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Part three, and seriously, I could practically do one of these things weekly, that’s how much I Google.  It’s out of control, but oh so useful.

• Annette Hargrove
• Madame de Tourvel
• Where’s Andrae?
• Marianne Wiggins
• Jim the Boy
• aneurysm
• cansei de ser sexy wiki
• interpellate
• “I will be your father figure” (ok, this song has been on in the bathroom at least eight times this year; that’s a disproportionate amount, right?)
• Guy Smiley
• David the Gnome
• Nanette van Waugh
• Heidegger in song (never figured out what I was looking for, btw…)
• State by state predictions
• What time is it in California? (Sometimes, the easiest way to Google is to pretend like you’re five.)
• Montgomery County election results
• jodhpurs pronunciation
• Luce Irigaray
• East Timor
• famous germans
• Tinsley Mortimer
• Henri Bendel
• “do the helen keller and talk with your hips” 
• Madonna in the 80’s
• “Well I like the way you talk”
• I say and so say I
• Franz Kafka (There he is again!)
• Ariel and Triton
• Bill Haverchuck
• insouciance
• goosestep
• “The Red-Haired Man’s Wife
• paid in arrear (hee!)
• Heloise and Abelard
• dative pronouns in German
• how to pick a lock
• vernicious knid
• Desiree Casado
• “Aluminum Park”
• kopi luwack
• “Lydia the Tattooed Lady”
• amazing super powers
• University of South North Dakota
• Allie Sheedy (yeah, I’m a baby…)
• roman a clef
• Andrew Wyeth
• Beyonce “Naomi Campbell walk” lyrics (oh shit do I ever love this song.)
• phantasmagoria
• tam o’ shanter (!  One of my favorite words ever!)
• “If you wanna learn something, bring your mother”
• non nobis dominae
• Neverending Story dog
• Little Bill
• Delilah radio host

Question:

Is “straightforwardly” a word?

Genius

Well, I finished the midterm Friday morning at 5:15, and let me tell you, I was verrrrrrrrry impressed with myself because at one point on Thursday, all I had written was my heading, a title (MIDTERM SHIIIIIIIIIIIT), and the words “It’s Britney, bitch”.

Constructive Summer

This summer…. man, how can I even begin to explain this summer?  This summer was probably the best one of my life so far.  This summer was a respite, first and foremost, from the awful.  This summer was everything I needed and had been looking forward to from August to May.  I’d have to say this summer really delivered.  This summer brought the arrival of a beautiful new baby boy into the life of a not-so-close-anymore friend.  This summer saw the realization of a lifelong dream, and it was better than I ever ever ever could have imagined.  This summer I walked down Fifth Avenue, ate lunch in Central Park, drank in a cramped Manhattan apartment with one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met, hailed my first taxi, and had a magical moment on the Brooklyn Bridge.  This summer another dream was reaffirmed.  This summer was work, almost daily sometimes, mostly with people I love and adore and miss to death right now.  This summer was constantly being with my three best friends, whom my heart hurts thinking about sometimes, because the three of them are together and I am here.  This summer I met some interesting characters.  This summer was driving, driving, driving, and loving every minute of it.  I miss that.  This summer was a mini-roadtrip by myself, just me and the open road, to visit someone I loved.  This summer was freedom and money.  This summer was spent partially sleeping on my best friend’s hardwood floor.  This summer was my first shot in a bar, so this summer was sort of illegal.  This summer was the burning of some significant things, things that still cross my mind from time to time.  This summer I cleaned, I cooked, I read not nearly as much as I told myself I would, I stayed up late, I drank, I saw and spent time with everyone I loved.  This summer there was a boy, just as there has always been a boy, but this summer the boy-crush turned out to be a little more lasting and intense than I expected.  Shit.  This summer involved discovering lots of new music at my new favorite music store.  This summer was The Hold Steady, The Hold Steady, The Hold Steady, The Hold Steady.   This summer I totally jinxed myself.  This summer was late night decorating for one of the most wonderful people I know.  This summer was drunken camping and lots of girl talk.  This summer was a mystery knock at the door and the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.  This summer brought the death of a kid that I didn’t even know, yet still brought me to tears during an absolutely bereft moment late one night.  This summer was a walk in the rain.  This summer was worrying about a friend who sometimes seems to be changing too fast for me to keep up with, so this summer was kind of anxious and sad.  This summer was terror at the thought of August, which means this summer was ignoring the fact that August 24th even existed.  This summer was the Olympics, and the Rinehart Olympics.  This summer took me to Florida for some quality sister time, and one relaxing, perfect week with people who share the same ideas about vacation as I do.  This summer was my first flight, but for a very good reason.  This summer was some damn crying into my ice cream in the middle of a Florida street, so don’t think this summer was not occasionally embarassing.  This summer I think I must have met more people who intrigued me or made me laugh or fleetingly crush than any other time in my life.  And finally, this summer literally ended with a bang.

I can’t wait til May.

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Part 2 (and a sidenote: the earliest items on this list go waaaaaay back to April, so therefore, I really cannot tell you why I was interested in “nubian” or Jewish names or John Larroquette.  April feels like a really long time ago.)

• “This Island’s Mine” by Philip Osment
• Die Bienenkoenigen
• nubian
• mole people
• glaven
• Arbor Day
• Montreal Canadiens
• Jewish names
• Betsy-Tacy
• John Larroquette
• how many countries are there in the world
• Sophocles quote
• the one you are trusting suspiciously dusting the sill
• Cincinnati Christian
• Queen Latifah
• Rena Sofer
• Bay Area Credit
• abrogation
• Madchen Amick wikipedia
• Kigali
• Tina Fey scar
• web md
• dulcimer pictures
• Hedwig and the Angry Inch
• took myself to the movie show, sat myself in the very first row
• heavens to betsy
• Foucault Discipline and Punish (followed, awesomely, directly by…)
• touch my body
• twinkle dwivedi
• Ben Folds way to normal
• Old 97’s
• Charles Keating
• im not a policeman, im a princess

Hit and Miss

I did not miss the sight of the water tower as I drive up 75.  I did not miss climbing stairs to get to my room and climbing a ladder to get into my bed.  I did not miss shower shoes or the way the hand soap smells.  I did not miss Heather.  I did not miss being alone in my room.  I did not miss the Dial.  I did not miss missing my friends, my family, my car, my room.  I did not miss the walking.  Well, maybe I missed it a little.  I did not miss The Bench (I have never told anyone the story of The Bench, nor will I ever.  Although, to be honest, almost my whole freshman year could be summed up by the story of The Bench).  I did not miss the heat in August and September.  I did not miss the ugly, unmatched buildings or the smell of the stairwells.  I did not miss frat boys and sorority girls.  I did not miss advisors, RA’s, TA’s, professors, or anyone affiliated with the University.  I did not miss school spirit.  I did not miss that feeling when you wake up to yet one more day of classes, lke it’s Monday and already the week will never end.  I did not miss bleeding money.

I did miss the clouds.  I missed being passionate about my classes and excited when they connect to one another.  I missed how comfortable these beds can be made to feel.  I missed Starbucks being on my Flex.  I missed shopping at Chilly’s.  I missed Shakespeare Boy and Jacket/Jesus Boy.  They probably did not miss me.  I missed the alone time I get walking to my classes.  I missed the people-watching.  I missed the freedom and independence, the going where I want, when I want, without playing 20 Questions.  I missed the winter here.  I missed the fast internet.  I missed the free beer.  I missed the sounds of the trains at night.  I missed wandering the halls.  I missed that feeling that sometimes sneaks up on me while walking to and from classes that everything is all of a sudden just incredibly wonderful.  I missed the way campus feels when there’s almost no one out walking, and it’s just you and this familiar, strange place, and you like it that way.  I missed the writing I do when I’m here.

I’m not sure what side of the scale my feelings about this place are coming down on here, whether what I missed beats out what I didn’t.  I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around, but I’m also pretty sure things are changing.