Leap!

Last night I learned a valuable lesson about the stomach flu: it is not wise to drink copious amounts of alcohol after spending 36 hours not being able to eat or drink anything. I think it amplifies the whole hangover thing. On the other hand, it had been a nice long while since I had actually gotten hungover -- it was nice to see that I still could.

Anyway, last night was our 100 Days (until graduation) dance. It was awesome to see all the seniors in one place. Fun times were had by all.

Also, I wanted to wish everyone a happy leap year on this, the superflous day of the leap year. I decided to spend this extra day, sitting in an 8 hour Selection Committee meeting (no joke). Joy. I get to write my paper after my meeting at 2am tonight. Score.

Boot-ilicious.

I am not well. I feel a major bout of boot coming along and I'm not looking forward to it. While I have yet to boot tonight, I can already foresee 24 hours of major unpleasantness in my future. Damn you stomach flu!

Send me love.

Hey!

I'm trying to see the administration's point of view in this...but I'm just not getting it. But, I do think that the kid will have an amusing story to put under that "Have you ever been suspended from school? If so, please explain" question that is on most college applications. He'll be the kid who got suspended for three days because he said "hey!".

Although, the guy writing the article is kind of a jerkface about it.

Funnily enough, after seeing Kill Bill (in which Uma battles droves of these guys) on Saturday, we are gonna start learning about the yakuza (Japanese Mafia) in my "Processes of Adjudication" class this week. I [heart] senior spring. Big time.

The Return of Mr. Tarantino.

Yesterday I saw "Kill Bill Vol. 1" with Jess for free in Bronfman. I must say that it was pretty kick ass. I was really hesitant going in since it was notoriously gory...and I'm not generally a fan of Kung Fu movies. However, I was a big fan of "Pulp Fiction" and had heard rave critical reviews and incredible things about this movie. Plus, it was free.

Holycrap it was good. Mr. Tarantino (and I'm sure the censors played a small part) was merciful and stylized the film so that all the really gory stuff was not as bad as it could have been. So, in scenes where limbs were being lopped off and eyeballs were being yanked out the film would be black and white. Traumatic massacres were anime. Decapitations and spearings were accompanied by overly dramatic fountains of blood that reminded me of an SNL skit I saw once upon a time. I'd like to think that blood does not spew out so profusely when a limb is chopped off.

The only problem was that Jess and I got there a few minutes late and I feel we missed a crucial part of the story. Like, what exactly Uma Thurman is avenging. Yes, I could gather that Bill killed her husband and her unborn child and tried to kill her, but I never grasped why. Someone enlighten me. For now, I'll just assume that she used to work for Bill, but decided to quit and start a new life, but he didn't like that. Like in that show, "Alias". Wait, I've never watched "Alias" so I can't really make that comparison. Never mind.

The best part about watching Kill Bill Vol. 1 yesterday, was that I am now crazy excited to see Vol. 2 which is actually coming out really soon. Yay for not having to wait.

Ooo! I also wanted to say that I watched "The OC" last week and liked it! Yay for an amusing episode! I love Peter Gallagher! So. Much.

Overall Grade for Kill Bill: A
Overall Grade for OC: A


Edited to add: I just watched the trailer for Kill Bill and found that my conjectures about Uma and Bill's respective motives was pretty accurate. Sweet.

Head over Heels.

You know what I hate. When I have to wake up from my nap, get out of the comfort of my bed, and then brave the cold to get to a meeting, only to have the person I'm supposed to meet with not show up. BOO on lame people.

Also, boo on meetings that start at 11pm. Also, boo on meetings that are over 3 hours long.

On the plus side, I got my lovely new shoes yesterday. I finally caved and spent money on real shoes -- not flip-flops, or the cheap kind. I bought comfy, cloggy, birkenstocky-mold-to-your-feet, shoes. And I love them...it's like I'm walking on clouds. Mmmmmm...cushy.

Does Anyone Actually LIKE Valentine's Day?

As promised, here is a longer post. I'm sorry that I haven't been posting as of late...it's been a hectic week. Not with academics mind you, but everything else. However, this weekend looks like it will be devoted to those academics that I had been neglecting. Damn.

Whatever. It's Valentine's Day weekend and once again I will be spending it "single" and lame. Despite the fact that Jamie and I have been together for six Valentine's Days, only two of those have actually been spent together within the same 1,000 mile radius. Jamie, it's not too late to fulfill my fantasy of coming home to find you here...I'd be really surprised. Really. You'd better get on that. Did you know that Jamie and I got together in 1998? Weirdness.

Hey! In the spirit of Valentine's Day, read this. WHY is this in the Boston Globe?

Hey Ya.

You will get a real blog soon...but in the meantime, be content with this.

(I swear it's not porn or an ad for a sextoy).

Bad Ass.

Today I fell on my ass in a big way. My whole right cheek is purple. It's really very sad.

I don't understand how it can be so warm (by "so warm" I mean in the low 30s -- dammit) and yet there is SO much ice on the ground. Seriously, it's like an ice skating rink outside. And the porch steps are lethal. I (and my ass) are not happy right now.

Speaking of asses: check out the streaker ice sculpture at Carleton College if you are Drew. The ass on that thing is modeled after our very own Jamie. Jamie's ass won his group second place. Go team.

Classes continue to be fine. I realized that while this should be a relatively easy semester academically, it's going to suck activitywise. We had our Selection Committee scheduling meeting Thursday night and I now have meetings from 11-2am every school night except for Wednesdays which is from 12-3am. There are even some lovely days where I will be in selection committee for, like, 6 hours. Boy howdy am I looking forward to those!

Also, the first deadline passed with only three of twenty-four completed spreads -- those being mine of course. Right about now I loathe Jason for making me editor. I'm so bad at making people do their work. How am I supposed to tell people to be responsible when I am a total mess. Did you know that I slept through TWO meetings this morning when I forgot to turn on my alarm and slept 'til 10? I made it to the third one though. Who on earth made me a teacher??

"Desperation: It's the World's Worst Cologne."

I figured I hadn't had a movie quote as a title in a long while. It was about time. Hey, if anyone is up to looking in the archives and testing their Melissa/Pop culture prowess try and name all the movies from which I got my quotes. Shouldn't be to hard if you know my taste in movies at all. There'll be a prize. Also, you can use the fancy pants "Email Me!" function! Wee!

Anyway, did you know that people actually pay for imaginary girlfriends?? Amazing.

My first class of spring semester was pretty nice. It's with a prof. I really like. Also, he mentioned that he's bringing in a polygraph lie detector and a hypnotist to class at some point this semester (the class is Psych and the Law). I love being a second semester senior. Let's see if I still love being a second semester senior after my second class of the day.

The Beginning of the End.

Today is the first day of my last semester here at Williams. Scary.

It's also quite a day as I will be running around like a chicken with its head cut off going to classes and running errands. Wish me luck.

Q: What's Big and White and Gets Melissa Home from the Airport in Record Time?

A: Not her cab.

In fact, it took close to two hours to get home from the airport last night. Lots of snow. And our driver almost hit a poor dog. Also, today Brendan almost stepped on a poor mouse in Baxter Hall. But that's totally unrelated.

Anyway, I noticed that my blogging frequency correlates strongly with the amount of work I have. Except, it doesn't go the way you'd think it would: the more work I have, the more often I blog. It just goes to show the extent to which I want to procrastinate. Since I'm starting classes tomorrow, you can look forward to some more updates.

You may have noticed that keen new "Email Me!" function...that is courtesy of Drew. Let's all thank Drew. Thanks Drew. Use it -- although I can't promise that I will write you back right away...

Last, I have to say that I don't actually "hate" Carleton. In fact, I had a lovely time there this weekend. Highlights definitely included hearing that people used to tell Drew that he looked like Rudy from "Rudy" and learning how to jumpstart a car on the way to the airport. Oh, and having my Thai food stolen.

I Hate Carleton.

Last night, Jamie and I ventured out to Minneapolis to visit Drew and Meredith. It was a lovely evening consisting of dinner and a movie: thai food and Big Fish. The movie was great -- fun and "heartwarming" (I use the quotes because its such a cliche way to describe a movie). My only complaint was that we were a little late for it, and had to sit in the third row. Albert Finney is not meant to be seen that close up. Well, at least not anymore.

My other complaint for the night surrounds the food. Fear not Drew and Meredith, the food was scrumptaculous, it was more what happened to my leftovers. They made the journey back to Carleton with me and were placed lovingly in the house fridge. Today, after studying in the library with Jamie and various other errands, I was looking forward to heating up some Pad Thai lovin' and curling up on the couch. Unfortunately, some unnamed, mean, big doody-head of a Carleton student ate it before I got there.

BIG PARTY FOUL. To make matters worse they had not eaten it all, but rather left the container opened and uneaten in the trash can -- as if to mock me in my lack of thai-foodness.

Everyone in this house except for Jamie is now on my shitlist. Unfortunately, Jamie is the one who is going to bear the brunt of my poutyness and all-around bitching and moaning. Ain't life grand?

Pad Thai thief...whoever you are...I hope that the MSG gave you indigestion.

Overall scores:
Big Fish: A-
Albert Finney's Third Chin: B+
Thai Food Thief: F-
Carleton: (aka: sanctuary for stealers of thai food) D+