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I've taken to drawing cartoons in Paint when I'm bored or frustrated at work. This is the first offering. More to come soon.
Politically IncorrectEdited for incriminating content.On a brighter note, a student in one of my labs made me smile today. They're required to keep a journal of the goings-on in our writing group and this particular student has taken the idea and run wild with it. I dread the assignment sometimes because some of them make me want to stab my eyeballs out with Pamela Anderson's fake nails to read the things. It's a shame so many trees should die at the hands of maudlin musings over writing (I don't kill trees with my maudlin musings, thankyouverymuch). This particular student is in the art department, so we have a good time talking art and bringing that creative component into the writing group. He's discovered that writing is an art form and enjoys getting creative with his journal entries. He's very honest and diary'ish about the whole thing, which alternately cracks me up and makes me think. I'm really proud of him.That began as a really inspired thought and fell flat at the end. Fuck it. I've gotta go to bed. Another presentation to do tomorrow. On TV: Everybody Loves RaymondMusic: Billy Currington....That Changes Everything (he was in Playgirl!)Reading: The Triumph of Narrative, Robert FulfordIn my head: Gah-gah'ness
The Usual Sunday Whatever
I'm godsmacked, people! Godsmacked I tell you. As in, God is smacking my ass with projects until it's red and pained. I've gotten a lot done today, which is the only reason I can sit here relatively guilt-free and type this shit to you all. I pretty much turned my bedroom upside down in a nesting/cleaning frenzy. I could no longer endure studying in squalor, so I cleaned out the top shelf of my bookcase to make room for the 30'ish library books I have checked out right now as well as some folders full of handouts (I hate handouts) from class. I proceeded to organize everything in my school bag, dust, trash a garbage bag worth of miscellaneous papers, and I vacuumed. It's nice and Febreezy-smellin' in here now.Once the cleaning frenzy ceased, I was able to finish reading Descendants of Darkness for Tuesday night's class, do my online posting early, and dig into Bridget Jones's Diary (need a refresher before I write the paper). Now I sit here slothful as ever post-shower with freshly straightened locks listening to Billy Butter Voice Currington. My new favorite CD. A woman is a mysteryA man just can't understandSometimes all it takes to please herIs a touch of your handOther times you gotta take it slowAnd hold her all night longHeaven knows there's so many waysA man can go wrongMust be doin' somethin' rightI just heard you sighLeaned into my kiss And closed those deep blue need you eyesDon't know what I didTo earn a love like thisBut baby I must be doin' somethin' right...It's hot, and it's on repeat.Plans for the remainder of the evening:Desperate HousewivesMore Bridget Jones
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