Update

Today Ulrika brought to my attention the fact that I haven't updated my blog since leaving Portland. Well, many of us haven't. I may have lost some interest, I may be busier. It's completely possible that I'm just as busy or even less, but have no need to procrastinate and therefore no need to write down my spontaneous, though inspiring thoughts on shit going on. Yes, I said shit going on- I like to put things eloquently. Since I've gotten back to LA, I've had to face it that I have a curfew- as retarded as that is to a girl who's lived away from home for a year completely self-governed. I got home at 2:30 last night and the parents flipped. How can they blame me when Alex's bed is just sooo comfortable?

My car has been fucking with me lately. Most of it is my fault but let's deny the possibility of any fallibility on my part. I got a parking ticket- I didn't read the posted sign. My battery died and I had to get a jump from AAA after waiting for an hour in the million degree sun. Of course, it died because I was waiting in my car with the air conditioning on for about half an hour. Then yesterday the blinkers died and went to hell. I got that fixed but missed about half a day of work. The ABS light comes on every once in awhile as it has since we got the car, but supposedly nothing is wrong. The bottom of the car is shit from going over too many hard bumps just a little too fast. I blame peer pressure. (Even when I'm alone) Gas is almost $4. Shoot me please.

I'm working 8 hours/day every weekday except when KC comes to visit from June 8-13th. That will be awesome. I'm getting ready for every cliche Los Angeles touring spot, plus the inside scoop from a REAL Los Angelino. (Guess who)

I'm probably going to Italy and Switzerland with the family and Alex from August 16-23. Anyone else wanna come?

Computer

going away soon.

can't talk, must pack...

Two down, one to go

Finals, that is. After psych tomorrow night, all I have to worry about is packing for LA and moving stuff into the Birchwood/Blake's house. I'll try to get it all into the apartment, but there are already 3 people living there for the summer and I'm not so sure how that's gonna work. Oh right, I almost forgot- I have an interview and training session on Thursday as well for the mentoring program that I'm applying for (starting next year). But that's all! And then I'm off to LA to celebrate Alex's birthday and eat In-n-Out! (I'm not sure which I'm more excited about)

I just got an e-mail from Reed's admission office offering me the dorm host job that they had earlier turned me down for. What a bitch. Finally, my housing situation is settled and wonderful- and then I get this. I politely told them that they should have asked me a week ago because I can't back out of my apartment contract now. Ugh. This would have been SO PERFECT a week ago.

On a better note, KC IS BUYING HER TICKET TO VISIT ME IN LA THIS EXACT MINUTE!!! I'm sooo excited!!!

What the FUUUCK?!?!

What is up with me having crazy. ass. dreams?

The part that I remember starts with watching a volleyball game, none of which was very memorable. We (I'm not sure who exactly "we" is, but we were all stoned) were watching from an elevated platform, a platform that happened to be the other loft bed in my room connected to the bed I actually sleep in. The game was going on in the Palisades gym (my high school). Don't ask how it's connected; dreams aren't supposed to make sense. Ray was on the team facing us, serving the ball, and that's all of the game that I can remember. As we were watching, someone came up to us in the loft and ordered us to leave because we weren't allowed to sit there. We bitched about it among ourselves (apparently we knew and hated the lady) but I was semi-relieved because I was uncomfortable sitting up there and was being pushed off the edge for awhile. So we moved over to my side of the loft, in my bed, and my company was reduced to KC and Lucas. KC and I were talking about how she felt being stoned for the first time, and I really don't know what Lucas was doing there. For some reason, he was SUPER funny. He was our entertainment and we laughed at everything he said. We were there for awhile until some more people entered through the other side of the loft- they were Maeve, Amrita, someone else and maybe Kitty and Madeleine. Sooo weird. Why are they in my dream? Anyway, they somehow got me out of my bed and into the main area of my room.

I was astonished to find that my room had been attacked while I chatted obliviously in bed. All of my blankets and coats and jackets and sheets were sewn together, hanging from all over the ceiling, mainly as a big lump in the center. For a moment I looked around, bewildered, trying to take in the fact that all of my cloth possessions were sewn together in a big heap covering my ceiling. My Reed jacket particularly stood out as I looked closer at the stitches and realized it was forever ruined. The blankets started enveloping me and I became completely covered by the huge clump of soft. I felt hands all around me, grasping me- they were trying to close me in! Luckily, I ducked just in time and escaped before they could secure their hold. But my attempt ultimately failed, as I was caught and pulled back seconds later. They grabbed me again and somehow attached my crotch to a hangar, then pulleyed me up. I couldn't see the actual pulley device because I was hanging upside down, flailing and trying to break free of the hangar. I kept asking what was going on, but they all just laughed, the cruel spectators that they were, and kept pulling me upward. The hangar ripped through my pants and I cried in desperation for any sort of assistance, but no one came to my aid. All the while, Michelle is taking pictures of me and laughing, telling me to smile. Finally, I force a smile through my pleas for release, in hopes that my torture and embarrassment will end, and it does. I see the flash of the camera and then am awakened by Alex's call.

Like I said, WHAT THE FUUUCK?!?!

PLEASE KILL IT, PLEAAASE

There's a daddy long-leg in the corner above my bed and I need it removed. If you love spiders, you can take it outside. But I don't want it near my bed. Someone, please please please respond to my desperate cry for help!

Colbert on C-SPAN

Stephen Colbert is a genius

What is it about boys

that makes girls forget about their friends?

Our lunacy, it's so beautiful

YOUR MAGIC IS WORKING

Baby your magic is working
I lose control of myself whenever you are near me
I feel myself changing
From a guy too cynical for love
into a blushing romantic
Oh honey I'd swim across the Atlantic
just to be near to you I'm hopping like a kangaroo

Baby your magic is working
all of my friends think I'm mad
'cause I talk of nothing but you girl
How you've really changed me
for a guy thought too cynical for love
You've proven everyone wrong
anywhere with you girl is where I belong
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason

Lately I've been so happy
just holding you and gazing into your eyes
like in a movie
You are a star…I mean a starlet,
listen the night we met I fell in love with you
Who'd have guessed who'd have guessed
I'm in love I'm in LOVE!!!

How you've really changed me
from a guy thought too cynical for love
Suddenly I feel as light as a butterfly
and wanting to give love another try
Everything is beautiful and you are the reason

Baby your magic is working
my mirror's reflection is you
looking coquet and smirking
Now your magic is working



Now, replace guy with girl and girl with boy.

P.S. I love Of Montreal. So LSD-friendly, so wonderful.

Speaking of which, WATCH THIS!!! (It's the video for Wraith Pinned to the Mist by Of Montreal)


P.P.S. I feel like such a nerd posting this. Don't hate me for being corny!

Wings

Reading up on The Golden Ass by Apuleius, I came across this picture of Cupid and Psyche that I really like. Beautiful, yes?



And, it got me thinking. I've always had a strange fascination with wings, or at least tattoos of wings. I never thought I wanted one until now. So I googled "wing tattoo" and found this...



Hah.

OK, now seriously. I've always loved this next one. Where have I seen it before? I should really know this.



Next are some I'd actually consider. Well, kind of. I'm pretty indecisive at this point but the idea is pretty appealing. I wouldn't want anything too big.





Well that's all. I'd probably be too chicken to get a tattoo anyway. Haha, get it...chicken...wings...ok not funny. That "joke" was def not premeditated. I'm going to shut up now.

Hotcake House Virginity

has been lost. As promised, it was a bit painful- but I have no regrets. My grease-soaked fries really hit the spot. Saddened by the lack of milkshake, Dave and Ray and I decided to run over to Jack in the Crack and get our fix there. Unfortunately, it was closed. Fortunately, we're a bunch of obnoxious, sweet-talking college students who got the drive-through man to make us milkshakes through the drive-through, despite the strict "NO WALK-UP" rule. He even upgraded our drinks to a bigger size. What a wonderful man. I don't know if it was the purity of his heart or desperation caused by absolutely no human contact in the middle of the night that made him do it, but I'm thankful either way.

Phew...

I finally have a place to live next year. In the Birchwoods, right next door to the aPARTYment. Hell yes.

And, I'm much better with Tedros now. I told him that I figured out my housing situation (and told him to visit me every time there's a party in the Birchwoods), and he replied:

Im really glad it all worked out for you, i told you it would. I will come to all the apartyment parties as long as you come round for some BBQs or something.

Renn Fayre!!!

Yeah, it was pretty much what I expected. Very Reed-esque. Details to come when I actually have time to write.

I HATE FINALS.

Much love,
Aline

If I had a TV

I would watch the Chelsea Handler show Fridays at 10:30 on E!

Chelsea's Website

Stress

Apparently I'm stressed out. I don't feel very stressed, but I am continually bombarded with reminders manifested as physical pain, first in my neck and then in my mouth. I'm not going to bore anyone with details, but I just want to put it out there that this pain has been quite a hindrance to what I need to accomplish before the year ends. And when I say year, I mean school year, which is only about two weeks away. I'm starting a journal to rant about everything and everyone and write all the things that would be offensive if repeated out loud. I'm sure it will be pretty boring actually, but it will be good to have something to just get all my thoughts into. Not that I don't love my blog, but let's face it, it's gotta be censored and interesting to work. It would be hard to find readers (is that what I really want anyway?) if I talk about how great my lunch was every single day.

I need a house. I'm not in a good place to discuss what happened regarding the previous house that Dave and I were set on. I'm also now alone in the search for a place to live. Dave and I decided it would be easier for each of us to find a place if we went our seperate ways. I'll admit it's frightening, to say the least. I hate being so unsure about something so crucial. There's a naked, vulnerable feeling about the matter that I need to fix or I'll go crazy. I need the stability and reassurance of knowing that I have a place to sleep next year. I know what I'm going to try to do but I'm not sure if I can find forgiveness in my heart and gather the composure to ask.


Wanna see a retarded blog about Renn Fayre?
Ulrika is RETARDED. Literally.

Kate Moss

I love cokeheads. Watch this video. I promise you'll laugh.

MossTril 5000

3 Days 'til Renn Fayre!!!

Oh My God. It is so close. This is what people talk about from the first day of school. This is the very reason that some people go to Reed. This is excitement nearing its climax. All the energy, all the adrenaline, ALL of it is coming together. I've been reading the schedule in the Quest and looking at the colorful map. It's hard to recognize our campus, even on a map, covered with a crocodile in place of the blue bridge, a ferris wheel (KC you were wrooong, there IS one), a lost boys fort, hammock garden, mermaid lagoon, beer garden, swimming pool of tapioca balls (eew), a maze (oh god), meatsmoke pirate camp, giant magnetic poetry board, human chess and bowling, crocodile clock tower, CHVNK structure, giant tetherball on the flagpole, pinwheel garden, giant inflatable monkeys (which I'm not exactly sure about the relation to Peter Pan but sure...), foam party, a geodesic dome covering all of Eliot circle and more more more!!! Reed college is truly transforming into Neverland. I need to get my "lost boy" costume together. This is going to be awesome.

Best of all though, Alex is coming. Yay for Thursday night!

6 Days 'til Renn Fayre...

I kind of stole these pictures from other people's facebooks...(of Renn Fayre last year)

hot air balloon on the lawn

shitloads of people

picters (the ones covered in blue paint. yeah they're naked.)

drunkenness at the thesis parade

Current Excitements

At this point, with barely a week left of classes, actual work seems like a joke. Yeah, I still have a hum paper to write and a lab write-up for psych, but all the rest will slide by before I know it. I'm not even worried about finals in a week (though I probably should be) because there's so much happening before then. And by "so much" I mean Renn Fayre, the best party in the nation after Mardi Gras according to Rolling Stone. And as much as I don't want to say it, after Katrina, I'm not sure that New Orleans has too much on us anymore. Renn Fayre is known to change lives. Needless to say, I'm pretty excited.

Now, for the playback of recenticity. That means recent things that have been going on and yes, it is a word. Or it is now that I've used it. All that it takes for a word to become official is one-time use by Aline. How else would words like "splendiferous" or "angrifying" be integrated into mainstream language? Exactly.

So apparently $700 was spent on weed on 4/20 to be given out to the student body for free. I guess I missed out on the potfest on the front lawn. Oh well. Anyway, Jess was one of the lucky many who partook in the lawn hashing, and brought back some pot to smoke later. As in yesterday. Except the pot that she brought back smells and looks overwhelmingly like oregano. I kind of died a little thinking of everyone smoking oregano on the front lawn. And when I say died, I mean of laughter of course. Smells like pizza!!! All was solved when we found a baggie of REAL pot in the backseat of her car, but I still find it terribly amusing knowing that oregano was smoked.

After getting super happy off of real marijuana in my cracked pipe (cracked, not crack) (and whoever broke it is going to HELL btw), we headed off to the hum play (or Hump Lay). Everything I learned in hum the entire year, compiled into a comedic representation of reedies and our stereotypical lives, stoned. It was amazingly hilarious. I hear it was just as amazing sober. I'm sure any normal person would have no clue what the fuck was going on, but that is exactly how we like our inside jokes. Inside. I have to admit that I totally missed Angelique stripping as Lysisistrata. I was transfixed on the dancers around her and only remembered to focus back on her striptease at the end when all the clothes were already off. Oops. I guess there wasn't much for me there anyway.

Yesterday was also very eventful because I found the house that I'll be living in next year. Dave and I accidentally took a huge detour, but we finally got to the house and decided that we NEED to live there. It's a crazy cheap ($1000/month), 5-bedroom house (plus the basement where we could stuff at least one person) with a garage and yard and all the appliances. It's beautiful. I can't wait.

This evening we had a wonderful girls' night out- we went to a cute Japanese restaurant in Sellwood and had a great time. I loved smoking cloves, taking pictures, wearing sunglasses and listening to Nelly in the backseat. Now that's old school. After that, we headed to a classy dessert place on 34th and Division called Pix. I'm only saying exactly where it is so that I remember to make Alex take me back. I ordered a SHAZZAM, possibly the most delicious dessert there. The only way to tell, though, is to try them all. I'd be glad to be the one embarking on that endeavor. Uh huh. Since everyone loves pictures, here are some samples from the night:

At the Japanese place (Lisa, Jess, KC)

Car picture-taking (an essential to every drive out)

At Pix

420 at Reed

Basically, 4/20 at Reed is like every other day at Reed...the entire campus is high, EXCEPT people like me who don't usually wake and bake are getting up and smoking like the rest of the potheads. So I got up in time for smoking before psych lecture at 10:30, giving me a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Ok, twice. But that's another story. This was probably the earliest I've ever been stoned.

Today was also Nitrogen Day at Reed. An attempt to shift the focus away from doing drugs on such a holiday as today? No. An excuse to have a moonbounce in the quad and sell whip-its and t-shirts. So if you weren't already high, you could take in some lovely brain-deteriorating nitrous and get your high thanks to our trusty element nitrogen. Thank you nitrogen.

The most notable event of the day, according to me, myself and I, didn't even involve any drugs. The sheer reed-ness of it all puts a smile on my face. Commons attempted, once again, to create some kind of order in the cafeteria by posting "No shoes, no shirt, no service" signs around. Of course this would NOT be taken well at the haven for self-expression and freedom of choice that we call Reed. A student, dedicated to the cause, decided to take the signs literally...and wear only what was listed as required to buy his dinner. We all turned from the picnic table to see him strutting across the quad and inside commons in only a shirt and shoes. Let's just say I saw more of him than I ever wanted to see. Nevertheless, the spirit was encouraging- and I was once more reminded why I absolutely love Reed above all other schools. We are THAT awesome.

Happy 4/20


*In celebration of the holiday, I also downloaded Dazed and Confused today!!! So come over and watch it with me!!!

I look like a bum

sitting in my robe, devoid of any energy whatsoever. At least I can still type. I give myself some credit for that at least. Why am I getting sick right before finals just like last semester? This is not right. I should be working and studying efficiently, not staying in bed feeling sorry for myself as I'm drugged up on lots of meds. I wish I had a thermometer. But I'd rather sleep. Goodnight.