i love the master and margarita, but it is just SO HARD TO WRITE A DAMN LITERARY PAPER ON IT. keep getting distracted by it's fantastical nature.

must see past it, must.


oh yes. why nerds are unpopular. ain't this interesting.

WOW so we just went trick or treating on beacon hill, which is the posh area of boston (equivalent to queen astrid park). it was one flava flave, one pirate (there are so many pirates around, probably the most popular costume. after which is borat), one princess peach (in jeans), one vacationer (he insisted on being a "vacationer" and not a tourist, and he carried a brandy glass. with coke in it, of course] and i can't remember what andrea was, but it was good :) since i was a black ipod silhouette on saturday, i figured i'd be the exact opposite today. all white, that's me. and the reason we went? to see if john kerry would answer the door for tricks or treats.

OHMYGODS that place was chaotic. parents with kids. parents with toddlers. parents with grubs (literally. it was a bee, it was probably 1 year old, and it was sucking its thumb). people with dressed up dogs. people EVERYWHERE. the kids were ridiculously cute. probably the best moments of the excursion.

and dear gods, that was the only time you could probably look into the houses of the rich and the obscenely so. one of them looked like the inside of a palace. picture a warm walnut kinda room, with dark green trimming and beautiful decorated ceilings and a marble vase next to the grand piano. the kind of room sherlock holmes would relax in. that's the kind of rooms they have. and studies. and entryways.

and of course, since they're rich, they give out hershey bars. like the threedollar ones you get in convenience stores. right now i have a bowl stolen from the dining hall next to me, and there is SO MUCH CHOCOLATE in here i'm gonna get diabetes or bounce off walls.

and of course we stopped by the president's house on the way back. as in, the president of the university. who also gave chocolate :)

life is GOOD.

apart from the five page russian essay that's due tomorrow, but i'm not thinking about that plsthanks. i'm thinking about next year's halloween. i'm gonna be a panic button.

WOOOOO. so halloween was nuts. went to the warehouse and carved a pumpkin, nearly died at the creative costumes, met with all the cross country people (who had absolutely HILARIOUS costumes) tried to go into ihouse but was TOTALLY UNABLE TO, then went to hang out at the brom.

brom was a blast. conservative estimate - had 7 drinks. um. say. 2 cans worth of beer, close to 5 shots of vodka, some cigars and some…extra. schweet. memorable moments: the bloody vodka half glass (on hindsight, the 20minute after shot with tirrell was a mistake), raising pizza money and of course, peter brown getting kissed and traumatised. i've never seen anyone who looked like they needed 20 years worth of therapy.

good times.

today was a good day :) started when i heard why don't you get a job and then dani california on the radio. haven't heard offspring in a LONG while :) and then went to a concert after dinner. with beethoven and rachmaninoff!!! you could hear the passion in her playing, and when you get frissons while at a concert you know it's great. then it was beer pong and amusing conversation at the brom, then when i was on the way bck to miller i ran into matt and ended up tossing a football around the cannon while they were painting it :) it's ALL GOOD yeah baby.

I BLOODY HATE STATIC. now that it's cold enough that i have to wear a fleece everywhere i go, every time i take it off i hear crackles. when i try to put it down, it gives me multiple shocks worthy of a tesla coil. and everyone else gets a good laugh >p

omg weird al rules!

oh my god there are SO MANY WEIRD THINGS going on on our floor that we've just started dismissing them as "miller second floor west side". we had people run around giggling and hiding cs style wearing nylon stockings over their heads, then we had people walk up to my neighbour's door and go "BLEEAAARRRGG" and walk off.

miller secold floor west side.

so, got whacked in the face by a dodgeball ball, resulting in blurry vision from glasses being pressed into eyeball. probably have imprint of nosebridge in there somewhere, swimming around in my vitreous humour. possibly even aqueous humour, seeing as have doubleble vision w00t. also have shin splints, and am paying price for not wearing orthotics. slept through half of spanish class again, made worse by the fact that it was an exam today. this thanks to frantically writing philosophy paper two nights before to find it was not due, and ironically doing spanish the night before till 4am. all in all, nothing new.

oh gods i can't feel my feet. and it's only 9ºC. my god. why is temperature so subjective???

slipper weather is over :( i need boots fast.

AAAHHHHH!!! NO ROBIN WILLIAMS AND JOHNNY DEPP IN THE GOOD OMENS MOVIE??!

i am vastly unhappy.

HOKAY. so. first up, icruise. which was a blast. well, it was mostly a blast because i managed to get up to the alcoholic area. and this was because i managed to get the wrist band that gave me passage to the upper deck where alcohol was. so david and i went around to search for wristbands because we heard michael found one and managed to get upstairs. we were like "ok, how the hell are we gonna do this." i was especially annoyed because a guy had spilled a box of wristbands before and i didn't act on the chance to pick one up so i was kinda whacking my head against the metaphorical wall.

and then, glory be, there was one next to the dustbin. david found one IN the dustbin, heh, and apparently so did a few other people :P so we were euphoric at our success for a while, then we kidna realised they were carding certain people. which kinda put a damper on the excitement.

so the trick is. go when it's clear. they'll just wave you through, no sweat. awesome stuff. drinks, a full beirut cup for $8, and pretty strong too. they didn't have drambuie, but i realised i do like white russians :) 'sgreat. decent music too, which was rare.

after which i helped drunk people back, as is my lot in life >.< why are americans unable to control themselves, i have no idea. in any case, had to help really drunk friend back to house, where i ended up watching and dealing poker until 4.45am. so of course i ended up staying overnight, and the best part was walking towards the dining hall for breakfast with one the guys and having the walk past the entire girls team back from their run.

awkwaaaarrrd. *twiddles thumbs and does the awkward turtle thing*

so yeah. now for work.

omg i didn't believe it was possible, but my dorm lounge has become even more distracting than ever. they're playing water pong, thanks to two sturdy chairs and a door hinge and 12 cups. my ra would have a fit if she saw this.

in other newses, i have a package! with phone and watch and calculator and fbts! which are the most comfortable shorts in the world bar none.

ran 5 miles today! am happy :)

ok abstract time.

just back from race, was as usual last. like, 5th from bottom, woohoo >p but i ran better...goal: run sub-25 5k. dear god, the front runners run the 5k in 17m23s. SEVENTEEN MINUTES bloody hell. that's faster than most guys!

w00t! just had dinner in the dining hall. would be unremarkable, if not for the formalwear that everyone was wearing, which was awesome. had to arrange stuff neatly on the plates, too. the amusement was probably worth the almost-freezing-ness that everyone eudured after dinner. i think. it was bloody cold.

so i'm gonna try out for the boston marathon.

go me.

omgomgi'mgonnadie

fuck. i just spent 2h45mins sitting outside my professors door waiting to catch him as he comes in to collect papers, the past 45mins of which were spent sitting staring at my screen because i was stuck on my essay at 4 pages. and THEN. i find out. that they should be doublespaced.

#^*72(*^&(@#%@()*%&

AHAHAHAHAH THIS IS AWESOME!!! i'd get these when i go skiing...no need to lug that vodka bottle around! just 16oz of booze, so you don't get TOO drunk but it's enough to keep you toasty-warm, mm. of course, that means you lose heat faster and get hypothermia and die faster so youse at own risk.

eecummings - marvellous. splendiferocious.

homecoming. a pact, a deal, manunkind. leave me to my inmorality, inabsolution, incoherence. again, resonance in lives. how odd. denialdenial, debunkum. warmth and consequences, warmth and consequences. it is late, 3am, witching hour, and coldcoldcold. 12ºC.



pity this busy monster,manunkind

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
-electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend

unwish through curving wherewhen till
unwish returns on its unself.

                                            A world of made
is not a world of born-pity poor flesh

and trees,poor stars and stones,but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if-liten:there's a hell
of a good universie next door;lets go