I almost missed one of the most important traditions in my life. Some time last year Tara started us on Rabbit Rabbit. When the last day of the month ends, the first thing you say in the new month should be Rabbit Rabbit. For good luck of course.
If you could stop making fun of me I'd appreciate it.
I had a minor freak out on the phone with Katie because I thought I'd missed it. Thankfully I didn't. So far all two days of the month have been pretty good.
The best Rabbit Rabbit moment in my life was at the end of the last school year. Christina, Noelle, Andrea and I were at Estate, a club in Boston, and waited for the clock to turn in the middle of a smoky, laser divided room where techno blared behind us. Some guy started talking so I told him to shut up and that didn't make him happy. Some people just don't get it.
Have a good month!
Showing posts with label 426. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 426. Show all posts
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
426 reunites with some changes.
Aaaaand we're back.
Last night was the first night everyone who was supposed to be in 426 was in 426. Michelle, after a temporary lapse in judgment for two semesters, has returned and I am loving every second of it. She still loves pizza bites. She still color coordinates her room. She still loves squirrels. Everything in the world is right again. She moved into my old room and worked her magic to make it look like a more luxurious walk-in closet as opposed to the department store fitting room it looked like when I lived in there. I moved into Tara's old room and have made some changes. I put my sheet over the window to make it more cave-like/mimic romantic lighting during the day. I also purchased a lovely black couch with a super soft blanket-for-two and two pillows. Noelle and I spent about 40 minutes assembling it today. It was extremely difficult but a slew of curse words and several beads of sweat later a beautiful, sturdy masterpiece appeared before us.
Me: Noelle, you should sleep on it tonight!
Noelle: Ah, yes. Sleep on the fruits of our labor.
We have been enjoying those fruits all night long. Christina, Noelle and I were joined by Michelle and Louis for some quality, trash-tv time. Today was the first day of classes so we are all a little drained. Granted, I didn't have any classes today.... but I still worked hard on the new decor of my room.
The second new edition to 426 is Sooah, a South Korean native participating in the intensive English language program here at BU. She arrived yesterday morning, much to our surprise. She was one of the last to move in so we (or rather, I) assumed she wouldn't be coming. Prior to yesterday morning, speculations of deportation and tragedies involving falling off the edge of boats began forming. She doesn't even have Facebook, so we really had no information about her. Not even an e-mail address. Her aunt, who lives in Boston, helped her move in. Poor Sooah hardly speaks a word of English. We all introduced ourselves at various times throughout the day. When it was my turn, I approached her with my arm out and said, "Hi! I'm Maria!" She stared at me warily for a few seconds and then weakly grabbed my fingers with her tiny, cold hands. "Sooah." It is difficult to know exactly how much of what we say she understands.
Last night after dinner, Christina finally arrived, the last in the room missing. We all cracked open a some beers and made our first cheers together in 2008.
"2008, let's lose some weight!"
"2008, it's gonna be great!"
"2008, maybe go on a date!"
The last toast was apparently the favorite because everyone let out a loud cheer, hit beer cans and started drinking. Christina decided to extend an offer to Sooah, who was sitting in Noelle's room opposite mine. She brought her beer into the room and we all listened anxiously as Christina extended the beer in front of Sooah, opened her eyes widely, pointed at the beer and stated loudly and firmly "American beer." Sooah declined this offer and continued unpacking her belongings. Christina came back after concluding that Sooah had no idea what was in the can.
Thus began Spring semester 2008 in room 426.
Last night was the first night everyone who was supposed to be in 426 was in 426. Michelle, after a temporary lapse in judgment for two semesters, has returned and I am loving every second of it. She still loves pizza bites. She still color coordinates her room. She still loves squirrels. Everything in the world is right again. She moved into my old room and worked her magic to make it look like a more luxurious walk-in closet as opposed to the department store fitting room it looked like when I lived in there. I moved into Tara's old room and have made some changes. I put my sheet over the window to make it more cave-like/mimic romantic lighting during the day. I also purchased a lovely black couch with a super soft blanket-for-two and two pillows. Noelle and I spent about 40 minutes assembling it today. It was extremely difficult but a slew of curse words and several beads of sweat later a beautiful, sturdy masterpiece appeared before us.
Me: Noelle, you should sleep on it tonight!
Noelle: Ah, yes. Sleep on the fruits of our labor.
We have been enjoying those fruits all night long. Christina, Noelle and I were joined by Michelle and Louis for some quality, trash-tv time. Today was the first day of classes so we are all a little drained. Granted, I didn't have any classes today.... but I still worked hard on the new decor of my room.
The second new edition to 426 is Sooah, a South Korean native participating in the intensive English language program here at BU. She arrived yesterday morning, much to our surprise. She was one of the last to move in so we (or rather, I) assumed she wouldn't be coming. Prior to yesterday morning, speculations of deportation and tragedies involving falling off the edge of boats began forming. She doesn't even have Facebook, so we really had no information about her. Not even an e-mail address. Her aunt, who lives in Boston, helped her move in. Poor Sooah hardly speaks a word of English. We all introduced ourselves at various times throughout the day. When it was my turn, I approached her with my arm out and said, "Hi! I'm Maria!" She stared at me warily for a few seconds and then weakly grabbed my fingers with her tiny, cold hands. "Sooah." It is difficult to know exactly how much of what we say she understands.
Last night after dinner, Christina finally arrived, the last in the room missing. We all cracked open a some beers and made our first cheers together in 2008.
"2008, let's lose some weight!"
"2008, it's gonna be great!"
"2008, maybe go on a date!"
The last toast was apparently the favorite because everyone let out a loud cheer, hit beer cans and started drinking. Christina decided to extend an offer to Sooah, who was sitting in Noelle's room opposite mine. She brought her beer into the room and we all listened anxiously as Christina extended the beer in front of Sooah, opened her eyes widely, pointed at the beer and stated loudly and firmly "American beer." Sooah declined this offer and continued unpacking her belongings. Christina came back after concluding that Sooah had no idea what was in the can.
Thus began Spring semester 2008 in room 426.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
YOU KNOW IT'S FINALS WEEK WHEN...*
You spend your Friday and Saturday nights in Mugar Library and don't come home until the wee hours of the morning.
You walk to the library during two large Noreasters and can't feel your face by the time you get there.
You live off energy drinks, Cheez-Its and Sour Patch Kids.
The single ash tray in front of Mugar is overflowing.
You fight for cubicles in the library. If you go to get food you leave your books opened so no one steals your seat.
You go to the bathroom and there are girls talking to their parents next to the sink because they have no time to go outside.
You relocate to floor two or lower by 10:00 because you know come 11 there will be no more seats left.
You have sleepovers at the library. The most sleep you get is ten or fifteen minutes and even that's too much. (Noelle and Andrea)
You stay awake for 30 hours at a time. This includes studying, test-taking, lunch with friends and delirious rambling in your roommate's room. (Noelle)
The funniest thing to happen to you all weekend is the intercom announcer at the library telling you boiling lava will kill everyone who remains on the third, fourth or fifth floor past 11:00.
You are in the library so long you carve your name in a wooden chair under a list of other eager students, just to prove you put in your time.
You have created relationships with other frequent library-goers. These relationships are usually made-up and involve serious eye contact, stalking and sometimes note leaving. (Christina and her new boyfriend with the large collection of hoodies)
You read books about the state of nursing homes in America because you are sick of studying.
You see all those hot guys you know were slacking all year but are now trying to redeem themselves.
A pile of coats under your desk starts moving and you discover it's a human being.
*The events mentioned above are all factual and occurred during finals week 2007 at Boston University. Please send your finals week experiences.
You spend your Friday and Saturday nights in Mugar Library and don't come home until the wee hours of the morning.
You walk to the library during two large Noreasters and can't feel your face by the time you get there.
You live off energy drinks, Cheez-Its and Sour Patch Kids.
The single ash tray in front of Mugar is overflowing.
You fight for cubicles in the library. If you go to get food you leave your books opened so no one steals your seat.
You go to the bathroom and there are girls talking to their parents next to the sink because they have no time to go outside.
You relocate to floor two or lower by 10:00 because you know come 11 there will be no more seats left.
You have sleepovers at the library. The most sleep you get is ten or fifteen minutes and even that's too much. (Noelle and Andrea)
You stay awake for 30 hours at a time. This includes studying, test-taking, lunch with friends and delirious rambling in your roommate's room. (Noelle)
The funniest thing to happen to you all weekend is the intercom announcer at the library telling you boiling lava will kill everyone who remains on the third, fourth or fifth floor past 11:00.
You are in the library so long you carve your name in a wooden chair under a list of other eager students, just to prove you put in your time.
You have created relationships with other frequent library-goers. These relationships are usually made-up and involve serious eye contact, stalking and sometimes note leaving. (Christina and her new boyfriend with the large collection of hoodies)
You read books about the state of nursing homes in America because you are sick of studying.
You see all those hot guys you know were slacking all year but are now trying to redeem themselves.
A pile of coats under your desk starts moving and you discover it's a human being.
*The events mentioned above are all factual and occurred during finals week 2007 at Boston University. Please send your finals week experiences.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Case Study # 1: Crossword Puzzles.
Case Study: Maria and crossword puzzles.
Date: November 28, 2007
Location: Myles Standish Hall
Description: Maria woke up from a brief evening nap and walked into Noelle's room to ask if she wanted to go to Late Night to get a drink. She became distracted and soon forgot about her urge to go to Late Night. Maria picked up a Star magazine from Noelle's dresser and flipped through the pages, eventually stumbling upon the crossword puzzle section. She began filling out one of the crossword puzzles but tired of it soon and flipped to what looked like the more rigorous crossword puzzle. She started writing in the answers and quickly became obsessed the more words she wrote. She asked Noelle for help on several occasions and the two began manically searching for answers to the crossword. One hour later, they gave the crossword to Christina because they were stumped. Christina filled out several answers correctly. Over the course of the evening, Maria turned into a beast-like being. Resembling Dr. Jeckyll, a bipolar self new to both herself and her roommates surfaced. Resembling also the Hulk, Maria grew angry when people did not contribute adequately to the puzzle. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the black ink pen and the hints to the words smeared on the paper because she rubbed over them so hard, hoping the correct answer would simply appear. Maria threw the crossword at Jess as soon as she entered the room hoping Jess had something to contribute. When Jess was of little to no help, Maria tore the magazine from Jess' hands and lowered her face two inches from the puzzle in a futile attempt to determine the remaining words. Dizzy and angry, Maria threw down the unfinished crossword puzzle, stood on Noelle's bed, pounded her chest and leaped off the bed kicking Noelle in the face. As Noelle fell to the floor, Maria punched Jess in the stomach leaving her crippled over the bed. Maria stalked off to her cave where she sat in darkness pondering the existence of any purpose in her life now that she proved a complete and utter failure.
Conclusion: Maria is severely disturbed and obsessive. She should be institutionalized immediately. A safe environment with padded walls and no crossword puzzles is essential. Her second personality should be named and avoided at all costs. Do not play crossword puzzles with her unless you are extremely gifted with words.
Date: November 28, 2007
Location: Myles Standish Hall
Description: Maria woke up from a brief evening nap and walked into Noelle's room to ask if she wanted to go to Late Night to get a drink. She became distracted and soon forgot about her urge to go to Late Night. Maria picked up a Star magazine from Noelle's dresser and flipped through the pages, eventually stumbling upon the crossword puzzle section. She began filling out one of the crossword puzzles but tired of it soon and flipped to what looked like the more rigorous crossword puzzle. She started writing in the answers and quickly became obsessed the more words she wrote. She asked Noelle for help on several occasions and the two began manically searching for answers to the crossword. One hour later, they gave the crossword to Christina because they were stumped. Christina filled out several answers correctly. Over the course of the evening, Maria turned into a beast-like being. Resembling Dr. Jeckyll, a bipolar self new to both herself and her roommates surfaced. Resembling also the Hulk, Maria grew angry when people did not contribute adequately to the puzzle. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the black ink pen and the hints to the words smeared on the paper because she rubbed over them so hard, hoping the correct answer would simply appear. Maria threw the crossword at Jess as soon as she entered the room hoping Jess had something to contribute. When Jess was of little to no help, Maria tore the magazine from Jess' hands and lowered her face two inches from the puzzle in a futile attempt to determine the remaining words. Dizzy and angry, Maria threw down the unfinished crossword puzzle, stood on Noelle's bed, pounded her chest and leaped off the bed kicking Noelle in the face. As Noelle fell to the floor, Maria punched Jess in the stomach leaving her crippled over the bed. Maria stalked off to her cave where she sat in darkness pondering the existence of any purpose in her life now that she proved a complete and utter failure.
Conclusion: Maria is severely disturbed and obsessive. She should be institutionalized immediately. A safe environment with padded walls and no crossword puzzles is essential. Her second personality should be named and avoided at all costs. Do not play crossword puzzles with her unless you are extremely gifted with words.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Greetings!
Dante's Inferno is the bane of my existence.
I thought it would be an easy and interesting class about hell... Sometimes it's interesting (like when we talk about sinners stuck eternally in rivers of blood while being hunted by killer Centaurs with bows and arrows) but it's extremely difficult to stay awake/enjoy life when the professor is an arrogant literature snob who expects all students to read his mind and snickers when they don't answer questions precisely how he expects. This is why I choose to sleep instead of speak in class. That all changed when he threw a D- in my face. Needless to say I at least keep my eyes opened these days.
Today he brought up an interesting observation. According to my literature professor, self-reliance is stressed too heavily in our culture today. It is "disgusting" that we are encouraged to rely only on ourselves. According to Dante, he told us, the notion of self-reliance is just an illusion.
For once I agree with him. It's unreasonable to think we can truly rely on no one but ourselves. Independence is essential and the ability to eventually live alone and control your emotions and your life is vital but so is a support system. It's impossible to live without the influence of others. You need other people to help put life in perspective. You need Christina screaming "stop being a bitch" in your face. You need Noelle stuffing pillows up her shirt and challenging you to a belly smashing contest. You need 426 screaming the words to Stay by Lisa Loeb for no apparent reason. Otherwise life would be unnecessarily dull. Self-reliance means nothing unless it's accompanied by crazy friends.
That is all.
Now excuse me while I write a 5-8 page letter to the CEO of General Motors explaining why the corporate communication function is necessary to his business.
I thought it would be an easy and interesting class about hell... Sometimes it's interesting (like when we talk about sinners stuck eternally in rivers of blood while being hunted by killer Centaurs with bows and arrows) but it's extremely difficult to stay awake/enjoy life when the professor is an arrogant literature snob who expects all students to read his mind and snickers when they don't answer questions precisely how he expects. This is why I choose to sleep instead of speak in class. That all changed when he threw a D- in my face. Needless to say I at least keep my eyes opened these days.
Today he brought up an interesting observation. According to my literature professor, self-reliance is stressed too heavily in our culture today. It is "disgusting" that we are encouraged to rely only on ourselves. According to Dante, he told us, the notion of self-reliance is just an illusion.
For once I agree with him. It's unreasonable to think we can truly rely on no one but ourselves. Independence is essential and the ability to eventually live alone and control your emotions and your life is vital but so is a support system. It's impossible to live without the influence of others. You need other people to help put life in perspective. You need Christina screaming "stop being a bitch" in your face. You need Noelle stuffing pillows up her shirt and challenging you to a belly smashing contest. You need 426 screaming the words to Stay by Lisa Loeb for no apparent reason. Otherwise life would be unnecessarily dull. Self-reliance means nothing unless it's accompanied by crazy friends.
That is all.
Now excuse me while I write a 5-8 page letter to the CEO of General Motors explaining why the corporate communication function is necessary to his business.
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