Friday, February 27, 2004
Well this is depressing. I just woke up 15 minutes ago (possible because my only class today is at 1:15). The snow appears to be all gone, which makes yesterday 'blizzard' something of an isolated incident.
Everyone at Clemson is probably aware of University Ridge burning down across the street. I had just left the basement of Holmes to go to Fike when I saw these huge clouds moving fast with the wind. "Snow clouds!" I thought, until I ran into one that was flying a little low. The fact that the air was saturated with smoke, and that sirens were screaming everywhere, convinced me to go check it out. I joined the group of students slowly collecting on Bowman field, watching the whole goddamn 4 story complex burn to the ground. I of course ran back and grabbed my camera, which took some pretty crappy pictures before running out of batteries.
Is was a pretty scary night, and I feel bad for the 100+ students who lost all their stuff. Someone said that maybe they could have grabbed their most important stuff on the way down, but how often, when you hear the fire alarm in your building, do you actually grab anything? We usually just shuffle down, and we'll do it again someday if there actually is a fire.
The snow came Thursday and blotted out everyone's memory. A day filled with sleep, bad sledding, Mystic River, and Outlaw Star.
What does the weekend hold? Tonight we're having a murder mystery dinner prepared by Kyle. Sometime this weekend I have to write a prospectus for an Econometrics paper, which means finding useable data, a thesis, etc. I'm thinking of using some Census Beureau data to try and dispell the myth that abstinence, when taught in Sex Ed, is more effective than contraception. I've already found basic fertility data for ths US (a sample size of 120,000!) and information on the different state Sex Ed policies. It should be interesting.
Agh it's 11:40 already and I need to go jump in the shower if I'm going to make lunch. More later. Or not. *BOOM BOOM BOOM* (drums).
Listening to: The Strokes - 12:51
Everyone at Clemson is probably aware of University Ridge burning down across the street. I had just left the basement of Holmes to go to Fike when I saw these huge clouds moving fast with the wind. "Snow clouds!" I thought, until I ran into one that was flying a little low. The fact that the air was saturated with smoke, and that sirens were screaming everywhere, convinced me to go check it out. I joined the group of students slowly collecting on Bowman field, watching the whole goddamn 4 story complex burn to the ground. I of course ran back and grabbed my camera, which took some pretty crappy pictures before running out of batteries.
Is was a pretty scary night, and I feel bad for the 100+ students who lost all their stuff. Someone said that maybe they could have grabbed their most important stuff on the way down, but how often, when you hear the fire alarm in your building, do you actually grab anything? We usually just shuffle down, and we'll do it again someday if there actually is a fire.
The snow came Thursday and blotted out everyone's memory. A day filled with sleep, bad sledding, Mystic River, and Outlaw Star.
What does the weekend hold? Tonight we're having a murder mystery dinner prepared by Kyle. Sometime this weekend I have to write a prospectus for an Econometrics paper, which means finding useable data, a thesis, etc. I'm thinking of using some Census Beureau data to try and dispell the myth that abstinence, when taught in Sex Ed, is more effective than contraception. I've already found basic fertility data for ths US (a sample size of 120,000!) and information on the different state Sex Ed policies. It should be interesting.
Agh it's 11:40 already and I need to go jump in the shower if I'm going to make lunch. More later. Or not. *BOOM BOOM BOOM* (drums).
Listening to: The Strokes - 12:51
Thursday, February 26, 2004
A fire. Blazing across the street. I've never seen something so beautiful and yet horrible to be so close to. I think it scared all of us.
I think I'm scared enough already.
I think I'm scared enough already.
Monday, February 23, 2004
In the end there could only be one.
After a week of paranoia I made my move. Ben in the afternoon, in the ribs. Deidra in the back on the stairs of McCabe. I returned to my room, drained of all that had pushed me this far. It has ended.
After a week of paranoia I made my move. Ben in the afternoon, in the ribs. Deidra in the back on the stairs of McCabe. I returned to my room, drained of all that had pushed me this far. It has ended.
Sunday, February 22, 2004
a train appeared in town one night.
for some of us it changed our lives
a few of us never saw it coming,
then like the fire it disappeared.
it happens at a wonderful age,
with the traffic lights your mind can change
we made up rules to follow for good,
no wonder we're fucked up, some of us did
tonight never ends if we never go inside.
the moon is always full
your calendar is always pinned on summertime
were you planning on staying forever?
you don't fit in this hole
or don't you remember....hold your breath
walk don't run through the graveyard
a train appeared in town one night.
for some of us it saved our lives
a few of us never saw it coming,
then like the fire we disappear
it happens at a wonderful age,
with the traffic lights your mind can change
we made up rules to follow for good,
no wonder we're fucked up, some of us did
i'm just scared i might never say goodbye...
i won't be around to hold you down,
pry open your ears and ask you why
were you planning on staying forever?
you don't fit in this hole
or don't you remember....hold your breath
walk don't run through the graveyard
is this why you've worked so hard?
is this why you've run so far?
same place, same hello, same goodbye...
helps you pick through beat up insides
for some of us it changed our lives
a few of us never saw it coming,
then like the fire it disappeared.
it happens at a wonderful age,
with the traffic lights your mind can change
we made up rules to follow for good,
no wonder we're fucked up, some of us did
tonight never ends if we never go inside.
the moon is always full
your calendar is always pinned on summertime
were you planning on staying forever?
you don't fit in this hole
or don't you remember....hold your breath
walk don't run through the graveyard
a train appeared in town one night.
for some of us it saved our lives
a few of us never saw it coming,
then like the fire we disappear
it happens at a wonderful age,
with the traffic lights your mind can change
we made up rules to follow for good,
no wonder we're fucked up, some of us did
i'm just scared i might never say goodbye...
i won't be around to hold you down,
pry open your ears and ask you why
were you planning on staying forever?
you don't fit in this hole
or don't you remember....hold your breath
walk don't run through the graveyard
is this why you've worked so hard?
is this why you've run so far?
same place, same hello, same goodbye...
helps you pick through beat up insides
