Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Happy New Year!
*sniff sniff, cough hack cough sneeze...sigh*
Ringing in the new year with a nasty little head cold. I coughed really hard a few days ago and threw my back slightly out of whack and have spent the past few days sitting against a heating pad--I am way too young for this stuff.
Anyway, it's 2008 now. 2007 sort of slipped by me unnoticed; I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. On one hand, the year hasn't been marked with as much theatrics as, say, 2005; or 2006 for that matter. Wrapping myself up in a nice cuddly relationship probably had a lot to do with that, and that's where the problem comes in. I didn't do much in 2007. My Spring Semester grades weren't so great; I worked in the same summer job for the second year in a row, and came home dead tired every evening from being happyhappy nicenicenice to ungrateful patients all day; I hid in Wulfy's room most of Fall Semester, avoiding simultaneously schoolwork, my roommate, and the Drama of life with my friends. So a conundrum: during a markedly unproductive year, I managed to be rather happy. Or maybe, not-unhappy.
I have big plans for the Spring Semester that, knowing me, probably won't materialize as the year progresses. This is why I don't make resolutions. Case in point: I resolved to study intensively both for Comps and for my more difficult classes over our long Winter Break. I ended up sleeping off the stresses of the semester (despite the time running fairly smoothly, I was however a wreck about a third of time) and reading part of Dune. I worked a few days, and visited relatives...and that was it. I guess you could say I'm enjoying being a lazy college student.
Anyway, the Plans:
1. Get a job in Hippieville. I know, I'm terrible for freeloading this long, especially after my family's financial problems this time last year. So this is supposed to be non-negotiable, though tough because though I'm only taking 14 hours this semester, they're tough classes that will require lots of work outside class.
2. Get in shape! I'm skinny but not particularly in-shape; I want to start going to TaeKwonDo with Wulfy. This will also ensure that he actually goes, too, as he's been whining about being slack.
3. Work more on photography. I'm a Very Amateur photographer, and I want to get Slightly Less Amateur, but that's not going to happen unless I actually, you know, take a damn picture every now and then.
4. Write more outside of class. I have Story Ideas. I may even have a Novel Idea. But Ideas don't matter unless I make myself do something with them.
I would put "Read more books outside of class work" but one of my difficult classes is going to require me to read about 15ish novels during the course of the semester.
So, there's 2007 and the first bit of 2008. I have planned, possibly, a more substantive post, but that will have to wait.
Happy New Year, y'all.
Ringing in the new year with a nasty little head cold. I coughed really hard a few days ago and threw my back slightly out of whack and have spent the past few days sitting against a heating pad--I am way too young for this stuff.
Anyway, it's 2008 now. 2007 sort of slipped by me unnoticed; I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. On one hand, the year hasn't been marked with as much theatrics as, say, 2005; or 2006 for that matter. Wrapping myself up in a nice cuddly relationship probably had a lot to do with that, and that's where the problem comes in. I didn't do much in 2007. My Spring Semester grades weren't so great; I worked in the same summer job for the second year in a row, and came home dead tired every evening from being happyhappy nicenicenice to ungrateful patients all day; I hid in Wulfy's room most of Fall Semester, avoiding simultaneously schoolwork, my roommate, and the Drama of life with my friends. So a conundrum: during a markedly unproductive year, I managed to be rather happy. Or maybe, not-unhappy.
I have big plans for the Spring Semester that, knowing me, probably won't materialize as the year progresses. This is why I don't make resolutions. Case in point: I resolved to study intensively both for Comps and for my more difficult classes over our long Winter Break. I ended up sleeping off the stresses of the semester (despite the time running fairly smoothly, I was however a wreck about a third of time) and reading part of Dune. I worked a few days, and visited relatives...and that was it. I guess you could say I'm enjoying being a lazy college student.
Anyway, the Plans:
1. Get a job in Hippieville. I know, I'm terrible for freeloading this long, especially after my family's financial problems this time last year. So this is supposed to be non-negotiable, though tough because though I'm only taking 14 hours this semester, they're tough classes that will require lots of work outside class.
2. Get in shape! I'm skinny but not particularly in-shape; I want to start going to TaeKwonDo with Wulfy. This will also ensure that he actually goes, too, as he's been whining about being slack.
3. Work more on photography. I'm a Very Amateur photographer, and I want to get Slightly Less Amateur, but that's not going to happen unless I actually, you know, take a damn picture every now and then.
4. Write more outside of class. I have Story Ideas. I may even have a Novel Idea. But Ideas don't matter unless I make myself do something with them.
I would put "Read more books outside of class work" but one of my difficult classes is going to require me to read about 15ish novels during the course of the semester.
So, there's 2007 and the first bit of 2008. I have planned, possibly, a more substantive post, but that will have to wait.
Happy New Year, y'all.
Friday, December 21, 2007
$$$ and cuteness
My GPA is higher than 3.5 this semester, yippee. It fell last semester after Wulfy and I started dating, as did his; my parents were confused because they didn't have that problem when they were dating in college, and I'm having trouble reminding them that we are not them. I'm still a little bit scared about my workload next semester. I'm taking one class that's a survey course of novels. We'll be reading about 15 novels during the semester, and that is of course on top of the other stuff I'll have to read, which will probably be, at least in part, novels as well. Oh gad.
My most expensive book is about $120...and I need twenty-four more books, most of which are between $10 and $20. Oh fer fucks sake.
The campus bookstore reeeally cheats us out of our money. I buy a book used...which is maybe 10 dollars cheaper on an expensive book. then I sell it back and they give me less than half of my money back...and sell it to someone else at the exact same price I bought it. It sucks. But I haven't really found a cheaper source. I guess I need to look harder.
I want to start saving up money for when I'm out on my own but it keeps getting sucked out of my pocket by frivolous little things like, oh, required textbooks and that silly stuff everybody has...oh yeah, food.
I'm sorry, I'm whining, there are a lot of people who would give an eyeball to science to have my privilege. But that doesn't mean it doesn't kinda suck sometimes.
On a more (truly) frivolous note, behold my new picture. It's a damn good facsimile of me, courtesy of this candybar doll maker. I love these things, even though they only come in skinny and pale-white. But I am skinny and pearlescent, so it's all good for me. And for the muffin, who already looks like a cartoon, and therefore doll-izes easily.
I'm also a nerd who makes candybar dolls of Kingdom Hearts characters:
Roxas:
And Namine:
They're cute.
And that's enough dorking out for one day.
My most expensive book is about $120...and I need twenty-four more books, most of which are between $10 and $20. Oh fer fucks sake.
The campus bookstore reeeally cheats us out of our money. I buy a book used...which is maybe 10 dollars cheaper on an expensive book. then I sell it back and they give me less than half of my money back...and sell it to someone else at the exact same price I bought it. It sucks. But I haven't really found a cheaper source. I guess I need to look harder.
I want to start saving up money for when I'm out on my own but it keeps getting sucked out of my pocket by frivolous little things like, oh, required textbooks and that silly stuff everybody has...oh yeah, food.
I'm sorry, I'm whining, there are a lot of people who would give an eyeball to science to have my privilege. But that doesn't mean it doesn't kinda suck sometimes.
On a more (truly) frivolous note, behold my new picture. It's a damn good facsimile of me, courtesy of this candybar doll maker. I love these things, even though they only come in skinny and pale-white. But I am skinny and pearlescent, so it's all good for me. And for the muffin, who already looks like a cartoon, and therefore doll-izes easily.
I'm also a nerd who makes candybar dolls of Kingdom Hearts characters:
Roxas:
And Namine:
They're cute.
And that's enough dorking out for one day.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
What a jerk...
I may be behind in my web surfing (in fact, I know I am) but
Somebody needs to kick this guy's butt.
He's just so proud of being a total ass.
Somebody needs to kick this guy's butt.
He's just so proud of being a total ass.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
late/early. learly? eate?
I've gone and gotten myself a single room for next semester, in what could generally be regarded as the nicest dorm on campus. Whoopee. My grandmother gave us the money for a nice little flatscreen for my room (spoiled brat, I know), and I have one of those twisty medusa lamps and a metric buttload of photos and dilly dallies for my walls, so I aim to be nicely ensconced next semester. I just turned in my last final (yes, just now; it was a take-home and she emailed it to us, so I just emailed the damn thing back with my answers, good riddance). I had to read half the stuff we read this term to finish it (remind me to actually read Cat On a Hot Tin Roof sometime, my skim didn't do it justice) but paused to draw a little illustration for one story that I'm rather proud of. I think I may do a few more for that story when I feel up to it.
Wulfy is asleep on his bed behind me. I've avoided my room this semester because I no longer room with the adored Muffin (she wangled a single before I did) and my roommate for the semester was just too damn perky. All the time. I mean, I have perky friends, but damn. I felt bad for keeping away but there's only so much happyhappyjoyjoy I can stand, thanks. Next semester's going to kick ass--mine specifically, I'm not taking many hours but the classes I'm taking are the sort that will wear black leather and tell me to say "thank you" after every whack. Ouchies. The thought of the papers is already making my poor tender head ache.
Anyway, it's late/really fucking early, so I'm either going to eat some Easy Mac (surprisingly good stuff) or go to sleep, maybe both sequentially. The dinner Wulfy's parents bought us has kind of worn off--why wasn't I hungry when I ate it? Argh. I'm rambling, bye.
Wulfy is asleep on his bed behind me. I've avoided my room this semester because I no longer room with the adored Muffin (she wangled a single before I did) and my roommate for the semester was just too damn perky. All the time. I mean, I have perky friends, but damn. I felt bad for keeping away but there's only so much happyhappyjoyjoy I can stand, thanks. Next semester's going to kick ass--mine specifically, I'm not taking many hours but the classes I'm taking are the sort that will wear black leather and tell me to say "thank you" after every whack. Ouchies. The thought of the papers is already making my poor tender head ache.
Anyway, it's late/really fucking early, so I'm either going to eat some Easy Mac (surprisingly good stuff) or go to sleep, maybe both sequentially. The dinner Wulfy's parents bought us has kind of worn off--why wasn't I hungry when I ate it? Argh. I'm rambling, bye.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
I'm starting to write the paper that's due tomorrow--oh wait, it's tomorrow already.
But it's on Charles Frazier, whom I adore, and it's only five pages, and tomorrow is Reading Day so I'm really going to write the dang thing tomorrow. Lucky for me he's only written two books so far and I've devoured them already. Mmm yummy yummy books.
You know what just struck me as funny? I write more about sex as a Lit major than anything else, it seems.
Beowulf didn't get any sleep last night writing his five page paper about Medieval Islamic society so he's asleep now...sort of. He keeps waking up and either
a) mumbling long rants in Tongues, I swear, or
b) telling me to go get some water from the creek we just passed on our hiking day trip (!) and whining that I and our driver (!) are laughing at him. And that we're doing it to be mean to him to get him to tell us where he came from and it's not working so there.
c) just grunting indistinctly and twitching, like a dog dreaming about chasing rabbits.
The hiking thing probably stems from leftover anxiety about his Hiking Camping and Orienteering class, which went on a camping trip last weekend. He didn't really want to go. I bet he'll detail the trip on his blogthingy, along with his instructor's crazy Peruvian camping stories.
But it's on Charles Frazier, whom I adore, and it's only five pages, and tomorrow is Reading Day so I'm really going to write the dang thing tomorrow. Lucky for me he's only written two books so far and I've devoured them already. Mmm yummy yummy books.
You know what just struck me as funny? I write more about sex as a Lit major than anything else, it seems.
Beowulf didn't get any sleep last night writing his five page paper about Medieval Islamic society so he's asleep now...sort of. He keeps waking up and either
a) mumbling long rants in Tongues, I swear, or
b) telling me to go get some water from the creek we just passed on our hiking day trip (!) and whining that I and our driver (!) are laughing at him. And that we're doing it to be mean to him to get him to tell us where he came from and it's not working so there.
c) just grunting indistinctly and twitching, like a dog dreaming about chasing rabbits.
The hiking thing probably stems from leftover anxiety about his Hiking Camping and Orienteering class, which went on a camping trip last weekend. He didn't really want to go. I bet he'll detail the trip on his blogthingy, along with his instructor's crazy Peruvian camping stories.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
dreaming of your Etcetera
I really shouldn't be writing here...I have two long papers due Friday, a performance piece to arrange and memorize (for my Renaissance and Enlightenment Literature class, oddly enough) another paper due midweek next week, two reading journals to write (because I'm a terrible student who hasn't already done this), finals to study for (FINALS stands for Fuck I Never Actually Learned this Shit, according to one group on Facebook), friends to visit, a Beowulf who often needs a good firm nudge to do his homework, and, importantly, a room to move out of. I'm switching to another dorm--admittedly an older and possibly grody dorm, but one in which I will have a room to myself. As I've hated living on campus this semester, this is a good thing; and next semester I have a shot at a single room in the nicest dorm on campus (score!) even though there's no guarantee. And if I get that room, I can keep it for next year and might not have to find an apartment in order to have some dang privacy.
Next semester is going to be hellishly busy (even though I'm only taking thirteen hours of classes) but has potential to be really fun. The Feminist Collective is, of course, putting on the Vagina Monologues, which I'm thinking about auditioning for (I figure hey, I should do it while I'm a fledgling college feminist and I have the chance, right? Even if it's become something of a cliche) and the Theatre department is doing the Tempest, and Vanilla wants me to audition for that--again, when the hell other than now am I going to get the chance to be in a good performance of a play? I could do community theatre later on but I don't know what I'm going to be doing in my life later on. I'm Carpe-ing the Diem, heh. I'm also going to try to work on my photography and creative writing, which have suffered like woah this semester because when I haven't been working on school shit, I've been sleeping and/or desponding too much for anything else. Though this might still be on the back burner depending on the job I get--up till now I've only been working in the summer at home, but I'm getting all anxious about saving up for grad school (IF I manage to make it into a grad school; the sleeping/desponding has been shaving bits off my grades, which have already suffered since the advent of the relationship with the Beowulf. I'm a terrible student. This CHANGES next semester, dammit, and I'm going to learn how to take decent notes {a skill I never learned in highschool because the classes were mostly too damn easy--thanks a lot, No Child Left Behind.}). Wow, that was a doozy of a parenthetical remark.
Anyway, I've got class in an hour and a halfish, and I haven't eaten breakfast, and I need to work on my ten page paper. I'll write the eight-pager tomorrow; that'll be the hard one because I don't give a shit about my topic. For the ten-pager, I'm writing on the effect of war on poetry; both the general paradigm shifts post-war that allow change in convention. Would T. S. Eliot written The [Godawful] Wasteland without WWI? Doubtful. But I may focus on the effect on individual poets who were involved in various wars in US History. I'll be using Whitman's "The Wound-Dresser" and E. E. Cummings's "my sweet old etcetera" for that--two of my favies! Yayz! And I found a collection of interesting Vietnam War poems and some political poetry about Iraq, to round it all off. I wish I had a month to write this thing. Maybe I'll revisit it for my senior thesis?
I had a really great idea for my senior thesis while laying in bed awake at three in the morning, but I didn't write it down so the only thing I remember about it now is that it was Fucking Awesome and would have Changed the Face of Literary Analysis As We Know It. I'm only brilliant late at night when I don't have a notepad on hand *facepalm*
Next semester I'm taking senior comps; I'm getting them out of the way early, that way if I do absolutely terribly (as I likely will) I'll have at least two more semesters to try.
I have a plot for a book rattling about in my head; one that could be a romance novel, in fact, although hopefully a good one...involving hippies. There are a lot of Nouveau Hippies around the area--sometimes it feels like to many, especially when they are of the opinion that deodorant is Unnatural and therefore Evil; and hey, their odour doesn't bother them! Some of these are actually in my ballroom dance class so it occasionally feels like I'm dancing with a Giant Armpit. I'm sure they're wonderful intelligent etcetera people but I don't know because I'm not fond of their apocrine sweat glands.
I will eventually have something to say about something important; my own life has swallowed me whole.
Next semester is going to be hellishly busy (even though I'm only taking thirteen hours of classes) but has potential to be really fun. The Feminist Collective is, of course, putting on the Vagina Monologues, which I'm thinking about auditioning for (I figure hey, I should do it while I'm a fledgling college feminist and I have the chance, right? Even if it's become something of a cliche) and the Theatre department is doing the Tempest, and Vanilla wants me to audition for that--again, when the hell other than now am I going to get the chance to be in a good performance of a play? I could do community theatre later on but I don't know what I'm going to be doing in my life later on. I'm Carpe-ing the Diem, heh. I'm also going to try to work on my photography and creative writing, which have suffered like woah this semester because when I haven't been working on school shit, I've been sleeping and/or desponding too much for anything else. Though this might still be on the back burner depending on the job I get--up till now I've only been working in the summer at home, but I'm getting all anxious about saving up for grad school (IF I manage to make it into a grad school; the sleeping/desponding has been shaving bits off my grades, which have already suffered since the advent of the relationship with the Beowulf. I'm a terrible student. This CHANGES next semester, dammit, and I'm going to learn how to take decent notes {a skill I never learned in highschool because the classes were mostly too damn easy--thanks a lot, No Child Left Behind.}). Wow, that was a doozy of a parenthetical remark.
Anyway, I've got class in an hour and a halfish, and I haven't eaten breakfast, and I need to work on my ten page paper. I'll write the eight-pager tomorrow; that'll be the hard one because I don't give a shit about my topic. For the ten-pager, I'm writing on the effect of war on poetry; both the general paradigm shifts post-war that allow change in convention. Would T. S. Eliot written The [Godawful] Wasteland without WWI? Doubtful. But I may focus on the effect on individual poets who were involved in various wars in US History. I'll be using Whitman's "The Wound-Dresser" and E. E. Cummings's "my sweet old etcetera" for that--two of my favies! Yayz! And I found a collection of interesting Vietnam War poems and some political poetry about Iraq, to round it all off. I wish I had a month to write this thing. Maybe I'll revisit it for my senior thesis?
I had a really great idea for my senior thesis while laying in bed awake at three in the morning, but I didn't write it down so the only thing I remember about it now is that it was Fucking Awesome and would have Changed the Face of Literary Analysis As We Know It. I'm only brilliant late at night when I don't have a notepad on hand *facepalm*
Next semester I'm taking senior comps; I'm getting them out of the way early, that way if I do absolutely terribly (as I likely will) I'll have at least two more semesters to try.
I have a plot for a book rattling about in my head; one that could be a romance novel, in fact, although hopefully a good one...involving hippies. There are a lot of Nouveau Hippies around the area--sometimes it feels like to many, especially when they are of the opinion that deodorant is Unnatural and therefore Evil; and hey, their odour doesn't bother them! Some of these are actually in my ballroom dance class so it occasionally feels like I'm dancing with a Giant Armpit. I'm sure they're wonderful intelligent etcetera people but I don't know because I'm not fond of their apocrine sweat glands.
I will eventually have something to say about something important; my own life has swallowed me whole.
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