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Sprained my ankle. (I tripped over my shoelace while on the roof of Freeman) It hurts more than a fracture. As a result, I missed... - the pub's drag show - the WZLY birthday party (which I heard was bitchin') - the convention which Stella and Christine went to without me (and I had been waiting A YEAR for it.) - all of Saturday as I lay in bed without a computer (it broke) or my iPod (lost it) before spending four hours in the hospital to be reconfirmed of what I knew, that I did not, in fact, have a fracture (DAMN YOU HEALTH SERVICES) I also cannot carry my own plates in the dining hall and so have been living off of microwavable and vending machine food. On a more positive note, Stella and Christine bought me this:  Voodoo Baby Injured Sub "Injured Sub regards his bandage and sling are his badge of honor for taking the hits for you." They are so sweet. |
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I was going to bike about 25 miles (which includes a round-trip) to my internship location today so I could estimate when I would have to leave campus on Tuesday to get there in time. But then when I was walking up a 0.0000000001 mile hill yesterday and almost fell over, I realized that it would not be a good idea. So I slept. NYQUIL. DRUG OF THE DEVIL. |
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It's a little belated, but...Wikipedia:Today's featured article/March 31, 2007From Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaJump to: navigation, search
The New Carissa was a freighter that ran aground on a beach near Coos Bay, Oregon, United States, during a storm in February 1999 and subsequently broke apart. An attempt to tow the bow section of the ship out to sea failed when the tow line broke, and the bow was grounded again. Eventually, the bow was successfully towed out to sea and sunk. The stern section remains on the beach near Coos Bay. Fuel on board the ship was burned off in situ, but a significant amount was also spilled from the wreckage, causing ecological damage to the coastline. The United States Coast Guard performed an investigation and found that captain's error was the main cause of the wreck; however, no criminal liability was established and the captain and crew were not charged. There were significant legal and financial consequences for the ship's owners and insurer. There are plans in place to dismantle the stern section at its current site and remove it from the beach. (more...) Also... "The New Carissa" by Sarah Dougher
Sam found this song and played it for me yesterday on her radio show. It's about the New Carissa freighter and how it was so wonderful, but broke and ruined the sea. |
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It's a draft. Very very drafty. But if you were ever wondering: "What does Carissa think about when she starts staring into space?" You may find out more than you needed to. ( ON TO THE STORY ) |
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- I went to California after all. It was great. - I didn't do any homework and now I am screwed, but that's what made spring break so enjoyable. - I haven't checked my email in almost a week - I broke my phone (won't be fixed until tuesday) and haven't talked on it or text messged anyone in a week - I HAVE LOST ALL CONTACT WITH CIVILIZATION (except for those I went to SF with) and it was actually kind of wonderful. Except now I miss people and can't wait to get my phone back. Slaves of modern technology, all of us. P.S. The electricity in my room went out and won't be fixed until tomorrow either. I think I must emit EMP waves. |
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This Friday 10 AM to 12:00 PM (Subbing for Marisa's show) Listen at: http://149.130.134.142:8000/listen.pls (or go to http://www.wzly.net and click on the webcasting link) . I plan to ask the strange man who always calls in during that time his name, so I can dedicate a song to him. THEN WE GOOGLE IT. |
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Email from the PE department: "Finally, if none of these option "work" for you, you may elect to postpone your graduation until successfully completing the requirement over the summer months (at your own expense). I will wait to hear back from you regarding this urgent and important matter."
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CREATIVE WRITING PROMPT:
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 From a Chinese propaganda art book. WHAT IS THIS?  Old airline safety card. I want to pocket Little Hassan and take him home, like mom used to do with the airline utensils until they switched to plastic. |
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I see everyone's time at Wellesley beginning while mine is ending. Friendships growing stronger.
This splurge of regretful, nostalgic psychobabble is probably due, in part, to "Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness" playing on repeat over my speakers. |
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Molly, Anna Johns, and I found this lying around at The Hoop last night: One of those coupons you get in magazines where you tear it out, fill in your info, and can get a "56-issue subscription of Sports Illustrated for just $1.29 per issue." Scrawled all over it on one side, with thick green marker, was: "SHITTY HANDS. On the other side was the drawing of a bugle. Anna said "it looks like a butt hole." We all agreed: "DRUNK GIRLS AT THE HOOP WE LOVE YOU." |
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1. I apparently excel at sneaking up behind people and strangling them in The Godfather game. It's the genetic ninja skills of my people. Your father may own a shotgun, but my father owns Fists of Furies. My next goal is to find that funeral parlor again where I threw the man into the incinerator. Directional skills are not inherent in my people. 2. Just remembered I brought my childhood diary to the Riverside Clubhouse (where I intern) and accidentally left it there. I had originally brought it because I needed something to write in and it was the first thing I could find as I was rushing out my dorm room. I bet you right now, everyone there is reading it in a nice collective circle. It's the kind of thing the people there would do. I don't really mind all that much. They'll just know that I had really weird dreams as a kid (I chronicled my dreams obsessively), that I had weird crushes on cartoon characters, and that I really liked unicorns. But everyone knows those things anyway. I got nostalgic today though and wanted to read what I had written in it. Ahhh. It better still be there tomorrow! |
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Dear Stone-Davis Dining Hall, Yes, it's late. Yes, I should be in bed right now. But honestly, do you think I could sleep without telling you how RIDICULOUS your conventions of naming your food is? Friday, February 23rd, 2007. "Vegetarian Vegetable Soup, Vegan." No kidding. A vegetarian who will be eating in Stone-D more often, thanks to the triple reassurance of food contents, - Carissa |
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Dear Electric Lady Land, I apologize for the oddness of my radio show tonight. I know, I know. Some parts of it were really amazing, and then there were some parts where, had my life been a horror movie, the entire audience would be screaming: "Don't open that door! Doooon't do it!" Thankfully, my ass was saved multiple times by those who were in the station with me. My first show may have had its low points, but my next one will be stellar. That, I promise. Signing off the air, - Carissa Dear David Bowie, I know it's not directly your fault, but your "Space Oddity" song that refused to play three times on air was the bane of my existence tonight. My dear man, please send a single of that song to WZLY so I can finally play it with ease. Major Tom could use a little extra help getting home. Swooningly yours, - Carissa, YOUR NUMBER 3,5160,978,091,535,503,251 FAN P.S. I didn't articulate this well during my show, but the words "Ground control to Major Tom" are scrawled on that machine that you use to make all houses with in Claflin. Sounds like boring graffiti, I know. BUT it is boring graffiti from my thumb sucking days. Bowie fans from way back when, why are you so amazing? Dear Chumbawumba, It actually was your fault. How was I to know that a cheery song like "I Get Knocked Down" says the word "piss" something like 20 times. What, you mean I'm supposed to listen to the lyrics of a song that I'm usually dancing to while drunk? You assume too much. - Carissa, still FCC clean after Sam's smooth save |
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