Let's just get one thing straight:

I want to be an architect.

I'm alive!

Okay, if you guys get an email from blogger, totally sorry about that one, I forgot what my login was and they just sent an email to everyone. Also, crazily enough, I honestly forgot this blog existed. I'm sorry, that was really lame of me. Anyways lots have been going on, and I dunno how much you guys know, so here's a rundown:

1) Didn't get into medical school

2) I'm okay with 1) because this means that I can get a job and be financially independent by the next time I apply, meaning I get better loans.

3) The other reason that I'm okay with 1) is that I found out that my dad wants to start his own company and this makes it way easier for him to do that since he doesn't have to worry about paying anything for me (as opposed to having to pay for medical school tuiton and living expenses) for the next couple of years.

4) I've got a job doing research at UCSF, like a real "I'm on salary job not just washing dishes for 10 dollars an hour job"... which means that I'm moving to San Francisco. Currently, I'm looking for apartments.

5) It's been about a month since I got back from Southeast Asia... you guys knew that I was going there for a month, right? Anyways, me and Eric have pictures up on Facebook if you guys are interested. I can't wait to go traveling again!

Edit: Been reading the older posts, the layout looks great leeann. Your posts do intimidate the crap out of me to write anything because I sound like a kindergartner next to you (no offense all you 5-yr olds out there reading this), but they're great too.

remmuS: A Photo Essay

Suckwagon, 2007 BUDA Summer League Champs: In some absurd twist of events, our 8th seeded summer league team won the Boston Ultimate Disc Alliance's summer tournament this past weekend in Devens. We're a bunch of Harvard alumni and students, and we are called Suckwagon. We cheer for dysentery and cholera because that's the stuff that kills you in Oregon Trail (a game in which, I am told, you ride in wagons). I call it an absurd twist of events because for most of the first day of the tournament, we felt and played like this...
ZSRT has died of cholera. Here Lies ZSRT: This is a kid we call "Scuttle." I find that our Harvard teams aren't big on cheering and nicknaming, but a few names stick. Like this one. I think he is called Scuttle because one of his middle names is Sebastian, and Sebastian is a crab in the little mermaid. Speaking of mermaids...
The East Coast: I discovered that East "Coast" is not figurative and that there are beaches, too. And some of them are glorious and lovely, like Singing Beach in Manchester-by-the-Sea. Granted, it costs a $5 entrance fee and an hour and a half of travel on the subway and commuter rail, but that's the price you pay when you live in a godforsaken place like this. I went out to Singing Beach three times (luxury!) this summer, where the water is frigid (brainfreezes from going under!) and there are no burritos nearby. However, there is...
"Eat More Ice Cream": On the ten minute walk between the commuter rail station and Singing Beach is a little ice cream shack belonging to a one Captain Dusty. Not shown in the picture is the flag which commands passersby to "eat more ice cream."

Fresh Frozen Chinese-Takeout: In spite of the captain's orders, my roommate and I tried to avoid consuming an all ice-cream diet. Pictured here is what appears to be Shaw's attempt at spicing up the frozen vegetables section.
More sweets: My mom came to visit, and we hit up the best eats and sleeps of Boston and Cambridge--The Charles Hotel, Casablanca, Legal Seafood, Changsho, Henrietta's Table brunch, Upstairs on the Square, and of course, on the last night, Finale's for dessert and the appropriate dessert wine (here, a Muscat, I believe).

Yellow fever: Went to Chicago, played frisbee, hung out with the Simpsons (and Lindsey!).
Became a Simpson.

The Lube: I worked in a space known fondly as the Cube. It is part of the Media Lab at MIT. It looks like this. It is a Lab... in a Cube. By another absurd and welcome turn of events, I will keep working with this professor and possibly accompany him to his opening in Beijing next year.
Fighting the power, lo-budge: We do wacky things like (clockwise from left) make Unmanned Aerial vehicles to track anti-immigrant vigilante groups on the U.S. - Mexico border, jackets which can be activated to shock aggressive attackers, and unmanned ground vehicles to protest outside Foster-Miller, maker of such military devices as SWORDS.DeWolfe: My humble abode.
The first thing I did when I got to my humble abode was put up the things that reminded me of the good people back home.

Danger!

There were five of these signs on the ceiling of North Station.

LeeAnn runs the show

I love what you've done with the place :) I feel like I never do anything worth mentioning on here anymore. I suppose my baseball roadtrip which ended in Chicago with a visit with Lindsey on her first full day there is probably worth mentioning.



And perhaps my visit to one of the new wonders of the world, Chichen Itza would be worth mentioning and maybe even putting a picture or two up.



Now I'm just back to working my hostess job, finished up my resume, and hopefully applying to be a real life grown up in the working world soon. That's definitely not exciting. I'd much rather read about all your adventures in places that we haven't all lived in for at least half of our lives (San Diego... yes I'm still here).

So there's my input. I didn't want LeeAnn to feel alone. I'll be back in a couple months to type a couple more paragraphs.

edit: I added pictures and after adding these I realized that both the days I mentioned ended it tremendous downpours (the first picture you can see it's about to come and the second one you can tell Nicky and I are soaked)

new project!

While I continue to muck around at TECH and MIT (waiting for the end, really), I've decided on a new, time-sensitive project: christening the mailboxes of the newly relocated. This week we start with a nature center in Alaska, an apartment in Lincoln Square in Chicago, what I'm sure is a crumbly old house in North Park in San Diego, and some flat in London... where will my precious parcels land next? You decide. Email me your addresses and I'll feed your long starved mailbox, too.

hullo?

I have a lot of things to do for work and play and to prepare for my mother's visit, but I got the urge to mix up Halfwhat--just to see if anyone's watching. Lindsey, Jen, Juli-- pictures? witty tidbits? suggestions for links, photos, etc.? I am learning CSS so I'm going to try to make it look less boring. Eventually. And Juli, I don't actually know if you're in San Diego, I was only guessing.

This feels like an email. It actually is sort of an alternative since I don't have all of your email addresses. Anyhow, I was just telling my friend the other day that I write for a group blog with three girls I knew from high school. I was thinking about how it started, with Mixedtape, my defection from the other blog, with Hankerchicks and Cherry Pie a la Mode (Orange you glad?); and I was looking through the years (!) of archives, and thinking about how incredible it was that we were blogging here when I was still in high school and you were all graduating. Now that you've all graduated again and this blog has become a one-woman shitshow (perhaps that's too strong, but yeesh that last post was horrendous), I'm wondering if Halfwhat's just in another dryspell or if I am scaring everyone away with my posts. Soo... anyway, holla back if you're alive?