1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?

2) What was your dream growing up?

3) What talent do you wish you had?

4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?

5) Favorite vegetable?

6) What was the last book you read?

7) What zodiac sign are you?

8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.

9) Worst Habit?

10) If you saw me walking down the street, would you offer me a ride?

11) What is your favorite sport?

12) Do you have a pessimistic or optimistic attitude?

13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?

14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?

15) Tell me one weird fact about you.

16) Do you have any pets?

17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?

18) What was your first impression of me?

19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?

21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?

22) What color eyes do you have?

23) Ever been arrested?

24) White or red wine?

25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?

27) What's your favorite place to hang at?

28) Do you believe in ghosts?

29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?

30) Do you swear a lot?

31) Biggest pet peeve?

32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?

33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?

35) Do you believe in God?

36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

These are the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing's users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded.

Bold the ones you've read; underline the ones you read for school; italicize the ones you started but didn't finish; and place an asterisk beside the ones you liked and would (or did) read again or recommend, even if you read them for school in the first place.

While the outbreaks of piracy along the African coast are horrific and traumatic to the victims, CNN sentences like this make my day:

"The International Maritime Bureau, which tracks piracy, said in its annual report earlier this year that global pirate attacks rose 10 percent in 2007, marking the first increase in three years."

Am I a bad person?

OH GOD IT'S THREE THIRTY IN THE MORNING AND I'M STILL AWAKE.

And have I been fucking around on the internet for the past 4 hours? NO, ACTUALLY. I've been beating out an absolute hideous beast of a lab report I should have done 3 weeks ago. I don't usually procrasinate this badly, but hell. When I do it, I do it with a vengeance.

Also, for the record, coffee and coke: caffeine buzz= YES tasty = NOT REALLY.

Back to NMR spectra and analysis of a sodium borohydride reduction of a chiral ketone. Jesus Christ.

UPDATE: I kicked that lab report ass like a Samuel L. Jackson character. OH BABY.

NAKED HIDE AND SEEK.

HE CHEATS HE ALWAYS CHEATS.

Also, unrelated to previous post: It is in fact possible to flatten a C cup into boyish shape fairly well using a supportive sports bra and a length of Ace Bandage. For best effect, hide behind a loose shirt with a pattern or detailing on the front to distract from bumpage. Pair with hip-concealing cargo-pants, slicked back hair and an I've-got-a-sock-in-my-pant walk, and you're ready to grace the stage as a spitting, swaggering, never-washing-the-dishes-ing man's man.

10 things I wish I had right now, in order of desperation:

0. NOT A COLD.
1. A box of tissues
2. Time
3. A sweet cat to pet
4. A break
5. Someone to offer to fix me chicken soup, even though I don't want it
6. A Nabaztagtag. Or a teddybear.
7. Six romantic comedy videos, preferably British-esque (you know the kind with Hugh Grant) and a harlequin romance
8. An understanding of inorganic chemistry
9. Energy

10 things I have right now that I'm thankful for, in no particular order:

1. Family
2. Friends
3. Love
4. Bouncy hair
5. Books
6. An education-in-progress
7. The internet
8. Sunshine (sometimes)
9. A skip in my step
10. The ability to rotate objects in my head. (Screw you, Washington Post.)

I've decided one of the things I want to do before I die is shave a sheep. They look so cute when they're all bald and baaaing!

Poll #1136505 I can't decide!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 8

Should Ava bleach her hair platinum blonde?

Current hair:

Second day back at classes. I read your journals and you all are having such a fascinating, exciting, dramatic and well-traveled time. I wish I were so interesting.

No great social things are looming on my horizon, which is a clumsy way of saying BOYS Aaargh I have no luck. Frowny face frowny face. Or maybe I'm just an unappetizing person to appetizing people. An-y-way, enough complaining about that.

My professors appear to be excellent this semester: my advisor is teaching Inorganic Chem, where the rumor was that she would be handing it off to the visiting prof this year because of illness. Inorganic Chemistry is a big thumbs-up for me, so I'm happy to be taking it from someone as experienced and awesome as she. O-Chem, too, has a much better prof this time around; last term I wanted to gag myself with a rusty spoon and change to a Theatre major. Yes, with an 're' instead of an 'er'. I was that tired and desperate! Physics is the same as always and Intro Analysis is like a big giant fun intimidating logic puzzle; I'm super-excited.

I'm getting really good at bending my back in half and grabbing my ankles by leaning backwards. It's awesome! I'm also getting really good at fencing my possessions on Ebay for extra cash. It's good you can't prostitute yourself on ebay (and yes I know about that one girl who tried) or I could be headed down a dangerous path... Why is life so expensive? Perhaps it would be less expensive if I did not love clothes as much as I do.

Speaking of loving clothes and spending money, are y'all reading Mindy Kaling's blog? Fantabulous for every girl or boy. Kind of bitter-making for those of us who will never be able to afford the things she talks about, but O Well.

Someday I intend to build a castle out of marshmallows, and to slay a mighty zombie dinosaur. I feel extraordinarily silly tonight; I think I'll go dance for a while.

Love,
Ava

PS. Why did no-one tell me how awesome Six Feet Under is? Also that Michael C. Hall's boyfriend looks a little disturbingly like Sgt. Doakes. Eek!

Sometimes the airport is like a mall. When you first walk in and there are people walking everywhere, a little distracted, sometimes in a hurry, their kids are driving them nuts. There are food courts and clothing-shops and everyone who works there seems vaguely pissed off.

Then the airport feels like a minimum-security prison. You'll get out someday, but it always feels so long away, and the multiple "comforts" and "luxuries" are nothing compared to being at home, or seeing people familiar.

At the eighth hour, the airport is a boa-constrictor. Large, dark, and world-eating. You will never get out. You will never be comfortable. You're being strangled slowly; you're a mouse to some larger, more hungry creature. Any minute now Stephen King's gonna show up and start talking about Langoliers. (Did anyone else read that crack-journey of a book?)

On the bright side, met up with allicansayisick and hopefully we'll get back to Reed together in an hour or two. Maybe. Maybe. If we cut through the belly of the beast with the razor-sharp sword of truth! Or something suitably heroic. yaaaay. Also I'm sick. Croak!

<3 y'all.
-A

Gacked from polaris_starz

01. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
02. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
03. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
04. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result as a comment in this post. Also, pass it along in your own journal because it's more amusing that way.

( awesome. )

Among other lovely things, one of my presents this Christmas was a gift certificate to iTunes. I bought a lot of things and maybe you want to hear how wonderful my musical taste is, oh yeah. No, really - if you're constantly prowling for interesting new things to listen to, this might interest you:

( Musical reviews below )

In other news, I patched my favorite jeans fabulously today, winding fabric strips up both legs in scarlet, purple flowered, and brown leather. And I'm currently (well not at this moment 'cause I was writing this entry) working on my lovely friend Michelle's Super-Fantastic Birthday Present. At least I hope it's gonna be super-fantastic. If you end up getting a scarf on the 21st, Michelle, you'll know I failed most miserably.

So, y'all, how's 2008 treating you so far?
Love,
Ava

PS. My 'p' key is being erratic, so I aologize for any missing 'p's.

Nick Cave's songs are far better than his videos. He tends to kind of jump around while singing dark and ominous things.

AHAHHAHAH Kylie Minogue never stops being funny. Especially when she was all 19 and jumping around like the pubescent pop princess she was.

My god, but Regina Spektor is gorgeous. And her videos are like watching those little animated things you got in segmented kids shows (i.e. Sesame Street) where you look through a keyhole and there's a pool, which is in a desert, which is a sandbox, which is in the backyard of a dollhouse etc. etc.

Also, I sometimes forget how fabulous Rufus Wainwright is. But not for long.

And the bad part about obscure two-drums-and-an-old-piano bands is that they don't have awesome music videos. Sad!

It's been said before, and it'll be said again in half an hour by the Californians, but...


HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Dear svilleficrecs. I hate you. I've spent the entire afternoon and evening watching Luke/Noah on youtube. Omg. Currently closing on part 70. I will have NO LIFE for a while.

THANKS A LOT.

(<3)

My current very loose and precarious life plan is:

1. Graduate.
2. Get nicely-paying job with chemistry associations.
3. Work 5(ish?) years. If happy, continue and then skip to step 6. If fucking bored with corporate(?) life, proceed to step 4.
4. Aquire teaching degree.
5. Teach Chemistry.
6. Write Glorious Novel.
7. Make loads of Money.
8. Buy a Nabaztagtag.
9. Marry.
10. Skydive.
11. Retire.
12. Die.

1. Tomato soup
2. The way my feet look in opaque stockings.
3. Mildly intoxicated friends
4. Stories about people who have been in love for a long time and aren't bored or tired of each other.
5. Perfectly curled hair
6. That little divot, right above the hip
7. Different-sounding laughs
8. Andrew Jackson
9. Augustus Caesar
10. Ovaltine
11. Algebra
12. Wrapping presents
13. Dancing
14. People watching me (do anything that's not embarrassing)
15. Small, tight spaces
16. The quality of air, after it's stopped raining
17. The way a two-lane highway looks at night at 70 mies per hour
18. Velvet, silk, lace
19. Someone else's fingers running through my hair
20. Hugs.

So it's been a while and I figure anyone that's remotely interested in me... which is possibly none of you? Oh well, what are journals for but pretending someone's interested, anyway. Anyway, I figure that the hypothetical someone probably wants to know what I've been doing with myself for the last couple months.

It's been pretty busy, I guess - I have two lab courses plus calc and the fun-yet-time-consuming directing. (Why has no one figured out how to combine Theater and Chemistry majors in a useful way yet?) Chemistry this semester has been so decidedly uninspiring it makes me weep. The professor is terrible - and not in that good-but-harsh way; he's incompetent and harsh. I think he probably gave up years ago. The other classes are okay but lackluster - I'm simultaneously stressed with work and a increasingly bored, which is never good. Thankfully, winter break is just around the corner.

As for my personal life, it's dull as usual and fraught with introspective teenage angst. I went for a walk the other midnight and wound up dancing in circles in the empty amphitheater, mostly naked, and then hugged a tree for half an hour. It was nicely cathartic, but calm lent by trees doesn't last, and it's been too cold and soggy to try a repeat performance.

It's been raining for what? three days straight now? Nights like these make you wish for somebody to curl up next to. I'm not even talking romance (and I'm always talking romance) at this point. Just someone who cared about you and could hold you while you sleep. Some days I'm so desperate at the world I throw myself into walls for want of someone to hold me.

And could I sound any more pathetic? Honestly.

One bright thing about this time of year is the shopping. It's no secret that I'm a shallow diva who loves to look at pretty things and spend reasonable amounts of money in their acquisition, particularly if they're for other people. I love to watch people's faces when they get something that they really wanted, or didn't know they wanted but love.

I can't wait to go home and relax, but I'm afraid with how bored I get. Practically no one in Wickyworld will hire you for a month - it's not a big retail town. I could possibly get a job at Jack in the Box for the third time, but gag me with a chainsaw I hope not. It's only slightly better than babysitting. (After much consideration, I've decided that babysitting is the worst thing in the world. Little pay, deadly boring - not even busywork - and I have to interact with small children, with whom I'm incredibly awkward. Pshaw. Give me scalding grills, spitting fryers, and more grease than you can shake a stick at any day.)

Hmm. This has been thoroughly uninteresting. Here, have a picture of a kitten: