You know what really bothers me? Formals/semiformals that play hip hop music. It’s just not right. What happened to go ol’ jazz? Or how about some Bon Jovi Livin’ on a Prayer? I feel so dirty shakin’ my thang and grinding to hip hop in my beautiful dress and nice makeup. I can tell that this ain’t Kansas anymore.
If I weren’t too cheap to buy $18 tshirts, I’d snatch up quite a few of these. Check it. What’s your favorite? Mine’s the Greece one. Or maybe the South Korea one. Oh yeah, and I totally ripped the title of this entry off of these witty people. Hope they don’t sue me.
MIT’s homepage featured an online magazine, E.Merging these past couple of days. The articles published are actually really interesting, though reading multiple Asian “I don’t fit in anywhere” articles was entirely too repetitive.
They made think of Ike making us write personal narratives senior year at g-school. I really liked writing mine, and Ike like it so much, he asked to keep it on file as an example piece of work to photocopy and give future Senior English students. Last time I went back to visit was third-year at UVA. Ike was still there then, I wonder if he is still there now? Is he still photocopying my story every year?
I still have my UVA account, but the only emails I get are spam and emails from lists that don’t unsubscribe people, such as ecouncil. I recently got an email from the ecouncil people asking for volunteers for advisor for the class of 2009. That’s 5 years past 2004, my graduation year. And to think, if Ike is still photocopying my personal narrative to give out as an example for current g-schoolers, how old must those kids think I am? I mean, class of 2000, that’s ancient.
I am ancient.
Ryan has this friend Anthony who likes to talk about being a super-taster. His criteria for being a super-taster is this chemical science teachers sometimes put on kids’ tongues in middle school science class. Some 90% of people can’t taste it, but the few who can think it’s super bitter. I did the test in 7th grade and thought it was very bitter, so now I am a self-proclaimed super-taster along with anthony.
There are downsides to being a super-taster, which brings me to the point of this entry. For some reason or another, I am especially sensitive to the taste of sugar substitutes. I can’t stand diet sodas. My dad bought this OJ once that claimed to be 1/3 the carbs of other OJs. I didn’t really pay attention to the carton when I poured it, but as soon as I drank it, I realized that it wasn’t right. It just tasted funny. Looking at the carton again, sure enough, 50% of the “OJ” was fake stuff with fake sugar added, and with less sugar comes less carbs. Gag me now.
This morning I go to the fridge, get out a yogurt, take a spoonful, and it tasted nasty, almost diety. I was really confused because it’s yogurt, and how can yogurt be diet?? I thought I must just be imagining things. But no, I checked the ingredients, and sure enough, there was aspartame, the stuff in nutrisweet. Diet yogurt, great. The little container even boasted “70% less sugar!” I should check labels more carefully.
Now my question is, why is there sugar substitutes in EVERYTHING now? Sodas I can understand, or rather I can accept because it’s been around for so long. But diet orange juice?? Diet yogurt?? WTF??? The food manufacturers have made it necessary for me to start scrounging through every ingredient list now and stay away from anything that says reduced sugar. Ugh. The worst part is, I like buying “low fat” stuff, but now I have to really be careful to differentiate “low fat” with “low sugar” or worse, “low carbs.”
If you don’t yet use Picasa, I highly recommend it. It’s a one-click Photoshop. I still like my Photoshop, but now I don’t have to tweak 4 different settings to get a picture to look nice. All I gotta do is feel luck with Picasa.
Katie Folz got married in Pittsburgh this past weekend. Pictures are uploaded. I didn’t forget my camera this time, but I think I also was a little photo hog. Sometimes I just lose perception of things around me, and all I focus on is getting a good shot. I was in the way of the real wedding photographer a couple of times, and it made me feel really bad.
Cathering Borovicka’s getting married at the end of May in Maine. Randi is getting married in October in Charleston. AJ’s getting married next summer. Lewis has a baby on the way. It’s only the Governor’s School people who are getting married. The only other friend of mine who got married was Jenn, and she and Robby had been dating since 11th grade. So why do govies have such a high propensity for getting married? Or is it just my class?
A couple of people are coming up here to MIT/Boston next year. Phil Lane is going for his Dr. Phil title here, and a family friend who goes way back to West Lafayette, Indiana is coming here for college (though she likely will go to the dark side and go to Harvard).
GRT decisions come out next week. I’m in the running for Simmons, Next House, New House 3, New House 4. I listed all 4 on my preferences sheet, which may or may not have been a mistake … I definitely have favorites among those 4, but I guess I’d still take the position if I didn’t get my favorite. I’m just being my usual pessimistic self thinking that I’ll get screwed over and not get anything because I’m not in any of those places’ top tier.
I found this editorial in yesterday/today’s edition of the Cav Daily. It goes along well with my entry on Larry Summers, though Anthony Dick (author) goes a bit farther about Summers’ speech and quite a few other things in general. I just thought it interesting and wanted to share. In the meantime, I’m having a hard time reconciling my so-called overall non-conservative stance with my not-so-liberal opinions on issues such as Larry Summers and affirmative action. This is actually an area that I wouldn’t mind having a discussion/intelletual conversation with somebody about. It’d be nice to not have this internal conflict.