Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Monday, December 08, 2008

Friday, December 05, 2008

I Have No Words

Don't they look photoshopped? It's weird, right? Not just me?

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

I'm Sorry, What?

A title clip from E! News on Hulu is titled:

Britney Celebrates "GMA" Style.

I'm sorry, what? Britney celebrated her birthday by furthering the corruption of a developing nation? I disagree.

Monday, November 17, 2008


......hey catherine.....its been a long time.......but who knew that grad school was no joke? .. you sure didnt......wow..its really annoying to not use apostrophes properly..........anyways....this whole learning and retaining information thing is new and different......its hard to undo 16 years of bullshitting through classes.....waiting for your class to start at six and youre already really hungry....thats not a good sign....i hope someone brings in some good food for class....its the only thing that keeps you awake on monday nights....the mandatory bringing of food.......

Photo When I Feel Like It

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

An Excellent Idea

I think many of my friends have thought of this, but they take it too far and actually get pregnant.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Dear God, WHY?!

I have decided that when I grow up, I must live south of the Mason-Dixon Line. It it only October, and I have already seen the weather dip below 32 degrees.


I Kind of Love This

Unbelievable McCain Vs. Obama Dance-Off - Watch more free videos

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Go away. You were annoying three years ago. Nothing has changed.

I have signed onto AIM for the first time in years this week. I figured there were people I used to talk to all the time that I simply lost touch with because I switched over to GoogleChat without letting all the appropriate people know my gmail address. So I'm catching up with people that I haven't kept up with in a long time and enjoying it. It is nice to see how people are doing after long absences. However, these are all people whose friendships I valued. People who brought something to the table. Unfortunately, there are also those who bring nothing.

Someone IM'ed me last night. He annoys the shit out of me. Formally of my "school" subheading, he was moved to the "wack" subheading after all obligatory class associations passed. I cannot remember his real name for the life of me. I think there is a "T" involved somehow, but I am unsure. It is a mystery. Even after he transitioned from "school" to "wack," he would barrage me with unwanted IMs. About the weather. About classes that we did not have in common. About shit I do not care about. If you look at my logs, this is what you see:
dumbass(10:24:35 PM): [something dumb or annoying!]
dumbass(10:24:50 PM): [more inane shit!]
dumbass signed off at (10:25:45 PM)
Three years later:
dumbass(12:13:46 PM): [something dumb or annoying!]
dumbass(14:24:08 PM): [more inane shit!]
dumbass signed off at (15:03:24 PM)
So you see I do not encourage this. I think there needs to be a statute of limitations on when you can IM someone after the last point of contact. If the parties involved were once good friends, there need not be such a statute. But in cases such as this, I think after more than six months, no contact is warrented unless there is a specific, pressing need. Like being the only two people in the hemisphere with the same blood type and your kidney is desperately needed. Even then, going into shady mode is acceptable.

Someone is getting deleted from my buddy list.

Monday, September 29, 2008


So we are currently watching the movie 12 o'clock High in class, and a character says:
There's a hole in the dike, Frank, and I'm scared stiff.
I am the only one laughing.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Just a Dab'll Do Ya.

I get home after class yesterday, and I am greeted with the smell of cream cheese. I don't know who used it, but it was beautiful. Now, as I sit in a review session, someone has brought a bagel with extravagant amounts of cream cheese on it. Everywhere I go, fucking cream cheese. I cannot get away.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Oh, Snapple, How I've Missed You

My first Snapple Apple in a few years. It was awesome.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

My God

You people are already in grad school. Cut it out with the pointless questions designed to set yourselves up for future recommendations. Christ.

Front row-ers annoy me.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

That's what I did all day. Minus the orange teeth. Whitestrips, son!

Monday, September 01, 2008

An Homage, If You Will

hey catherine...its been a really long time since youve written anything here.....you didnt do anything super super exciting over the summer though....but it was still good times.....having to save up for school put a damper on gallivanting plans.....and the super expensive gas prices.....that blows......now that youre in boston, you really miss your car....oh nigel.....how great you were....but everything seems ok now up here....the roomates seem cool....lots of hate flowing around.....that always makes you feel a little more comfortable....but now you have to learn a city all over again....gonna be a pain....and its hard to go from the ease of a car back to completely relying on public transportation.....maybe you should get a scooter....we'll see how it goes for a couple of weeks before thinking more seriously about that though.....the weather is already so much cooler here than back home....its only in teh 70s today...lovely....this opinion will change soon though...even though you look forward to breaking out your fall/winter stuff...you will def start to really hate on winter and wish that you enrolled at tulane instead.....but then if you went there...youd be moving in just as the city has to be evacuated........so you guess you made the right choice....hurricanes must be worse than boston levels of cold.....so classes start tomorrow....sucks that the only day you have a morning class is on tuesdays....youre gonna have to channel some map reading skills or something....hope you dont get super lost and then show up all late to the very first class....way to start things off right....well....thats all for now.....its really hard writing like this....you dont know how people do it.........................................................

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Puffy McChipmunk

One good thing about this whole wisdom teeth debacle is that I have new resolve to never ever ever ever ever get fat. This moonface thing is not working.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

Although, it seems like that's all I ever feel like.

Photos, I mean.

Friday, July 04, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

Very Tinkerbell, no?

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

Check out the dust. This lens is crazy. Also, my office is dirty.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

That's Not a Good Sign

From this week's chat with Gene Weingarten:

Absentmindedness: You can't remember where you left your keys and you finally find them on the nightstand.

Alzheimer's: You can't remember where you left your keys and you finally find them in the refrigerator.

Fuck. I find the remote control in the refrigerator at least once a month.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Friday, May 02, 2008

I'm a Citizen, Dammit

Why must every school need 2093534975 documents that prove I'm a citizen. Just because my place of birth is not in the US does not mean I jumped the border or overstayed a visa. God, this is annoying.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

Something's wrong with the world...

when I pack for the Philippines and have to bring bags of rice with me.

Obligatory Middle of the Week Post

This SRT thing has been quite flaky lately. Tuesday, Wednesday, who knows when I'll actually get to it? So now let's just call it the Obligatory Middle of the Week Post. To commemorate this momentous occasion, I'm going to bring back the Snapple facts:
Dim lights reduce your appetite.
I get it, Snapple. I'm turning into a fatty. I know that McDonald's last night was a bad idea, but I really wanted that Big Mac. And those chicken nuggets.

...and the apple pies.

Stop judging me.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

Perhaps posting photos really often will give me a reason to take more. Let's see how this goes.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

And we're on smugmug now.

We'll see how this goes.

Also, Schlumberger is a fun name.

Photo When I Feel Like It


In lieu of SRT.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Why Am I So High?

Why am I so high?
- Me, 203,843,087,525 times on 4/20
I never really got into the whole weed thing in college. It just seemed like getting drunk was more convenient and easier to regulate. I had dabbled a couple of times and was never really impressed. I believe the last time I had any was about five years ago, so of course I decide to dabble again over the weekend thinking it would result in the mild loopiness of the past. Something not unlike sitting at the gas station with your windows down for a little too long. This was not the case.

Life lesson: So thaaaatt's what being high is like.

I don't know how to feel. It was enjoyable for the first 30-60 minutes, and then it got old. I swear that twenty minutes at a bar felt like eight hours. I was all ready to go home until I checked the time (12.20 AM!!!) and realized we had a couple more hours to go. In my elevated state, I decide, "Ok, I can deal with this. Just a couple more hours. I will just sit down and not do anything dumb." Ten hours later, it feels like it's 30 degrees inside of a crowded bar, and I'm shivering and clutching my jacket around myself. After three more hours have passed, I check the time. Hm. Only 12:27, that's not good.

And the night continues on like this. I really needed that shit to be over right then. It was getting old.

On top of the fact that this is the highest I've ever been, the DJ was fuckin' terrible. Songs would cut off for no reason. At some points, it sounded like he stepped away from the equipment and just let a cat walk around on top of the knobs/keys/buttons. I really thought I was losing time, the mixing was so terrible. (It has since been confirmed that I did not lose time, and the DJ really was the worst ever.) Now, it was not only the audio fucking with my mind. I underwent optic injury as well. Huge swathes of crazy white kids start "dancing" in front of me, consisting mostly of random jumping and what appeared to be violent seizures. I honestly thought I was hallucinating. I remember repeatedly asking the people around me if they were seeing the same thing. (They were, and I'm not sure if this was what I wanted to hear.) I blame them for making me feel higher than I probably was.

I'm sure there's more to tell, but I was high. Gimme a break. In short, it was cute for about an hour, and that's about it for me.


Dear Kuyung,

I don't ever do anything bad. This was all just stealing someone else's story and telling it in the first person to make it a better read. Repeat: I don't actually do ANY of these things.


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Teh New Hawtness


The Magic of Desperation

Can I do a year's worth of work in two weeks? I think we'll find that I can.

SR(Who Cares?) #79

It's strange. I had a #1 at McDonald's yesterday, but did not have the sudden urge to poo 30 minutes later. Has the Big Mac's efficacy as a laxative been lost on me?

ADDENDUM Haha. The #1 usually leads to a #2. HA.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

SRT #78

I broke down and bought Converses. :-/

Monday, April 07, 2008

Who Is You?!

This fucking coworker is really getting on my nerves now. While I'm trying to make my bagel* this morning, she comes into the kitchen and asks if I caught some segment on some morning show yesterday about sneaker collecting. This wasn't so much the problem as that her voice was dripping with this terrible condescending tone. It's like she was marinating this question to me for the past 24 hours in self-righeous. So what that some people wait in line for sneakers? That they spend more on shoes than on their apartments? WHAT DO YOU CARE? Everybody has something. Some people collect stamps. Other people, shoes. She keeps a compost bin and has a chicken coop. Just LET IT GO.

I've now realized that this is what makes everything she says super annoying. Taking the words at face value, you wouldn't think it was THAT annoying, but it's all soaked in this self-righteous I'm-better-you attitude that makes me want to rip her face off. Not all of us want to be self-satisfied high and mighty freakshows.

God. Now I'm gonna be annoyed for the rest of the day.

* Thomas' Bagels + Honey Nut Philadelphia creamcheese = awesome.

Sunday, April 06, 2008


One of my coworkers is a bit of an over-sharer. It can feel quite awkward. For example, I know:
  1. Her parents are quite the bigots,
  2. Her siblings are often unemployed/drunk/wastes of life, and, most horribly,
  3. She just had a colonoscopy last week.
There is NO REASON for me to know this. I do not want the details of her medical history, especially regarding her butt. This is an OVER-SHARE.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Kuyung says...

The other guys that Jesus raised up don't count?
This is true. Those are the first zombies. More accurately, Jesus is more like the first vampire, as he requires us to drink his blood to be in the club.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

My mom insists on having something super Catholic in all of her cars, and I recently acquired some Batman legos. So now TwoFace has a new super best friend!

Also: Jesus, the first zombie?

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

SRT #77

And I have officially been accepted into one grad school, which means that come August, I'm outta here no matter what. I received an email about three weeks ago telling me to expect an acceptance package, and while I did tell others about this happy development, I was still halfway expecting a follow up saying they had made a terrible terrible mistake. But now that I have the actual package in my possession, I can rest a little easier.

And thank god, I don't think I can take much more of the ennui that is my job.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

Even though I don't draw/tag anymore, I still treasure all of my Sharpies.

The Time for Complacency is Over.

I've recently been reminded of the constant threat of zombies in this world. You may think we are safe. We are not. You could be eating a delightful brunch al fresco, and a zombie will reach out from the sewer and GRAB YOUR FOOT. You could be walking home after a busy day at work when a zombie appears and EATS YOUR NECK. This is a serious threat, people.

Take heed.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

A Little Over Eager, Are We?

Bookswim is kinda glorious, but is this really necessary?

Hi Catherine, Time to fill your Pool

It's okay to throw our books in the pool.

Yes, you heard right. Your rental pool has dropped to 84 books and we'll have a tough time getting you future shipments when we don't know what you want! To expedite your shipments, it's always important to always have at least 6 in your Rental Pool at all times, especially if a book is not on hand, an alternate in-stock book could be sent so that you're never without your favorite books.
I think 84 books should last a little while, don't you?

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

SRT #76

Have you noticed that the more you hate on someone, the more reasons you find to hate them? I know this sounds obvious, but bear with me. Of course it's a slippery slope from casual hatred to the sheer concentrated hatred of a thousand suns, but the hatee only makes it easier as time passes. It's as though they know how my black soul feeds on hate, and when faced with decisions, they consistently chose the option that leads to the greatest amount of hate. This is unquestionable proof that God loves me and wants me to be happy.

This and beer.

This and beer and Paul Smith.

This and beer and Paul Smith and shoes in general.

Ok, there is lots of proof that God loves me and wants me to be happy, but this gift of hate is definitely number one right now.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

SRT #75

Instead of going to the Sartorialist exhibit tomorrow, I am going to be dodging war protesters after work tomorrow. Not that I'm against protesting the war, it's just that weaving in and out of any protesters can make me irritable.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

If you don't love Betty White...

you must not have a sense of humor.

The best moment is at 1:06. I cannot stop laughing.

SRT #74

1. How are you gonna be on FaceHunter AND The Sartorialist on the same day? That's crazy talk.

2. I now drive by a homeless shelter every morning. Old homeless people are perhaps the saddest thing ever. It's disgusting how the elderly are neglected.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

SRT #73

I fuckin' hate how whenever I declare embargo, my email is suddenly deluged with messages about crazy crazy sales. Why, God? WHY?!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

The reason for embargo.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

SRT #72

I was supposed to finish up a report today.

That did not happen.

We'll see how it goes tomorrow.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Get a Room.

While walking towards the local cathedral* for Ash Wednesday mass, there is a throng of people exiting from the just completed service. The sidewalk was completely full of be-ashed and soon-to-be-ashed Catholics. Why was one person walking along and powdering over her ashes at the same time? Is she ashamed of being Catholic? I'm not particularly proud of being Catholic, but I'm not ashamed of it. It's just what I am. If she's not ashamed of her ashes, shouldn't she at least be ashamed of that shame and powder over them in private? Especially when you are surrounded by people coming from/on their way to mass. It just seems wrong.

* Yes, local cathedral.

I Love Words. Don't You Love Words?

Shenanigans is a delightful word. It elicits such joy upon exiting my mouth. (I feel like I should make a dirty joke right now, but it gets more convoluted the more I think about it.) Also, convoluted is a good word. Not as delightful as shenanigans, but it has its merits. There are limitations to the delight of shenanigans though. Anyone under the age of 30 can use it to much laughter. The younger the user, the more amusing it is. Anyone who has been ravaged by time can also use it to much delight. I'd rather hear a crazy 90 year old cat lady say it than a well-coiffed/clad 55 year old. Being classy/sophisticated just detracts from the joy. Age and social standing are not the only factors affecting it, as levels of authority have a tremendous effect. For example, Bush is a crazy motherfucker and wants to blow up the world(I mean that figuratively, I have nothing against Barbara Bush). Clinton just wants to get blown. See the difference?



The use of the delight* that is shenanigans should not be used by all. But if you are one of the lucky few able to use it in such a way, have at it.

*Also, delight itself is delightful. So light. So airy. It just rolls off the tongue like a delightfully dirty joke.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

I'm kinda feelin' this square photo thing. Also, I should do a better crop of this.

SRT #71

I'm really looking forward to re-reading A Wrinkle in Time, which is included in my latest Bookswim shipment. I remember really enjoying it when I was a kid but really have no recollection of why. I must resist the urge to check wikipedia for a plot summary.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

It's electric!
Boogie woogie woogie woogie.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

I think this water fountain on Pennsylvania Avenue is still broken and in no danger of ever being fixed.

Also, I'm pretty sure that the homeless people use these fountains to wash their underpants. I would not recommend drinking from them.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

SRT #70

I am well on my way to becoming a fatty. Let me count the reasons:
  1. My mom broke her arm in such a way that she is not going to work for 4-6 months. I now must take the bus home, which removes my daily 1.7ish mile walk every weekday. That's a lot of walking.
  2. Over the Christmas break, I successfully got my metabolism back up. I am hungry every 2-3 hours no matter how much I eat. Without the daily walking, this is bad.
  3. I love food. Someone just has to mention a food to me and I will desperately want it for the next few days. This week started out with steak, but now I need a crepe. Preferably from this place i used to go to on UPenn's campus. Perhaps I can track down a steak crepe around here.
My jeans have been feeling a little tight lately, so I need to take some preventative measures. But what?

Monday, January 28, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It

I don't remember where I read this, but, "If your photos aren't good enough, it's because you aren't close enough."

Someone buy me a macro.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

I Think It's the Smoking

Obama has such a pretty voice.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Photo When I Feel Like It and EW.

I like this pic, but as mentioned a few posts earlier, I think it borders on being too warm. But I still like it.

On another note, I just signed into my Flickr account and it shows a couple of my photos, some photos from my contacts, and then a couple new photos from everyone on Flickr. Why is there hard core porn in that last category? EW. I don't think that thing's gonna fit ANYWHERE.

You can't just surprise people with porn. It's not right. You need to be mentally prepared for it. At least I do. I don't wanna sign in and be immediately greeted with a demon penis. NO. I need some warning. You gotta ease into it. Such things cannot be rushed. I'm not really sure that applies to boys though. Sometimes I feel like they just sit around bored, and they just up and decide to pop Good Will Cunting into the DVD player. No preamble necessary. But then, boys are gross. I do not think they are a good standard of measurement for the human race. In any case, my point is this: surprise porn is bad porn.

Calm Down

I just came the closest I ever had to real stress. The other week, everyone on my floor got new desks, so it was an ideal opportunity to clean out the office. I must have thrown away twenty pounds of papers/old reports that I do not need anymore. Today, however, I couldn't find a pile of reports that really should not be discarded. They are a vital element in the upcoming months. Losing these would not only knock me down in front of my boss, but an entire panel of doctors and PhDs would delight in publicly scolding/eviscerating me for this error.

In any case, I located said papers about five minutes later, hiding amongst a pile of unread/unrelated articles. The Panic has passed.

This is my first experience with immediate panic. I've felt stress before, but it was always something more gradual, like an upcoming exam I hadn't prepared for. Or, as a more of-the-moment event, right before a piano competition. However, in both of these cases, I always pulled through and very rarely exhibited any outward sign of stress. People have told me that I'm the calmest person they know. I border on icy. It works for me.

How do people that are easily stressed out deal with life? If that five minutes of sheer terror was a constant theme in my life, I would shoot myself. It fucking sucks. If I don't feel it again for the next twenty years, it will still be too soon. How do people deal with that feeling all the fucking time?

Thursday, January 24, 2008


The ennui is now a bit on the debilitating side. Just a tad. So I'm looking for something to get me out of this. We'll see how this goes.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

SRT #69 (Tee hee)

Every time I walk by my boss' office, I try to catch a glimpse of the monitor. Today he is playing hearts. Good to know that I'm not the only one having an unproductive day.

Photo of the Day? Week? Month? It's a Mystery!

I like the green here, but I pretty much always like a bit of green.

I do think i should have come out a little and put the pipe more to the left. (That's what she said.)

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Resolution #4

Say random things to leave strangers horrified/morbidly curious:

While walking off a Metro car:
...so I said that no amount of yoga would help. I mean, it was HUGE...
...the doctor said that green was not a good sign...
::doors close::

Clearly, my theme for this year is to confound as many people as possible. I think that this is a goal worthy of my time and effort. Don't you?

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

SRT #68

Yesterday had a couple of random encounters.

1. In the morning, a blind guy ran into me. When I turned around ready to lash out, his blindness was apparent, and I was forced to hold in my rage. And he apologized. Jerk. How DARE he steal my moment to unleash some annoyance!

2 In the afternoon after work, a gay dude (in a cowboy hat and who seemed a little drunk already) asks me what direction Dupont Circle is. What kind of gay in DC doesn't know that? You would think he's from out of town, but a conversation ensued where he complained about his apartment being under construction and he was running away from the noise, so he's definitely from around here. This degenerated into how much work sucks and only alcohol and a strip club could comfort him. I declined his offer to come hang out at this mythical strip club. I had important tasks to put off and ignore until the last minute.

Very random.

Monday, January 14, 2008

I Have So Much Work To Do

Originally uploaded by cadilag
Perhaps I will actually do it at some point...

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

SRT #67

Why is it that no matter what direction I am walking, the wind always blows in the direction most inconvenient to my hair? It's quite the mystery.

Also, if I was into skating, I would totally ignore all other expenses and get this.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Resolution #3

I'm gonna try to actually use the library instead of just going out and buying all my books. Shit gets expensive. I just have to make sure not to accumlate excesesive late fees or lose the books. And not go to the library in the ghetto where people get car jacked. But there is a Checkers right by that library, perhaps I can go in the morning/early afternoon, when the scaries are still sleeping.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Resolution #2

I resolve to treat white people like just any another minority. I will not make fun of white people for the unfortunate circumstances of their pale births and will only do so when each's personal behavior/opinion warrants such a reaction. For example, I look forward to having this exchange:
ME: So where are you from?
WHITEY: Baltimore.
ME: Nooo, I mean - where are you from?
WHITEY: (Confused) Uh...BALTIMORE.
ME: (Slowly, as English must not be Whitey's first language) Where. Were. You. Born?
WHITEY: (Even more confused) Johns Hopkins?
ME: (Exasperated) Where were your parents born? France? Germany? Perhaps Poland? Do they speak English?
WHITEY: I have to go now.
I encourage all people of color to do this to anyone deserving. Maybe then they'll see how fucking annoying it is.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Resolution #1

I'm gonna try to use my camera more often and also get a better understanding of photo editing. I think as of now I tend to make things a little to warm, but I also don't like them too cold. I have yet to find a happy medium.