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August 4, 2003

I know why it smells like popcorn

I had previously titled this "Why does it smell like popcorn?" but shortly after stepping out of my room (aka "dungeon of doom and stuff and lack of sunlight and fresh air") after writing the first draft of this entry, I found the scent so powerful, so paralyzing, that I came to the conclusion that popcorn must had been popped at some point during my consciousness. I went to the balcony overlooking the family room where my brother was sitting.

"Did you eat popcorn?"

I know that any regular person would have figured out that the smell of popcorn was indeed coming from the fluffy morsels of starch themselves, but I didn't think we had any popcorn. "Popcorn cannot exist in the Lee household; it cannot be true!" Yes. I don't know what's wrong with me. Anyway, the scent had lingered for about 4 hours, and I felt like I was swimming in a mist consisting of microscopic popcorn molecules and their butter buddies. (shudder)

And now I return you to our regularly schedule program. This program is entitled "If It Smells Like Popcorn, It Is Popcorn, Doofus". It stars me as the doofus in question. And all other characters are played by...me. [Stuff that looks like this has been added as a commentary for you to follow along with. How fun it shall be!]


I ask the above question only because I really do not know the answer. For the past few hours sitting in my room in front of this laptop (not a good habit...oh well!) I've noticed a popcorn-esque scent in the room. Huh? What the...where is it coming from? I know it's not actually popcorn [apparently, I didn't], but what else smells like popcorn [...popcorn]? It seems to be a mixture of my sweat and paper products and...the computer. [ew]

Anyway, I haven't been going online much lately.

::gasp!:: So what have I been doing?

WELL, I'm glad you asked. Otherwise I'd be talking to myself. (tumbleweed rolls by)

...I've been crocheting like I've never crocheted before. And I'm not just saying that; I've never crocheted before. Well, I did mention crocheting in my last entry, but you know what I mean. That's what I've been doing for the past few days, and I've gotten some pretty good results. Here's a collage of stuff I've been making lately (not all crocheted stuff...bag ideas came from flamingo) and here are photos of me and some stuff I just did the other day (crap, it's Monday already, isn't it?). Strangely enough, I'm starting to vaguely understand how to read crochet patterns...although I'd still need to look at all the abbreviations and junk.

The other day I saw Dirty Pretty Things with Cristen. While waiting before the movie we went around to a couple of stores, one which was called Copabananas. The storefront immediately caught my eye because it had Uglydolls! I've always wanted one,but I guess not to the tune of $30. :| I'm sure it's worth that much though, they're so cute! AND SOFT! And squishy! Anyway, I really enjoyed the movie and it wasn't anything like I thought it would be. Then again, I didn't have many thoughts about it in the first place, but I thought it would be this very dark drama type thing...and it kind of is, but it's happy too. Here's a nice recent synopsis of the movie. I'd recommend seeing it if it's playing anywhere near you.

For an extended period of time my cable connection was actually working pretty well! I mean, one would assume it should work well and not die every two seconds, but that's what I've been dealing with lately. It's still kinda crapping up, but I guess my connection is a lot better from in my room than in the basement. And it's so freakin' fast, I've already uploaded a lot of my pages. I could measure the time to upload my Mum site in minutes instead of DAYS (really, when I uploaded it on my dial up connection it me hoarding the Internet 24/7 while hoping stuff wouldn't crash after being left on for hours).

I could have sworn that I had more things to say... ... ...hm. Oh yeah, I think I will actually start drawing more Poofy comics. I sketched out five of them in the past week just out of boredom in my journal before going to bed. I'm also planning to applique a green t-shirt with felt to look like Bork just because...well, I got a green t-shirt and I have a lot of felt. The best place to get cheapo new t-shirts is a craft shop, I think. I went to Michaels and got a bright kelly green kids small t-shirt for $4. I don't think I could find a shirt like that and that cheap anywhere else even if I wanted to. Then again, it was probably made by slave labor in Mexico or something. (sigh)

This entry was pretty boring. Next time I will try to make things more exciting. Like maybe when it's not past 3 AM...jeez, what's wrong with me?

By the way, there's still a popcorn-esque smell in the air...[and would be until the sun came back up]

[PS: Alright, this is where I shall reply to previous comments. I SHALLL! Uh. Anyway! I use Photoshop and ImageReady to design my websites and then Dreamweaver to make everything into HTML because I don't know how to deal with computer languages, and even with my minimal contact with actual HTML (as opposed to a WYSIWYG editor) sometimes I feel the need to bash my head against a hard surface.

I checked out this software discount site and...yeah, big discounts! Cool! But not enough for me to buy them, although a legitimate copy of Photoshop would be nice. Having pirated software feels a bit iffy, but then shelling out hundreds of dollars for the same program that I already have in a sense seems silly. Oh well, can anyone spare $400?

...I've just realized that an iPod is not much cheaper than that. As to what is more valuable...eh. Well. My iPod has been extremely useful as a way for me to transfers gigs of files from my desktop computer to my laptop very quickly. I haven't actually had much use for it as an mp3 player yet. :P But now that I think of the Adobe program package in comparison to an iPod, it doesn't seem that bad.]

August 8, 2003

That Fresh Nabisco Smell

There's a Nabisco factory on the side of the highway (route 208?) that you pretty much have to go on if you want to get to anyplace worth going. There's always a baking smell wafting out and permeating the interiors of everyone's automobiles/brain cells and I kind of like the smell, but I wondered if I'd like it if I had to smell it everyday. How about the people that work in the factory? Do they get sick of the smell of cookies after a while? Something weird I recently noticed is that for most of my life I was never able to smell the baking smell coming out of the factory, probably due to mucus nomads deciding to permanently colonize my nasal cavities for a few years, but now I always smell it. AHH, refreshing! Then again, having a stuffed up nose had its advantages; I couldn't smell anything bad. I could be ignorant and ignore people farts, or whatever it was that happened...

So I've been doing a lot of cookie smelling a lot lately since my mum and I have been going out...a lot...lately. A few days ago we went to an IKEA that recently opened and...my GOD, it's huge! It's huge and crowded. The store is in it's own little section on the side of the highway that has been pretty much untouched for 10 years. I swear that weeds had grown into full fledged trees during that time. At some point loads of road construction was done around that area with ramps going everywhere (the Garden State Plaza is on the opposite side of the highway from IKEA) and not a bunch of those ramps go straight into IKEA. I was surprised by how quickly they built IKEA because...if I remember correctly, it wasn't too long ago. Just one day these huge structure sprouted out of nowhere and I thought the apocalypse was coming or something.

I've been to IKEA once in my life, and I was really small and remember nothing except for the Swedish meatballs (that used to be one of my favorite foods). I was blown away by all the stuff they have because its just SO MUCH STUFF here's a small sampling of it)and its SO CHEAP it's scary. Really, some of the stuff is ridiculously cheap, I don't get it. The store is so huge, you could spend your entire LIFE there. Just sleep on some of the cozy beds! I didn't look at the cafeteria, but I'm sure there you can get them Swedish meatballs. There was also a little grocery area where they sold chocolates, jams, and a lot of seafood-related items.

Speaking of seafood, today my mum and I ate at Legal Sea Foods because they have great salads and...great seafood. One of their dishes is a blackened tuna "sashimi"...not sashimi, "sashimi." It's like sashimi, but it's not because they wanted to slightly cook the outside. Of course, I think that's completely nuts; why even go through the trouble? It's practically raw! So my mum asked if she could have it completely raw and the waitress said no one had ever asked for that before, but the cook said it was okay. It was DELICIOUS, they should just keep it that way on the menu. I guess I'll have to remember in the future to get that and ask for it to be completely raw, which is easy enough. There is no absolutely raw fish (or unquoted sashimi) on the menu, which is weird considering they must have the freshest available fish any restaurant could have. My mum said that raw fish probably isn't that appealing, but then that doesn't explain the Japanese restaurant explosion that has occurred around where we live (and just about everywhere else) because obviously, a significant amount of people must be ordering sashimi for it to be on the menu. So...anyway, if you ever go to Legal Sea Food, get the tuna and ask for it completely raw. My entree was clams (or were clams...well, one entree, many clams, you know what I mean) which was really nice too. I really like clams/oysters because eating them is like taking a dip into the ocean...and then eating the ocean. Eating some ocean essence, maybe. And then ingesting sand from the ocean, because there's always some little particles of something in the clams. I personally don't really enjoy going to the ocean though...

Random thing: here's a collage of what's on my desk. SO EXCITING AHH you are writhing with anticipation...or not.

Man, my Poofies are so unloved. Nobody wants them! They are all stuffed in a crate, it's kind of sad. Then again, they're all so happy looking, so...so...they don't care. I have to admit, even thought I tend to assume the worst and that my stuff sucks, I really did thing I'd sell poofies to people out there in Internet land (I sold some to people that I know, but that doesn't really count, although I value my friends' business, of course). I did manage to sell some buttons, but only one set to a complete stranger and another set of different buttons requested by someone Cristen told my site about to. If my poofies don't sell at cut + paste then I'll ...well...I dunno. I guess I'll get them mailed back to me and I'll just keep em for myself. The poofies are pretty much the last thing anyone would see on the site, but...(shrugs). Poofy.net has gotten a lot of hits from the site, but I really have no sense that anyone is visiting the site. No on leaves any comments or notes in the guestbook and no one e-mails me, except for the girl who requested certain buttons. When I first started the site a lot of people I didn't know would sign the guestbook or contact me, and it didn't even get that many visitors! Since I didn't change the site much since then, I haven't a clue what I'm doing wrong. I guess I have to write some more comics before going to college (I don't think I'll be making a whole lot of em there).

And speaking of college,it's coming up soon! AHHH! NO I WANT TO STAY HOME, this sucks. At least I got my dorm information; I'll b e with Kathryn in Raymond House, 305. I guess I should be glad I'm not on the fourth floor or something. Aaaand here's my new mailing address:

Robyn Lee
Box 1026
Vassar College
124 Raymond Avenue
Poughkeesie, NY 12604-Box 1026

I don't know if you have to write "Box 1026" at the end...I mean, I don't see why you would. It's already in the beginning of the address, and that last bit is just for the zip code. That's how it's written in the mailing I got though. Everyone else who's going to college, tell me your new mailing addresses! Then I can write you letters on weird Japanese stationery with loads of BUNNY STICKERS!

Ah yes...BUNNY STICKERS!!! My mum and I went to Morning Glory just to take a look, but there is quite a lot of cute stuff. Their stuff isn't as cute as San-X, but the MG bunny characters are cute. Just take a look at these stickers; blue bunnies and pink bunnies! I bought those today, along with other bunny stickers that I can't find on this website. Crazy, probably. I also got a Miffy highlighter and a rabbit pen/pencil thingy...er, yeah, this is perfect stuff to get for college, right? I seem to be digressing into my childhood...

I did something really stupid. Okay, that's not a newsflash...but I will continue to tell you about my stupidity anyway. BWAHAHA! I bought this Libido single because I thought it was by ...Libido. That makes sense, right? But it's not Norwegian Libido, it's ...another Libido! I DID know there was another band called Libido, but seeing that that CD was meshed with all the other Libido singles, I figured it was something else that I had missed. Thankfully, it didn't cost much, but...still. Er. Poop!

I must get this. The only problem is that I don't need 144 of them. I mean, it's reasonably priced, but...that's a helluva lot of Bobs. Will anyone buy them from me if I get a case? Because if anyone's interested, I'll buy a case and sell them 4/$1. :)

August 10, 2003

Squash Spaghetti

Yesterday I spent the day in Manhattan with my mum, mainly around Nolita, Soho and the East Village. I wanted to go because of The Market NYC, which I've wanted to go to for months but was always too lazy to do so (how not-surprising!). I used to go around that area quite a lot with Diana just for fun, but this time I saw loads of stores I hadn't seen before.

First stop was The Market NYC. It was easy to find and was situated in a church gymnasium (see a photo collage I made here. It was filled with the works of "young designers" (my mum said "I guess if you're old you'd have a hard time selling anything,") in the form of jewely, clothing, and handbags. The first clothing line we checked out was Sampleline, and while I liked the designs I think my mum liked them even more. Luckily, we can share clothes, so she got a skirt and a pair of pants. I tried on a very short skirt (probably for the first time in my life) and I liked it, but then I couldn't think of too many situations that I'd wear it in. Another vendor was selling screen-printed shirts and tank tops that I liked a lot, so I got one of those. My mum got an interesting denim jacket from this guy and two very nice bags with drawstrings (although not necessarily drawstring bags...does that make sense?) from this designer. She also got a nice silver bracelet with semiprecious stones in it, and while I like jewely too, I mainly like to look at it. I mean, I don't mind looking at it...it's not like I find looking at jewely a very time consuming activity that I can find joy in. Actually, now that I think of it, my mum used to go to the jewelry department at Nordstom ALL the time because she had a friend that worked there (and she really liked buying jewelry) and I found it very boring. So. My point is, I'm not very into jewely. At least that may have been what I wanted to say a few miles back...

Another place I wanted to go was the Camper store because I needed to get new shoes. Did my life depend on it? Probably not, but my mum said the shoes I have right now are probably soaked with bodily fluids and god knows what else. I look at them and see shoes; she looks at them and sees a hot bed of bacterial infestation. I've had the same pair of Camper sneakers for about 2 and a half years, so I guess I am entitled to a new pair before the other one becomes totally ingested by microscopic beasties. The layout of the store was very cute and simple; no racks, just a raised platform on one side with all the shoes strewn out on it, with huge, wide brimp lamps hanging overheard to light them. On the other side of the store is where you can sit to try on the shoes, basically a long ledge with air-filled cushions (they felt like sitting on balloons...squish-ploop!) to rest your bum on. Everything was on sale and I managed to get the last pair of some nice red sneakers. I've never had red shoes before, but...well, now I do. RED SNEAKERS OH BOOOY! Oh yeah, when my mum was paying for the shoes, the cashier folded up her receipt and put it in a little plastic pouch about the size of a business card. I've never see that done before! Is it more sanitary to put the receipt in plastic or something? How big is the "receipt poncho" market anyway? "Are your receipts always getting wet and grimy? Protect your receipts from the harshness of the outside world with RECEIPT PONCHOS!"

Some other stores we went to were Lunettes Et Chocolat (a store that sells sunglasses and...chocolates? My mum bought a box...well at least she won't have any competition from me), Karikter, Kate's Paperie, Scholastic Store, and Stackhouse. Stackhouse is a pricey place that has lots of nice designed t-shirts and stuff like that, but the main thing I noticed were some crocheted caps they were selling for...a lot. I don't remember how much, but I was thinking it would be truly crazy to pay that much for something that was probably made with less than $5 of yarn in addition to not being that hard to make. Lunettes et Chocolat also sold some crocheted hats that costed a lot. Jeez, I can crochets hats and caps, and they're really easy, although they may take a few hours. I don't mind shelling out a large amount of dough for unique designs and visible effort, but sometimes I see things and just don't understand why they cost so much.

We walked from the area around Prince Street to Quintessence, which is at 10th Street near First Avenue. When you look at a map it doesn't seem that close, but walking around there is easy. One of the reasons I initially wanted to live in Manhattan was because I thought I could do with the incidental exercise that comes with having to walk wherever you want to go, but it doesn't make up for the awful air quality. Still, going to Manhattan from the suburbs, one of the first things you notice is how much slimmer everyone is. In this sense it's a much nicer place for my mum and I to go clothing shopping at than the mall, but I feel kinda pudgy walking around Manhattan. I need more exercise, YES. We could have taken an annoying subway route to Quintessence but it was much nicer to look and whatever was on the street. St. Mark's Place reminded my mum and of Taiwanese night markets (except Taiwanese night markets are dirtier and...um, scarier) and there were lots of vintage stores. One store was selling LOADS of t-shirts, really, just...mountains of stuff. If I had any idea what I could do with the shirts, I wouldn't have minded looking at them, but there were already loads of people around there. When we started walking in Cooper Square, I saw a guy wearing a Stink-O-Man t-shirt (and I'd like that one, now that it's on sale)! STINK-O-MAAAN! Come to think of it, it may be surprising that that was the only homestarrunner clothed person I saw...

Oh yeah, back to Quintessence. I love Quintessence since they've just got such yummy food, and since everything's raw I can try anything I want. While I've been there two times before, my mum had never gone and wasn't really into the idea of eating there since she doesn't think eating raw food imitaing cooked food makes sense. I had to keep telling her it was good and delicious and it's not really like the raw dishes are trying to emulate cooked food, but the cooked food serves as an example of something you could make without haaving to cook anything. The raw counterparts don't really taste like the cooked ones; they're completely separate! That kinda makes sense,right? Anyway, she ended up really liking the food! :) We started off with a sampler appetizer and for my entree I had "spaghetti" that was really squash cut into long, thin strips with diced tomatoes, marinated mushrooms, and olives on top. My mum had an entree that sampled a bunch of the other entrees on the menu and had falafels, hummus, a nori roll, and some "ravavioli" made of thinly sliced turnip. Mmmmmmm. I also ordered a coconut shake, which is coconut and coconut water blended together. It's SO SO SO good...coconuts in general are just so yummy. Of course we couldn't go without eating dessert, so we each got a different pie; I got fruit cheese and she got three layer fudge. Man, that stuff is so, so, so yummy...so it's probably a good thing that we don't live that close or else we would eat there too much. Take a look for yourself; here's a photo of some of the stuff we ate!

I managed to finish a bag I've been crocheting for the past few days. I didn't use very good yarn though, so I have to keep a note to myself that cotton yarn is good for bags, and acrylic is ...not as good. It looks pretty greenish but the yarn is actually a whole bunch of colors wrapped together. I guess green stands out the most though.

Since today is Sunday, I've just been lazying around doing laundry and some website junk. I'm also working on another crocheted bag, using a pattern for the first time and actually understanding it (it's exciting)! My brother was away in Washington DC for the past few days but he just got back home today and some of his friends are over too. It was pretty nice just having my mum and I in the house for a while...

I recently got the new issue of 1-Up Zine and came across the heading in the letters section "Pong Slumber Party". I thought, "Haha, that sounds like me!" Then I read it and thought "Haha, that sounds like me!" And then I realized "Oh no, that is me!" Because I wrote a silly e-mail ...here's a photo. And I must have signed my e-mail with Rob, doh! Hopefully people will figure out that I'm a girl, or else it may sound funny that I talk about girls having sleepovers.

I got an e-mail from my old friend from Taiwan, Krystin, who now lives in Greece! She has a website of photos (warning: it plays music) from ages ago. You can probably figure out which one I am in the 4 year old+ photos from her 14th birthday party. Glasses and a beret...I dunno what I was thinking.

--- comment replies! ---

Hey Allie, I know just what you mean about going blah when something stinks...my BROTHER stinks, and I gotta live with him. Haha! I guess it's mean for me to always tell him "Dude, you smell," so I've stopped doing that. Kinda. He really has pretty bad BO though.

Man, I wouldn't want to be a doctor or a lawyer either. Anyone who's lifelong dream is to do either of those is...kinda crazy. Not that it wouldn't be useful to learn to be a doctor or a lawyer, but to actually be one? Ah...nah, not for me! Right now I'm planning to study anthropology, but I really don't know how far I'll go with that. I know what I'm definitely not doing...anything related to math. I think. :)

August 13, 2003

Thom Yorke Watched Me Sleep

I had the strangest dream last night, and that's saying a lot because I forget my dreams 99.99% of the time. Or more. I know I must dream every night, but I tend to only remember them if they involve a musician I like. And that doesn't happen much. The last dream I remember remembering (...) is one where I was at an Even Johansen concert that was outdoors, except the performance took place inside a small building and the audience had to look through a huge glass window down into the room.

So, what happened in this dream that I actually remembered? Thom Yorke was watching me sleep. At least I think that's what was happening. Except I was awake...wait, that doesn't make sense. Alright, I remember being wrapped in a blanket in a room that looked like my brother's. And I was on...the floor. Jeez, dreams really aren't supposed to make sense, are they? And now that I think about it, it's kind of creepy to have someone watch you while you sleep. But now I don't think I was actually sleepy, I was just lying on the floor. I have absolutely no idea where Thom came from, but he was sitting somewhere near me?

...okay, now I am just making myself out to be really weird. I remember waking up and thinking I wanted to go back into dreamland, so it must have been a happy dream. Really, I remember being mad for coming to consciousness. I wanted to go back to sleep so I could dream about being asleep, or half-asleep? I ought to write things down as soon as I wake up or I forget everything. Maybe I actually dreamt about frogs! WHO KNOWS?

The sudden Thom-ness may be attributed to the latest issue of Blender. I really like Blender, even though I'm not sure if I should. But lookie, it's got Thom! And he looks like a nutter! But that actually mean he's happy! Uh!

Okay, I ought to listen to some Radiohead (listening to the latest Grandaddy album right now...tis good).

Sooo what has been going on lately? I've forgotten...that's a bad thing, isn't it? Today I went shopping for some more college stuff. (My god, college is coming up way too fast. I mean, this cannot be! My brain is still stupid and mushy and feels like peeeas, it's not ready for whatever rigorous courseload Vassar is going to dump on me! Dumpy dump dumperooniandadisdueffizzle.) I got four 1/2" binders, a gluestick, a small ruler, a pack of black ballpoint pens, 500 notecards (they only came in packs of 500 because you know, if you need one card, you'll eventually need another 499...or something), a 20 sheet pack of photo paper, some college ruled loose leaf paper and MUSHY PEA BRAAAINS! No wait, I had those already. So anyhoo, Staples is a good place. They've got loads of pens and pencils and junk. I don't know why I'd need a pack of 12 mechanical pencils though; I'm only planning to bring two. Figuring I don't lose anything, I should be fine.

I also went to Radioshack to get a new cell phone. I had no idea what kind of cell phone I'd get or what carrier I'd even get before I went there, but I ended up with this one. I think it's nice, not that I need a color display, but I did want one that had a cover for the buttons. We got the most basic plan since I just about never use the phone (really, the most I use it is when I go to NY to call my mum so she knows I haven't fallen into a sewer and rotted as rats picked at my innards) and I don't predict downloading games and reading e-mails on the phone. I also got a cordless phone for the dorm room so I can call around the school, which I'm sure will happen so...very...much? Oh well, better than not having one at all!

Next to the Radioshack there was a dollar store, so my mum and I decided to take a lookie. I've been to dollar stores quite a few times in my life, but I don't think my mum ever has just because she doesn't think you could find anything useful in there. But eventually, she found out that a dollar store is a treasure trove of slave labor items that only cost ONE DOLLAR! "How much does this cost? Only a dollar?" Yes, that's why it's called...a dollar store! Sometimes I am amazed myself. They were selling doilies that were obviously hand crocheted and must have taken a pretty long time to make. That's kind of scary. I mean, they were really well done too. (Speaking of crocheting, I make this bear the other day and I don't know about you, but ...I don't think it looks like a bear. Its arms and legs are so bulbous. Maybe sewing on facial features would help.) My mum picked up a few items and I ended up buying a six-pack of 8-crayon boxes. I tested them out to see what a dollar bought me and they seemed to work alright.

I made something pretty random today: tiny felt poofy! Why? Because this girl suggested it to me! She likes miniature things and the tiny poofy I made is about 1.5 inches tall. Lookie, it fits in a bottle cap. And it is easily attack by computer peripherals. Poor thing. :( But it's alright now! Even though it didn't take a long time to make, I don't think I'd want to make any more tiny poofies...cutting them out is kind of random, and then sewing them up is kind of...random. I was lucky to end up with something even remotely shaped like Poofy!

Stephanie does amazing stuff. She took my scary driver's license photo into a new license where I have rainbow hair resembling a topographic map! I live in Poofyville! YAAY! Thanks Stephanie!

I gotta make another Poofy because I am trading two small ones for a big lost monster! THEY ARE SO CUTE! AHHH! Keli is making one based on what other monsters I like, and I'm making her a black poofy (aka, Yfoop) and giving her an argyle one. Aaaand speaking of Poofies, I made three sales this week! Not all Poofies, but two of em Poofies. The biggest seller is the animal thoughts buttons, which makes me wonder if I should make another set. I only have one idea for a button though, which would be a snail with a sign next to him saying "SALT SPILL: 2 INCHES" and the snail is thinking something along the line of "Crap." Okay, not the best idea, but it's all I have right now. And snails are easy to draw. I sold out of the animal buttons (not that hard considering I only made five packs) so I'll have to make some more. When I go to college my mum said she'll ship out stuff for me, how nice!

I need some opinions...or at least one. This is what I've got so far for evemagnet.net. It didn't take very long, but ...I don't know. I'm going to use it whether or not people like it, now that I think about it. I was thinking of useing Server Side Includes but it ended up being more of a pain, although in the long run it could make things easier. Ack, I'm only just starting to get the hang of CSS and assigning a class to different "div" thingies, so anything more advanced will just have to wait.

August 15, 2003

Boo-Boo Peaches

Peaches have a tendency to go bad very quickly. So what do you do, as a peach seller, to sell those less-than-perfect peaches?

Make em boo-boo peaches! I think they may as well give em away for free, but the sad face evokes a bit of pity. BOO BOO PEACH! You know what that sounds like? Some kind of San-X character, or any kind of random Asian character for that matter. Wait, no one take my idea! I SHALL CREATE BOO-BOO PEACH, market it, and have it end up here. (I have this, this, and this, is that bad? And what the heck is with this beer-chan thing? Wait, I take that back...what the heck??? Come on, get your own creepy microbe to remind yourself that the human body is a hotbed of disgusting diseases!)

Well...that was amusing. Microbes. Anyway! Back to my day. Uh. Boo-boo peach is going to take over the world! The end.

...anyway, my mum and I went to Poughkeepsie to go to a farmer's market near Vassar College and on the way there (it's about a 75-90 minute drive) we stopped at one of those rest stops on the highway and that's where they wre selling some fruit! It was funny to see come people walking out of the rest stop building carrying huge cups of soda and plates of fries stare at the mountains of fruit...and keep going. Fruit isn't for everyone I guess, but my mum and I couldn't resist. We bought lots of plums and nectarines, all delicious of course. We bought a bag of dried apple and it was deeeelicious. It's a shame that most stuff in stores come with preservatives and junk.

[random link: holy crap, it's sheep-a-licious! And hammieland-a-licious!...man, I wish my site were cuter.]

Oo, this site is so cool! I just made an icon for poofy.net! Bookmark it to see. :D

Okay, I got totally sidetracked there. My mum and I had a lot of time to just walk around before going to the farmer's market, so...we did. There are a lot of Japanese and Chinese restaurants in the area, apparently. At least I know I won't ever run low on sashimi. There was also a pizza place, a bakery, some cafes....lots of places to eat, generally. And there was a very nice little bookstore full of...well, books. The only books I was really interesting in were the children's books. They're the best!

With some more time to kill, we went on the campus to the dorm that I'll be living in by the end of the month: Raymond House. How old does a building have to be to use a "V" instead of a "U"? Isn't that a really old English (olde English?) thingy? Or did they just think it looked better? Oh well, looks like a BUTTLOAD of FUUUN! I really hope it is, at least. :|

The farmer's market was chock full of fruits, veggies, more fruits, more veggies, and other stuff that I didn't care as much about because they were neither fruit nor veggie. I don't know why I didn't take any photos of the fruits, but here are some veggies. I bought some carrots (only four...I have no idea why I didn't get more, that was really stupid) and they were delicious! They just had a different texture from what I would get from the supermarket. The crunch even sounded different. We also got loads of peaches, plums, and nectarines. This guy was selling raspberries that had been picked only a few hours ealier, so we got a pint of that and ate it in the car. :)

Fresh fruit from a local farm is definitely the best. Yummy, inexpensive, and the fruits don't have those annoying stickers on em. WOO!

Lately I've been eating lots of various peaches, plums, and nectarines, and they've been having a drastic effect on my digestive system. I don't know which fruit is responsible, or if it's all three, but really, my digestion has never been better! Last week I was just constipated so I decided to cut out dried fruits and nuts, but then I also started eating loads more peaches 'n stuff. So for the past few days I've been pooping 3 times or more a day. Today I pooped about 1 and a half hours after I finished eating...man, that stuff goes by quickly! I am completely amazed that I can literally eat buckets of fruit and not gain any weight. Tomorrow (technically today) I plan to eat at Quintessence though, so that might change...

Oh yeah, I completely forgot to mention a huge thing that happened today: massive blackout! It was really weird because my mum and I had gotten home at around 4:30 when she noticed the lights kept dimming. I went to the bathroom and noticed the lights were dimming in there too...and then all the electricity went out. If we had gotten home a few minutes later we probably wouldn't have been able to even get inside the house (at least, not in the garage). The blackout continued for the next 5 hours or so, and in that time I actually did some productive things...kind of. I made these tiny poofies as requested by CJ (they're cute, but after this absolutely no more tiny poofies, haha!). I know they look pretty funky, especially the bigger one, which looks like a really skinny poofy, but...I don't know what happened. When I drew the template, that's what it ended up looking like. :| I also made this black poofy (yfoop) for Keli.

Aaaaand...I sold a Poofy today, so I gotta start making packages. HERE I GOOO!

...oh wait, I'm actually going to do the Friday Five this week. I've hardly ever done it before!

1. How much time do you spend online each day?
It depends. Lately I've been on for hours on end...really unhealthy. :(

2. What is your browser homepage set to?

3. Do you use any instant messaging programs? If so, which one(s)?
I have Trillian installed on my computer (on which I use AIM, MSN Messenger, and ICQ) but I hardly actually ever use it. I would only use it if I thought I had the brain capacity to communicate with others, and I find that I usually don't.

4. Where was your first webpage located?
Geocities, when they gave you three MB and...it really sucked. :P

5. How long have you had your current website?
A little more than two years? I'm not really sure. The URL has been the same but the content has gotten messed up with webhost changes and junk like that.

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Rebecca: How did you do crocheting in rounds? It shouldn't be too hard, although the first project I ever did was with rounds and it came out awful. :D I added more stuff to the bottom of the page...man, those little thingies are addictive. Kind of. I always thought they were silly until I found one for FRUIT! And a little poo.

Okee, I revised the evenmagnet page a bit...or a lot. The layout is the same, but I changed the colors and I think dark is better, mainly just for the sake of my eyes. Then again, I should have made THIS page less bright as well, but...oops. I find myself having to lower the brightness on my screen by one or two notches when I use it, and seeing an all-white page kinda hurt. So...um..hm. How's dark green?

Diana: This journal has been up for a while!...kinda. I didn't really publicize it or anything (not that I'd want to subject people to reading it...THE PAAAIN!) sooo I guess it's alright that you just found it? :D

Simple pages are good, yeah. I think there's too much empty space in my page, but...OH WELL, I want to get it done before college starts so I don't have much time to fiddle around. Wah!

I took your advice and made all the links open in new windows. It's much better, thanks!

August 19, 2003

Hobbit Feet Are Hairy

This past Saturday my mum and I decided to watch all the Lord of the Rings stuff we had. I didn't watch everything (which included documentaries and the animated movies) but I did watch most of the extras on the entended version of The Fellowship of the Ring and it was very interesting, although my mum kept saying at certain points, "Should they be telling us how they made the whole movie?" Well I don't see the big deal, you already know it's not realy. Soooo why not find out how they made everyone the right proportions and created the Bolrog and how they applied the prosthetic Hobbit feet? I can't imagine walking around in hairy rubbery slippers that have been glued to my feet. Of course, that's not really the hardest part of being in Lord of the Rings, but ...those feet! Well, I guess the dwarf (who I never knew was actually really tall in real life) really had it bad with all the facial prosthetics...I wouldn't be able to deal with have so much stuff glued to my body.

I'm not really "into" LOTR, but it truly is such a mindblowing movie (although the goofs are taking my fun away, wah!). I know awards aren't everything, but if it doesn't get the Academy award of best movie or best director this year, then I won't understand what happened. There seemed to have been a countless number of people involved with the movie and all the time, effort and thought that had to go into it would make my head explode...so I'm glad Peter Jackson's head did not explode. Exploding heads aren't good. Not that I know from firsthand experience.

So once again I'm too late and end up posting this in the early hours of the next day. Crap, why does that happen so much? I really have to start trying to go to sleep earlier because I'm starting school soon. TOO SOON! ARRRGH! I'm not really freaking out, I'm just...I dunno. Not really dreading it, but just plain scared. WHAT IF I CAN'T FIND THE BATHROOM?! Okay, that won't happen. And speaking of bathrooms...

A few days ago I got my period (this will be related to bathrooms, trust me), which sucks, of course. I didn't think it was gone for good, but still...I thought maybe three or four times a year. I went 5 weeks without it though, which is better than the regular 4 weeks I used to deal with. Of course, it's not too bad; I get no cramps, no clots, no PMS, and a pretty light flow. But it's still a pain in the butt and the one thing that would ever make me want to be a guy. So I was thinking that in college it's going to be somewhat annoying to take a shower while having my period. I don't know about you (figuring that a female is reading this) but when I take a shower during my period I like to have the toilet next to the shower stall...okay, I hope I'm not saying too much here. Anyhoo, I'm quite sure the bathrooms aren't like that in my dorm, and the bathrooms are co-ed, which doesn't bother me that much but I guess it's another annoying thing I have to think about.

Bloop. I have bigger things to worry about than the proximity of the toilet to the shower stall. My brain has gone into "stagnant pool of muck and algae" mode and I have no idea how I'm going to learn anything. And then even if I do manage to learn anything, will I do anything good with it? My brother got a packet from his university about choosing a career since he'll be a senior this year, and everything in it freaked me out. I can't imagine going job hunting or being qualified for anything. I can be sure about one thing; I can bag dem groceries, ya! (Don't ask me why I typed it that way...that's just how it sounded in my head.)

Today I went to Ackerman's Music Center to get my guitar restrung. I literally haven't played it in months because the strings have been funky and the tuning knobs look like they're going to crack off. Anyhoo, Anthony has been talking about ways to get more people to see the site, but I'm not really familliar with submitting websites to search engines and junk like that. I put the website in a buch of music database thingies though. I showed him my Poofy shop and now he's interested in making an online shop, which I think would be a cool idea. ...but then if no one knows the site exists, it's kind of pointless. Oh well, I'm not sure if we'll be setting up the shop-a-ma-jiggy.

Speaking of my Poofy shop, I made an incredible sale today. Keep in mind that I usually make no sales. ...anyway, this one person just ordered something from me and I guess she got her package already. So she made another order today...for two small poofies, one big poofy, and two sets of buttons. Grand total: $44. Yikes! Since she's my only repeat customer and she made such a huge order, my mum said I should give her a coloring book...yeah, why didn't I think of that? So I included a coloring book and a pack of crayons. :D Right now I'm planning to leave all the money I make in my PayPal account in case I want to buy anything online...and then I won't have to wait for an echeck to go through. I ordered a t-shirt from kozy n dan with an echeck (and then the next day I ended up having enough money in my paypal account...doh) and now I'm not sure if I'll get the shirt before I go to college. Poop! Then again, I live so close to home that it doesn't really matter. I intend to use my paypal account next to get something from audiodregs; lullatone is quite nice.

I want to get back into making some kind of crappy music just because I forgot how I did it in the first place. I ...sat in front of my computer and fiddled with my guitar, mainly. I just got my Casio SK-1 and it's GREAT! The synth part is so useful (you can enter the harmonic...thingies) and all the envelopes are really cool. The porntamento thing is awesome! (I'll have to record something for you guys to listen to. I'm going to make the entied POOFYVILLE soundtrack off of this thing.) I'm a little disappointed in that I don't think the microphone on mine works, but I wasn't planning to use it anyway. It can only record 1.4 seconds and I guess that wouldn't be very useful, but I wanted to try it out. Anyway, with the synth thing you can program the keyboard to sound like anything! Kinda. Also, there's an entire recording aspect of the keyboard in that...it...records stuff. I don't see myself having any use for it considering as soon as I turn off the keyboard all my stuff would be lost and I don't intend to leave it on forever. And recording stuff was annoying as hell. Overall....very, very fun instrument/toy for less than $50.

Now I'm going to have a long rant, so...brace yourself. :P Sometime last week my dad said he was trying to book a ticket home from Taiwan so that he could be around to see my brother and I off to college. This is the last thing I want; life is much easier without my dad around. And it's HIS CHOICE to be in Taiwan, so it would be a real big waste of money to come back, not to mention that neither my brother, mum or I want to see him here. It's difficult for me to explain my family's relationship with my dad because I have nothing else to compare it to, but this is how we are. My dad spends most of the time in Taiwan (he retired a few years ago, yet sometimes he still claims he works. He tells some people he's retired and will tell others that he's not. ...I could go on and on.) and comes back to the US sometimes because he feels obligated to, or something. Of course, it's a bunch of crap because if he really wanted to stay here (I think part of the reason he has to stay in Taiwan is because he has to manage the property that his dad owns, and you have to do all that junk in person in Taiwan) as part of a "parental responsibility" then he would.

I told him that there wasn't much reason for him to come back (he hasn't been able to book a ticket because it's all full; he's waiting for something to open up) and that basically, he shouldn't. This is the reply he wrote to me. The way he wrote his e-mail is pretty much how he speaks in real life, except in real life he speaks really slowly (he's condescending, although I don't know if he knows it...probably because in the workplace he has always directed his coworkers) so e-mail is slightly easier to understand:

Dear Robyn, Thank you for telling your real feeling and opinion.

I guess parents normally would like to be around the children, and feel the resposibility to be available when possible, in particular when the children approach a new stage of their lives.Parents have the instinct or urge to give advice, although they are not always helpful and in most of the time, they can easily go overboard. No matter what, the intentions are mostly for the good and love for the children with the hope that the interaction will make the children better prepared for the challenge ahead.

This may not be an easy phase for both parents and children. I do hope any people at this stage can do their best, have an open mind and patience to listen, understand(tolorate) and appreciate each other no matter how difficult it might be.

Hope you have a wonderful week at home before going to school.


Does anyone find the wording of the e-mail annoying? It might just annoy me because this is the kind of stuff I've had to listen to my entire life, but it truly is. He makes things extremely wordy without every getting to the point. And he always talks about this "tolerance" thing, as though we are obligated to appreciate each other no matter what just because we're related. The problem is that he doesn't realize he's the one without the open mind or willingness to change. My mum can bear witness to that for being married the past 20-something years. I feel bad for her although at the same time I wonder what she was thinking when she married him. She said that she thought he'd change, but instead he didn't and just ended up more like his parents.

Anyway, I just hope my dad still isn't thinking about coming back because I only have about a week left before I have to go to college and I'd like it to be as stress free as possible. Obviously my dad wasn't planning to come back, and a few months ago he asked me if I'd rather he come for my high school graduation or to see me off to college. I figured if he had to be at one, graduation would be easier to deal with. So he did come to my graduation, and that's all I expected. No more.

I have some last things to mention along with pictures to show you. Today I got my (drumroll) LOST MONSTER and it is sooo cute! And it comes with a little buddy monster! The little mosnter JINGLES! I KID YOU NOT! Maybe I should make a line og "jingling Poofies"...HAHA! Okay, no. Here are some photos of the monsters meeting a Poofy! And here's me with the monsters. I AM A NEW MUM!

Yesterday I made a few things, one thing early in the morning and one thing late at night (either way, the sun wasn't out anymore, hehe). I made a Bork shirt like I've been planning forever yet never actually did. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but I think it took 2 - 3 hours to make. ....which isn't that long, but still, it's not something I'd do a lot. Obviously, a Poofy applique shirt would be really easy. :) Bork is the hardest one, which is why I wanted to do it! The other thing I made, I took a photo of, but I don't want to post it because it's something I made for Diana and I want it to be a surprise! ;) Although now I might be building up suspense for nothing. At least this time I'll get to give it to her in person because the BRMC handbag that I made for her got lost in the mail. :( The only time I ever lost anything in the mail was when I sent stuff to Argentina; I wouldn't expect sending something the next state over would get lost!

Last thing: Poofy.net is the Site of the Day (yesterday) at All Things Kawaii! Yaay! :D And I think that website moderator must have looked at my links page because she added some links to her directory that I had put on my page. That makes me happy! MORE CUTE THINGS FOR EVERYONE BWAHAHAHA! Rate my site while you're at it, okee? :)

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Peaches are good for passing outta my intestines? WEEE! I'm glad cos I've been eating them like some peach monster lately....a peach eating monster, I mean. Not a mutated peach with teeth or something.

Peaches (and plums ) = LUUUUV!

I guess I should put a thingy at /blog saying my page moved. Actually I can just make it redirect to the index page. I SHALL GO DO THAT! Yes. :D

Seeing the blackout from space would have been interesting if it really did just look like half of the continent got wiped out....


August 22, 2003

I Have Boring Teeth

Right now I'm listening to Rufus Wainwright and being nostalgic. I don't know why I enjoy going into nostalgic modes with music, but...I do. So I'm listening to his debut album right now and thinking of the times in 8th grade when I just lied in my bed and listened to the album all the way through. It's such a good album...yet I don't think my friends favor him very much. Not that they don't like him, but they just don't get "that" feeling. I know I'm not making sense right now, but for a while in 8th grade (and into 9th) I was a little obsessed with Rufus. I think. Did you see the new album? It looks so sad. Wait, do I even like sad things? Magnet is super-depressing. Hm.

Anyway. What's been going on this week? This LAST WEEK before going to college? (sigh) And the last week of me being a kid; besides the going-to-college thing, I'm almost 18. I must say, I am not all for this "growing up" business. So what am I doing in these very last few precious days?

Well, I've been playing a lot of Neopets. Yeah, I really shouldn't do that in college, it's so time consuming. But Mookiepoob, I must feed you! AND PLAY WITH YOU! AND KEEP YOU SO FRIGGIN' HAPPY! How could I go nuts over something that isn't real? Yeah, I'm a dork.

I went to the American Museum of Natural History on Tuesday with my mum so we could have a nice outing and eat at Quintessence! :) We went to the chocolat exhibition, which kind of costed a lot just to see some stuff about chocolate, but...oh well, it was nice. Because you DO want to see the oldest piece of chocolate ever found, right? Looks like dirt. I'm figuring there's loads more of this ancient chocolate hanging out somewhere pretending to be dirt, which isn't hard when you're brown and old and...dirt-like. I guess the most engaging part of the exhibition was the chocolate shop where my mum ended up buying a good amount of chocolate. We used to be chocolate junkies; now she's the only one. It's not like I don't like the taste of chocolate, but after seeing in the exhibition just how long it takes to actually make chocolate and the processing it has to go through, it doesn't seem worth eating. The chocolate bar that you end up with as it melts into a puddle of goo in your hand is far from anything that it once was in a cacao pod. If it can't be eaten straight from the pod but only after being ground up and mashed and mixed with other things then isn't that some kind of sign that it shouldn't be eaten at all? Kinda? Maybe? Moo?

I have carob. I know it's not chocolate and it only faintly resembles chocolate, but I wouldn't eat it because I'm thinking of chocolate, I'm eating it because I like carob. I don't see carob as a substitute for chocolate, but as something completely different (I used to eat plain, dried up carob pods: yum!). Some people see carob as a alternative to chocolate and then get disappointed when it doesn't actually taste like chocolate. Well of course it doesn't, it's not chocolate! I know that's obvious, but...blah. Bloop.

I went to the dentist yesterday and apparently I have very boring teeth. There just isn't anything exciting for a dentist to do with clean teeth, haha! :) Not that I never had cavities; I had two when I was little. But now those baby teeth are gone, woohoo! They took an x-ray of my teeth and I find it freaky how they just point this thing at you and a split second later have your teeth (and jawbone) on film. It's like "Okay, wear this heavy vest. Now I will point this thing at you and it will ZAP YOUR BRAIN INTO A TUNA MELT!" Oh well, I'm still okay...I think. (pokes brain)

Has anyone else ever been to Meet Your Meat? The video is extremely disturbing; you must watch it! I'm not really a PETA supporter, but the video is really well done and pretty much shows you what huge agri-business is like when it comes to meat. I would imagine it's enough to make anyone want to becom ea vegetarian or only buy meat that has been made in humane conditions without drugs and all that crap. Okay, I'm not even a vegetarian, but the only meat I eat is fish and shellfish, and I don't think I'll be eating the latter much anymore. Maybe someday I'll feel bad for the fishies I eat...anyway, I'm not saying you have to become a vegetarian, but watch the video and don't tell me that doesn't strike you in any way. If you don't care about animals, at least care about your own health. You can't be healthy if you eat unhealthy animals.

Apparently there's a law office in Washingon DC that's gone Poofy crazy. A woman who works there has bought from the Poofy shop four times (two of which were in the past two days...I combined it into one huge package) for a total of nine Poofies ordered along with various buttons. Holy crap! Well, if no one is buying two for themselves, then that's nine different people. ! I find it so funny in a really cool way that so many people like them and they all must be somewhat older than me. I mean, my mum would buy them from me, but ...she's my mum. :) She said it started after she ordered one for herself and then some co-workers wanted them too. So the lesson is to bring your Poofies to work! :D I asked her to take some photos for me...man, I can't wait.

Today I got a buttload of comics by Matt Feazell (specifically the E-Z Order option) and they're so cute! Strange, but funny. And so cute! CUTE STICK FIGURES YAAA! It's great, you gotta buy it for $10. He also enclosed a paper bag puppet. Remember those things? You used to make them in elementary school. GREAT!

Aliza called me today since she was leaving for college. :O She starts school next Wednesday, what a bummer! That's too early! I feel lucky now that I start on September 1st. If I went to her school then my birthday would coincide with the first day of classes. Talk about having a crappy birthday!

My dad will not be returning to see me off to school, thank god. He called us to tell us that...man, I really don't like talking to him on the phone. I know my family isn't horribly abusive, but you can't help to want things to be better, like perhaps having both parents as opposed to one be sane and supportive. While I was talking on the phone with my dad (and he always refers to himself as "we" which is one of the most annoying things in the world. He thinks he speaks for himself and my mum, but...er, no, my mum speaks for herself) he made it quite clear that he didn't want me going into the field of anthropology. Yeah, like I care! He's extremely vague about it, which isn't much better than saying flat out "I don't want you to major in anthopology" because he's just trying to be manipulative. He doesn't think it's a field that makes a lot of money...yeah really, you think I choose my field because of money? Does he think I want to make big bucks? He should talk to my brother. I mean, my dad knows I've already chosen anthro for the time being yet he asked me on the phone "So what are you planning to major in?" After I told him he asked me "Did you talk about it with mom already?" No duh, we LIVE TOGETHER!

Blargh. Okay, to make the mood better, check out what Judy made for me! :D ISN'T IT SOOO CUUUTE? She's really good at sewing stuff, like clothes and bags and whatnot. BUNNIES GALOOORE!

I'm disappointed to find out that on this laptop I can't record things and listen to my recording at the same time. This makes trying to record my keyboard completely useless, unless I don't want to hear what I'm recording...um. Yeah, anyhoo, this sucks. I can't hook up my keyboard to a speaker and the computer at the same time, poo poo poo!

Okee, I really need to start packing for college now. I'm going to start with clothing and then...just do that for now. It should be easy enough. Tomorrow I pretty much can't do any preparation because of the Bjork concert (I'm seeing Bjork...OH GOD! I meant that in a good way.) and I'll be staying over Diana's house for a night. :D And then it'll be Sunday. How did the time go by so quickly? Argh!

August 25, 2003


I finally saw Bjork. She was the last artist on my list of "CONCERTS I MUST GO TO BEFORE DEAAATH" which pretty much means I could die now and have fulfilled my life's worth. ....okay, maybe not. But there's no way that Bjork's concert couldn't have been good, no matter the obstacles.

And there were a few obstacles. The concert was August 23rd at Keyspan Park in Brooklyn, NY and concerts at baseball stadiums are definitely different than concerts are regular concerts halls. First off, the smell of burning rancid oil is everywhere. (shudders) But I'm getting ahead of myself. Since Bjork played a show on the 22nd in Keyspan Park also, I checked out people's comments about the show so get an idea of what to expect (crappy obstructed view seats very far away from the stage) and what the security would be like (somewhat lax). And both parts ended up being somewhat wrong.

About the seats, Diana and I actually did get obstructed view seats. First off, we were very far away from the stage (the stage was set up at the end of the baseball field) and since we were sitting in the middle (behind a net, woo) we were right in line with the soundboard, which was under a white tent. While the tent was later taken down, it probably didn't help much still being situated right in the middle of the stage behind the whole general admission section. While we were sitting there as the first opener, Bonnie Prince Billy, was playing, a very nice guy who had been to the concert the previous day told us we could exchange our tickets for seats on the far right or left side. ! Him and his friend, two people next to us, and Diana and I left our seats to find a security guard to give us new tickets. He had a big stack of them too! Our new seats were on the far left side bleaches and thankfully were not obstructed by soundboards or nets. Woohoo!

As for the security, I think they must have beefed it up a bit since yesterday was pretty dismal. From what I heard, the guard almost didn't care what you brought in; if you looked harmless enough, you could probably have packed a gun and no one would have cared. I knew I was in trouble when I got new the bag check and saw a box in the table with cameras and batteries inside. Crap. I had wrapped my camera in Always packaging (yup, that was as creative as I could get) but the secutiry guards were going through the bags really well, taking stuff out and rummaging around. Needless to say, I obviously had a camera in my bag and the guard said I had to put it somewhere, but not in my bag.

I got worried since I obviously couldn't leave a $200+ camera lying around. We thought we'd have to go back to her house and leave it there. However, I was extremely, EXTREMELY lucky because Diana was wearing cargo pants (while I was wearing a pocket-less skirt) and the camera fit perfectly on one of her pockets. She happened to hit a snag going in (she went through security again first, then I went later); they told her she had to get rid of her combination lock! She uses it for her locker in school...honestly, what kind of stupid rule is that? Their reason was that she could throw it at someone and cause injury...wha-? You can say the same thing for lots of other objects! Maybe it will get to the point where they ban all objects that can act as projectiles, and then we'd all have to go in NAKED.

So that was stupid. Grr. After that we got to the stinky seats, and then changed to slightly better seats. The seats weren't as far away from the stage as I thought they would be (Radiohead...now that was far) but there was a disconnected feeling from the general admission area as from where we were sitting you could barely hear their cheering and screams. It was like being in a totally different realm of Bjork-ness....the spectators area. Of course, it was still fun, and we got to see Sigur Ros as well (which would make it the fourth time I've seen them...yikes).

When Bjork came out onstage, it felt strange to me. She's...right...there! A mile away, but still, right there! Using my binoculars I could see her extremely cute white dress adorned with what looked like big blue and turquoise pom poms (I can't find a photo of it). Her hair was super-straight and had an unnatural flow, but not in a bad way, more like...surreal, as though it were as light as a feather. It was floating and fwishing around with such ease. I couldn't see everyone that was on the stage, but there was a string group (how many people, I don't remember), Matmos, and a harpist. I was writing down the setlist during the show, but I missed some things, so here's a complete one:

Iíve seen it all
joga (fireworks)
all is full
desired constellation
an echo a stain
5 years
pagan poetry
hyperballad (fireworks)
itís in our hands
pluto (fireworks)
human behaviour (fireworks)

Anything labeled "fireworks" had...fireworks! I didn't know there would be SO many fireworks, but it was a really nice show. Visually, along with the fireworks there was also a screen (set waaaay back behind the stage) and another screen that was part of the stadium showing close ups of the stage (but it wasn't a very big screen). The big screen behind the stage didn't play movie clips the whole time, but my favorite clip was during Unraveled, whcih was a really cool video of Bjork looking as through she were floating in a black slace as white threads unraveled out of her. While Bjork mainly stood in the center of the stage, sometimes she would dance around and do fun little steps in place; she appeared to be really happy. :D Her voice, as far as I could tell, was flawless. It was really a beautiful, somewhat surreal sight, and I was almost brought to tears (the moment for me was at the end of Joga).

During Bachelorette I called Cristen so she could hear some of the concert. Loads of people were holding up their cellphones, probably so other friends could listen to the concert. Hey, gotta use those unlimited night time and weekend minutes somehow! That makes me wonder if they'll ever ban cell phones at concerts (some cell phones are cameras too, you know), but I doubt it. I wanted to call home and leave a message of the concert, but my mum picked up and that didn't really work out. :) Besides, I got some decent short audio/video clips using my camera (which I'm trying to compress right now...what a pain in the butt!).

While I didn't feel that far away at first, a sea of people materialized in front of the stage and I felt like I was watching her perform on a little island as I sat on the mainland. The sound of her voice carried everywhere though, which made it feel better. And what is the overall Bjork concert feeling? Happy, surreal, and full of awe (I could say "awesome" but I don't really mean it in that way...yeah?). Was it worth the money? I'll say yes, because if I never get the chance to see Bjork again, it was definitely worth it. And if I do...it was still worth it. It could have been better, but I wasn't disappointed; I was just happy to be there in the first place!

- concert page w/ video clips | photos


And that was the concert review portion of this entry. What else did I do? I slept over Diana's house and woke up at around 8 AM to go home...except that was later than I told my mum I'd wake up and she wasn't very happy. :( But she should be happy since she'll get to have the entire house to herself soon! Anyhoo, I was really tired when I went home so I took a nap. My mum took a nap too, and then at some point we were both conscious and we had to start PACKING FOR COLLEGE! Yeah, we did most of that today. I had started to pack my clothes a few days ago, but everything else we got together today and went on a labeling spree to make sure everyone knows that each item belongs to "Robyn Lee" and I guess it's useful if I forget my own name. Also, I had a weird bout of diarrhea...no, of course you didn't need to know that, but it was weird. Could it have been stress induced? Yesterday I was perfect fine, but the day before I was also have tummy troubles. Maybe the Bjork concert appeased my digestive system for a while, and then it all went back to hell when I realized I still had to pack for college because I am going to start college and I won't be at home and I'll be in a new place and I'm freaked out. :(

And my grammar is horrible.

I talked to my roommate Kathryn on the phone for a while, talking about being freaked out and how much junk we're bringing. It's a lot of junk, apparently. My mum and I fit everything in the car, but the car is a Jeep Cherokee and we folded down the back seats, sooo...that's quite a lot of room. Cristen came over my house as a last farewell and she watched my mum and I pile everything into the car. :D We also talked about random junk and thought about how WE ARE LEAVING WAAAH and all that poo. She even gave me a new Sigur Ros single! I was completely surprised. It's cute too, one of those little cds. The only problem is that I can't find it. Yeah, where could it have gone in a few hours? I looked all over the house and I don't see it anywhere. I only remember picking it up at one point, thus transporting it to another location, presumable still in the house and not in another dimension where people named Robyn are banned from finding Sigur Ros CDs.

...really, I can't find it. My memory is such crap. :(

And now I'm just sad since I'm going to college. I know I should be excited, but...erm. Moo. I'm expecting that I'll enjoy the freshman orientation, I really am. Or ....um. Yes. (sigh)

August 30, 2003

Freshman Orientation

Okay, what have I been doing all week (besides going crazy from lack of Internet access)? Getting aquainted with college! Uh huh! Oh yeah!

...okay. Well! I can't say exactly everything I've been doing, but I wrote some things on my livejournal (poorly written, but with general knowledge of the English language, you may be able to read it!).

I think since the beginning of orientation I knew I was in trouble because ...oh man, it's noisy outside. Sorry, I couldn't concentrate there for a moment. Today the rest of the school is moving in and it's such a change from the nice emptiness of the campus just being full of freshmen. Now there are...loads more people. But anyhoo, back to what I was saying. I knew I was in trouble because 1) I don't know how to socialize, 2) I can't remember people's names, 3) I would feel awkward as social functions centered around food, and 4) I don't know how to socialize (said two times for extra emphasis!). Now I will be perfectly okay never socializing as long as I don't fail out of school (my biggest worry) but it has started to get to me...

...In the form of some low-grade depression. Nothing a little bit of crocheting wouldn't cure as a way to cool off. I mean, it's not like I expected to find lots of friends, but I didn't expect to feel so alone either. I was talking to one girl and she had similar feelings, as far as having to introduce yourself to everyone and talk to a million people; "I feel like it's some kind of a contest, and I'm losing." I haven't gone up to many people just for the heck of it and then gone through the "what's your name/where're you from/where do you live/what is your schedule" routine. And then the other day I had the weirdest feeling when I walked into the bathroom and saw two people I knew; I had no idea what to say! Of course, "Hello!" is a pretty standard greeting that has existed since the dawn of time, but I was mainly thinking that I wanted to get into the toilet stall. I realized that I must be afraid of people, whether I know them or not...I have no idea what's going on.

My brain must have holes in it. Oh well. So in my free time here I mainly stay in my room and read or crochet or...do something. Eat? Yes, I eat in my room. I bring a bag with me to the dining center or The Retreat and load it up with fruit, then bring it back to my room so I can wash it and stuff. I think I'm going to end up spending a lot of time in my room.

It's not like people here suck, but I just don't feel very comfortable, I guess. In the little section of the building I live in, there are two other freshmen (well, besides my roommate) and they're perfectly nice people, but I guess not people I can be friends with. Not that...I'm saying we can't ever be friends, but ...moo. I don't know. My roommate, Kathryn, gets along with them very well, and I'm happy one of us is able to feel comfortable here. I just feel like a third wheel. Or a fifth wheel, in today's case.

Today there were supposed to be shuttles to take us to this shopping center, but they seemed to be arriving at sporadic times and there were LOADS of people who wanted to go on it, so one of the freshman from the room across the hall, Abel, said he'd drive us around to find stuff. "Us" being Kathryn, Simon (Abel's roommate), Dan (another freshman who lives on the same floor), and me. I don't really fit in here, but I'm Kathryn's roommate, so....so yeah. Abel's car is tiny (in a funny way, since he's really tall) and Dan, Kathryn, and I had to sit in the back. It probably would have been more comfortable for Dan and Kathryn if I didn't go since they'd have a liiiittle bit more room, but I didn't know beforehand just how small the car was. (sigh) It wasn't a big deal or anything, but I wasn't as close with everyone else and I didn't feel like I should have been there.

So we drove around to see what Poughkeepsie has to offer, and it's kind of sad. It reminds me of Paramus, NJ, but emptier....maybe more like Wayne. In some parts of Wayne there's just LOADS of highway and strip malls and random stores on the sides of the road, and while Paramus is similar, it doesn't feel as spacious and deserted. So anyhoo, we drove around and went into (them promptly exiting) a few shopping centers before going to a grocery store where I bought a 2-lb box of blueberries, a 1-lb bag of raisins, and some bananas. There was also a Goodwill near it, so we went there and I found a guide for Illustrator 8! And it costed 50 CENTS! Okay, something like 50 cents. Crazy. Of course, I bought it. I've had Illustrator 8 for ages and I really didn't know what to do with it.

After that we went to the Galleria which is the BIG CORPORATE MALL here. I went to Old Navy and bought stuff from there for the first time (I had been there before but never bought anything). I ended up getting a tank top, a pair of jeans, a pair of jean shorts, and another pair of shorts for something like $30. Now that I think about it, it's pretty cheap. Yikes. It was all in kids sizes except for the jean shorts. Kids clothes are cheaper than adult clothes, which is nice, even though I'm something like a kids size 14. I can feel like I'm REALLY FAAT!

So that was my day today. When I got back to the dorm, I pretty much stuffed myself with blueberries and other fruit. Mmm. Tonight I'm going to an activity called "Gays of Our Lives"...that should be interesting. It's described in my freshman orientation booklet as being "interactive," which sounds a little scary.

Last night we had an activity called "Sexual Expectations at Vassar" and it wasn't that interesting to me, at least. After the presentation we were supposed to break off into groups to discuss what happened, but I didn't know what my group was and...I kinda wandered off. OOH yeah, I didn't go to it, I'm bad. Now I won't know what the sexual expectations are and I'll go crazy or something. (...) I walked down my hall today and in front of one of the rooms there's a big envelope full of free condoms if anyone were to ever need any. That's...nice. I guess? I honestly have no intention of having sex during the next four years, just so you know. You can quote me on that.

Oo so today I got my final schedule for the semester. Take a lookie:

ANTH-140-01: Cultural Anthropology - TR - 9AM-10:15AM
ASTR-101-01: Solar System Astronomy - TR - 12PM-1:15PM
ENGL-101-12: Imaging Australia - TR - 4:35PM-5:50PM
JAPA-105-02: Elementary Japanese - MTWRF - 11AM-11:50AM

So basically, Tuesday and Thursday are my "I want to die" days, except they're not really that bad when I think about high school and having to go to school at 7:30 AM. The building for my anthropology class is like a maze, but then I get 45 minutes to get to my next class (which, hopefully, will be enough). The building for astronomy and Japanese are next to each other, so that 10 minute period should be alright.

That's all I can think about writing at the moment. A lot of other stuff has happened, but nothing that significant I guess. Oh, today I saw a girl wearing a Trogdor shirt. Homestar Runner is so incredibly popular here, it's great. That's one great thing, I guess. I brought my Trogdor shirt, but now I'm not sure if I want to wear it because a lot of people would probably point it out (I mean, even I went up to that girl about her shirt). And you know me and ...talking to other people. Doesn't mix too well. Doh.

I'm sure things will get better and more comfortable. Or I hope so.

Last thing...WRITE ME LETTERS SO I WILL GET MAIL, PLEEASE! Here's my address again (let's see if I can do this from memory):

Robyn Lee
Box 1026
Vassar College
124 Raymond Ave
Poughkeepsie, NY 12604

(I actually got the whole thing right from memory!...but I double-checked on the zip code. :))

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