jewelzgoes2college

IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000)

this is such an excellent film ! 

SAGWAAAAAAAAAAA 

UM!

There is a girl at my school named Julia Baker. Well, I mean, it’s fine, I’m not gonna complain and act like there’s only room here for one Julia B. But her inconveniently similar name is causing me a lot of problems regarding my favorite thing… MAIL. The other day I got a slip in my mailbox for a package, so I got really excited, of course, and walked to the mail person. Well, they said it was for JULIA BAKER. It was an enormous let down, to say the least. I’m surprised I didn’t suffer any negative effects from the rapid acceleration and then sudden slowing of my heart rate. Well, FOUR DAYS later, the SAME SLIP was in my mailbox, WITH HER NAME CROSSED OUT and MY NAME WRITTEN INSTEAD! So it WAS for me originally! But I had to accept it four days late! Outrageous! 

Then today, I had another slip for a package!! BUT IT WAS FOR JULIA BAKER TOO! And this time it was really for her in the end, so it was even more disappointing. But Julia Baker, if you’re out there, I’m sorry this message is so harsh, I don’t blame you. I blame those morons in the post office!

Dumb.

Oh no, I just realized that this morning as I was talking to my friend Ry in the brunch line, I used the word conspicuous when I meant INconspicuous. STUPID STUPID STUPID god, he just smiled and nodded. Think of how many times I may have done that without realizing it!!!! I’m going to be one of those people like Ms. Genoveese, in Basic Art freshman year, always telling everyone that their paintings were “Magnanimous.” 

Remember the Alamo…? Not really…..

This weekend we went down to Texas to see Hannah’s new apartment, and since she lives in San Antonio we went to check out the Alamo downtown. There were a ton of people there, so we had to wait in this big line outside of the fort in 110 degree weather. I figured it would be like a museum in there, with pictures and maybe some life-sized figurines, maybe some artifacts or something. But when we got to the front, it kind of was just this medium-sized room with a ton of people walking through it, not really sure of what they were supposed to be looking at. Plus, there were a lot of random objects lying around, like a mop and bucket, and an orange cone, and paint brushes. I mean, I guess it is cool to say I’ve been inside of the Alamo, but all together it was not a very memorable experience. 

End of summer

It’s been a really good summer. It turned out a lot better than I expected it to be—so much so, that I almost don’t want to go back to school. But a couple days ago my dad took me to breakfast after swimming, and we got oatmeal, and I swear to god they got their recipe from none other than BURTON DINING HALL because those oatmeals tasted identical! I have oatmeal every morning at school, because it is the best and it’s unlike any oatmeal I’ve ever tasted—UNTIL THE OTHER DAY. Sitting there eating that oatmeal brought me back to Carleton, back to the dining hall eating delicious oatmeal in the mornings, when it was -15º, and I had only slept 3 hours, and hadn’t showered in 4 days, and hadn’t done the 175 page reading assignment for the class I was about to be late to. WAIT HOLD ON do I really want to go back to school???? 

The Day After Tomorrow

Lilly and I had a lot of fun this weekend in Chicago. We stayed with Haley and Jered in their apartment in the city, where we lounged and ate delicious french toast and nutella, and made really good sushi I’m serious, like incredibly good sushi. Lilly didn’t think so, but she is a vegetarian so sushi is probably never that good to her anyway. We also shopped, danced, oak street beached, went to a weird nightclub gym, saw Juan MacLean at a street fest, and ate too much at lots of restaurants. 

On Monday morning we walked in the disgustingly hot and sunny weather to the subway, where we forced ourselves and our bags into a subway train that was already completely packed with people. It smelled and felt like an armpit. Haley and Jered got off two stops before us, and then two stops later we got off at Jackson cause Haley said it was two blocks to Union Station where our bus would pick us up. We only had twenty minutes so we hurried off of the train and up the stairs to the street level.

But as we emerged from underground….something was wrong….the sky was black and it looked like the apocalypse. People were running and cars were honking, it was raining harder than I’ve ever seen and there was lightning and thunder that echoed off of the buildings or something, so it sounded like it was right in your ear and you could feel it, and wind was blowing so fast it was hard to walk, and we didn’t see Union Station anywhere. We started walking in the direction we thought looked right, and finally we saw someone who looked official. “WHERE IS UNION STATION?!” we yelled, cuz you couldn’t hear anything over the rain and wind and thunder. “IT’S SEVEN BLOCKS THAT WAY,” he yelled back. SEVEN BLOCKS, HOLY SH*T…… We laughed kind of, but kind of not. And then we speed walked/ran in the insane storm, and Lilly almost fell like five times, and we were just completely drenched and our bags were full of water, and our iphones were accumulating moisture, but we finally made it to Union Station and got on the bus.

And we were wet and freezing and annoyed, and so was everyone else, and the bus smelled like wet dog. But we made it home.