FYE - Frances Choe

6:51 pm

in miliken's acorn cafe...and happy as a hopping bunny in the month of may...I will finally be able to see as of tomorrow!!! my new glasses have come in so perhaps this dismal week is taking a turn for the better...although the temperature may be steadily, stealthily dropping nothing can stop my cheeriness from reaching the spirit in the sky with the gift of vision!...no longer will i come back to my table during lunch and realise that i've poured creamer on my salad, or mayonaise in my coffee...

"national express" by divine comedy-ing it up with my headphones, yours, frankie poos

10:47 am

have somehow managed to lose my second pair of backup glasses, rendering me almost sightless...at this very momeny my nose is about 3 inches away from the keypad...and can cause some significantly awkward moments as i only realising i'm staring at someone when the blurry figure in front of me puts its hands up and starts walking away quickly...did, however have enough sight this weekend to be confunded by the middle english of chaucer's "The Nun's Priest's Tale"

"...Three large sowes hadde she and namo,

Three kin, and eek a sheep that highte Malle.

Full sooty was hir bowr and eek hir halle,

In which she eet ful many a sclendre meel;

of poinant sauce hire needed neveradeel:"

...as i am also taking a sociology course: sex, gender, and the family...it is quite awkward when a friend comes over and one is sitting at one's desk with rather risque pictures of human anatomy placed helter skelter in a summer swelter all over the place...urgh with midterms coming up quicker than my blood pressure it is hard to stay optimistic and happy, but i think i spread enough love, bonheur, and good groovy feelings last night when i was walking out of miliken to suddenly have the fresh prince theme start playing oh so loudly out of my back pocket and met with some oh so funny expressions...

samuel smiles under the thunder and rainclouds, yours, frances

9:09 pm

how definitely not to begin a week at wofford...get t-boned in a major car accident and spend 2+ hours in the waiting room while one of your toes is facing your friend...who happens to be behind you...however, after the dislocated, misplaced, mischeivous little thing was so lovingly popped back into place by the doctor and then forced to be taped in various awkward angles under the x-ray, i only thought the worst was over...however...will put the simultaneous tearing and snotting into ones palms in the packed er waiting room for about 40 minutes aside and say that i am perfectly fine right now (albeit with a crippled and swollen toe) and so unfortunately you still have to put up with my inane ramblings...i love you too.

have noticed lately that wofford has become quite the tourist destination of choice for youngins highschool seniors on their search for further clarity in the watery liquid sludgey cess pools of academia...unfortunately at the exact moment a nice fresh faced group was in my residence hall's stariwell i had just started another panicky flashback cry and as i lost my glasses in the crash i had to stumble blindly, puffy eyed and snot nosed through a group of potential students...for that i apologize

second semester really seems to be harder/busier than the first...and when paired with my nervous stutter which made me say "mile" instead of "male", "sdfuoiaw" instead of "hormones, nerves, and biochemical pathways" can surely not be healthy for my grade

however, seeing as i managed to bend over in laughter today outside the mailroom and didn't realise that a group in the room opposite must've thought i was attempting amateur can can antics until i was fully red in the face and having trouble breathing, the future looks so bright, that i may have to wear perscription shades...

smiling and again wearing her heart and peace pinned to both her sleeves, yours, frances

9:54 pm

at laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaast...in lovely etta james-like voice minus the talent i've been absolutely singing with excitement over the fact that marsh now has actual, physical, working with actual physical locks, DOORS on the toilets instead of the flesh coloured curtains...goodbye worries of being walked in on, goodbye awkwardly trying to not touch any of the random, odd stains on said fleshy draperies, hellllllllloooooooooooooo civilization...

on an oddly similar toilet note...in the bathroom the other day in Main thinking only a friend and i were in there, i loudly announced that i would be hiking my dress up all the way above my hips to adjust my tank top underneath, and after following my own trumpeting proclamation realised that i was once again subject to public humiliation...public including one of my professors...but i love her...and have fervently been praying to cher and listening to genesis so hopefully i'll be okay...

hmmmmmm...possibly suggesting i am destined for publicly humiliating (aka useless and resented by all) profession like meter maid or bag lady...however, i also had a dream that i was dancing in a supermarket the other night...oh, but wait...i did manage to salt n peppa push it while shopping for brocolli the other day, soon to be followed by trying to buy gas and then almost crushing my fingers because i didn't know how to properly give the spotty youth behind the glass at ingles gas my money...embarassingly enough he recognized me when i came back the next day and laughed in my face

the prima donna of produce, frances

1:11 pm

inane bizarre things have said in sociology seminar: an inane bizarre amount
boozey monkey vintage posters purchased on a kick for no reason other than to have a boozey monkey poster:1
pieces accepted into the hub-bub exhibit:1 (woohoo!!! here comes a career in a cardboard box plus paints!)
level of personal fitness: incredelelibly bad...but working on it

seminar=table discussion type class where frances is left stranded on the waters of academia with her holey dinky little raft of inept vocabulary, bad ideas, and the papers of readings are blown around in the tempest, as in, i tried to explain the significance of a quote in our reading about how "life is profligate...etc.etc." in dealing with how baby girl fetuses have like a billion ova or whatever, and then by the time menopause rolls around its like 450 and also how we're only left with 10 percent of our fetus baby brain cells...and i said "well...er...it's like...life is excessive and...so, like...we're born with an excess...and um...society today you know it's all if you lose things...it's bad...but she's saying that losing things are just natural and it's natural...and er...that's what life is...it's not bad...boo society...yay womanhood etc etc."... and so on and so forth came really bad ideas out of my mouth which sounded better in my head...probably meaning it should've stayed up in my ten percent of a brain that was backfiring on me...







late (flagellating myself in penance) pictures of the pro-wrestling interim tournament

p.s. the only thing getting me through eternally putting off and forgetting to take my car in for service is the youtube video under the title "Indian thriller-girly man (english lyrics)"

and so another semester springs forth

3:54 am

forgive the horribly bad, disgraceful, dusgustingly unfunny pun...but it is 3:54 AM!!!!!!!!!...and have been up since 2:40...add insomnia to the growing list of things wrong with me, urgh, i finally realised that it was useless to try and force somnolescensessnesssessss...esss...after i had beaten myself round the head and neck several times in an effort to provoke a minor concussion, and then laid awake playing re-runs of tv shows in my head...perhaps it's just anxiety about next semester, which starts in approximately 4 and a half hours...funnily enough i realised only yesterday that i've to bein class at either 8 am or 8:30 am every day of the week, for the next few months...i know it's a minor problem compared to let's say starving children in mongolia (insert pitch for the Wofford ONE campaign here), or the gnomes of eastern europe who still haven't revived the holygoat chocolate fountain industry after the latest trend of hard hitting economic recessions, but as i am feeling tired, frustrated, and oh so angsty i'm going to complain anyways...take that you greedy little wart nosed gnomes!...as i was saying, my first class tomorrow also happens to involve climbing the peaks of main, which normally wouldn't be so bad...it's just that i was thinking that i can hardly walk when i'm bleary eyed and grumpy in the morning, so runnning up stairs rosy cheeked and dandy-like is going to be quite difficult...i also noticed that i have a class in Man 007...007?!...007?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!...

anyhow, as yesterday was superbowl sunday i chose to go see "Walk Hard: the best most historically accurate movie ever made about musik...everrrrrr..." for a second time at the discount theatre...not only did google maps fail me for the first time and so i had to rely on my own shabby knowledge of the city to find it, but about eight minutes into the feature it melted...i expected a mass murdering spectre to appear out of the projector as the youngster dewey's voice suddenly dropped about eighty pitches, his face slowed and expanded, and then the reel bubbled and twisted to our open mouthed dismay...had to come back to campus and nearly jumped out of my skin as roars of people watching the football game spilled out of windows and attacked my already fragile constitution...

experiencing mild indigestion and intense heart palpitations over the 300 dollars now gone for books, yours, Fe Choe