Today is a new day.
It was a very long day, as it lasted from March 'til the end of April. But a month does not consist of thirty days in my world. And days do not last 24 hours. During this day my life steamed through a new job, finals, packing and packing and preparing to move into my new house. It was a very long day.
Now, you may ask, "Why is today--after lents of day--a new day in the blogosphere of Ali's mind?" Answer! Your daily double.
1. It's my dad's birthDAY. If I am to celebrate his birth day I must come to terms with the fact that it is a new day.
2. I am moving to the krankenhaus tomorrow, and I think more of my life PREkrankenhaus must be accounted for.
3. Everyone has been updating blogs, and it makes me feel like I should update mine. Thus, it must be a new day.
4. I am very very bored.
However, we all know that I live in a dichotomy-binary-driven world and can not bear to see four answers for a single question, and so I must modify it.
1. WRONG I'm not celebrating my dad's birthday today, because I have to work for hours upon hours.
2. WRONG That just doesn't make any sense. A new day should match up with the day I move into the krankenhaus.
3. RIGHT Alright, alright, it is very easy to influence me.
4. WRONG I am never bored. Hahahaha.
****For all of you who don't understand this NEW DAY THING, you should read my first post, duh*****
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Strategies
Last night, let's say around 10 PM, I explained to Alex my strategy for multiple choice tests. I am, of course, brilliant, so you all may want to take notes.
Each letter is a different person.
That's it. It's very simple, see, because each letter is trying to sell you a different answer and you have to see through their scams to the real answer that only the true, kind letter knows.
But they switch all the time, so you have to keep on your toes. You, also, of course, have to hold a constant dialogue with these letters.
"Oh A, no A, I know you--you've always been a tricky letter, but C, now C would never deceive me, would you C?" And so it goes.
I've never told anyone this strategy before, so let's hear it, who else talks to the different options during multiple choice tests? Hm, let's reword that for greater clarity--who else is a genius?
Each letter is a different person.
That's it. It's very simple, see, because each letter is trying to sell you a different answer and you have to see through their scams to the real answer that only the true, kind letter knows.
But they switch all the time, so you have to keep on your toes. You, also, of course, have to hold a constant dialogue with these letters.
"Oh A, no A, I know you--you've always been a tricky letter, but C, now C would never deceive me, would you C?" And so it goes.
I've never told anyone this strategy before, so let's hear it, who else talks to the different options during multiple choice tests? Hm, let's reword that for greater clarity--who else is a genius?
Monday, March 3, 2008
It is clear
The sky has parted and the truth has been revealed.
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I am terrible at updating! I apparently can not type two words into this pad and call it a day. I simply can not. However, I will try.
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I am terrible at updating! I apparently can not type two words into this pad and call it a day. I simply can not. However, I will try.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
At Bard College
Though I am apparently entrenched within Michigan, at times I leave the state. This precise moment is one of them. It is spring break and I am visiting
Exhibit A.
As you can see from Exhibit A, it is definitely an attractive time. However moving toward Exhibit B, it is not all fun and games.
Exhibit B.
Alex's sleep schedule can perhaps be referred to as typical--for newborn babies and college students. My sleep schedule, however, is much closer to that of my grandparents and nine year olds. Therefore, I spent five hours yesterday morning waiting for him to rise. Actually, I should probably restate that. I spent yesterday morning waiting for him to rise--as I rose at 8 AM and he at 1 PM.
Fortunately, this brings us to Exhibit C, also known as, How I Drove Myself To Insanity While Alex Slept.
Exhibit C.
I know, I know, you can't read the title because photobooth is actually the world's sweetest mirror, but that's not important. The importance is that that woman is blue! and being touched by many, many people. No, no, no, not porn: Milan Kundera! Reputable Czech author! In my handbook, however, his name looks like this:
Milan Kundera: Reputable Nut
It's not that I don't take pleasure in reading about womanizers, it's just that--I don't know--I'm alone in a dorm room in a college in the middle of nowhere where I don't know anyone except one, solitary person and that person--alas!--a boy. So there's my problem. Or, rather, Alex's. Poor Alex.
He's at class now, and here I am, alone with Laughable Loves , ready to attack the next boy who walks through that door (Exhibit D).
Exhibit D.
Exhibit A. As you can see from Exhibit A, it is definitely an attractive time. However moving toward Exhibit B, it is not all fun and games.
Exhibit B.Alex's sleep schedule can perhaps be referred to as typical--for newborn babies and college students. My sleep schedule, however, is much closer to that of my grandparents and nine year olds. Therefore, I spent five hours yesterday morning waiting for him to rise. Actually, I should probably restate that. I spent yesterday morning waiting for him to rise--as I rose at 8 AM and he at 1 PM.
Fortunately, this brings us to Exhibit C, also known as, How I Drove Myself To Insanity While Alex Slept.
Exhibit C.I know, I know, you can't read the title because photobooth is actually the world's sweetest mirror, but that's not important. The importance is that that woman is blue! and being touched by many, many people. No, no, no, not porn: Milan Kundera! Reputable Czech author! In my handbook, however, his name looks like this:
Milan Kundera: Reputable Nut
It's not that I don't take pleasure in reading about womanizers, it's just that--I don't know--I'm alone in a dorm room in a college in the middle of nowhere where I don't know anyone except one, solitary person and that person--alas!--a boy. So there's my problem. Or, rather, Alex's. Poor Alex.
He's at class now, and here I am, alone with Laughable Loves , ready to attack the next boy who walks through that door (Exhibit D).
Exhibit D.
The end!
The end, of course, of me NOT having a blog. Clearly. Today my mom said, "Well, I won't have a blog forever, Ali." This is simply a stage of her life, her Blog Stage. I have, however, held out forever in NOT acquiring a blog, and so this is now a transformation into a new realm of possibilities.
Actually, however, this is purely for my own benefit--so that I spend at least 100 words a day trying to entertain myself, as opposed to my usual histrionics. Let me give you an example of that form of writing you will not be privy to:
This is probably the best part of my life to write because I am feeling nostalgic, but sadly I can not write in pen my thoughts fast enough. Perhaps as I sit here with the words spilling out of me--like when I once carried a mug of burning coffee to my grandpa out in his barn and in the cold my stiff fingers could not steady the mug and the coffee burned me--I will understand what my emotions--like hot, burning coffee--really feel like.
So there you go. That is, precisely, the tone you will NEVER see again!!!!
Actually, however, this is purely for my own benefit--so that I spend at least 100 words a day trying to entertain myself, as opposed to my usual histrionics. Let me give you an example of that form of writing you will not be privy to:
This is probably the best part of my life to write because I am feeling nostalgic, but sadly I can not write in pen my thoughts fast enough. Perhaps as I sit here with the words spilling out of me--like when I once carried a mug of burning coffee to my grandpa out in his barn and in the cold my stiff fingers could not steady the mug and the coffee burned me--I will understand what my emotions--like hot, burning coffee--really feel like.
So there you go. That is, precisely, the tone you will NEVER see again!!!!
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