Let it be known, that tonight, December 17, 2005, we deviated from our standard path.

And it was good. Oh so good.


My baby takes the morning train..

...And, they're off.

The final countdown...(ish)


I drank a lot of coffee, read a lot about psych and waited for hours for a listen booth in the library. We learned that I can't work a tape player and that Big Ten Burrito delivers! (My prayers, answered! Mexican cuisine delivered!) I also ate some nachos. (I figured that since I've already blogged for tweleve hours, I'd start a new entry. Less scrolling for you. Your fingers will thank me.)

12:30 a.m. - I was just really thirsty, so I had another Red Bull. That leaves one for prime mental alertness right before my test tomorrow. Also-Dear Hot Russian TA, So, since I e-mailed you numerous hours ago, I facebooked your name to find your screen name and see what you were up to that was more important than answering my psych questions. I couldn't help but notice that you were in a relationship. Upon looking in your pictures for evidence of this girl, I find she is very attractive. However I cannot believe you took this character to Bonnaroo instead of me. I mean, really. It's only my dream. But it's okay. I know now that we can never be. Sincerly, Sarah. (finally-Hot Russian TA, if you ever Google your name and happen upon this blog, I swear to you, I'm not creepy. I just appreciate all your help during review sessions and am extremely mezmerized by your well crafted sideburns.)

1:30 a.m.- All of a sudden I don't feel very well. Caffeine crash? Most likely. Um, I might be going to sleep now, but expect me again early (later?) in the morning. Also-Josh Mintus, I hate you, answer your damn phone, you whore.

2:46 a.m. I can't sleep. This is me paying for all that caffeine. Josh finally answered his phone. I made a new facebook photo album and left a bunch of annoying comments for other people. Yesssss internet insomnia. Also, the History Channel is showing Modern Marvels: Building Materials tonight. So far, I've watched quarries, concrete and currently, bricks. THRILLING.

3:23 a.m. - So, now I'm watching something on the Discovery Channel about Egypt andhow they built monuments. And boats. I'm starting to finally fall asleep, thank god.

7:12 a.m. Annnnnnnnd I'm up. I feel absolutely terrible. Considering the amount of caffeine I had yesterday and the small amount of food I ate (an English muffin and those nachos at like, 1130) it's really not a big surprise. I think I'm going to go to the caf and just drink a ton of liquids (No caffeine). That should make me feel better.

8:29 a.m. I haven't moved from my bed since my last update. I really am getting up to go get something in me that's not full of caffeine. Talked to Joshua, told him about my dad, etc. Really, that's it. Found a HORRIBLE picture of me from Friday night. Oh, it's on facebook. Check that out.

9:26 a.m. -Feeling a little better. Well enough to get back to studying. Daddy's in surgery right now. :/

10:34 a.m. - Fitter. Happier. Sleeping well. No bad dreams. No paranoia. Love, but not in love. No longer empty and frantic. Like a cat. Fitter. Healthier. And more productive. In a cage. In a cage.

I'm starting to crash out < 3 hours of sleep is getting to me. Also, something decidedly reeks in my room. I really need to do laundry/take out the trash/run the vaccum. Someone knocked over the can they were using as an ashtray last night, so there's a big pile of ashes on my floor. My love affair with Anatol is off. He didn't answer my e-mail. Dead to me.

11:34 a.m. - Well, I have now blogged for 24 hours (minus the few I took off to sleep.) I feel prepared. I feel ready. But, my body feels like it's been put through the ringer. I'm going to go take this final, then pass out for forever. Then wake up and clean and pack all night. Yeehaw. Also, I really don't appreciate how hard it's freaking snowing right now. Good thing my finall is across the street.

When is the mountain scaled? When do I feel I haven't failed?

I recommend downloading "It Hasn't Happened Yet" by William Shatner. I know,but TRUST ME HERE.

Caffeine consumed: 1 cup Irish Creme (had to start out slow)
1 cup aforementioned motor oil/crack combo
24 oz. cup homemade Folger's
3 Sugar-free Red Bulls
32 oz. Sparty's coffee.
1 cup Irish Creme ( I had to have SOMETHING it was so EARLY)

Soundtrack of madness: Teardrop-Massive Attack
Hi-Speed Soul-Nada Surf
Benoit Dutras- Cirque Du Soleil:Qudiam (written by Brian Eno and David Byrne)
It Hasn't Happened Yet-William Shatner
Quidam-Cirque Du Soleil:Quidam
I Know You Are, But What Am I?-Mogwai
Protection-Massive Attack
Steel Dreams- Cirque Du Soleil: Quidam
Schizophrenia-Dr. Bertram Karon
Bacardi-Nada Surf
Crush-Jimmy Eat World
Us-Regina Spector
My Baby Takes the Morning Train-Sheena Easton
Don't Lose Touch-Against Me!
Lost in the Wilderness-Children of Eden


The final countdown...

...Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Stimulants

So. Basically, there are 25 hours standing between me and my last final, the conclusion of this semester. This is the final push. I am going to blog once an hour, every hour, between now and then. Really, this is for my own amusement and nothing else. However, I'll keep each update in this entry, for convienience. (I have no idea how to spell that word.) I had a plan to start the day, but it's already gone off track, because I spent extra time in the cafe this morning drinking coffee and reading psych. But that will take time off the reading I planned to do later, so it all works out. Also, as an added bonus, at the bottom of the entry, I'll keep a running tab of how many cups of coffee/cans of energy drink I've consumed for the day and the soundtrack for utter madness. (Mom, you might want to stop reading here.)

11:07 a.m.- So, I just got out of the shower, my first in...let's not talk about it. Next on my agenda is selling my books back at SBS and going to 7-11 (for red bull and stuff to make cookies), but going out into the sub zero temperatures with wet hair is asking for it. So, I'll clean up until I dry. I'm currently brewing more coffee, but I have this to say: MSU's "Super Strength Double Brew" (which reminds me of super-secret double probation) is literally, a combination of motor oil and crack. It's thick, strong, dark and chock full o' caffeine.

12:10 p.m.- Esspresso Royale coffee>my coffee > The cafe's coffee. I have so much laundry. And so much trash. And I've never appreciated living so close to Grand River before. Off to SBS and 7-11! (I'm going to make cookies as a Merry Christmas/Happy End of the Semester/ CHILL OUT Here's a Cookie! present for my friends. Provided I get enough $$ from selling back my books to cover supplies and a 4 pack of sugar free Red Bull) Finally-My "Ambistudy" playlist owns you.

1:16 p.m.- Good news: I got $71.25 in exchange for my books. Add to that the one psych book I'll be able to sell tomorrow, and I'll have enough to by Christmas presents. Bad news: I can't sell back my most expensive book ( The Essential Cosmic Perspective ) because I have an instructor's edition. Maybe I will sell it to Nicole, I think she's taking that class next year. Further bad news: My quest for ready made cookie dough was foiled. Oh well. If you've been keeping track:I've had five cups of coffee so far. Wired. Next stop: Library AV library to listen to recordings of Bertie Karon's THRILLING lectures.

3:03 p.m. - Just got to the library and just made it under my 1 hour deadline. Wasted some time talking to Josh (Whom I love and adore and miss. And I only say that because I know you're reading sweetheart.) OMG listening to lectures soon. Kill me. No longer so wired, but I just cracked open a can of Red Bull.

4:05 p.m. - Well, all the listening booths were full, so I've spent the past hour reading and taking notes on Models of Madness As Nicole would say, get excited. I'm going to break for coffee, then go check back at the AV library. I'm probably going to be here for a long, long time.

5:21 p.m. Listening booths? Still full. However, I've gotten through almost all of the reading for this exam. Problem is, the AV library closes at 11:30, I could do this reading stuff all night. If I still need to listen tomorrow, I can always come back early and do it before the exam. (This would mean I get to sleep tonight, hurrah!) The snow outside the west entrance here is so full of cigarette butts and empty packs, it's ridiculous. Ordinarily, I'd bitch about people being too lazy to use the ash trays, but they are all full. For those of you keeping track at home, I'm up to 9 cups of coffee and 1 Red Bull. EDIT: BAH. I'm pretty sure I got a 3.0 in my ISP class. My prof still has to adjust our clicker points for the days we were allowed to miss. If I had gotten 2 more questions right on the final, I would have had a 3.5. I'm literally like 1.5% off from a 3.5. Maybe I figured my grade out wrong. We'll see.

6:26 p.m. Ladies and Gentlemen, we have listening booth. If I can't get everything that I need in the next 5 hours, fuck it. That's all. Dammit, I WILL 4.0 this exam and this class.

7:16 p.m. I have no idea how to work a tape player. Also, these tapes are totally fucked up and really not all that useful. Well, the first one was, the last couple have been duds. And this is why I missed so many lectures in this class-It's hit or miss on whether or not there's going to be any useful information. My caffeine buzz is totally gone, but I only brought 1 Red Bull and I'm not buying another coffee. Essentially, the next time I update I might be home. I might be here. WHO KNOWS.

8:16 p.m. And, I'm back. Five and a half hours at the library is pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. It's absolutely freezing and it also started snowing during my seclusion on the fourth floor. The best part about walking home? See the parking space stalkers at Kresge get all excited because they thought I was going to my car when I cut across the parking lot. Not so! (For those of you who don't go to MSU-Kresge is the museum right across the street from the library. The library proper has no real parking, so people camp out in the close parking lots waiting for people to leave.) I sent an e-mail to Hot Russian TA Anatol Tolchinsky, so he can answer my remaining psych questions. One of the reasons I'm studying so intensely for this exam is that there was no review session this time. The past two exams, Anatol (who loves me) has held a review and answered all the things I wasn't in class for/didn't read. Can number 2 of Red Bull, and time to engage in a little relaxation-either with Jenny and Steve, or alone.

9:44 p.m. - Hangin' out with Steve, Jenny, Spence and Ross. Very caffinated. and COLD. I keep my room at freezing temperatures because I am always hot, but right now I am freezing and I can't turn my heater up too much, because it makes SCARY noises and freaks me out.

10:25 p.m.- I'm ordering Big Ten Burrito. My dad is getting a biopsy of his lymph nodes tomorrow. Yikes.

11:48 p.m.- I love it when Josh Droog gets drunk and makes facebook groups. The heat in my room is turned the whole way up, and it's still freezing. Dear Hot Russian TA, please answer my questions, or our love affair is off. Love, Sarah. Also-Big Ten Burrito was the best idea I ever had.

Coffee consumed: 1 cup Irish Creme (had to start out slow)
1 cup aforementioned motor oil/crack combo
24 oz. cup homemade Folger's
2 Sugar-free Red Bulls
32 oz. Sparty's coffee.

Soundtrack of madness: Teardrop-Massive Attack
Hi-Speed Soul-Nada Surf
Benoit Dutras- Cirque Du Soleil:Qudiam (written by Brian Eno and David Byrne)
It Hasn't Happened Yet-William Shatner
Quidam-Cirque Du Soleil:Quidam
I Know You Are, But What Am I?-Mogwai
Protection-Massive Attack
Steel Dreams- Cirque Du Soleil: Quidam
Schizophrenia-Dr. Bertram Karon
Bacardi-Nada Surf


Son of a...

Home sweet home

Good cop, bad cop, it's messed up when stuff like this happens right where you live...

for something like the third or fourth time this year. Oh Pennsylvania. Full of headline news.


Back in the boat

Andy Katz loves the Spartans

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro

That is all.


Some genius brought these things to our campus.

We got muthafuckin' SQUIRRELS

A pine cone shortage may have led the squirrels to seek other food sources, although scientists are sceptical.

"They literally gutted the dog," local journalist Anastasia Trubitsina told Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper.

...There really are no words. Except...KILLER SQUIRRELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Santa baby...

A few things I would like for Christmas

My So-Called Life on DVD
a Barnes and Noble gift card.

That's all, really.


Oi, Oi, Oi!

Lynard Skynard, Blondie and The Sex Pistols will all be inducted into the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame this year.

Wonder if they'll induct Glen Matlock-I can't see why not. He's the one who actually played on Nevermind the Bollocks The fact that the article refers to Blondie as a "1980s New Wave band" ticks me off. Yeah, they're New Wave pioneers, but they were instrumental in the '70s scene, just as much as The Talking Heads, etc.

Oi-none of you have any clue what I'm talking about. Right-/end my 70s underground scene nerdiness.


When the colors go out of my eyes, it's usually the change

I had the best break. It involved Rent , lots of Josh Mintus, Ryan Ambrose and Samantha Pike and food, family, insanity, driving back roads, freezing my ass off...in short, everything I love about being home.

...There really are no words.

Damn, Sam I love a woman that rains


Peace. love. Genocide.

While I love Thanksgiving as an excuse to not go to school, to come home, to see my family and friends, let's not forget what this day is really about.

Removal of native cultures.
Manifest destiny
and rampant consumerism.

God bless America.


Bands that need to die

That's right-the band who brought you "cut my wrists and black my eyes, so I can fall asleep tonight" — Hawthorne Heights — is again busting out the lyrics found on myspace profiles everywhere.

"I'm outside of your window with my radio, so I can see you breathing."

The song is called "Niki FM"

GOD. What a horrible title for a song. What horrible lyrics. What a horrible band. In all their vaguely indie, moon-faced, shaggy haired glory. Hawthorne Heights-furthering the revolution of indie into the new preppy one terrible, terrible cliche song at a time.


Dear sweet mericiful Jesus

People from Pennsylvania done lost their damn minds

I am from probably the second craziest state in the union, after Flordia. First the woman who tried to cut another woman's unborn baby from her uterus and now this.

At least this nonsense took place out in Amish country. No one really takes responsibility for those fools.

oh, and...MYSPACES!

Kara Beth-jailbait chick

David-her crazy boyfriend

I am such a good internet sleuth.


Don't call it a comeback

So Fucking Metal

Sorry guys, witty commentary has fallen to the bottom of a list of responsibilites that includes applying for internships, studying, writing papers, hanging out, partying, fixing friendships, flirting, being unrequited and sleeping.

More blogging when I regain my perspective and don't feel so jaded about the general state of the world.

a.k.a. Probably not until I'm home for Christmas, because right now I'm just focused on getting to the end of the semester.


I want to go to Bonnaroo this summer.

Really, really badly.

Who's in?


See ya, Scooter

Duke sucks

This is bullshit.

I mean, ok, whether or not it's merited, a deaf, blind, autistic chimp could come up with Duke and Connecticut as 1-2 for a pre-season basketball poll. But Texas and VILLINOVA before Michigan State?

Of those three teams...Who was in the Final Four last year? Who's got a beast of a returning center, two acrobats with crazy shots and a little point guard whose ball-handling is out of this world?

And most importantly, who whooped Duke in the third round of the tourney last year?

Obviously, the answer to all of these questions is Michigan State, a team which received no first place votes.

Whatever, J.J. Reddick has backne and State is going to win it all this year.

Just saying. SOMETHING good has to happen for me sports related this year.


39 fucking percent


Granted, this is only a poll. But seriously? WHERE WAS THIS A YEAR AGO?

God, I hate the American public.


I want to shake this kid's hand

A-Huff, my hero

From The Huffington Post

To borrow a phrase from that era, let me make myself perfectly clear: I'm not saying that Plamegate is the same as Watergate. I'm saying it's worse. Much, much worse. No one died as a result of Watergate, but 2,000 American soldiers have now been killed and thousands more wounded to rid the world of an imminent threat that wasn't.

Could there be anything bigger?

After getting a fumbling cipher like George W. Bush elected president, the powers-behind-the-throne must have believed they were untouchable and could get away with anything -- including lying about WMD, outing a CIA agent, and, perhaps, lying to a special prosecutor.

Oh Arianna, I would marry you if we didn't live in such a bigoted, fearful country.

We are not amused

This just in: White House has no sense of humor

Are you serious?

Please, please, please, let me get what I want

Dear Santa Clause,

While I know I haven't been the best behaved girl this year, there are a lot of people who've been worse than me. As a matter of fact, all I want for Christmas this year are for the CIA leak indictments to be a trainwreck of political responsibility and finger-pointing. And for people to sit up, out of their Cheetos and E! True Hollywood Story induced comas, and get a fucking clue, that our government is run by OVERT liars, cheats and the sleaziest kind of robo-politicians known to man kind. Guess what? You people elected them. I blame every single uninformed idiot who cast a ballot last year, everyone who couldn't be bothered to get off their asses to vote, and any idiot who voted for Ralph Nader. But I digress.

Santa, all I'm asking for is some political accountability and news judgement. Thanks.


Also, IF you watch Laguna Beach (It's a guilty pleasure, I know) here is an except from what the extremely eloquent Talan Torriero about what he's doing with his life now.

Talan is also working on his first album. "Music has always been in my life," the southern California surfer explains. Now he's landed in the studio with Dallas Austin and Damon Thomas, superfamous producers known for thier work with Michael Jackson and Justin Timberlake. "I'm planning on going the route of Jimmy Eat World's first record or Green Day's latest," he says. "I want to do songs about politics, love and war."

It is obvious. OBVIOUS that Talan thinks that Jimmy Eat World's first album was Bleed American , released in 2001. Which, um, isn't really political. Nor was Jimmy Eat World released in 1994, Static Prevails, 1996, or Clarity , 1999.

As a matter of fact, I can't think of any Jimmy records that I, personally, would define as political.

Shut up Talan.


So little to do, so much time. Wait. Strike that, reverse it.

This just in.

Rosa Parks died Monday night. She was 92. This is surreal.


Apparently, if you are between the ages of 16 and 25, there is an Department of Defense database that has your Soc, your e-mail address, your grades and your DMV info. You can't opt out of it and the goverment can use said information however it wants.(i.e. it can be shared with Congress, the FBI or even other countries.)

I wish I had time to research this, but it's Hell week. Let me know if you find anything out. If this is old news, stfu, I haven't heard anything about it.


My open arms, my lucky charm

A memo to the Cincinatti Bengals: The Pittsburgh Steelers own the AFC North. You are merely renting your time here. And don't you ever get all uppity and forget it again, bitches.

Cowher's approval rating is 96%, according to ESPN.com. Man should run for mayor.

In other news, I am pissed, pissed, pissed about not getting to see The Frames this weekend. This will have to do. Oh Glen.

ALSO-in case I haven't pimped them enough on here (well in past entries, that have now been deleated) LISTEN TO THE FRAMES. They are so good. I want to make love to their music.


The only thing I knew how to do was keep on keepin' on

So after a few weeks away and several nervous breakdowns later, I decided I miss this thing.
If you are so inclined, you will be treated to my daily ramblings again. Unless you are a certain elf-looking bitch, in which case I am about four seconds away from hitch-hiking to Rochester and breaking your knees.

So, let's start out easy. Albums consuming my life right now
Set List -The Frames
Tiny Cities -Sun Kil Moon
The Moon & Antarctica-Modest Mouse
Extraordinary Machine -Fiona Apple
Mic City Sons-Heatmiser
XO-Elliot Smith

Let's see how long it takes for people to realize I'm writing again, if they notice at all.


I quit, you win.

Happy now?

Now go find someone else's life to ruin.