<Mountainous Heathen!>

~ Wednesday, October 12, 2005

ramblings of a child

i haven't felt healthy and aware in nearly five days. what gives, god? you think you're soooo funny. and you are. but still, what gives? i'm good for nothing but blogging right now. i'm not even good for watching t.v. since it makes my eyes scream. blogging and eating this cookie here. that's about as much as i can do. i'm starting to forget what it was like to not be aching, and i long for the day i wake up and there are no clouds in my head.

as a way of making me feel better, holly pointed out how great i should be feeling that i have the chance to make chillins sick at the elementary school. "caugh on 'em real good."

note: don't ever buy tea from safeway. it's just as expensive as elephant pharmacy, but a much smaller, poorer selection. does that sound slightly better?

i still haven't gone down to walgreens for chocolate sticky goodness; i wonder if it's still wow one dollar.

it's that time again. salt water gargling time, that is. when is it not though? i have high aspirations of doing it when i'm well too. just for good measure, but i kid myself.

posted by ...me at 9:20 PM

~ Tuesday, October 11, 2005

i only see the chocolate part

short girl: "let's not try to justify something like this, ok?"
tall girl: "who's trying to justify? i'm just telling you my pattern of thinking, my line of logic in
doing it."
short girl: "ya, well, it was nasty."
tall girl: "i just think different rules apply when you drop something like chocolate...or a
burrito."

posted by ...me at 12:31 PM

~ Sunday, October 02, 2005

of lilies and camphor

the lsat is over for the october first mountain climbers, and so is my trilogy of luck-to-jenny postings. while she's been away, i've made optimum use of her desk, bed, and rollie chair. i admit i did not touch her shelf because the "damage" would have not only been unforgivable but also irreparable. the first night she was gone, i was taken with an overpowering desire to trash our room, because her side was so clear, so clean, so suggestive of a museum. every time i'd walk in, i'd get disturbed; it reminded me of those rooms people preserve on the behalf of a lost loved one. anyway, that didn't last longer than a night, so all is well now.

i've also become somewhat more attached to jenny's beta fish named feather blue. needless to say that betty forgot to feed it for three days and was glad to hear that i had been feeding it regularly. apparently, the way to feed f(b)lue is to throw him one pellet at a time when he's extremely hungry (towards the end of the day, since he's been dancing in the sun all day). he gets overwhelmed and very confused with more than one pellet. also, it's the first time i've seen him keep his little tree in the rocks at the bottom of his bowl; he's figured out how to hide in it without uprooting it.

i know it's only a fish, but it reminds me a little of lily (my aunt's dog). i didn't care too much about her before my mom and i had to take care of her for a few days. then we got to know her, and she spoke to us.

today, i bought the smallest mortar and pestle i could possibly find. it's porcelain and smaller than my mom's even. i got it from this herb store on telegraph, where i also bought some citronella oil. what, you don't have citronella oil on your desk? i forgot to ask if they have anything with camphor in it. friday morning around 6, i walk into betty and holly's room awoken by mosquitoes, and i see holly's looking up things that drive them away. i sit down and soon she says camphor. CAMPHOR! i started laughing in shock, becuase that molecule haunts me even after ochem in the whee hours of the morning (not so whee i guess). i'm glad betty was there and understood. we may not remember what it did (and o the things camphor can do), but we'll never forget the structure. see, even the mosquitoes want me to go and talk to pedersen.

i hope they leave me be tonight. my forehead can't take another biting.

posted by ...me at 7:13 PM

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Wednesday, October 12, 2005 ramblings of a child i haven't felt healthy and aware in nearly five days. what gives, god? you think you're soooo funny. and you are. but still, what gives? i'm good for nothing but blogging right now. i'm not even good for watching t.v. since it makes my eyes scream. blogging and eating this cookie here. that's about as much as i can do. i'm starting to forget what it was like to not be aching, and i long for the day i wake up and there are no clouds in my head. as a way of making me feel better, holly pointed out how great i should be feeling that i have the chance to make chillins sick at the elementary school. "caugh on 'em real good." note: don't ever buy tea from safeway. it's just as expensive as elephant pharmacy, but a much smaller, poorer selection. does that sound slightly better? i still haven't gone down to walgreens for chocolate sticky goodness; i wonder if it's still wow one dollar. it's that time again. salt water gargling time, that is. when is it not though? i have high aspirations of doing it when i'm well too. just for good measure, but i kid myself. posted by ...me at 9:20 PM ~ Tuesday, October 11, 2005 i only see the chocolate part short girl: "let's not try to justify something like this, ok?" tall girl: "who's trying to justify? i'm just telling you my pattern of thinking, my line of logic in doing it." short girl: "ya, well, it was nasty." tall girl: "i just think different rules apply when you drop something like chocolate...or a burrito." posted by ...me at 12:31 PM ~ Sunday, October 02, 2005 of lilies and camphor the lsat is over for the october first mountain climbers, and so is my trilogy of luck-to-jenny postings. while she's been away, i've made optimum use of her desk, bed, and rollie chair. i admit i did not touch her shelf because the "damage" would have not only been unforgivable but also irreparable. the first night she was gone, i was taken with an overpowering desire to trash our room, because her side was so clear, so clean, so suggestive of a museum. every time i'd walk in, i'd get disturbed; it reminded me of those rooms people preserve on the behalf of a lost loved one. anyway, that didn't last longer than a night, so all is well now. i've also become somewhat more attached to jenny's beta fish named feather blue. needless to say that betty forgot to feed it for three days and was glad to hear that i had been feeding it regularly. apparently, the way to feed f(b)lue is to throw him one pellet at a time when he's extremely hungry (towards the end of the day, since he's been dancing in the sun all day). he gets overwhelmed and very confused with more than one pellet. also, it's the first time i've seen him keep his little tree in the rocks at the bottom of his bowl; he's figured out how to hide in it without uprooting it. i know it's only a fish, but it reminds me a little of lily (my aunt's dog). i didn't care too much about her before my mom and i had to take care of her for a few days. then we got to know her, and she spoke to us. today, i bought the smallest mortar and pestle i could possibly find. it's porcelain and smaller than my mom's even. i got it from this herb store on telegraph, where i also bought some citronella oil. what, you don't have citronella oil on your desk? i forgot to ask if they have anything with camphor in it. friday morning around 6, i walk into betty and holly's room awoken by mosquitoes, and i see holly's looking up things that drive them away. i sit down and soon she says camphor. CAMPHOR! i started laughing in shock, becuase that molecule haunts me even after ochem in the whee hours of the morning (not so whee i guess). i'm glad betty was there and understood. we may not remember what it did (and o the things camphor can do), but we'll never forget the structure. see, even the mosquitoes want me to go and talk to pedersen. i hope they leave me be tonight. my forehead can't take another biting. posted by ...me at 7:13 PM