bleh. I'm done.

Your True Love Is a Capricorn

Why you'll love a Capricorn: Hard working and driven, a Capricorn will work overtime to win your heart. Be prepared to get wined and dined, even once you're convince that your Capricorn is the one! Why a Capricorn will love you: You don't rush things. You know it will take a while for a Capricorn to trust you, and you can wait. Social and outgoing, you can introduce normally shy Capricorn to a great circle of friends.

What Sign Is Your True Love?

leaps of faith? I prefer stability in my life, thanks. :)

You Are Indigo

Of all the shades of blue, you are the most funky, unique, and independent. Expressing yourself and taking a leap of faith has always been easy for you.

What Color Blue Are You?

I'm not too sure how true this is

You Are Emerald Green

Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you. Inside, you are very emotional and moody - though you don't let it show. People usually have a strong reaction to you... profound love or deep hate. But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There's something naturally harmonious about you.

What Color Green Are You?

hmmm

Your Linguistic Profile::

60% General American English

20% Dixie

15% Yankee

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

but ... but .... :(

American Cities That Best Fit You::

75% Chicago

70% New York City

70% Philadelphia

55% Boston

55% Los Angeles

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

I am a blue flower!

You Are a Blue Flower

A blue flower tends to represent peace, openness, and balance. At times, you are very delicate like a cornflower. And at other times, you are wise like an iris. And more than you wish, you're a little cold, like a blue hydrangea.

What Color Flower Are You?

here's an idea!

Maybe I should give up copy editing and teaching and go into the bread-baking business! It's $10 an hour, which is higher than the Massachusetts new nation-high minimum wage, and the company has a "generous meals policy." What more could you ask? I could make $19,200 in a year if I work 40 hours a week ... it's like the newspaper business!

Paying off those college loans could be an interesting experience, though. But then, so is bread-baking! It's an excellent trade-off!

pfffffff

So Angelina named her kid Shiloh. so much for the big name speculation. The news, I suppose, is that Shiloh is a girl. But her middle name is Nouvel. If Angelina meant it to mean "new" in French (and seeing as how she's going for the international baby theme), then she should know that "nouvel" is the masculine form. But then, she named her girl Shiloh. Whatev.

wallowing in misery

I think I'm going to go buy a lottery ticket and then wish on a fountain. Maybe I can win enough money to pay for grad school. So I've been wallowing in my misery since I realized that YET another newspapers that is potentially interested in me is no longer because I can't work at night. This is seriously sad. I mean, the only job that I am actually really well trained for conflicts with the classes that will get me really well trained in another career -- with the main goal that I will do both in 2 years.

So maybe this lottery idea isn't so farfetched.

By the way, I saw "12 Angry Men" recently, and it's made me look at juries in a new way. You should watch it, too. It is a fantastic movie. The premise of the film is that one member of a 12-men jury in a murder trial convinces the other to consider all the evidence and witnesses before delivering their gut-verdict -- guilty. It's not really what happens in the film that matters, it's the characters in the film and the way the film is done that makes it superior. So I'm no film critic and, as my lack of reporting career as shown, I am also no writer, but this is an excellent movie that you should watch. Go rent it now. Add it to your Netflix queue. Go! :)

stuff!

I'm looking for a job in Boston that would fit my class schedule, and it's nearly impossible. Considering that classes start at 4 PM, it makes it hard to find a 9-5 gig and it's not possible to work a night copy desk. Or ... any copy desk. It makes me sad. :(

On other note, I found this story in the Boston Globe a while back, when I was procrastinating during end of classes/study days/exam week, and it's quite interesting. It's about how clothing companies are catching on to the female psyche and changing the dress sizes to fit.

Also, another story that I happened upon is that one scientist, one philospher and one farmer agreed that in the eternal question of which came first, the chicken or the egg ... it is the egg.

For the first time since I can remember (maybe the first time ever), I won't be in the South for hurricane season. I take it as a good thing. On the other hand, I will be in the Northeast for winter, which is a scary thought. :/

reading about Boston stuff

OK. I am well aware that what I am about to link is of questionable/skeptical quality. But I think it's fascinating and there is probably some grain of truth in it.

I was reading up some weird Boston stuff on the Web (like I did (and still do) with London a year ago), and I found this site with Boston word pronunciation and vernacular. It's extremely interesting/entertaining.

I'm also trying to figure out exactly which parts of the city is flooded and which ones aren't or if the city itself is flooded at all. It seems to me that the worst areas had been confined to the suburbs near the coast, but then, not really knowing the city, I'm probably completely wrong.

I never really liked horses....

But this whole Barbaro situation is sad. :( I kept hearing/reading that many horses that have such injuries are euthanized, but I kinda don't get it. It's a broken leg, why such a drastic measure?

Here are some scary X-Ray photos of Barbaro's leg.

yippee.

The grades tell me that I am an official USC graduate now. The diploma "should" be in the mail. Woohoo!

done ...

Well, I took my last final (media law), but I still can't be sure I'm officially done with college until I get my grades for that class. So I can't celebrate until I get my final grade. Or cry. Whichever is the case. That final was HARD. :(

je ne comprend pas

I've had this conversation with several of my guy friends, and the answer is always the same ... but it's worth writing about anyway:

Me: when I "grow up," I am going to adopt kids ... 2 girls! (or something to this effect) (and recently, those girls have been named Lorem and Dolor .... if you're a fellow newspaper nerd, you know what this means)
Guy friend: no way! There is NO WAY I'm having girls.
Me: Whyever not? Girls are so cute!
Guy friend: because I know what guys are thinking! If I have a daughter, I will KILL EVERY GUY ON THE PLANET WHO COMES IN CONTACT WITH HER!!!!!
Me: but ....
Guy friend's friend and other buddies: ME TOO!
Me: ....
Guy friend and buddies: BUT if I have a SON, I/we will teach them about girls.
Me: .... so basically, my daughters need to stay away from your sons .... and I will wish all of you to have daughters.

... I love my guy friends. Funny, confused, so smart and worldly about child-raising. :)

Boston!!!!!

I went to Boston over the weekend for Boston College's open house -- more specifically, to its funding forum to find a job/assistantship/internship to fund this little education.

My flight out of LAX was at 1:45 p.m. on Friday, and true to form, I was there waaay early. But never fear, as my friend James called me while I was searching for a hairbrush in the giftshop (one of the things I always forget to pack) and told me that he hit an old lady and her car (both are apparently fine) with his Michigan rental car .... as a 21-year-old rental car driver. On the bright side, HE GOT THE JOB!!! The people in the store must've thought I was crazy when I heard the news. So incredibly happy for him. :) You should read the paper! It's the Adrian Daily Telegram, a bit outside of Ann Arbor. He'll be covering education (school districts, colleges, etc.).

I arrived at Logan International around 10 p.m. and called the hotel (Four Points by Sheraton ... yay for accumulating points) to pick me up and they couldn't find me! "Couldn't find me" ... my ass. I was the girl with luggage in the arrivals area with an obviously out-of-town USC sweathirt on. Apparently, they went upstairs ... where the departures are. Now, tell me, why would I be at departure when I am staying at a hotel?!?!?!

After I called three times (once to tell them I'm here, another after 25 minutes ... another after 30 minutes) .... they finally "found" me. I got to the hotel around midnight.

I heart the T, by the way. Especially compared to LA's metro system .... well, anything is better than LA's metro system.

Boston College is GORGEOUS, albeit with weird green roofs and a crazily laid-out campus. I'm pretty sure I got lost at least once.

I know this whole "open house" thing is made to make people LOVE BC (being on many a admissions panel myself), but it really made me think that I made the right decision for the right reasons. It was touch-and-go for a while there, before I sent in the deposit.

There were several possibilities for jobs -- I'm really hoping to intern at the Chestnut Hill School -- it's a private elementary school near BC and the recruiter lady seemed REALLY nice. We'll see what happens. I'm also going to apply to be a substitute teacher during the school year ... they get paid pretty well, so that's gonna help a bit.

After the open house, I hung out with my friend Andre from Tampa (remember?) and had great fun. I think I laughed and destressed more than I had in a really long while. By the way, MIT has an awesome student center. I'm jealous. >:( I also made some (but not enough!) flash cards while his frat had its beach party in the basement ... I kept falling asleep and couldn't get any work done ... plus mom started calling me about storage questions .... and my resident called about move-out inspections .... and I fell asleep .... and woke up and read about copyright .... and fell asleep -- apparently "fair use" and the "sunshine act" weren't too fascinating with jet lag and very little sleep and a day of pushing my hire-ability.

Leaving Boston Sunday morning (7:20 AM! with no sleep, what with celebrating Andre's friend Nick's birthday and the KS party that I didn't go to) was really sad. :*(

But Boston was AMAZING and I can't wait for June 26!!!!!! :D

By the way .... I'm in the middle of finals, so don't expect too much of me for the next 2 weeks.

Currently listening to on repeat: "Amsterdam" by Guster. :)