FYE - Frances Choe

7:09 pm

it's my last hurrah, my sven song or what have you...well at least a second to last hurrah

half of my friends will have up and gone by friday, the last day of fresher year. i would say so long and thanks for all the fish but is quite unoriginal of me and rather un-veggi-ish as well...

again i find myself at a loss for words, how does one exactly describe the sheer elation one feels while procrastinating by cruising around town and dancing crazily, or the disgust and slight amusement when burwell pulls out the ol' tub of ketchup with ladel and lots of little surprises embedded in the red saucy concotion from people dropping bits of lettuce or cheese or skin cells, or the fervor of football games, or realising that you've met some great people just in time to have to say goodbye for the next three moonths?

but as it is still exam-a-cram-o-rama time for me i shant get too sappy yet, i really do need my eyes as un-red and un-puffy as possible for essay writing tomorrows...instead i will leave you with a fully realistic, completely undoctored picture of me that is in no way related to a class here...

if you haven't picked up the sarcasm then, yes indeed, this awas taken when i was a rebellious young shaker and i joined a renegade geurilla force in the plateaus of minnesota

9:49 am

thoughts on finals: a giant bollus of a cloud hanging ominously over every waking minute and sometimes invading my sleep

really am truly considering simply writing "i can make it look like an accident." on all of my next exams.

pweugh, pooped out, Frances

terrio!

tomorrow will be the last day of the first year of my college experience...hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrah let us giddily ascend the stratospheres carrying opulent cornocupiae and dancing ecstatically to the long blondes...suppose it will be sad as it begins a study filled weekend, me, surrounded by piles of notes, index cards, and textbooks in a tangle of cables and iv wires hooked up to red bull and liquid energy...but perhaps it will not be that bad...

on the exam note of things, i've five written-ish exams this semester with one exam free day on tuesday before tey, the big man, the ocho nacho king, or whomever one chooses to call le peeps in charge that we're constantly proverbially 'astickin' it to' kicks all of us out of the dorms on friday

however, with tides of end of school year things blasting against the coral reefs, it does not mean we can't still enjoy ourselves as the terrio cart races prove...only at wofford...can one see all the departments enter decorated golf carts to race in a fun frenzy in front of ye olde main's seal.

let the reviewing begin!

one solitary week left

9:13 am

only one real week of classes to properly a) hand a particular card swiper your id in exactly the wrong way so that she has to contort her arm to swipe it at burwell, just to prove a point that you could have done it yourself...b) change the wikipedia entry on President Dunlap to include things like he's been on the moon, lived aesthetically on the front lawn in a hut, or speaks every language known to man...as amazing as the man is, even these claims seem a little far-fetched, though far from impossible

on another note, i managed to nab one of the isolated rooms in the bottom of the library yesterday afternoon, partly because i wanted to continue a very engaging phone conversation with a friend, but also because i had to get away from all self-sabotaging excuses to procrastinate further...and found, that the library really is a wonderful, bountiful resource with endless possibilites and a plethora of information...including a "Handbook of Adhesive Bonding"

laughing her adhesive to pieces in stressful delerium, frances

http://www.goupstate.com/article/20070405/NEWS/70405003/1051/NEWS01

7:37 pm

so, after a torrential downpour on monday morning i drowned and then proceded to electrocute my old phone, but it's been replaced albeit now with less than an acceptable number of contacts.

the last week of school is not promising to be exceptionally fun, but after one more week we've exams and then summer freedom aka laziness aka sit around by the pool while trying to find a job and baking inordinate amounts of goodies because i've naught else to do with myself for a few months...and then of course there's toronto in july to look forward to...while struggling under my mountainous pile of work that i should be adressing but haven't quite accepted yet i think to the days that lie ahead and get severly depressed....also, as have run out of terrier bucks, coffee is a hot item for le fran fran right now.

off to take the step test for one last time this semester, Franny who?

saturday at home

i came back to only the dog's frenzied attack to welcome me home, mummykins had severe food poisoning and was knocked out in her bedroom, sister and second brasilian sister were mesmerised by the tv upstairs, and belle-pere was out trying to clean out the pool that's been milky and cloudy for the past two weeks...anyhow, in a rare moment of family bonding all us girls decided to make chocolate covered strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries...meaning that within twenty minutes we were all in the loopy throes of a sugar high, slinging chocolate at each other, spilling it all over the floor and table, and feeding ungodly amounts of fruit and sugar to the dog unintentionally...at the end of which our brasilian darling said, "god is luff, orrrr luff is god and luff is blind....so then stevie wonder is blind and so stevie wonder is god."

ahahahahahahahahahahahah i love you brasilian kid

bad mama jama looking for sir duke to sign seal and deliver, frances

12:58 pm

latest events in order of importance: the  air conditioning is BACK ON, hectic sign up for classes

to do list in order of importance: clean room, wash mounting pile of dirty cups, do laundry, and find a way to start on homework...somehow...

on an activists note...today's day of silence for the lgbt community led to our discovery of what the sign language movement is for "squirrel"...all other conversation is limited as it takes about 20 minutes to figure out what my friend's wild gestures mean...

gesticulating and gleeful that it's the weekend again, Frances

1:12 pm

procrastination: destructive on a sunday night

choosing to watch "Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" was a bad choice as merely 20 minutes into the movie my friend and i were crying, and of course not because anything particularly sad was happening at that moment, but simply out of frustration, fear of growing old and wrinkled and never finding love, silmutaneously realizing the stupidity of worrying about this domesticated silliness, and then at the peak of our teary eyedness yelled to the heavens that we should have just studied.

but more recent news...bruuuuuuuutal sociology test yesterday, bought a new ringtone solely to distract my thoughts from reanswering the questions in my head and to avoid being deskbound again in starting to study, but now as i am not used to it i start and occasionally scream in shock everytime my phone rings.

2:01 pm

stress. is. not. cool.

and if my room is any indication of the state of my mind then that means that i've dirty cups, a floor littered with borrowed items of clothing and random shoes acting as trip traps, and a very cramped closet in my brain, all iced off with just the finest layer of dust and the desperation of summer itch.

but really, this morning i was nearly buried alive in my closet by a landslide of very large heavy items in the dark.

12:02 pm

friday tomorrow, and it is all that i can think about...planned another monster nap as felt incredibly well rested, perceptive, and generally on top of the ball after my three hour nap on wed, consequently i slept through dinner...anyhow, as testament to my tendencies of obliviousnessosity whilst listening to music i've just found the lyrics of the song that i've been humming tone deafedly and has gotten me through the week...i realised it was semi-wistful but nonetheless i'm rather embarassed to say now that it rather cheered me up...

In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to well wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much, as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God and His mercy
Or if He really does exist
Why did He desert me in my hour of need
I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that there are more hearts
broken in the world that can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

Alone again, naturally
Now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally

angsty poeticism from a man that looked like.

this. 
courstey of :http://www.seatwave.com/FileStore/SEASON/IMAGE/gilbert-osullivan_001178_MainPicture.jpg

i will probably make the same mistake someday with a song in another language, but as "alone again, naturally" is in very comprehendable english i must must must must must be more present in the moment and attentive...especially if am to ever cushion my embarassment, and perhaps eventually get any sort of work done in the acorn cafe on a weeknight as momentous presentosness will surely act like blinders, and i the metaphorical horsemeat ignoring the temptation to sabotage my study buddy by doodling endlessly on her books, face, and arms, or using coffee as an excuse to people watch, spill all over my really bad writing and notes, and have a closer look at the barista...

must've heard "cheerful, bright, and gay" and diregarded the fifty million other sad words as the tune is just so catchy. ahahahahhahsgkjhakhahahhaha...i'm an imbecile.

the frenzies of the last few weeks of school are poking their spindly little legs through the window of what remains of the shreds of my sanity, not completely present yet, but lurking in the shadows giggling as they think about the stress that the next few weeks promise.

trying to work ahead, but being sucked into oblivion by unfinished paintings, frances