10.29.2010

oh my god puppy





Going to DC today. Not bringing my laptop. Will take lots of pictures.
Here's a blog post.
I'm obsessed with this dog.
His name is Boo and he is very famous.

Love always,
Clara

10.28.2010

fish co? fail co.

Alex and I tried to go out last night. We were dressed up as CEO/Caterer and 80's workout girl (respectively) and everything.
Alas, we arrived at the bar at the same time as the popo.
When you see flashing lights and hear whistles, that's when you leave.

Or, you know, wait around outside and ask people what's going on because your journalistic instincts are taking over.
(Speaking of, I've been published twice in two days. Feeling so culturally relevant right now. Read Post- for my take on terrible teen fiction)

Anyway, eventually we encountered Megan, and the three of us went to East Side market and got ice cream bars. Alex and I were still restless and looking for something to do, but we didn't find anything.
Funny how that happens.

We did see a guy shaving in one of the third-floor windows. I named him Mr. Torso because that was the only section of him that we could see.
I'm not sure why I do these things.

Alex: CLARA! YOUR HAIR! Leave it! I want to take a picture!
Me: Oh god, what's it doing?
Alex: It's coming out from behind your headband... you look like a PREPUBESCENT PANDA!

Love always,
Clara

10.27.2010

legitness

I've written for the Blog Daily Herald!
Shameless self-promotion all over the place!

In other news, I'm so busy it's literally insane. My sanity is notably absent.
In other other news, I've got at least three nights of halloween on the agenda, and all require different costumes. Love college.

In other other other news, I've invented a linguistic rule. You can add as many "others" as necessary to "in other news."
I just liberated you from the shackles of an unnecessary standard in our language.
The number of potential sentences in the english language just increased exponentially (not that it wasn't infinite already).

Hot damn. I feel powerful.

In other other other other news, clearly I'm losing it.

Love always,
Clara

10.26.2010

your love your love your love is my drug

KE$HA CONCERT TONIGHT.
Trashy music for the win.

(Real-Conversation-Without-Context:
Girl: [opens door for us]
Me: Friendly strangers for the win!
John: No one says 'for the win,' Clara.
Hannah: Um...
Girl: I say 'for the win'
John: ... I meant, no one among the three of us.
Me: JOHN YOU JUST ALIENATED A STRANGER.
End scene)

Seriously, the ke$ha concert was awesome. The first opener, Deluka, was pretty sweet, and the second was very bizarre, and the main event didn't show up until 10, but that's all well and good. So worth the wait.

I'd forgotten how much I legitimately like her music, actually. I downloaded her album
when it first came out, and listened to a lot of Ke$ha in mid-January.
Mid-January was an interesting time for me, actually, for a number of reasons. Ke$ha was in fact a good influence, I think.

The thing about her is that I'm fairly certain she was drunk on stage tonight. She absolutely does not take herself too seriously.
First semester last year, I was definitely taking myself too seriously. But you listen to songs about actually, perhaps, going out and enjoying yourself, and it's hard to stay focused on dumb overdramatic shit.
I might need a little more Ke$ha in my life.

Don't want to be the Ke$ha of the group though. Every group of friends has that one girl who is the Ke$ha. I'd like to avoid that.

... Although it might be too late.

Love always,
Clara

10.25.2010

migraines

I had dinner with John's family last night. Sometime towards the end of the night I got a migraine.
By the time I got back to my room I kind of wanted to die.

John: I need to do work.
Me: I need to shoot myself in the head repeatedly.
John: ... or just lie down?

Later, I heard 'Chicago' (Sufjan Stevens, obvi) coming from down the hall. I stumbled over to see where it was coming from.

Me: Are you guys playing Chicago? Is that this room?
Nick: Yeah, I love that song.

I think I was actually out in the hall to use the bathroom or brush my teeth or something.
I passed by again on the way back.

Me: That song is going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
Gavin: Nick put it on.
Me: I'm going to have to beat him with a shovel.

So.... it appears migraines make me unduly violent.
Curious.

Now we're all chilling in my room.

Genevieve: Yeah, the average was a fifty.
John: Wow, you did fantastic then!
Genevieve: I was below average...
John: ... That's fantastic!

John is reading his blog posts out loud.

Genevieve: Teach me to blog. I feel like I would only write sarcastically.
Me: Do that. If sarcastic is how you do shit, then do that shit, yo.

Love always,
Clara

10.23.2010

you know what they say about economists

I had dinner with my parents again tonight. That's always nice. I'd forgotten what good food tastes like.
We were discussing my friends' parents' marriages for whatever reason.
I'm going to have to keep this anonymous.

Dad: Well they got married right out of college, but he had that wild year in europe to run around. That's why his teeth are like that. It's the venereal disease.

The man in question is not someone I can imagine ever acquiring a venereal disease.

Dad: You know what they say about economists. That if you lined them all up end to end... it would be a good thing.

Love always,
Clara

10.22.2010

gorgeous


Thomas just sent me a whole facebook-message-ful of music, and John was showing me some cool stuff yesterday. That does it. I'm now wandering around the internet, downloading songs as I please.
In that process I stumbled upon this video, which you should watch, because it's absolutely beautiful. The song may not appeal to all tastes, but I personally am a fan, maybe mostly because I'm going to imagine this video every time I see it now.

Curs In The Weeds - Horse Feathers
Pursuit of Happiness (Kid Cudi cover) - Barbara
Time To Pretend (MGMT cover) - Jonsi
Rome (Neighbors and Devendra Banhart remix) - Phoenix
Hold You - Wale
Quitters Raga - Gold Panda
You Started - Ou Est Le Swimming Pool
Blueberry - Late Of The Pier
Love Lust - King Charles
Citizen - Broken Bells
Mean - Taylor Swift

I get so lost when I'm looking for music. It's always such a wandering odyssey. Like, if Odysseus wasn't even sure he wanted to go home, and figured he might as well stop by some other islands first to see if anything cool was going on.

Love always,
Clara

google search me

Nick is in my room right now. Google Analytics was being strange, so I started wandering around their site looking at varying statistics.
Including the Google searches that most frequently lead here.
Including "ipad boobs."

Nick: You should start blogging about more sexy words.
Me: Yeah, like... ipad twitter penis sex.
Nick: Twitter penis sex... that's probably wild. That's so good, it's probably illegal.

I'm sure people google that.
And they'll be directed to Love Always Clara.
Just another step in my quest for diverse viewership, right?

Love always,
Clara

family weekend

My family is in Providence right now. I haven't seen them yet, but that's beside the point. I'm somewhat excited to see them, I suppose, but right now I have this vague sense of discomfort regarding their presence in what I've considered to be "my" city. Or at least my area-- I really haven't ventured too far into Providence, just the eastern side.

Some people are staying with their parents (i.e. in hotels) over the weekend. I wouldn't be able to handle that. I'm actually very much looking forward to sending them on their way later tonight, and going back to my room.

I don't know.

I've been sitting in the SciLi for the past 20 minutes trying to get my goddamn MCM paper to print. I'm supposed to be able to print it from my laptop if I'm connected to the wireless network, but it hasn't been working and something (let's call it pride) is keeping me from just emailing it to myself and printing from a school computer.
The school computers are slow.
I don't think there exists a school where the computers are not slow.
MIT, maybe?
Unlikely.

Love always,
Clara

10.21.2010

the kids


the kids, originally uploaded by clarabellum.

I took this! And edited it!
This is one of those little girls who came to visit us in august.
And my chili dog.
Whom I miss dearly.

Oh, also, there is a correction that I must make. John's pretzels did not have rainbow sprinkles. They had individually-colored sprinkles, in a variety of shades.

I've got to keep my journalistic integrity. John may not be thrilled, but he's just bitter anyway.

Love always,
Clara

my, what a large package.

John got a care package today. It's not from his mother. It's from someone else's mother.
He's excited.

John: Oh, I'm sorry, is my care package in your way?
Benny: I don't blame you for having a large package.

He's got chocolate-covered pretzel sticks (with rainbow sprinkles!) in there. I feel like people are a lot more domestic in Florida. Or maybe they're just a lot more domestic in places-other-than-my-home.

I just got phenomenal news from Thomas, that I will keep quiet because these sorts of things are sensitive information.
But I'm excited about it.

Sitting in Linguistics. It appears that class has started. I should go.

Love always,
Clara

10.20.2010

do YOU ever watch youtube?

Man: Jim, do you ever watch youtube?

I'm sitting in Starbucks (no I'm not telling you where it is! And if you've guessed, you're wrong!) with my shitty earbuds in, and people are assuming I'm listening to music. In reality I can listen in on other people's conversations in an inconspicuous way. This might be my new hobby.

These two older men are sitting nearby. They seem to be writers of some kind, with a particular interest in the middle east. They had a great conversation about Tom Friedman. Very smart guys.

Man: Speaking of parallel universes...

I came here with the intention to write my MCM essay about voyeurism, cinematic pleasure, freudian psychoanalysis, and Alfred Hitchcock.
I'm finding it strangely fitting that my preferred method of procrastination is basically being a creeper. Just like Jeffries in Rear Window! So relevant!

I'm just trying to make the most of my Ivy League education over here. Applying new concepts to everyday life. Not being a freak at all.

Jim: I don't know where the truth lies.
Man: Somewhere... deep down below.

... I really wish I knew what that was about.

Love always,
Clara

10.19.2010

maybe i should learn to cook at some point...

Chris W
At home alone and having to make dinner. This is why I need a girlfriend
Kyle M
like the last one would have be helpful in such a situation?
(Chris W and Clara B like this)
I really can't cook. I've been ridiculed for my inability to make a sandwich (turns out, I'm a failure as a woman. Who knew?).
Yesterday I made a quesadilla in the Ratty. That felt like an accomplishment.

All of this has me thinking, what the hell am I going to eat when I eventually leave this place?
I do enjoy culinary-type activities. I made bruschetta once. I felt very accomplished.

That said, I can hardly get my shit together as it is. What would I do with one other necessary task? Probably eat out a lot.
I'd say that describes most of my youth, actually. We did Pita House or Indian food or Thai food or something along those lines on a fairly regular basis. Not all the time, but a significant amount. I can't fully comprehend those families in which the parents cook a meal every night. How do they have time for that?
(Even more baffling is the family in which everyone eats together every night. We did that maybe once a week, and it was an event)

I don't know. I guess I could manage to cook for myself, but feeding a family is way outside my area. I could bake cookies, I guess. And make lots of soup. If I had access to tomatoes and feta, I could probably put together a Greek salad (minus the olives, of course, because... ew).

And bruschetta.

Oh, by the way, if anyone wants to legitimize their identities by way of print publications, you should buy a magazine from this website tonight. It's cheap, and it helps Jeanette somehow, and the future of print media is in our generation's hands.
If you feel compelled, I'd recommend that you do this within the next 24 hours.

Love always,
Clara

10.18.2010

fierce.

TA Hunter: Tyra Banks uses this term "je ne sais quoi" frequently on the show, not that I have a vast encyclopedic knowledge of America's Next Top Model or anything...

I love it when teachers admit that they're real people. People fall into roles so quickly.
My linguistics teacher talks about her dogs all the time (within the context of example sentences, but still). And apparently our MCM TA is really into America's Next Top Model.

TA Hunter: Perhaps to paraphrase Tyra Banks, this is a fierce photograph.

Love always,
Clara

10.17.2010

back home

Princeton was epic in countless ways.
We beat their football team. Go bears! Also, our marching band had pizzaz.

There were so many fantastic quotes without context last night.

Daphna: I want to high five the world!

Me: Hey chief! How have you been?
Princeton Guy [whom I have never met in my life]: Oh hi! Remind me of your name?
Me: Oh I'm Clara. I don't remember your name either... I've just met so many people in the past month...
Princeton Guy: Oh right! Clara! I'm Bryan.

David: The best way to get into my pants is to compliment them.

Guy on the phone: I'm going to die. I'm gonna die over here.
Me: Excuse me sir, but please don't die. No deaths here.

Now I'm back in brown town, going to meetings and doing work and such.
Has it occurred to anyone the degree to which one's activities and routines depend on their location?
Is that such an obvious point that no one would bother to comment on it?
Maybe I'm just super insightful today?
Perhaps.

Love always,
Clara

10.16.2010

makeover!

Daphna: Too floopy to quit! That doesn't rhyme! Fuck.

... Tada!
I was going to wait until Sunday to tweak this and reveal it, but Daphna looked over my shoulder just now and she says I'm good to go, and I trust her blindly.

That said, I want yall's opinions if you have any to share.

Daphna: I was so happy when I got the plague today!

Obviously we're in quite a mood over here. Hooray for New Jersey. And the bubonic plague? And Sartre? I like all of these things.

Love always,
Clara

10.15.2010

surprises coming!

Excitement!

Some changes are in store for Love Always, Clara. By the end of the weekend they should be perfected and ready for your viewing. Get ready. This shit is about to get real.

Love always,
Clara

10.14.2010

thomas's tunes

I just downloaded a bunch of new music! At Thomas's recommendation, seeing as his musical tastes have greatly influenced my own in the last year.
Some are of my own choosing though.
Such as TSwift.

Welcome Home - Radical Face
Judy Flame - Laura Veirs
Blue Beard - Band of Horses
Simple Man - Alessi's Ark
Space - Martha Tilston
Oviedo - Blind Pilot
Made by Maid - Laura Marling
I Go to Sleep - Sia
Empty Hearts (acoustic) - Josh Ritter
Fljotavik - Sigur Ros
Lonelily - Damien Rice
Hazelton - Justin Vernon
Autumn Song - Will Cookson
So This Is Goodbye - William Fitzsimmons
Funeral Dress - William Fitzsimmons
Brackett, WI - Bon Iver
Back to December - Taylor Swift

So it appears that I'm obsessed with Thomas today?
Not the case entirely.
Okay kind of.
Whatever.

Love always,
Clara

okay, this is a legitimate recommendation

Everyone needs this album. And you should buy it, because it's a charity album for AIDS/HIV relief. And you should buy it from amazon, because... I referred you. And you can get DRM-free downloads, which is cool. iTunes is sort of shifty with that.

Seriously.
Ben Gibbard and Feist?
Bon Iver?
The National?
Yeasayer?
Arcade Fire?
All in one place?

This is good advice that you should follow.

Love always,
Clara

poetry, antisocial tendencies, and tflan

I am going to remind you now to read Thomas's blog, mostly because this post was mostly inspired by him.

He was talking about autumn, and a poem he wrote once. I used to write shitty poetry as a child as well. I think we all did.
But what this all most reminded me of was a poem that I didn't write. No, this is the artistic masterpiece of Katie, age... 6? I don't know. I'd like to say 9 or something, but she was definitely among the more literate in our fourth grade class, and the spelling here indicates otherwise.

Katie, I'm sorry, but I have to share this.
tristen is a trixter
i know its true
he some times
evean cears me up
when i'm bluue,
i'm sure of the
trixter part,
but i still
like him in my hart
"NO" said the teachers
but he still
ran on the bleachers,
Hes verry tuff,
and sometimes ruff
oh i love tristen
We were both somewhat in love with Tristan at various times in our elementary school years.
I like that it was his 1st grade badassery that attracted Katie. I remember having a huge crush on Patrick A. that year because this one day we were doing some kind of activity that involved flipping coins, and we were partners, and instead of actually following directions he showed me magic tricks for the whole 15 minutes.
What. A. Rebel.

I wish I had more of my younger-years shitty poetry. I know there was a lot of it on my old old laptop (that I had in 7th and 8th grade).
I was a little bit emo. Always lovesick. Generally unsatisfied most of the time.

Mary Evelyn: I'm going sailing today!
John: Cool! What kind of sailing?
Mary Evelyn: I think it's one of those boats where you have to strap yourself in. They're going to put me with more experienced people.
Me: Sailing is nice. I like sailing on small boats... by myself. I just like being by myself on a boat in the water. Actually, I just like being alone.
Benny: Whoa, how did this get from sailing to antisocial behavior? Like, "Yeah sailing is fun... I hate people."
Me: I don't know. It seemed like a pretty natural transition.

I may be turning into one of those people who can turn any inane thing (such as, perhaps, mooing at cows?) into a reflection of my inner turmoil.
Not sure how I ended up like that.
Probably too much dentistry in my life.
I went to the dentist again yesterday. Just for a cleaning this time. But still. I hate the dentist. I had this whole rant to Genevieve last night about how much I hate dentists.

Anyway, Thomas's blog is really picking up and I really want him to stick with it, because I laughed out loud several times just now, catching up.

Love always,
Clara

10.13.2010

things one needs in college

I have an exciting announcement, and that announcement is that I want you to buy things!
I've signed up for Amazon Associates, so I'm going to be posting links to thing on amazon every once in a while, and if you end up buying those things or using those links or something, I getmoney.
Honestly, I'm only going to link to things that I actually think you should buy, because obviously if I linked to things that sucked, no one would buy them, and then everyone losesbecause I waste your time and I don't even get paid to waste your time. I'm not sadistic. Not really.

Anyway, I kind of want to experiment with this. Without further ado, a list of things I have decided one needs in college in new england, and links to buy these things if they strike your fancy.
The links are the pictures. Snazzy!

1. Rain Boots.

It rains here all the damn time. The thing about college though is that at home, when it rained, I had to try to stay dry on the 30 second walk from school to the tram stop. Here, classes can be legitimately across campus from one another, and there's a lot of rain-walking going on.
Um also let's try to get "rain-walking" to catch on. I'm thinking it could be a cool dance move.

2. Headphones
Mine are broken and it's killing me. Earbuds will not do the trick in college. I might end up buying these. They're selling at Urban Outfitters for like, sixty bucks, but you can get them online for basically half that, which gets me excited.

3. Coffee machine
You need one that doubles as a tea kettle, because sometimes when you steal someone else's tea kettle, they want it back. Ridiculous, I know. Anyway, coffee in the Ratty is terrible and I'd rather have my own in my room, and be able to make tea and soup and whatnot at my leisure.

And, on that note...

4. Starbucks VIA Instant Coffee. One of the flavored ones.

I'm actually somewhat obsessed with this. The unflavored ones taste like instant coffee (which is not the best thing to taste like), but the caramel flavored one tastes delicious. Apparently if you make it with steamed milk it's even better, but who the hell steams milk?

Also...
Because who doesn't want hot cocoa when it's cold? (And of course I'm partial to the Swiss)

6. A cool book about linguistics
How else will people know how independently driven and curious you are? Read in public places.
Also, I just really like Steven Pinker, and if you're a fan of linguistics you should definitely read this. It's very cool.

7. A drinking camera
i.e. A camera that you won't worry about. I love Turtle the DSLR dearly, and I don't want anything to happen to him. Which is why I bought Lucy, refurbished, for $75. I can take her to frats without being too concerned about the repercussions. She's sturdy.

8. Wall decor
This poster is on my wall right now. It's great. Boring walls suck. I can't really give you any better reasons to buy a poster than that.

This is my new experiment, guys. Basically all I'm asking is that if you know you need to buy something off of amazon, you get there from here. Or not. It really doesn't matter.

Love always,
Clara

um, hi.

Let me tell you some facts about myself.
  • I have brought no less than eight pairs of sunglasses to college.
  • I have no idea what the fuck we talk about in Modern Culture and Media
  • Somehow it looks like everyone has more work than me.
  • I can't listen to songs on repeat. It ruins it. (Which is why I'm so OCD about my mix CDs)
  • I'm actually OCD about a lot of things including: my rug being flat, my statistics on last.fm, where I sit in economics (mostly because it's caused problems in the past), and my ongoing scrabble games with my parents.
  • Yeah, I play scrabble with my parents. I'm beating my dad at the moment.
  • I get underestimated a lot.
  • I have more scarves in my possession than some people have pants.
  • I'm still figuring out the social-interaction thing.
  • I'm afraid I'm often nostalgic for things that never existed.
  • I'm allergic to nickel. This interferes with my love of cheap jewelry, or my unwillingness to spend more than $15 on a watch.
  • Actually, I'm usually unwilling to spend more than $15 on anything at all, but somehow money still seems to fly away as soon as I get my hands on it.
  • I name inanimate objects.
  • I'm very protective of my music tastes. Some things are sacred, right?
  • I wish I had more "awesome thrift store finds." So far, I have an oversized Ralph Lauren sweater, and an oversized polo shirt. I also had a very long pearl necklace that I got at a flea market in Neuchatel. For whatever reason, the only things that appeal to me in thrift stores are larger-than-usual prep staples.
  • I miss the days when Death Cab for Cutie seemed to know everything about me.
  • I make weird faces in pictures, because I'm fairly certain I'm going to end up looking weird anyway, and I'd rather it be on purpose.
I felt like I hadn't blogged anything substantial today.
This feels substantial now.
Good.

Love always,
Clara

loving the blog.

Follow my blog with bloglovin

I'm trying to get a bigger audience. Ergo, I'm shamelessly self-promoting.
Um...
Tell your friends?

Love always,
Clara

10.12.2010

thomas is a blogger!

So, if this isn't your first time here, I'm sure you've read about Thomas by now. He basically cracks me up on a daily basis.
And now, he has a blog! So he can continue to crack me up, even while I'm over here in america!
Obviously the only reason he created this blog was for my entertainment, but you can read him too!

I am so excited.

Also, I've got a shoutout in the first post, which is brilliant. Go read that first, so that you can read about me, and because that makes the most sense chronologically.
Love always,
Clara

i took this photo!

And edited it thusly!
And I really like it!

I've been playing with my free trial of Lightroom lately. It's pretty fantastic.

Love always,
Clara

10.11.2010

fetishes...

This is another one of those blog posts that gets out of control because I haven't really done much in the past few days, and thus have very little source material.
I sure love three day weekends.

While I was doing all of this not-much this weekend, I happened to do my MCM reading (which isn't due until wednesday! I'm such an overachiever, guys!). It was wild.
I was reading a deep analysis of a shitty Nicholas Cage movie,* when I came across this passage:
... the camera suddenly embarks on what could only be called a wet dream of surveillant omniscience, craning up and over the walls of the hallway in an "impossible" shot that tracks across one room after another as if the ceiling had been lifted off, peering down into each until finally it locates the object of narrative desire.
So I'm pretty sure that this shot could indeed be called something else. A "fantastic illustration" of surveillant omniscience? A "prime example"?
Although, when you look at the rest of the language, I think this author just wanted to slip "wet dream" into his scholarly masterpiece.

*Okay, I haven't actually seen the film in question, but I really don't like Nicholas Cage. On that note, this author was obsessed with him. The article discussed five or six films, but the author only managed to name that one actor, who happened to be in two of them.
Seeing as everything is fetishistic in cinema anyways, I can't even make a Nicholas-Cage-fetish-joke. It wouldn't even work.

Me: Hah! You have a Nicholas Cage fetish, obviously!
Author: Are you referring to my inherent fetishistic scopophilia? Yes.
Me: ...

Love always,
Clara

10.10.2010

chill day

I can't decide whether today was delightfully relaxing or eerily antisocial.
I woke up around ten and decided it would be a good day for a walk, and that I should also do some work, and the intersection of these two things would be to walk to the bookstore in Providence to look for a book I needed for philosophy, which the Brown bookstore had sold out of (thanks, brown.)
So I did that, and I brought my reading for my modern culture and media class, which I was planning on reading in Starbucks, or perhaps the bookstore coffee shop.
That was fun.
Around 2 I got hungry, so I bought some sushi. That was cool.

Seriously, that was my day. The coolest part was buying sushi. That should be sad, except I really was quite pleased with the sushi.

Then I downloaded a bunch of songs.

Big Red Machine - Aaron Dessner & Justin Vernon
Train Song - Ben Gibbard & Feist
Light Up - Tegan and Sara
Sailing - Deerhunter
Easy Lovers, Hardly Friends - Jeremy Messersmith
Virginia - Jeremy Messersmith
Miracles - Jeremy Messersmith
The Great Escape - Patrick Watson

Love always,
Clara

10.09.2010

bitches of shit

I had the funniest night last night.

First, at like, 7:30, basically right after dinner, there was an impromptu dance party in Poland 308 (also known as my room) (also, [insert snappy nickname here]).

We played this song at least twice.


We also played "Fuck You", and wondered what on earth the radio edit could possibly sound like. Happily, we're smart kids who know how to google, so that question was answered basically as soon as it was asked.
They call it, "Forget You."
What?

So then we started reading youtube comments, because there are few things funnier than youtube comments.

Commenter (in spanish): Bitches of shit! This is bad!

Or something like that.

Is "bitches of shit" a normal spanish expletive? Because I think it's my new favorite.

Anyway, then I headed over to Jameson and the boys tried to throw popcorn into my dress. I always thought they would grow out of that by senior year. No luck.
That's okay. I kind of liked high school boys anyway. Glad they haven't grown up completely.

Love always,
Clara

10.07.2010

photographs


faunce, originally uploaded by csb324.

I took this picture!
I also blogged possibly 300 times today.
That's cool.

Whatever. Haters gonna hate, hatters gonna hat.

Love always,
Clara

ophelia

There are so many things to blog today. People around me keep being either hilarious or wonderful or both. Maybe it's the coffee talking.
Thomas
ew. English has killed me.
I'm off to die in my sleep.
Tell MT I'm sorry.
And Hamlet is my hero.
Me
when i first read hamlet, it was a few months before i moved to switzerland. the degree to which i identified with ophelia's losing-her-mind-ness was actually alarming.
if ONLY anyone in that play could just die in their sleep... much less drama.
Thomas
That's true.
But then, what would it be without the drama?
A castle full of dead Scandinavians?
Probably.
ANd I like Scandinavia.
A lot.
So much, I want to study their language.
but Not Danish, obviously. Polonius is a sket. But for some reason reminds me of a certain principal. take a guess.
Anyway. I can see how you and Ophelia relate.
File this under: Thomas is my absolute hero. He should start a blog. He already twitters. He's halfway there, if he plans to have 280 character blog posts.

Do you remember when I was having my Ophelia moment? I seriously lost my mind and played in the flowers and such. There were some serious and relevant parallels.

Love always,
Clara

my secret starbucks

I have discovered the most wonderful place in the world, and I'm not going to give you directions.
It's mine, and I think what I like about it is that it's not overrun with college kids.

I'll say that it's a starbucks, and it's off college hill, and I have to take a bus to get here, but a short bus ride, and it's worth it. I came here once before after my unsurprisingly hellish dentist appointment earlier, and the guy behind the counter showed me their new Clover coffee machine and we had a nice chat about coffee connoisseurship.
I figured I'd come back today and get some work done.
So I hop on my bus to this undisclosed location, and get in line, and then I decide I'm in a fall latte mood. It's pleasantly windy out. So I ask whether the toffee mocha latte is good, and the woman behind the counter advises me that it's a little too sweet for her tastes, but if I don't like it they'll make me something else.
Then I see new flavors of VIA (starbucks insta-coffee) on the table, and feel the need to investigate, and they offer me a sample! The woman explains that it was made with steamed milk, so I ask how to steam milk, because I honestly don't know. And she says, "Well, you can microwave it, or heat it over the stove."

They assumed I had a stove at my disposal!

What a wonderful feeling. To top it all off, the guy accidentally made me a grande latte instead of a tall, and apologized.

This is great. This is the kind of place that has regulars. Real live Providence people. I love it.

Love always,
Clara

liveblogging linguistics

We're talking about prefixes changing the syntactical identity of a word. Apparently it's unusual. Suffixes do it a lot.

Prof: Question in the back?
Benny: I thought of one. Game... and pregame.

It's true. One is a noun, one is a verb.
Isn't college fun?

Love always,
Clara

10.06.2010

oh, life.

We're talking about South Korean cultural domination in eastern asia. And eye-opening surgeries. And how this isn't Westernization exactly.

(This is in Modern Culture and Media. Obviously)

Prof: So this eye surgery is a way of becoming more South Korean, the same way getting a boob job could be considered a way to become... more Californian... I love California. I had the best time there this summer, although I clearly didn't participate.

She is adorable.

In other news, my life is a JOKE. Literally one day after I had that nervous breakdown about my headphones breaking and being temporarily stuck with my crappy earbuds, my crappy earbuds are horribly mutilated by the elliptical and my carelessness.

THIS IS A PROBLEM.
I was really upset, but then I worked out with what was left of my earbuds, and the endorphins have me placated a little bit.
Still. Things seem to be conspiring against me.

Robert is taking the PSATs soon.
Robert
hehe, well my goal ideally would be to lay open some hideous truth, bankrupt collegeboard, and walk away with perfect marks and a MIT scoloarship
but thats not likely to happen
Me
THAT WOULD BE AWESOME
I hate the college board
i used to write them nasty letters
Robert
hehe
well i don't have anything against them
Clara
not yet you don't
Robert
its just my natural instinct to destroy large cooperations, and my general hatred for the world
well not really
i am rambling
i am relatively happy currently
That makes one of us.

That's a lie. I'm relatively happy as well, but I really do think that's just the endorphins.
Robert
as males do, i assumes the best possible option as a god given truth and so went about my life, thinkign of haggis, pussy and tea
... And, of course, Robert's excellent storytelling skills.

Love always,
Clara

10.05.2010

songs to distract me from scarring korean films

So today for Modern Culture and Media, we watched a highly relevant and critically acclaimed Korean film called "Oldboy". Basically, people lose limbs and tongues and teeth and incest is everywhere, and I don't recommend it.

So instead of talking about that any further, I decided it would be worthwhile to wander around youtube and post songs I like, and some intermittent real conversations.



John: They were so cute. I basically stalked them.
Genevieve: I stalked a couple in high school too. It was an interracial couple.
John: Were you friends with them?
Genevieve: No.



Alex: Does it rain when it snows?
Genevieve: It doesn't rain. It snows.
Alex: OH! The rain IS the snow!



In the process of writing this blog post, my headphones broke. This is not okay!
I am so angry. I've only had these headphones for like, a year, and they were fairly expensive, and I loved them so much because they were blue and I felt so cool when I wore them, and now they only play sound in one ear, which gives me basically the biggest headache in the world. Thanks a lot, Urban Outfitters. Now I'm using crappy earbuds which fall apart all the time.



Before I was in college, I'd complain for a bit and I'd buy some new ones but now I have to think about my purchases. So I'm tempted to just stay with my crappy earbuds or buy other crappy headphones, but those will just break just as quickly. And I'll be angry again, and they won't even be as good to begin with. And there's no solution, because I wouldn't be able to afford legitimately nice ones. And mine looked cool, and let's be real for a moment- the hardcore audiophile quality headphones all look ridiculous, and not in the way that I tend to strive for. Fuck this. I need happy music even more now.


No luck. The bad mood persists.

Love always,
Clara

michelle needs genevieve


My roommate Genevieve just got a new phone, and it displays emails in essentially the same way it displays texts.

Witness this:
Obviously Michelle needs Genevieve's help with something. I had no idea they had such a personal relationship. Rock on.

Love always,
Clara

10.04.2010

tricky undercover seasonally affected republicans

Thomas, on my economics woes:
Maybe it's run by Republicans.
Bad Republicans
Undercover.

That would be interesting.
I had a linguistics partay up in this hizzle tonight.

Me: Oh my god, post-classical greek!
John: Does that excite you?
Me: It warms my heart!
Me
Hey double checking - did you get three rules for #2?
Benny
Nope. 3.
Me
Three = 3 ?
John: Where's your sun lamp?
Me: Over here.
John: I might be seasonally affected.
Me: You're not going to be seasonally affected on october fourth.
John: It's getting worse as the days go on though!

Me: Oh, so the stem is more reliably found in the genitive and accusative. That makes sense. The nominative is tricky.
Benny: Yeah, the nominative is a tricky little bitch.

Obviously we're all really cool.

Love always,
Clara

peter pan owes me sixteen dollars

I saw The xx last night!
Naturally, because John and I are dysfunctional and Peter Pan is a douche and most strangers are friendly, it took us about three hours to get there (and we still didn't miss Intro!).

Allow me to explain/vent.

So John and I were supposed to take a 5:45 Peter Pan bus from Providence to Boston. It was supposed to get us to boston with plenty of time. I'll acknowledge that I did fall asleep in my room shortly before we were supposed to leave to get to the major providence bus stop, but we hauled ass and got to Kennedy Plaza at probably 5:42.
Which should have been great, but it turns out this bus leaves from Kennedy Plaza at 5:30, and leaves a different Providence area bus stop at 5:45. Peter Pan just decided that it would be better not to list the names of the stops on their tickets, and leave us to assume (with our impeccable utilization of Occam's Razor) that "Providence" means "That huge obvious bus terminal in central Providence". Which, of course, was incorrect.
John decided it would be a good idea to try to run to this other bus stop. That didn't work so well. We didn't even know where the other one was.

At this point we realized we had two options. Take a train, or take a taxi. I looked it up on my phone - train tickets seemed cheaper, and there was a train from Providence to Boston at 6:30, which would get us there around 7:30, when the show officially started. We wandered over to the train station and bought our tickets, annoyed by the situation in general, and sat down.

Oh, this whole time, I was carrying my dinner in a Ratty take out box. This is the point when I finally got to eat my goddamned grilled cheese.

So. It turns out our train is delayed by 25 minutes. At this point we'd googled it and established that The xx had two openers, so we were only a little worried. We saw people getting up and someone saying "this is the train to Boston," so we figured we were in business.
Not so much. Somehow we didn't realize that this was the commuter train? Although it essentially could not have been more obvious if it said "commuter" on the side? And didn't look like an amtrak train at all?
Luckily, we somehow got into a conversation with the guy sitting across from us, who filled us in to this glaringly obvious fact. At that point we saw our real train, for which we had tickets, pull into the station.

Me: Do you think that's it?
Guy: You want to make a run for it? I think you could make it.
Us: Let's go

I was literally pushing John into people trying to get off this train in an appropriately timely manner.
We sprinted.

And we made it! Finally! After that our transportation woes had basically ended, although the metro ticket machine in Boston gave John fifteen dollars worth in gold coins, which he seemed to think was a problem.
I like those.

Anyway, the concert was amazing, and taking the Peter Pan bus back was fairly uneventful.
Although it didn't fly.

Love always,
Clara

10.03.2010

oh what a weekend

Sorry I've been absent. I've also been busy.
Yesterday Alex and I went to the mall. It was fantastic. The mall-people put makeup on us, which I loved. Apparently Alex's person was overzealous with the foundation, which didn't fly, but regardless the experience as a whole was a positive one.
We really shouldn't go shopping together. It's dangerous.

Now I'm in the ratty doing homework, trying to have everything finished by five.
Clearly that's going really well, seeing as I'm blogging.

Not my fault. N. Gregory Mankiw, former economic advisor to George W. Bush, author of my econ textbook, is evil and cruel and wants me to go through pages and pages of government reports to answer his (frankly, quite useless) questions about tax policy. If he wants me to analyze some data, he'd better provide me with the fucking data, not send me on a ridiculous wild goose chase.
I'd really rather not do that.

Also, what the hell is an economic advisor to dubya doing writing my econ textbook? I wouldn't say that the economics of 2000-2008 were the most successful. Quite the opposite, actually. Are they trying to teach me how to run the economy into the ground?
Luckily, my professor is quick to point out any glaringly obvious conservative-propaganda-based blanket statements.

So I'm annoyed about econ right now. That's about it.

Love always,
Clara