FYE - Frances Choe

ice aging

8:00 pm

WHEN are they going to decide to turn marsh heating on?!...for you lovely readers (few and disinterested and yawning as i type and hoping i'll just get on with it...as i'm sure you are)...there is one temperature regulating-type unit in our rooms...with fan speeds/intensities of off, low, med, and high...and so i will have to keep using this well-suited for backyard open campfire burner contraption i found the other day as an alternative to keep my feets nice and toasties...

...however, heating would be much appreciated as waking up in the middle of the night and realising that your wool socks are actually aflame is none to pleasant...

...plus i think we've started attracting all sorts of rustic western cowboy type wildlife with it as i've found a rather large tumbleweed in my closet...

trick or treat?

7:23 pm

Am much too old and adult-ish already to be running around a-costumed and amock...but on that note...we've just dealt with some unexpected trick or treaters...not boys from fraternities (although i did see a 6 foot pikachu earlier,an ape with a human head, and have heard of some really hillarious wardrobe malfunctions involving children's costumes and full sized individuals), not some happy friends dropping by to spread good cheer...actual 4th/5th grader trick or treaters...luckily super-roommate came to the rescue with some candy on hand...i just loomed evilly in the background...leering in my banana pajama pants...hissing...

7:35 pm

best friend just phoned from third floor...apparently she has also just been visited by the lone group of trick or treating hooligans...i answered the phone and could barely hear her...

Your Frances (ME): ...hello?

Best Fry: ...*whisper whisper*

Me: ....HELLO?!

Best Fry: ...oh my god you will not believe what just happened to me...i just got trick or treated

Me: We just did too!

Best Fry: ...yeah, but the older kid took off his mask and said 'ooooh, dang*'

Me: ...ooooh...

Best Fry: ...a CHILD!

Me: ....yeah, but...(pouting slightly)...they didn't do it to me...

Best Fry: ... A CHILD!!!!

-click-

*as in a suggestive way...not a 'put some makeup on woman' way...as my best fry doesn't need makeup...consequently i may have to smother her...

...she dealt with the situation gracefully saying she had no candy and then shut the door...whereas shortly after our door shut them out, i stood their seriously thinking about whether or not i should run for my camera to snap a few pics

P.S. i'm really not a smotherer...i love me best friend loads...i plead the fifth!

P.P.S. but really...what were the justice type people thinking when they wrote that fifth amendment in there...i mean it would really just make things so much easier if the guilty people were allowed to just confess...i mean if they did decide to tell the truth and everything...

P.P.P.S. this is why i need to never be a lawyer...

weak kneed and tongue tired...

6:40 pm

applause pour moi...have dusted, vaccumed, done massive amount of laundry, and changed sheets...am very very domesticated thank you vair muchas graciassa...anyways, i was going to use this to really expand on my weekend but i'm a little too tired from all the martha stewartness i've been emulating/exuding/oozing from every porous bit of my body for the past few hours...so here are the REALLY interesting bits...

-steven colbert was officially at usc for his official speeches and official recieving of the official key to the city and he completely officially ran around the crowd and threw official doritos at everyone

...he also made a baby cry...and is now my hero because of it

-after waiting for cold cold frigid temperatures in the outside areas of the backstage tabernacle...mon gang and me ambushed paolo before he got into the tour bus...if i thought that i melted away when he looked in our general direction and sang "loving you" to us...i was wrong...i actually understood what he said this time ... "thanks guys"...reminder to self to brush up on scottish boy speak

-after finishing classes today and breaking down becuase of my car...sweet dear mummykins attempted to cheer me up as follows:

Me: iggg jush sho shtreshed ang ogg i hagge thamfph my caaaaaa....*wailing*

Mummypoos: Frances, calm down...college is when you're supposed to make mistakes and it's going to be like that...just don't be like those kids...

Me: ...aaaaaaaaggggggg...whorg?

Mummypoos: ...you know...the ones on the news...who died in a burning shack...one of them was from clemson and i think...6....or 5...or the other ones were from usc and it was an electric accident on the porch i think, they were all just having like a liccle party inside and then a spark or something and they all burned

Me:...........

needless to say...i think i'm much better now after our liccle chat...

fall break fabulousnessossityoushless...

7:35 pm

Thursday: wet and rainy, drive home on new stretch of highway 5 which was fab, getting the poop scared out of mes with the really good and yet highly disturbing "30 days of night"
Friday: drive back to the woff, drive down to columbia to regroup with part of the highschool gang
Saturday: drive down to Atlanta, AMAAING BLOW YOUR MIND SENSELESS FOR THE REST OF YOUR SANE EXISTENCE Paolo Nutini concert
Sunday: finally fall asleep at 7 am, wake up at 2, back to the woff at around 5, start work...



one of many amazing moments

impulse...shmimpulse boohoos

7:38 pm

holy poop! maximo park is playing with travis in north america AGAIN! and once again i can't gooooo....gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...please excuse my essence/being/soul/will to muster strength and trek on escaping my body throught every single pore in my body...

...even painting can't soothe the music moody blues that are grappling with my happiness...i feel so VISCERAL...ahahahahaha okay i feel slightly better...

7:42 pm

...i would post a picture of my artistry...but i haven't finished painting the crucial shoe area...and i don't want any of you miserly grumpy old man type art thieves par Internet to steal my workamundo...

...not that i don't love you too...

...hack...

oktobahfessssst

6:37 pm

...once again this chronic debilitating disease catgeorizable disorder of forgetting to bring my camera at the most inopportune times has bit me by the ankles and i am chafing...ie. oktoberfest festivities in burwell have slipped by undigitized...but as i am loyal to your needs of reading this blog much in the same way we all need ice cream and fast food and trashy food that tastes oh so good but is really oh so bad and makes you feel hungry a mere hours afterwards, i will do my best to create a mental image with my wunderbarrr voooords...

oktobahfest burweezy style:

"tikki tikka tikkeee tikkkaaaaaah boooooooombaaaaa...oktobahfest is wuuuuuundahbaaaaah"

*polka-y type sound of music plus hops oom paa paa*

the smell of struuuudel and brats

the sight of people chewing on whole roast chickens

getting caught with my finger in my mouth by a professor as i unsuccessfully tried to get pretzel out of my teeth

watching someone scrape their pretzel on the edge of a trash bin to deshalten it before examining it closely and then chomping contentedly on it

"yodeldooodlepoodlediddlepiddlefrooddledooohoooooo"

an oddly disturbing sight of a lederhosen clad bandmember gyrating passionately with his clarinet to an oddly tyrolian take of a tango sounding tune type thing...

...really was quite a funsy fun way to end my wendesnesmessday...all around me people's cheeks were growing rosier and rosier, hair was suddenly sprouting blonde, blue eyed little tots wound their way around the legs of the crowd ringing cow bells and trailing flowers as they went, the snow covered alps suddenly sprung from the carpeted floors, and i wished i was back in Austria with the fam singing "Eidelweiss" under the false notion that it is really the REAL Austrian national anthem and if it isn't it really should be since it's much more lively and poetic-like than the tish tosh Motzart wrotethshpunkalunked...

-i'm really not as ignant as you may think, and i hope i haven't insulted any ricola munching, hornblowing, alpenhorn wearing german speakadeeying individuals...i really do love you...just as i love singing "DIE HILLLLLS ARE ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIWE, MIT DIE SHTOUUUUUND DER MUUUUUSSSSSSIIIIIIK" while swirling in a breathless frenzy in any weather...

-sorry...

fall break is fast approaching!

2:05 pm

must admit that today was not bad at all...for a wed that is...humanities, as one of my favourite classes, was not only touched by a cookie/treats/breakfast of champions angel but also ended with a heated discussion of harry potter...in which i was caught between laughing hysterics and tutting and shaking my head at comments while pretending to be as intense about muggles or magic...but even this could not top the squirrel story that sent me out into the rain actually smiling for once...apparently one of our classmates was witness to an amazing caregiver of a mother squirrel that, noticing one of its brood had fallen from the tree, quickly scuttled down and swooped its babe in its arm...it then proceeded to scurry back up to the highest branches and toss its injured child to the wind and back down to earth...repeatedly...i only hope my family would do the same for me

...on the burwell side of things...






fries a la c-c-c-cinnamon et ketchoop...as exhausted as my friend was at lunch, she didn't realize that she mistook the cinnamon for seasoning and brought this lovely creation to my attention...i then made a fool of myself as i yelled without thinking "oh my god let me take a picture!" and ran through groups of people to my backpack and camera...meanwhile we also overheard someone pick up the cinnamon, and hoping they would make the same fatal mistake, were sorely disappointed when their lucidity returned and they looked around before exhaling "...almost made a bad move..."

P.S. end of highschool does not put an end to murphy's laws-ish happenings such as blemishes and cold sores lurking menacingly and then maliciously popping up before a date...as my cold sore and extremely noticeable nose nuisance show...perhaps if i showed up wearing a really gorgeous, flattering type outfit complete with paper bag or matching guy fawkes, the incredible hulk, batman, spider-man face mask declaring i really really really absolutely love halloween?

craterfacedly yours, frances

monday, monday...

3:39 pm

Due to ethernet capabilities/facilities...(smartness is already eeking out of my brain because le school is truly getting to me already)...have not really started homework in any productive way as of yet...even though i am in the very silent(ish) great oaks hall...and have my computer set up all nicey comfy like...and books and papers spreawled about...and have a very thougthful, intelligent, ohmygodwhatisthatwordonthetipofmyfingertips look on my face as intense as a birthing doe...whatever that means...anyhow, was greeted back home (funny enough that the cramped unheated quarters of marsh should actually be home sweet home...though seriously lacking such elderly home accents as knitted tea cozies, and other woolen masses passed of as slippers, mittens, inanimate children's pets etc...all the while smelling of mothballs...BUT i digress...was greeted by a lovely ickle spickles "O" drawn in sharpie on the top of our door...what would possess a sasquatch of a human to make official to the world that the residents of mah room, namely me et mon roomie are "o" for "ormazing"...lovely to see that wofford really does notice the good qualities in each student...ahahahahahhahahahaha...you may call it egotism, but i call it truffs...trooof...

on a happier note, the dreary, cold, and grey weather today was ameliorated (fancy shmancy word ah thank you) by the flashbacks of "Romeo et Juliette" making me burst out into spastic, red-faced, can't breathe properly fits of laughter... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON, JAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!" *in best operatic breaking the looking glass sort of prima donna voicey voice*

here's to looking frantically for the silver(ish) lining under the rain clouds for the rest of the four day week (yippeee!...best not leap out of my chair anymore in great oaks, as my fellow wofflermate...er...fellows are probably already peeved that i rushed in still chewing a bit of bagel and gushing loudly to my friend about the coming paolo nutini concert)...did a little heel click under the table for good measure...

yours as toujourzzzz, frances

weekend...away from the woff...yet AGAIN

4:55 pm

will head home in approx. 2 hours...or perhaps will stay the night and head back in the wee hours of the morning...anyhow...highlights and lowpoints of weekend thus far:

1) being woken at the atrocious hour of 9 am on saturday by the rudest person alive

*the phone rings*

a very groggy me: ...herrrrrrggggooooouggh?

rude rudie: areughihosdg?

me: um...HELLO?!

*click*

-first of all...if you're going to wake someone up with a misplaced phone call at least have the decency to apologize because that person can't get back to sleep and therefore only had 5 hours of sleep!!!!

2) Romeo et Juliette opera...most of the fun was in dressing up and primping for the event...it was a lot of fun considering the ten dollar student rush tickets...but my tears quickly dried up when juliette stabbed herself about two meters away from romeo and thus had to drag her limp body across the stage to collapse in time on romeo's chest

3)being sick AND injected with medicine's finest influenza vaccine makes sleeping incredibly uncomfortable...as does my younger sister waking me up at eight in the morning asking if i'll drive an hour and a half out into the country to get her a jacket...i couldn't fall back asleep yet again, making my goal of sleeping in officially unatainable until the day that i retire

gwor

2:30 pm

i think i'm the only emotional twit ever who has broken into frustrated tears and screams to john lennon's "whatever gets you through the night"...

2:35 pm

...must be mature college student about this whole thing...am acknowledging and accepting my ambivalence towards school...is exactly like how i feel towards such things as family, and my dog...i love it...i just don't like it...

2:36 pm

Edith Piaf is not helping...