Jess

public service announcement.
i am now (intermittently) located here: jesstherobot

does the proper spelling of "intermittently" really contain the word "mitten" in its entirety? apparently so.

Hey, everybody.

I'm emerging, briefly, from my comfy hermit cave, to assure everyone out there in the big huge world that I am still alive, and happily installed at MIT. If you've been trying to call me and I haven't answered, 'tis because my trusty old cell phone has been turned over to my mother for always and eternity, and I've got a shiny new one with an actual Boston area code (!!!). I'll post the number in a friends-type post after this one, in case any of you lovely people want it.

Orientation activities don't officially start until today, so the past two days have involved errands and lots of food with the family. However, I have already spend a goodly amount of time on the EC trampoline, had a group Invader Zim session at 3 am, and gotten escorted off the top of the Great Dome by the campus police at 1 am, along with the rest of my "tour group." So, I'm enjoying college so far. Mwaha.

Today is my first day all alone, as parents and sister disappeared back to Ktown in the early hours of the morn, and there is much to do, so I must be off. Possible updates may begin again, in the event that I get really bored in the wee hours. Who knows.

So, I've been less lj-attentive than usual...instead of just not posting, I've not even been reading my flist, and I'd have to do like skip150 to catch up. My life has been filled with boring necessities or hangings-out that wouldn't be interesting to anyone else, so you haven't missed much by me not posting. If something really crazy happened to you, though, and I totally missed it cause I've not been reading lj, you should let me know. :P

So, I'm creating a new, friends-only livejournal, because this one's not really serving my purposes all the time. I need a place to rant and/or be pathetic from time to time, and this journal, little as I use it, has been mainly used for light hearted accounts of my life in general, and has always been public, so I've never been able to be sure of who's reading it. I'll still continue to use it to these ends, but if you want/don't mind to read my more bizarre ramblings, which will undoubtedly be far more incoherent than they have been here, then, you know, let me know, and I'll add you. Probably. :P And if you don't want to be added...sorry for the gratuitous post.

Hey, random people of lj-land. I thought I'd just post and let everyone know that I'm not dead, nor have I created a new livejournal and not told you the name because I secretly hate you, as many people have surmised (or HAVE I??). My life has just alternated between mind-numbingly boring and overwhelmingly hectic, neither of which are really beneficial to writing online. Um, quick summary of my life as of late, for anyone who cares: I graduated high school, finally, and now I'm just sort of in stasis, waiting for the end of August. I can't wait for school to start again, I visited MIT in April and it is quite positively the coolest place I've ever been in my entire life. Yes. Plus, Ryan, by sheer luck, is going to college in the Boston area as well, so, that's a nice bonus.

Until I can leave Appalachia and run far, far away, I'm employed at Sears, selling hardware and fitness equipment, so, you know, if you need a treadmill or belt sander, I'm your gal. I also need a night job because I'm super-poor, so if you're from the greater Kingsport area and know someplace that needs people to work between the hours of, oh, 10 pm and 8 am, let me know, eh?

So, yep, that about sums it up. I might start writing in here more often, because...it's fun. Who knows. For the moment, I'm off to pick up the Ryan, who had his wisdom teeth yanked and thus cannot drive because he's under the influence of heavy drugs. Whee.

I GOT INTO MIT!!!

Augh, okay, I found out like an hour and a half ago and I'm still hyperventilating...jesus christ...I don't think I've ever been happier.

Wow.

So, MIT admissions decisions are being mailed out a week from tomorrow.

...yeah.

I know everyone's sick to death of hearing me agonize over college stuff, but I just want this so much, I can barely put it into words. The thought of getting rejected makes me, literally, sick to my stomach. I can't even let myself think about getting accepted, because then the thought of not getting in immediately follows and is just too painful.
I shouldn't care about this that much...after all, I applied to lots of schools, and I think I'd be really happy at any of them, especially Berkeley, but...there's something about the thought of MIT that just makes me want, so much. Augh. The agony.

Someone, tell me how the fuck to deal with this nervous anxiety so I can function for the next week and a half. Please?

I can't sleep. This sucks and is good at the same time. I need to study cisco and do French homework, so it's good, but...dammit, I want to sleep. I didn't even have any caffeine, like I originally planned. Woe is I. Woe.

Also, I'm starving. I want a Screamin' in Seattle roll from Sushi Blues SO BAD right now. Oh, the desire.

I *heart* thelatejc. He makes my long insomnia filled nights interesting.

That is all.

Today went from rather sucky to really awesome, and I just felt the need to share my *squee* mood with everyone. So. For starters, I am sickly (again. I mean, can I not be healthy AT ALL this winter? what is up with this?) and I have a billion trillion things to do, which is bad because all I want to do is sleep. The most pressing of these billion things would be my Presidential Scholar application thingie, which is due TODAY and for which I haven't written a single one of the thirteen thousand required essays for. I intended on staying up all night last night doing them, but since I'm sick and having little control over my body, I fell asleep instead. So today I came home early from school (after having a really sucky morning, might I add), with the intention of writing the stupid essays before I have to go teach dance class at 3:45. So, I come home...AND FALL ASLEEP AGAIN. I woke up at about 12:00 completely panicked, and flew to my computer to look up the prompts so I could try to write my essays at lightspeed. I log in to the website...
and see that the deadline's been extended until Monday.

So, instead of frantically writing retarded essays, I am sitting here, leisurely working on my journals for French class and eating leftover chocolate birthday cake. Mmm. Life is beautiful. <3

I have the best friends ever. You guys rule. <3 Just thought you all should know.

Now, ( interview responses for mjstone...finally... )

Interview responses, for dbshaker. :P

1. What was your your favorite book as a small child?
I'll have to go with A Little Princess, I guess, dorky as that is, and even though I was like seven when I read it...not sure if that counts as a small child. I remember finishing that book in bed at like, one in the morning, pausing, then turning back to the first page and reading it all the way through again right away. I was a weird kid. :P

2. If you had $5,000 and had to spend it in one day on services and not goods, what would you do with the money?
Buy whores. Lots of them.
No, actually, if I could count a plane ticket as a service and not a good (I mean, a plane ride isn't really something you keep, is it?) I'd find either a really awesome concert or really awesome play or something that was that day, hop a plane to wherever it was, and go see it. That would rule. :)

3. What song reminds you of me?! :)
So many, dude. Sing the Sorrow in it's entirety, especially #12. Basically any Atari's song, especially "So Long Astoria" or "Boys of Summer." Rancid's "Fall Back Down." REM, "Losing My Religion." Fiona Apple, "Paper Bag" and "Fast as You Can." And the list goes on...

4. What is one event/time/class/etc. from High school that you will always remember?
Just one, hmm? Specifically pertaining to school, I'll go with...that time you bit my arm, totally at random. yep.

5. Where will you be on Feb.28,2004?!!
Broken, beaten, bruised, covered in other people's sweat, half-deaf, extremely smelly, and having a fucking awesome time. :P

So, here's what you do:
1 - Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 - I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 - You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 - You'll include this explanation.
5 - You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

isn't that thrilling?

I hurt. So much. And I'm trying to put off going to school because I really don't think the scholarly setting is going to be conducive to running off to be violently ill every few minutes, which is essentially what I'm doing right now, but I wasn't there on Friday and we have a math test tomorrow that I really need to not fail. Woe is I. Okay, leaving now for school. *sobs*

( Meme. )

Well, that was fun. Time for more math now. whee.

I feel like updating my lj, even though nothing of note has happened to me lately. Semester ended on Friday, school starts again tomorrow, and I'll be kicking off the new semester with a bigass physics tests. I should be studying because making an A on it would mean my last-semester grade gets changed, but, uh, am completely unmotivated. However, French (!!!) commences tomorrow as well, which makes me inordinately happy. Because, how much do I love French? SO MUCH. And there are so many nifty people in that class, so it should rock pretty hard. Other than that, though, my classes are all the same. I wish I could have done like some people and dropped the eggman's class, but that pretty much wasn't an option, so to those people, I say this: >:F be afraid.

I am all awake because I drank caffeine-y things, thinking I would stay up late studying for physics, but then I entered this zen state of not-caring, so apparently that isn't happened. I think I'll go read. Or maybe draw. Yay for unproductivity.

Note to self: stop chewing on things that do not yield to teeth, i.e., glass bottles, mmkay? having front teeth is nice. just because you live in appalachia doesn't mean you have to look like it.

So, for the past three days I have been essentially a wibbling little ball of misery, being afflicted not only by some horrible strain of the Creeping Crud that has filled my head entirely with gunk, but also the uterus of d00m. Since next Friday is the last day of the semester, this is an extremely bad time for me to be ill. I'm going to end up taking at least two exams (calc. and cisco), not to mention the thousands and billions of projects/papers/what-have-you that are due next week as well. Last night, I convinced myself that I was feeling healthier, and stayed up until the wee hours of the morning trying to get stuff done. This, apparently, was a terrible mistake, because this morning I was entirely unable to get myself out of bed. I slept through my alarm, and when my dad came up to see why I hadn't gotten up yet, I mumbled some sort of incoherent, congested excuse at him and he diagnosed me unfit for school and told me to go back to sleep. I did, and didn't get up until roughly...noon? Which is a very rare event for me. I'm feeling slightly more coherent now, three hours, a hot shower, two bowls of soup and four cups of hot tea later. I even managed to get a scholarship application completed, but despite that unexpected burst of productivity, I'm declaring myself unfit to teach dance class tonight. Am going to go call in sick in a moment here. This is somewhat depressing, because one of my late-night activities was writing a billion and two thank you notes for all the little girls who gave me Christmas presents, and now my haste is made useless. Oh well. Off to call the studio, and then to attempt to finish creative writing stuff (six more days and I will have lovely, beautiful, wonderful French again instead of creative writing! and the peasants rejoice). whee.

I don't generally do memes, but I liked this one. so.

( The year in retrospect. )

Now I have to go purchase Christmas presents for father and sister. Am not a slacker, noooo.

So, most definitely got deferred at MIT.

am trying not to be too bummed; after all, I could still get in come March, just...blah.

( List: to do by Monday morning. )

*panics*

I got my cartilage pierced yesterday, a nifty little 16G hoop through my upper left ear. It makes me very happy, because parents have always been very unenthusiastic about me putting any more holes in my body, and yesterday out of nowhere my dad took me to the piercing place to get it done. It's still kind of red, and it keeps bleeding randomly, but other than that it looks really awesome. I'd post pictures but my camera's out of batteries and I'm too lazy to get more. So, you all can just imagine the awesomeness that is my ear.

*tools off to work on Rice app*

It feels a lot later than it really is. I got back from dance around five-ish, and it was dark by the time I finished eating dinner, which has apparently screwed me up immensely, because my head it telling me that it's about four in the a.m. instead of just one. I wish it were four in the a.m., because sleep is not going to come tonight and I want to go running. wai. I could, of course, be learning how to do physics, or reading, or studying for Cisco, or writing my Berkeley essays, but it's so much easier to sit here and whine.

The college-lust is consuming me entirely lately. I'm regretting so much that I didn't beat the guidance people with large blunt objects until they agreed to let me graduate early, because I. cannot. handle high school much longer. Math is good. Cisco is good. Every other class is just a monumental waste of time and it makes me want to fling myself off something tall. *deep measured breaths* But I'm okay, really.

If only my goddamned letter from MIT would get here.

At least we only have school Monday and Tuesday this week. Weekends are good. This past weekend was rather enjoyable, actually...filled with dance, but what else is new. Did the whole Christmas parade thing, which was interesting, to say the least. I was all snazzy, riding on the back of a green Mustang convertible in my shiny tutu and tiara. Go me. And then the mall scene, which was...well, being in the mall and trying to do a ballet dance. Take a guess how that went.

But there was also really good sushi at Fuji House, and laying around at Cara's house watching movies with people, which was much with the good. Hopefully, there will be that sort of thing going on next weekend, too. And Thanksgiving, with stanleyok et famille. Whee.

I suppose I should go read Frankenstein so I don't...uh...fail Creative Writing. Christ, I'm lame.