jfc, somehow thanks to running and tennis and lots of walking in incredibly unsupportive sandals i have rubbed all the skin off my toes and part of my arch. it's sort of like what happens if you walk on the bottom of the pool for too long, and it hurts like a mofo. i can't for the life of me figure out how it happened since it's not like i don't normally work out.

why, life, why?

lol, I saw HP6 and I LIKED IT. This is a revelation because I pretty much dislike or am apathetic about most of the HP movies. It made me miss the good ole days of HP fandom, though. *sniff*

I had this really cracked out dream that had something to do with tennis, HP, and Forever21. I don't even know but I am so fecking tired because my internal clock woke me up after 4.5 hours of sleep.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/video/2009/07/14/VI2009071404018.html also, since apparently making kinda crappy videos is what my dad does in his spare time, y'all better vote for Ginny2 (the brown one) because she's mah bebeh.

I hate work. Being the lowest on a totem pole of fail* is making me miserable. jfc, one month plus a few days until I move back in.

*OK, I'm exaggerating, but srslyyy.

HP tomorrow night with some people. Hopefully it'll be alright; I wish I was going with the usual hoes. Now I have to be ~social~.

i think i kind of hate and despise interning, especially on campaigns. it's sort of like:

real world
you work ___ hours for ___ money with some overtime thrown in here and there.

intern world
you work ___ hours for no money.

campaign intern world
you work ??? hours for no money. because everyone else works ??? hours for ___ money and other benefits, they forget that you are an actual, functioning human being with a social life who does not have a monetary incentive to lose all touch with the outside world and function solely on coffee.

(also, they expect you to eat out all the time WHEN YOU ARE NOT PAID. WTF, this drives me crazy.)

went to michigan, it rained and was fifty degrees and windy and gross, and i sort of managed to watch wimbledon, and roger won and i was so damn happy, but sad too, and i'm back home and it's warm (thank god) and i need to start my next internship because summer is almost over, and monique and i played "tennis" today and it was a lol like usual except i had this one amazing serve, sniff, but the bat kept trying to attack us and we need to name it (perhaps edeltraud or ingeborg, or spyridon even; it is a tennis bat certainly but it deserves its own unique name) and i got new running shoes today which i'm excited to try out in the morning, anything else? i guess not.

whoosh.

So, way back in the day I probably didn't give a crap about Iran until I realized of all the countries in the Middle East, it is the most completely fascinating to me, probably somewhat because of the current age demographic in contrast with the government and the "Axis of Evil" thing, because really? Aren't we above that? (I think this started sometime before M and I got kicked out of the library computer system by the spying software for looking up jokes about Mahmoud Ahmadinejad and Kim Jong Il in our junior year, however.) What's going on over there right now is unacceptable but completely expected, and I don't even know what's going to come out of it, but it's important that people KNOW.

Maggie finished The Road and needs something happier to read...

...so reading Night was PROBABLY NOT THE FOLLOW-UP I WAS LOOKING FOR.

Fail, self.

Next up: The Things They Carried and All Quiet on the Western Front. Maybe I'll intersperse some YA books and When You Were Engulfed In Flames in-between, lest I lose all hope.

I really need to think of things to do with friends that doesn't include the spending on my precious cash moniez. L and I have decided we yearn to explore Europe sans plans next summer, so I must begin saving. Of course, the 'rents will probably not be pleased with this idea, since they're hesitant to let me go to D.C. at night on my own, I figure they have to let me ~fly away from the nest~ sometime.

Illegit act of the day: changing my birthday so I can sign up for tennis lessons. Because 18 years 11 mos. versus 18 years 10 mos. is so much of a difference in my maturity and skill level.

I'm in the process of getting another internship, but it would be really helpful if they could email me a yes or no in a punctual manner. I leave for MI in a week and a half.

Things that need to be remedied:
-I have LoveGame and Love Story on loop, why?
-I have not yet seen Up.
-The county recreational department keeps trying to put me in the 12-18 tennis lessons group aimed for highschoolers instead of the 19+ adult group. I am a sophomore in college, okay?


LOL, I saw a license plate that said TARDIS today while going back from the library; isn't that something to have to do with Dr. Who?

Time for a pedicure, methinks.

The last weeks have been a roller-coaster ride; I have to say, if I never make another phone call I will be the happiest woman ever. I've met some cool people and now I am already signed up to vol for the Dem. candidate for governor. I can only hope that when he wins and assumes office, he will move slightly to the left on some issues.

I have to say, I think I would be a good campaign strategist. Some people just DGI.

lawlsnack, I AM DYING AT INTERNSHIP.

I had to miss seeing Roger win the French Open and complete his career Grand Slam to be here and make damn phonecalls. ROGER. ILU LONG TIME.

Every summer for the last few years I all of a sudden get really obsessed with tennis. I do not know why. This year's fascination is perpetuated by the fact that A) We have ESPN and its spinoffs and The Tennis Channel and B) Roger Federer only gets better with age. I'm sad Nadal lost, though.



The outfit. I am a fan.

All of a sudden, I am all why am I not at Cornell studying atmospheric science? What is going on with me? Today has been kind of an irritating day, so hopefully all this questioning-my-decisions-that-will-decide-my-future will go away by morning!

Also, the Spelling Bee is pure love!

Summer is so damn... busy. I'm currently just interning for one of the candidates for the Democratic nomination for governor here. It's fun but also kind of hellish (almost 300 phone calls a day) and I secretly hate having myself being labelled as a supporter of any one candidate. It bothers my independent streak, especially because many people really despise this candidate, though he's also popular among casual voters.

Also, Roger Federer is making me nervous in the French Open. He is just standing there. Come on, man.

It's interesting how your preconceptions of how a movie should be totally alter your perception of it. I saw Angels & Demons and Star Trek this weekend. If you wanted me to rate them on how good they are as films, I'd probably give A&D a 2 or 2.5/5 and Star Trek a 3.5/5, maybe a 4/5. If you went on how much I enjoyed them, I'd go for 3-3.5/5 for both. Why? Probably because I expected A&D to be National Treasure sans the humor (and Riley) and was pleasantly surprised by Hans Zimmer's score, as well as my love for epic chases. For some reason I thought Star Trek would be more in the vein of The Dark Knight, meaning it would be both a good film and an entertaining one that would still transcend the preconceived limitations of its genre. So it's not to say I didn't like Star Trek, but I was expecting a little more out of it. I didn't expect that of A&D, and it did exactly what it was supposed to do.

Also, A&D had epic staring man, whose photo must be located.

My week is starting to look up, meaning I AM (HOPEFULLY) GOING TO SEE BILL CLINTON IRL TMRW. He is campaigning with Terry McAuliffe, who is running for the Democratic nom for governor of VA. McAuliffe was at W&M a few weeks ago, but I was at home for a family event.

Friday is Angels&Demons for MP's birthday, and supposedly the fam is going to see Star Trek in IMAX on Saturday. I do not know if I will be able to contain the lulz. I caught my dad watching old episodes of Star Trek a few weeks ago, and my brother admitted to similar behavior. My mom said she liked watching it sometime more recently with something to do with a guy named Picard. All I know about Star Trek comes from my 12th grade science teacher's poster:


Seek out new life and civilizations. Non-interference is the Prime Directive. Keep your phaser set on stun. Humans are highly illogical. There's no such thing as a Vulcan death grip. Live long and prosper.
Having is not so pleasing as wanting; it is not logical but it is often true. Infinite diversity in infinite combinations (IDIC). Tribbles hate Klingons (and Klingons hate Tribbles). Enemies are often invisible -- like Romulans, they can be cloaked. Don't put all your ranking officers in one shuttlecraft. When your logic fails, trust a hunch. Insufficient data does not compute. If it can't be fixed, just ask Scotty. Even in our own world, sometimes we are aliens.When going out into the Universe, remember, "Boldly go where no one has gone before!"

I'm sure that means something to those of you who actually know anything about Star Trek. I just sat next to it all year and stared at it when I was bored.

Also, Sunday is the Washington Post Hunt!

All this Star Trek talk makes me want to watch Ice Age if only for the scene in which the baby does that...finger thing. And also because I just love Ice Age. And no one here knows what I'm talking about.

I just submitted my online iPol exam. I am DONE WITH FRESHMAN YEAR. Where the hell did the time go?

I need to go unpack my life. I miss my hoes so badly, but summer awaits. 8D

This paper on gender and newspaper coverage of elections might be the most painful paper I have ever had to write. Ever. Not because of the subject matter, which is actually quite interesting, but because I had to do my own content analysis and I don't know anything about statistics and I am SO GODDAMN SICK OF WRITING.

I have not worked out in days and I have been eating like a pig (swine!). I feel gross. I have this paper and a gendered violence final 9AM tomorrow and then I am going for a good long run.

I regret that frozen yogurt.

Today is the last day of classes, known informally as BLOWOUT. This means everyone gets really drunk and goes to class. I (soberly) went to one pointless class, crashed Hannah's art history for the lulz, and went to the 1 o clock econ class instead of my 12, which was insane and uncomfortable because it was basically a riot waiting to happen and my prof is a recovering alcoholic so people telling him to chug beers is not cool. I felt bad for leaving early but he told us thanks for coming; he's my second fave prof so it made me angry that people were being hoes.

Other insanity: someone bringing a baby chicken to class (not cool either), the wandering Burger King man, sober girl and her desk go flying in the middle of AH, random acts of drunkenness

IDK WHAT'S GOING ON GUYS