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I think I’m overdue to give you guys some rants.

Keyboards: All the letters are in different places.  You have to press shift to type numbers.  And the period.  COME ON, it is used so commonly it should NOT be a shift-key button.  And the @ sign is pretty much impossible…it took me 10 minutes to figure it out.

Printing at Sciences Po: THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD.  Takes at least 25 minutes to snag a computer (because I mean, 20 computers are sufficient to serve 9,000 students who need to print things), and then once you actually figure out how to print, you have to wait in line at the printer while 3 people ahead of you each print 400-page articles.  It only takes a few years.

Lack of Marsala Wine: All I wanted was a little bit of Marsala dressing.  I just wanna cook me some chicken Marsala.  THEY DO NOT HAVE IT IN PARIS.  I mean I know it’s Italian wine (from Sicily, I believe!), but seriously…?

Inefficiency: Administrators say their office hours are, for example, from 9-12 and 2-4.  They leave at 12…and sometimes just don’t return.  No big.

I’m sure you can all commiserate: it sucks when it’s pouring outside and you’re not wearing the appropriate footwear.  I mean think about it, you’re just walking along, desperately trying to avoid stepping in any major puddles.  If you do, you’re done; your foot will be soaked (or at least damp) for the rest of the day, which can be slightly more than uncomfortable.  The split second you look up to cross the street or to say hi to someone, a gigantic puddle at least 3 inches deep appears beneath your foot out of nowhere, and one of two things can happen.  The first: some people are simply caught unaware, and are surprised when they find their foot submerged in 3 inches of water.  The second: some people notice the puddle, but much too late…their foot is in a downward motion, and there’s no escaping it; your foot is doomed.

In case you couldn’t tell from the details and tone of this description, this happens to me quite frequently.

Which might explain why, on the few rainy days I actually wear my ridiculous rubber rain boots, I find myself seeking out those puddles, stomping on them much harder than is necessary, almost as if I’m teaching them a lesson – this is what you get for soaking my non-waterproofed shoes, asshole!

Just a thought.  But seriously…watch girls who’re wearing rain boots.  Similar behavior can often be observed.

I would like to offer my sincerest apologies for the lack of bloggage as of late.  I’ve just been busy with work and, well, doing absolutely nothing (which is a great thing, don’t get me wrong).  The list of things I would like to write about has been growing, and I realized I need to tackle at least some of it before it grows so long that I can’t remember what’s on it.  So anyways, here goes.

I went to Long Beach Island twice in the past week!  I drove down on Tuesday to visit Nadia, and it was delightful seeing her for the second time this summer.  Her family rented a beautiful house right on the bay in Brant Beach.  We were on the beach all morning and afternoon, and I successfully made the transition from ghostly pale to somewhat pale (I think?).  Back at the house, kayaked and relaxed a bit before dinner.  The family made a great dinner (pork, mashed ‘taters, spinach, and even some cake to top it off), and it was great chatting with everyone.  I unfortunately had to eat and run, because I wanted to be home early enough to see…

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince!  Julie and I went together, and saw Scotty and Jeff at the candy stand.  I swear the candy stand jacked up prices for opening night…I bought a miniscule bag of Sour Patch Kids for $3.  Obscene.  But anyways, I thought the movie was great!  I LOVE Daniel Radcliffe, and I basically want to be Emma Watson.  I love how Daniel, Emma, and Rupert Grint have grown up over the span of the 6 movies thus far.  I guess I’ve grown up too…I was in 4^th or 5^th grade when the first book came out.  Geez, I feel old.

Scott, Adam and I planned a spontaneous beach trip at 11PM Friday for the next day (best decision ever).  I managed to (quite easily) convince them to go all the way to LBI, under the condition that I drive (which, if you know me, is perfect since I love driving anyway).  It was a beautiful day, and it was nice being back on the same strip of Harvey Cedars beach that I’ve been going to for the past 13 years of my life.  The water was so rough, though, and I pretty much almost died.  It was the first time I was actually scared about swimming.  I went in ahead of Scott and Adam, and as I swam out, I saw this MONSTER of a wave starting to build up.  I swam out as far as I could, which wasn’t quite far enough, but I was too far to go back, and the four-foot wave crashed directly on top of me and tossed me like a rag doll for a good minute under water.  I have never ingested so much salt water in my life.  When I finally surfaced, I was just in time to find another GIGANTIC wave descending upon me.  I turned to look at the boys with an absolutely petrified face (what the hell else was I supposed to do?) and proceeded to get tossed around again.  Needless to say, I hauled ass out of the water and refused to go in for the rest of the day.  We went to Chicken or the Egg for dinner (so good), and the Meltdown for ice cream (even better!).  One of the girls working at Meltdown is actually going to be a junior at BC, too, so that was pretty cool.  Small world.  But yeah, just an amazing day overall, and I slept so well that night, quite grateful to be alive.

The two drives down to LBI provided me with ample time to ponder the various people and numerous signs of the Garden State Parkway.  First and foremost, what’s up with those gigantic “ONE WAY” signs?  Obviously the road is one way, and it would take a seriously shitty driver to enter the parkway and go the wrong way.  I mean I guess it’s silly of me to assume that all people understand basic driving concepts; I vaguely remember my mom telling me about one experience she had, where an old geezer was driving the wrong way and miraculously didn’t die.  Second, I despise people who merge slowly.  WHY do people think it’s a good idea to merge, especially from the left, going a measly 45mph?  If the speed of traffic is 80mph, it’s just NOT a good idea!  These people need to learn how to push the pedal to the floor, at least until they get on the road and into their right lane.  Uch, that’s one scenario that definitely gives me road rage.  Lastly, those “SPEED ENFORCED BY RADAR” signs scare the poo outta me.  I have these mental images of troopers dropping out of the sky and landing on the hood of my car, signaling for me to slow down and pull over.  How scary would that be?  Has anyone ever gotten in trouble via this method of speed limit enforcement?  Uch.

Anyways, I guess that’s enough rambling for now.  Just beware, there are a plethora of other topics I’d like to explore in future posts…so check back soon!

Gee, I woke up this morning and was astonished to see that it was raining.  I mean, it hasn’t rained 13/14 days the past two weeks.  It’s probably a good thing, because I wouldn’t know what to do if I saw that big, yellow thing…I think it’s called the sun?

Still jobless, but I went for an interview at Comfort Suites over on 17.  My dad met the general manager at a networking thing and was talking about me, and he casually mentioned that I was looking for a job.  Fabulous, eh?  So keep an eye or an ear out, I might be dirty Jersey’s number one hotel receptionist (haha title thanks to Victoria).  The pay is kinda shitty, but at least it’s something.  I’d still rather babysit, or tutor, or do anything that isn’t taxed (so if you know anyone…LEMME KNOW).

Anyways, I was stumbling around the web and came across the barrel monster.  I have to say, I was pretty damn impressed; I’ve never seen such a beautiful piece of vandalism/artwork, and I’m not joking when I say I kind of want one of my own.  I would put it right next to Ashley’s Zac Efron, I think they’d be the best of buddies.

Courtesy of Netflix, I have also started watching some EXCELLENT television shows: 30 Rock and Weeds.  Tina Fey is great, and I find myself grinning throughout the entire show.  Which means I just grinned for 3.85 hours straight, since I just watched more than half of season 2.  And is it weird that I kind of have a crush on Jack Donaghy?  He’s not really attractive, and his voice is kind of bizarre, but I love his personality because he’s just so ridiculous.  Yeah, I know, I’m crazy.  And I watched the first season of Weeds yesterday, and I loved that too.  I love Jeffrey Morgan, the guy who played Judah in the first few episodes.  Crazy coincidence that he played the dead boyfriend/husband in PS I Love You, too…what is it about that guy that makes him such an excellent lost loved one?  Anyways, I’m gonna watch some more 30 Rock.  My face is going to hurt tomorrow.

Woohoo, you guys are going to be so proud of me! I finally updated the website and gave it a total makeover! It’s a bit kookier than last time, partly because my face is in the header seven times…which I guess is kooky in and of itself. But whatevs, it’s fun, it’s spring-like, and it will simply have to do. I also added random facts about me, since I know you’re all so incredibly interested.

Anyways, I’m home sweet home for the first time since January. I took the BoltBus for the first time, and let me tell you, it was FABULOUS. They have outlets and Wi-Fi, so I spent an hour on facebook and the other three hours watching movies on my laptop. I watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding for the first time…so funny! The other passengers on the bus probably thought I was crazy, sitting there chuckling to myself. I watched Enchanted after that, too…James Marsden and Patrick Dempsey are probably two of the best looking gents out there (you can’t even honestly say you disagree).

It was brought to my attention that the pur?e discussion was not properly referenced, and I should thank Moira for the lovely/disgusting topic. It was also brought to my attention that I discuss with Nadia most of the things I ramble on about, so I just thought I’d say hi. Hi, Nadia.

Okay, so I wanna talk about elevators. Since I live on the sixth floor, I use elevators several times a day and have ample time to observe elevator behavior. Did you ever notice how there seems to be an unwritten law on where to stand in an elevator? When there’s two people, you stand at opposite corners (picture a boxing ring), and it’s usually every man for himself when it comes to pressing the button for your floor. When there’s three people, three of the four corners are filled up, and one person becomes designated button-presser. When there are four people, all of the corners are occupied, and again, you have a designated button presser. When there are five or more people, things tend to get a bit stressful and confusing. There’s always a mad dash to get on first so that you get your own corner, but if this is unsuccessful, you’re forced to kind of back yourself into the middle, hoping to position yourself in front of someone who is not going to cough and/or snot on the back of your head. Aside from elevator positioning, I think elevator conduct is interesting as well. It is generally NOT okay to talk to anyone on an elevator if (a) you are sober or (b) it is not the weekend. Also, people need to turn their headphones down…I don’t like being able to distinguish Miley Cyrus’ annoying voice on a crowded elevator. Plus, you’re breaking your ear drums, people.

Moving on…nostalgia. I was feeling kind of nostalgic before my Challenge of Peace class the other day. I got there kind of early, so I sat down on the floor in the hallway outside the classroom. Just sitting there at 10:30am with my back to the locker took me back to high school, and our fabulous “unit lunches.” I never thought I’d miss sitting on the floor, but I really wanted to grab a sandwich and just sit there and EAT like the good old days. I mean, come on, eating in a cafeteria is so boring. Just thought I’d throw that out there for anyone from SHS reading this.

Okay, well it’s 1am, and I’m tired and have to get up early to do housing stuff tomorrow. Oy. But expect some more ramblings, soon!! GOODNIGHT :)