FYE - Frances Choe

and thus the blog wars have begun

2:32 pm

in response to tomas' outlandish attempts to get under my skin by suggesting that i am stalking him, i would just like to bring to the jury a suggestion that it is in fact ipso lacto he who is doing the stalking as he's managed to run into my path numerous times with an oh so flimsy yet subtly shame faced facade of "um...i'm going to class..."...really...it's all that i can do to look up at the sky pretending i didn't notice his presence and loudly hint "that cloud in the sky looks an awful lot like a particular person whom i shall not name but wish would stop imposing his fearfully fiendish shadows upon my very paths of walking"...and may i also ask the jury a question that has only one answer? ...awhoooooooo was up at 5:30 in the am flipping through my facebook photos...through ALL of my facebook photos mind you?...the one answerable answer to end all answers...TOMAS...and exactly who called and breathing heavily into my voicemachinebox said "wat's up" and then creepily hung up?...TOMAS...but will ascend my shiny pulpit type thing of condescending maturity above this sort of using ones blog authority for evil and not for good and this is the last word i will give on this subject...(at least possibly for the nest 24 hours)

on a more important note, the weather is toying with my hope filled dreams of beach loveliness a la spring brekky, the only good thing about the cold weather is that the smell of fish doesn't hunt ones oh so offended nostrils down...there is a certain sort of tree much resembling the dogwood with an essence de fish...meaning, that as they line a certain pathway from main to olin, one has to walk down fish lane and hope that one's possible last breath lasts them lest they show up with a disgusted look on one's face that can last as long as the smell persists...ie an ungodly amount of time...unless of course one's face normally looks disgusted and perturbed to which i can only say that the fishy fishy trees might be a pleasant excuse...but as i have yet to see someone with this sort of innate facial structure at wofford i will point a questioning finger in the air and ask who thought it would be a good idea to line an entire walkway with fish trees?

6:58 pm

so, wofford being the small quintessential small commune that it usually, generally is i need to learn to master e-mailing professors, on the one hand one is free to do that while expecting a nar-immediate respond equal to that of answers to prayers dropped like babies from storks on methamphetamines...ie. rather quickly...on the other hand, we must often stop and remember "Watch what you were about to say/do...she is NOT your good friend" when we have the sudden urge to smile widely and eagerly while remarking, "GREAAAAAAAAAAAT midterm, eh?" upon passing profs...same goes with e-mails as i either come off as a pretentious stuffy takes everything too seriously student writing "Dear, Dr. so-and-so/Mr. so-and-so if you would be so kind as to answer a question that has been plaguing me for quite some time, and i have not had the good fortune to find an answer to as of yet.  As it has come to my attention, that..."etc. or like an eight year old blowwing bubbles while eating a popsicle and riding a tricycle up drury lane, "hi! so...er...i hope you had a great weekend :) and i was just thinking that maybe i should...blah blah blah blah etc. sunshine and smiles and hugs and sticky sugary popsicle stain kisses"...

on that sugary note, i dreamt that i woke up twice this morning before i finally realised i was actually not brushing my teeth in the subway but in fact still sleeping and then jumped out of bed...i also happened to dream that i ate a lightbulb and was disgusted all day as i keep thinking i can taste it...

lip-syncing emotionally to meat loaf's "it's all coming back to me now"...and picturing him as he was in fight club, therefore also creeped out that i can't get a singing robert paulsen out of my head...

"we'll never be as beautiful as the parakeets in istanbul", Frances

4:02 pm

number of phones stolen by crackhead: 2

number returned: 1

basically, God, the upper eschelons of the holies, Cher, John Lennon, and Buddha do not want me to excercise as it results in a chase across sparkle city with the bestest campus safety crew on a mission to retrieve stolen goods and reprimand a toothless thief...

in other news, i've just come in from a walk cross capmus from olin to marsh and look as if i had a crazy idea to see what it would be like to take a shower without undressing.

coffees consumed yesterday: 3-5...ambiguity becuase it wasn't working and so i'm not quite sure exactly how many i had

intense burning passionate desire to skip forward to spring break on a scale of 1-10: 25

diseased

10:53 pm

sick.again.symptoms being: sore throat, constant fatigue, heavy droopy puffy eyelids, spasms before sleeping, declining responsability, spring break itch, possiblity of delivering unwanted golden retriever half-breed infant.

ricola bonbon type green tea with echinacea drops consumed within 48 hours: an exorbitant yet rather useless amount

surely not helped by the hilariousity of amnesty international's on campus v monologues...or trying to sing along to "chasing pavements" while also trying to imitate adele's voice

learning to love her germy bacteria harboring mucousy coughing scratchy throated self and you in the greater wild world. frances

P.S. cannot extend that love to little children just yet as the lawn was overrun by hysterical, cheerful, rosy cheeked screeching knee high tots amidst thousands of brightly coloured plastic eggs and a rather over zealous six foot bunny...laughing and smiling in their midterm-free existence, and all i could do was cough and hack maliciously with slitted eyes and gritted teeth under a cloudy overhang of self-induced procrastination, contagious illness, and adolescent jealousy...

not that one should be wary of me around children...it was just the sunday talking

10:42 am

so...car is officially being totalled...history midterm yesterday...no class until mooooooooontag...

on another note have recently become addicted to cafe mochas de java city, terrier bucks situation rather dismal though as have about 80 left, how does one spend all this fake money without guilt and incredibly quickly?

once i shake of this end of week sleepiness that still hangeth over my muggy head like a stinky clod d'air will re-bloggereth...

9:49 pm

have just now realised. that i do indeed love wofford...or at least the people i've recently gotten to know at wofford.

on that note, i do not love the fluctuating weather we are currently experiencing, more moody that a preteen who's mummy has yet to fetch them at the movie show.

and am quite sure that our group in miliken today annoyed everyone else as five phones went off, all of us spoke way too loudly a cause de headphones, we were moaning and complaining, and then would burst into loud, random fits of laughter that rolled around like giant steel balls ruthless and demolishing everything in their way...best go to acorn cafe next time

P.S. just a random thought, but i wonder what it would be like to brush my teeth inside my room and then spit out the window?

rainy day moos

1:01 pm

have just come in...from trying to avoid beheading anymore wormies that have wound up on the sidewalk, flooded from their grassy abodes...like gnomes during the chocolate refiner's strike of 340 B.C.

anyways, so...first time using a blue book for the english midterm...unfortunately i spent my time badly...but today is friday meaning a) hours of no work lie ahead, where of course after the first two hours will turn into unbearable boredom as i've no car...b) family coming down on sunday to take me out to eatsy poos...and mum will most likely see my new industrial piercing and then proceed to sneakliy yank it out while i'm chewing and not paying attention...only in sparkle city is it sunny and warm one day and then around 50 and soaking the next

and only in miliken under the watchful brassy eye of the baby abe statue could something as hilarious as my best mate managing to cheer me up while studying happen:

(pointing agape at my norton anthology of english literature) Best Fry: "what...is that..."

(miserable and on the verge of spending all my terrier bucks in one impulsive indulgent spree to avoid studying) Moi: "study material..."

Best Fry: "it's like...the Bible, but worse...at least the Bible has colour...when. Jesus. speaks..."

ahghahaghaoiwehgoiahhaahahahasjhfghghgahghahahaghahha

and soon i'll put some pictures on here for those infernal cavemen who try to read this but can't...who gesticulate wildly while beating each other over the head with the striking chocolate gnomes in confrustfragulidolatriation...

off to nap and begin weekend dreaming, yours, frances

8:50 pm busybodybusybeeme

first midterm of the semester this friday!...but am not freaking out, yet, not in the least, no i am not one bit afraid that i will have a horrible blank space in my brain during the 50 minutes on friday and thus burn holes in my gpa and self-love...is quite far from my mind in fact, as far as indonesia is from madagascar...or vegitarianism is from feminism...which is apparently not v. far as i've learned after "the sexual politics of meat" serving as one of what are sure to be many interesting presentations as part of women's history month here at le woff...on that note, i'm going to be one of the speakers at the gender conference on the 25th, i'm to read a paper writ for my spectacular spectacular humanities class last semester...already i can see myself stumbling over words, drooling like an ape with a packet of alka seltzers and waking up with no clothes on behind the podium having to speak in front of an audience composed of my kindergarten sweethearts, historical-type idols, napoleon bonaparte, and obscure family members...anyhow, refuse to think about crushing, crippling, next few  years at wofford ruining possibility as am most likely worrying too much and being melodramatic as usual...or perhaps not...

a few life lessons from the past few days:

1) if you go to milliken after about 5:30 during the week it's nearly impossible to get a table with socket and ethernet jack, so you'll have to sit at one of the high tables in the acorn cafe meaning a) little work, much people watching, pretentious coffee sipping, and high pitched guffawing and laughing as if one is just the most intelligent and cultured little piglet sipping mochalatteabominationswithmilkandcoffeeandsugarandsplendaandeverythingnice beverages to have ever graced wofford (or at least i picture is what i look like as i travel inbetween brow furrowing and imitated frustration while angrily pelting books about and flipping pages resembling what i think makes me look angsty and busy and stressed but probably just annoys everyone around me) and b) akward stretching and angling of body parts when you've set up your laptop and pens and books in a colour coded order and then have to find note paper out of your backpack.on the floor.6 feet below you. while trying to stay seated.

2) do laundry on weekday's, preferrably during mealtimes or afternoon hours

well off to water my brain in the shower and hope for divine inspiration in the conditioner mix, yours, frances

p.s. laughing at dear ol' mummy kins "well, just call me if you want me to come pick you up and take you home for the weekend" was probably not the best thing to do...

7:53 am on a saturday...tsk tsk

once again i find my sleep patterns all crazily regulating itself so that even if i've had an espresso i can fall asleep problem and worry free an hour later, and then no matter what time i go to bed i can be up and sunshine and bubbles in the room at this hour when annoying birds are twittering away, preening themselves, digging worms, and celebrating the natural beauty of their voices cacophoniously merging to wake me up...but i digress i suppose...black and gold last night...pictures to follow :)