Saturday, August 30

I think I'll name him Rocky.

 "With their bandit's mask and ringed tail, raccoons (Procyon lotor) are one of North America's most charismatic and recognizable species—even if they are not frequently seen due to their nocturnal habits."
- The Humane Society

Since returning to Mills College, and getting settled in my new room, I have discovered that my bedroom window, when the screen is removed, is a much faster and easier way to enter/exit the building than either of the two doors I could (should?) use, which are two flights up or down stairs. It's ground level, with a little concrete alleyway that leads to one of the main roads on campus.  Soooo in that respect, I have permanently removed the screen, and am storing it in my closet for the duration of the semester. 
Wellll...it's been rather hot here lately, and as NorCal has apparently never heard of A/C, we have to resort to open windows.  This is kind of inconvenient without a screen, but I've learned to deal. Two nights ago, I was on the phone when I heard a rustling noise, like someone walking through the alleyway. It took me a second to realize that it's not exactly normal to have night walkers past my window, which is out of the way of any normal destination on campus.
That is, unless you're a RACCOON! My visitor shuffled up and stopped right outside my window.
 (there's no raccoon here, it's just to give you an idea what my window looks like)
He sat on his haunches and just stared at me, not breaking eye contact. Mind you, it was open, and screenless. Nevermind that the open part is about three feet above the ground from the outside, I was taking no chances that this bandit leap into my room and scratch me to death or bite me with his rabid fangs.
So I did what any logical 19-year-old girl alone at night would do...I started screeching. I can only assume he was less than impressed with my pathetic reaction since he ambled off shortly thereafter.
It was at this point when I thought to myself, "What have I done?" and began to desperately scramble for my camera to document this night visitor.
  (you can almost see him just after the shadow starts)
Sadly, the wall outside caught the flash when I flung my arm out the window, so I made the executive decision to hop out of my window, shoeless, in hot pursuit.

Raccoons are much faster than they look.

I chased him until he ran off up a hill, at which point I had to stop and assess the situation. I decided continuing without shoes in uncharted, unpaved territory was a mal decision and so returned to my room.
  (he's just to the right of that green bush thing)
HOWEVER. I put an apple outside my window, sliced in half, and have been monitoring it. It is thus far unmolested save the few ants that discovered it earlier today. But I have hopes that my masked bandit will return.


***update***

9/1/08
I put some PB&J breadcrusts out there, and they are definitely gone. The apple, however, remains. Guess raccoons (or birds or feral cats or whatever else) are partial to bread...

9/20/08
I've since tried: oyster crackers, cheese, an ice cream cone, and salami. Either the cats or the raccoon LOVE the oyster crackers and salami, and cheese. No one seems to like fruit, as the apple disappeared eventually but it sure took a while. What shall I try next?

Sunday, August 24

Mon anniversaire

This is going to be a blog dedicated to things I notice, think about, care about, and generally feel like telling someone about. So for this entry, I picked one that fits all four...my birthday!
I will be turning twenty years old in a month...which is SO NOT OKAY with me.  If I could, I think I'd be sixteen forever. Or maybe eighteen. Eighteen was a good year. Anyway, since I have to face the inevitable, I might as well get presents for it. Thank god for the person who invented that tradition. Probably a woman.

So, without further ado, my birthday wishlist for 2008:
(the items I REALLY wanted are in purple, and the things I received are crossed out)

1. World Peace (a girl can dream, can't she?)
2. Obama as president (yes, we can did!)
3. My 12-year-old metabolism back (haha...riiiight)
4. Some old man moccasin slippers from L.L. Bean(My friend had them at college last year, I stole them whenever possible. now that I have a pair, I LOVE THEM!! Thanks, AR)
5. A family cruise
6. Gaspard Ulliel, Adam Brody, or JRM as a boyfriend
7. To visit my sister at her college in the fall, preferably for halloween (The visit kicked ass)
8. Complete eradication of the state of New Mexico (excluding Las Cruces), and for the chasm to magically close up and smush together making TX and AZ closer together
9. A Unicorn Vs. Narwhal Playset (No, really)(Thanks colleen!)
10. Down With Love and Thank You For Smoking (I used to own both, but somehow during my first year at college, they disappeared)
11. Anything (everything?) from my Urban Outfitters wishlist*
12. Ditto my Fred Flare wishlist*
13. Annnnd my perpetual kid wishlist*
14. Unlimited airfare to to Phoenix, AZ from wherever I am
15. While I'm dreaming, a vacation home in Fiji, one in Corsica, and one in Ireland.
16. How about the ability to speak and understand and write fluently in every language worldwide? Pretty awesome.
17. Night Ripper CD by Girl Talk
18. Unlimited funds on iTunes
19. Hell, unlimited funds for life (any money, really, will do)
20. The complete discographies of the following artists:
  • Rilo Kiley
  • Chris Brown
  • Eminem
  • Ludacris
  • Girl Talk
  • Kanye West
  • Eminem
  • Justin Timberlake (solo career)
  • Jay-z
  • Lupe Fiasco
  • Regina Spektor
  • Vanessa Carlton
  • Duffy
  • Kina Grannis
  • Others i'll think of later
21. Every season of Flight of the Conchords that is available on DVD
22. All four seasons of the OC on DVD
23. (almost) anything from Marc Jacobs, Betsey Johnson, Juicy, or Pink! by VS
24. A cool accent
25. My bffl to visit me on my bday :)
26. British humor books
27. The Prince Caspian soundtrack
29. Disney's Hercules soundtrack. OK, pretty much any Disney soundtrack...except Lion King and Beauty and the Beast, which I already have :)
30. The Deep: The Extraordinary Creatures of the Abyss By Claire Nouvian, which is also mentioned in my post about awesome marine animals

more to come as they occur to me...

*note: idk if you'll be able to see the wishlists, i can, but i mean, they are on my account. if you really wanna buy me something (please?) just let me know if you're having difficulties and believe me, i'll be as helpful as possible :]

Friday, August 1

White Chocolate

I love hip hop culture. It really is a culture, too, with its own dance, art, music, and language (breaking, graffiti, hip-hop/rap, and ebonics, respectively). Honestly, and all of my friends can vouch for me on this (I say it enough), I wish I was black. I guess I decided early on that the African-American culture was "cool," and I just never quite let go. There's something about the way they can take anything, anything, and make it cool. Like grills. Or pimp cups. I mean, really people? A "pimp cup?" It's so...adaptive. versatile. creative. And people just accept it, and move on. It's also one of the few cultures I've seen in contemporary America where guys who can dance are seen as MORE manly, instead of the opposite. And who else could get their slang recognized as a real language? Needless to say, I'm in awe. And more than a little jealous.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a terrible dancer, but I just know that if I had African roots, I'd be wayy better. I honestly believe they have a natural rhythm the rest of us were born without. And then being raised in the culture only augments this ability. Plus, if I were black, i'd have an excuse for my oversized backside. That's all I'm saying. That, and...watch these videos. The people in them aren't all black, it doesn't really tie in that much, but I mean, just look at them! Amazing.
These are from the ACDC (Adam Chu Dance Crew) side of an epic YouTube battle I've been following, between the choreographer and cast from Step Up 2 The Streets and Miley Cyrus and her friend Mandy (of The Miley and Mandy Show). I'm totally on the ACDC side...sorry, M&M Cru. They're just a lot more street, and I prefer that to your super-choreographed (however skillfully executed) routines.


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