Friday, December 30, 2005

That's not my voice!

David and I exchanged Christmas gifts today, and he got me just what I wanted!!!! An itty bitty voice recorder that I can easily carry in my car. I always have the best paper ideas in my car on the commute to and from school, so now I won't lose them! I'm so excited because I generally forget all of the good stuff I come up with in the car, and while I'm good at multitasking, I can't write this stuff down while I'm driving.

And I sound like a complete hick when I record myself. That's not me. I refuse to believe it.

Watching: Ellen
Listening to: Keith Urban
Reading: Silmarillion for a few more days

Thursday, December 29, 2005

HNT: Think Pink

I wasn't planning anything for HNT, but Os asked nicely, so here we go. I rarely wear pink, but I like to think it's worth it when I do. I liked both, so I gave you a closeup of the girls and the boob/torso shot since those are rare in these parts. Pardon the camera string in the pic.

Some of my favorite HNT's gone by:

Andi-doll rides again.

My hair did that on its own. I'm so proud!

No explanation needed.

See Os for all the Half-Nekkidness.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Worthless Ponderings....

I wonder if they meant "bareback" mountain when they titled the movie "Brokeback Mountain"?

If Peter Jackson can get skinny, I can too damnit!

Speaking of skinny...Sarah Rue looked better before she became one of the anorexic, my-teeth-are-too-big-for-my-mouth lemmings.

I hope my mother doesn't have a virus. If she does, I eventually will too.

On TV: Extra
Listening to: "Brown Eyed Girl" (Van Morrison)
Reading: The Silmarillion (Tolkien)
In my head: Joyous celebration. I win!

My subconscious is trying to kill me....

I had the best dream last night that absolutely cannot be spoken about EVER. It could be very awkward for all parties involved, but it was so much fun being in my sleeping head last night. Whew lordy.

In other randomness:

I hate e-Harmony commercials. I literally just watched an unattractive woman gush about how meeting her mate was like "tasting champagne for the first time." I hate champagne, so that would be a complete insult to me. I'd be all like, "I'm gonna jack you up for saying that muthafucka!" Well, not really. I'm not a gangsta'. Well, yeah, I'd probably say it anyway.

As of today I will have seen 4 movies in the theater in two weeks. For today's viewing pleasure: Memoirs of a Geisha. Nothing like a whore dressed as a mime.

Disclaimer: before you mump (supposed to be "jump" but the typo is funny) my ass for getting the plot wrong, I know geishas aren't really whores *wink wink* but it sounded better. And mimes are always funny.

Must go wrangle my 'fro before I set off to the big city. out!

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

The Onion - Making People Snort the World Over

Checked out The Onion today for the first time in a while, and the latest snort-worthy headline comes from the education section.

Cases of Glitter Lung on the Rise Among Elementary-School Art Teachers

Monday, December 26, 2005

I survived, bizzles.

I survived Christmas with my family with minimal emotional scarring and quite a nice gift haul. I know, it's not all about the presents, but it's a damn fine perk.

We hosted the festivities on Christmas Eve with two cousins, their spouses, and six kids total. Oh, and mom, myself, and our three dogs, of course. Instead of a huge dinner we did dips, chips, veggies, and other snackables. It was a great alternative to the Thanksgiving-like meal we usually do. If I saw one more turkey or pan of dressing I was going to throw up my toenails.

The kids didn't give me too much of a headache. Probably because I took refuge in my bedroom with the door closed several times, downloaded music, and sent David an AIM message that read, "I am in misery." It made me feel much better and able to carry on.

Yesterday we went to another cousin's house for a huge gathering. It was impromptu but a lot of fun.

As for the gift ya go:

$40 Half-Price Books gift card (the promised land)
Some shirts
A Narnia calendar
Seasons 4 and 6 of Friends (I had holes in my collection)
The Two Towers and Return of the King extended DVD's
A weird pillow for my bedroom
SIMS 2 Nightlife
Some slippers that heat in the microwave for warm feet (mine are always cold)
A monogrammed throw
And cold, hard cash

Yay for presents! They help my mood out tremendously.

Watching: Nutrisystem commercial
Listening to: James Blunt
Reading: Inkheart

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Thursday, December 22, 2005


Uggg. I've been in a disgustingly horrible mood today, darlings. I ordered my mom an expensive-ass purse for Christmas (hand-made) and the stupid bitch fucked up the look. SO, now I've gotta get that all straightened out because I'm not gonna drop $125 for a purse that doesn't look the way I/she wanted. I swear, this purse-maker's mother must've been on Drano when she was pregnant.

I went out to pick up David's Christmas present today and had to fight every numb-nuts bastard in the Dallas-Forth Worth area. There's nothing like an overmarketed holiday to screw up my mood and my ability to navigate life outside the sweat-stain little town where I live.

The good news is, I'm off to downtown Dallas tomorrow to hang out with David. We're gonna have lunch and he's gonna show me around the nursing school. I fear I'll be exposed to the test dummies (they're anatomically correct). Woot!

Have I mentioned how frustrating it is to gain 10 pounds in a semester? Fuck me. I hate my body. I'll trade someone.

On TV: Friends (The one where Ross sells Brown Bird cookies)
Music: Johnny Cash
Reading: Inkheart (Cornelia Funke)
In my head: Waning rage. God, I need my Zoloft back.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Grad students everywhere are crazy as hell.

Check out this MIT study done by some graduate students on the effectiveness of aluminum foil helmets. The pictures alone are worth at least a good 5 minutes of your time.

This leads me to the conclusion that graduate students everywhere, in every field, are a little (lot) left of center.

The verdict is in....

And I made an A in bib (research methods)!!!!! It was touch and go there for a while.

Heather meme'ed me!

"The first player of this game starts with the topic "five weird habits of yourself," and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says "You are tagged" (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours."(ignore the source link)

OK, weird we go:

1) I eat skittles one color at a time and only in groups of two or three. I don't know why. It just feeeels right.

2) I obsessively clean my fingernails. I hate having dirty nails or craggy nails or chippy painted nails. Pristine nails I like, but I NEVER get them done. I hate having a professional jack them all up.

3) I masturbate with my head in the oven. Not really. Just wanted to see if you read this far.

I find GREAT enjoyment in plucking my eyebrows. I feel a great sense of accomplishment and glee when I get one of those little fuckers out by the root!

4) I pop my neck much to the chagrin of David, my mother, and the dogs. And everyone else in listening distance. Because it's not just a's a series of snaps and crackles, too.

5) I check my caller id incessantly even though I rarely get calls on my line. After showering, after letting the dogs out, after fixing a meal on the other side of the house. It's kinda sad and sick, really.

I'm not tagging, so whoever wants it!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

All is well....

Yep, as I've said before, happiness makes for a really boring blog. *raises ridiculously happy hand in the air*

I've almost finished my Christmas shopping, and the downside of that is that I've bought quite a few things for myself. Must stop spending money like I have a lot of it.

Went to see "Walk the Line" today and loved it. Reese Witherspoon's performance was amazing, as was Joaquin Phoenix's. His voice is eerily like Johnny Cash. It brought back a flood of memories of my grandpa. He was a big Johnny Cash fan...along with a bunch of other classic country artists. I'm now the proud owner of a rather extensive 2-disc Johnny Cash collection. I had a song downloaded here and there, and some of my grandpa's old tapes, but now I've got my own.

For all those blogs I read that use Haloscan, if you haven't seen me comment in a few days it's because Haloscan is being a bitch and won't let me leave any messages. No idea what the problem is (this message is for you Kalani, Addict, Os, Dipper, and a bunch of others).

Watching: Austin Powers The Spy Who Shagged Me
Listening to: "Ring of Fire" (Cash)
Reading: The Bloody Chamber (Angela Carter)
In my head: Swim ear in December. No fuckin' clue why.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Wooly Weekend

It was quite the interesting weekend....wayyy out of my norm but fun. The trip to Waco was insane. For any of you that have been there, we went to Scruffy's (hole in the wall) and decided, without a doubt, that they're making a killing since it seems they put no money into the building itself and everything they make on alcohol is profit. My kinda place....except the toilet paper is quick to roll out of the stall when you're not paying close enough attention. It didn't happen to me, but I have it on good faith that it happened to others. We discovered the following interesting shots:

Sex with an Alligator (it's green and red...surprise)
Red-Headed Slut (yuck)
Catholic Schoolgirl (by far my favorite)

I'm pretty sure it's illegal to serve a Catholic Schoolgirl within 5 miles of a baptist university, but we enjoyed being outside the law.

The end-of-semester "kegger" at Elise's was lovely. D came with me, and 5 hours into the party I made the mistake of letting it slip that it was his birthday yesterday. Oops! There was much food, much drink, much dancing, and we even sang through the Judds' greatest hits (a party staple for we the English peeps).

And I'm taking a moment to thrill Jeremy by mentioning him on my blog. It's only fair since he officially named me, "Wittiest Woman" he knows last night. Apparently I make him giggle like a schoolgirl but NOT a gay man. It gives me something to shoot for.

Today I slept. I love sleep. I think I'll go do it some more.

On TV: What Not to Wear
Music: Late Registration...Kanye
Reading: My New York Diary (Doucet)
In my head: Fuzz

Friday, December 16, 2005

I'm done, bitches!

DONE! Done with papers for a month (sorta). Done with deadlines for a month (sorta). Done with havin' to talk to people and lecture for a month (sorta). Done enough to be joyful...let's put it that way.

Now the post-semester party'ness begins. Don't look for a post before Sunday. I hope to be good and liquored up until then. I'm not usually a drinker but, by God, I'm gonna try and see what happens. I know 3 16-oz rum & cokes and 7 shots won't do me in, so I'm upping the stakes! Watch out!

Thursday, December 15, 2005

I know...

The header is big, but I'm in the middle of tweaking and playing around with it. However, right now I'm going to bed because I have to finish 2 pages of that that fucking paper tomorrow and do the bibliography.

I know the grad-talk is boring you all, but after tomorrow you'll have a month-long reprieve.

I'm in a horrendous mood. I think it's a combination of exhaustion and hormones. Who am I kidding? I'm just bitchy.

Fuck you. You know who you are.

On TV: ---
Music: John Mayer live in Birmingham

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Do what I say and you shan't be sorry!

Go read THIS. It's a hilarious entry from Joshilyn Jackson's blog, and it made me cackle.

"A" is for Andi

I'm working on a paper, and I'm not happy about it. I'm even less happy that I waited til the last minute to do this shit. I had a week. A WEEK, and I procrastinated. I'm at 9 pages and I need 15 by tomorrow afternoon at 4:30. What did I do yesterday instead of writing??? Watched The 40-Year-Old Virgin on my laptop before class. It could be MUCH worse. I'll have it done. I just don't wanna! I'm ready for it to be Friday and have my happy ass on the road to Waco. Or Saturday night for the end-of-semester blowout. Better yet, 4 years from now with a PhD and a list of publications to my credit. Yes, yes. That is the goal. Jesus, that just makes me tired.

Tomorrow is the "deadline" by which my shitty uncle wanted his money. He won't have it. Let's hope he doesn't blow the house up...and I'm only half kidding when I say that.

I just wanna sit here and wallow in The Grey Album.

Oh, and I got an "A" in Oral Trad. That's where the title of the post came from, and I almost forgot.

On TV: Nothing
Music: The Beatles/Jay-Z....The Grey Album...mixed with love by DJ Danger Mouse.
Reading: Anything other than what I should be. On the list: Utne, Bust, Pages and a bunch of books.
In my head: Growing pains.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Dinner and a movie....

The coolest parts of graduate school are the free food and good company. One of the profs hosted a dinner/movie extravaganza at his house tonight. He made lasagna (with love), garlic bread, caesar salad....etc. We watched Pi (which is a freaky-ass movie in the same vein as A Beautiful Mind, but freakier) and sat around talking. They have a sheep doggish fluffy hound thingy. Puppy. Very cute. Very fuzzy. Very smuggle'able if they'd just turned around long enough.

Life is good.

The 40-Year-Old Virgin comes out tomorrow. Watch out world, Steve Carell is comin' home with me!

On TV: Craig Ferguson
Music: Billy Currington
Reading: My New York Diary (Julie Doucet)
In my head: Nothing fit for discussion in mixed company.

Sexy Name

Angel Needing Delights and Indulgence

OK, as Corinna pointed out on my tarot card post the other day...the internet has obviously gotten to know us all too well and is now commenting (correctly) on my life. Fucking weird.

Stolen from Os and Kalani and others.

Reasons for Bitterness

1. I've gained 10 pounds since I've been in grad school (about 3 months, bitches).

2. Aunt Flow came to see me in the midst of a fabulous movie today.

3. My crotch is ON FIRE, and not in a good way (ask and lose a testicle).

I'm moving to Narnia

If you can't tell I really liked The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, you're obviously a little "off" and I can't help you.

I really did love the movie. Loved it, loved it, loved it. And I'm hoping Clackhere will chime in with opinions since she is the ultimate Narnia-lover. I read the book a year or two ago and enjoyed it, but the movie brought a vigor to it that didn't exist in my head. There are some instances in the movie that are elaborated upon in a way that it really brings C.S. Lewis's Christian allegory to the forefront. Had to fight back tears a few times, I must say.

So, for sure, gonna finish the series over Christmas break. I can only hope the others are as good, but I kinda doubt it. Maybe I'll be surprised and shocked and awed.

I'm also becoming addicted to making headers, so watch out, bizzles. The template will be morphing regularly...for a while anyway. Then I'll go back to my cracked fairy tales.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Friday, December 09, 2005

Weenie dog farts....

Just for the sake of clarification, that's not me on the header. That probably negates it as an official HNT entry, but I don't care. I'd look exactly like her if I lost some weight, put my hair in a cone, and assumed the polishus knobulus position.

To explain the title, our one-eyed weenie dog is laying on my bed with me. He refuses to remove his ass from my arm, and he's farted on me three times. And not nice, gentle farts. Wallpaper peeling type farts. Silent but deadly, too. The W.O.R.S.T. Just thought I'd share my misery.

The 40-Year-Old Virgin comes out next week. Have I mentioned that?? Yeah, I won't be able to walk next week.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Freak out!!! (to the tune of that song)

IT'S SNOWING AND SLEETING IN TEXAS!!!! Yay! I'm a happy girl, and I'm prayin' like a mofo that school is cancelled tomorrow and I don't have to present my paper in bib (think Jehovah endorses prayers like that?). The paper is finished, I'm suprisingly happy with it, but I still don't like THERE! Oh, and I'm presenting my oral trad paper at the graduate school scholarly club meeting thingy Friday night. *half-hearted yay*

I'm feeling the end-of-semester excitement creeeepin' on up. I'm titilated by the idea of Christmas shopping, laying around in my pajamas, hangin' out with D more, buying The 40-Year-Old Virgin on DVD, READING WHATEVER I WANT, and doing some work. Work? (look around) Workawhat?

Yes, I'm going to do some work over the holidays. MELUS (Multi-Ethnic Literature of the United States) has a special issue coming out on multi-ethnic concerns in graphic narrative, and I'm going to try to work up a paper for it. I don't know that I'll have time, but I'm gonna try. And there's an award for the best paper dealing with folklore at the conference I'll be attending in February, so if I wanna submit my long paper for that I have to get it polished and buffed before January 26th. I'm addicted to this scholarly thing, bitches. I admit it.

Other to-do's for the holidays:
1) Get off my ass and 2) stop eating so much takeout.

TV: The Fellowship of the Ring
Music: Majorette..."Girl Like Me"
Reading: Whatever the fuck I want...after this weekend.
In my head: Cotton mouth and sugar plum fairies (somehow I know in my heart that they're purple).

Which Tarot Card?

I'm OK with this....

The Hierophant Card
You are the the Hierophant card. The Hierophant,
called The Pope in some decks, is the preserver
of cultural traditions. After entering The
Emperor's society, The Hierophant teaches us
its wisdom. The Hierophant learns and teaches
our cultural traditions. The discoveries our
ancestors have made influence the present.
Without forces such as The Hierophant who are
able to interpret and communicate traditional
lore, each generation would have to begin to
learn anew. As a force that is concentrated on
our past and our culture, The Hierophant can
sometimes be stubborn and set in his ways. This
is a negative trait he shares with his zodiac
sign, Taurus. But like Taurus he is productive.
His traditional lore can provide a source of
inspiration for the creatively inclined, and
his knowledge provides an excellent foundation
for those who come into their own in the
business world. Image from: Morgan E.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Girly Obsessions

I have a few new obsessions and they all seem to be of the girly/vixen variety. I don't try to explain it, I just go with it.

I'm obsessed with Catwoman. If I had to choose a favorite I'd go with Eartha Kitts' classic Batman TV show version or maybe Michelle Pfeiffer's sexy ass in Batman Returns. You gotta admit, the catsuit was hot. This started when I bought that History of Catwoman graphic novel thingy. I feel a thesis topic burning a hole in my panties.

Another Kat....

Kat Auster, lead singer of Majorette (debut CD forthcoming). She's just hot. Hot, hot, hot. And fabulous. And I wanna be like her when I grow up. I think it's a potential girl-crush. Watch out Amy Lee.

Which leads me.... the Wonderwoman and Catwoman journals. Because if I'm gonna be obsessed with superheroes they might as well be on a journal. Like I don't have enough fuckin' journals I don't write in.

I miss my piercings and red hair. it's time. It's time for this again:

I love phases.

Watching: A muted TV.

Listening to: Majorette.

Reading: Good in Bed (Jennifer Weiner)

In my head: Rebellion and restlessness.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Tantrum rising....

I'm making the best pissed-off face you've ever seen, only you can't see it. I reserve the right to keep my ultra-pissed-off face to myself. But I'm so pissed. So very, very pissed.

It turns out I am indeed presenting my bib paper on the 8th instead of the 15th. Curses! Now that I'm here, parked on my bed and ready to write, NOTHING. Not a damn word is bubbling up except "Fuck it. I'm tired."

Saturday, December 03, 2005

The Best Site Ever

Found this a few days ago, and it's the BEST SITE EVER. Why do I never think of kitschy brilliance like this?

Which Bad Book Are YOUUUU?

take the WHAT BAD BOOK ARE YOU test.

and go to not as good as reading a good book, but way better than a bad one.

Note: Very fitting. I loathe Ayn Rand. I tried reading The Fountainhead several times, and always petered out by page 50.

Stolen from Heather who stole it from Fence.

Friday, December 02, 2005


I was so busy yesterday that I didn't have a chance to honor World AIDS Day, and wanted to take a second to do that now.

Since I was in middle school or so I've had a great interest in AIDS awareness and education because I've lost dear friends to the disease, and I have friends now who are battling with it. I won't go into details, and I won't lecture, I'll just give you the link to a wonderful group:

I've had the silver bracelet with the gold AIDS ribbon for about 7 years now. One day it will be inscribed with the names of three people who have been great influences on my life. I love all three of you dearly.

I'm not dead...and I don't suck....

To answer Os's last comment, "No, I did not throw up."

My presentation Tuesday night went swimmingly. I didn't even get terribly nervous, which is a first in my 25 years. I used to be a gawd-awful public speaker, but it's amazing how teaching helps curb that fear.

Talked to the prof Wednesday morning about the presentation and she thought it was great...AND...HIGHLY PUBLISHABLE! Woot, woot! That excites me to no end. And blows me out of the water. I thought I sucked. Who knew (no comments on the sucking or blowing, Os and Todd).

I have another big-ass (in the 20ish page range) paper to start this weekend. I have to have a 7-8 page conference version of it to present next week. I think. There will be two weeks of presentations, but I have a sneaking suspicion I'll be assigned the first week. We shall see.

And the template is dead for now. It might come back. I haven't decided. Or maybe I'll beg Heather to make me one because she's the shizzle when it comes to templates.
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