Picture Recap

I haven't posted pictures here in a long, long time. It's time to catch up.

I miss Blake.


And my KC Deane.


I think this is going to turn into a picture story of the year (school year) up until now. I can't believe I've been so lame about posting pictures. Forgive me.

There were parties.


And kissing.


Matching plaid.


Sun. PDX. What?


Cuties.


Sometimes we are black and white.


Sometimes there are sunsets.


We go to pool hall formals. And lose. Oh yes we lose. We lose at pool, but not popularity.


Tedros likes pool too.


I swear I am not THAT vain. But I do like this picture. And sparkles.


I also like wigs.


We had a juggler/entertainer at a basketball game.


We match. In case you didn't notice.


My g-ma tried to eat my face.


We gave thanks. To the Schumers.


Everyone was there.


And they were hott.


Hot like Pellolio, who rocks the guitar hero.


So much love.


Josh got plastered and naked. Again.


We welcomed Serena to the family.


I went home to my real family.


My real family likes to take pictures too.


OK, maybe I am that vain.


Had fun at Ulrika's with the LA gang.


Christmas with the Bourne's


Alex likes guitar.


We eat fondue and are very Swiss.


Then I took a road trip with Ulrika to Santa Cruz/San Francisco.


There were big, scary elephant seals.


We went to the Mystery Spot and stayed with Birte.


Then stayed with Eva. Here's the view from the roof:


And on to San Anselmo with Pellolio.


Where we were hot in the tub. Or in the hot tub.


I flew back to Portland and trained up to Washington for a tea party.


When I got back to Reed, it was frozen over.


But I had a cocktail party anyway:








And ate gourmet cake.


Drank.


Did all sorts of really bad things. But how can we resist?


I mean, we're young and in college and basically awesome.


Jake is one of my new favorite people, by the way.


The Girls. I know, we're adorable.



Apparently I drink Carlo Rossi...but I don't quite remember.


More of the San Anselmo gangstas.


We're awesome!!!



From these pictures, it looks like I partied all year and had the time of my life. But really, it flew by and I felt like I was studying the entire time and had no time for friends. I hope to change that soon. I love my friends- they are all wonderful in their own little ways and I want to see more of them. More, more, MORE!!! And that's why I'm having a dinner party on Friday. Taco night, to be exact.

This may be addiction

I go to the fruit stand almost every day now.


I'm going to get my CPR certification. As soon as I can find a clinic close enough to get there by bus and get it all done on a weekend.

How to give CPR


Oh, and I found out Reed has a scuba diving class. DEFINITELY going to take that next semester.

I was so close to going to the library today. I walked all the way up to the door, then stopped and turned around. I just couldn't do it.

Also, my body hates me lately. I don't know what's going on.

An observation:

I fall up my apartment stairs quite often. It's like I forget that I'm traveling upward and then suddenly I'm on the floor.

Also, now that school is back and I'll need another form of procrastination, I should start blogging again. At least it's my intention. We'll see how it all turns out.

Spring 2007

I can't stand how much I love my classes.

CHEM 102 Chemical Reactivity Glasfeld, Arthur 11:00a-11:50a M W F
CHEM 102 Chemical Reactivity Glasfeld, Arthur 11:00a-11:50a Th
CHEM 102 Chemical Reactivity Glasfeld, Arthur 2:10p-5:00p F
ENG 205 Intro Fict: Postwar Novel Mirabile, Michael 2:40p-4:00p Tu Th
PSY 366 Cognitive Processes Reisberg, Daniel 1:10p-2:30p Tu Th
PSY 366 Cognitive Processes Reisberg, Daniel 2:10p-3:00p M
PSY 373 Learning Neuringer, Allen 12:00p-12:50p M W F
PSY 373 Learning Neuringer, Allen
PE 104 Lower Body and Abs Lombardo, Michael 6:10p-7:00p M W

You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together
Always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

Leaves

Slippery when wet.

Trust me on that one.

November Rain

It's November. It's raining. And I've been listening to this Gus N' Roses song quite a bit lately.

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my
own Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain


Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

YouTube

I just uploaded a bunch of videos to youtube that should have been up a long long time ago.

http://www.youtube.com/user/alinerbeaner

You should check it out, you may just be on the internet without even knowing it...

Interesting

November is apparently Res Life's "Relationship Month", according to the e-mail I just received. I guess I won't be celebrating.

Question of the Day:

Who wants to give me a back massage?

Will YOU be the lucky one?

Alex, Ulrika, Los Angeles, and Disneyland

Yay! Home again, home again. Alex tonight. Alex tomorrow. Disneyland tomorrow. Ava's birthday the day after. Molly the day after? Relaxation, fun, sexxxx. Yumm. (That was for you Ulrika)


Meanwhile...I requested these friend details from William who's been ignoring me like a little bitch...

William was a real Acadec nerd, Aline was a closet nerd. The two developed their closest relationship online where they would talk to each other almost every day about anything and everything. Willy had a little crush on one of Aline's friends, a crush that might later ruin him and even possibly tear his friendship with Aline apart. When the two went off to college, things began to change. The tear-filled Willy at graduation became a drinking, partying William Carrillo who no longer wanted to associate with Aline. He didn't bother to contact her, he didn't answer her attempts to catch up via facebook or aim. He left Aline wondering, where is my Willy? Has he been infected by the pain we call love, the bitch with no sense of immorality...is he STILL not over the girl (if you can call her that) who never liked him and never will? Aline can only wait and hope that William has the decency to explain himself.

Don't you?

Don't you just love finding a plastic baggie full of pot under your table, blended in with the carpet?

I do. Too bad I can't keep it.

The Universe:

Would a doughnut-shaped planet ever work?

Just wondering.

Also, I just heard on the radio. "Every day counts, but only one day matters." What?

7 Deadly Sins

I found this interesting:

Catholic Punishments for each of the 7 Sins

Sin Punishment in Hell
Pride Broken on the Wheel
Envy Placed in freezing water
Wrath Dismembered Alive
Sloth Thrown in Snake Pits
Greed Put in pots of boiling oil
Gluttony Forced to eat rats, toads, and snakes
Lust Smothered in Fire and Brimstone

I heart wikipedia for giving me this knowledge. And I'm very thankful that I've never been guilty of any of these sins. There's nothing like being thrown into a snake pit to change a person.

Casting Call, woop wooop!

Another major motion picture will be filmed at Reed College on
Saturday, October 7. The movie is titled "Into the Wild," and is
based on the best-seller written by Jon Krakauer. The film is a story
about "The young, idealistic Christopher McCandles who abandoned life
as most of us know it for the Alaskan wilderness." "Into the Wild" is
directed by Sean Penn, and stars Emile Hirsch, William Hurt, and
Marcia Gay Harden, all of whom will be on campus. Filming will take
place on the front lawn in front of Eliot hall, the Eliot driveway,
and the canyon foot bridge.

There will be an extras casting call for
all Reed students, staff, faculty, alumni and neighbors this Sunday,
October 1, from 1 - 6 p.m. in Vollum Lounge. They are filming a
commencement scene, and need 600 people. They are looking for adults,
age 18 and older, to work as paid extras. Please bring a photograph
of yourself (non-returnable). $75 for 10 hours, overtime after 10
hours. No experience necessary.

I think I should do it. After all, the best actresses are from LA...(are they?)

Phew

All is well in the realm of KC. Thank Allah.

In other news, I've successfully divided a 1 lb. bag of skittles (arranged by color, of course) and put them into an Izze bottle so that they resemble that tacky colored sand art that you make at festivals. It's beautiful, I must admit, but every time I want a skittle and I tip the bottle a little to get it, the colors mix a bit. Rats.

Also, I should be doing my english paper. I'm on the end of page 4 out of 6 and I literally have NOTHING more to say. And that is why I am blogging instead of brainstorming. Really, I think that there is absolutely nothing out there that could contribute to the quality of my paper on this stupid excerpt. Blah. Heeelp. If you want to finish it for me, that would be great.

P.S. I have another post named Phew. I wonder what it was about.

The Very Hungry Caterpillar

The last couple days, on my walk to and from school, I've been very aware of a certain caterpillar. The first time I saw it, I was impressed that it could be so furry and plump and amazing. It was black and brown and amazingly fuzzy. So fuzzy that it almost appeared to be a lump of fuzz, not even a living creature. But it was definitely a caterpillar, and I admired it for being so fuzzy and conspicuous among the sharp grass and rough pebbles along the pathway. After seeing this caterpillar for the first time, there hasn't been one time that I've been able to walk to or from school without seeing it. It somehow mysteriously catches my eye every single time. Even this afternoon on my way back to my apartment, I saw it. But this time, it wasn't its usual fuzzy self. I walked up to it only to find it brutally murdered- ripped apart by an evil, ignorant human. If only it was a worm and could stay alive after such trauma! But no, the delicate caterpillar is ruined. Grieve with me.

More than...

More than skittles,
more than Johnny Depp,
more than old school No Doubt,
more than cornichons and goddess dressing and watermelon,
more than ice cream,
more than Reed,
more than reading great fiction,
more than finding that perfect warm spot in bed,
more than children,
more than the ocean,
more than Disneyland (ok, MUCH more than Disneyland),
more than the Breakfast Club and Empire Records,
more than wikipedia,
more than pink,
more than anything and anyone else I know,

Once again, how much I love Alex.

-------ndjfkghketadfagadrnbvioearw--------

FUUUUUUUCK.

phone temporarily (i hope) lost. fuck fuck fuck fuck. don't like this.

call me?

can't sleep, need phone. need boy. not ignoring anyone. dehydrated but too lazy to go upstairs. too weak. sink water? no.

smells like cigarettes? it's me? no cloves left?

sooooo many places to look, no car. walk to holgate/59th? walk to rager? walk to 39th/ellis? party #1, #2, #3, the first or second time at #1 and #3? pool hall? mcdonalds? not ray's car. not my purse. not my pants. where oh where? aaaaahhhhh.

cans rattling outside, why so early? going crazy. talking in fragments. thinking in fragments. why?

fucking cell phone dependence.

I've been a pretty horrible person. I made him cry. I'm relentless and selfish. Selfishly relentless. Relentlessly selfish. I accused him of taking advantage of an old rich woman who doesn't know better, which may even be partially true, but I never wanted him to cry. I don't want him to be sad; I don't want to hurt him. But of course, once again, insensitive Aline is a bitch. I can't seem to stop fucking up. And now I can't even talk to him because he's on his way to the LBC to party with Ulrika et al.

Godammit, I love him. I'd do anything to make him happy. Just look at him.



He's just too wonderful and innocent and beautiful to be sad.

Tuesdays and Thursdays from 1-5, I am very in touch with my princess side.

This is all because of the most adorable girls in the world, Samantha (3)

and Tessa (5)


They're scrumptious, I know. You should see them in person.

Dinner with the Cush

My hum conference from last year has developed rather strangely. We started off as a normal hum conference, bringing up intriguing passages and thoughts for each text we analyzed. And then, we bonded in a way most hum conferences don't. Eddie Cushman was certainly the glue. There are many different sides of the Cush. The first Cushman that we saw, giving the same stuttering spiel to prospies every time as they sat in our class "Hi, my name's Ed, or Eddie Cushman. I teach primarily in the philosophy department...". I'm sure we can all recite it perfectly. Then there's the kid Eddie, who says something amusing and blushes as the whole room laughs. He tries to be badass, but comes off as harmless and cute. There's athletic Eddie, super aggressive and super hyped. Then there's the image of Eddie, the rockstar image. With his boots and tight pants, his leather jacket, you can't get more hardcore than that. I know there are many more Eddies; feel free to add.

So, as I was saying, our conference was invited to his house last night for dinner, dessert and music on his prided soundsystem.
It was not at all awkward- we all got along great and the food was delicious.

While there, it was revealed that Eddie's on youtube. In a Renn Fayre clip, you can see him running down the field at about 30 seconds. It wasn't as impressive as I thought it might be, but you can still tell it's him. Here it is:



But even more importantly, here's Eddie:


My favorite moments of the night had to include Eddie admitting that he frequently hides from Reedies when he sees them outside of Reed and that a good Cuban cigar is like a whip-it.

A Lewis and Clark Party

Honestly, we shouldn't have been surprised. With an endeavor like this, we were set up for failure. When we arrived, we were told of the circumstances. Beer pong downstairs. Beer pong upstairs. And that's it. We walked inside, only to find some guys playing beer pong surrounded by some drunk dancing girls. The whole scene was remniscent of high school. So we walked upstairs, smoked a spliff and went on to the better Reed party. I did, however, get a clip of a drunken huddle before we left the LC party. Think what you will:

Dinner, turned Adventure

Words later. For now, this should suffice.

Announcement

Sooo, Jess decided that I'm making dinner for everyone tomorrow, and since she controls my body and all of my wishes, I guess I am. So everyone who loves me enough to read my blog is invited, 7:00 at my place. And even a few people who don't read my blog are invited. Hopefully they find out on their own, OR learn the valuable lesson that you should just read Aline's blog.

Any requests for food? I'm going shopping tomorrow and have NO IDEA what to get. It will probably be mostly vegetarian for all my veggie-eating friends, but if you INSIST, I can always throw some frozen chicken in the oven.

I don't have any pictures from last night. I know. Shame shame. Kristine will be so disappointed.

I did have an amazing time though. I talked to so many new people who I'd never venture to hang out with if 1) I wasn't drunk and 2) my safe zone of friends were all there. I was on my own and the only way to survive was to branch out and actually talk to people. Talking to people is hard. But oh so gratifying. I'm even invited to watch Project Runway at Natalie's house on Wednesdays. Score!!! I don't know how I got addicted to that show but I looove it. When I found out Angela and Vincent got kicked off, I almost started sobbing- for joy of course. I blame Ulrika for this horrible addiction.

On another note. Funny how hypocritical human beings are. In middle school, I made a pact with my best friend that neither of us would ever smoke, EVER. And look what happened to us. I see it everywhere, people doing exactly what they shun, and it both bothers and amuses me.

I am amazing

Or rather, my dinner was amazing. I made myself some pasta with vodka sauce and melted cheddar cheese with some homemade bean salad and green salad. And a coke. Delicious.

All I'm missing is some wild, raunchy sex. Alex, come here.


Aaaanyway, let's not dwell. For some reason, I'm unusually excited about Beer and Booty tonight, aka Bryson and Noah's house party. I don't even like parties that much.

-hold on-

That was weird. Loud animal noises just started crescendoing outside my window. Scary animal noises. Like raptor noises as they attack and rip apart their prey. Window is now closed and my blinds are down. Nothing more to worry about.

Back to the party. Maybe this is an extreme form of procrastination. I don't want to work (and I have sooo much) and so I put on makeup, brush my hair, basically waste time. It's like I'm pretending that I really need these four hours to get ready for the party. So either I'll look really hot or super overdone by the time I get there. It's pretty safe to go with the second. I better get back to my nails.

Immorality, according to the Reed College Student Handbook

Last year my score on the Immorality Quiz was 173. This year, 366. Damn.

Sooo, we just had a 3-day weekend. Yay for Labor Day. I can't believe it's over. Time is already flying by. At the same time I feel like I've been back in school forever and that we just started. Of course, we did just start. But now I'm just blabbing.

I went to the coast with Jess, specifically Cannon Beach. Listening to hours of music with the windows down while driving, burying ourselves in the sand, smoking on the beach of the famed Goonies. Letting the sun warm us and eventually burn my face to a crisp. The best company I could ask for. Absolutely serene.



The amount of work that I should be doing is monumental. Gargantuan. The amount that I can actually do is still pretty huge. With babysitting and mentoring and working out on top of school work, I don't know if I'll survive this semester.

For some reason, my Bill Maher podcast won't download.

P.S. Still looking for someone to hold me. I should put out a personal ad.

I need

someone's arms to hold me,
someone who doesn't mind tears all over them.
Someone please cry with me.

Aline, official firefighter

No time, too much to do.

But if you've got a fire, you now know who to call.

(me)

In theory.

In theory, everything is perfect right now.
I absolutely love all my classes. Chemistry isn't as bad as it could be. I'm going to get a tutor and everything will be fine. Social Psych and Motivation in Educational Contexts are awesome and my profs are spectacular. English ain't too bad either.
I have an offer for a babysitting job twice a week for 4 hours, $10/hour with a ride there and back. It's perfect.
I'm listening to Disney songs.
I love Reed, I love Reedies, I love Portland. Walking around campus after chem lab yesterday was surreal. Wafting pot everywhere, hip hop blasting from the KRRC and folk in the quad where I picked up a free but messy snow cone and Dano, you could definitely tell it was a Friday. Everyone seemed slightly more relaxed, walking around with free cotton candy or boxing in the big bouncy boxing ring. We'll pretend that alliteration was intentional.
People are wonderful and I had such a great time hanging out with everyone yesterday at Josh/Blake's.
There may be a bins trip in my very near future as long as I'm properly notified.

On the other hand,
I shouldn't get drunk without Alex. It just makes me sad, and definitely in no mood to dance.
I miss Alex.
I miss Ulrika.
I miss the rest of my buddies.
I miss BuBery.
My Costco trip got cancelled for today.
My lab partner is smelly and inept. Not a good combination. I'm definitely switching labs.