Something fun and myspace reminiscy.

It's been going around the blogosphere, especially the girly and preppy ones. I wanted something fun to do and if I can get it from someone who is 26 then I am not too old for this.




A. Age: 21

B. Bed size: Double. I got a beautiful white iron bed from Pottery Barn when I was in fifth grade. I only have part of it in use now, but when I get back to my parent's house I'm going to pick up the rest.

C. Chore you dislike: I don't have a dishwasher in this apartment so I have to do everything by hand. I usually end up doing a large pile twice a week. Gross I know.

D. Dogs: I want a Siberian Huskey or a Klee Klai but not an Alaskan one. Someday when I have a yard, I'll have the dog, just hopefully not in the Morrisville house.

E. Essential start to your day: Checking my e-mail, CONSTANTLY. It's a dirty habit I picked up from ROTC.

F. Favorite color: Navy blue.

G. Gold or silver: Silver, almost always silver.

H. Height: 5'5"

I. Instruments you play(ed): Saxophone. Since I was in fourth grade I've been playing in my schools' bands. I took a break from music this semester, but I'll be back in full swing in the fall when Mike gets back form Italy.

J. Job title: Student. Rawr.

K. Kids: Not today, thank you.

L. Live: "All in all, I'd rather be in Philadelphia."

M. Mom’s name: MA!

N. Nicknames: I'm slowly getting rid of them.

O. Overnight hospital stays: None just a million day visits. I'm pretty sure Lankenau has my insurance company on speed dial.

P. Pet peeves: Annoying downers. Get happy people! (I mean the people who are like this ALL of the time. Everyone's allowed a few bad days.)

Q. Quote from a movie: "These are my sons: Benny and The Jets. I expected this from you Benny...but The Jets?!"

R. Righty or lefty: Right!

S. Siblings: Samantha. She has a tattoo and I'm going to define her by that for a while until I get bored with it.

T. Time you wake up: As late as I can, I need to start getting up earlier.

U. Underwear: Lot's of lace!

V. Vegetables you don’t like: Lima beans. Yuck!

W. What makes you run late: Not being able to find my keys that I already put in my pocket.

X. X-rays you’ve had: All over. I've even had my brain done!

Y. Yummy food you make: Apple anything! It comes from my love of fall in Vermont.

Z. Zoo animal favorites: Pandas!

Definitely not your grandmother's fellatio.

"I think all of us would rather have oral sex than throat cancer."

Yes, Mike I think we would. Especially early in the morning. Today in Journalism we discussed a photo that appeared on the cover of a Florida college newspaper of a guy performing cunnilingus on a scantily dressed woman. The photo caused a stir of controversy about whether or not it was relevant to the story of people possibly developing throat cancer after having oral sex with people who are infected with HPV. It sparked quite the debate in class about the boundaries in journalism and whether or not the story could have been sold without the photo. Now personally I think that the story was relevant to college students and I wouldn't have needed the photo to pick the paper up and read, but I don't see any reason that the newspaper should have been penalized for it. In fact I like the photo. Not for journalistic reasons, but because of the taboo subject matter given and the roles that were assigned to the man and woman. It's not you typical oral sex scene, well it is for most people but not the kind that gets printed often. It is rare that women get shown in a position of power in a sex scene. Very often its the woman performing the act on a man and the scene is very lewd and crude. I appreciated the photo chosen by the newspaper and the clean and powerful image that they produced. Oral sex, especially cunnilingus is still the naughty no-no for many  (silly) people and it was nice to see college students who have moved past a back of the bus lipstick game.

Remember to get yourself checked.

Outside of journalism, but still in the realm of writing, I have decided to make my fiction piece more pulpy and exaggerated. I got a lot of surprising feedback from my classmates. They loved the story and they want me to push the limits with it. I think tonight when I get back I'm going to revise another draft so I have a hard copy to give to My Hebrew Friend to go over for me. I think I'll just print him out a copy this time and let him write all over it. I found it most helpful when people wrote on their so I knew exactly where to go back and make changes with it. 

Ode to Fusco

I got up, I didn't want to.
I have a cold, a sore, throat, my muscles still hurt,
But I still got up.
And you weren't there.
We waited and waited, some sitting, some standing.
I knelt on my knees, praying to be cancelled.
You came and the door was locked.
I swear I saw some people walk away, but I stayed.
Not for you, but for:
Chopin
Robinson
Howells
James....the list continues

And of course the Manet you couldn't hang because the tape wouldn't unravel for you.
We're not eight anymore, standing between a poster is no longer fun.
But now neither is listening to you and your self-proclaimed boring lectures.
You stare at me, right into my sleepy eyes.
Why do I always have to sit in the front row?
Mick speaks and I can see the boredom in even your eyes.
I'm quick to answer the trivia:
en plein air
Ten Little Indians
Shot by his own men.

My only class of the day and I still got up.
The abandoned perfect paragraph you forgot about is still in my notebook,
And your indecipherable writing is all over my paper.
I'm nodding, I'm gone, my glasses are on my desk.
The clock hand continue their path and I am out of there.
See you on Thursday.

Shopping in the boys department.

I had two things I was thinking about earlier today and one of the I completely forgot about. One was about me and the other one was probably about about me but not so indirectly, but then I forgot about it. So instead I will share my joy that I got to color in class today. My teacher brought in a 64 count box of crayons and I went to town depicting a scene from Heart of Darkness. And now that I am writing this I realized that the other thing was about my new path as short pulp fiction writer. Apparently my classmates really enjoyed the idea with my story, but they were conflicted about whether they thought it should be dark and mysterious or hammy and ridiculous. On guy thought that it had a pulpy vibe to it and so my teacher has tasked me with making it over the top and to push it to the limits of ridiculousness. I may even have to reference Samuel L. Jackson or a ridiculous vampire movie. We shall see. It also means more work for My Hebrew Friend who I've gotten for be my chief source of criticisms and suggestions with this piece. I struggle with fiction more so than with other genres and I need him to make sure things don't get too out of hand.

The other thing that I was thinking about was relationship and how I sort of accidentally fall into them. My friends are all in different stages in their lives and in different places in the world of romance, but none of them seem to have the same process as me. Of course it's all the same for every one: person meets person. For me though I can't seem to just meet a person and instantly be dating them. I start out as friends and over time something changes for me and I start to see them differently and somehow we end up as more than where we started. Right now most of the guys that I am close with are already with other people or I haven't found the others to be right for me in that way yet. It's a particular process for me somehow that I still can't seem to nail down. I'm kind of nervous though because what if I finally end up with someone right before I have to leave. Conundrum. But also a bridge that I'll cross if it gets to that. I'm finally in a good place with Yonni where I feel comfortable alone with him to be myself without the pretensions of sex looming over us, or my need to not say anything wrong around him, or doing something that would make him not like me. It's taken awhile, but now I don't feel bad critiquing him about something or telling him about anything. It's the same with Dan. I wrote a story about us for my non-fiction piece. Andi says that he will be one of those guys I will always "feel something for" but writing that story was like letting go of a lot of stuff that I was holding on to. Growing my hair out was like a liberation from him.

Okay so I never really finished, I just stopped and went to work instead of just saving. The best part of the day after coloring with crayons and the discussion I had with Amy in class about how desirable Marlon Brando is in Streetcar despite how crazy the character and the Dr. Green agreeing with us and then it turning to Marlon Brando weighing 200 pounds more than he was supposed to for Apocalypse Now which was mot excellent, was my trip to sketchy Kohl's down on Township Line. Seriously this store looks so out of the place on the side of the road. It looks like it's in a small field on the edge of a swamp. But that's DelCo for you. Anyways...women have stopped dressing formal in the work place I have found. I couldn't find a white button down anywhere. At least not a white collared one with a breast pocket. And believe me I tried Ross, two Targets, and a TJ Maxx. I had to shop the little boys department to find something that would fit. So so sad. But it's nice to know I not too fat that I have to shop in the men's section.

Also I have a killer sore throat and Arcade Fire's We Used to Wait is my new crack.

Sunday Funday. Samantha what are you thinking?

I feel tired and sore. I should have made Yonni put the Pain-A-Trait on my shoulder while he was still here. Gah what was I thinking? I have the worst actually-use-my-resources-when-Iave-them-at-the-time skills sometimes. Of course now that he's gone I'm actually starting to notice the pain in THE SHOULDER. I'm not a big fan of people rubbing IcyHot into me because they always have a weird touch and it is usually more painful than it should be, but THE SHOULDER is in the spot that I can never quite reach and have effective fingers on it. Yonni's giant man-palm would have been perfect for the task. Of course I suck at actually getting people to hit THE SHOULDER just right anyways so it probably would have been a total waste and he would have spent the rest of his night with a wintergreen smelling palm.

THE SHOULDER hurts because of my awesome ice hockey game today against Villanova. It was great; we had a better turnout than the women's basketball team, which is funny because this was our first game ever. We lost of course, but we did score a goal and we didn't loose by ten like we did at Navy. Missed that game so I don't really have anything to compare the team's playing too, but they did great. HUGE improvement since we started together in the fall. Guy being there last practice really helped us out. His drills really made a lot of the girls realize what hockey is about: skating.We might have another game and we're definitely going to be in the league so next year I'm going to have to invite some of my friends to the games. T said he invited Dr. A. so next time he has to come. Miss that guy. And Ginger Dan totally let T down, but hey she gets out of McGroddy now if she wants.

Other News of the Night: I finally finished The Dark Knight. I know, it only took me a week. I watched it with Yonni who kept saying all of the lines before they happened and I wanted to smack him, but then I just got used to it and it started being really funny by the end. ALSO Samantha supposedly got a tattoo. I'm not entirely sure that it's real just yet or if she's lying to my mom to freak her out, but all signs so far point to real. Seriously Samantha? You won't have sex, but you'll get a tattoo? Personally I'd go with the sex. If you're safe it's way less permanent and you can hold it over your mother forever. So much fun in a Catholic guilt sort of way. Plus you get to see a whole other side of Aunt Val. I toyed with the idea of getting one once either a physics joke about Newton's apple with e=mc^2 (it's the world) or my husband's name on the inside of my thing up near you know where. Kind of trashy and way too permanent. I think I'd rather spend the money on a boat someday and just have sex with my husband in the sun on it somewhere really really warm. 

An even worse title than my fiction piece.

I have The Carpenter's Superstar stuck in my head, but not the version by The Carpenters. It's the one done by Sonic Youth, the one people know from Juno when Jason Bateman gets all creepy on Ellen Page.

I just found out my journalism class is cancelled for tomorrow morning, which is both a good and a bad thing. Good because that class is getting annoying and draining and I've definitely come to the realization that while I have learned a lot about internet publication and multimedia presentation, I do not want to be a journalist. Sorry Aunt Sylvia, but you'll have to find another relation to follow in your footsteps. It's bad though because it now means I have more time to procrastinate working on my fiction piece that's due for workshop. I have to have fourteen copies to hand out in class so my classmates can tear it apart on Monday. I got a good start done before I went to work today and I only need another hour or so working at a solid pace to get a decent draft done for class. I just need to suck it up and do it.

Today practice was fantastic despite Lauren and I refusing to get out of the car and Lauren texting me a million times to make sure I would come get her at 5am. Thank god she texts me for a solid half hour before I get her otherwise I would just roll over and go back to sleep. Today Guy came and did a whole practice on skating. Not very technically challenging for me because of my background, but I definitely got a solid workout in. My body is soooo sore right now from skating on my butt Russian circles, but now everyone knows I can do a Shoot the Duck on both feet and ended up being demonstrator for half the drills. Not terrible because Guy and I ended up having a great chat about skating and how hockey is 90% skating and that everyone should start out with the intensive training that figure skaters go through. Most of the girls think that I'm naturally good on the ice, but they don't realize that I've been drilled and tested on cross-overs and edges for years and that I actually competed in events just for skating around the rink on my inside and outside edges. I had to put a lot of work, discipline, and muscle training into being able to do just half a lap of power pulls. The girls don't have to come close to what I do, but they need to realize that it takes a lot more to get even just good blade control than what they're giving now.

Rawr I wish my body didn't hurt so bad. Maybe the soreness will keep me awake long enough to finish my story or maybe I will just fall asleep ad wake up like a broke pretzel. We shall see...

Why so sleepy?

Snap, crackle, pop, FUCK! I hate that it's 11pm and I have all of this energy. Where was it this morning when the rain and cold made me sleepy and want to lay in bed all morning? I have l'hockey in the morning and I've tasked Lauren with making sure I come pick her up in the morning. The only thing that's motivating me is that this is out last morning practice of the semester and the idea of the super hot steamy shower that I plan on taking for a long while to warm up after power skating with Guy (pronounced Gee). Oh man that sounds good. Writing this is making me sleepy thank god and I can't believe that this is the second time this week that I've posted three times in a day. Writing this blog is the new vacuuming when it comes to procrastination. Guess who won't be going out tomorrow night since she didn't write her fiction piece today. Not that I really enjoy going out Thursdays anyways. It's too much after being up since 4am and having to get up again on Friday. I'll go out Friday when I'll have a chance to better enjoy my friends' company. Love my friends, especially some of my work friends. In fact I think I actually like my new work friends than some of my other friends that have been kind of lame recently. I should start reevaluating the people I have in my life and start separating myself from the people that haven't been very good for me. Poo, I love my friends, I don't really want to have to do that, but I need to take care of me first.

On a happier note I have become obsessed with all things that feel soft and fluffy on my nose when I get cold and sleepy. These soft items include the fuzzy lamb skin I keep in bed, nice smelling chest hair on attractive men, and flannel sheets. So if you know of anything or anyone that is incredibly soft, I am taking applications for the next cold and rainy day.

MUST MUST get some sleep tonight!