I'm in Love

Bye bye Dell. Hello Mac.
You are beautiful.
You also have a functioning S key, and a non-possessed A key.
I am in love.

Funny

Whenever I am upset about anything, Holly Near's music makes me feel better. This makes me laugh, because Holly Near is an activist. Her music is truly beautiful, and she has an amazing voice, but songs like "No More Genocide" (about, shockingly, genocide) or "It Could Have Been Me" (About the Kent state shootings) aren't really what one thinks of when one thinks of comfort music. I, however, am from Cambridge.
This means that I have hippie parents. And that I grew up eating organic peanut butter (yes, I really did) and going to protests and listening to activist music. My oldest musical memory is listening to Nicolia ("Nicolia girl, worked inside a factory/Never saw the sun, never saw the summer sea . . . Dreamed one day she'd meet a prince/but she's been real disappointed since . . . One day she read a book called Organize/And she understood every word, to her surprise") on the record player in the living room with my dad. I was probably three or four.
For me, listening to Holly Near feels the same as curling up on the couch under a big blanket with a mug of hot chocolate. Her music just makes me feel better. And lately, for whatever reason, I've needed a lot of comforting. So I've been listening to a lot of Holly Near. And for whatever reason, I feel better.

I want a mac

I want a mac. I don't have a good reason, really. My computer is on its third hard drive, and it seems like it's about to need its third motherboard, and after a tea spill a while ago, the s key no longer works (I have to control + V for every s I make), and the d key always types at least one a as well. (Here. I will illustrate: dadadadadadadadadadadadadaaaadadadadada. Achieved by typing only the d key.) And macs are pretty and their keys work and they charge properly without getting confused and telling you to connect the proper charger, even when the proper charger is connected.
They don't have accidental damage coverage, but they are so pretty, I feel that I would not hurt a mac as much as I hurt my Dell. (Not that I don't love you, compy. I love you very much. You just make me feel frustrated sometimes and you're kind of heavy and not very pretty. Wow. I could be explaining myself. Maybe it's like pets- you know, how pets and owners often look alike?)
But I have no money and compy is still under warranty so I guess I'll just get compy fixed and save money to buy a new computer this summer.
And now I will read about schizophrenia in children.

Sometimes We Have Sock Adventures (Or, I Don't Want to Make My Powerpoint Presentation)

Sometimes your friend Emily sends you socks in the mail, only they are very tiny:


So you and other members of the sororitee who also live on the third floor need to have a sock-growing adventure:


(You also need to wear special headgear for your sock-growing adventure, if you're me.)
And then you grow the socks:

And they make bubbles:


And then they need room to grow, so you put them in the sink:


And then you love your blog SO MUCH, you put the socks on your feet to illustrate their sockiness, even though they are very wet:


And then your feet are wet, too:


And then you realize that you just put two pictures of your ginormous monster feet on your blog and you go write your presentation in shame.

Oh, Green Key is a Fantastic Weekend

"I don't think I'd want to be smothered by boobs."
"My boobs couldn't smother anything."
"They could probably smother a hamster?"

Aaaah

Shonda Rhimes, why must you toy with my heart so?
p.s. There seems to be a demand (i.e., from two people, one of whom has seen it in real life) for pictures of my new bed. Unfortunately, my camera is sick with no batteries, so I need to get some before I can post pictures of the glory that is my room.

Love

Have I mentioned yet that I love my new bed?
I've never really been one of those people who does work in bed, but I think I might become one. Just because my new bed is that fantastic.

Bad Decisions

Do you ever have one of those days where you just make a lot of bad decisions? I'm having one of those right now. Actually, it started last night.
So, yesterday I was totally overwhelmed by all the work I had to do. And what does an Abbie do when she's overwhelmed? She procrastinates! So I decided to go to bed at 2, wake up at 7, and write my five-page paper. (Bad decision No. 1) Except I went to bed at 2 and couldn't fall asleep, so I stayed up till 5, reading blogs and facebook. (Bad decision No. 2). And then my 5-page paper was a 2-page paper (Bad decision No. 3, or just the repercussions of Bad Decision No. 1?). And then, to top it all off, I decided to skip class this afternoon. Why, you ask? No real reason. I was feeling kind of blah, and so I didn't feel like going.
Total Bad Decisions So Far: 4. Now the question is, should I go to ballet this afternoon, or should I skip that, too?
At least I'm making all these bad decisions from my brand-new double bed in my brand-new rearranged bedroom, so I feel like I'm in a treehouse while I do it.
p.s. this is my 50th post!

Hatred

Sometimes I hate school.
Like when I have four papers due in one week.
Back when I was an engineer, I think I felt this way a lot more often.
So maybe I should be glad I'm not an engineer anymore.
But right now I just want to take a rest and have a shoulder massage.
But at least I'm not an engineer!

Icky

I have a cold.
It's not fun.
Also, I have a paper due in two hours and ten minutes.
I should get on that.

May is Crab Month

"Mmmm. There's nothing like exoskeleton"- Emma

Sometimes We Have Formals

As I have said earlier, I am not a very fancy person. I tend to succumb to the schlub more often than not. Sometimes, however, an occasion warrants getting dressed up in a pretty dress and putting on makeup and wearing high heals. Sorority formals are one of these occasions.
On Saturday, we all got dressed up and went to Bates Mansion, where we took romantic pictures with our dates, explored, ate dinner, and danced. My silly boyfriend is at Swarthmore, as is Marissa's, so we were each other's dates for the night. Complete with romantic pictures.
But anyway, after cuddling on couches with bunches of sisters, dancing my heart out, and nearly punching out my good friend's date for being an assface, I realized how lucky I am to be part of this wonderful family in the big brown house on Webster Ave. I enjoy making fun of what we do, sure, and sometimes it can be kind of dramatic, and we may not be the "coolest" girls on campus, but without the Sororitee, Dartmouth wouldn't be Dartmouth. Theta has become my home away from home. And for that, I am incredibly grateful.

Bleh

You know that feeling where you don't know what you want to be doing, but you know it's not what you are doing?
That's how I feel about studying for the midterm I have in 58 minutes. So I'm just not doing it. I think this could be disastrous. Oh, well.
I have a real post that I shall write tonight if I get around to it.

Oh, My part III

I just had a bowl of cheerios with bananas and skim milk. It gave me heartburn.
I am SUCH an old lady.