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| As time speeds on...It's already past mid-April. This is a scary thought to me, considering I haven't even had my first class yet for Spring Quarter. So what has Eileen been doing the past month since Winter Quarter ended? Good question. I've done more traveling than I've done in my entire lifetime, I think. So...let's see...started by flying out to Heathrow and dropping off my stuff at Oxford. Spent two weeks traveling throughout Italy, starting in Milan, to Venice, to Florence, to Rome, to Pisa, and back to Milan before flying back to England. Spent a few days hanging out at Oxford (orientation, w00t!) and then went to Edinburgh with a bunch of Oxford people. Scotland was cold! But we got to get sprayed with nasty lake water on Loch Ness, saw lots of ruined castles, and checked out the Scottish crown jewels. I really like the Scottish people, they're cool...including really funky accents that are sort of hard to imitate. This weekend we have our Bing trip to Dublin...supposedly Ireland's greeeeener than Scotland! Yayyy! Trying to figure out where else I want to go this quarter...looking at the days left, there really isn't much time to travel. I have 2 papers to write each week (one being my tutorial, which is like, 8-10 pages long). I'm only taking two classes, too =/ Gotta enjoy my final week off before things get crazy. The good news is I only have classes two days a week (even though this means Wednesdays are nuts). So I CAN potentially travel a lot if I wanted to...between writing loads of papers.
We had a library orientation today that was really intimidating. The Bodleian library at Oxford has like 7 million + volumes, and basically has a copy of every book that is copyrighted in England. Crazy, huh? There's a whole elaborate process to get books, can't take them out, and gotta swear an oath that you won't harm the books. It's like the secret society of books... The cool thing was, some scenes from Harry Potter were filmed around here, so it's like, WHOA, familiar scene!
There's 3 places I really want to hit up while I'm in Europe that I haven't yet. Prague, which I've heard is quite possibly the most beautiful city in Europe. Paris (doh, who wouldn't want to go there!). And Spain...Barcelona, maybe? Also haven't had a chance to go to London yet. Wow...sometimes I wish I had two quarters, because it seems like one won't be enough to fit in all the things that I'm tempted to do. I didn't realize how stressed I was at Stanford until I had a couple weeks to do other things and recooperate. I'm wondering when the homesickness will kick in, when will I realize that it'll be a looong time 'til I'm home again for a long time? Spending this summer in China will definitely be different...basically I get home from Oxford, have my sister's wedding, and will get shipped off to China until I get back early next year. Wow. Teaaaar, what will I do without Dunkin Donuts for a million months? =(
I should do some of my millions of pages of reading... been delinquent in getting things done =/ Bad Eileen!
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| i think i can ? always write something when i have shitloads of other stuff to
do. like a 10-page take home midterm that's due tomorrow morning
at 10am. i think times when i'm like, "shit i'm screwed" are the
times that i really want to broadcast to the world all my frustrations,
haha.
anyway--life is good. teeeny's birthday is tomorrow, ehehe...if i
make it past this midterm i can get crunked with her! please take
me away from the internet for the next 12 hours until this crap is
cranked out. it's me, diet coke, a pack of tropical trident, and
my laptop baby. see you on the other side.
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| i'm such a wackjob. i feel like i have a bad case of ADD
lately. i can't seem to sit still for more than an hour without
jumping up.
winter quarter 'o6! the proclaimed best quarter i've ever had at
stanford =) i'm actually pretty pumped about all the upcoming
things for this quarter...like planning for my eurotrip (ya italy and
greece!!), finding a publishing internship for the summer (i hope), and
hopefully going to taiwan, the capital of night markets and boba!
i've moved away from english this quarter...doing a lot of
polisci. decided i'm going to minor in polisci to try it
out. so far, it's pretty interesting, all of my profs are pretty
famous policy makers and have lots of real life experiences to talk
about. weird to bring the academic world with the real world,
makes the world of politics so much more real. maybe i should
start reading more world news. my lil sib said to me the other
day, "i could see you as a CIA agent. you're...mysterious!"
mwahahaha. imagine me being a policy maker for the US.
=P i think the past couple of weeks has gotten me thinking a lot
more about international law, which i've been thinking of
pursuing.
i love LOST. so utterly addicted. it's way too good.
i've caught up with it and desperate housewives in the past couple of
weeks. man...tv is so addicting. i just keep popping those
episodes in, one after the other...like it doesn't matter that i'm not
reading the 2304982034 pages of polisci reading that i'm supposed to be
summarizing. oh well. things will get intense soon enough,
and now that i'm done with the tv, i won't have to worry about
procrastinating later! ...yeah, with 4 episodes of 24 to catch up
on =D
i cleaned my room today, for the first time in...forever. well,
technically i've only been habitating this room for the past two weeks,
so it's not THAT bad...but i definitely vacuumed and did my laundry
today. score! and i put up the legolas poster that shyamal
got me for christmas. hotness, now i have something pretty
to wake up to in the mornings. i gotta say, being able to see a
clean floor is definitely a relief after last quarter's
messiness. i realized i'll have to junk a lotta stuff after this
quarter before i store stuff for spring quarter and the summer.
when did i get so much stuff? i'm not even from around here!
winter quarter seems like app time. i have so many freakin' apps
to do. i haven't gotten to do any LSAT studying yet, which is poo
of me. for that matter, i haven't gotten much done other than
loafing and killing braincells =P tempted to buy some more
posters to pretty up my room. would more orlando bloom be
obsessive?
i'm luuuuvin' it!
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| HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!!!
I got my wish: it snowed =) 2006 better be a great year~
Wishing everyone a happy new year's, luck on maintaining all those resolutions, and happiness, health, and wealth for the upcoming year.
<3
Thanks to all the great friends I have for making 2005 a great year. | | |
| ARGGH!! So if I don't have a bad wisdom teeth story, I don't know
who does... After consulting with a few friends, everyone told
me, "Don't eat 8-12 hours before going in". My mom was insisting
that I eat something though, because she thought I wouldn't be able to
eat for many hours after getting my teeth pulled out (which is
true). So she called my dentist to confirm twice--once the night
before and once the morning of. So my dentist is like, sure, you
should eat, it'll be difficult to after the extraction. So I eat
my lunch and I'm on my way. I get there and I'm a nervous wreck,
'coz I'm thinking...in an hour, I'll be negative four teeth. So I
walk into the dentist's room and she has this array of like, 10
chisels/picks/hammers sitting on the counter in these little plastic
antiseptic wraps. I'm going, WHOLEY MOLEY SHIET 'cause I know
those babies are going into my mouth. She's like, "So do you want
some nitrous? It might help you calm down a bit..." and I'm
thinking, oh god, anything to stop me from jumping out of the
seat.
I was pretty happy for a while. Got my iPod in, listening to my
music, making noises when she hurt me (I swear, she put about 6 shots
of anesthesia into my cheeks), "open wide" "bite down", the whole
bit. Through the haze (seems like time passes by really quickly
while you're gassed up...I was really floating), I hear her go, "Here's
one" while she pushes on my tooth. Cracks out. "Let's do
the next one". Soon I have two teeth out of my head, in what felt
like 5 minutes. Of course, there's blood gushing into the back of
my throat and I'm feeling slightly vampiric if nothing else.
Next, she starts drilling into my lower wisdom teeth, 'coz those are
the ones that were slightly impacted. She gets it out after a
while. Then, I started feeling really nauseous.
Like...really nauseous. I tried to motion to her to stop and let
me recover a bit, but she was like, oh let's turn the oxygen up higher
and stick my hands down her throat again. I ended up barfing up
everything I'd eaten that morning right out. It was
like...fountainous (that's not a word, is it?). I didn't even
know what to do because I was all drugged up, all I felt was it coming
up, and then them cleaning all the mess off of me. Needless to
say, that was bad. She eventually drilled the fourth tooth out of
my head, but I wasn't in a happy mood, 'coz all I tasted was bile and
blood.
Now half of my face is swollen beyond recognition (as will be seen in
my Christmas pictures) even though I took her 4 advils prior to
extraction AND iced for 48 hours. Worst comes after though.
So I'm pretty happy with my prescription of Percaset, 'coz Kathryn had
been like, the best part of getting wisdom teeth taken out was the
narcotics! For a couple hours, I was pretty much floating there,
feeling pretty fine. Afterwards, every time I tried ingesting
anything (food, water), I barfed it right back up. So this
happened about four times. I got so discouraged, especially once
the pain started kicking back in, that I went to bed to wear it
off. So yeah...the first time I puked five times in a day
happened to be the day I got four teeth taken out of my head.
They're pretty scary looking...I got to keep them, and the roots are
like humongo. I heard the nurse say while they were taking them
out, "OMG, that one's NASTY!!" ...I was hurt, 'coz that was my
tooth they were talking about there =(
So now I'm hoping for a speedy recovery... salt water is my new
best friend. So is apple sauce and oatmeal. And
soymilk! Can't forget soymilk. Now I'm praying for my face
to recover so it doesn't look like someone took a fist to it.
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