Archive | May, 2008

the other side of campus

21 May

The name of this blog was going to be None Buys Weed at 4:15 am. I can’t sleep so i came outside on the porch to smoke a cigarette and pass time on the computer, and right as i light up, so does the south-central nightlife. A small white car pulls up about 15 ft in front of me ( note: i am not at troy east, im on the other side of campus) and pulls forward and back a few times. A tall man gets out who i can’t see well with no sun or contacts. He’s facing me, im facing him. He turns out his lights and gets back in the car. I go inside for a a few seconds, come back out, and re-light up. Fuck that- I have as much right to be out here as he does. Drug deal with a neighbor? perhaps. But nobody buys weed at 4 am. It’s a real drug deal if this is the case. I start typing this. The title changed from a focus on the drug deal because a few seconds later, another car pulls up a few spaces behind it. Turns out, it’s unrelated business. This guy is vandalizing. The guy in the white car sits, The guy in the silver sedan is climbing the fence to vandalize the school across the street, and I, the little white girl sit about 20 feet away from them sitting with my laptop blogging about the experience. Another car pulls up and stops. DOes some flashy signal with his headlights. So much for coming outside to get some calm,cool air get to sleep. Sirens in the distance. I guess ill go back inside. What happens in the nighttime? More than Ill ever know.

Really Sad Stuff

20 May

A horrible thing happened in my town this week. A 14 year old freshman that goes to the high school jumped off a bridge in front of a local train…committing suicide. It has people pretty shaken up. I am not really sure what to think of it. Obviously it is deeply saddening and I can’t even begin to imagine what this kid’s parents are going through. I didn’t know him and my sisters didn’t either.

What was so awful in his life that he felt like he couldn’t fix it? How could someone feel so alone that suicide is their ONLY hope? 14 years old…

In proof of my commitment to the team…

18 May

To answer questions about my whereabouts, I’m home, safe and sound and having escaped from the crazy packing and moving fiasco (of which Sarah and Emily are still living, I believe – word on the street is that you two are living in Troy still?!?). 

My feet are still sore from the gazillion hours of banquet work I did over the last three days, and I’ve actually had dreams about the restaurant, which is a sign that I’ve been there too much. Ai yaiyay. 

I haven’t seen anyone yet, because I got home yesterday around 9:00, and then (drumroll, please) slept from 10:00 pm to 2:00 pm today! So now the plan is to tackle all of these boxes and things, and organize my life, and order some Orange Team supplies, and register for my chem class this summer, and figure out what’s going on with Amsterdam courses, and such. But tomorrow, the game plan is to get up early and make my friend Alex breakfast before he ships off to air force summer training, and then go visit Eli in San Francisco. 

My little brother is about two inches taller than me now! And his voice got deeper! I missed so much! Slash growing up scares me. Alotalotalot. He and my Dad got up really early this morning to go hike in Yosemite because my Dad is super stressed out about work.

Oh oh and one of my friends sent me an e-mail saying that she is going to be getting this award! AMAZING! I have to try and see her this week, too, before she leaves to intern in D.C. and I don’t see her again for awhile. But I found out that she is studying in the Netherlands this fall, too, WHICH IS SOOOOOOO COOL. She’s not going to be in Amsterdam, but that still obviously has the potential for us to go on the kinds of trips around Europe we’ve talked about since middle school together. Yayayayayay!

Mmkay. Peace out girl scouts! I love you all dearly. Have a happy day!

And Sarah and Emily… seriously, good luck with living!

ooo and Lisa… I talked with Eliza for awhile and later my mom about Helenes and I really want to talk to you about it sometime before spring. 🙂

OMG. DISHWASHER.

17 May

Alright…I’m starting this thing off…


Natalie–Where are you?
Emily–How was working 23847238472983 million hours? Are you alive?
Sarah–The clean-up/pack-up…how’d it go?

Wednesday/Thursday were crazy. The BBQ with John’s fam was great and then we had a awesome night together. Really rough leaving though. Emotional to say the least. Granted…I’ll see him in a month or so–but same as with not seeing you guys–it’s weird not to see him everyday. It’s cool though, we are good phone talkers.

Went to Temple on Friday night because Ellen graduated Hebrew school. I was making faces of her while she was up on the bima the entire time. That went over well until my mom gave me dirty looks. Lots of them. I stopped.

Anyway, who loves the dishwasher? ME! Yes…I am using as many dishes as my heart desires because I DON’T HAVE TO WASH THEM! woot woot.

Tomorrow I am walking with some friends in the NY AIDS WALK through Central Park. Today we had a bake sale in town to raise money. It was cute. Very high school of us. But I always like the walk, and hopefully it will be good weather. 

Michael pooped in the toilet today for the fist time. HOLLER.

Rachel was in the local paper today. Under police reports. Her actual name was not in it because a) she is a minor and b) she didn’t do anything wrong. She was in a car last week with some 17 year old kid who was speeding and three other girls. The guy got pulled over for going 50 in a 30, then the cop saw is fake ID, then he realized the kid was breaking some other driving regulation. Long story short they arrested the kid and then took Rachel and her friends to the police station. She and her friends were not in trouble at all…the po po just didn’t want to leave them on the side of the street. Nonetheless, my mom was not to please to receive a phone call while she and my step dad were out to dinner saying “Hi, Ms. Ehrich? Yes, this is the Scarsdale Police Headquarters and WE HAVE YOUR DAUGHTER. Would you mind coming to pick her up?” Oh, Rachie.

In other driving news, my step brother got his drivers license yesterday. I am truly praying that he isn’t going to kill someone. I don’t want to be on the roads with him there. Seriously. Scary. Good for my mom though so she won’t have to lug his annoying ass around anymore. 

I really can’t believe this year is over. I still feel like a freshman. Today someone asked me what year I was in in college and I said “a sophomore” and then corrected myself. Shit man…adulthood on the way. I am sort of in denial as my bags are still in the car. I feel like unpacking means it is really summer which means that I am not living with you guys and that I am not seeing John and that I am not a sophomore. Life’s a changing.

Cockroaches can live for nine days after their head has been cut off.

Loooooove,
Me.

both my thumbs

14 May

an earthquake in china

who knew?

both my thumbs

13 May

an earthquake in china

who knew?

A Two Way Analysis of Variance

8 May

Looking both ways before crossing an intersection is tricky enough; LA road rage and the epidemic of text message addicted bikers are honestly the most dangerous elements about life in South Central for a pedestrian like myself. Territory Gangs? Harmless. Biker Gangs? Lethal.
Here I stand. Toes curling over the edge of the sidewalk. An Intersection. Soul Street becomes Body Boulevard. Spring Semester’s cemented sidewalk meanders in a windy Summer alleyway. The two roads intersect perfectly, creating four right angles and a nauseating feeling that I’ll end up moseying the wrong way.

I have spent the past month clicking my heels together, closing my eyes, and visualizing the summer.

Red Light. Stop Days. Look both ways, where I’ve been, where I’m going, reconnect to where I am. Yellow Light, Finals. Synthetic light reflecting off my books into my eyes, a daze so intense it’s mellow.

Yet to turn Green. Anticipating the Green. Green, my favorite color. Green grows. Green changes. Am I ready for the light to change, leave the ol’, soul-enriching challenges of Leavey and this hectic lifestyle in a nicely packaged memory engram of the semester in mental storage, and enter into my body to trailblaze the frontier of the summer ahead?

Change is life’s only constant. To question change and approach it timidly is sleepwalking through life, not living. When the light turns green I gotta go, and for the sake of my physce I should embrace the destination.
My humble opinion: everything does not happen for a reason, but everything does happen and our interpretation of why and how, I reason, is what takes us where.
Ready, Set, –>

A Two Way Analysis of Variance

8 May

Looking both ways before crossing an intersection is tricky enough; LA road rage and the epidemic of text message addicted bikers are honestly the most dangerous elements about life in South Central for a pedestrian like myself. Territory Gangs? Harmless. Biker Gangs? Lethal.
Here I stand. Toes curling over the edge of the sidewalk. An Intersection. Soul Street becomes Body Boulevard. Spring Semester’s cemented sidewalk meanders in a windy Summer alleyway. The two roads intersect perfectly, creating four right angles and a nauseating feeling that I’ll end up moseying the wrong way.

I have spent the past month clicking my heels together, closing my eyes, and visualizing the summer.

Red Light. Stop Days. Look both ways, where I’ve been, where I’m going, reconnect to where I am. Yellow Light, Finals. Synthetic light reflecting off my books into my eyes, a daze so intense it’s mellow.

Yet to turn Green. Anticipating the Green. Green, my favorite color. Green grows. Green changes. Am I ready for the light to change, leave the ol’, soul-enriching challenges of Leavey and this hectic lifestyle in a nicely packaged memory engram of the semester in mental storage, and enter into my body to trailblaze the frontier of the summer ahead?

Change is life’s only constant. To question change and approach it timidly is sleepwalking through life, not living. When the light turns green I gotta go, and for the sake of my physce I should embrace the destination.
My humble opinion: everything does not happen for a reason, but everything does happen and our interpretation of why and how, I reason, is what takes us where.
Ready, Set, –>

amusement

3 May

mantra: not a roller coaster, a farris wheel.

amusement

2 May

mantra: not a roller coaster, a farris wheel.

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