theladyrose | the pizza man, Jerry Garcia, and other stories

People really can be very generous. I ended up talking to one of the pizza servers in the Science Center for a good length of time and ended up giving me a free pizza slice. And then he gave me another becuase the original slice was cold free of charge. Being my paranoid self, I was a little uncomfortable with his asking a few personal questions (age, current residence) but reassuringly enough he's married and has a son my age and did remark that he wasn't trying to be a dirty old man although he does like Asian women (although this could be a reverse psychology trick. Hmmm). He offered to take several friends and me out around Cambridge to all the "hot spots," which was rather nice of him. But I politely declined, saying that my parents were coming to visit and that I would be spending a lot of time with them in the next week, which is true. He was terribly nice about it and said that he understood, that he would be a little worried if someone asked his son something similar. Needless to say I know where I'm going to get lunch more often now.

I had my first journalism class this morning. My instructor seems to be quite knowledgeable about her field but nervous about teaching; she's a former lawyer and investigative reporter for the Boston Herald, so she does seem somewhat nervous about instructing a class of 15. There are four undergrads, one grandmother, and several foreign students from Greece, France, Turkey, China, and Korea. There's also a guy named Charlie who's in this class as well as my behaviorism seminar, so I might try studying/brainstorming articles with him sometime as he's in the dorm across from mine. There's a fair amount of reading to do for the next class as well as a few short writing assignments, which I like. I prefer having to write several short articles rather than doing one long boring one about a topic I'm totally ignorant. Would anyone happen to be a Jerry Garcia fan who'd like to tell me a little more about him so I can write his obituary?

Oh, and the floating molecule by the Science Center staircase is actually a peptide, and the little metallic ball things that I thought represented electrons are actually supposed to be hydrogen atoms.

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Oh Andrea...how can we not love ya
....mmm...pizza....mmm
I thought I was getting a nerdy/html/funny/programmer t-shirt or something...maybe you can get Sophia to get me one!!! That be so cool...I'd wear it all the time too!!! hahahhaha....oh I love my nerdy self. Totally, tell Sophia!!

love ya, ttyl, Oh i got your e-mail and you will be getting a letter to.

Sounds good then! Sophia will be getting you a suitably geeky shirt :D

And I might just be able to find you that purse that you've been looking for, too, when I'm in NYC, so I'll see what I can do :)

and several foreign students from Greece, France, Turkey, China, and Korea.

All students from countries that hate each other (well, France hates everybody). I'm horribly jealous about the level of people you get to converse with. Make lasting friends while you're there, they'll come in handy the rest of your life.

Hahaha, I didn't even notice that at first! Currently I'm serving as a sort of translator for the English and Turkish girls as they spend most of class looking terribly confused. There are quite a few really cool people around, but there are also a fair number of idiots and that one predatory guy who pressured my roommate and me to go see Legally Blonde with him who we discovered lives on the first floor of our dorm. But thanks for the advice as always.

You could pay them to fight to the death. The initial loss would easily be made up by the betting pool profits. Plus, as ringleader you'll also be able to auction off their dorms after the fight. No matter where you go you'll never escape idiots. Might as well put 'em to good use (I'm sure the legally blonde boy would make for excellent archery practice).

Go to Target tomorrow and pick up a camera. I demand pics!

Whoops, sorry, I think that the Greek girl is in my behaviorism seminar and the Turkish girl is in my journalism class, so I don't think they'll be seeing each other anytime soon. But I could be mistaken; there might also be one in journalism as well. I'll have to double check tomorrow morning.

All of the idiots are convinced that I have an accent. I have absolutely no idea why. I'm wondering whether or not randomly swearing at them in Slavic might shoo them away?

Hmmm, archery practice. A pool stick would be more practical for clobbering, though. The possibilities are endless...

My roommate has a digital camera and wants to take some pictures of me and Sophia and of Harvard, so perhaps I can get her to take those soon.

Is the Greek girl cute?

I'm not sure what to tell you about the accent. There has to be a way to exploit this though. Say your parents were both Esperanto so you were raised with English as a second language.

Whenever I think of pool cues I think of that scene from Shuan of the Dead where they're beating the zombie on beat with Queen. I'm not sure why. It was a good movie, I suppose.

A digital camera? Yes! Satisfaction is only achieved through instant picture gratification!

She's fairly nice looking, I think.

I tell people that I first learned English from my mother who spoke like a BBC announcer, and during my many trips when I was little to then-colonial Hong Kong I was surrounded by the Asian-British accent. It's very distinctive, although I personally don't recognize those speech patterns in my own voice.

I haven't seen Shawn of the Dead before. I should, prolly.

I have to go find a cheap digital camera, but my roommate, Danielle, promised to bring her camera when some friends and I go into Boston tomorrow. That should be exciting.

You have to write Jerry Garcia's obituary? How odd. Why?

Not that I know anything about him except that his fans in general bug me.... One of them came to pick up some kittens once and saw that industrial hemp grows wild along our woodline (the birds seed where they roost no matter how many years in a row you hit the area with round-up) and thinking it was its more potent relative lit up his own stash right there.

And he was not the kind of person who should have been smoking something that makes you fat and lazy, if you know what I mean.

Our first assignment is to write the obituary of a famous person because it's easier to find information about him on the web. I have no idea whether or not my instructor is a fan of his or not.

No, I think I do know what you mean. I passed by a "Legalize hemp!" stand on my way to the stationery store two days ago, and the guy manning the booth probably shouldn't have been smoking anything either.

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