date: 2008-02-07 23:47 subject: (no subject) security: Public mood: happy music: OH BABY GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE

 I have two halves of papers written, unfortunately they do not go together and are in two different languages.

I am very tired and sore, and I am craving mangos like you cannot possibly imagine.

I am so broke. So broke. 

I have way too many scholarships to apply for as a result of said brokeness.

But I am so souped. 

(I also have a KT Tunstall cover of a Jackson 5 song stuck in my head and its been there for DAYS, but oddly I'm not bothered by it.)

date: 2007-10-26 16:29 subject: (no subject) security: Public

 OH MY GOD ITS CHEBURASHKA! I love him.

date: 2007-10-10 01:03 subject: (no subject) security: Public

Wow, I  just realized that Neko Case is not, as her voice would suggest, drop-dead-fucking-gorgeous. 

Well that sucks. 

Oh well.

date: 2007-09-30 14:22 subject: (no subject) security: Public

Look! LooklooklooklookLOOOKKK! Look at Pantalaimon and his adorable little face! And Hester and Lee Scoresby! And Nicole Kidman...hugging a green sock? Whatever! Just look! *wriggles*

date: 2007-09-15 16:14 subject: (no subject) security: Public mood: annoyed tags: yuck

Uh, puh-LEASE explain to me whose idea it was to make a movie of Fahrenheit 451 with Tom Hanks as Montag? 

Ew.

Ew, ew, ew.

date: 2007-06-18 22:34 subject: Sick O'Clock security: Public

I either have a cold, or my allergies have come back with a powerful, blood-thirsty, snot-mass-producing, nasal-passage-clogging vengeance for some reason this year. Whichever it is, it sucks. A lot. I might go insane. Being sick is positively the worst feeling ever.

So I basically have nothing to do but read and look around iTunes at all the music I wish I had money to buy--Broken Social Scene, why do you have so many wonderfully delicious off-shoots? Bank account, why are you so lacking? 

Ughhhughughugh!

date: 2007-03-01 11:37 subject: "Madame, I would like to strangle you." security: Public mood: crazy music: i think i saw your airplane in the sky tonight

Rereading The Human Stain by Phillip Roth. Why? I have no idea. Maybe because my brain is too beat up from French that I can't handle something new...but then I realize...this is just as hard as something new because its FUCKING INSANE.

I think Delphine Roux will always be one of the most entertaining characters ever. I love her and everything about her ridiculous, utterly crazy, Frenchness.

I have so much work to do, why am I updating livejournal?

date: 2007-02-16 14:47 subject: (no subject) security: Public

“Uncle Phillip, I was just wondering – how do you suppose one might become more English?”
“More English?” He stopped whatever it was he was doing and looked at me. Then, with a thoughtful expression, he came nearer, pulled a chair up to the desk and sat down. “Now why would you want to be more English than you are, Puffin?”
“I just thought…well, I just thought I might.”
“Who says you’re not sufficiently English already?”
“No one, really.” Then after a second I added “But I think perhaps my parents think so.”
“And what do you think, Puffin? Do you think you ought to be more English?”
“I can’t tell, really, sir.”
“No, I suppose you can’t. Well its true, out here you’re growing up with a lot of different sorts around you – Chinese, French, Germans, Americans, what have you. It’d be no wonder if you grew up a bit of a mongrel.” He gave a short laugh, then he went on. “But that’s no bad thing. You know what I think, Puffin? I think it would be no bad thing if boys like you all grew up with a bit of everything. We might all treat each other a good deal better then. Less of these wars, for one thing, oh yes. Perhaps one day all these conflicts will end and it won’t be because of great statesmen, or churches, or organizations like this one, it’ll be because people have changed. They’ll be like you, Puffin, more a mixture. So why not become a mongrel? Its healthy.”

- Kazuo Ishiguro, When We Were Orphans

date: 2006-12-07 20:45 subject: humhum security: Public mood: okay music: oh, pauvre de moi, pauvre de quoi?

Pourquoi est-ce que tous les garcons ici waaayyy too similar in a really unpleasant way? C'est vraiment horrible.

Last French class tomorrow! I will miss Krueger, but I won't miss all the tedious film exercises and unpredictably difficult tests and quizzes. Its hard to be passionately in love with French in that class (especially when more than half of the students speak with a blatant, undisguised american accent) but I hear that Mwantuali (who I'll have next semester) is a lot easier. So hopefully I can go back to swooning over cette belle langue when I come back in janvier.

Last Russian class too - I will most definately miss that class and that teacher. Luckily next semester's teacher is as crazy as Bartle, or so I'm told. Tomorrow we all get to recite this long, stupid poem about animals. If I knew how to draw a gazelle I'd make a mask (thats the part I'm doing) but I don't, and I don't think they really look as much like bambi as I'd thought they did.

Today was our last english class, and my teacher said "Have a very, very merry Christmas, and a happy new year. Until next semester...unless we meet in...virtual space." Then he walked out of the room.

I wonder what he does when he's at home. I can see him in an apron, baking some kind of something - some recipe his mother used to make when he was a little kid. It isn't hard to imagine. I'm glad he's my advisor.

date: 2006-12-01 22:55 subject: candy apples security: Public mood: cranky

Okay you know what? I wasn't going to say it for fear of sounding like a ridiculous, girly FIEND, but I need a fucking manicure. Right. Now. My nails are all uneven and ugly. It looks like I've been scaling tall buildings using only my fingers. Needless to say, I have NOT been doing any such thing. So why are my hands such FUCKWITS? I don't know, but I need some little Vietnamese ladies to fix this shit ASAP. And I need bright-fucking-christmas-red nail polish, too. Like Rudolph-the-red-nosed-reindeer's-nose-red.

Damnit, I want to go HOME. 

(Thats right, I said HOME! Emma Sconyers!)

date: 2006-11-28 16:41 subject: Castinets? security: Public mood: happy music: wakeful dreamers, i pass them on the sunlit streets

Aaaahahaha, only two and a half more weeks of this nonesense! 

I also need to stop being so TERRIFIED OF EVERYONE EVER because it really doesn't get me anywhere. 

Also, I think that the world is full of gorgeous people and things and I'm so glad that I can be in love with all of them without caring about their differences. Lets all be a little more open minded, shall we? We're all beautiful mammals, as Holly would say.

And finally, Hilary is getting an accordion and all of y'all bitches is coming caroling with us. Thats right - singing holiday songs accompanied by an accordion. You know you want to be a part of that. (In other words, you know you want to inspire fear and dread in the hearts of families for miles around with the ominous trilling of cherubic voices and mismatched accordion notes in the night.)

date: 2006-11-26 23:04 subject: And for once it might be grand... security: Public mood: sleepy music: here comes the baker with his tray like always!

Dear Pocahontas,
Lets elope.
Love, Belle

Being home was maaaaaarvelous. We ate too much food, took stupid pictures, set up a ridiculous pink christmas tree and played "if we were disney princesses which one would we be?" for way too long and to much too detailed an extent. Hilary and I had fun (or not) eating soup in gale force winds! I dressed up as...something. We watched Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty and made terrible brownies in our sad, flat brownie pan. Then I learned which way I'm supposed to wear my clauddahghdlsajfds;a ring and had some really good chinese food in Boston. And then I had a really scary and emotionally scarring adventure on the bus (nothing special, I just loathe the bus with every fiber of my SOUL) and now I'm back here with a fucked up mirror and a crazy Guyanese roommate. 

And I am SO TIRED.

date: 2006-11-22 13:04 subject: (no subject) security: Public

OKAY SO you know that picture of the sailor and the nurse kissing in Time Square at the end of WWII? The kissing sailor picture? Well I met the kissing sailor today, and he is my hero. And he kissed me on the cheek and I feel SO COOL.

Also, OH DEAR GOD HARRY POTTER MOVIE! Thats all. 

I AM SO HAPPY TO BE HOME!

date: 2006-11-18 00:28 subject: Fracture her mind till its light security: Public mood: anxious music: and you know she'll break your heart too

I think my wisdom teeth are coming in. Its making my head aaaaccchheeee. Totally NOT fergalicious, in my personal opinion. 

How is it that I always manage to feel stupid when I'm around big groups of people? Thats something I excel at, rather fabulously, in fact. 

I wish I was going to be around for sam and emma's good oldfashioned listen-to-music-and-drink-root-beer-and-beat-up-ethan-and-possibly-see-charles-wrapped-in-wallpaper party, those make me happy (not so much charles wrapped in wallpaper, that scares me a little.) I also miss chasing sam's cat around, although I'm sure the cat doesn't miss it quite as much. 

Dear the ocean,
I miss you. Why don't we see each other anymore? Its pretty fucked up. 
Love, 
Molly

date: 2006-11-14 23:06 subject: We just let it fall security: Public

So I really like The Weepies
and thinking in other languages (or trying to)
and wearing stupid bows in my hair
and already being done with my french homework for tomorrow and friday AND we don't have any for monday
and the fact that I think I am coming home on friday night because I'm a bad studyentka and I don't care if I miss class on monday and tuesday

Christmas is coming soon, and we can walk through town in the snow at night and look at the harbor and listen to the sailboats (because I miss the ocean like I never knew I could) and go caroling and eat cookies from strangers who like our singing, and have secret (or otherwise) santa's, and pink christmas trees, and we can have stupid dance parties and then get up at ungodly hours to go play in the snow like that time when Nora got horribly sick right before the musical and it was awful, but it was hilarious, and we pulled it off because we're amazing. 

I am so excited to be home for Thanksgiving and then only 2 weeks of school and then home again for a month!

date: 2006-11-13 21:34 subject: (no subject) security: Public mood: amused music: while laughing up a storm until we were just bone

"How many kids go on the spring Russia trip, professor?"
"Miiiiiiiiillions."

Have I mentioned how much I love Russian?

date: 2006-11-08 00:31 subject: je deteste le subjonctif security: Public mood: giggly

One of the examples in my French grammar book is "j'adore que tu me dises des mots doux!" and the english translation, "I love it when you whisper sweet nothings to me!"

As much as French pisses me off, this just strikes me as so utterly hilarious that I've been giggling about it for the past 15 minutes. 

Its not really that funny.




...oh wait, yes it is.

date: 2006-11-07 20:10 subject: (no subject) security: Public mood: aggravated

WHY do I take French?

date: 2006-11-06 13:25 subject: In a town thats cold and gray, we will have a sunny day security: Public mood: happy music: don't you know that I belong arm in arm with you baby?

EEEEE! The weather is GLORIOUS today! I feel so bright and bubbly and wonderful in my stupid yellow shirt! I feel like Snowleaf Flittertoes (which is my fairy name, in case you didn't know. Aaahaha.)

Our Russian class migrated to the steps of Bristol because it was such a "kraseevoy dien!" and spoke Russian out there in the lovely sun. Our class is invited to Bartle's house before finals to eat Russian food (made by Bartle himself.) This strikes me as both frightening and hilarious, as I'm sure it will turn out to be.

I really can't get over how gorgeous it is outside and, a cause de ceci, how gorgeous it makes me feel. I am so silly, I love it.

Crushes are really the most unproductive and ridiculous thing in existence. I wish there were a medicine for them, some caplets I could swallow in the morning to make me happily impervious to all those pointless ideas. I would be so pleased.

This morning I had to lay on my bed with my head hanging off, upside down, in order to get my ponytail right. I am so cool, you cannot deny it.

Anyway, I'm going to go play outside before (nasty nasty nasty bad) womens studies.

date: 2006-11-05 13:09 subject: Look for me in the sun bright sparrow I will come on the breath of the wind security: Public mood: good music: our bodies may be parted though our skin may not touch skin

I continually amaze myself with my ability to sleep FOREVER. Its really quite fascinating - I went to bed at around 1 last night, fell dead asleep and didn't wake up until around 9:30 when my mom called me. Then I went back to sleep, woke up at 10:30, went back to sleep, woke up at 11:45, and just kind of stayed in my bed where it was warm and nice until a few minutes ago when I finally dragged my lazy ass out. And honestly, if I went back to bed and curled up again I really think I could fall back to sleep.

I know some people can absolutely NOT go back to sleep no matter what, but I am definately not one of those people. I can wake up in the morning for class, wash my face, brush my teeth and hair, put on clothes, then sit on my bed to put on my jewelry and if I let myself, I could fall right back to sleep after all that.

What the fuck.

In other news, why are The Decemberists so fucking fantastic? However, on the other hand, why is Colin Meloy's son named Hank? That seems to be the one lapse in his genius. Also, why are there so many Regina Spektor songs which aren't on CD's? How will I ever hear them? This upsets me.

Anyway, yesterday my dad called me and asked "So I got a shirt in the mail with pandas all over it, is that for me?" I said that no, its for me, unless you plan on crossdressing anytime soon, in which case feel free to borrow it. Somedays I would not be surprised if he decided he was gay. It would certainly explain his clothes-shopping-skills.

When is Pirates of the Caribbean 2 coming out? I'm in the mood for a piratey adventure.

I need to go shower.

p.s. - I love you.