Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Conference paper presentation at 4:30. Pray I don't throw up in front of everyone.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
OK, so I start over and this one won't be nearly as funkily random, but who cares.
I feel like this tonight:
Because every girls feels like a tattered rock star sometimes.
I'm reminiscing. That's basically all I said in my first post, but in a much longer-winded way. Nostalgia is oozing out my pores.
I was ruffling around for something decent to listen to because I've almost worn out Damien Rice and every other MP3 I have. I ran across four mix tapes that my friend Paul sent me in 2002'ish. Paul was a guy I met online when I was 15 or 16 and we lost touch for years. Then, one day, I got an e-mail from him out of nowhere when I was 21'ish. We started talking and we'd both figured out our interests (well, I had) by then, and we had a TON to talk about. He was working on a Masters in environmental engineering at Manhattan College at the time, and I was finishing up my BA at Redneck U. (he always made me promise I'd apply to grad school at Harvard. I thought about it and then chickened out). He was getting ready to do a PhD at MIT , so I guess he thought I could be a genius, too, if I tried hard enough. *snork*
We're both creative, artsy-fartsy hyperactive-at-times kinda people, so we had a lot to talk about. Music, art, books, poetry even. Amazing lot of interests that boy had. He started sending me little surprise packages of random stuff. For my birthday one year he sent me a book about soccer (one of his passions) with some pages annotated in the margins. There was also a Dave Matthews Band t-shirt (vintage 1996) in that package. That was a huge awesome surprise...it was his favorite shirt, and he passed it off to me because I was a newly enthusiastic fan and he wanted to share the DMB love.
Mix tapes were his specialty. He was a music freak (wrote, played, sang...the whole nine). He had a 200-disc changer in his basement, and he'd just hit shuffle and send me a tape's-worth of stuff. Right now I'm listening to the first tape he ever sent, which was actually a hand-picked tape worth of his passionate favorites.
Torn, Crazy Life, and Fall Down (Toad the Wet Sprocket)
Goodnight Elizabeth, Holiday in Spain, and Round Here (Counting Crows)
My Life in the Knife Trade and Rookie (Boy Sets Fire) - now a fave of mine
Lockdown and Johnny Quest Thinks We're Sellouts (Less Than Jake)
Intro and World Between My Hands (Eve to Adam.) - another favorite
Great Romances of the 20th Century and Cut From the Team (Taking Back Sunday)
San Dimas High School Football Rules and 1*15*96 (The Ataris)
Send Me on My Way and Martyr (Rusted Root)
Again I Go Unnoticed and A Plain Morning (Dashboard Confessional) - yet another Andi favorite
Reasons for Living and How My Heart Heard (Duncan Sheik) - Andi favorite
Broken Things and Don't Mind Me (Lucy Kaplansky) - big honkin' Andi favorite
I would like to make it perfectly clear that I never had lovey, gooey feelings for Paul, he was just the only person I knew at the time that was quite as random and fired up as I was about certain things. I spent many an hour discussing everything with him. I wonder now what he's up to. The last time I heard he was still with his awesomewonderful girlfriend of a zillion years, but music was something he "used" to do. Funny how people leave those loves behind.
Where are my paints?
On TV: SNL with Steve Carell (my panties are sweating)
Music: Taking Back Sunday
Reading: check the sidebar
In my head: Manicativity
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Conference version of the same paper that I'm presenting Tuesday: 10 pages and in need of some shrinking.
Bibliographic essay: Started, but that's not sayin' much.
I've done enough. I'm going to read The Subtle Knife.
Friday, November 25, 2005
It's Black Friday once again. I always know that my friend Rachel is out amongst the shopping nutcases grabbing for cheap televisions at 5am and elbowing old ladies. This year, however, my mother has decided to join in on the bacchanal of shopping goodness. I don't have a clue why. I think she had to take some Christmas lights back to Home Depot and pick up some toys for my cousins, thereby exposing herself to the year's most hellish of hellish shopping days for something that could've been done next weekend at half the pain in the ass. But whatever works for her.
If I see one more piece of turkey or ham I'm going to throw up my toenails. There's something incredibly unappealing about Thanksgiving food this year. Wednesday my mother's office had a huge Thanksgiving dinner, and she got suckered into bringing home much of the food, yesterday we went to my grandmother's house (the one on my dad's side) and I've never seen quite so much Thanksgiving food. I didn't even go back for seconds. Thanksgiving food is on my shit list. I think we're having bbq at our close family Thanksgiving on Sunday. Thank God.
After yesterday's eating and revelry, we finished putting up icicle lights on our house and put up our Christmas tree. It's new, it's a 7.5-footer, and we used ALL of the ornaments we have (and my happy ass might go buy some more in a few minutes). Still to do: put Santa and the reindeer in the front yard, candy canes, Christmas balls on the eaves of the porch, and a blowy uppy something in the yard. Yeah, think Griswalds.
I've done all of 5 pages of my paper. If I do 3 more today that'll get me through the conference style paper I need to present on Tuesday. I'm OK with that. I'm not against scraping.
On TV: The Eurythmics (I LOVE YOU, ANNIE LENNOX!)
Music: see above
Reading: Off with Their Heads, by Maria Tatar (again)
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Since it is technically Thanksgiving now, I'll go ahead and send out my official Thanksgiving well-wishes. I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday.
I'm thankful for the following (although this list is not all-inclusive):
My wonderful family whom I cherish (even though I'm going to see my dad's side tomorrow and I always end up with "wtf?" raised eyebrows and a stream of questions about who's had babies since the last time I saw everyone and who is in jail).
My health (cough cough).
The fact that I cranked out 7 pages of my Oral Tradition paper between the hours of 11pm and 1:30am (better LATE than never).
Books (looking around at the vast mountains of unread ones).
Ham (I'm in solid agreement with the turkey up top).
On TV: Vagisil commercial
Music: Don't have the brain cells to do music AND write.
Reading: "Dueling Paradigms: Modernist vs. Postmodernist Thought"
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
There's really nothing for me to post about except how much work I have to do, and I'm sparing you all. But I have SO MUCH WORK to do over the holiday. But it's almost over. Only three weeks left (oh God, that's a whole other heart attack waiting to happen).
Who has time for turkey? Not I!
On TV: A Baby Story (aka, the most pointless show on television)
Music: That's Just the Way it Is, Bruce Hornsby
Sunday, November 20, 2005
I'm in love, bitches. Gooey, sugary, snuggly book LOOOOVE. With a little lust thrown in.
The book in question:
The Golden Compass, by Philip Pullman. The first of the His Dark Materials series. Known to our Brit and Australian friends as Northern Lights (same series name, though).
Philip Pullman is a mad genius. I must lay hands on his brain and discover the artifice necessary to write such an exquisite piece of literary goodness. So many allusions...Paradise Lost being one of the biggest of biggies. I must read the rest of Paradise Lost (that I was supposed to read junior year of college in my British Lit 1 survey) over Christmas break. MUST!
Some say this is also a reaction to CS Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia and I can see it with lots of prickly references to the church, etc. Definitely something to look into.
There are two more books in the series. I'll be busy.
And I might add. I'm only halfway through this first book in the series, but I'm so enthralled at this point that I don't think anything could screw it up for me except maybe if the main character (a little girl) dressed up like a squid and ran through the center of town yelling, "I am Deep Throat!"
Note: Clack, I have not read the Chronicles yet. I know--it's sick--but I'll be doing it over Christmas break, too.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Since my life has revolved around required reading since late August, I've refrained from buying more books. I currently have one whole book case reserved for the unread. I feel guilty adding to it when I know I'll only have a month off during which I'll likely just sit around in a sleepy stupor or play SIMS2.
HOWEVER, today I gave in to the sickness. I book shopped, darlings. In truth, most of them are for next semester's Contemporary American Lit (otherwise known as ass-whip 521) class, but I did pick up three fun ones for me. All in all, I bought 9 books for $40 which is a MOST excellent buy. I still have 5 more to grab for the American Lit class, and I'll snag those from half.com or Amazon used.
Here's the list o'booty:
Sister Carrie (Theodore Dreiser)
Winesburg, Ohio (Sherwood Anderson)
Native Son (Richard Wright)
In Our Time (Hemingway)
Absalom, Absolom (Faulkner)
Three Lives (Gertrude Stein)
For fun and a possible Masters thesis (fun and MA thesis CAN go together):
Wonder Woman: Down to Earth graphic novel
Catwoman: The Life and Times of a Feline Fatale (so excited about this graphic history of Catwoman)
The Sandman Companion...even though I haven't started the series yet.
I'm in heaven.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Hello, my lovelies. I'm back and bushy-tailed. I've been working on my annotated bibliography all fuckin' week, and it's so wooonderful to have it done. I had the mother of all tension headaches last night, but as soon as that puppy got taken up...I was FINE. Although, I did go home and was sound asleep by 9:40. That was FINE, too.
Alas, I wish I could say the stress was over, but it's simply abated for a bit. I have a bibliographic essay due in 2 weeks and it promises to be just as big a bitch (if not bigger) than the annotated bib. I'll be starting it this weekend.
In the meantime, David and I and Elise and her hubby will all be going to see the new HARRY POTTER tonight!!!! *squeal*
No, I'm not dressing up...but it's tempting.
On TV: Who watches that shit?
Music: Gavin (Baby Daddy) Degraw
Reading: Understanding Comics, Scott McCloud (and all those others on the sidebar)
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
I don't actually have any mood stabilizers, but I can't say I wouldn't take them if they were offered right now.
I'm so sleepy kids. No idea why. I slept like a dead rock last night, and I've been listening to Mindy Smith this morning, which usually perks me right up. I think it's Monday, toward the end of the semester, and there's nothing to be done about the sleepy. It's just a fact o'life at this point. I know you all don't fucking care, but I'm rambling about it anyway.
What I accomplished this weekend:
A little over half of my annotated bib (scraping for sources now)
An abstract for Oral Trad
An abstract for the South Central Writing Center Association conference
Over half of The Witches (Roald Dahl)
A birthday party with the fam, and D came up to meet the crazy lot (didn't run screaming)
Managed to trash my bedroom even more than it was already trashed (think empty water glasses, papers, and copious [I always spell that wrong...is it spelled wrong?] amounts of books)
I'm here at work and no one else is here yet. That's the way I likes it. The students will come a'pourin' in soon. Think good, non-blood-sheddy thoughts, my lovelies.
On tv: If only I could pay them to put one in here.
Music: Mindy Smith...One Moment More (the best album ever)
Reading: Fables 1: Legends in Exile (Bill Willingham)
In my head: Snot monster and puppy dander...again.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
It was a happenin' birthday, my lovelies. I took off from my work toil and got up at the ass-crack of dawn to go buy the sexy desk and chair for my bedroom. I must say, they are sexayyyyy. I have pictures, and as soon as I find Paint Shop Pro or Photoshop to put on this laptop (they're swimming aimlessly somewhere in the mess that is my bedroom) I'll post a picture for you all to love as much as I love it.
Mom "surprised" me with my annual birthday cake. This year's flavor: vanilla with whipped frosting and a bavarian cream filling. Yummmmmy. The day was more or less filled with lounging (after the assembly of the furniture) until I had to go to my research methods class. I did find out that we're DEFINITELY IN for the Southwest Pop Culture conference in Albuquerque. Yay (and a pre-conference tummy grumble of nervousness)!
D. came up here and was at the house when I got home from school. He gave me a GORGEOUS pair of James Avery earrings (pics to come). James Avery is my very favorite jewelry EVER, and he picked out the best earrings on the planet.
We ate tater-tot casserole as per my request to Mom (ghetto fabulous, no?) and cake and talked until I couldn't keep my eyes open. It was a muy fabulous day.
Elise and Pamela for the beefcake cards!
Amanda A. for the coolest Harry Potter pop-up card I've ever laid eyes on!
Heather, Kalani, Amanda A., et al, for the bloggy birthday wishes.
I'll be starting my quarter-life crisis now.
On TV: Trading Spaces
Reading: Articles for my annotated bib.
In my head: Sleepiness. Stayed up way too late last night.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Thank goodness the penis AND the cake aren't mine (looks pretty gross). If a cake like this shows up to any of my celebrations you all will be sure to hear about it.
Go see Os for the skinny on Half-Nekkid Thursday!
And my apologies for not having one of my own parts on display. No graphics program on this puter yet, therefore, no resizing, etc.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
I feel like death, darlings. I thought it was the onset of a wicked-unpleasant bug, but it was just....
If God would go ahead and strike me down right about now it'd save me a ton of money on Aleve and time bitching at my uterus. I don't see it happenin', though.
I plan to get up early tomorrow (my 25th birthday) and go buy a sexy desk and chair for my bedroom. This typing on the bed thing is getting old fast. I love being mobile and all, but it's awfully tempting to roll over and go to sleep when typing an annotated bibliography on a Sealy pillowtop, knowwhaddamean? I know I've officially reached boring-ass adulthood when I get completely titilated by the prospect of a nice desk and chair.
Someone buy me a drink. Quick!
On TV: Sex & the City (the one where Carrie tells Aidan she's been boinking Big)
Listening to: Billy Currington....Lucille
Reading: The Witches, by Roald Dahl
Monday, November 07, 2005
I made the mistake of listening to the Footloose soundtrack last night as I was trying to fall asleep. This was a mistake of gargantuan proportions because
a) I started bed dancing (which most of you have heard me discuss here before) and
b) I started thinking of the topic of this post and cackling aloud to an empty, dark room.
I'm sure my fish thought I'd finally fallen right off the edge....marbles and all.
I miss dance movies. Specifically, I miss 80's dance movies. Films like Flashdance, Footloose, Fame, and Dirty Dancing. That was some good shit. These newfangled dance movies like Save the Last Dance or Center Stage (yes, fuckers, I'm one of the two people who saw that movie) don't have the passion and idiocy that the 80's movies had. Things like a viable plot or convincing characters need not apply to the canon of 80's dance movies and, damnit, I liked it that way!
The 80's dance movies had an undeniable charm and unintentional wit about them. What's more entertaining than Kevin Bacon spontaneously combusting into a drunken whirligig...throwing himself up against the walls in a mill, doing that gymnastic thing on a conveniently-placed high bar or what's-her-name...the anorexic abused girlfriend...gyrating up against a car at a drive-in burger joint to Dancing in the Sheets while John effin' Lithgow her preacher daddio catches her and looks wounded to his core!?! That sentence took my breath away. Watch out Faulkner.
What's more priceless than Patrick Swayze in a black wife beater and painted-on jeans groping and lifting Jennifer Whats-Her-Nose in a river (why did she have to get her schnoz "fixed")? And of course, "Nobody puts Baby in a corner."
What makes your boxers sweat more than Jennifer Beals in her up-to-there legwarmers working her legs off? Or flashdancing her way right on up to the Philadelphia ballet? Ohhh, mama! INSPIRING! And Grunt was a great actor.
80's dance movies and their respective soundtracks make me fly! Not only do I spontaneously combust into the obligatory dance/seizure, I have an overwhelming urge to sport shoulder pads, a frosted mullet, and a slap bracelet or 6. Sweet, buttery Jesus, it is a religious experience all its own.
Save the Last Dance never did that to me. I want my money back.
1. Finished my first review for Altar Magazine (of Left Out!: How Liberals Helped Reelect George W. Bush, by Joshua Frank)
2. Finished and turned in my abstract for the Southwest Popular Culture Association conference in Albuquerque.
3. Finished reading Skellig for Oral Trad. and I read a short story, A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
I'm feeling most productive and intellectual. Such a good front.
Gripe of the day: I opened my window just now to let some air circulate (first time ever opening a window at night in this house) and I am squashed right up against the neighbor's air conditioner. Not conducive to sleeping AT ALL. Rat bastards (you didn't think I could go a whole post without cussin' didya??). I typed bastarts first....and I think I like that better.
On TV: Rat Race
Music: Adagio for Strings, my beloved Samuel Barber
Reading: A shitload of articles and books for my annotated bibliography
In my head: Nothing left.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
I've been such a beastly c*nt (making awful curses viewable for workplaces across this dandy land) this weekend. And I hate that word. Kinda. I've started to actually like it some since Dena types it semi-often. For example,
Dena: "So-and-so is a stunned c*nt."
Me: "Yeah she is."
Anyway, my hormones are pounding so hard my ovaries may explode...and not in a good way. Yesterday I pretty much holed up for the majority of the day and didn't do homework. It seems like I did something outside the house in the morning. I wore a baseball cap and looked like a corpse.
It escapes me. I have no idea.
It's been a while since my mother and I have had quality time (thank you graduate school), so today we trekked to the Dallas Zoo, frolicked with the meercats and tickled the snakes and it was fabulous. I took a grand total of (approximately) 120 pictures, the best of which will be posted here when I install Paint Shop Pro or Adobe Photoshop on the new laptop (stroke, stroke).
It was a wonderful day. I felt 9 again. I should've been a zoologist.
I'm going to bed.
Birthday presents received as of now: 2 (New Balance slides and a new portable CD player)
On TV: I Love Lucy
Listening: Billy Currington
Reading: Skellig (almost done)
In my head: Cornmeal mush.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
|Purgatory (Repenting Believers)||Very Low|
|Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)||Moderate|
|Level 2 (Lustful)||High|
|Level 3 (Gluttonous)||Moderate|
|Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)||Low|
|Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)||Low|
|Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)||Very Low|
|Level 7 (Violent)||Moderate|
|Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)||High|
|Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)||Low|
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
All the cool people (like me and Addict) get the 2nd circle. Whahahaha!
Saturday, November 05, 2005
How freakin' fabulous is this?? Amanda A. introduced me to NatalieDee.com a while back, but only lately have I become completely addicted. Go check out the twistedness at http://www.nataliedee.com
We've set several of our desktop wallpapers in the writing center to these puppies. Nothing like watching the dazed faces of the patrons when they sit down to three birds. Or maybe a pineapple with glasses (coming soon!).
On TV: Clean Sweep
Music: Carolyn Dawn Johnson....Simple Life
Reading: Skellig, by David Almond
In my head: Pure, unadulterated computer joy!
I got a new laptop! One that I'm planning to keep and everything! Sony Vaio....512 RAM, Intel Centrino processor, widescreen....fanfloofitastic! No idea what that means, but that's how it makes me feeeel. I don't even dread getting online now, and it should cut down on my typos here significantly. Woot!
I have a long weekend ahead:
Reading Skellig for Oral Trad (excellent book...read it last year)
Starting my annotated bibliography for Bib
Tweaking my abstract for a conference
Sleeping like a log
Deep Blue Sea is on! One of my favorite "bad comfort horror movies" (right after Resident Evil, of course). Must go drool over the badness! There's nothing quite like LL Cool J as a preacher/cook.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I figured since I'm in bed with Jennifer Weiner due to my research for this chick lit paper, I might as well show my two favorite books of hers perched atop my lady lumps (God, I hate the Black Eyed Peas). It's not very revealing and I'm OK with that. Oh, and the books are Good in Bed and In Her Shoes. Fantabulous if you haven't read them.
Go see Os for more details on this most twisted day of the week.
...that D. came to the poetry reading with me, and he didn't run screaming from the place when he met my friends and heard the bad poetry. He was the cutest dressed as 3-hole punch paper...just like that fuzzy guy from The Office. Fabulous! I'll post more pics soon.
On TV: None at work.
Music: Dave Matthews Band....American Baby
Reading: My new addiction....PM's livejournal.
In my head: Angsty angst.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
My first time wearing fake eyelashes, but it will NOT be the last!
Rick...looking like something straight out of Deliverance.
Dan as...himself. The disgruntled graduate student/musician.
PM and the boobs of doom.
Me...as Satan. It was a black ball gown, red cape, and the red hair as you can see. I wimped out on the corset, although, now I wish I'd worn it for an extra touch of vampy.
2.5 pages of my prospectus is DONE, along with 1.5 pages of the Works Cited/Consulted page. And my fucking hell, I'm getting a new laptop this weekend if it kills me. It would be SO nice to see the entire screen as I'm typing my 25 page paper, 6 page prospectus, long-ass annotated bibliography, long-ass bibliographic essay. You get the picture.
But enough about my sad life as a graduate student.
The fun stuff: I was apparently ultra-hot in my red eyeshadow (also known as lipliner) at the Edgar Allen Poe'try reading because my friend and colleague...we'll call her Bet...said I was really hot and if I'd worn my corset (yes, I punked out) she might've taken advantage of me right there on the pumpkin tarts. Yay me.
I've never heard quite so much bad poetry in my life. Don't get me wrong....there was a good deal of really good poetry, too, but there was a fair amount of poetry that made me think that nipple twisting and a hot poker up my ass might've been more pleasant. Just a guess. Pretty sure.
I won't comment on the specifics of the bad poetry because I don't want to offend anyone. Several of my drinkin' buddies/colleagues/fellow graduate students now have this address, so I have to be...possibly...a little nicer than usual. They'd agree with me on all the shit I talk, but you never know when the address might fall into the hands of the dark side.
*making the sign of the cross*
Pics coming...probably tomorrow. I would do it now, but I have dial-up and it would take an hour to download the big effers.
In the meantime, here's another of my drawings.
If you can't read it, it says, "The Writing Process: Jeremy Brainstorming." He really looks like that when he brainstorms, too.
On TV: Probably something, but I have it turned off.
Reading: Scholarly journals.
In my head: Snot residue and sleep.
I'm alive!! Barely!!
Yeah, you heard me. I'm alive. Busy, but alive. I'm
neck deep in a prospectus for Research Methods and I'm
slacking in all my other classes.
The Edgar Allen Poe'try reading was FUN. We had a
blast, and I'll post pics soon.
Off to act like I'm workin'.