February 2008
110 posts
I just got paid $45 cash to do the following: Watch half an episode of Scrubs. Watch an episode of Friends. Watch an episode of The Office. Watch the Duke vs. NCSU basketball game (which we won by 20 points, in case anyone was wondering). Read about 100 pages in The Other Boleyn Girl. Not even meet the kid who was asleep when I got there and didn’t wake up at all. I love babysitting.
January 2008
20 posts
Ted declared that the title of today’s lecture should have been “The Hook-Up Culture in Renaissance Venice.” Several students (including 2 guys in tights) performed part of an extremely bawdy play. The euphemisms were thinly veiled at best, and it was hilarious. Also, excellent typo in the Vespers bulletin today: apparently our processional hymn was “Chris is the...
“Are you reading too much into it? That’s like asking, ‘Am I being...”
– Prof. David Aers, chastising me for suggesting I was reading too much into Edmund Spenser’s Faerie Queene
Happiness is seeing that bright green bar with the words “This Page is Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional!” in white. Finally.
11:40 to 12:55 is an evil time to have class. I can never decide when to eat lunch, before or after. Looks like today it’ll be before.
Why would you steal a laundry basket? Why?!?!?
There aren’t words for how much I love choral music. Especially if it was written between 1400 and 1600. Heh.
Adding cheese to the leftover pasta I made last night was the best decision I ever made. I think that’s kind of a universal when it comes to cheese.
Sarah's Favorite Places →
This was obscenely labor-intensive—I mean, there’s more to the freaking lab than this, but I’m still glad my little photo gallery decided to start working, so hey…yay CSS? Since I’ve spent 3 hours on this thing and just now got it functioning, nevermind trying to make it look good… The point being, I coded that page. Go me.
Am I weird or does everyone feel awkward when they run into a professor right after they’ve been holed up in the library doing research for his/her class? Hi Professor Aers, I was just reading the 1560 Zwinglian commentary on Revelation 17 like you asked us to… OK, maybe it is just me.
Today in CompSci, we had to do an in-class assignment, and for the last problem, I just stopped doing my calculations and wrote “I hate math.” I can’t wait for lab today, when I can just make pretty web pages and not deal with numbers.
In keeping with my blog's working title...
Me (climbing down a mountain): This is really killing my knees.
Ted: That's what she said.
Me (still climbing): I'm going to be so sore tomorrow.
Ted: That's what she said.
Ted (playing the sheriff in "mafia"): I'm going to investigate Erin.
Me: That's what she said.
This Facebook thing’s been kind of a hit, huh? (Just gutted my profile because it was getting a little ridiculous…)
Birkenstockton?
I sometimes feel like I was a lot cooler in high school—and that was exactly what made me un-cool to the reigning popular crowd at the time. I wore my Birkenstocks tonight and suddenly I was reminiscing about the days when I wore hippie skirts as often as possible, sported Birks year-round (sandals in warm weather, clogs in cold), never wore makeup and avoided high heels like the plague....
The Very Secret Diaries →
This is old school, but I continue to find these endlessly entertaining.
As if I don’t have enough blogs…I’m copying my bf and using this for completely random crap that enters my head throughout the day. I reserve the right not to be embarrassed by how often and with what I update this…so it’s like my Facebook status without word limits and general self-restraint. Maybe?