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Something about time.

Filling the Void

For the past couple of days, I've been feeling like something's been missing in my life. And being a girl who's never been in a relationship before, I immediately assumed that that 'something' was a boy. But today, I realized I was wrong. Today, I realized that the crevasse in my heart was created by the lack of an obsession. It only took me 12 episodes of 24 (straight!) to discover this truth. Indeed, truth takes time.

Cockamamy Is A Funny Word

Man, getting wasted on a Monday night- look what living in a frat house is doing to me. What's that you say? It's not the frat house, it's me? Quiet, you.

Also, my silver senior formal wristband broke off yesterday. I dunno how it happened- one minute it was on my wrist, the next minute, it was on the bathroom floor and I just stared at it for a third minute going "Fuck, I've had this baby on since May 10th!" I thought the event merited a minute-by-minute account on this blog here.

Elvis is Dead, Y'all

He didn't listen to his mama when she said "Boy, don't you evah eat 13000-calorie sandwiches!"

Recipe for the King's fav Fool's Gold sandwich (aka, 5 easy steps to a fatal heart attack (aka, Lethal Weapon 5)):

1. Warm up a whole loaf of white bread in the oven.

2. Hollow out the middle.

3. Spread a jar of peanut butter on one side, a jar of jelly on the other.

4. Layer up the inside with a pound of bacon.

5. Eat and perish.

Serves: 1

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Ms. Chung

I realized too late that you were not Sarah....wrong hair color...but I thought "how could anyone look so much like her but not BE her"? I nearly returned to apologize but didn't want to increase my embarrassment. Give my regards to your sister. And you too have a great summer.

WAC

Yet Another Case of Mistaken Identity and the Ensuing Email

Hi Professor Clee,

It occurred to me that you were mistaking me for my twin sister, Sarah (who was in your 412 class this past semester) today at Van Pelt. It took me a while to realize who you were because I only went to your first class. Anyway, that's why I looked at you funny, that's all. Have a nice summer. If that wasn't you at the library, then feel free to ignore this email and maybe have a laugh over it.

Angie Chung

A Trip to the Loo Takes Longer Than Expected

"We are all terminal cases."

This is the kind of graffiti one can only find at a Barnes and Noble bathroom. I won't begin to tell you how long I sat on that toilet, trying to figure out what book/movie that line came from. It was long after I left the bathroom that the answer finally came to me...I'll let you google it if you don't know.

Undesirable Findings

Oh ew. I just found a pile of fingernail clippings next to the computer. I can't decide whether I'm more disgusted or disturbed.

Lowbrow Graffiti

Walking down Walnut...

Sarah: Haha, look Ann, someone wrote "Scarface dies in the end" on the wall!

Angie: Hahaha, that's hilarious! Heeheeheehoooooo!...Have we ever seen that movie?

Sarah: No, I don't think so.

Angie: Oh. (Silence.) Hm. Not so funny anymore.

W.H. Auden

I heard this on "Four Weddings and a Funeral":

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,

I thought that love would last forever: ‘I was wrong’

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

These words don't reflect my current mood in the least bit, but still, I've never heard such a perfect expression of grief before I heard this poem from Auden's "Funeral Blues" delivered in a clear, plaintive voice with the rolling r's of a Scotsman.

It Ain't Over 'Til--

The Fat Lady has sung- ow ow owwwww!!!!

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4338327950288...That's All Folks

Greetings from Ephraim the Retarded Rabbit-Catholic Priest: Quid agis, medice?

It just occurred to me that at one point last night, I was reciting the digits of pi in a drunken reverie.

I miss books. I'm gonna drop everything and go work at a bookstore. Peasout, friends, et al.

~Explorer

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woah...i am stilll drunk. peasout luvya everybody every body

One-Liner

Sometimes, it's fun to talk about little, inconsequential things like your favorite chocolate bar.

Study Breaks

Yesterday, I did the silliest thing. I spent all day yesterday studying in my room. (No, that's not the silly thing.) Naturally, many study breaks were taken, involving snacking, peeing, cleaning, and brushing teeth, among other gerunds. During one study break, I had a sudden desire to try on my fancy turquoise and black dress from Mandee's, so I shimmied into it and modeled it to myself in front of the mirror. Then I took it off and hung it back up in my closet. But instead of putting my jeans and top back on like a sensible person, I decided to try on my Old Navy dress. Then my gray H&M dress. I ended up modeling every one of my dresses that afternoon, posing and prancing...basically holding an impromptu fashion show for me and my chiral twin. Eventually, though, I exhausted my supply of dresses, and so I put my jeans and top back on and went back to studying analysis. I had a total girl moment. Gee, I probably shouldn't even be telling you this. If I had any pride, I would keep this moment to myself. Sometimes, I feel sixteen again. And I have no shame, apparently.

Tabula Rasa

Almost anyway. You know how it is with blogs: you expose yourself, then you feel too exposed. I realized, while cleaning out my blog, that I've had this thing for over a year. Long live Archimedes- hoo!

Coloring My Name

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Angie. I was named after the Rolling Stones song of the same name."

I decided today that from now on, whenever I meet new people, I'm gonna tell them that I was named after the Rolling Stones song, "Angie". I've grown to love that song, which is a huge change from my initial reaction (Ew, why are they saying my name funny?!). Looks like I'm going through a Stones phase. I always go through phases.

Care For a Lemon Drop?

I feel like a bag of Chex Mix. Speaking of bags, I realize that it has been four months since the start of the new year, and I haven't told anyone my New Year's resolution. Maybe for good reason. But I'm feeling slightly adventurous or ready to be ridiculed, so here goes: My New Year's resolution was to...be like Dumbledore- wise and whimsical. Har har, I know. Well, it's definitely a challenge, I'll tell you that much. But today, I made a very Dumbledore-ish decision, and it worked for the better, so I believe I've got a good thing going here.

Not Me

I feel crazy. Tell me to jump into the Schkulkyll (sp?) and I would almost do it...except that's just disgusting and cold, and I'm not suicidal, don't worry. Sorry about the cryptic post(s).

A Line (Or Two) From Mick Jagger

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away