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Molly Zee
22 February 2009 @ 06:01 pm
After seven years on LJ, could it be that I'm moving on??

I feel like I'm cheating on LJ, but I love tumblr. :x
Molly Zee
10 February 2009 @ 06:11 pm
Over the weekend, I made a gmail account for my six-year-old little sister, and she sends me emails now! And sometimes, I find that a conversation with her is better than one with anyone else. :) 
Molly Zee
24 January 2009 @ 05:05 pm
This semester is the first one that I'll have to move around one of my finals. I have three scheduled for May 8th, two at the same time.
Molly Zee
03 January 2009 @ 08:39 pm
Winter break has been a lot of MarioKart, malls, and eating! We whirled around Bridgewater Mall on the 26th, only to go to Jersey Garden Outlet two days later. We also went to IKEA, and I might get these really skinny shelves for my room.

But now that vacation is "officially" over, it's time to get down to January's business. I'm still really disappointed in fall semester though-- Cindy Meekins gave me a B for the class that I had As in all semester and refuses to answer emails about it. How can I move onto 2009 when I'm still caught up by 2008?

Winter projects: 
  1. Fix things
  2. Make things
  3. Sell things
  4. Lots of bio
  5. Apply for internships
Molly Zee
30 December 2008 @ 07:28 pm
For my birthday, Laurie took me to see the Cirque du Soleil in NYC. It's funny that we aren't city people at all-- after finding each other amongst the throngs of people vomit, taking a quick spin of Rockefeller, and then getting our sketches done [I ended up looking like Cher], we collapsed at Barnes and Noble and spent the rest of the afternoon reading. We braved the congested streets to journey to WaMu Theater at Madison Square Garden to indulge in Wintuk, cotton candy, and funny hats. We were impressed by the contortionist rag doll, the tightrope walker, and the air ballerinas. The actual story was about Jamie, a young boy, who goes on a journey to a magical land to find snow for long, cold winter nights. Someone wrote a summary that I really liked: 
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Afterwards, we stumbled into the chilly night to race for trains. We hopped onto the wrong train [typical]. While waiting for the right train, we tangoed in the empty train station, our hair filled with smoke and our tired eyes beaming at each other. We decided that each time we go into the city, we would get a sketch and form a collection to grace our future basement.
Molly Zee
23 December 2008 @ 08:28 pm
The sisters [the whole bunch of us] and family braved the cold to go to Pennsylvania's Great Wolf Lodge, an indoors water park. We had a surprisingly fun time shrieking down blue and yellow water tubes, splashing in tide pools, and soaking in hot tubs. The lodge itself was geared towards children under the age of ten; Lucy, Jen, and I were the oldest ones there, which really entertained the lifeguards. We brought Lena's friend Jodie and her sister Coco. Coco really amused us-- early one morning, she trots off for the water park only to come back two minutes later, extremely confused.

"I don't know how to get to the water park," she complains. The older girls exchange looks; we had been there for more than four hours at this point, and had walked to and from the water park multiple times.
"You take the elevator!" We are very encouraging.
"I can't!" 
"Why not?" 
"Because it says IN CASE OF FIRE, USE STAIRS!!!" 

Molly Zee
30 November 2008 @ 11:32 am
I looked up into my nose this morning to find that my nostrils have changed shape. They used to be small Hershey kisses, but they have since grown more cartilage and lengthened to become more lima bean-esque, more Caucasian. Sometimes, I feel like I have the face of a stranger.
Molly Zee
02 November 2008 @ 05:09 pm
It takes time to learn sacrifice. To learn what it means, how to do it, why to do it, and what to do afterwards. In fact, it will probably take a lifetime.

Don't you still feel that twinge when someone asks for an m&m? 

Molly Zee
22 October 2008 @ 09:12 pm
Every college student, or student in general, has a superstitious habit when it comes to exams. It could be anything from that t-shirt you wore to an exam that you got an A on to the lingerie that you put on to feel more confident to repeating the exact same cycle of events prior to a big test. Mine is the First Paper. I have a theory that the First Paper pretty much determines how the rest of the semester is going to go. Now, if you refer to a few posts back in my Bad Luck Week, you'll remember that I got a B+ on this semester’s first paper. It might not be bad for you, but writing is something that I implicitly know how to do. To get a B+ on a paper is a blow to my fragile and overdramatic ego. I was crushed.

Now, three weeks later, after Paper Two in the same class, I have broken the curse of the First Paper. I should explain that there is a window of opportunity to lift the effects of the First Paper—the second paper in the same class must be an A, thus proving that the first paper was just a bad indicator. That class was pure torture. Papers are handed out at the last possible minute, in alphabetical order [which does me no good]. The professor also does this thing where she gives advice about the major errors found in the papers. This is a form of psychological torture. I remember this paper-- it was a painstaking, fighting effort at 3am that had a risky argument that proved difficult to support. I was vexed now, fidgeting in my seat. Finally, my paper was passed back to me. Flipflipflip through five pages and HA! An A!! The October air, brisker than normal, felt good on my lips as I walked outside.

So hello to you, fall semester, junior year. I'm ready to play now.

Molly Zee
05 October 2008 @ 04:45 pm
When I am older, I will teach my children to call each other by the first letters of their names. Laurie and I will adorn them with plaid and stockings, and send them to manipulate the world; we both love watching Gossip Girl.

Do you ever go back in livejournal time and reread your old entries? I never realized the changes that I've made since this journal began in 2003. In 2008, on October 5th, I was sitting at Laurie's kitchen table, staring thoughtfully at the fading afternoon, listening to our laundry being done. There is a flood of papers in front of me (which is very common) and scattered water bottles. This is a "hello" to future me-- are you still the same? Does October still make you feel like pumpkin pie and crisp blue skies?