okay, so i'm going to be lame and post two blogs today. i have this weird complex where i don't leave my building after a certain time. i feel like its wrong to roam the streets late at night. so, i'm confined to my room until i get over that and entertainment options in my dorm are limited. it's either pick lint out of my shag rug or blog. i choose blog. i hate making transitions in blogs and essays and writing in general, so i'm just going to make this easy: bangs. my bangs have been growing at a rapid rate since my last hair cut and i'm in somewhat of a bind since i have no idea where any hair salons are in the minneapolis area. i'm also navigationally challenged, so if i were to discover a salon, chances are i couldn't get there via public transportation. i'm hoping that i can hitch a ride with a friend home this weekend and get an appt with my regular stylista before i turn into a modern day cousin it. that day is fast approaching. my next issue is that i can never decide how to cut my hair. i love many aspects of different cuts, so when i try and explain to my stylist what i want, it comes out as an incoherent jumble. in the back of my mind, though, i always know what i want my haircut to resemble. and that is asian hipster hair. there are a few girls on my floor who are the awesome asian hair poster children. their hair is flawless. even when they consider their hair to be greasy and grimy, their locks look like tiny flowing streams. when my hair looks bad, it looks like a mousy tuft.



i mean, look at this. PLEASE. why can't I have perfect bangs, too???

Someone recently posted a note on my door about "Open Door Day". First of all, it kind of irritates me that people put tacky shit on my door. Why must we make dorms, which are the epitome of tacky, more tacky? Oh, and here's the ironic twist. I live on the Design floor with the interior designers and graphic designers and the people who are here to pursue an education in aesthetics. Why is no one stopping the madness? Personally, I think it's those fashion majors. Anyway, back to the other travesty known as Open Door Day. Let me just be the first one to say that I don't like Open Door Day. I hate being watched. And I'm not a huge fan of my neighbors. Why would I want to give the people on my floor the opportunity to eye up my room/valuables and stare at me, like the human pretzel at a freak show. Now, I'm not saying that all the people on my floor are evil creepers with larcenous tendencies, however, I don't think the university recommends each student buy a laptop lock to keep the boogeyman from stealing it. I shouldn't have to feel guilty for wanting to protect my merch. I used a good portion of my funds from working at the printshop this summer to pay for all my furnishings and housewears, and there are some brain cells I will never get back from inhaling all those toxic printing fumes. Whatever, maybe I just enjoy being the mysterious hermit of E*@6 . People will stop at my door and wonder...who is this mysterious resident who refuses to conform with our open door ritual? And that excites me :) OH, and this has no relation to what I was just discussing, but I don't have cable in my dorm. I went down to talk to the ComCast dude to discuss the rates because I'd like to know how much I'm going to have to dish out each month before I commit for a semester. After awkwardly waiting in line for 10 mins (there's one other person in line, btw), the guy hands me a sheet and starts rattling off all the sign up directions and where to put my signature, and I was like, hang on there buddy. I just want to know your rates, which is a silly question apparently. He looks at me with this goofy grin and starts explaining the benefits, and then tells me that their great student rate is $35 a month!! For STUDENTS! He followed this by explaining that $35 is a great price compared to their regular rates. Yeah, well, you know what? People who pay the regular rates have jobs and probably a wife and three kids. They get a little letter addressed to them every two weeks with a check enclosed. I'm a college student. My diet consists of fruitloops and captain crunch. I go around campus collecting free stuff. I don't have money to buy art supplies that I need, yet alone $35 a month for cable. So I told him that I'd think about it and get back to him. I then ran to my room, popped a few fruitloops in my mouth, laughed a little and then cried in my pillow knowing I wouldn't get to watch Stacy & Clinton or The Office this year. I guess it's youtube for me this season.

Is anyone else super psyched about this fall's move line-up? Albeit, none of my friends really want to go to any of them with me, but I don't care, you really only need the company of a large soda and family size bucket of popcorn.

Okay, so maybe these aren't all coming out this fall, but I'm still excited and still including them:

Twilight: Cedric lives!!!!

New York, I Love You: I have a new found appreciation for NY (okay, obsession) after my recent trip there, plus look at the cast list. Olivia Thirlby, Natalie Portman, Shia LaBeouf, that dude from Knocked Up. Need I say more?

Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist: Michael Cera with a guitar? Juno redux. Boo ya!

Nights to Rodanthe: Okay, I'm not really into this one, but my friends are and I'm trying to be open minded. Now, I never actually watched Unfaithful in its entirety, but it seemed to be sufficiently depressing. And I admire a movie that can really put a damper on your day. So, it should be interesting to see what good ol' Richie and Diane can bring to the table this time.

Harry Potter: Why, oh why did those *insert derogatory title here* push back my beloved Harry Potter movie. I look forward to this all year. They give us a glimpse of this film's amazingness and then announce that we can't see it for another 11 months. It's like saying, "Hey, I bought you a box of chocolates, but I ate them on the way here". It's like that x 1000000000. Grr, anyways, the young Tom Riddle looks awesome, just like that Damien kid. And I think it's kind of cool that he's Ralph Fiennes nephew. I love it when life parallels film.

That's all I can think of at the momento. I'm sure there's more, in which case I'll edit this post later. On a different, but semi-related note, we have a theater nearby campus on Oak Street, which plays foreign and indie films and I'm going to try and check it out this weekend. Maybe I'll find a nice place to indulge my inner movie freak.

Until next time (which may be never),
Stefani

Sometimes I watch movies only for a certain scene reminscent of a fond memory or dream I had. Or to embark on a journey of the soul.

Ugh. I really do not feel like blogging today, but nevertheless, here I am. The AP English test is tomorrow and I've decided to take the age old approach of osmosis. I'm just going to sit here and type and let all the good test energy surrounding me soak in. It's not that I'm too lazy to study, its just that my AP review book is sitting a whole two feet away from me and I really do not want to strain myself before the big test. If I pulled my arm muscle, then it would effect my hand, and therefore cripple my handwriting abilities and I would fail.

The AP History test is Friday and I'm planning to take the osmosis approach for that, too. If there was one test I had a chance at passing, it would be the AP English Lit and Comp. So, studying up a storm for the history test at this point is just futile. I did my homework, I read the chapters (until I was hungry for a fudgesicle and then I left the book sitting on the couch), and I reviewed my handy little Spark Notes History 101 book yesterday in the car on the way to skating. Despite what I lead you to believe with my pessimistic attitude, I'd really like to pass at least one test, though. After enduring a whole year of these quote unquote "college level" classes, I wouldn't exactly be jazzed to have to retake them my first year of college.

Our literary and art magazine, Bloodstone, had a huge malfunction today, which was essentially, my fault. The table of contents was saved as a jpeg, obviously my idea because I was the one using Photoshop, and the faculty advisors found some mistakes with people's names. Can't you just change the jpeg, you ask? Well, you can't edit typing when your document is in a jpeg format, so basically, we were screwed. Thankfully, the other two kids on the graphics team did some searching and found the original EPS file and now all is well.

The only other thing that happened today that could be qualified as remotely exciting was the little smoking ad I got to be in. If the picture turns out, I might be on an ad at the movie theater as an evil smoking teenager! Yes, my greatest aspiration fulfilled.

I'm planning to retake the ACT soon and actually study this time, so I'll write a little about that in my next update.

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