tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40099792011-04-21T14:36:12.871-07:00uhhhwell, I'll give it a tryLaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1112595433405917252005-04-03T23:15:00.001-07:002005-04-03T23:17:13.406-07:00In case anyone ever looks here, my LJ is www.livejournal.com/users/pennylane8Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1112595359521553222005-04-03T23:15:00.000-07:002005-04-03T23:15:59.520-07:00In case anyone ever checks this, I have a new place to post....www.livejournal.com/users/pennylane8Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1082959476637523582004-04-25T23:04:00.000-07:002004-04-25T23:11:56.013-07:00In other news, Carpel Tunnel....
I've been thinking (somewhere in between trying to put some sort of structure to this psych paper)...don't know if this is a recent development, but I suspect it is...say, since study abroad? Although there is the painful progress...the sort of longing for that which you leave behind and the simultaneous dreaming ahead...for the most part, I have come to a point Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1082908108847419802004-04-25T08:48:00.000-07:002004-04-25T08:52:33.483-07:00"We live but for a short time, we see but very little, and we know almost nothing; so, at least, let's do some dreaming."
~Orhan Pamuk, _The Black Book_
"In this world there's a kind of painful progress: Longing for what we've left behind and dreaming ahead."
~Tony Kushner, _Angers in America: Perastroika_
Just the last few days...these quotes sum up my life: the dreamer. And I realize Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1082697130938574762004-04-22T22:12:00.000-07:002004-04-22T22:16:12.856-07:00Life these days
AsiaFest 2004 has officially taken over my life. This past week, if I'm not in rehearsal, I'm making a costume. Rarely ever working, which means this weekend is going to be insane. I could slack, I know, but I hate doing that, and I am really into the paper that I am turning in on Monday. But the dance in on Sat, and I'm excited! I'm sure there will be a few other highlights Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1082431322400078762004-04-19T20:22:00.000-07:002004-04-19T20:26:47.716-07:00This past weekend gets 2 thumbs up. Psych conference and dinner with the key-note speaker on Sat. It was fabulous. I spent the day loving loving loving my major. And Dr. Laura King was way cool.
Also (and this probably has a lot more weight to why the weekend gets the two thumbs up, it's true...), this weekend, I finally figured out just what in the world is (and has been. Goodness, this Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1082090837790682222004-04-15T21:47:00.000-07:002004-04-18T18:19:24.000-07:00Today was mostly pretty wonderful. It was a lot of non-stop, but then I got to see Ryan, and the lovely Ms. Ali, and then dinner with Ryan, and sitting out in the sun talking with him for a good, long while. And it was lovely. And then the bike-ride. Oh yes, yes, yes to life in that state.
The rest of the night? Errands....blech-ish, and then sewing belly dance costumes....but at least Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1081820040852692902004-04-12T18:34:00.000-07:002004-04-12T18:37:49.153-07:00"Carpe mutha-fuckin' Diem" That was the running joke between Ryan and I the other night....and we probably ran it into the ground. But I need to do it. When, I don't know....everytime I think I will get the chance, the chance never comes around...But I will still keep my eyes open for it...because I don't want to be old and have a life full of regrets. I don't know if this will be one of thoseLaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1081466620778101212004-04-08T16:23:00.000-07:002004-04-08T22:41:14.466-07:00"I wanna be strong, I wanna laugh along, I wanna belong to the living...alive, alive, I wanna get up and jive, wanna wreck my stockings in some juke-box dive...." ~Joni Mitchell
Have you ever noticed that sometimes olives taste like tin can....but other times, they really don't--they taste yummy and olive-y. I wonder why the difference sometimes. (in rather unrelated news...I must admit that Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1081388252676952332004-04-07T18:37:00.000-07:002004-04-07T18:41:14.200-07:00my place stinks. like really. the sun shone through the windows and baked something funky in here today. tonight may have to involve fumigating and massive cleaning. I think I forgot that I through some old fruit out a few days ago or something....oops....
It feels like it has been more than a few days since I have written, but it hasn't even been 24 hours...today was a bit rough, though...Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1081309121582841352004-04-06T20:38:00.000-07:002004-04-08T16:29:10.373-07:00"i don't wanna write
in english or spanish
i wanna sing make you dance
like the bata dance scream
twitch hips wit me cuz
i done forgot all abt words
aint got no definitions
i wanna whirl
with you"
~Ntozake Shange (from "For Colored Girls who have Considered Suicide when the Rainbow is Enuf")
I got word back from Bread and Puppet today...too bad I was lateLaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1081113283180859312004-04-04T14:14:00.000-07:002004-04-04T14:20:01.873-07:00sometimes I want things that are really anti-everything-I-have-ever-said. And that seems totally inconsistent at times, and I suppose that it really is...but whose emotions, desires, passions, standards are really all that constant anyway? Sometimes you want things that are bad for you. And sometimes you change so that the things that used to be bad for you just don't really affect you so Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1079458153627203762004-03-16T09:29:00.000-08:002004-03-29T07:52:38.543-08:00finished yesterday in a flurry, but FINISHED winter quarter FOREVER! Then Amy Baby and Ali Bookstore and I went off to Grand Rapids to see the Liz Phair concert. All was wonderful and delightfully tipsy, until some stupid girl (she honestly was probably the most fucking stupid girl in the world) directed a homophobic comment at Amy...Ali and I tried to let it roll off, but Amy spent the rest Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1079118421566860532004-03-12T11:07:00.000-08:002004-03-16T18:10:55.733-08:00Curious
I wonder how Freud's sex and death instincts (the instincts involved with the ID) play into the excessively aggressive nature with which I have always brushed my teeth.Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1079074905094939442004-03-11T23:01:00.000-08:002004-03-12T06:15:09.873-08:00These Habits are So Hard to Break and They're So Easy to Make ~Beth Orton
Well, here we go....just a few days left before spring break, and loads of things to do before then...I suppose I can continue this super-woman streak for a bit longer, though.
The Vagina Monologues are coming up on Saturday! I'm pumped. I heart my vagina.
Just had my Creative Writing class reading. My dream poem Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1078466065610035782004-03-04T21:54:00.000-08:002004-03-11T23:06:20.310-08:00Once again, I prove the theory of relativity ~Sandra Cisneros
how do I put it....maybe the secret isn't cutting the people that are most essential out of your life (and there are really only those select few, you know, that are just so much a part of your soul--there are really only those few) when things go (seemingly) wrong....maybe the secret is to step back for a minute, and to collect Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1078439711162325702004-03-04T14:35:00.000-08:002004-03-04T14:38:07.653-08:00today, I woke up and it really dawned on me that I am graduating soon. Like, I knew, but today it was like *bam* as soon as I woke up. I don't know exactly how I feel about this. I am excited--so excited, but I am kind of scared and nervous (as in what the hell happens next--I guess I don't really need to know....) and...today I was feeling a bit down, but they could just be the rain and the Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1077604811020835112004-02-23T22:40:00.000-08:002004-02-23T22:42:54.640-08:00It's going to be just fine. I am going to be an all-star.
or at least pass. and that's all I need.
The next 36 hours is going to be intense. And I'm off to bed, then gonna hit the ground running.
HOTTIES GO!Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1077591201054367352004-02-23T18:53:00.000-08:002004-03-11T23:23:11.856-08:00someone, help....
This weekend, after surviving this week, I am going to explode. In the best of all possible ways....I will not let this week kill me......
"I can't go on. I'll go on." ~Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
All I ask is that I pass the psych comps. Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1077255000215747892004-02-19T21:30:00.000-08:002004-03-11T23:43:26.546-08:00I just went to the opening of the BFG and the Syringa Tree tonight. The BFG was awesome and the Syringa true was pure beauty. Amazing. such a good night.
tomorrow, the show I am in opens...
***I spent the day loving psychology because of feminist psych of women and the many hours I spent at rocket-star today, being absorbed in psych of women and discussing with some great people.
However,Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1076974617893688222004-02-16T15:36:00.000-08:002004-02-16T16:35:05.450-08:00I've got another music obsession. I seem to go through that weekly....like it was MIRAH non-stop for a while, and now....Scott Masson. I got his new CD on Sat (oh, it was good to see him--but so funny--freshman year is light-years behind me!), and I have been playing it non-stop since Sunday morning. I am sure that my neighbors hate me.
This weekend was pretty good. Friday was amazing. Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1076690672979413122004-02-13T08:44:00.000-08:002004-03-11T23:44:00.233-08:00waiting for lunch to get out of the oven...so lucky you gets a post....although I am rather skepticle of whether there really is a "you" that reads this space, but whatever.....
The last few days have been jam-packed, but fabulous in their own way...last night I honestly couldn't take it anymore....I had been going non-stop all week (essentially 24/7, or more accurately, 19 or 20/7), and I was Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1076381950038393622004-02-09T18:59:00.000-08:002004-02-09T19:08:13.763-08:00buying red bull (another one of those nights--*sigh*)----I feel a distinct sense of pride when the cashier (I would not be able to accurately tell where he is from, although I know he was speaking arabic before, and I wish I could work up the nerve to say the few phrases that I know....but I don't) asks me where I am from. He has decided that I am not american--it's my accent, it's my look. I Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1076370002546551482004-02-09T15:40:00.000-08:002004-02-09T19:10:55.153-08:00"We only hurt the ones we love, well, we don't need a reason...only get what we think we deserve, now that's something to believe in...."
In 5 minutes, my hair will be dark auburn brown.
but, Jung, is the individual the only reality? Was Karen Horney right when she implied that the act of "moving towards" someone is done in the belief that "if you love me, you won't hurt me." If that's reallyLaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1076314840252571142004-02-09T00:20:00.000-08:002004-02-09T19:13:03.810-08:00this weekend was very low key--I mean extremely low key...and it was kinda nice. On Friday, I had a victory nap, and then went out to dinner at Aladdin's Palace, and it was ever so yummy. And then, you know....got caught up in a cloud of cashed. Did literally nothing all night with John and Ryan, and enjoyed it. Saturday was dishes (goodness....), rockclimbing, studying for comps, and Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1076087860212246102004-02-06T09:17:00.000-08:002004-02-06T22:32:32.686-08:00I'm officially turning in my resignation.....Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1076052087486361662004-02-05T23:21:00.000-08:002004-02-05T23:23:47.530-08:00wow--still should be working on poetry--I have miles to go before I sleep.....but Billy just called and we had the BIGGEST laugh-fest.....oh.....it was so nice. I can't express how wonderful it feels not to cut him completely off anymore....just to laugh, to have some sort of idea of what is going on in each other's lives.Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1076044211980535062004-02-05T21:10:00.000-08:002004-02-05T21:13:00.763-08:00UGHHHH......revising poetry is like pulling teeth tonight--I have done about every other thing in the world that you could possibly imagine....I have no will to do it. I had to pass up Monaco Bay tonight, because I have been procrastinating too much and this midterm portfolio is due tomorrow....*sigh*...but I am still not working...
and instead of doing it....oh, music has happened, cooking hasLaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1075861468979811472004-02-03T18:24:00.000-08:002004-02-03T20:18:31.123-08:00Today was a glorious, glorious day.....I finished all my poetry and still had time to sleep and wrote one of the best poems I have written in a long time (with the first line of "Ataturk peed here in 1932"--which was actually an element of one of my dreams once--that being on a plaque above the toilet.) and workshopped it and got lots of positive response (Kevin, the kid that never smiles said, "Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1075581403883665482004-01-31T12:36:00.000-08:002004-02-09T19:28:00.326-08:00Goodness....lovely saturday, and I'm inside cleaning, because....it's a necessary evil.
I've started to write down Grossman quotes from Abnormal because the man just cracks me up. They have no comparison to Ahmet (my first Turkish prof) quotes, but some of them are pretty funny....he's on this major kick about love lately, although it doesn't exactly relate to our class: "Turns out that Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1071330021591688522003-12-13T07:40:00.000-08:002004-02-09T19:14:15.623-08:00wow....first day at my parents' and already up by 9. As I suspected. My parents had a go to wal-mart and ring bells to raise money for the shelter, so it was my job to get to the cookie sale. So I stumbled in, sleep still in my eyes, and fought off all the other crazed cookie fans to get enough to fill 3 giant cans...I remembered as I was doing this that this is going to be for the open-house Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1067099526812418252003-10-25T09:32:00.000-07:002003-10-25T09:32:09.373-07:00Ugh...Sometimes I hate rain. And early mornings on the weekends. I had to go to work at 9 am, and it was death to climb out of my warm bed...especially after so little sleep from friday night festivities. I got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and WAY too early...but Sas had Kate Bush videos for us to watch while we were sewing, so that was fun...Still...I wish I could shake this Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1058962045664792632003-07-23T05:07:00.000-07:002003-07-23T05:07:25.626-07:00My god (tanrim), I've gotten myself into a pickle again, and I didn't even do anything. It's strange, I have learned more turkish on this excursion to Bursa/Istanbul than ever before, or at least I am forced to use it more. And it's great when I feel that I can communicate pretty well now...although sometimes there are major breakdowns in communication. Like today, I was in the middle of this Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-1056979012361174112003-06-30T06:16:00.000-07:002003-12-13T08:04:53.856-08:00How does Joni Mitchell always know exactly how I feel?
I'm talking specifically about the song "California" today.Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-958852082003-06-20T22:23:00.000-07:002004-02-03T17:45:14.123-08:00The other day, I learned that I will never be able to be in the CIA because I have a tattoo--identifiable markings. I said, "Well, what about a big birthmark? That's pretty identifiable, too, does that count?" No one knew. But, well, you know....my dreams are crushed...ha!
I do not think I will ever be able to leave. This is ridiculous. My belonging are in worse shape than when I started, Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-957589322003-06-17T09:57:00.000-07:002004-02-03T17:45:37.390-08:00I had this massive talk with Leah (my sister) last night. We haven't talked in a while, so we were catching up on a million things...it was great. I was talking about this one situation, and she said, "Yeah, but don't do that. Don't hold on to something NOW just because you are afraid it won't be there LATER." That made me realize that, right, why would I do that? And I already knew that, Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-956936042003-06-15T14:01:00.000-07:002004-02-03T17:45:54.140-08:00flan in the face
so maybe I am a complete brat...but I don't understand the point of asking me IF it WOULD bother me IF you do something, if, in reality, you have already BEEN doing it. And especially, when I say, yeah, I would mind, you turn around and say "well, what do you want me to do about it?" Why even bother asking, then? What difference was it going to make anyway? Other than serve Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-955711752003-06-11T18:15:00.000-07:002004-02-03T17:46:59.090-08:00huzzah! I'm finished! I finished at noon (it involved lots of not sleeping, lots of not showering, and lots of sweating), then to lunch with Brian and Jess, the a mini-nap, errands with Laura (oh, that reminds me I have to do more! Better run soon!). Then to Bell's to find Danielle, who was late for her own birthday party, went to Qdoba for dinner and hunted down danielle. Finally met up at Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-955364792003-06-10T21:55:00.000-07:002004-02-03T17:47:37.716-08:00Ahhh...so nearly done with everything. Took a big victory nap (to make up for not sleeping but 3 hours) today, and then went to the directing final scenes, which were wonderful. I've still got this paper to write, and an essay, but it's not too much. Unfortunately (be warned), the library--bastards!!--apparently doesn't let people in after 11:45, even if they are "open" until midnight. So Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-954943322003-06-09T22:56:00.000-07:002004-02-03T17:49:40.436-08:00BLAH! Why did I even think I could take a minute to write? I'm exhausted, and have 6 hours to sleep before I have to get up and face the dread day that is tomorrow. But I've taken the time to log on...spent 4.5 hours doing group stats project (at the end, everyone was getting way too pissy...could have to do with the fact that we also had 4 hours yesterday...), then I went to stand in line forLaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-953518442003-06-05T19:02:00.000-07:002004-02-03T17:51:54.326-08:00hhhmmm...I only ever write when my life is at it's most boring, which I guess makes sense, anyway...why would I have time to write if there was something interesting going on? Today in experimental methods lab, we spent the entire time talking about grad school and Senior Individualized Projects, and I was just sitting there, thinking "THANK GOD that I am not doing a psych SIP! HAH!" So then ILaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-953195882003-06-04T23:46:00.000-07:002004-02-03T17:52:31.530-08:00So here I am back in finals week...funny that I began this "blog" and wrote the most during finals week at METU (in Turkey). Do I perhaps have a serious procrastination problem? Naa...
Today was wonderful. It was colored by the fact that I got grant money from the school to go back to Turkey this summer! No more worrying about going into debt! Hurrah! Take out the fact that I didn't sleep Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-952271652003-06-03T00:16:00.000-07:002004-02-03T17:53:51.373-08:00Wow, it has literally been months...perhaps I should start a new page, but then, I probably won't much write in it anyway.
A girl outside my window is talking very loudly on her cell phone. Very Loudly. "Little T-Shirts. All the time." She says...I'm glad I'm up working and procrastinating and not trying to sleep or that might have pissed me off. People are getting a little stir crazy Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-891437622003-02-15T06:55:00.000-08:002004-02-03T17:55:19.576-08:00Here in Kas, the storms have passed, it's sunny and perfect again...today I went out in the village, and saw this woman who I have passed everyday for the past 3 days, and smiled. She invited me for tea, and we had a good conversation (though limited, because it was in Turkish, but I realize that I have started to understand a lot, even if I have the vocabulary of about a 5 year old). About herLaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-885982772003-02-05T09:20:00.000-08:002004-02-03T17:58:04.153-08:00AHHH...crazy times we are living in right now, you know? And my life is pretty damn crazy as well, on a personal level...I hope all of the people I am not having time to email right now will forgive me, and will read this...ICK! In this internet cafe they are playing a cover of Joni Mitchell's Big yellow taxi. It sounds like counting crows and it is terrible! It makes me angry!
OK, so...InLaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-880593912003-01-26T12:33:00.000-08:002003-01-26T12:33:42.993-08:00So let's see...after ephesus, and virgin mary's house (where she is supposed to have lived out her last days), pergamon, dydma, priene, and miletus...we went to pamukkale and now we are in fethiye. (THOUGHT BREAK: Travis jut came on at the internet cafe, which made me think of last fall, and specifically of developmental swimming with Laura, when we alwasy made the lifeguard put on what we Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-877789312003-01-21T04:34:00.000-08:002004-02-03T17:58:37.326-08:00Uh, wow...it's been a while? But let's see, got back from Prague (adventures I will not recount at this point in time...). Met my parents at the Istanbul airport the next day, and had fun pretending to be a tour guide around the city for about a week. Then we went to visit the Nasrs in Jordan and Lebanon. I loved it. I was truly in the middle east, which is where I have always dreamed of Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-865530642002-12-26T09:08:00.000-08:002002-12-26T09:08:39.713-08:00Got up on Christmas morning to finish packing and got to open my christmas cards and crackers...I got a lot of great stuff! Packed, went to class (on the Iraqisituation), ran home, got everthing cleared out of the room and left campus for the last time, which was strange to say the very least. Took the Cumhuriyet Ekspres train to Istanbul. Thankfully, I had budgeted a way lot of extra time Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-864945222002-12-24T14:39:00.000-08:002002-12-24T14:39:03.230-08:00I've been packing and running errands these last few days. But in the process, have seen a lot of new places in the city, which has been cool. Tonight, went out to dinner with Jakob, and then to the Bahcheilevler apartment to drop off my stuff and hang out with everyone there for a bit. After that, went down to Kizilay to Lemanci, which is this great cafe with all of the Lemanci cartoons (Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-864053292002-12-22T12:18:00.000-08:002002-12-22T12:22:52.000-08:00*sigh* yesterday, I saw Amanda and Molly off. It was sad...I will miss them a lot...good friends and travel companions, and all of the 'boisterous' fun we had all the time, made a lot of the most frustrating experiences fun (in retrospect anyway)..
After that, I decided to cheer myself up by treating myself to book shopping. I went down to Kizilay, forgetting how crowded saturdays are, and theLaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-863110602002-12-20T00:55:00.000-08:002002-12-20T00:58:20.000-08:00PS--did you know that Bush's administration is trying to loosen regulations on air pollution protections. There are plans to let more than 17,000 of the biggest polluting factories in the country escape regulations about installing modern pollution controls. Save the Clean Air Act! Find out more and take action! Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-863108992002-12-20T00:47:00.000-08:002002-12-20T00:47:18.426-08:00I had this dream the other night, right after I had just woken up and realized I had to pee, but was too lazy to get out of bed, so just rolled over and went back to sleep. Fell asleep and had this dream: I was in this track race or something, and my team was all of the people from my program (9 of us--ACS program). Anyway, Deb Grammel (my old ballet teacher) was the coach. So I was in the Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-861853812002-12-17T13:53:00.000-08:002002-12-17T13:53:32.210-08:00I just finished a paper I had to write about my family in Turkish. I asked my roommate to proof read it. When she got to the sentence about my dad being an episcopal minister, she started laughing hysterically. "I misread it," she said, "I thought it said...I can't think of the word..." She grabbed the dictionary, and pointed to the word she thought I had written...the meaning was "psychopath.Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-858894982002-12-12T03:59:00.000-08:002002-12-12T04:01:51.000-08:00In my fabulous birthday package, among other things, mom sent some packages of Fantastic brand vegetarian chili mix. Molly, Amanda, and I were ecstatic! We (the vegetarian faction, team no meat, or whatever you want to call us) have been the same 5 food for the last 4 months, and they are always some form of white bread and cheese. Except when we cook for ourselves, but options are still Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-858037972002-12-10T14:18:00.000-08:002002-12-12T03:49:04.000-08:00What I wrote here wasn't worth my even thinking about anymore, let alone anyone else reading. Just ranting about dumb boys...Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009979.post-857405312002-12-09T11:35:00.000-08:002002-12-09T11:43:55.000-08:00Not exactly sure why I feel the need to create a webjournal right now (uh, could it be procrastination?), other than, lately, my real journal is becoming more and more negected and hopefully I can piece together all my emails, this, and my real journal and have a somewhat comprehensive thing. Oh, and because I know Molly hates the word "blog." Kidding.
GREAT NEWS! My camera is working again! Laniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14671546119048278641noreply@blogger.com