Cologne on the j

I can hardly believe I'm going to the airport again. I got to see the sunrise this morning and decided that it may be one of the most pleasing times of day for my neighborhood. This is the first time I'm taking the J to JFK and someone is wearing a lot of cologne. I'm 15 stops from Jamaica Center.

Za dryzhby

Last night at the winter show afterparty Yuliya P. and I clinked our glasses together with various Russian drinking toasts and she said I could pass as Kazakh and I was very pleased. She also said that when she was little in the 80s her family moved to Sweden and then they moved back to Russia and there immigration wasn't a common thing at the time so when she went back to school and could only speak Swedish the other kids thought she was completely insane.
She forgot all the Swedish when she moved to the US but recently had extreme language flashbacks when she watched The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.

The greatest gifts

It snowed and snowed all say. Tonight I had a beautiful pre-Christmas  dinner by a Christmas tree at Mrs tuckersmans with Mrs tuckersman, pig, dan, Andy, and Dave. We ate delicious shepherds pie and lentils and cobbler and I couldn't stop picking at all the plates even after I'd had my fair share. Afterwards it was pouring rain and Mrs tuckersman Lent me a pair of sweatpants to wear under my dress and  pig Lent me her umbrella to walk home with, which turned out to be probably the best presents I'll get this holiday season because even though I was burning up in the torso area but simultaneously soaking wet in the shoes and feet and literally panting like a dog when I finally got home at 1:45am, my legs and computer were dry.

I believe aijia, who says that Griffin knows when you're sad and comforts you because I've been feeling a lot of complicated, bittersweet feelings and tonight he snuggled and snuggled with me.

Goodnight Wednesday

330am, in bed. I feel like I had a very exciting day, even if parts of it were miserable. I just rolled around on my floor in my underwear and cracked my back thousands of times.

the end is nigh

almost two am, i'm at school in the shop stripping wires and shaking my empty can of red bull red. i don't think i'd be as tired if we hadn't had to stand for two hours for our last choir rehearsal before the friday's concert. i feel all wobbly

Automaton pathetic

Update: it is just past 6pm and this is my automaton now

pathetic automaton

This is my automaton. It's due as one of my two finals for tomorrow.

ny thievery

It's Rothy's birthday and she had her phone stolen on the subway when we were coming home from school tonight. We chased the guy off the train and confronted him on the platform of the Lorimer stop but there really wasn't anything we could do.

cebiblat

i do believe it's snowing a lot

maybe it's the finals talking but i'm feeling blue - it would be so magical to have snow tomorrow

jupiter bringer of jollity

i feel immense relief that no matter what, this week will go be unstoppably fast

touchdown

getting home time during finals week is anytime between 2 and 4 am

facts from watson

Oral tolerance is believed to be the reason why teenagers who wear metal braces, before they have their ears pierced, are less likely to develop an allergy to nickel. Ear piercing is the major cause of nickel allergy.

finals food blog

On Monday I killed my first clams. I bought a dozen Littlenecks on Fresh Direct and when they came in their two baggies I wasn't sure I could do it because they were a lot bigger than I'd expected. My family always cooked manila clams growing up, which are smaller and less intimidating. I stood and watched the moment when their shells sprung open and their clam souls floated to the skies. They were so delicious that I would do it again.

Today I accidentally dropped my tupperware in the residents' office at school and all my pasta spilled out on the floor. I collected it and everyone awwed and said that's too bad but I left and ate it anyways because there are people in the world with real problems.

skyfall

When I booked a red-eye from LAX to JFK, I figured that I'd sleep on the plane and arrive bright and early for a full day's work. It somehow slipped my mind that most of that sleep time would be lost to the time change at that arriving at 5:30am would be the equivalent of getting rudely kicked out of bed at 2:30am.  On the way to LA my seat had felt like the most comfortable cradle in the world, but on the flight back I felt like I was trying to sleep in the cardboard airplane seat Rothy and I made for our puppet show skit.

so uncomfortable

I at least achieved 2 hours of sleep on the plane, unlike Rothy, who stayed up the entire time watching Black Swan. I didn't watch any movies on the plane though this past week in LA I did have many indelible movie moments: Hunger Games I and Skyfall. Both were so riveting that my heart was racing all the way to the end. Hunger Games was visually striking, silly dramatically dystopian, and delightfully tacky. Ma and I tried to go to see Hunger Games II at the theater but it was actually SOLD OUT. I was shocked and disappointed. In Skyfall, there was a pivotal moment when lines from Tennyson's "Ulysses" were recited, and I had flashbacks to the choral arrangement of that poem which I sang at USC with Mrs. Tuckersman ("Untravelled Worlds") and could pre-hear each next line and my heart almost stopped.  
 
We arrived stupid early at the airport and proceeded to drive in circles with a cab driver who wouldn't listen to our directions. $$$. Promptly went back to bed at earliest possibility, slept until midday brunching at Owl Juice. Very productive! I don't recommend taking anymore red-eyes to myself. Unfortunately, I already have another booked for January.

This late afternoon I realized I had a sore throat. I had shoyu ramen and draft Sapporo for dinner and it felt much better afterwards. Now I have a swollen lymph node. It feels like a cherry in my neck. I think I will just refuse to become sick.