Monday, October 02, 2006

I've Moved! I think.

I think I'm going to be mainly spending my time over at Vox, just because having two blogs seems a bit pointless. I may cross-post, or give up on Vox and come back here, who knows. I still like good ol' BOUO, so I'm not abandoning it completely. Anywho, if you want to, check out my Vox site:

Saturday, September 23, 2006

No Gray Areas, Just Grey Suits

After I watched House this week, I thought a lot about euthanasia, and where I stand on that issue. It's only a TV show, but it often leads to tough questions and deep thinking. Euthanasia is one of those issues that has no easy, comforting, or satisfying answer, and it's an issue that's sad and depressing to think about. I was saying as much in the Hizzy, a message board that I frequent.
Elen: I wish that there weren't such horrible gray areas in
life. Euthanasia, for instance.
Poster: Right, I vote for grey three-piece suits, instead!
That was a throwback to a previous comment:
Poster: Elen, I have a few words about that pure and chaste
love--what I'm watching right now. Bertie Wooster in a light grey three-piece
suit, strolling Westcombe-on-Sea. The man is a clotheshorse of the best
Count me in. No gray areas, just grey suits! I think the world
would be a more loving place.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Lost, by Michael Robotham

I had the crazy urge to write (instead of studying mi tarea de Espanol) and nothing to write about, so I thought I'd do a very amateur review of a book I read over the weekend.

Lost is a psychological crime thriller written by Brit author Michael Robotham. The novel is told from the point of view of Detective Vincent Ruiz, a descendant of Romanian Gypsies who works in the Serious Crime unit. The novel opens with Det. Ruiz getting pried from a bouy and fished out of the Thames after getting shot in the leg and hand. When he awakes in the hospital, he can't remember why he was shot, or the events leading up to the shooting. Looked at with suspicion by fellow officers and superiors, he enlists the help of a Holmesian phsychologist named Joseph O'Loughlin, and one of his former partners, Ali. The novel follows his attempts to locate a kidnapped, and presumed dead, girl named Mickey, who Ruiz is convinced is still alive and the reason for his getting shot. Woven into his investigation are tales of his estranged family and his tormented past, as well as his newfound addiction to morphine pills and his relationships with others.

All in all, it was an entertaining and easy read. I enjoyed it's rather meloncholy feel and the characters presented. I wish that we had seen more of Joe, who intrigued me a lot. The reader sees a lot of him, but we never really know what's going on in his head. The resolution to the Mickey storyline wasn't really satisfying to me, but I rarely find the ends of books satisfying. I do think that the book itself is wrapped up in an appropriate manner. I don't regret having read it, and I would recommend it to anyone who likes downbeat characters and psychological thrillers.

Boy, it's a lot harder than it looks, writing a book review!

Sunday, September 17, 2006


Disclaimer: This post and the last one have been slightly miserable and pathetic, but seriously, I'm not having a bad time. Mabye it's not the best time evah!!!, but it's fine, and I enjoy a lot about it. So, please, don't think I'm in hell over here. It's just that a lot of the negative stuff I feel or think, I can't really vocalize to my roomies or whoever. I'm using Blogger to vent, for just a little bit.

In a lot of ways, it feels like I'm still in high school. I was just talking about this with Katie the other day, and she agrees. A lot of the people I've met, especially the football players, seem to have not grown up yet, or at least not matured very much. Now, I'm spoiled, since my friends and the people I associate with are by and large more mature than the everage young person. Some things that bug me:
  • Some people in my English class. We recently had a kinda-debate on Iraq, and it just made me annoyed. On one side you had the football guys talking about how America is a "kickass" country and blah blah rightwing blah. On the other side you had the equestrian major going on about oil and blah blah leftwing blah. Plus, it was 8 in the morning on September 11th, so an impromtu, half-arsed discussion on Iraq was kind of the last thing I wanted to hear.
  • Dramarama. I am, by nature, a low-drama person. I don't get angry very easily, and if I do, it goes away quickly. I'm not claiming superiority, because it can be as much of an Achilles heel as a quick temper. It's just how I am. I have a low tolerance for stupid arguments and irritating bitchiness, and already I'm seeing some of that between one of my roomies and our "honorary roomie". They both talk to other people about their anger at each other, but still are "friends". I don't know the details, but basically Z (honorary roomie) manipulated C (roomie) into telling him something personal, and she's mad about that. I've had to listen to phone calls at 4 in the morning about how Z "*%^&$# with the wrong girl", and I've had to listen to Z giggle about how C is "pissed at [him]". However, they have yet to talk to each other about it, and they're both being pretty immature about it, Z especially. Whatever "it" is. Rah.

Wow. I sound like a petty complainer in this post. Sorry about that! I'm really not usually like this. I just had to vent :)

Friday, September 15, 2006

Eh, I Don't Know

I just felt like writing. I'm tired but don't want to nap, bored but don't want to do anything. I feel like I'm in limbo or something. I'm just...existing.

I feel kinda guilty about not wanting to call my friends and family. It's not that I don't miss them, it's just that I don't miss them as much as I thought I would. I want to be on my own for right now, to devote my attention to this right now, and not think about all the things I'm missing or leaving behind. I think on some level I'm afraid that if I think about it, I'll get homesick. It's not even the feelings of homesickness that I'm afraid of, it's the physical response to that. Nausea and all that. I'm a weak person, and I can't deal with physical discomfort or sickness very well. It's pathetic, but it's true.

I don't even know. I got like 5 hours of sleep last night, so I'm a little incoherent.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Boring Meanderings About An Exciting Show

So, House is back, guys. I tried very hard to like last week's episode, but deep down inside I couldn't help but worry that my awesome little (well, not so little anymore) show was declining in quality. I started this week's episode with a little bit of trepidation that was, thankfully, unwarrented. It was excellent.

Cuddy: She was repentant of her actions last week, she was funny ("She's not nearly as delightful as she thinks she is"), she was caring with House, and she had great chemistry, as per usual. I enjoy Lisa Edelstein's work a lot, and she was very good this week.

Chase: Weeell, for a seemingly Chase-centric (sorta) episode, we didn't learn anything about him except that he kinda believes in aliens and is still good with young kids. Jesse Spencer was fine, though, and gave a hilarious-yet-embarassing "yo momma" moment, so I guess I can live with that ;)

Cameron: I don't know how to say this. I really liked her. I mean, I have nothing to complain about with regards to her actions. She was assertive yet appropriate, insistent with Cuddy and Wilson, but didn't overstep her boundries or get to high on her moral high horse. And I still like her bangs.

Foreman: The only character I didn't like at all. Sadly, his character has been revealed or recreated as somewhat heartless. His dig about House being wrong wouldn't have bothered me so much if he hadn't known that House wasn't wrong and was therefor suffering needlessly. Ass. At least Wilson was coming from a better place when he made essentially the same comment. Speaking of...

Wilson: Oooh Jimmy. I liked him better this week, but he still annoyed me, and once he made me very angry. Your Foreman-esque comment was mean and passive-aggressive, so cut that crap out. Not cool. However, his heartbreak at the end scene and his good(ish) intentions kept me from hating him, and had me feeling sorry for him.

House: I express my love every week. Hugh Laurie is amazing and delivers a consistently fantastic, amazing, fabulous, magnificent, heartbreaking, hilarious, etc. performance every single week, and he was especially on this week. I could go on for pages, but I'm not going to. The internet is only so big.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006


This was me walking to class today:

Note the rain boob stains and frizzy hair. Darn classes on opposite ends of the campus. Pppthh.