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Wednesday, May 29, 2002 08:02 p.m. Well, if I haven't updated this, I went home a few weekends ago, found my self respect which had been missing for a while, and came back to campus to find that Jeremy had decided to get back together with me. We still have not had a discussion about this, but it seems as if we are once again dating. Finals start on Saturday for me, then it will be all about graduation.Summer term starts on June 20th, giving me a bit of time at home, though I have no idea when I'll get there. Take care everyone!

Italy? No.
Wednesday, May 8, 2002 12:16 a.m. Andrew, your removal of my link has inspired me to blog. It's been a while but well, I WAS in Florence for five days and after having left due to terrorist threats, returning to Hanover to complete the term (a tough thing to start out late), I was reunited with the man I love. Jeremy and I had a nice ten days together, in which he'd practically moved in, before he decided that we couldn't exclusively date anymore. I've been a bit too heartbroken to blog. Not that dating here is like dating in the outside world. Dating here implies playing pong together, watching tv or a movie, and eating meals together. If the pair can manage it, they will study together. But with Jeremy's schedule working at the D until 2 AM most nights, this is a difficult thing to do. I really would like to be able to do more with my boyfriend than talk for twenty minutes when he wakes me up after getting home from work, before falling back asleep. And now that the lines of what is okay are complicated and hard to see, even that is tenuous and I would love to go back to it, hoping that things would be different later. This hurts. A lot. And Stalin was bad. (Soviet history class...).

Friday, March 22, 2002 10:42 a.m. Jeremy is here. What more can I say? :)

Friday, March 8, 2002 09:44 p.m. I have only studied for two hours for my econ exam which is at 1:30 tomorrow. And I can't stand up anymore. Bye Bye GPA! It was nice knowing you! As long as it doesn't get low enough to keep my out of Italy next term. In that case I'll probably get so upset none of you will see me for a while. I need energy. Friggin Portuguese mononucleosis.....Susie and Elizabeth, I am really sorry to hear about your grandfather. I hope it all turns out well.

Thursday, March 7, 2002 10:56 p.m. I have mono. It came from Protugual. Don't ask how. There are some parts of my life that I care to keep cryptic. Portuguese mono is one of them. So, it's finals time here in Hanover. For anyone who knows me, you know this is the worst possible time around here for everyone. And having a lot of back math homework and no energy doesn't help things much. Oh well. I get to come home to South Portland on Wednesday. Yay!!!! And then Jeremy visits on the 21st until I leave for Florence on the 23rd.YAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! It-ly? What's she doin in It-ly? It's time for me to sleep, even though I'm not done with work. That's the excuse mono gives you. Goodnight.

Saturday, February 23, 2002 08:32 p.m. Thanks Elizabeth! I'm glad someone's still reading my blog even though it's been a month. Sometimes we need breaks. And to add to the update, I was doing very well in econ earlier. And then I wasn't. Theory: Basic understanding of economic trends is a good thing to have. Every possible explanation for them is not so necessary. Hence I am through with econ after this term. And I have returned to being a history major. The art will be secondary. I came to this conclusion after realizing that with all of the history classes that I wanted to take, I had a degree.

Tuesday, January 8, 2002 12:26 a.m. Well, i don't think I've blogged in a while. I'm taking four classes this term, and doing sorority rush, although the first event where we meet everyone was last night and I don't really think I'll fit in anywhere. Which I guess would be okay, but all of my girlfriends (well, the three of them) all are rushing and I'll feel left out. But none of them really felt too great anywhere either. So maybe we should just continue doing what we've been perfectly happy doing up until now which is hanging out in our room, having a good time, being slightly askew from the rest of the girls on campus, and going over to Sigma Nu when we want to socialize in a Greek way. I already feel at home there. I like those guys and my three girls. Most of the sorority sisters I met tonight from all six houses seemed nice. Just some houses seemed boring, some seemed too much like... well, here's a quote, "Tanning is good for the soul," amd some almost exclusively hang out with guys from the frats that I hate. I just don't know if this whole thing is going to work. I'm scared and, well, scared.

Monday, January 7, 2002 01:14 a.m. Well, i don't think I've blogged in a while. I'm taking four classes this term, and doing sorority rush, although the first event where we meet everyone was tonight and I don't really think I'll fit in anywhere. Which I guess would be okay, but all of my girlfriends (well, the three of them) all are rushing and I'll feel left out. But none of them really felt too great anywhere either. So maybe we should just continue doing what we've been perfectly happy doing up until now which is hanging out in our room, having a good time, being slightly askew from the rest of the girls on campus, and going over to Sigma Nu when we want to socialize in a Greek way. I already feel at home there. I like those guys and my three girls. Most of the sorority sisters I met tonight from all six houses seemed nice. Just some houses seemed boring, some seemed too much like... well, here's a quote, "Tanning is good for the soul," amd some almost exclusively hang out with guys from the frats that I hate. I just don't know if this whole thing is going to work. I'm scared and, well, scared.

Wednesday, December 26, 2001 10:20 p.m. Okay, so I keep crying and feeling nervous at unpredictable times. It's as if, without warning, this wave of depression hits me so hard and so quickly that I feel the only thing left for me to do is throw up. I feel like Persephone, like I'm fated to spend the winter in Hades. It all fits, because I love Grenadine, which is made from pomegranates. I talked with Jeremy yesterday. It was wonderful, and made me so happy.

Monday, December 24, 2001 03:52 p.m. To the tune of Jingle Bells: Rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just flew away. Light a match to see the dash, and then I start to prey. Oh, the frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio is't okay. oh what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet. Merry Christmas. :)

Saturday, December 22, 2001 02:18 p.m. Vogel didn't show up for coffee on Thursday. But I did manage to get on the wrong bus, then walk from Amato's all the way to Shop 'n Save, wait for the right bus, go in town, wait for him at Breaking New Ground over a double tall mocha latte, buy nice paper, walk down to Oxford Street (the inspiration for When it Rains, it Smells Like Fish) to the congressional office to say hi to some friends, and finish some Christmas shopping. On my way to Oxford Street I passed three men, two who were touching, but not quite holding each other's hand. They yelled to me, "We're heterosexual!" I'm not sure if this was a statement to keep me from giving them strange looks (which I wouldn't have done at all had they not said anything), or if this was a proposition. Either way I didn't want to find out. Tomorrow I'm going to call Jeremy.

Thursday, December 20, 2001 08:21 a.m. Meeting Justin Vogel for coffee this morning. It's a strange thing when you become friends with the people you weren't quite friends with in high school...

Tuesday, December 18, 2001 10:38 p.m. Okay, I'm a bad blogger, I admit it. I've been home for over a week and I haven't blogged since I was still in the thralls of finals. So I am home. Or back in Maine at least. Working at the Bridgeway again, just for two weeks though. Banquets are nice. Even though the party was up a sixteen-stair flight, and I'm fairly certain that my muscles atrophied halfway through the night, the money was worth it. Now maybe I'll be able to hop over to England for a weekend. Suz, I'm glad you're done with finals, and can't wait to see you. I'll be by on Thursday evening at some point. We ran into your parents tonight at the mall. Talking with Mr. Chapin at the time. It was a cozy little conversation circle until this trashman wheeling his large bin around asked us to move with a voice that indicated he might be just a little overworked right now. Speaking of parties, the restaurant Christmas party was last night. Basically, it was just Alex opening the bar and putting out some snacks. After a glass of wine and a black russian I started throwing radishes at people. Fun night. Andrew and Elizabeth, that's about when I left that message on your machine. Sorry about that. I don't know how to make paragraphs work on this... Well, I chatted with Jeremy and feel much better. Affirmation is a very good thing. Too long of a blog indicates too long in between blogs. Jim, I like the Purple Painting quite a bit.

Saturday, December 8, 2001 11:20 a.m. Make the finals stop!

Saturday, December 8, 2001 01:05 a.m. I think I should make a couple of things clear. First of all, a sincere thank you to everyone hwo's mentioned they've been worrying. Really, there's not anything serious to worry about. Caffeine is my only substantial addiction, I never drink to excess, and Jeremy and I talked about the things that were said on Monday night and everything seems to be better. I have a Greek art test tomorrow early afternoon, then I'm free to go home. Not sure when that'll be happening. Jeremy will either be bringing me home on Sunday or hopefully on Tuesday. Maybe I can convince him to stay and see Maine for a day or so... Last night after my eyes couldn't handle any more reading about Classical sculpture, I watched Taxicab Confessions on HBO, up in the GOTE room at Sig Nu. It's amazing what type of programming comes on at 2 AM.

Thursday, December 6, 2001 01:19 a.m. Question for Jim, who I hope is reading this: Do you know if I have a job for a few weeks? Can you email me please? elisia@dartmouth.edu. Thanks. ///// Well, the stats final is due tomorrow. It's not that hard, just time-consuming. then Greek Art on Saturday. Then nothing. Only time. And space. And distance. And an ocean. Oxford. Florence. Summer term. Lots of Econ classes. Sculpture studio. Then Fall term. Beautiful. Recaptured. Love. Weekend jaunts to London. Yes, from New Hampshire. In the middle of the term. While taking four classes. And doing rush. Rendezvous in London. Or Paris. Or anywhere, really. Perhaps. Hopefully. Tired. Finish test. Sleep. Wake. Errands. Study. Etc.

Thursday, November 29, 2001 11:26 p.m. It's a sign.

Statistics
Wednesday, November 28, 2001 07:28 p.m. Fact: Statistics are tiresome. Fact: This room should have windows. Fact: I need coffee. Fact: For once, i'm thinking sleep might be better than coffee. The statistics assignment is done, data wise. Still left to be completed: The write up and anaylsis of it all. And then the art paper about hy the Elgin Marbles should stay in London. Hopefully it will all be done by 10 so I can go back home and see the girls and play for a while with them before we go out for after-meetings celebrations. I wish my professor didn't resemble David Schwimmer so much. It's rather disconcerting.

Wednesday, November 28, 2001 01:28 a.m. Well, I would like to say congrations to Jim for starting a blog. And if anyone wants to know the origins of congrations vs. congratulations, it has to do with a party celebrating the end of Susie's chemo. Anyways...I still have not begun the statistics problem set involving infant mortality rates. However, I did finish reading Eat the Rich, in which O'Rourke concluded the book by mentioning infant mortality rates. Shouldn't that count for something? Maybe I should just rename my page The Latest Developments in Elise's Not Doing Work.

Sunday, November 25, 2001 07:03 p.m. Home in Hanover again. Jim, have you started your blog yet? I know you're reading this...

Where My Thoughts Escape Me...
Thursday, November 22, 2001 11:28 p.m. I want to go home. Home to Dartmouth. Home to my family.

Tuesday, November 20, 2001 08:43 a.m. Four hours of sleep just isn't enough.

Monday, November 19, 2001 10:06 p.m. I am presently in the computer cluster far away in the Reseres of Baker Library. Deep in the woods of Hanover, New Hampshire. Attempting ot finish writing this paper. It'll get done. I've almost proen my point. What point might that be? We can't exactly tell anything for sure about Minoan art. That's it, basically. Caffeine. Ahhh, sweet, bitter elixer. Albuterol drastically increases one's heart rate. Did you know that? And then when it wears off, it leaves your body in its pre-shaking state, but with such force and speed that it will also leave you in a catatonic state for close to four hours, when your friends will find you curled up asleep on something close to a dog bed cushion in the middle of the common room know as The Fishbowl. And then more caffeine is required to revive your weary body, only to lend it to more shaking and the dryness of mouth that accompanies the drinking of cappucino. In the cluster off of the Reserves. In Baker Library. In quiet Hanover, New Hampshire, where there have been no murders in the last fifty years if you except those two double murders that have occured within the last ten. "It's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy. Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me..."

The Minoans Were Not Matriarchal
Monday, November 19, 2001 12:40 a.m. I should be writing a paper about this. But I'm not. Instead, I'm trying to figure out how to get a degree in economics rather than in art history. Which is something I'll need if I don't write this paper. Ever get the feeling that it might not be worth it? Like writing this paper is not worth the sleep deprivation? Like sleep would not be gotten even if the paper wasn't to be written? Like sleep would be replaced by a surge of chemicals running through the bloodstream? Like you really want to build up your tolerance of the amount of chemicals you can handle at once in order to stay awake and alert? Like you completely agree with the tagling from the movie Go, "Life starts at 3 AM?" Or like everything you've thought you've always believed in has been overthrown by the realization that you never had any good reason to believe that stuff in the first place? Like searching out, or perhaps stumbling upon, the Zeitgeist of the Moment is the ultimate that can be achieved and figuring out the structure of Minoan society doesn't mean much and is so inconclusive of anything that it's a meaningless task to begin with? Live in the now. Study topics that will mean something in the present. Do things that you will respect yourself for. Don't do anything that you'd be ashamed of if your parents found out. Try at least one illegal substance, but remember to cease if you start feeling like a fork. Dance in the supermarket if you dare. But don't act crazy. Dance with your best girlfriend in a basement while there are people watching, and don't hold anything back. Be able to communicate without actually explaining full situations. You'll save time and be pleased with your skills at nonverbal communication. Loosen up. Don't take things so personally. Laugh at things you might otherwise be offended at. Always, always go with the thing you thought you would never, EVER do. It'll surprise you. Like dating the conservative who can play eleven games of whiskey pong without blinking. Or deciding to major in Econ just because it'll be useful in the future. Question your politics when you only have them because you always have. And read exactly the opposite of what you believe in. Always. I really should be writing this paper. More Dartmouth style musings, as Suz would say, later. I hope you enjoyed this.

Sunday, November 18, 2001 07:07 p.m. I'm tired. Need caffeine. Need lots of caffeine. Need to write a paper. And I still have no respect for my major. The meteor shower last night was cool. Very cool.

Nightly Advice
Sunday, November 18, 2001 02:40 a.m. As Alli Giordano has said, "Never trust a man who handcuffs you to his bed." And Suz, I knew you would twist your ankle sometime this term. I'm sorry, but it was bound to happen.

Thursday, November 15, 2001 10:44 p.m. Well, to my surprise, I am now a minor in Monetary and Financial Policy here at Dartmouth. Home of corporate recruiting, Webster Ave, the DCMB ("You've got to drink a little bit, fuck a little bit, follow the band, follow the band with your jello in hand, 5-0!"), and many thru-hikers on the AT. Dear old Dartmouth. It may be a fascist Disneyland at heart, but it's become home. At least for now. In the Spring, 50 yards from the Ponte Veccio will be home. Off to work now. Must write this paper about the Minoan Snake Goddesses and how they don't mean anything conclusive.

Wednesday, November 14, 2001 03:07 a.m. I'm once again wondering about my supposed major in art history. What's it really going to do for me? Part of me wants to study something much more concrete. And the fear of becomming stuck in a boring job in a publishing house is looming. I've become apolitical and fear that I'm becoming more conservative about the things that I still mildly care about. Is this the process of entering adulthood? Parallel universe. And don't get me wrong, I do love it. I'm just wondering what I'm studying ancient pottery for. If anyone has a good suggestion as to a major or a career, please let me know. Or, if you know of cheap ways to get plane tickets to Europe, that'd be good too. Okay, going to go read some P.J. O'Rourke now. I wonder who gave me that...

Parallel Universe
Wednesday, November 14, 2001 02:39 a.m. In case you weren't aware, we've entered a parallel universe. At least some of us have. It's quite nice here. personally, I'd be content to reside here forever, and am beginning to wonder if this isn't the real universe after all...

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