We made the pilgrimage to Deep Ellum and parked our asses on the patio at Dada until Hardin Sweaty time. A $64 tab later (mine alone) Elise and I stumbled out on the arms of T. and Charles and made our way to the car. By the time we got back to Elise's house the dark whirlies had wormed their way behind my closed eyelids and I wound up one-shoed, bent over, with my forehead clacking against the toilet seat with every gutteral heave. I woke up at 6:20 this morning face down on the tile floor of the bathroom with a hella sore forehead.
No one ever said this partying business was so glamorous.
You can never say I'm not honest on this blog. There has to be some value in being upfront about one's fugliness.
No more drinking for me until Saturday. I'm hosting.
Regret of the night: not getting Dustin or Justin's (can't remember his name) phone number. Cute boy, new to Dallas. Good target.
Listening: The Fray...song #6....whatever it is.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
It's so late it's early...
I'll be giving you a running commentary on my day. Check back for periodic updates. Newest entries will be at the top.....
4:22pm: Looks like the outing to Dada is on for tonight after class. I'll likely be dragging along half dead, until I hear Hardin Sweaty's rocksmithy goodness at least. And I'm sure there will be a walk down to Cafe Brazil after the show. So, that means I have to be in class from 4:30-7:10, followed by the half-hour drive home, followed by feeding and shooting the Schnauzer full of insulin, then I'll meet up with Elise at her house, at which time we'll hop on the road for the 45 min drive to downtown Dallas, probably arrive at Dada around 9:30 or 9:45ish, and the boys will likely perform at 10 or 10:30. Maybe later. I'm thinking it'll probably be a 2am night. We'll see. I'm going to die from overexertion someday.
2:45pm: At the university, finally. The stupid--excuse my language--CUNT that teaches the class before my lab took the liberty of letting my lab go without telling me. SO, I wasted an hour at the jc when I could've been here working on my godforsaken paper that still isn't finished. Looks like I'm going to end up reading what I have and talking the rest. Pray for my soul. And the peeps wanna go to Dada to see Goose's show tonight. I reallyyyy need to stay home, but an outing sounds sooo much more fun.
Noon: Just graded an assload of quizzes. I'm going to take an hour-long nap before I go teach at the JC and head to the university to finish up the mock conference paper and make copies of my presentation handout.
Listening: "Good Love is On the Way"....John Mayer
9:29am: Got up at 7:15, got dressed (sort of), took mom and Scooby to the vet. Scooby has an ear infection, his sugar has been high, and he has a cold, so we dropped him off to have his sugar checked while I ran Mom over to the rental car place. I was sitting in the car trying to cat nap while she did her dealings with the Enterprise folk when suddenly she appeared at my window. The city's (for whom she works) account had lapsed because they haven't rented a car in forever. Mom recently got rid of her credit cards, sooo I had to fork over the $300 deposit. It wasn't a problem, mind you, but I had to sign for everything, blah blah blah. My first rented car, and I don't even get to drive it.
After all the car drama we picked Scooby back up, and I'm working on my paper. Mom, in the meantime, is tooling around until the cell phone store opens because her Razr inexplicably died last night. No warning, no signs, just died. Good times.
Almost done with the paper! Sort of! 3 more pages to go!
2:25am Tuesday, November 28: I've been up working on a paper. Got home around midnight from movie watching with my boys (Charles, Goose, G.). We watched Team America: World Police, undoubtedly the most irreverent and hilarious movie on earth. When I got home I worked on my paper (due tomorrow [today] at 4:30, by the way) of which I had all of 3 pages as of midnight. I ended up working for an hour or so, watched the gawdawful season finale of The Bachelor: Rome (what a fucktard for picking that cornpone freak, Jenn). They never pick the virgins, I swear. Virginity is the kiss of death on reality TV. Anyway, so after I wasted that hour of life that I'll never get back, I scooched down under my covers for a good sleep. My brain had other plans, and I ended up getting back up and working on the paper. Up to about 6 pages now (of a projected 9). That shouldn't be too hard to crank out in the morning.
On the docket after sunup: wake at 7:15 to take Mom to pick up her rental car. She's off to Austin for 3 days to a seminar. Then going to the university to finish my paper in the office. Then off to the JC to teach a lab (waste of time). Then back to the university for class. Then I have to come home and shoot up the diabetic dog with his insulin. After that, who knows! I'll give you the skinny as the day goes on.
Listening: "Irreplaceable"...Beyonce (I'm going to hell for this)
4:22pm: Looks like the outing to Dada is on for tonight after class. I'll likely be dragging along half dead, until I hear Hardin Sweaty's rocksmithy goodness at least. And I'm sure there will be a walk down to Cafe Brazil after the show. So, that means I have to be in class from 4:30-7:10, followed by the half-hour drive home, followed by feeding and shooting the Schnauzer full of insulin, then I'll meet up with Elise at her house, at which time we'll hop on the road for the 45 min drive to downtown Dallas, probably arrive at Dada around 9:30 or 9:45ish, and the boys will likely perform at 10 or 10:30. Maybe later. I'm thinking it'll probably be a 2am night. We'll see. I'm going to die from overexertion someday.
2:45pm: At the university, finally. The stupid--excuse my language--CUNT that teaches the class before my lab took the liberty of letting my lab go without telling me. SO, I wasted an hour at the jc when I could've been here working on my godforsaken paper that still isn't finished. Looks like I'm going to end up reading what I have and talking the rest. Pray for my soul. And the peeps wanna go to Dada to see Goose's show tonight. I reallyyyy need to stay home, but an outing sounds sooo much more fun.
Noon: Just graded an assload of quizzes. I'm going to take an hour-long nap before I go teach at the JC and head to the university to finish up the mock conference paper and make copies of my presentation handout.
Listening: "Good Love is On the Way"....John Mayer
9:29am: Got up at 7:15, got dressed (sort of), took mom and Scooby to the vet. Scooby has an ear infection, his sugar has been high, and he has a cold, so we dropped him off to have his sugar checked while I ran Mom over to the rental car place. I was sitting in the car trying to cat nap while she did her dealings with the Enterprise folk when suddenly she appeared at my window. The city's (for whom she works) account had lapsed because they haven't rented a car in forever. Mom recently got rid of her credit cards, sooo I had to fork over the $300 deposit. It wasn't a problem, mind you, but I had to sign for everything, blah blah blah. My first rented car, and I don't even get to drive it.
After all the car drama we picked Scooby back up, and I'm working on my paper. Mom, in the meantime, is tooling around until the cell phone store opens because her Razr inexplicably died last night. No warning, no signs, just died. Good times.
Almost done with the paper! Sort of! 3 more pages to go!
2:25am Tuesday, November 28: I've been up working on a paper. Got home around midnight from movie watching with my boys (Charles, Goose, G.). We watched Team America: World Police, undoubtedly the most irreverent and hilarious movie on earth. When I got home I worked on my paper (due tomorrow [today] at 4:30, by the way) of which I had all of 3 pages as of midnight. I ended up working for an hour or so, watched the gawdawful season finale of The Bachelor: Rome (what a fucktard for picking that cornpone freak, Jenn). They never pick the virgins, I swear. Virginity is the kiss of death on reality TV. Anyway, so after I wasted that hour of life that I'll never get back, I scooched down under my covers for a good sleep. My brain had other plans, and I ended up getting back up and working on the paper. Up to about 6 pages now (of a projected 9). That shouldn't be too hard to crank out in the morning.
On the docket after sunup: wake at 7:15 to take Mom to pick up her rental car. She's off to Austin for 3 days to a seminar. Then going to the university to finish my paper in the office. Then off to the JC to teach a lab (waste of time). Then back to the university for class. Then I have to come home and shoot up the diabetic dog with his insulin. After that, who knows! I'll give you the skinny as the day goes on.
Listening: "Irreplaceable"...Beyonce (I'm going to hell for this)
Monday, November 27, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
Get Stuffed
The turkey is put away and the deviled eggs are congealing in the refrigerator. The pecan pies are half eaten and the company has left the house. And I'm up to my ass in papers to grade. Actually, they've receded to my knees since I spent a few hours devoted to freshman composition.
This year, I fear to say, left me with a distinct lack of excitement over the holidays, and a distinct lack of excitement that Christmas is coming up. I'm not sure if this is a natural part of growing older, if work has so overtaken my life that everything else pales in comparison to a good night of drinking and debauchery, or if my family just leaves me cold without the buffer that my grandparents used to provide.
I sat back today, looked around, and wanted only to retreat to my bedroom. I wanted to clean instead of spending time with my family.
My 15-year-old cousin was huddled in a mass on the couch with his very blonde girlfriend while his siblings and L's three young'uns screamed and sputtered over rousing rounds of Connect 4. Cousin and his wife sat at the table and heckled the kids from the dining nook while we waited for L to amble in an hour late. Talking seemed all but impossible without a barrage of half-witted, smartassy remarks. I would stray to the other room to escape the noise and flippancy at intervals in a vague attempt to maintain my sanity and text message friends. My lifelines. My kindred.
My mother, generally my rock in situations such as these, is currently undergoing some sort of weird empty nest psychosis akin to that which we both endured right before I left for college at the tender age of 18. She's snappy, she's a little needy, and generally back-handed with her remarks. Given, I haven't been home much lately, and the will to be out until all hours of the night at least 4 nights a week is intensified by a creeping round of depression. Not to mention the fact that I've fallen off the South Beach wagon because Mom doesn't care to do it anymore and insists on stocking the house with chocolate, chips, and all manner of processed shit. It's not her fault I have absolutely no willpower when it comes to food, but for God's sake, can't we go back to broccoli and cheese?
On a happier note, I'm thinking of buying the following with the rest of my gift card from Scamazon:
The Epicure's Lament, by Kate Christensen
Collected Prose: Autobiographical Writings, True Stories, Critical Essays, Prefaces, and Collaborations with Artists, by Paul Auster
Invitation to a Beheading, by Vladimir Nabokov
The rest of the night: more paper grading, reading The Blindfold for the Estella discussion
Watching: Cider House Rules
This year, I fear to say, left me with a distinct lack of excitement over the holidays, and a distinct lack of excitement that Christmas is coming up. I'm not sure if this is a natural part of growing older, if work has so overtaken my life that everything else pales in comparison to a good night of drinking and debauchery, or if my family just leaves me cold without the buffer that my grandparents used to provide.
I sat back today, looked around, and wanted only to retreat to my bedroom. I wanted to clean instead of spending time with my family.
My 15-year-old cousin was huddled in a mass on the couch with his very blonde girlfriend while his siblings and L's three young'uns screamed and sputtered over rousing rounds of Connect 4. Cousin and his wife sat at the table and heckled the kids from the dining nook while we waited for L to amble in an hour late. Talking seemed all but impossible without a barrage of half-witted, smartassy remarks. I would stray to the other room to escape the noise and flippancy at intervals in a vague attempt to maintain my sanity and text message friends. My lifelines. My kindred.
My mother, generally my rock in situations such as these, is currently undergoing some sort of weird empty nest psychosis akin to that which we both endured right before I left for college at the tender age of 18. She's snappy, she's a little needy, and generally back-handed with her remarks. Given, I haven't been home much lately, and the will to be out until all hours of the night at least 4 nights a week is intensified by a creeping round of depression. Not to mention the fact that I've fallen off the South Beach wagon because Mom doesn't care to do it anymore and insists on stocking the house with chocolate, chips, and all manner of processed shit. It's not her fault I have absolutely no willpower when it comes to food, but for God's sake, can't we go back to broccoli and cheese?
On a happier note, I'm thinking of buying the following with the rest of my gift card from Scamazon:
The Epicure's Lament, by Kate Christensen
Collected Prose: Autobiographical Writings, True Stories, Critical Essays, Prefaces, and Collaborations with Artists, by Paul Auster
Invitation to a Beheading, by Vladimir Nabokov
The rest of the night: more paper grading, reading The Blindfold for the Estella discussion
Watching: Cider House Rules
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