getting my moneys worth

" Im a vegetarian so instead of turkey on thanksgiving..I had lamb" - my computer science professor ..being serious

poop

enough said

ojala que llueva cafe

inspirational quote 277: " STOP continental drift!"
"
1. everyone at BU looks like an equestrian with their suede and/or leather boots ...perhaps i should bring up the real deals and strut their stuff...however the cakes of mud and horse manure may not pass the visual inspection of the elite fashionistas.
2. i was affectionaly tapped in the leg by a duck while reading by the pond in Boston Common....an elightening experience really ...however it lured me to my 1483905th severe procrastination moment of the year in which i tested my thoughts that i may have the ability to communicate with ducks.....( according to mitch..they eat free at subway...inside joke with self...how pathetic)
3. i have come to the conclusion that i am far to indecsive for college...i think..maybe...yea...well no...actually yea
4. im considering consuling for my uncontrable doodling habits and using my left hand as my everyday agenda/doodling canvas....im a prime target for ink poisoning
5. pleasantly pleased with Boston

come disconnect the dots for me poppet...come disconnect the dots

tips:
1) kendall mit T stop..NOT close to the hyatt
2) dont jay- walk ..understood?
3) best stuffy nose remedy...indian food
4) turkish people ...always useful for directions
5) cappuccino, expresso, chai, caffiene.... vital for boston survival

thats hot

" the poor generation of girls below us..i mean its degrading enough that our generation had to look up to britney spears..but the girls below us who have to look up to paris hilton..whose famous for absolutely nothing..thats embarrising..and nicole richie..whose famous for just being FRIENDS with paris hilton is even more embarrising...ok yeah the simple life..theyre on the same level as the lady who won the swan..and by they way do you know the difference between grilling and bbqing"- my roommate

maiflower

The Maiflower was an English automobile manufactured from 1919 until 1921 in Gloucester. Named for its builders, army captains M. Price and A. I. Flower, the car was based on the Model T Ford, although a newly fabricated rear end and alterations to the front transverse suspension provided variations on the standard Ford chassis. Two and four seat tourer and coupé bodies were offered.

hmm..interesting

oh mother of christ

" oh mother of christ" - a little sex (bad 80's movie ...and no its not a porno)

...alright!..mai has severe pre-college(bu) anxiety..i was so optimistic up until now..and 3 days before the move-in.. slight freak out..well yeah.. i mean i am superstious to begin with..now its just gone obsessive compuslive..

- if i make the traffic light..it will be a good year
- if the next song i hear i like..it will be a good year ..oh no shakira again
- if i dont have to wait in line..it will be a good year
- if i dont overcook my grilled cheese..it will be a good year ...crap (burnt)
- if i have exact change..it will be a good year
- if i have trouble pumping gas..it will be a bad year
- if i have one more piece of gum left..it will be a good year
....and so on

its ridiculous....i need to relax..not possible.. i did this last year..but wait im transfering..shit ..ugh wil i make friends?..can i handle classes?..can i handle the city? will i keep busy? can i find a major? will i find a job? ..riding team or no riding team..( didnt really like riding team last year..but i love riding and usually competeing ..hmm conflicting)...

oh wait everyone can read this..whatever

sprinkles

JC dairy is holding the knife over my fine thread of sanity..soo i will make this the final year of my five year reign... i am retiring!

hmmm

keeping it together

overheard convo.
john doe: "hey man what have you been up to?"
joe schmo: "about 350."

"Remember those monk chant cds they would try to sell you on television? Talk about keeping the band together."

So the other day I noticed a sunflower in a crappy corner with a telephone pole surrounded by trash (beer cans, wrappers....a tv) and naturally I assumed it had no home or owner and decided to well...take it with me! I went back, grabbed the shovel, ran back again, dug it out, and walked successfully home with a shovel in one hand and a living sunflower in the other. That day I adopted my first sunflower ..and looked slightly ridiculous doing it..but now it has a suitable home and I have a pretty flower. ( I just hope it wasnt some memorial plant or something)

"is he picking your scabs like hes picking my scabs" - younger pete of pete & pete

happy happy joy joy

quotes of the week

first place: " I used to drink beer...now I just get ice cream " - Jc's customer after his second visit of the day

runner up: " A picture is worth a thousand words is not an old proverb"- 1921 ad copy by Fred R Barnard

jogger up: " Sounds crunchy..its fun isnt it" - taco bell commercial


ok now thats out of the way ..heres some enlightening information!

Powdered Toast Man ( Ren and Stimpy SuperHero) - "Quick man, cling tenaciously to my buttocks".

taken from wikipedia ...if you feel like reading

Powers and abilities
Powdered Toast Man is endowed with various abilities, and, like many superheroes, has a mysterious background and an alter ego. Powdered Toast Man can fly, either by releasing flatulence, by inserting his head into a special toaster and launching from it, or merely by pushing off from the ground. Importantly, he flies backwards. He can also hover in mid-air. His powers include some offensive weapons: high-velocity raisins shot from his mouth, hyper-corrosive croutons fired from his armpit, butter pats that are launched from the top of his head, and hyper-acidic marmalade from his navel. There are several signals that alert Powdered Toast Man to danger - his tongue phone, the inflation of his briefs, the dissipation of the toast particles in his head, or the reading of emergency messages encoded in slices of olive loaf.
He is apparently made entirely of Powdered Toast, as he can produce fully formed Powdered Toast by flicking his wrist or by separating his head (which is made of two pieces of toast) and scraping the interior with a butter knife. His head is therefore depicted as being made of two identical pieces of toast, each complete with a face.
By day, Powdered Toast Man is Pastor Toast Man, a "cool youth deacon". His disguise is composed of a pair of thick black spectacles and a pastor's collar, a possible parody of Superman's thinly-disguised alter ego, Clark Kent. Pastor Toast Man's office also serves as his headquarters, and he is served by a female assistant simply named "Lovely Assistant".

Accomplishments
He saved a kitten from being run over, at the cost of an airliner (which he shot down), and a truck (which was flattened by the airliner). It appears no one was killed in the crash, as the occupants of the plane seem cheerful and happy to see Powdered Toast Man despite their wounds. Responding to another mission, he threw the kitten off-screen, where it was presumably run over by another vehicle. He saved the pope (voiced by Frank Zappa) from the clutches of Muddy Mudskipper. Why or how Muddy kidnapped the pope is unclear, but it is clear that after Powdered Toast Man freed the pope from the barrel of TNT he was strapped to, he placed Muddy there in his stead and tied him up. Muddy was killed in the ensuing explosion.
When the President of the United States gets caught in his fly, Powdered Toast Man frees him. Though grateful, the President is incapacitated, and Powdered Toast Man steps in as Commander-in-Chief. While in office (having somehow avoided the entire line-in-wait to fill in for the Chief Executive), he heats the Oval Office with some dusty old papers, which include the Bill of Rights and the Constitution. Powdered Toast Man responded on numerous occasions to the plight of Ren and Stimpy when the dog and cat duo had run out of Powdered Toast, producing more for them with a flick of his wrist or a scrape of his head. It is implied that this is the usual method that Ren and Stimpy get Powdered Toast when they run out, because it doesn't "taste right" unless Powdered Toast Man exits with his traditional passing of gas. He is also a very popular figure with children. Responding to a request from sickly "Little Johnny" about being able to meet the President, he actually manages to bring the President to him. Unfortunately in trying to get to Little Johnny on time before his nap, the President was vaporized by the massive speed of Powdered Toast Man. He also managed to save the child out of the hands of his apparent archnemesis "Waffle Woman", at the cost of destroying most of the Earth.

His most famous quotation
Powdered Toast Man to the Pope while rescuing him: "Quick man, cling tenaciously to my buttocks".

super unleaded

what i actually listened to this summer...for the most part


my own face inside the trees -the clientele
elm grove tree- the clientele
emily kane- art brut
catch my disease- ben lee
tumble and fall- feeder
world spins madly on - the weepies
happiness- the weepies
gotta have you- the weepies
such great heights- the postal service
recycled air- the postal service
the high party- ted leo
the great communicator- ted leo
always on my mind- phantom planet
in our darkest hour- phantom planet
discretion-pedro the lion
the longest winter- pedro the lion
jenny wren- paul mccartney
friends to go- paul mccartney
for no one- the beatles
i should have known better- the beatles
tomorrow never knows- the beatles
across the universe- the beatles
jo jo's jacket- stephen malkmus
grass- animal collective
my summer girl- beck
love love love- tristan pettyman
cemetary gates- the smiths
work it out- jurrasic 5
farmhouse-phish
sylvia- the envy corps
bhambatha- zola
matofoto- pitch black
a message- coldplay
mines not a high horse- the shins
pressed in a book- the shins
turn a square- the shins
suspended from class- camera obscura
cabron- red hot chili peppers
kate- sambassadeur
whatever season- sambassadeur
the shins- flake music
the loneliness of a middle distance runner- belle and sebastian


nothing remotely interesting has happened to me or anyone i know.....which is..well ..no fun

broil

...its really hot outside..and i dont mean just hot, i mean fucking satan himself would borrow a fan hot, i mean so hot that things burst into dust particles hot...so hot that uhh errr earth has become the third star from the sun hot ...so hot uhhh.. ok thats enough

it also seems that any situation where heat can reck havoc among my overall wellbeing...it has

we are all broiling and it needs to stop

quote of the week:
" biblical fiction is becoming really popular these days..you know the da vinci code..and the bible" ~ BU comedian

runner up:
"amanda bynes generally makes me want to kill myself" ~CS


classic: (aim convo)
icymoondrops: (wrote something about ..i dont remember..college?)
maiflowerr: for some reason i really want a corn muffin
icymoondrops: mai
icymoondrops: did you even read what i just wrote?



kiss 108...bostons number one radio station for preteen brainwashing!

THINK

think (thngk)
v. thought (thôt), think·ing, thinks

To exercise the power of reason, as by conceiving ideas, drawing inferences, and using judgment.
To weigh or consider an idea.
To bring a thought to mind by imagination or invention.
To recall a thought or an image to mind.

dynamite...PENALTY ..illegal move

there is in fact a RPS (rock paper scissors) World Society http://www.rpschamps.com/ . They have televised competitons with nicknames and referees. These arent the people you would want to fight shotgun for or the last M&M with.

funny scituation

" Im just keeping you honest, panzon."

Yes I spelled situation funny for you punk skeptics out there..I may act "special" sometimes but I am in fact 100% mentally unchallenged.. (tuna or chicken?just kidding..honors baby- college prep my ass). Anyway back to the story, as most of you know I moved to Scituate(reason for the title)its a good town and basically I just have to watch out for drunks that hang out by the harbor when I drive home late at night.

Well the other day I go for a run (or attempt to run) and as I am "running"(hard to imagine I know) I notice some money in the middle of a driveway. ( Ok I know what your thinking. How the hell did she see the money in someones driveway..well peoples driveways are short in Scituate and they are very open.. and no I donot run up and down peoples driveways for excercise.)So I pick up the money and realize its a crapload of cash..now heres were morality steps in.. I knock on the door to ask if anyone had lost a large sum of money ( 140 to be exact!) ..but no one answers the door, I walk around the house, I yell, (I admire their shiplike jungle gym), no answer. My first instinct is to leave it in the mailbox..but then I think ' it's not safe in there..and what if its not theirs, then I just gave away 140..I'll take it home and go back tomorrow morning' so I jog away...with $140 in my hand.

Tomorrow morning rolls around and I drive over to knock on the door again... finally someone answers. And who answers the door but this very large perky blonde.. yuppie woman. I tell her I found a large amount of money on her driveway and was wondering if anyone had lost any (I DIDNOT tell much I found, I knew better). So we go in her house and she asks all her family members if they lost any money... no one fesses up... basically she tells me to keep it and is grateful that I was honest but she'll call if someone claims they lost some money.

Naturally I am super excited and go on my merry way dwelling on my free fortune. It then dawns on me that it is the same woman I ended up having a conversation about neuroscience vets with a week or two before..another long story...basically I ran into her while attempting to run and I had stopped because her dogs were being attacked by another dog..somehow neuroscience for dogs as an occupation came up..dont know how but it was the same woman. (how do I end up in these situations, small world huh).

Well the situation ends bittersweet. When I return home I recieve a phone call from neuroscience dog money woman and she tells me she realized she had actually lost about 140 dollars that she was supposed to give to her husband. Now normally I would assume she would have just said that because she wanted the money but I did not tell her how much I found.. and well 140 dollars is a bit random so I believed her and drove back . When I get there she agreed to split it with me which was fine. So in the end, though I didnt get 140 dollars, I did end up with 70 dollars..for jogging or sort of jogging..I got guilt free money and that is good enough for me...actually fantastic.

Now the whole story seems like a movie plot or some wild excuse for drug money ...and if I was in Harry Potter maybe my deed would have gotten me into Gryffindor House, but its real life strangely enough and its just making my life more interesting.

much love

The Rescuers Down Under

From National Geographic News..

Mouse Rides Frog in India Monsoon
July 5, 2006—It could be the most spirited interspecies escape since The Rescuers. But unlike the 1977 Disney movie, this situation is anything but fun.

Photographed Friday in the northern Indian city of Lucknow (India map), a mouse perches on a frog in waist-deep (for a frog, anyway) floodwaters—a small sign of the early arrival of annual summer monsoon rains.

So far, more than 30 people have died in India as a result of this year's monsoon-driven landslides and floods. Last year's deluge killed some 1,000 people in the financial center of Mumbai (Bombay) alone. Today polluted, knee-deep waters are raising fears of a repeat disaster among the city's roughly 17 million inhabitants.

In drought-stricken areas, too, frogs were playing the role of rescuer.

According to the Indo-Asian News Service, some rural Indians are holding frog weddings in the hopes that the amphibians' bliss will inspire farm-saving storms. After marking the bride and groom with vermillion and turmeric—traditional adornments in human Hindu nuptials—villagers take the supposedly happy couple to a nearby pond to honeymoon.

"If we get the frogs wedded, the Varuna, the god of the oceans, will bless us with rains," Beni Prasad, a farmer in the village of Khapa, told the news service on Sunday.

—Ted Chamberlain



as a former student with a pre-vet concentration im a sucker for animals...its like Katrina only bite sized!

anywhere you go

Greatest 90's Rock/Pop songs...let the memories overflow

Anywhere you go – Gin Blossoms
All I want – Toad the Wet Sprocket
If you could only see – Tonic
Semi Charmed Kind of Life- Third Eye Blind
Pretty Baby- The Spin Doctors
The Freshman- The Verve Pipe
Two Princes - The Spin Doctors
Brick- Ben Folds Five
Bitter Sweet Symphony- The Verve
I’m a Bitch- Meredith Brooks
Spider Webs- No Doubt
Breakfast at Tiffany’s- Deep Blue Something
Basketcase – Green Day
Good Riddance- Green Day
Best I Ever Had- Verticle Horizon
Walk On the Ocean – Toad the Wet Sprocket
Hey Jealously – Gin Blossoms
I Saw the Sign- Ace of Base

holy sweet mother of jesus...

Do any of you remember the flight of the navigator???? That weird 80's movie where the pre-teen travels through time on a spaceship..anyway he finally goes back to his family and takes with him a little alien pet that looks just like..well this newly discovered lemur! GOOD HEAVENS THIS alien IS REAL!...its so adorable i cant bear to look at the thing. You just want to squeeze it and make annoying glass shattering high pitched dolphin squeeking noises....you know what Im talking about..YES YOU dont deny it.

get set everybody

Summers here and with the wrath of the global warming dieties upon us my brain is shriviling away and with it my 42,000 dollar college education. Now a good responsible student would keep those brain muscles toned and in shape with numerous amounts of reading, but that would be to practicle. Instead I have used my valuable spare time with watching useless tv(infomercials baby), ichat stalking, facebook updating, finding music, driving aimlessly, going to every beach on the southshore, obtaining an unusually dark tan and last but not least..blog writting.. occasionally I throw some responsibility into the mix in which i scoop ice cream for cash and ride horses for lazy owners.

1. Ice cream- after 5 years I feel I have learned most of the tricks of the trade in recieving some extra mula(tips)..basically I subtly sell myself while serving ice cream but here are some "tips" (harharhar) for you waitressing aficionados
one: always look painfully happy to the point where your face hurts
two: appear confident but relax as if you are doing the ordering for them
three: dress casually but put together ( jewlery does not hurt)
four: pause when giving back change
five: wear a red sox hat ( MAJOR POINTS)

2. horses- I ride show horses for owners who dont have the time but have the money for the equestrian world

3. tv- ohh infomercials, the dailyshow/colbertreport lineup, animal planet with the pops, and the loads of guilty pleasures I refuse to mention

4. beach- I have successfully gone to the beach everyday for the past two weeks in which I not only work on my italianchinese mixed tan but my mad frisbee skills
(humarock and the spit are by far the two best beaches in the south shore)

5. computer- oh dear facebook, ichat, and this blog have disgraced my life..i have spent countless seconds, minutes, hours...wasting time updating, "browsing" and chatting via internet. Also my lovely mac is my portal for music, lyrics, and occasional random tv clip, quote, or poem

6. driving- this hippocritical "hippie" burns gallons of fossil fuel to visit her friends in borewell cough..spat..excuse me i mean norwelll ...multiple times in the day ..it doesnt help that it is a jeep wrangler..top down..irresistable entertainment


And while were on the topic lets get this out in the open and straightened out.
I AM NOT A HIPPIE..not even close..its like a full time job ..I will admit I dress bohemian but I am in fact not a hemp growing, pot smoking, dreadlock wearing, tie dye loving, socialist hippie. My perception of this so called "hippie" is that these extreme liberals are extremely knowlegable in the art of politics, local/organic farming, and conservation.

Top Reasons Mai is not a Hippie
1. I eat meat: if i was reallly a hippie id be against the "cruelty" of slaughtered animals and the affect meat has on the ecology of the world
2. I dont know shit about politics: I have no idea ..i understand the basis of liberalism...but I dont exactly know what certain polticians stand for..I do recognize Barack Obama's name..and that hes a cool guy...and that George W is borderline retarded but thats as far is it goes for politics
3. My clothes are products of corporate america: I donot weave my clothes from hemp I grew myself from seeds I found in the woods walking in the local area.
4. I dont take acid: Lucy in the sky with diamands is not my homegirl...I make my own tangerine trees and marmelade skies. i hear its quite the ride ..but its just not my style..anyways im psychotic as it is
5. I like to shower: I always flush the toilet and shower everyday..yes Im wasting valuable fresh water that could be used to help many 3rd world countries...but Im selfish
6. Im not obsessed with Bob Marley..one love baby and thats not for reggae

Top reasons people THINK Mai is Hippie
1. I went to UVM for a year
2. I have conservational tendencys ( I buy local organic food and feel guilty about certain things)
3. I have an unsual love for hummus and granola
4. I am disgusted and vehemently against nonorganic large abusive dairy farms that readily supply america with its vast amounts of dairy products
and the kicker!
5. I dress sort of bohemian..NOT hippie..bohemian..DONOT get the two confused ..I like big jewlery and gaucho pants....not homemade unwashed clothes that may or maynot be tiedyed.



well now that that is off my chest and I have sufficiantly wasted a good hour in writing this I am signing off for now...ciao

start wearing purple

Id like to introduce you to my HERO Eugene Hutz, the front man for Gogol Bordello. His most famous song "start wearing purple" is featured in one of my favorite movies " everything is illuminated" (he plays alex..the best character in the entire movie) ..i recommend you illegally download it NOW

pooh bear!

that would be a kitten..yes a feline friend, looking up at the BEAR in the TREE

greatest hits

songs you hate to admit you love

1. I just died in your arms tonight- White Snake
2. Blinded by the light- Manfred Mann
3. Ice ice baby- Vanilla Ice
4. Living on a prayer- Bon Jovi
5. I think were alone now- Tiffany
6. I touch myself - The Divinyls
7. Like a prayer- Madonna
8. Girls just want to have fun - Cyndi Lauper
9. Video killed the radio star- The Buggles
10. I can see clearly now the rain is gone - Otis Redding
11. Hit me baby one more time - Britney Spears
12. Like a virgin- Madonna


it started out as songs that were easily stuck in your head, and then it some how ended up more as 80's girl power with a dash of early 90's

nationals

welcome to nationals my friends
5th out of 18 schools(colleges) that qualified for nationals, 400 schools(colleges) total

the welded pentacle

A secret society more inexplicable than the illuminati now inhabit the South Shore. Their origin is a mystery but their symbol has been known for ages, the welded pentacle, or metallic star seen hung on many South Shore homes. These stars come in all shapes and sizes according to membership rank and can be seen by others miles away. Whatever this secret "society"'s plot/motive is, it is probably against dignity and common decency of the average New England family, especially in terms of tasteful decorating. The welded pentacle must be stopped.

Bertie Botts

" here eat this one"
"UGHHH its Rotten Egg"
"QUICK CHASE IT WITH A LEMON"

moment of zen

- there is something barbaric about chunky peanut butter and moldy cheese
must see summer movies
- THE LAKE HOUSE (" its kind of a long distance relationship"...)
- CARS ( inanimate objects can have a romantic relationships too!)
- WORLD TRADE CENTER ( a mustache like no other)

Chicago

THE PLACE LOOKS LIKE HOGWARTS complete with greathall, assigned dining hall tables, house names, gothic buildings, and students refer to each other by year number

new testament

Well heres my Golden Moment of the Week: The other day a man was handing out the new testament to people walking by infront of the bookstore. So I enter the bookstore without having to go through the awkward moment of saying "No thanks Im rejecting God" type deal with this guy and attempt the perform the same manuever on the way out. So as I was heading out I chose the door farthest away from this poor guy and open it as far as I can to avoid eye contact and walk swiftly in the opposite direction. Well I was so concerned with not making eye contact that I failed to notice that I had opened the door to far and it snapped back and hit me before I could walk away in time. I realized right there that God was punishing me and that man who was giving the testament probably felt a sense of justice as I was physically attacked by this door. Atleast I confirmed his belief in God by sacrificing my dignity.

piccioni

confession

someone told me i should create a blog a while ago and ive been thinking about it but it went against my internet morals
however facebook destroyed that so i figured this couldnt be much worse


and apparently I struggle without the aid of spell and grammar check( I need to proof read these things)
I am nothing without you microsoft word!
...ok im done

the shaking of heads

So after a few requests (not that my life is that interesting..slightly pathetic..but generally average) and for another source to channel my procrastinating energies towards, I have decided to create a blog.

So lets begin with my thrilling easter weekend that left the UVM campus a modern day ghost town

After realizing that a good portion of my brain was being taken up by knowing all the lyrics to Wannabe from the Spice Girls I decide to gather my horsy things and borrow my suitemates bike ( which is far to big for me) and ride down to see my new campadre "sparky" (adorable i know). So as I casually bike down East Ave. I think my cell phone is ringing because I decided it would be a intelligent idea to make the ringtone sound like birds. Well being the genius that I am I reach for my cell phone at the exact moment that I hit a bump in the sidewalk and do a swandive/belly flop into the pavement only to realize that I cant tell the difference between my cell phone ring and actual birds.

So after I pull myself to my feet ( which are much more reliable than my biking skills) I burst into a state of panic that I wrecked my suitemates bike and verbally terrify the attractive witness who stopped to help.

Finishing my 1,023,257th socially awkward moment of the year I come to find my suitemates bike is still in once piece and carefully(keyword) make my way to the barn hoping for an enjoyable ride to make up for this unecessary tragedy.

I eventually make it to the barn only to discover that the owner of Sparky decided to give him a bath the first day I come down to ride her horse. So after I explain why I look like I fell out of a car wreck and that I was fully aware that I was bleeding I come to the conclusion that almost all ( there are a few wonderful exceptions) horse professionals that are slightly crazy and I pray to god I wont fall into the world of the mentally deranged. Crazy lady basically asks me to train her 5 year old horse who shes barely broke and explains that her "angel" can be a "slight" handful
(not concerning)
So after nearly killing myself so I can have this lady watch me ride her horse because I thought it was the responsible thing to do she decides she doesnt want him ridden that day because she had given him a bath.

PERFECT

sidenote: I unfortnately miss riding the bike in the unexpected hail storm that to the horrors of college boys across the universe knocked out the satellite television.
(if only i could have ridden back in the hail in rain to finish the day right..no such luck)