I’m totally over-reacting right now, but I just went downstairs to get my baking dish (because I sill haven’t really moved any of my kitchen stuff upstairs) and it was nowhere to be found in the 11 kitchen. Then, as you can probably guess, the story becomes about baking sheets, as always. I decided to just grab my one baking sheet to use instead- Brad gave it to me, and he engraved my name on the bottom because I was always complaining about mine going “missing.” It was both cute and funny, and as cheesy or stupid as it might sound, this item has some sentimental value to me. And it’s completely stained. Which isn’t like that big of a deal, except I know I didn’t do it, so I know it’s someone else not taking care of my stuff, which is annoying. Also, based on how dirty/greasy it was, I really seriously think that the reason it’s such a mess is because the last person to use it didn’t even rinse it off before putting it back in the drawer.

This drives me crazy. I am officially packing up all of my kitchen stuff and storing it under my bed from now on.

I cannot WAIT to have my own apartment.

(Yeah, I know how totally stupid this sounds, and how Not Important this is in the bigger picture.  But I’ve been having a really lousy/stressful week and I’ve been aggravated by shared kitchen space for 3.5 years by now, so it’s definitely frayed my last nerve by now.)

…and I am job searching…

…and hating everything right now.  The place I’m currently applying to has the worst online application system eeeevaaaar.

I just want to apply for a job. Any job. I don’t even need to GET the job. I’ve been trying to APPLY to ANY job for the past WEEK and have found NOTHING.

Hence the late Friday night partying with Google.

God I’m so tired…

Dear Class of 2009,

Sincerely,
Vivian Tang
MIT Class of 2009 President

Seriously, punctuation is your friend. Yikes. Who elects these people?

Brad: “The jock types are just looking for someone to look good, someone they can be better than…but nerds, the nerds are looking for a partner…someone they can spend the rest of their life slaying dragons with.”
Me: “Oh God.”
Brad: “What?”
Me: “I just realized that right before you got here I was watching Firefly.”

It seems that there is in fact, no hope for me. Also, my ex boyfriend spends far too much time on my new floor.

I think the word “probable” redefines itself within the boundaries of my life.

The BC rooming chair wrote:
“Hi Diana,
You have been assigned to 211C. You will be able to move in once the current resident has turned in her key.”

Quoting Dan:
yaaaay!

Quoting Adelaide:
YAY!!!!!

Quoting Lauren:
welcome back diana!!!! YAY!!!

Quoting Kiki:
WOOOOOOO!!!! YEAAS!

Quoting Laura M:
Oh! that is so exciting! Welcome back (even though I am not there!!!!)

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Everyone will be very excited, just as soon as the “current resident” turns in her key, whoever that is, as if anyone cares.

I suppose I shouldn’t take it personally, but as soon as I saw the thread titled “Good news,” I knew it would be an outpouring of happiness for Diana’s return. There wasn’t the slightest reaction (aside from personal emails from Adelaide) to the news of my departure.

Although I suppose that just confirms that this is the right decision…

11:00 AM on January 20, 2009. 30 minutes before Barack Obama becomes President. More importantly, 30 minutes before George Bush ceases to be President.

On the BBC they just showed Bush leaving the White House for the last time. I can’t tell you how excited I am. I think I might actually start jumping on the bed.

I know Obama has said it before. I don’t know if he believes it, but I am sure that it is true: this election, this presidency, is NOT about him. It’s about things which are a lot bigger.

A black woman who was just interviewed by the BBC said that she was excited because her young nephew would grow up knowing that the idea that he can be President one day is more than just theoretical. She is excited because there is someone he can look to, a President who looks like him. I am confident that one day, before I die, I will be able to do the same. (Although any of you who know me already know how glad I am that it did not happen this year.)

And it’s about more than that. It’s about fixing this country, which I (dare I say it?) love. Yes, you read right. I, Laura Nicholson, love my country. My real country. Which I have not seen for 8 years. And I am so excited to graduate this year- ready to go out into my country, into the world, and fix it. But I have no yet drunk the Kool-Aid. I do not credit Obama with this feeling. Obama did not give me this. My country, my people, my fellow Americans did.

The moment is almost upon us. I think I might cry for happiness. I’m totally serious.

This is false. None of us were allowed to return to life as it had been before 9/11, because you worked so hard to keep us in constant fear, and I think I will resent you for that forever. Perhaps not my childhood, but just past it- all of my high school and college years have been lived out in a culture of fear. Do not think we have not noticed. I have noticed, and resented the shadow cast, not by terrorists, but by politicians who used a tragedy for their own ends, and tainted the things I most value in my country.

Bush’s schedule from Inauguration day is as follows:

“11:30 a.m. THE PRESIDENT and Mrs. Bush participate in the swearing-in ceremony for the 44th president of the United States of America.

1:25 p.m. THE FORMER PRESIDENT makes remarks at departure ceremony, Andrews Air Force Base — Hangar 6.”

Just those words. “The former president Bush.” The idea catches in my throat. Are we really that close? Really just a few more days? Truly? It’s like waking up from a long nightmare- it’s hard to believe that the sun is shining.

Mostly so I could have first-hand knowledge of how much it sucked. And I was not disappointed. Trust me, that book is awful. I could go on about all of the reasons but really? Not even worth it. The point is, now I’m prepared to defend myself to people who think that drivel is actually….anything else.

Well, after the experience of reading the novel, I decided to check out the trailer for the movie, purely out of curiosity. And….wow. I have never seen a movie trailer that made me want to see a movie less than that one. But then. Thanks to the wonders of the “related videos” bar in youtube, I discovered a spoof.

First watch this: Official Twilight Trailer

Then watch this: Twilight Trailer Spoof

Now *that* made me lol. I love how accurately they nailed the deadpan of horrendous acting. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. =)

So, I rolled up my sleeves and scrolled all the way down to the bottom and the oldest messages I still have are….drumroll please….the REX tshirt flame war.

Well that just about made me want to be sick, so I scrolled up a few messages and read some emails I was sending back and forth with Adelaide while she was away on study abroad. And that sort of cheered me up for about 2 emails until I got to the one I sent her in mid-April, which was basically this 5 paragraph frantic rant about how she needed to be on Skype immediately and how I was going to spend every waking moment on Skype for the next 4 days so that I could talk to her in real time about my life falling apart and how I was going to leave MIT for a semester. (Yeah, for a period of about 24 hours that seemed like the most likely outcome of the situation. It was bad.)

Oy. I just want to delete some old freaking emails, not relive the worst moments of the past year.

Also, I don’t think I’m responded to a single email I’ve gotten from a prospective student in the last year. Blogger fail. =(

So, I ditched that whole idea and am now composing an email to my cousin Rebecca, who I’m going to see in April when I fly out to Salt Lake City for her wedding. That’s slightly more cheerful, although the fact that she’s getting married really freaks me out (as it will leave me as the oldest unwed granddaughter of my super-Catholic old fashioned PopPop).

Everything is just…sort of…mildly upsetting lately. I guess I’m just being mopey and bored, considering I’m spending 3 weeks at home doing effectively nothing.

Tomorrow I’m going to the dentist to finally get my crown put in (yeah, remember when I donated blood, passed out, face planted, smacked my chin on the floor and drove my teeth through my bottom lip? Well I apparently cracked a molar in addition to getting 40 stitches in my face. Screw you, Red Cross.), but after that I’ll probably spend the rest of the day at my aunt’s house hanging out with my cousins. That should be a lot of fun, actually…which just demonstrates how lame I am lately.

Are there ever even points to my blog entries anymore?

Yes, somebody. But clearly not you, you fucking ape.

You’re pissing me off. I am going to throw my shoe at you.

From the same interview (see it here):

Raddatz [paraphrase]: So, now we have a timetable. I thought timetables signaled surrender to the enemy. What gives?

Bush: “Well what I talked about about timetables was a political timetable imposed upon Iraq by people who didn’t think we should have been in there in the first place. This is an agreement between the sovereign government of Iraq and the United States Government.”

If you’re not with us, you’re against us. If you didn’t agree with me from the very beginning, your opinion doesn’t count. What an obnoxious prick.

Also:

Bush: One of the major theaters against al Qaeda turns out to have been Iraq. This is where al Qaeda said they were going to take their stand. This is where al Qaeda was hoping to take–

Raddatz: But not until after the U.S. invaded.

Bush: Yeah, that’s right. So what? The point is that al Qaeda said they’re going to take a stand. Well, first of all in the post-9/11 environment Saddam Hussein posed a threat. And then upon removal, al Qaeda decides to take a stand. And, they’re becoming defeated and I think history will say that 1) the world was better off without Sadaam, 2) along with the Iraqi troops we have denied Al Qaeda a safe haven because a young democracy is beginning to grow which will be an important sign for poeple in the Middle East.

So what?! Are you FUCKING kidding me? You fabricated evidence and sent our country into an unjust war, and your response to that is SO WHAT.

I fucking hate you. I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you I FUCKING HATE YOU.

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