being loved. So...after munching on way too much soda and cookies, we all took turns reading our little things and giving them to our parents. I was very excited about my paper, because I put a lot of thought into it and I figured out something that I thought my parents would both use and enjoy. I was very very pleased with myself. However, my last name being MacVeigh, I had to wait to go for quite a while. You can imagine that I was sitting on pins and needles the entire time. And while the other kids read off their presents (mostly consisting of blase and typical vacations or millions of dollars) I smirked knowingly, confident in my beliefs that mine was by far the most unique and useful present.
Would you all like to guess what my presents to my parents were? WOULD YOU?!?!?!?
MATCHING CALCULATORS. Yes, you read correctly. In 2nd grade, when given the opportunity to get my parents anything in the world, I chose to get them matching purple calculators.
WHAT THE HELL?!?! WHO DOES SOMETHING LIKE THAT?! In my own defense...let me present my reasoning to you...my mom is an accountant. My dad is an engineer who likes to calculate his money. I THOUGHT THEY WOULD LIKE THE CALCULATORS. The best part is I actually think that I said "My daddy would like a calculator because he likes to count money" in front of the entire class.
The sad part was...I didn't realize just how messed up this was until the very end. My parents were gaping at me with awe, shock and amazement. And while the rest of the kids got very polite and midly enthusiastic applause...what did I get? UTTER SILENCE. It probably took about 30 seconds for people to realize that an 8 year old had just chosen to give her parents calculators for Christmas and finally clap sporadically at best.
Oddly enough...I stand by my freakishly...eh...presents. My parents still love bringing it up every chance they get...particularly my mother...I don't think she's ever gotten over the shock of it...
So...today's lesson kids? Don't have kids. They'll get up in front of the class, imply that you're a horrible person by giving you a calculator for Christmas and then say "DADDY LIKES TO COUNT MONEY!" in front of their entire class.
Also...I feel like this event explains a lot of my current idiosyncrasies.
Cheers to utter insanity.
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