Festival of Winds
Emmy and Gaby
Thursday, January 31, 2002
"Get the Syrian, get the Syrian" -only at Northwestern (in the middle of a giant snowball fight on our front lawn)
Tuesday, January 29, 2002
Sometimes its nice to know you make a difference in someone elses life, even if it is this tiny little thing that is really inconsequential in the long run. My previous post's content was generated from a post my brother put up on his blog. He was unsure of what direction he wanted to take his blog, and knowing him, I recognized something of a different person than I am used to. I don't know if it was the style of writing, or just something a brother pics up on, but there seemed to be more at issue than just whether or not to keep up his blog. It turned out he had gotten rejected from a film program he had really wanted to be a part of. Now I don't know how much I helped in regards to that, but at least I think I may have made him smile a little since he posted again, with a quote from me:
"Lange NU: IM sorry you feel your website is not fun any more"
I know it's not much, but I at least feel like I helped a little. And in other brother news, he will be out to visit from the 16th to the 23rd of February, yay!
Monday, January 28, 2002
Why do we do this, all of us "bloggers" or whatever you call us? Do we just enjoy exposing little slices of ourselves to the world at large without actually knowing who these people are? Or is there some greater purpose to all this writing. Sometimes I feel that it just lets me get off some of the things that have been weiging me down, and sometimes as a way ot remember funny things I've heard that otherwise would be forever lost. But what do we do when we get bored? Do we keep posting just to keep the "regulars" happy. Or do we over estimate the number of true regulars that we have. I am personally a regular reader of only three blogs, Locodanny, Fury, and the Den. That's not to say that I haven't read others at times, or even for a period of time, but those are the only ones that I check daily. It would be ince to know that I have a few readers out there, so let me know if you visit often.
Sunday, January 27, 2002
I surprise myself sometimes with how deep I can be I guess. But how else can you describe the huge range of emotions I felt over the last hour, starting from a slight sadness, progressing through annoyed, disapointed and even a little angry, both at myself and the world before reaching the stage of being able to deal level headedly. I could be a poster boy for what happens when you experience grief.
I definately learned a lot about myself in the past few hours. I'll begin the story three hours ago. I had just walked in from an evening at Mee-ow and IMed Meg who was at her fathers house, and thus on a different computer than normal. When playing with the buddy icons, she accidentally set hers to be this ugly chocolate sundae, which got sent to me just as i was typing, so I accepted it unknowingly. Thus a frantic search for the icon ensued. Since instant messenger doesn't ever let you know where the icons are really stored, and deletes the oldone right away, this turned out to be a problem. What ended up happening is that I spent an hour on the web searching for this icon to no avail, after which I wrote an email to the company where I got it originally asking if they could help me find it. At that point i started to get depressed, and worried that I might never see it again, and i definately cried for a few minutes. At that point I decided to be creative, and learned that aol creates a *.id file that is essentially the icon with a new extension. So I loooked, but alas it was gone. However, it might not be gone from other computers I put it on, so I emailed my brother to have him check on the home computers if it might still be there. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for now.
I know that the above may seem trivial, but it is in reality somethign everyone deals with, the loss of something special to them, even though it is totally without intrinsic value. I know in the long run that this means nothing but somehow, at the same time, it is still important that I do everything I can to find it. If I can't then I will accept it, but I just can't not try every possible avenue. Maybe this perseverance is silly, but it means something to me, and I know the fact that it does means something to someone else too. A silly thing like this can make you realize how important certain things are when they represent the people about whom you care most in your life, and the pursuit itself makes you feel closer to them. Its a nice feeling to have underneath once all the dissapointment about the trivial stuff passes.
Love certainly drives people to extremes sometimes, but that is where you can find true happiness, and a real sense of comfort.
On a slight side note, even if I never do find the icon again, I will always remember it, and will always have a blurry picture of it to look at.
Saturday, January 26, 2002
"Meningitis? Thats gum disease" ~Lauren when asked what a misogynist is
Wednesday, January 23, 2002
Another busy day, I definately feel like this is turning into more of a journal than a traditional blog. Anyway, today I wrote my first real paper in a long time. It was my first report for research methods in psych, and wasn't that bad. Tomorrow's the first Orgo midterm, and I think I grasped a few more points in the last few hours. But now its bedtime cause I have class at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Also, the apartment search continues, hopefully we will know what we are doing by the end of the week, but who knows.
Tuesday, January 22, 2002
Another interesting and completely pointless observation: How often do you change more than 1 toiletry article at once? Occasionally it might be 2 or even 3, but yestarday I changed 7 at once, all of which had run out within a day of each other. Spooky, huh?
Monday, January 21, 2002
Every once in a while you get one of those crazy weeks where you don't have the time to anything you don't have to do. Thats how I'm feeling right now.
Tuesday, January 15, 2002
Quote of the day: "If vegetarians love animals so much, why do they eat all their food?"
Monday, January 14, 2002
A small update on stuff: I finally got into orgo, after a weeklong debate on why I needed to take the class. I now have an orgo quiz monday morning at 10 am, what a nice way to start off the week. Add to that the orgo lab that runs 2 to 6 and you have the makings of an interesting day. I probably got way less done this weekend than I should have but I had a good time which is more important. I saw Gosford Park which was OK. Nothign great, but it was fun to see. And once again, just like at Harry Potter, Leanna made it just in the nick of time (that is to say after the previews have started but before the actual movie comes on).
Thursday, January 10, 2002
Its good to be back. After nearly a month long absence I got back to school, and then finally got the cable modem working again. I don't have time right now for a complete digression into the vacation and the past few days since I returned right now, but I will get back to all you faithful reader(s) soon. Its now time for the 3 and half hour class marathon, every Tuesday and Thursday from 1 to 4.