The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, Foreword

WOOT!

ZAPS FOR THIS DAY GO TO....

1) Ali from Austin (NY transplant)--for calling me twice in the last two weeks AND tagging me some sweeeeet pics on facebook. = )

2) Li'er and Myself---because, sadly but rockingly enough, we are the TWO signed up for WSC from Michigan. *sigh* Franky really won't let me live this down...

3) Jo and Aman (just two of my favorite people, really....)

Woot!! Signed up for WSC!! SO excited! Not for the eating crow part, but it should be sweet. I hope. Little concerned about the tracks, etc, but it should work out. And, of course, going to be missing Burbs and Takrupp from the Madtown crowd--damn, who's gonna bring on the toga this year?! Oh well, when it comes to Madtown, there's always faith in a fucking excellent party...

Not even dealin' with it...

Wow. Got SO wasted this weekend that I did some things even I cringe to remember. A new record. Don't feel like dealing with any consequences this week, and therefore, I won't. Heading home tonight to make a gingerbread house for charity, and no that's not a metaphor. Escaping everything. Missing a meeting. Refusing to turn in a paper that I could easily turn if I stuck around, but sometimes you make the choice that damages you because it 'hurts so good', right? Like the facebook group, I'm just saying "Fuck It" and moving on. Back in town early tomorrow to deal with 9 hours of work (damn Thanksgiving break---gotta make up my hours somehow) then it's back home and the PRESSURE'S ON because my sister and I are MAKING THE DINNER. That's right. In the true spirit of domesticated stereotypes, my mom has decided it's time her daughters learned how to 'cook a decent Thanksgiving dinner' so that hopefully one day we'll be able to get married with a well-braised turkey leg as a dowry. Sort of. I'm not worried from my own perspective, but my sister god love her can't even defrost a bagel let alone open a can of cranberry sauce, so I'm a little worried. Gonna havta take one for the team. Had a raging party this weekend (baby's first rager!) so props out to anyone who came, including Meyers and Nob and various other representatives. Sorry the cops busted it after three hours, but honestly, wasn't it worth it to see the cops play Bitches, Bitches?!?! "Do you think you could....take it inside....take it inside....take it inside" wow. Passing around some Cuervo in my front yard with Pink Taco and Donkey Punch seemed like a good idea at the time, but maybe....not so much.
Ahhhh, the AIESEC debauchery.
Extra ZAPS to Colleen and Kim for representing the Old School Style of things. Gotta pass it on...

DAMN...the boys are back in town...

WHADDUP to the milieu of ppl that have been HORRIBLY depressed and/or repulsed by my quotational blog as of late...have no fear!! A new major, 5 screwdrivers, and one really hott CO3 meeting was all I needed to fix my life....AND IN OTHER NEWS....

FRIDAY, FRIDAY, FRIDAY!!!! The most inebriated, coffee-pot-full-o'-liquor swillin', fast-talking, thesauraus-soundin' baller this side of the Nile....

ARNAUB CHATTERJEE---one weekend and one weekend only---celebrating old STYLE with his favorite LC...I smell the debauchery right now....

Ohhh, man. Party hard and let the good times roll...

"How was school today?" "The worst day of my life--GOSH!!"--Napoleon Dynamite

Definitely one of the worst days of my life. The worst. Not April-drama-something-stupid 'worst', no, it really causes me to question what the hell I'm even here for. It really makes me sick to my stomach to think about it. Physically ill and drastically contemplative. I'm SO going to LCR drunk-- I can't stand sober anymore. In my next life I'm coming back as a woman that never gets physically ill from her failure. So I posted that previous post last night to give me courage--you know, a closed door is just an open window, and all that talk, but I haven't slept in 48 hours, and everything's just screaming in my head. What if those doors DON'T turn into windows, that's it, you've just fucked up and ruined something, maybe an opportunity, maybe your life, and it's just your fault. You'll spend the rest of your life figuring out where you went wrong and 'what if' and 'then maybe'. Maybe every error from now on is reflected in this, pulled back to it, the high school quarterback drops the winning touchdown. Maybe I'll always say that this, this is the point where it all went wrong, all started to go down hill.

Or, maybe, when a door closes a window opens.

I wasn't afraid to fail. Something good always comes out of failure.
Anne Baxter

Ooohhh, C!

Man, I am tired. Huge exam tomorrow. FREAKIN WENT TO HAPPY HOUR AND NO ONE WAS THERE...but I'm going to try again in a few minutes. Frickin' Charlie's. I quit. But not on my exam. Oh, no, way!
ME

Tongue In Cheek...

Why didn't I try to major in something I was good at? Christ.

What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.--Lewis

She had a talent for quotation, which is just as servicable a trait for wit as any...

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
-Camus

All human wisdom is summed up in two words; wait and hope.-Dumas

Wow. I never knew how good I had it. Remember high school or middle school where you actually had money, and time to read a book once in a while? Crazy. Shiver me timbers, Dumas, you've hit the nail on the head. Life is one big preparation for something that never happens, and all we ever do is wait and hope. (Plagarism note: that 'preparation' line is definitely from something...hold on...will google and restore rights to owner...)

Right...Yeats. 'Life is a long preparation for something that never happens'.

*sigh* second only to Dumas...and maybe Maugham.

not much to report

MEGA bummed that all the super kool kats flew off to NYC without me. So, just chillin and studying and trying to find my long-ago-lost optimism to find more vim for this studying thing (new-found practice, not sure I like it...)

Got a call from Ali from Austin (holla!), who HA HA was wishing I was in NYC with the MI crew. Sadly, I am not. WHOA! Yes, major burn from Snob, who decided to fly out to NYC and make the fact that I'm not there even UNcool-er. Yeah, I'm in LS&A, I get to make up words like that...

Saw the movie 'Jarhead' last night. Don't go expecting your typical war movie. Little blood and/or deaths, and no real plot. BUT that is the point, because we learn that it's a movie based on Anthony Swofford's experience in Desert Storm. So the movie is actually more thought-provoking, because by not matching stereotypes it mimics life. I like the fact that there's random shit in there that makes no sense--much like life. Also the fact that it's anticlimactic--like life. Quoting the group of Yuppies outside the theater, "Man, that movie sucked--it had no plot." Yeah. Neither does life. Finally a movie can admit it.

Can't wait to read the blogs after LTM....crazy good times, I would bet...

Taking cue from Li'er, I've reread my Myers Briggs results and posted a description. This still doesn't help me discover why I'm ragingly restless and bored with almost everything instantly, to a hindering degree, but it does excuse it somewhat...


Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving
by Marina Margaret Heiss


Profile: ENTP
Revision: 3.0
Date of Revision: 26 Feb 2005



"Clever" is the word that perhaps describes ENTPs best. The professor who juggles half a dozen ideas for research papers and grant proposals in his mind while giving a highly entertaining lecture on an abstruse subject is a classic example of the type. So is the stand-up comedian whose lampoons are not only funny, but incisively accurate.


ENTPs are usually verbally as well as cerebrally quick, and generally love to argue--both for its own sake, and to show off their often-impressive skills. They tend to have a perverse sense of humor as well, and enjoy playing devil's advocate. They sometimes confuse, even inadvertently hurt, those who don't understand or accept the concept of argument as a sport.


ENTPs are as innovative and ingenious at problem-solving as they are at verbal gymnastics; on occasion, however, they manage to outsmart themselves. This can take the form of getting found out at "sharp practice"--ENTPs have been known to cut corners without regard to the rules if it's expedient -- or simply in the collapse of an over-ambitious juggling act. Both at work and at home, ENTPs are very fond of "toys"--physical or intellectual, the more sophisticated the better. They tend to tire of these quickly, however, and move on to new ones.


ENTPs are basically optimists, but in spite of this (perhaps because of it?), they tend to become extremely petulant about small setbacks and inconveniences. (Major setbacks they tend to regard as challenges, and tackle with determin- ation.) ENTPs have little patience with those they consider wrongheaded or unintelligent, and show little restraint in demonstrating this. However, they do tend to be extremely genial, if not charming, when not being harassed by life in general.


In terms of their relationships with others, ENTPs are capable of bonding very closely and, initially, suddenly, with their loved ones. Some appear to be deceptively offhand with their nearest and dearest; others are so demonstrative that they succeed in shocking co-workers who've only seen their professional side. ENTPs are also good at acquiring friends who are as clever and entertaining as they are. Aside from those two areas, ENTPs tend to be oblivious of the rest of humanity, except as an audience -- good, bad, or potential.


Some Famous ENTPs:


Alexander the Great
Confederate General J. E. B. Stuart
Sir Walter Raleigh



Fictional:


Mercutio, from Romeo and Juliet
Horace Rumpole, from John Mortimer's Rumpole of the Bailey series
Dorothy L. Sayers's detective Lord Peter Wimsey

To be vested with enormous authority is a fine thing; but to have the on-looking world consent to it is a finer.

Lt. Milo Minderbinder: I wanna serve this to the men. Taste it and let me know what you think.
Capt. Yossarian: What is it?
Lt. Milo Minderbinder: Chocolate covered cotton.
Capt. Yossarian: What are you crazy?!
Lt. Milo Minderbinder: No good, huh?
Capt. Yossarian: For Christ's sake, you didn't even get the seeds out!
Lt. Milo Minderbinder: Is it really that bad?
Capt. Yossarian: It's cotton!!!
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Maj. Major M. Major: Sergeant, from now on, I don't want anyone to come in to see me while I'm in my office. Is that clear?
Sgt. Towser: Yes, sir. What do I say to people who want to come in and see you while you're in your office?
Maj. Major M. Major: Tell them I'm in and ask them to wait.
Sgt. Towser: For how long?
Maj. Major M. Major: Until I've left.
Sgt. Towser: And then what do I do with them?
Maj. Major M. Major: I don't care.
Sgt. Towser: May I send people in to see you after you've left?
Maj. Major M. Major: Yes.
Sgt. Towser: You won't be here then, will you?
Maj. Major M. Major: No.
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Gen. Dreedle: There will be no more moaning from this outfit. The next man who moans is going to be very sorry.
Maj. Danby: Ohhhhhhh.
Gen. Dreedle: Who is this man?
Col. Cathcart: Major Danby, sir.
Col. Korn: Danby. D-A-N-B-Y.
Gen. Dreedle: Take him out and shoot him.
Col. Cathcart: Sir?
Gen. Dreedle: I said, "take him out and shoot him." Can't you hear?
Col. Cathcart: Yes, sir. Take Major Danby out and shoot him.
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Capt. "Doc" Daneeka, M.D.: You can't let crazy people decide whether you are crazy or not.

all right, all right

the thought of actually updating my blog was appealing to me. probably because i've been thinking much about everything lately, making most of nothing. e b white, what would you do if you saw your expression become a hallmark for laziness. reduced to the tell of an illiterate, wrapping intellectual intent in all that's lost from education. a twinge to hear "if it was me"; yes, if it only were.

friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love

Cartoon Physics, part 1
Nick Flynn
Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know
that the universe is ever-expanding,
inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies

swallowed by galaxies, whole

solar systems collapsing, all of it
acted out in silence. At ten we are still learning

the rules of cartoon animation,

that if a man draws a door on a rock
only he can pass through it.
Anyone else who tries

will crash into the rock. Ten-year-olds
should stick with burning houses, car wrecks,
ships going down -- earthbound, tangible

disasters, arenas

where they can be heroes. You can run
back into a burning house, sinking ships

have lifeboats, the trucks will come
with their ladders, if you jump

you will be saved. A child

places her hand on the roof of a schoolbus,
& drives across a city of sand. She knows

the exact spot it will skid, at which point
the bridge will give, who will swim to safety
& who will be pulled under by sharks. She will learn

that if a man runs off the edge of a cliff
he will not fall

until he notices his mistake.