And your companion will not help you to navigate/for fear she may be wrong

hi friends.
i'm a little bored with this journal, and this username and all that jazz. so i've set myself up a new one: lucy_annie.livejournal.com

friend me there...

two good things:


the first is the mystery guitar that arrived at my house, addressed to me. i didn't buy it, and i can't image who would buy it for me. my best guess is that i entered a contest of some sort and won. go figure. it's a good story though, because i thought my brother was completely insane at first, but now i'm a believer.


also i'm going to florence next year!! whooooooooooooooo hooooooooooooo!!!

i'm so disappointed.

specifically, i'm disappointed with cornell.

not with the education i've recieved, or the people who have taught me, or the location.


i'm disappointed with the people, and i'm disappointed with myself.


granted, i've met a lot of amazing people in my three years here. interesting, interested, bright, funny, fun to be around people. but more and more there seems to be this overlay of apathy and ignorance of the wider world. i don't know if this is the school's fault; afterall, how much can you really glean from a three page application? you can give an interview, sure, but you can't really ask questions like "so do you listen to something other than top fourty radio? are you addicted to laguna beach/the hills? is your knowledge of places outside the united states limited to the carribean and cancun? .... right, well, you aren't really cool...soooo... nooooo."

rude, and a bad way to attract students. but i feel like something else should be done. prove that you know something or are aware of a world outside your own experiences. prove that you're passionate about something (other than getting wasted). prove that you have ambition. prove you have a reason to exist that isn't just furthering the species with your hellspawn.

and actually, i do feel cornell is to blame. this weird, sudden emphasis on cornell as a sports school is attracting a lot of idiots. to be fair, i have athlete friends who are cool, intellegent people. but there also seems to be an abundance of conservative meatheads who just want to drink cheap beer and burp. and i don't just mean conservative in the political sense. i mean conservative in the sense that they will never change-- they will be the same person they were at seventeen, they will live the same lives as their parents and all of their friends and they will live in fucking cookie-cutter houses working for evil corporations and name their children jayden and aiden and addison.


what can you do though? would the situation be any different if i'd gone to pace or st. john's or sheperd?
at least i left, and at least i'm leaving again (i think). that's a step in the right direction.

oh well. i have to eat lunch now.





pppppppeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccceeeeeeeeee

apparently, this is real.

Je deteste le français*.














*please note that this is "le français" with a small f, meaning i am hating on the language, not the people.

My very best jeans (Levi's Slouch Flares) have died a sad and smoky little death.



Le sigh.

Things which may be quanitified as "good":

Most of my prints
Double Chocolate Rasberry Parfaits
Annie's All Natural Mac and Cheese
The outcome of the mid-term elections across the board, but particularily in Iowa.
Eve Arnold's photographs
(http://www.photo-eye.com/artists/EveArnold/Portfolio1/Images_Large/Image13_H240xW500.jpg
and
http://www.stevenkasher.com/html/..%5Cpublish%5Cworksimages%5CARNOLD.001821.JACKIEKENNEDY.WEB_LG.JPG
and
http://www.globalgallery.com/prod_images/ima-a219.jpg
if you're curious)
my current roommate situation
having a printer
dark room chit chat


Things which can be quantified as "bad":
having money taken from my wallet twice in one week
ruining two rolls of film
the cost of photo paper
being sick
the lack of exciting photos being produced by my class


That pretty much covers it. More later.

if i were a jedi, i would be able to crush heat wtih my mind, and it would be super sweet... and also super cool.





however, time and again it is proven that i am not, in fact, a jedi, but simply a very silly girl.

The end of the year, and with it comes the need to sort through and be rid of.
I blame my difficulty getting rid of inanimate objects on "The Brave Little Toaster", which taught me at a young age that household appliance have souls, and cute little voices to boot. God forbid I should give anything away, or toss it in the garbage. The worst is anything in a set. I feel as if I'm a homewrecker, as if the whole will never be quite as good now, and will never be able to forgive me.

My belongings are helpless children, and if I do not shower them with love by purchasing and subsequently using them, I am a bad mother. I'm sure feminism has something to say about this, but I'll be damned if I know what it is.

Emotional theatrics aside, I finished my final this morning, did some last minute packing, said my goodbyes and headed off. I'm now in Chicago, and I'll be back in Norman on the fifth, if that matters to anyone who reads this.

Sunday was the ultimate "life on the prairie" night. Smoke poured in from the Texas border, turning the air thick and warm. If you stood outside, breathing through your mouth, you could almost taste the burning wood and grass. The smoke rolled in with out warning, and disappeared by the next morning. For a few minutes though, we stood under a sooty sky. It was, to my mind, the definition of tragic beauty.

I have contracted...

Asian Wombat Flu

...A rare disease transmitted to humans by petting a wombat.

Find out what you've contracted!

Dear Academy,
Last night, as you well know, the 78th Annual Academy Awards were held. Let me first congratulate you all on having one the most pleasant shows I can remember watching. There were no angry out bursts from Michael Moore, a distinct lack of Jennifer Lopez's cleavage, and no especially corny bits in manner of Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson.
However, there is one small thorn still sticking in my side, so to speak. During the course of the ceremony, you (the members of the Academy) spent much time berating DVDs, and encouraging your viewers to go watch the film in a theatre. Much as I would like to, I find myself unable to give in to your request. You see, dear Academy members, I am but a poor college student. To have watched all five pictures nominated for "Best Picture", it would have been at least $30 for tickets alone. That price is assuming I'm able to go to matinees, which is hardly the case. In the afternoon, you see, I have things like class, and a job to attend to. Certainly, I could have gone on the weekend, but even that is not the most viable option. You must understand, dear Academy, that I have:
1) a life outside of watching movies
2) a very tight budget
3) limited to theatres and/or a car.
I am not an abberation either, Hollywood. There are many more like me out there in the world.

If you'd like me to watch films in theatre, I'd suggest lowering the price of tickets and offering a restaurant inside the theatre. Image this: a drink, a grilled cheese sandwich, fries and a movie ticket for eleven bucks. I'd pay for that, especially since a ticket, nachos and an icee currently costs me $14 to $16.


Thank you for your time,

Lucy Boone
Concerned Film Fan

i'm back in the grit stit of ok-la-ho-ma. i'm tired and dirty right now, but at some point in the future i will be clean, and full of energy and ready to go do something. you know where to find me if you want me.

HEY YOU! DO THIS*!

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Lucy-Lu

AND THEN DO THIS†!

http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Lucy-Lu

AND THEN MAKE YOUR OWN!

*"THIS" being my Johari Window, where I compare what I percieve as my positive aspects to what you, my friends and classmates, percieve as being my best aspects.

† And this "THIS" being my Nohari Window, which is the same idea, but with negative aspects.


Please, friends, do this for me.

Thank you, that is all.

Stolen from facebook (which makes me a bad person on several levels...):

01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage is allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears' 55-hour-just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents raise only straight children.

08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

Oh such a lovely day. Not having afternoon class, India Café and sweet boyfriends are all very much for yes (to borrow Alex's phrase).

What does a zombie like to wear?
A Bwaincoat

What's a zombie's favourite song?
Bwainted Love

What's a zombie's favourite film?
Bwainspotting

What's a zombie's favourite song?
Bwaint It Black

What's a zombie's favourite film?
Singin' in the Bwain

What's a zombie's favourite film?
Strangers on a Bwain

What's a zombie's favourite film?
Bwain Man

I'm not angry, let's establish that right now. Just annoyed, on the simple grounds that the "heartbroken" one shouldn't be the one to bounce back first. I'm not even really annoyed, just mildly irritated. So why am I even writing this?

My prerogative, I suppose.

I spent about twenty-four hours stranded in North Platte, Nebraska due to the blizzard hovering over the eastern part of the state.

I've never been so happy to see Mt. Vernon in my life.

It's been a rather draining week. I don't think I'll be up to too much of an emotional investment in, well, anything for a while. I think what I want today is to stay in bed and let Stevie Nicks soothe me.


"Time makes you bolder/ even children get older/ Well, I'm getting older too..."