I simply moved this from the front page to make room. By the way, I'm a sociology major, and I think I'll be doing my junior/senior thesis on friendship (from a sociobiological perspective). Speaking of Junior Senior, I should be going to see them (along with Electric Six) tonight!
This Is Just To Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so coldWilliam Carlos Williams
This Is Just Too Hot Last night I crept into your room and took pictures of your bare extremities The money I have acquired from posting them online abounds Forgive me, please for I meant no harm And anyway I took pictures of my own extremities too ~
To kick off this long due entry, I shall paste for you a portion of an email. Dan was inspired to share with me a portion of a William Carlos Williams piece (see previous entry :), and I decided to be obnoxious! Fun for the whole family! The bits with triangle brackets are him. Hope you enjoy:
>I'm going to shift literary here: > >--through metaphor to reconcile >the people and the stones. >Compose. (No ideas >but in things) Invent! >Saxifrage is my flower that splits >the rocks. > > - William Carlos Williams, "A Sort of Song" > >(I had to look up saxifrage; it's a low-dwelling plant >that grows in crevices and up through rock and so >forth. Sounds like something I spend my mornings >weeding.) I'm going to take a Pants in the Freezer approach: "A Sort of Biological Function" --through breath to deliver the oxygen and the life Inhale. (No hemoglobin but in cells) Exhale! Th lungs are the flowers that split the windpipe.
My comrade Ben here at C.O.W. has two radio shows! One of them is on Tuesdays from 2-4am, and Yin and I are often stupid enough to be up that late.
Once I was a guest on Ben's radio show, and I read my extremities poem, along with one called "Pants In the Freezer".
It was last night
When I put my pants
Into the freezer
For the night.
There they sat
Cool and dry
Like the meat and vegetables
That did accompany them
I was dismayed
When, this morning
I took them out and donned them
And Mom still called them hot pants.
Last night, I wrote some poems on AIM and sent them to Ben, suggesting that he read them on the air. He declined to read this particularly good one:
Asparagus in summer
Yeah, so, our school's production of Oklahoma! has been shown five times, and we're done. This may mean that I can stop living at school (8 months and I'd probably have to start paying rent). Next year I will be attending the College of Wooster (aka "Bagpipe Land") in Wooster, Ohio. My senioritis has kicked in fully.
Know what we did in biology last week? We learned how to operate a sphegmomomometer (erm, uh, the thing the nurse wraps around your arm and puffs up to take your blood pressure), and the stethoscope to go with it. My body presented two problems: 1) it turns out that my arm is too narrow for the standard adult size sphmegmolometer. It sort of fit when pumped up. 2) We tried two stethoscopes, but my pulse was nowhere to be found.
I have come to the conclusion that I am dead.~
I have, so far, been accepted to Hiram, Allegheny, College of Wooster, Cornell, and Beloit. This leaves only St. Mary's College of MD. : ) Beloit is the first one that wasn't sort of a given (the others had SAT scores lower than mine, and/or I had multiple fabulous interviews with them), so that's good. Now all I need is a financial statement from Wooster and Beloit, which are the two I'd like to go to the most. But this means that now I get to go and visit Cornell in Iowa and Beloit in Wisconsin.
Hello! Long time no enter. One would think that a lack of entries would mean that I have a life, but I don't. I do however, have pre-carpal tunnel, as well as band or vocal rehearsals at least 3 days a week. I also have the complete Monty Python's Flying Circus collection on DVD. Thanks, dad! Now don't buy any more. : )
My knee hurts. I think I tore something small in it while a while ago being a Banana Bandit. But it feels better today because I am not continually walking on it, and the consequential swelling in my lower right leg has gone down. Yesterday night, after a day of walking around at school with a tight elastic bandage, my leg became swollen, a tourniquet effect, I think. I noticed because when I took off my right sock, the top of the sock left marks, and there weren't any on my other ankle... I looked and realized my ankle, foot, leg, and toes were all bigger on one side. It was a little scary.
Two weeks ago, my friend Kate, who is enrolled in the Leadership class, was commissioned to write the screenplay for a small skit for Friday Morning Cougar TV. It was an infomercial telling kids to clean up after themselves during open lunch, because otherwise we will have to sit in the cafeteria in 4 different lunch periods, taking away our opportunities to be with all of our friends, have club meetings, take tests, and to litter the hallways. And be with all our friends.
Today was Jason's first "Music Club" meeting. It was meant to be a discussion group, for the most part, discussing music-related issues. It was very disorganized. Jason has qualms with being a leader. I asked him whether I could take control of it, and he, being desperate, let me. I made everyone sit down and shut up, and, "I propose that we use an Object of Speakingness! It will be this butterfly paper clip!" the people actually waited their turn to speak. I'm wondering how long this will last.
I'm hoping to be voted to the female position/title of "Marches to Own Drum," which will go in the yearbook. And I have an extra incentive: Katy thinks she's going to win, and she has a VERY good chance, because she dresses very... uniquely. I knew this in the first place. But we talked, and she said she expected to win (this was ok). She said, "You should win it." I said, "I should!" and she said, "... But you won't." I didn't like that. So, out of spite, I'm asking some extra people. : )
I think I am now the official band janitor. A coupla weeks ago, I cleaned and swept the instrument room, which was nasty. I cleaned up an old, sticky puddle of coffee/jello/stuff-no-one-remembers-what-is with math homework stuck in it, as well as the sink, and I keep it up. I went through the lost & found today. I found some canned food. And a sweatshirt I left on the band bus. And a summer reading book I just recently paid the library for...
I also put car air fresheners in my and Justine's lockers. Flowery fresh.
My decent acquaintance Mike (little brother of Joanna, and friend of my friend Geoff, who is Megan's little brother--small social world, eh?), at my friend Mark's joke suggestion, set fire to a metal bathroom trashcan using Walter's lighter. Someone ratted on them, and they will probably all be expelled. I'm a little sad, but especially for Mark, since he's very sweet, and more of a follower than a leader...
Check out old Incubus if you like fast, groovy music.
Slacker Sy has gotten back online. I check my email about once every two weeks. This summer has been so very busy, what with summer school and now day band camp at school! This year, I'm not a section leader (I didn't try out), but I'm more involved with band activities (boooring :). I'm also not playing flute or pic this year (yes, yes, ONE TIME, AT BAND CAMP...); I'm playing mellophone, which looks like a big trumpet and sounds rather like a french horn. In theory, I've been playing it for 3 months, but in actuality, that's how long I've had one in my possession. Anyway, to make a long story short, this is my first brass endeavour, and it's going terribly. I can't play worth a poop, and after about 5 minutes I have a funky-looking circular indent on my lips. However, no one's complained yet (me being the big exception to that rule). I told out director that I was really having trouble hitting anything in the 2nd octave, and didn't yet have the muscles to play effectively. He told me I was being too hard on myself. When I asked whether there were any alternatives, his face took on a pained expression and he tentatively suggested I play the bass guitar part on a synthesizer. I'll tell you one thing: puppy dog face have little to no effect on me. But Mr. H looking troubled or disappointed stabs me right in the heart for some reason. I looked over the bass music, went back and sort squeaked, "I guess I'll stay on mellophone."
We began marching the field show drill yesterday. It's very fast and very demanding. My pulse got abnormally fast, which I think is a bad thing.
Right now I have a headache. It may of may not be related to the fact that I scarfed down two of my mother's delicious fajitas. Email me, and I'll send you one.
Odd, pointless, time-wasting, cool site: www.jotto.com.
My college list has been narrowed down to about 26. I'm about to kick Clark U (good school, especially for psych) off the list because its campus is so damned ugly.
You've got to be
This is the first time for about 3 months that I have paid any attention to thots.html! I have been in summer school, taking my 12th grade math. My senior year (which starts in 3 weeks), I will have extra science, which should be much fun. I went to New England for a week and a half right after school got out. I saw one of my best guy buddies for 3 full days, among other people. Fun. I saw Clerks for the first time, and yet again was unimpressed by Kevin Smith's work. However, Jason Lee is one sexy papa, and he made Mallrats and Dogma worthwhile films. And... Sy has to get offline so's her mom can call her sister. Ciao!~
Filler text was needed for a very stupid Computer Applications project. I came up with this poem. It is tragic, but with an unexpected twist in the end!
Mein Kampf
My life was but a farce
I wanted to be part of the farce
And here I am now,
I never knew what I had until I got it.
Sy has sunk so low as to write a mere blog!
I woke up this morning and got pissed soon afterwards (pissed as in ticked, not drunk. In this case, at least. ; ) It turns out that my mother had decided to give Steve at L&L a call last week. She had decided that I was interested in working there, and that I would surely give him a call and set up an interview date. Surely. So now I am burdened with the task of calling Steve to tell him how uninterested I am in having a job at an instrument repair shop. It's simply too dark for my tastes. I think I'll go apply at one of the nearby plant nurseries. They get more customers, it's a more mindless job, and it's near my school (I'm planning on taking a course during summer school. I know I shall regret it, but for the moment, it's a great plan). Grr.
I just had an odd conversation with a total stranger online (an' they don't get much stranger than him, giggle snort). He got the wrong idea immediately, and pursued an idea. Idea: "This person who has just IMed me is a goth! A goth-wannabe, at that! A pretender! Oh, how crude!" Hey, wanna see?
Greetings from computer class! My, is first period stimulating. Or rather: My, is first period stimulating? Actually, I suppose Computer Applications is a nice class to have first period, as it requires little thought. The work is dull and redundant. We learn nothing, nothing, I tell you!
It's been a loooong time since I last did any sort of updating to my page! Lemme just say it's been a stressful year (busy, busy, busy <<< and if you get that, you read strange things).
Cool!!!
Is like Joe Strummer
That guy from The Clash
With the terrible rash
Asparagus in fall
Is not bad at all
But it's out of season
Just like Liam Neeson
Asparagus in winter
Is like a fibreglass splinter
It's long and it's sharp
And fiesty like carp
Asparagus in spring
Is a beautiful thing
But I still don't like it
'Cause it tastes like crap
~
Sun, April 21, 2002
OH DEAR
Mon, March 4, 2002
COLLEGES!
I'd like to share the beginning of the cool and personal acceptance letter I received from Beloit:
"Dear [Sy],
"Congratulations! It gives me great pleasure to offer you a place in the Class of 2006 at Beloit College. The creativity you show in all of your expressions, whether in leading the fight against shoes or for Martian colonies, is quite impressive. This ability to articulate your vision, whether structured or abstract, etc, etc...."
"*piggie snort* Articulate!" -- George Costanza~
Sun, Feb 10, 2002
OLD TEXT FILES-SPLIT PERSONALITIES
In case you were wondering, I have applied to 6 colleges: Allegheny C, Beloit C, C of Wooster, Cornell C, Hiram C, and St. Mary's C of MD. I visited Hiram, Wooster, and Allegheny. I had the most FABULOUS time at Allegheny because I sort of fell into a great host with friends EXACTLY like mine. I really hated the college, though; it's swarming with preps. Hiram is VERY little, which I love. Wooster is loaded, but also expensive, so I probably won't be going there. The College of Wooster is lovely, though. Incredibly cool. And has a good music program.
Anyway, while waiting for my mom to get off the phone (in which we learned that my grandmother has a benign brain tumor the size of a walnut), I looked through some old emails, always willing to clean house (clean computer, anyway; the house is an entirely different matter!). I have a lot of things I edited and sent to myself. One of them was a cryptic, context-less message:
Hello. My name is Jenny, Maura, and Christie. I have been a schizophrenic all our lives. I know I need therapy, but I can't afford it! I really hate being 3 different people. When Maura takes me, she goes out on the town and hands out rubber chickens to passing strangers. And that's just the beginning! She also dances on tabletops at restaurants until she gets accosted by rich, fat,old "gentlemen" who seem to have a little more than dinner on their minds. And then she comes home, gets drunk, and conks out. And then Christie wakes up with a hangover....she pukes in the toilet, when she makes it on time. Then when she gets up, she turns on the radio and tries to have conversations with the DJ. Honestly! It's frightening. Then, when he/she doesn't respond, she shouts various four letter words at the radio, and then she throws my good china at it, and stomps on it. I go through this at least once a week! Help me, Robbie, what should I do?
~~~Jenny
I *think* I wrote it. I'm not quite sure. Do you like it?~
Tues. December 6, 2001
O' QUOTABLE DAY
pyrex fish: what should I be setting for my dpi for a pretty printout?
pyrex fish: and I still hate you, by the way...
shoryu: depends what type of output your printer is capable of
pyrex fish: paper, I think....
...pyrex fish: how should I know these things?
shoryu: exactly
shoryu: you are a windoze user
pyrex fish: you are useless
shoryuu: you are living in an enforced stupidity world
shoryu: yet i am so useful
pyrex fish: and you live in a pimp-enforced world
pyrex fish: so there we are.
shoryu: yet i am no pimp
pyrex fish: I know. I was calling you a whore.
Florida's main exports are oranges and geriatrics.~
Sat. November 3, 2001
MY KNEE HURTS
Anyway, I was to be the dancing Banana Queen of the Banana Bandits. I was dressed in all black, with black gloves and black fishnets coming out of my black clam diggers (into yellow chucks!), and I had a gold cape along with the Banana Bandit tall, pointy, yellow hat. I danced crazily, and when people (well, a person) comes around the corner, we throw bananas on the floor, and the person slips. Garbageman (garbed in butterfly tights, a Dunkin Donuts bag hat, a garbage bag with a "G", and wielding a net) comes and beats up the BBs and lectures to the camera. Very funny.
Anyway, there was a problem with the audio, and they had to reshoot it. I, having already sacrificed one anatomy period, was not involved. A girl named Dawn replaced me, and did not understand that it was supposed to be completely stupid and goofy. She tried some "real", wimpy, pathetic, club-style groovy dancing, and apparently it was not funny at all (and she didn't have a gold cape!). The rest of the banana people forgot their bananas, so there were no bananas to slip on. Grr. But on the up side, it was so terrible that they didn't show it.
Confusing conversation:
pyrex fish: help me, I broke apart my insides!
PantherDL: help me, i've got no soul to sell!
pyrex fish: help me, the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself! *runs*
pyrex fish: OH GOD, I'M STILL HERE!
Embalming, in brief: /md2/Syspage/devol/10.html~
Sat. August 25, 2001
FOR THE SAKE Of UPDATING 2
so good to me
You've got to be HILIKUS!~
Sun. August 12, 2001
FOR THE SAKE OF UPDATING
Fri. May 18, 2001
NEW POEM: MY LIFE STORY (ANOTHER ONE)
A farce with no costumes
Well, maybe a few
These costumes tended to be
Of the Mardi Gras sort.
And to be accepted
But alas, it was not to be.
When I failed and was rejected,
I took to the streets of Philadelphia
and devoted my life
To collecting soda cans and feeding
Pigeons
Working for this distinguished
Newspaper,
A revered poet
~Margaret There
Ah, nothing like a refreshing story of self-rejection. It's beautiful. Corroborating witnesses:
Nanni 0gg: and see the seemingly conflicting lines: #1, verse 1; #1, verse 2
Nanni 0gg: it is self-rejection!
Nanni 0gg: oh, brilliant, Sy, brilliant!
Nanni 0gg: sssike
PeddlerOfDeath: hahaha~
Mon. April 9, 2001
SY DOES A BLOG
Nanni 0gg: hi
BenFoldsBurt: hello
Nanni 0gg: how are ya?
BenFoldsBurt: I'm fine, how are you?
Nanni 0gg: lovely,
Nanni 0gg: I was wondering whether I might borrow your soul
BenFoldsBurt: grodie
BenFoldsBurt: stop trying to be something you're not
BenFoldsBurt: why do you want my soul?
Nanni 0gg: just for kicks
Nanni 0gg: literally
BenFoldsBurt: gross
Nanni 0gg: soccer
Nanni 0gg: grodie?
BenFoldsBurt: that too
Nanni 0gg: pardon?
BenFoldsBurt: eww, you're too pretend-morbid to understand happy words
Nanni 0gg: oh, no, it's just my new pick up line
Nanni 0gg: lol
BenFoldsBurt: what? "grodie? pardon?"
BenFoldsBurt: I don't understand
Nanni 0gg: what's a grodie?
BenFoldsBurt: eww, you don't understand
BenFoldsBurt: go back to hot topic
Nanni 0gg: I've never been there
BenFoldsBurt: right
Nanni 0gg: look at my profile... is that morbid?
BenFoldsBurt: sounds to me like you bought your personality there
Nanni 0gg: you're in a goth-hating mood, aren't ya
BenFoldsBurt: I'm just in a hating mood overall :-)
Nanni 0gg: the happy face was a nice touch, there
BenFoldsBurt: so was the misplaced comma
Nanni 0gg: not misplaced, just optional
BenFoldsBurt: not optional, just wrong
Nanni 0gg: and *you* misused "like"
Nanni 0gg: so don't go snapping at me
BenFoldsBurt: but the misuse of like is common
BenFoldsBurt: so it's ok
Nanni 0gg: um, no
BenFoldsBurt: it's built into my vernacular :-)
Nanni 0gg: errgh! cheap prostitute!
Someone please tell me the meaning of this "grodie". Who are they, and why do they want my lunchbox?~
Fri. March 23, 2001
CHEMISTRY & THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO
This may be the first time I’ve actually tried to make this page live up to its title. So, what has been happening in my life lately? Last week I went out with a friend and his friend and his friend. My friend left, so I was left with the friend and his friend. The friend’s friend was very shy. It turned out a few days later that he is a friggin’ loony. I shall see him again.
After a beautiful start to a new semester with saner, better teachers…. well, better anyway… I have begun to sink back into my old rut. Fortunately only partway. I am now actually willing to stay up late to do homework after say, sleeping all day. Last semester, this was not the case.
Last semester, my major problem was chemistry—the teacher. The teacher has seniority points, but no sanity points; she is what One saw below when One flew over the cuckoo’s nest. She tries to administer punishments deemed illegal by the Board of Education, like rote work. When a friend of mine saw what she was doing and pointed this out, her eyes widened dangerously and she smiled. “I’ll see you at lunch,” she said. My poor Julia got a good tongue-lashing. This is what happens when people accidentally prove themselves smarter than a so-called superior.
May I recommend a book? At a former teacher’s suggestion, I read the Count of Monte Cristo. (The cool thing was that I had actually bought it the summer before for 70 cents at a Goodwill because it sounded famous.) Yeah, so, I read it. It is good. You should read it. It’s about a nice man, Dante, who is sent to a prison (the Chateau d’If, I believe) on a small island after some very not cool people make false accusations behind his back. Dante does not know why he has been sent to prison. In any case, he eventually gets escapes, and gets a truckload of money as a result of his friendship with another prisoner. He spends the rest of his life as a creepy, rich man seeking revenge on those who betrayed him.
It’s a very romantic book, as well as very strange. GET IT.
And here I leave you, to go college-surfing. I shall return.~
Wed. March 21, 2001
I DO NOT WORK AT DOLLAR TREE, YOU INFIDELS!
Well, one weekend, I felt inspired to write a rave. It was a wonderful feeling, obviously not one I've had much within the past 6 months or so... in any case, I never finished it. It's sat in my wordprocessor fermenting, and I have decided to call it an unfinished masterpiece. Um, yes, so if you have a good ending, tell me?
Read it!!!
"Excuse me, do you know if you have any blue napkins? All I could find were red and yellow," said a pleasant-voiced woman to my right. I looked up from the cheap cookies I was inspecting, and looked at her in bewilderment. What makes you think I know where the napkins are, o' pleasant-voiced woman? "Um," I ventured. My mother to the rescue. "Oh, she doesn't work here." My body flooded with relief. "Yeah. Happens all the time." I smiled. "You're #6 so far at this store." The woman laughed, slightly pink, and the three of us chatted gaily about how silly she was, but wasn't because it's such a popular misconception that I'm an employee of Dollar Tree. This is fairly new on the Popular Misconceptions about Sy list. Here it is as it stands now:
Popular Misconceptions about Sy
1) She is on drugs.
2) She is a vegetarian.
3) She is Jewish.
4) She can show you where to find buckets; in fact, she LIKES to show you where to fund buckets, especially is you have a thick African accent that she cannot understand.
Now, I actually can understand the cause of that instance; I was sitting on the floor. I suppose anyone sitting on the floor counting our small, multicolored, plastic rocks is just begging to "help" someone. But standing there looking at hair clippies? No! I do not know whether we have any more deodorant! I am not even ‘we'! I am *I*, Sy Lowell and excuse me, for I must hurry to Aisle Six before all the canned asparagus is gone! Sheesh.
P.S - "infidel" -- Don't tell my mommy I used it inappropriately!
Sat. Jan. 6, 2001
KUDZU IN MEDICINE
"Kudzu Vine is a wild plant, that grows in many Asiatic countries. From ancient times to the present days, the root of Kudzu has been commonly used in Far Eastern culture as a food, rich source of starch and as an effective remedy in natural medicine. It helps digestion, reduces blood pressure, treats colds, intestinal ailments, and ALCOHOLISM with all of its resulting health problems. When Kudzu is present in a diet, it also prevents anyone from falling into an alcohol addiction. Starch derived from Kudzu Root contains a high amount of iron, a fair portion of calcium and phosphorus, and a little sodium. Interestingly, it has more calories per gram than honey, but unlike honey,which is quick burning sugar, Kudzu is a long sustaining source of energy in an organism. A recent research made in Medical School of Harvard confirmed that Kudzu reduces craving for alcohol as much as 90%. Daidzin, isoflavone is a compound of Kudzu that causes repression of alcohol consumption. Presently many others Universities work on that issue, like Southern Illinois University Carbondale and University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. The extraordinary results of the use of Kudzu Root gives a hope to many who suffer from an alcohol addiction and to their families." http://www.pathcom.com/~bioplus/root.htm
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