LillyCat's Page O' Stuff
I don't update nearly as often as I should. I need to change the color scheme. I need a job. I need money. Please, send money.
7/28/04
Graduation was lovely. Now Smith is over.
We moved to DC and I have a job, officially working for The Man, doing things I don't really understand, making enough money to get by. I'm one of the lucky few.
4/25/04
Wow... two updates in one month. Amazing.
That bastard gave me an F on the paper, which I am too tired to contest. Maybe I'll deal with it after graduation, if it isn't too late.
Catherine and I found a lovely apartment in Arlington, which opens mid-June. I'm still waiting to hear about jobs.
4/10/04
An update for all: This semester has been nasty. After getting extensions for last semester's classes (car accident, and all), I finished up my work over J-term. At the end of February I got an email from one of my professors in which he said that he thought I was not the author of my final paper. I met with him, he was nasty (and didn't recognize me), and he said that my paper was "too polished" to be the work of a student. He decided to bring the matter to the Honor Board (which he was supposed to do in the first place... that meeting should never have happened). It was basically my word against his, and I had to scramble to come up with a shitload of evidence, which sucked the big one 'cause I'd thrown out pretty much everything. After weeks and weeks of forever, I spoke before the Honor Board and they decided that I do my own work (there's a shocker).
My grade for the class just came in, though, and the bastard gave me a C (the rest of my work had been in the A-/B+ range), which means he took it upon himself to punish me even though the board ruled in my favor. I haven't gotten the paper back yet, but I have a nasty feeling that he gave me a D- on it. Either that, or he drastically dropped my grade for attendence, which makes no sense because a) I went to class and b) he didn't even know who I was, so how the fuck could he know if I was in class or not?
The whole thing makes me a very angry T-Rex.
Spring break was lame. Instead of going to Vegas or somewhere else fabulous, I got to go to SC and have my wisdom teeth yanked out. I loved getting to spend time with my darling mommy and her silly friends, and my long-lost high school friends, but, honestly, who likes oral surgery?
I'm probably moving to DC after graduation. I have several good job leads and there's a good chance that Catherine will be working on the Hill. We've been checking out potential apartments on the online and drive down to check stuff out next weekend. I'm poor, but don't want to live in the ghetto.
Keep our fingers crossed for me.
7/25/03
Goddamn its been a long time. I apparently forgot about my own existance or something. I just (last night) got back from 4 weeks in Australia, during which I looked at many pretty rocks, learned a few choice phrases, spent significant amounts of time pissed off my tit, and had very little drama. For the rest of the summer I'm living with Catherine in her beautiful wonderful apartment in Noho, but first there's road-tripping to be had! We're driving down to Houston, making many strange stops along the way. Sometimes I turn into angry t-rex. And apparently I am a ho-biscuit.
1/15/03
New year, but that's about it. I'll be 21 in 11 days and plan to get smashingly drunk. Coincidentally, my b-day is on Superbowl Sunday this year and the Eagles might make it! That's something I never thought I'd say. Not 'cause I have no faith in the Eagles, but because I don't generally give a rat's ass about football.
I killed Iverson (my darling fishie) today while attempting to change his water before the long haul up from Philly to Northampton. He lept over the little green strainer-thingy and into the drain, where he was temporarily suspended until I tried to rescue him, at which point I accidentally assisted his inevitable descent. Theresa &Co tried to take apart the pipes, first in a rescue attempt, and then in an effort to reclaim his mortal remains. Then they broke said pipes and a plumber was called. Iverson remains missing and is mourned more than any fish should be.
So goes it.
11/23/02
Enter meaningful update here.
9/10/02
Summer came and went... I worked at the YMCA day camp in Berwyn, PA, and made some cash, which then mysteriously dissapeared. I had a group of 8-year-old girls, and I never want to have children.
Now I'm attempting five academic classes: Calculus, Physics, International Politics, Politics of Tourism, and Recent American Writing. I'm also taking an aqua aerobics class, which makes my boobs hurt.
Did I mention Catherine's back? She didn't get any weird cooties or anything. The two of us have a really cute suite in Northrop that we're using as a mini-apartment. Our bedroom is beautiful and red, and the study/lounge is undecorated ('cause I'm a dumb shit). We got a sofa at Salvation army that turned out to be too small and probably flea-infested.
5/10/02
I'm done!!! I'm officially halfway through college now, assuming I actually passed everthing. I'm tired, but still vibrating from excessive amounts of Diet Coke. Rrraaarrrrr!
4/22/02
Y'know, I really hate it when the internet is down and the phones are broken and I have no money and no car and no friends. That was my weekend, and it sucked. I played minesweeper for hours - pathetic. Everything's all better now, though. I'm not looking forward to finals, but I can't wait for the semester to be over. I'm tired, and I want to nap all summer.
Mmm...summer. It was 90 last week, and I wore shorts for the first time since about 4th grade. Today it was supposed to snow, but was just cold and wet and rainy. And I had lab, which involved spending a few hours slogging around a wet field in very soggy cold shoes. I really don't like New England very much. My feet absolutely hate it.
4/19/02
Things here are bad right now. The entire campus is being consumed by issues about racism and homophobia and classism. The word "reactionary" comes to mind, actually. "Please be aware" is quickly degressing into "let's all get together and kill whitey." I hate this. I also don't understand how anyone can say that Smith College is homophobic. Give me a fucking break. This place is a little bubble of liberal, in already liberal New England, and they're trying to tell me that I can never understand the horrible acts of discrimination that go on here. I feel ill.
Please share your thoughts about this in the forum. I won't tell you to shut up, even though that's what everyone at Smith seems to be so fond of telling me...
4/13/02
Wow. I put up the counter last night just for shits and giggles, and in less than 24 hours it got to 114. I feel popular! If people would start playing with the forum too, I'd feel really special.
4/12/02
I now have a forum, which is very exciting. I'm also moving soon, because Angelfire blows. You hear that, you bastards?!? I think you suck.
There is much angst in my life about my future, and why I'm wishing I'd gone to music school instead of real college. I don't want to have to decide the rest of my life yet. At least the weather's nice, and my mom is sending me a book called "Walter, The Farting Dog."
Everyone should <3 Eric.
3/10/02
There is something snowy blowing around outside my window and I'm wearing a summery naked dress. I hate New England. Last night it was beautiful and rainy and it thundered a bit, and Sid and Katja and I went outside and Sid ran around with a kite in the miniquad, and everything was wonderful and perfect. My hair curled from the humidity.
I had a sleepover with them Friday night, which made me very happy. We watched Sex and the City and I drank yummy V8Splash and vodka and all was right with the world. I have wonderful friends. Ginna and Amelia came by, and brought us cheeseburgers and daffodils.
My cello is no longer confined to Sage. I actually liberated it, and have been playing every day. It makes my arms and my back and my fingers hurt, but in a very good way, like I'm waking up.
Someone is mad at me for a very stupid reason, and I absolutely do not care. Right now there's a long sad thing written on my white board, and I don't really want to have anything to do with other people's problems.
3/5/02
I worked on "mirror, mirror" a little and added a bit of stuff I wrote.
File under: D'oh!
I had no idea the March first came right after February 28th! This caused massive confusion and chemistry-induced panic. I hated Chemistry in high school when I had horrible Ms. Jones and then someone else awful, whose name I can't even remember. The second one said "um" a lot. My chemistry professor now is very enthusiastic, and plays with liquid nitrogen in class, but I still hate chemistry, just on the principle of the matter. I'm also bad at it, and I don't like being bad at things.
All I want is hot and wet. Summer rain, and air so thick you drink it. I don't want to be in New England. I'm sick of Smithies at the moment, too, which doesn't help. I want to be so many different places, so many different times, none of then here or now. The sky is clear and beautiful today, which lulls me into thinking that it might be warm outside, when it is actually so cold that my bones hurt.
Catherine's actually been able to get online recently, which makes me very, very happy.
2/25/02
Catherine called this morning at 6:30-ish. She called a few times and I kept picking up the phone and hearing weird noises and hanging up, until finally it rang and I picked up and I heard her voice. I feel like a schmuck for not recognizing it, but, honestly, it's not like I was expecting a call. I watched the sun rise while we talked, and now I'm awake and showered and have time to do laundry before class. The last time I saw 6:30 it was a "haven't slept yet" kind of situation. I like this a lot better, even though I'm exhausted from talking to my mommy until very late last night.
