here I am sitting and waiting for a funny blog to come to mind. I'm overdue...on my blogging, at least, and figure I need to do something about it.
(insert blank stare)
yep, that's about it.
whew-
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
On becoming a Simpson-
"no a skunk isn't a mammal..."
next biggest dumb comment I've made so far this century...it might even beat the Viking comment I made a few weeks ago. So, hence the title of this blog, I think I was secretly born as Jessica Simpsons (fraternal) twin sister (ERGO, minus the looks)...I DID, however, learn my ABCs at an early age so they put me up for adoption- sigh
Well, it all started because we, Rob, Laura, and I, were talking at dinner about the rat that got into my apt one sultry Thursday afternoon. The discussion had turned to rodents, and Laura said "what I want to know is, what is a skunk? Is it considered a rodent?" and we queried over it for a few seconds before Rob said "well, it's a mammal...isn't it?" quickly followed by my ridiculously unthought-out retort, and in a very condesending tone as if Robin was such a young naive thing (wait, but isnt he? haha jk) he didn't know a skunk wasn't a mammal...then reality stepped in just as pride from being the "intelligent" member promptly stepped out-
then the conversation turned to the platypus...which, I've found (see Platypus), really IS a mammal (Mammals for Dummies), contrary to our Saturday night groups decision. But it lays eggs, which makes it difficult for the conceptually challenged to...well...conceive. Why are we conceptually challenged, you might ask? Well, by the end of our discussion we had affirmed that the Platypus wasn't a mammal, but perhaps it was a family by itself, then decided that no, the Platypus wasn't a family by itself, but perhaps it was a Marsupial....I mean, COME ON...where were our brains...to think that we, as students at WHS (which I realize might not be saying much as it is) we were actually considered ADVANCED students. YeEsH!
ok, so for the record, the Platypus AND all Marsupials are indeed mammals. we're now clear on that. Whew.
Then, this afternoon, contrary to apparent lack of knowledge, I took an exam in my college sexuality and society class, where sex has become even more UN-conceptual than whether a skunk is a rodent or not...and while I think I did well, we'll just have to wait and find out...)
Happy Valentines Day to all you Cupid fans :)
Peacery-
next biggest dumb comment I've made so far this century...it might even beat the Viking comment I made a few weeks ago. So, hence the title of this blog, I think I was secretly born as Jessica Simpsons (fraternal) twin sister (ERGO, minus the looks)...I DID, however, learn my ABCs at an early age so they put me up for adoption- sigh
Well, it all started because we, Rob, Laura, and I, were talking at dinner about the rat that got into my apt one sultry Thursday afternoon. The discussion had turned to rodents, and Laura said "what I want to know is, what is a skunk? Is it considered a rodent?" and we queried over it for a few seconds before Rob said "well, it's a mammal...isn't it?" quickly followed by my ridiculously unthought-out retort, and in a very condesending tone as if Robin was such a young naive thing (wait, but isnt he? haha jk) he didn't know a skunk wasn't a mammal...then reality stepped in just as pride from being the "intelligent" member promptly stepped out-
then the conversation turned to the platypus...which, I've found (see Platypus), really IS a mammal (Mammals for Dummies), contrary to our Saturday night groups decision. But it lays eggs, which makes it difficult for the conceptually challenged to...well...conceive. Why are we conceptually challenged, you might ask? Well, by the end of our discussion we had affirmed that the Platypus wasn't a mammal, but perhaps it was a family by itself, then decided that no, the Platypus wasn't a family by itself, but perhaps it was a Marsupial....I mean, COME ON...where were our brains...to think that we, as students at WHS (which I realize might not be saying much as it is) we were actually considered ADVANCED students. YeEsH!
ok, so for the record, the Platypus AND all Marsupials are indeed mammals. we're now clear on that. Whew.
Then, this afternoon, contrary to apparent lack of knowledge, I took an exam in my college sexuality and society class, where sex has become even more UN-conceptual than whether a skunk is a rodent or not...and while I think I did well, we'll just have to wait and find out...)
Happy Valentines Day to all you Cupid fans :)
Peacery-
Thursday, February 10, 2005
welcome to the machine
ahh. thursday. which means today is the end of my academic week and tomorrow the only thing i have to come to school for is something that i enjoy, which includes actually applying my knowlegde to real reasearch in the psych dept, not that i dont enjoy this daily learning, but i dont enjoy what learning means for most of us engaged in and to the great Academia...and that's the governments fault, shame on them
on a side note=
I think it's funny how we refer to the gov with a very simple "they"...."they're watching" "they have ways of knowing" "they monitor email activity"....who is coming after you for pirating too much music? "they" are! by george...what was that strange noise outside your window last night?
well, according to my brother it's them,
"shh, did you hear that? they might be listening"
Who? who's listening?
"dude, the government"
classic stefan line
hell, he might be right...but only because he and a few other fellow aspiring engineers are secretly plotting to build a subatomic particle compatible rail-gun large enough to destroy the earth, apparently
so, back to the world of social sciences, not quite as in depth as rail guns and government schemes...really briefly I'd like to say that this morning I took two rather appropriatly brutal exams for Race and Ethnic Relations, and the Holocaust, back to back.
I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one who at a certain point (usually in the wee hours of the morning) decide, with a significant sigh, that studying any more is a futile effort, and then reluctantly goes to bed only to rise before dawn to read on into the endless chapters of print and lecture notes--and i now realize i do it to satisfy the imaginary expectations of the invisible eyes of those unidentified flying beings who watch us all the time and might be taking notes...I mean, I sure dont want to be the one who was a social loafer and went into an exam less prepared than I could be, without even attempting to cram those last little tid bits of information into my jammed skull...what would they say?
on a more eventful topic, and MAYBE to the appreciation of perhaps at least one of my dear readers, I, in a fit of being tired of my excuses as to why I'm not riding much lately, hauled the sur out to conyers in the Tuesday afternoon drizzle--woohoo! a great ride--I even successfully added another notch (or two) to my belt of bike related accidents. Heres what happened.
A new section of the trail is ideal for bmx-inclined mtbers, but actually GETTING to that section on a bmx bike would be, well....lets not think of that right now--I think they do something special for bmx races--anyway, theres a curve in the trail which I have deemed good only for improving your cornering skills b/c it is not only a curve, it's a curve around the side of a large hill (meanin you screw up, you goin down fo sho), and the curve is simulateously a spot for bunny hopping, only hopping that particular spot would require skill that Joseph probably has, but I haven't yet mustered-
But surprisingly I swung around that without a hitch and felt a little glow of " whoa, I did it this time without getting squirrely" and not 10 seconds later (no doubt as a result of that gained confidence as I was traveling a good bit faster and forgetting about the presence of water..aka, mud) found myself moments away from a shoulder to trunk collision with a large oak tree. Quick decision! i slouched my shoulder down far enough to narrowly miss the tree, but consequently lost control while attempting to multitask b/w dodging the tree and maneuvering around and down the trail where the root system presented a little obstaclish jostle, and is also on a "little drop" as some might say--so I proceeded to the air, and upon recontact slid about 4 feet through the mud on my right shoulder and elbow- by that point I was MUDDDDDDY! and even more soaking wet if you can imagine, but, it was a good crash I must say. Indeed. Except my bike sustained what I would expect was a considerable blow to the rear derailluer, a crucial mechanism that I've been warned time and time again is officially on it's last leg...maybe its last toenail, even
so there you have it, end of story.
Peacery-
on a side note=
I think it's funny how we refer to the gov with a very simple "they"...."they're watching" "they have ways of knowing" "they monitor email activity"....who is coming after you for pirating too much music? "they" are! by george...what was that strange noise outside your window last night?
well, according to my brother it's them,
"shh, did you hear that? they might be listening"
Who? who's listening?
"dude, the government"
classic stefan line
hell, he might be right...but only because he and a few other fellow aspiring engineers are secretly plotting to build a subatomic particle compatible rail-gun large enough to destroy the earth, apparently
so, back to the world of social sciences, not quite as in depth as rail guns and government schemes...really briefly I'd like to say that this morning I took two rather appropriatly brutal exams for Race and Ethnic Relations, and the Holocaust, back to back.
I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one who at a certain point (usually in the wee hours of the morning) decide, with a significant sigh, that studying any more is a futile effort, and then reluctantly goes to bed only to rise before dawn to read on into the endless chapters of print and lecture notes--and i now realize i do it to satisfy the imaginary expectations of the invisible eyes of those unidentified flying beings who watch us all the time and might be taking notes...I mean, I sure dont want to be the one who was a social loafer and went into an exam less prepared than I could be, without even attempting to cram those last little tid bits of information into my jammed skull...what would they say?
on a more eventful topic, and MAYBE to the appreciation of perhaps at least one of my dear readers, I, in a fit of being tired of my excuses as to why I'm not riding much lately, hauled the sur out to conyers in the Tuesday afternoon drizzle--woohoo! a great ride--I even successfully added another notch (or two) to my belt of bike related accidents. Heres what happened.
A new section of the trail is ideal for bmx-inclined mtbers, but actually GETTING to that section on a bmx bike would be, well....lets not think of that right now--I think they do something special for bmx races--anyway, theres a curve in the trail which I have deemed good only for improving your cornering skills b/c it is not only a curve, it's a curve around the side of a large hill (meanin you screw up, you goin down fo sho), and the curve is simulateously a spot for bunny hopping, only hopping that particular spot would require skill that Joseph probably has, but I haven't yet mustered-
But surprisingly I swung around that without a hitch and felt a little glow of " whoa, I did it this time without getting squirrely" and not 10 seconds later (no doubt as a result of that gained confidence as I was traveling a good bit faster and forgetting about the presence of water..aka, mud) found myself moments away from a shoulder to trunk collision with a large oak tree. Quick decision! i slouched my shoulder down far enough to narrowly miss the tree, but consequently lost control while attempting to multitask b/w dodging the tree and maneuvering around and down the trail where the root system presented a little obstaclish jostle, and is also on a "little drop" as some might say--so I proceeded to the air, and upon recontact slid about 4 feet through the mud on my right shoulder and elbow- by that point I was MUDDDDDDY! and even more soaking wet if you can imagine, but, it was a good crash I must say. Indeed. Except my bike sustained what I would expect was a considerable blow to the rear derailluer, a crucial mechanism that I've been warned time and time again is officially on it's last leg...maybe its last toenail, even
so there you have it, end of story.
Peacery-
Thursday, February 03, 2005
a symmetric parabola
I see that I have to practically abandon the blog scene to get any response out of anyone. The nerve. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!
Ok. Just kidding.
Tuesday I dropped my favorite notebook/planner in the toilet of the 9th Floor Bathroom in the Ed. Building. Sigh. I had specifically gone up from the 2nd floor b/c that w.c. was out of t.p., but the stalls up there (and all over campus for that matter) are miniscule--So small that walking in takes really complex maneuvering. So I had put my notebook and water bottle on the t.p. dispenser, entered, slowly turned and wedged my bookbag and satchel beside the toilet, and squeezed in, closing the door behind me. Details later I was attempting to leave the stall. That's when it happened. I managed to get my bags in one hand, and leEAaned back (I felt like I was playing limbo) to open the door, and as I opened the door I brushed the notebook that was still on the t.p. dispenser, and as I turned, splash! I yelped, knowing it was my notebook, then I cursed, "bastard!" and snatched it out within 2 seconds. Is there a rule for dropping things in the toilet? Poor little notebook. Fortunately only a few pages got really wet so I just tore them out and put a bunch of cheap paper towels between pages that appeared to want to be damp. Today you would hardly notice effects of the toilet water assault. Like a phoenix from the ashes, my little notebook survived.
Now I realize I have a habit, it seems, of dropping things into the toilet.HAh.Well. Last summer it was my cell phone...I don't know how it happened. I was just standing there facing the toilet, perhaps contemplating how bad I had to pee from the fourty thousand glasses of spiked punch we'd just consumed, and my friend Jenn, also in the bathroom, b/c girls travel in numbers, remember, thought I was somehow projecting an unidentifiable object into the toilet from waist level. Talk about a confusing moment. Later the next day, after recovering from that hangover, I took my cell apart and cleaned up the frazzled computer boards...it worked for another year or so before I finally gave in and bought a new one--so the odds look good for my planner.
So it's Thursday. ALREADY. This morning Dr.George said "is it just me or is time passing really fast?" and it is man, this semester is flying by. Graduation is just around the bend--yahoo!
Hope anyone who happens to read this has a fandiddly weekend. I'm going to Robs for his birthday party Saturday night. Happy 23rd to Robster! Woo hoo! Wee hee!
later gators
Ok. Just kidding.
Tuesday I dropped my favorite notebook/planner in the toilet of the 9th Floor Bathroom in the Ed. Building. Sigh. I had specifically gone up from the 2nd floor b/c that w.c. was out of t.p., but the stalls up there (and all over campus for that matter) are miniscule--So small that walking in takes really complex maneuvering. So I had put my notebook and water bottle on the t.p. dispenser, entered, slowly turned and wedged my bookbag and satchel beside the toilet, and squeezed in, closing the door behind me. Details later I was attempting to leave the stall. That's when it happened. I managed to get my bags in one hand, and leEAaned back (I felt like I was playing limbo) to open the door, and as I opened the door I brushed the notebook that was still on the t.p. dispenser, and as I turned, splash! I yelped, knowing it was my notebook, then I cursed, "bastard!" and snatched it out within 2 seconds. Is there a rule for dropping things in the toilet? Poor little notebook. Fortunately only a few pages got really wet so I just tore them out and put a bunch of cheap paper towels between pages that appeared to want to be damp. Today you would hardly notice effects of the toilet water assault. Like a phoenix from the ashes, my little notebook survived.
Now I realize I have a habit, it seems, of dropping things into the toilet.HAh.Well. Last summer it was my cell phone...I don't know how it happened. I was just standing there facing the toilet, perhaps contemplating how bad I had to pee from the fourty thousand glasses of spiked punch we'd just consumed, and my friend Jenn, also in the bathroom, b/c girls travel in numbers, remember, thought I was somehow projecting an unidentifiable object into the toilet from waist level. Talk about a confusing moment. Later the next day, after recovering from that hangover, I took my cell apart and cleaned up the frazzled computer boards...it worked for another year or so before I finally gave in and bought a new one--so the odds look good for my planner.
So it's Thursday. ALREADY. This morning Dr.George said "is it just me or is time passing really fast?" and it is man, this semester is flying by. Graduation is just around the bend--yahoo!
Hope anyone who happens to read this has a fandiddly weekend. I'm going to Robs for his birthday party Saturday night. Happy 23rd to Robster! Woo hoo! Wee hee!
later gators
Monday, January 31, 2005
warm up this engine-
this morning began around 7am with me attempting to persuade myself back into sleep for a fleeting few mins before rising to the occasion of cinnamon biscuits (really good, by the way) coffee and Good Morning America--and National lampoons somethingorother that for whatever reason captured me for a good solid 25mins...at least...then I tended to readying myself and left the "lakehouse" as it has come to be called...but really its the "house on 5 strategically placed endangered fish ponds"...lakehouse is way easier
1hr20mins later, me and Avril Lavigne rolled up to the Atl abode to drop off groceries, I left her (briefly), and ran in, grabbed an apple, a banana, and my nalgene in mid sprint toward the door to catch the 11:30 subway. I hadn't changed the water in my Nalgene b/c it was the same full bottle of water I'd planned to take Friday but forgot, and to me, it seems like being a closed container, the water is still ok. During the ride to school the only person who's ever really criticized my drinking "old" water (because I do this often, esp in the car, and on the trail) called me and I dropped the line that I had last weeks water with me. To which Kevin replies "oh gad rachel, dont drink that water...I mean it" ....so maybe I said I wouldn't (I probably did, say that, I mean) but I did...drink it, that is. And I've been really proud of myself about drinking more water since the acquisition of my new green bottle. Thursday I got down a full 96oz thru the course of the day, and also peed about that many times.
SOOOO....About 20mins before class numero uno was over I was down to about 6oz of water when suddenly I spotted a curious little occurrence going on inside my bottle. Surely it's not what I think it is. But, indeed, there were little white dots floating around in the remaining water. No doubt they had been growing on the surface over the weekend and were jostled into submersion and I didn't notice (imagine that) so I, with quiet contemplation, begin to wonder :
#1 if anyone else had noticed I was drinking molded water
#2 about how much mold I had ingested so far
#3 if the dull ache in my gut was from the mold
#4 if the ache was imagined b/c I have a tendency toward hypochondria, and
#5 that maybe it would turn out to be ok seeing as how mold makes penicillin
eh?
Well I'm not dead yet, and I'm on bottle #2...which, upon finishing, will put me at my daily 8-10...then onward if I can manage...drinking water is my new hobby, and there better be some good thing coming out of it too...because finding a restroom every 30mins gets to be a hassle.
During Sexuality and Society we discussed how "gender" in our society is still attemptedly crammed into two boxes of male and female...and after the discussion of all the different "types" of gender, we constructed a gender line, with arnold Schwartzenegger (sp) on one end and (aftermuch deliberation) Halle Berry at the other...so Janet Reno was on Arnolds team and Richard Simmons was on with Halle...and we were left with wondering where we fell on that line and Had we changed over time?
I dont know? Have I? Have you ever noticed deliberation (a fav word of mine) is De-liberation- we weren't quite as liberated after that decision
back to me (as the other rb would say) I guess maybe I am a little more comfortable using a "male-style" wallet now than I would have if I was still attending school or living in the twilight zone of woodruff (which is beginning to encompass most of spartanburg county, as far as chips are concerned)...but the wallet is bad ass, and carrying a stupid GIRL wallet is just too much sometimes. No doubt I carry the wallet inside a bag that could serve as a purse instead of my back pocket (unless I need to) and aside from the fact that I carry as many small books in that bag as possible throughout my day, it IS my purse, but it's not a purse, it's a satchel...carried along beside my Bookbag...theres a difference.
now we're onto our last leg of energy
6% to be exact, I'm gonna get a warning soon-
theres ice on the ground
and I'm
moving
into
the
process
of
ending
1hr20mins later, me and Avril Lavigne rolled up to the Atl abode to drop off groceries, I left her (briefly), and ran in, grabbed an apple, a banana, and my nalgene in mid sprint toward the door to catch the 11:30 subway. I hadn't changed the water in my Nalgene b/c it was the same full bottle of water I'd planned to take Friday but forgot, and to me, it seems like being a closed container, the water is still ok. During the ride to school the only person who's ever really criticized my drinking "old" water (because I do this often, esp in the car, and on the trail) called me and I dropped the line that I had last weeks water with me. To which Kevin replies "oh gad rachel, dont drink that water...I mean it" ....so maybe I said I wouldn't (I probably did, say that, I mean) but I did...drink it, that is. And I've been really proud of myself about drinking more water since the acquisition of my new green bottle. Thursday I got down a full 96oz thru the course of the day, and also peed about that many times.
SOOOO....About 20mins before class numero uno was over I was down to about 6oz of water when suddenly I spotted a curious little occurrence going on inside my bottle. Surely it's not what I think it is. But, indeed, there were little white dots floating around in the remaining water. No doubt they had been growing on the surface over the weekend and were jostled into submersion and I didn't notice (imagine that) so I, with quiet contemplation, begin to wonder :
#1 if anyone else had noticed I was drinking molded water
#2 about how much mold I had ingested so far
#3 if the dull ache in my gut was from the mold
#4 if the ache was imagined b/c I have a tendency toward hypochondria, and
#5 that maybe it would turn out to be ok seeing as how mold makes penicillin
eh?
Well I'm not dead yet, and I'm on bottle #2...which, upon finishing, will put me at my daily 8-10...then onward if I can manage...drinking water is my new hobby, and there better be some good thing coming out of it too...because finding a restroom every 30mins gets to be a hassle.
During Sexuality and Society we discussed how "gender" in our society is still attemptedly crammed into two boxes of male and female...and after the discussion of all the different "types" of gender, we constructed a gender line, with arnold Schwartzenegger (sp) on one end and (aftermuch deliberation) Halle Berry at the other...so Janet Reno was on Arnolds team and Richard Simmons was on with Halle...and we were left with wondering where we fell on that line and Had we changed over time?
I dont know? Have I? Have you ever noticed deliberation (a fav word of mine) is De-liberation- we weren't quite as liberated after that decision
back to me (as the other rb would say) I guess maybe I am a little more comfortable using a "male-style" wallet now than I would have if I was still attending school or living in the twilight zone of woodruff (which is beginning to encompass most of spartanburg county, as far as chips are concerned)...but the wallet is bad ass, and carrying a stupid GIRL wallet is just too much sometimes. No doubt I carry the wallet inside a bag that could serve as a purse instead of my back pocket (unless I need to) and aside from the fact that I carry as many small books in that bag as possible throughout my day, it IS my purse, but it's not a purse, it's a satchel...carried along beside my Bookbag...theres a difference.
now we're onto our last leg of energy
6% to be exact, I'm gonna get a warning soon-
theres ice on the ground
and I'm
moving
into
the
process
of
ending
Thursday, January 27, 2005
all natural (from concentrate)
it seems no one notices those little words. now, for all the world to know! from concentrate means TOILET WATER!!!! ok, not really toilet water, but my mother affirmed it's a well known fact they dont exactly use drinking water to deconcentrate concentrated fruit juice (and MY mom is always right, usually). But if you really like the stuff and are too lazy to reach through the shelves into the orchard for a farmhand to hand you a "Natures Own" jug of nonconcentrate or if you just REALLY like the from concentrate stuff, at least just buy the concentrate (it's way cheaper) and mix it with your own toilet water...then at least you know where it's coming from...
but for some of you who might be confused...
ahem...no, you dont HAVE to use toilet water
so today was a good day. by good I mean that even though I got into my first class 3 minutes late because the line at starbucks was so long and even though I spilled a portion of my tripletallnowhipmochaforrachel over my hand while entering class, at least the class was good...and really moving...i think at one point the professor almost cried. talk about passionate. he's one of the most passionate professors I have this semester...besides my sex and society prof...and that just comes with the territory...it would suck to have a non-passionate pro-sex professor--then what would be the point?
then I went to hear another professor speak about Involuntary Celibacy...as the title of her seminar indicated "I can't get no satisfaction"...
Sadly, I didn't really learn anything except that involuntary celibates usually have really high expectations of WHO they want. One guy who she said filled out her survey said he wanted a "tall slender blonde who is educated, "politically savvy," and who has her own career"...(well who the hell doesn't?) but this man, in particular, was an overweight computer tech (no offense to comp techs, you make the world go round these days) who worked from the basement of a small firm in rural texas and barely cleared 23k annually...(then of course he needs a woman with a career)
but, if I may be so bold
WTF?
right...so next time you find yourself wondering why you can't get no satisfaction, who exactly are you wanting to get it FROM? maybe you should just settle for the chunky girl in accounts payable who's had a crush on you for years? you never know...she might just rock your world...and she has a great personality!
the professor giving the speech kept hinting that she may give a solution to involuntary celibates...but it never really reached what I would call a solution, just information about what other people have done...turns out the sooner you address it, the better....
isn't that just the story of our lives-
my married with children friend who met me there (despite the fact that we were both hungry and intended to get lunch until I decided to detour via the speakers auditorium) kept elbowing me (she's recently come into NONinvoluntarycelibacy) saying "she needs to survey me! I'd tell her 'how did I cope? Masturbation baby!'"...to which I finally gave in and said "ok lets go get lunch"...that seemed to make her happy...hah...and over lunch I made the mistake of asking how her sex life was now that it was rekindled, and she said "hell, ANY sex is good...and at least now my hand isn't so tired!"....classic
you're thinking (my god, is this what women talk about over lunch?) well, yea, sometimes...you DONT?
honestly, I think society should be a lot more open about sex and sexuality, so I'm going to make it a point to mention this stuff on my blog occasionally...if for no other reason than shock therapy. There you have it. No worries, no personal stuff, and everything remains anonymous- but you know who you are....
hahaha...just kidding
maybe
but for the record she and I REALLY talked about the latest book we both happened to get and read over christmas break called MANS SEARCH FOR MEANING...by Dr. Frankl. He is a concentration camp survivor, a psychiatrist, and one of the founders of Logotherapy. Something I think can be summed up as a way of living that focuses on suffering. With a great emphasis on being worthy of your suffering. So there.
today I have consumed 64 ounces of water. Proudly. And I'm on my 3rd bottle. And I'm officially about to float out of the computer lab
...about that time eh chap?
right-o
but for some of you who might be confused...
ahem...no, you dont HAVE to use toilet water
so today was a good day. by good I mean that even though I got into my first class 3 minutes late because the line at starbucks was so long and even though I spilled a portion of my tripletallnowhipmochaforrachel over my hand while entering class, at least the class was good...and really moving...i think at one point the professor almost cried. talk about passionate. he's one of the most passionate professors I have this semester...besides my sex and society prof...and that just comes with the territory...it would suck to have a non-passionate pro-sex professor--then what would be the point?
then I went to hear another professor speak about Involuntary Celibacy...as the title of her seminar indicated "I can't get no satisfaction"...
Sadly, I didn't really learn anything except that involuntary celibates usually have really high expectations of WHO they want. One guy who she said filled out her survey said he wanted a "tall slender blonde who is educated, "politically savvy," and who has her own career"...(well who the hell doesn't?) but this man, in particular, was an overweight computer tech (no offense to comp techs, you make the world go round these days) who worked from the basement of a small firm in rural texas and barely cleared 23k annually...(then of course he needs a woman with a career)
but, if I may be so bold
WTF?
right...so next time you find yourself wondering why you can't get no satisfaction, who exactly are you wanting to get it FROM? maybe you should just settle for the chunky girl in accounts payable who's had a crush on you for years? you never know...she might just rock your world...and she has a great personality!
the professor giving the speech kept hinting that she may give a solution to involuntary celibates...but it never really reached what I would call a solution, just information about what other people have done...turns out the sooner you address it, the better....
isn't that just the story of our lives-
my married with children friend who met me there (despite the fact that we were both hungry and intended to get lunch until I decided to detour via the speakers auditorium) kept elbowing me (she's recently come into NONinvoluntarycelibacy) saying "she needs to survey me! I'd tell her 'how did I cope? Masturbation baby!'"...to which I finally gave in and said "ok lets go get lunch"...that seemed to make her happy...hah...and over lunch I made the mistake of asking how her sex life was now that it was rekindled, and she said "hell, ANY sex is good...and at least now my hand isn't so tired!"....classic
you're thinking (my god, is this what women talk about over lunch?) well, yea, sometimes...you DONT?
honestly, I think society should be a lot more open about sex and sexuality, so I'm going to make it a point to mention this stuff on my blog occasionally...if for no other reason than shock therapy. There you have it. No worries, no personal stuff, and everything remains anonymous- but you know who you are....
hahaha...just kidding
maybe
but for the record she and I REALLY talked about the latest book we both happened to get and read over christmas break called MANS SEARCH FOR MEANING...by Dr. Frankl. He is a concentration camp survivor, a psychiatrist, and one of the founders of Logotherapy. Something I think can be summed up as a way of living that focuses on suffering. With a great emphasis on being worthy of your suffering. So there.
today I have consumed 64 ounces of water. Proudly. And I'm on my 3rd bottle. And I'm officially about to float out of the computer lab
...about that time eh chap?
right-o
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
do vikings even talk?
...compliments of last nights conversation...I promised I would use it as my blog title...because I was the dodo-head that said it and Kevin systematically keeps count of things I say that are a little, how you say, blonde, and it made "the list". Well, you see, I was trying to talk like a viking, and had initially mistaken their utterances with those of pirates and said "arrrgh!" and was quickly corrected, so then I said "uh...thor!" because thats the only viking sounding word I know and the only reason I know it is because one time on Duck Tails (ohwoohoo)Adventures they were captured by vikings and that's the only sound they made I can remember...actually they spoke English...naturally...but it all sounded like "thor" to me...so I, in a fit of desparation b/c i didn't know how to imitate a viking, said "(sigh) I dont know how to talk viking...Do vikings even talk?"
oh yes yes i pick up on the self-centered connotations of that statement. it's ok, for anyone who is turning red and swelling with anger, relax, it's all in jest. I know vikings talk. How do you think they figured out how to raid all those villages? (actually I think they probably could with just grunts and nods, and the image of it is really funny)
this morning one of my professors made a comment about how he was watching Dr.Phil. (which spurred laughter before he even got to the point) and for all who read this who dont already know Dr. Phil is a pathetic schmuck, well, I'm sorry for you. He's like the McDonalds 99cent menu of psychological fast food. You can become addicted to it, but is about as bad as it gets as far as health goes. And I will be the first to admit once you see it you feel this incredible urge to sit and partake. Dont let it happen to you. Unless you watch it to make fun of him....that's just fine, and funny! Anyway, last night Bill Cosby was on. I didn't see it, thankfully. But in class it started a conversation about Dr. Huxtible and the distorted view of "see, black people CAN get ahead and be happy, theres no problem" because in reality, theres a big ole gap we like to ignore, and shows like The Cosby Show help us with that illusion- anyway, I like Bill Cosby. I got nothin but love--but the idea of him being on the Dr Phil show. Well, I dont really want to know, bless his heart, so I gave up imagining why.
hell, I forgot where I was going with that one-sided conversation,
and I'm running out of free time...must depart. Sad isn't it?
ciao-
oh yes yes i pick up on the self-centered connotations of that statement. it's ok, for anyone who is turning red and swelling with anger, relax, it's all in jest. I know vikings talk. How do you think they figured out how to raid all those villages? (actually I think they probably could with just grunts and nods, and the image of it is really funny)
this morning one of my professors made a comment about how he was watching Dr.Phil. (which spurred laughter before he even got to the point) and for all who read this who dont already know Dr. Phil is a pathetic schmuck, well, I'm sorry for you. He's like the McDonalds 99cent menu of psychological fast food. You can become addicted to it, but is about as bad as it gets as far as health goes. And I will be the first to admit once you see it you feel this incredible urge to sit and partake. Dont let it happen to you. Unless you watch it to make fun of him....that's just fine, and funny! Anyway, last night Bill Cosby was on. I didn't see it, thankfully. But in class it started a conversation about Dr. Huxtible and the distorted view of "see, black people CAN get ahead and be happy, theres no problem" because in reality, theres a big ole gap we like to ignore, and shows like The Cosby Show help us with that illusion- anyway, I like Bill Cosby. I got nothin but love--but the idea of him being on the Dr Phil show. Well, I dont really want to know, bless his heart, so I gave up imagining why.
hell, I forgot where I was going with that one-sided conversation,
and I'm running out of free time...must depart. Sad isn't it?
ciao-
Friday, January 21, 2005
yes virgina, saturday is the 21st.
I notice that upon realizing that the REAL purpose of blogging is for entertainment, the pressure rises to be, well, entertaining. Sometimes I think "I should post something nice, like how much I love my friends or how beautiful the sky is today" and then momentarily I realize..."shit, no one wants to read that crap"...we'd rather slow down to see if theres a bloody arm hanging out of one of the cars in a nasty 3 vehicle collision...I mean, we need to get SOME kind of compensation for sitting in traffic for so long...
now all of you that snickered at that are going strait to hell
so its Friday which means I officially survived week 2 of spring classes. It's unusually warm outside today too...so I have to decide whether to go rip the Verizon bastards a new tush-hole for screwing up our account, again...or to go ride my bike. The latter is obviously more appealing. If I dont go to the trail, I'll risk the weather not being this good tomorrow. Hmmm.
aw geez. On mad TV the other night (I dont know if it was a re-run or not, I rarely know how to watch tv usually it's used as a noise maker so I dont feel so alone in the dungeon while I'm fiddling around with something I probaly shouldn't be paying so much attention to....wait, that sounded bad...I mean like reorganizing my refridgerator or scrupulously scrubbing the kitchen floor on hands and knees wondering how the hell I alone can get it that dirty...I blame it on the cat)
see, totally off the subject in just a matter of seconds
on mad tv was CrankYankers (do we all know those little puppets) and the guy was calling a 900 number and a woman answered and he was complaining that his wife wouldn't make farm animal noises while they were having sex. I was of course hooked at this point. Not because I want my wife to make farm animal noises and needed the soution from a comedy show, I'm not even married...and farm animal noises might spur some laughter, but certainly not...you know. So then he gets the lady to quack and moo and then he gets her to impersonate famous people while he's...you know. So he's...you know(ing)...and she starts an impersonation of John Wayne and he's all like...and then he realizes he's (you know(ing) to John Wayne...so he stops and shares with her his realization....so she does Lauren Bacall. Then suddendly I realize I was partly named after Lauren Bacall...now my middle name is doing telephone porno through crank yankers
...now it's later in the day. ok, it's tomorrow. I'm going on blogger strike until next week. ciao.
now all of you that snickered at that are going strait to hell
so its Friday which means I officially survived week 2 of spring classes. It's unusually warm outside today too...so I have to decide whether to go rip the Verizon bastards a new tush-hole for screwing up our account, again...or to go ride my bike. The latter is obviously more appealing. If I dont go to the trail, I'll risk the weather not being this good tomorrow. Hmmm.
aw geez. On mad TV the other night (I dont know if it was a re-run or not, I rarely know how to watch tv usually it's used as a noise maker so I dont feel so alone in the dungeon while I'm fiddling around with something I probaly shouldn't be paying so much attention to....wait, that sounded bad...I mean like reorganizing my refridgerator or scrupulously scrubbing the kitchen floor on hands and knees wondering how the hell I alone can get it that dirty...I blame it on the cat)
see, totally off the subject in just a matter of seconds
on mad tv was CrankYankers (do we all know those little puppets) and the guy was calling a 900 number and a woman answered and he was complaining that his wife wouldn't make farm animal noises while they were having sex. I was of course hooked at this point. Not because I want my wife to make farm animal noises and needed the soution from a comedy show, I'm not even married...and farm animal noises might spur some laughter, but certainly not...you know. So then he gets the lady to quack and moo and then he gets her to impersonate famous people while he's...you know. So he's...you know(ing)...and she starts an impersonation of John Wayne and he's all like...and then he realizes he's (you know(ing) to John Wayne...so he stops and shares with her his realization....so she does Lauren Bacall. Then suddendly I realize I was partly named after Lauren Bacall...now my middle name is doing telephone porno through crank yankers
...now it's later in the day. ok, it's tomorrow. I'm going on blogger strike until next week. ciao.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
i steal scrap paper
I'm presently waiting for a print job to finish. I think the printer here has it in for me because it always slows down on mine so everyone behind me gets all ticked. Then the printer plugs out the next persons job really fast so it was OBVIOUSLY my papers that slowed their jobs down. Really, I mean, it's printing one page every 30 seconds or so, how embarrassing. It's just a PDF. Whats the big deal.
I collect the paper that students leave on the printer if it's not printed on, or if theres just a date or something at the bottom. So there, I confess. I grab it and use it at home for printing random stuff or rough drafts of the blue million papers I have to write over the course of this semester. Saves a little on money. And I see it as a contribution to the environment. I mean, otherwise it would go into the trash or maybe even into a recycling bin only to be reprocessed into new paper- again
so today I'm trying to catch up on all that the MLK weekend put me behind on. Reading for classes being the main thing. Last night I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to finish the NIGHT novel for my Holocaust class and we're supposed to be done with it today and have a review, but the review was originally due on the 20th and then Tuesday he changed it to the 18th so he said we could turn it in either day even tho the 20th is a Saturday, numbskull. Not that that mattered b/c I'd be turning it in tomorrow anyway, late, but now it's not...yay.
Has anyone ever started typing and not looked at where their fingers are on the keyboard b/c you do it so much you kindof dont have to anymore? And suddenly you're typing words and it looks like this:
o, s dyif[of gtrslom ofopy nrvsidr zo vsmyd hry yjod dyigg tohjy/
and then you think "whoa, what's wrong with this keyboard?" and then you realize you were one key off and USER ERROR sinks it's ugly teeth in-
The ski weekend was a success. At least we actually made it to Boone and did something that I think would qualify as skiing from 10am-4:30pm. It started snowing on our last two runs down the mtn...especially the last run--Kev let me use his face mask because my face was wet and felt nearly frozen by the time we got about 1/4 of the way down. The temperature alone was quite tolerable, but coupled with frozen precipitation it was a pretty painful experience. At first I wanted to be tough and refuse the offer but he insisted and then I figured well, he has a beard. That has to count for something. Doesn't it? Does it? Joseph learned to snowboard and I think he and his match both had a good time. Then we managed our way homeward.
Upon leaving the Woodruff house I finally did what everyone who owns a roof mounted bike rack fears doing. Yes, indeed. I raked that sucker right off the top of my car by driving under a stretch of metal cord that I myself had erected across an offshooting drive from our main driveway to prevent certain trespassers from using it. So not only did I destroy my rack, I also felt like a real dumbass for falling victim to my own booby trap. Such is life. The bike survived without a scratch though (that I can tell), at least it still rides like a charm. And that's all that really matters.
This weekend I'm southbound to visit mama Barnes and daddy Matthews in Columbus. Good ole Mike Mahoney is in town visiting from Houston so I'll probably see him at some point. And if we're all lucky perhaps the brother and Mattie will decide to show up too. All I know is that even though last weekend was extended, I'm glad this weekend is here now...for some reason these few days have been hectic and blurry.
oh hey, the print job is done...
peace bros ;) hope you all have a nice weekend.
I collect the paper that students leave on the printer if it's not printed on, or if theres just a date or something at the bottom. So there, I confess. I grab it and use it at home for printing random stuff or rough drafts of the blue million papers I have to write over the course of this semester. Saves a little on money. And I see it as a contribution to the environment. I mean, otherwise it would go into the trash or maybe even into a recycling bin only to be reprocessed into new paper- again
so today I'm trying to catch up on all that the MLK weekend put me behind on. Reading for classes being the main thing. Last night I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to finish the NIGHT novel for my Holocaust class and we're supposed to be done with it today and have a review, but the review was originally due on the 20th and then Tuesday he changed it to the 18th so he said we could turn it in either day even tho the 20th is a Saturday, numbskull. Not that that mattered b/c I'd be turning it in tomorrow anyway, late, but now it's not...yay.
Has anyone ever started typing and not looked at where their fingers are on the keyboard b/c you do it so much you kindof dont have to anymore? And suddenly you're typing words and it looks like this:
o, s dyif[of gtrslom ofopy nrvsidr zo vsmyd hry yjod dyigg tohjy/
and then you think "whoa, what's wrong with this keyboard?" and then you realize you were one key off and USER ERROR sinks it's ugly teeth in-
The ski weekend was a success. At least we actually made it to Boone and did something that I think would qualify as skiing from 10am-4:30pm. It started snowing on our last two runs down the mtn...especially the last run--Kev let me use his face mask because my face was wet and felt nearly frozen by the time we got about 1/4 of the way down. The temperature alone was quite tolerable, but coupled with frozen precipitation it was a pretty painful experience. At first I wanted to be tough and refuse the offer but he insisted and then I figured well, he has a beard. That has to count for something. Doesn't it? Does it? Joseph learned to snowboard and I think he and his match both had a good time. Then we managed our way homeward.
Upon leaving the Woodruff house I finally did what everyone who owns a roof mounted bike rack fears doing. Yes, indeed. I raked that sucker right off the top of my car by driving under a stretch of metal cord that I myself had erected across an offshooting drive from our main driveway to prevent certain trespassers from using it. So not only did I destroy my rack, I also felt like a real dumbass for falling victim to my own booby trap. Such is life. The bike survived without a scratch though (that I can tell), at least it still rides like a charm. And that's all that really matters.
This weekend I'm southbound to visit mama Barnes and daddy Matthews in Columbus. Good ole Mike Mahoney is in town visiting from Houston so I'll probably see him at some point. And if we're all lucky perhaps the brother and Mattie will decide to show up too. All I know is that even though last weekend was extended, I'm glad this weekend is here now...for some reason these few days have been hectic and blurry.
oh hey, the print job is done...
peace bros ;) hope you all have a nice weekend.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
LIVESTRONG
hello hello hello, this is your chaplain speaking, the time is now one twenty two pm on a blustery thursday afternoon--praise the Lord.
I have been a negligent blogger. Hmmm....so sorry. A brief recap of events. Sunday night I snuck to Warm Springs under the alias of Dr.Girlfriend but secretly enjoyed it as a calm before the Monday morning storm. I also balanced my checkbook...one of those threetimesayear things. Monday being the first day of Spring classes, I realize I have officially been at GSU for nearly a year and a half now...ta da.
And presently the wind is about to blow some of the GSU flags off their...flag holding things. The term has escaped me.
Tuesday night I was informed that our house (my apt) had been burglarized sometime that day. Fortunately the intruders didn't think to come in the very open (then) windows of the dungeon (my apt. hah). And typically the house would be a disappointment for anyone who wasn't interested in stealing junk or books (books being a treasure to me...one mans junk....) but Jean sadly left her door unlocked, and her room was ransacked. I hear from Peter (our newest "visiting" house member) that her room was pretty messy anyway, and they can only determine missing her camera and a coin bucket so far. We think it was neighborhood kids. I spent yesterday morning burglar-proofing my apt with PVC pipes to wedge in the windows that don't have locks. Brilliant! The last time I tried cutting one of those pipes (there were a bunch of them stashed in my closet for some reason or another)Rob and I used a saw I stole from our Woodruff house...this time, however, I wised up and used the pressing iron. The pressing iron! Brilliant!
Hah.
Yesterday was a very nasty day for me. I had a perpetual headache that by the end of the day (after medicine and water continued to fail me as remedies) was beginning to feel more like some sort of illness. I actually think it was comparable to mild poisoning. You know, like food poisoning, but without upset stomach. Tho the necessity of finding an escape route to vomit did cross my mind a few times. Then I started thinking it was a migraine...but I haven't had one of those in so long I thought it wasn't really possible. Anyway, I was trying to make it through for my 4:30pm class. So around 3:45 I staggered into the dark classroom in hopes of putting my head down for a few mins before someone barged in an threw on the lights. One guy came in to use the computer, but he left the lights off and didn't' say anything, which was nice. Then the cleaning lady came in but she said she'd rather leave the lights off too, bless her. Then two snobby men came in and sat down and turned on the lights and the cleaning lady yelled at them and one of the guys said "well you can't clean very well in the dark can you?" and she said "find a piece of paper on the floor over there and then ask me that question again"....cunning.
Anyway, the lights stayed on, the cleaning lady fussed for a few more mins and then left, and more students started trickling in. I began noticing they were not your typical behavioral science students. Some were even wearing suits. I grew increasingly suspicious (was I really in the wrong class? the last time I did this I was a sophomore at a new school? I KNOW where I am this time...what's the dealio?) so I took out my schedule and rechecked "Forensic Social Work GCB 629 4:30pm-7pm"....I was in the right place, it was 4:30ish, maybe there was a class change. I waited for the instructor. When he walked in I knew something was amiss. Picture a 1980s car salesman. Probably about 45-47yrs old, tall, a tad overweight, scruffy dark blonde hair, rose colored (aviatorstyle) glasses, a striped short sleeve button up and pleated & cuffed dark kahki pants. You know the kind. It was all wrong. Sociology profs wear jeans. Well, at least if they're under 50. So I leaned over and asked the girl to my left what she was there for...."Real Estate 8330"...."ah" said I. So after a moment of contemplation of what to do...I excused myself from the classroom. The prof followed me out the door and asked if I was sure I wanted to leave and I said I was in the wrong class, my schedule must have changed. So I staggered (still in quite a substantial amount of pain) to the bookstore because there were a few chapters I needed to read before my books come in the mail, and on my way to Marta from the bookstore I saw Jiggy James sitting on a wall outside the student center. He saw me too, but then I was intercepted by a man selling books on how to do Yoga "uhhhhh....no" said I, and continued to my fellow aspiring psychologist. So I conversed with Jiggy and waved at his grandma when she came to give him money for parking.
News of the century. Jiggy says his new girlfriend hates me. What a shocker. This is always a humorous phenomena to me because many of these women hate me without ever meeting or knowing me. This is also why it takes about 3 fingers to count how many female friends I have. Real friends, I mean. I dont know whether I should feel bad or good. On one hand its a real inconvenience to have to feel like theres a chance some psycho bitch is going to attack me from behind for no reason (oh wait, no, because I am a seasoned friend of the guy she JUST met) and then that mild feeling of flattery, because I have such an influence on these peoples lives...I mean, they've literally handed me the power. Just call me She-Ra. Jealousy is such a waste of time. Really. To all the ladies, if you dont trust him, leave him! (same goes for guys) So the whole time we were sitting outside (after I found out she was a GSU student) I would occasionally say "oh god is that her!" and James would jump up...and then later I'd say "oh god, she's not into athletics is she?"...hah...really I said something every time a blonde walked by. And he freaked every time. So I used his reaction to illustrate how he is getting himself into another bad relationship. Getting it on with a psychobitch just aint cool yo. Even worse is that I invited him to the Social Neuroscience lab to see if wonderful professor Vanman would give him a spot, and James got it, so he got his research practicum, and consequently we're working together in the lab all semester. I bet she's thrilled about that.
ANywho.
While I was sitting there making Jigs freak about every girl who passed by, I looked up my schedule online and noticed my 4:30 pm is on Thursdays, not Wednesdays. So there you have it.
Then I went home and went to bed. Woke up around 9 and read two chapters in my Holocaust book. Drank some H2O, and went back to bed. This morning I felt better. I even played music while I was getting ready and then I took some vitamins. At 7:30 I still had a headache, but it was gone by the time I got to school. Met Christyna for lunch and talked about her Sexual Identity class (in which the text is titled "Queer Studies"...awesome) and talked about why people order Caesar salad with dressing OTHER than Caesar, and how that kindof defeats the purpose...because the guy at the counter said "what kind of dressing"...and I kindof gave him this "what kind of dressing do you USUALLY use on Caesar salad?" look...haha...we laughed...but I get it. Some people want romaine lettuce and croutons and parmesan but no anchovy and egg dressing, right? Ok. but then it's not a caesar salad. just so you know.
So today has been good. Tomorrow is Friday. I have a meeting at 10:30, and then I'm going to a seminar with Christyna at 1pm. Then I'll be waiting to see if any ONE (one who must be rebelling against email these days, but who used to give it pretty frequently and was GOOD at it, I might add-which I'm naturally a little disappointed about-but, no worries) feels up to a weekend of skiing, and if so, we'll head to SC tomorrow evening. Jo and Karlie will be coming up Saturday, and Sunday we'll be in Boone, NC. Hopefully.
Thats the plan. But as we all know, especially if its happening in the life of me, plans rarely follow through. So if everything goes as planned, it's an official sign of the apocalypse (god told me so) and everyone can proceed to having apocalyptic sex (because, I mean...what would Lance do?) Quick! Everyone! Consult your bracelets!
Monday is Martin Luther King Jr. Day...in case anyone forgot why they dont have to go to work/school. And, as has been drilled into our little studious heads all week:
"Have a day-on, not a day-off"
peace-
I have been a negligent blogger. Hmmm....so sorry. A brief recap of events. Sunday night I snuck to Warm Springs under the alias of Dr.Girlfriend but secretly enjoyed it as a calm before the Monday morning storm. I also balanced my checkbook...one of those threetimesayear things. Monday being the first day of Spring classes, I realize I have officially been at GSU for nearly a year and a half now...ta da.
And presently the wind is about to blow some of the GSU flags off their...flag holding things. The term has escaped me.
Tuesday night I was informed that our house (my apt) had been burglarized sometime that day. Fortunately the intruders didn't think to come in the very open (then) windows of the dungeon (my apt. hah). And typically the house would be a disappointment for anyone who wasn't interested in stealing junk or books (books being a treasure to me...one mans junk....) but Jean sadly left her door unlocked, and her room was ransacked. I hear from Peter (our newest "visiting" house member) that her room was pretty messy anyway, and they can only determine missing her camera and a coin bucket so far. We think it was neighborhood kids. I spent yesterday morning burglar-proofing my apt with PVC pipes to wedge in the windows that don't have locks. Brilliant! The last time I tried cutting one of those pipes (there were a bunch of them stashed in my closet for some reason or another)Rob and I used a saw I stole from our Woodruff house...this time, however, I wised up and used the pressing iron. The pressing iron! Brilliant!
Hah.
Yesterday was a very nasty day for me. I had a perpetual headache that by the end of the day (after medicine and water continued to fail me as remedies) was beginning to feel more like some sort of illness. I actually think it was comparable to mild poisoning. You know, like food poisoning, but without upset stomach. Tho the necessity of finding an escape route to vomit did cross my mind a few times. Then I started thinking it was a migraine...but I haven't had one of those in so long I thought it wasn't really possible. Anyway, I was trying to make it through for my 4:30pm class. So around 3:45 I staggered into the dark classroom in hopes of putting my head down for a few mins before someone barged in an threw on the lights. One guy came in to use the computer, but he left the lights off and didn't' say anything, which was nice. Then the cleaning lady came in but she said she'd rather leave the lights off too, bless her. Then two snobby men came in and sat down and turned on the lights and the cleaning lady yelled at them and one of the guys said "well you can't clean very well in the dark can you?" and she said "find a piece of paper on the floor over there and then ask me that question again"....cunning.
Anyway, the lights stayed on, the cleaning lady fussed for a few more mins and then left, and more students started trickling in. I began noticing they were not your typical behavioral science students. Some were even wearing suits. I grew increasingly suspicious (was I really in the wrong class? the last time I did this I was a sophomore at a new school? I KNOW where I am this time...what's the dealio?) so I took out my schedule and rechecked "Forensic Social Work GCB 629 4:30pm-7pm"....I was in the right place, it was 4:30ish, maybe there was a class change. I waited for the instructor. When he walked in I knew something was amiss. Picture a 1980s car salesman. Probably about 45-47yrs old, tall, a tad overweight, scruffy dark blonde hair, rose colored (aviatorstyle) glasses, a striped short sleeve button up and pleated & cuffed dark kahki pants. You know the kind. It was all wrong. Sociology profs wear jeans. Well, at least if they're under 50. So I leaned over and asked the girl to my left what she was there for...."Real Estate 8330"...."ah" said I. So after a moment of contemplation of what to do...I excused myself from the classroom. The prof followed me out the door and asked if I was sure I wanted to leave and I said I was in the wrong class, my schedule must have changed. So I staggered (still in quite a substantial amount of pain) to the bookstore because there were a few chapters I needed to read before my books come in the mail, and on my way to Marta from the bookstore I saw Jiggy James sitting on a wall outside the student center. He saw me too, but then I was intercepted by a man selling books on how to do Yoga "uhhhhh....no" said I, and continued to my fellow aspiring psychologist. So I conversed with Jiggy and waved at his grandma when she came to give him money for parking.
News of the century. Jiggy says his new girlfriend hates me. What a shocker. This is always a humorous phenomena to me because many of these women hate me without ever meeting or knowing me. This is also why it takes about 3 fingers to count how many female friends I have. Real friends, I mean. I dont know whether I should feel bad or good. On one hand its a real inconvenience to have to feel like theres a chance some psycho bitch is going to attack me from behind for no reason (oh wait, no, because I am a seasoned friend of the guy she JUST met) and then that mild feeling of flattery, because I have such an influence on these peoples lives...I mean, they've literally handed me the power. Just call me She-Ra. Jealousy is such a waste of time. Really. To all the ladies, if you dont trust him, leave him! (same goes for guys) So the whole time we were sitting outside (after I found out she was a GSU student) I would occasionally say "oh god is that her!" and James would jump up...and then later I'd say "oh god, she's not into athletics is she?"...hah...really I said something every time a blonde walked by. And he freaked every time. So I used his reaction to illustrate how he is getting himself into another bad relationship. Getting it on with a psychobitch just aint cool yo. Even worse is that I invited him to the Social Neuroscience lab to see if wonderful professor Vanman would give him a spot, and James got it, so he got his research practicum, and consequently we're working together in the lab all semester. I bet she's thrilled about that.
ANywho.
While I was sitting there making Jigs freak about every girl who passed by, I looked up my schedule online and noticed my 4:30 pm is on Thursdays, not Wednesdays. So there you have it.
Then I went home and went to bed. Woke up around 9 and read two chapters in my Holocaust book. Drank some H2O, and went back to bed. This morning I felt better. I even played music while I was getting ready and then I took some vitamins. At 7:30 I still had a headache, but it was gone by the time I got to school. Met Christyna for lunch and talked about her Sexual Identity class (in which the text is titled "Queer Studies"...awesome) and talked about why people order Caesar salad with dressing OTHER than Caesar, and how that kindof defeats the purpose...because the guy at the counter said "what kind of dressing"...and I kindof gave him this "what kind of dressing do you USUALLY use on Caesar salad?" look...haha...we laughed...but I get it. Some people want romaine lettuce and croutons and parmesan but no anchovy and egg dressing, right? Ok. but then it's not a caesar salad. just so you know.
So today has been good. Tomorrow is Friday. I have a meeting at 10:30, and then I'm going to a seminar with Christyna at 1pm. Then I'll be waiting to see if any ONE (one who must be rebelling against email these days, but who used to give it pretty frequently and was GOOD at it, I might add-which I'm naturally a little disappointed about-but, no worries) feels up to a weekend of skiing, and if so, we'll head to SC tomorrow evening. Jo and Karlie will be coming up Saturday, and Sunday we'll be in Boone, NC. Hopefully.
Thats the plan. But as we all know, especially if its happening in the life of me, plans rarely follow through. So if everything goes as planned, it's an official sign of the apocalypse (god told me so) and everyone can proceed to having apocalyptic sex (because, I mean...what would Lance do?) Quick! Everyone! Consult your bracelets!
Monday is Martin Luther King Jr. Day...in case anyone forgot why they dont have to go to work/school. And, as has been drilled into our little studious heads all week:
"Have a day-on, not a day-off"
peace-
Friday, January 07, 2005
send me on my way
hello! didn't anybody notice today is friday?
uh huh...because I didn't. Not until around 8am when I was talking about this weekend and realized that whoops this IS the weekend. Essentially. alright, that's cool I think. Except school starts on Monday. Which is one day closer to graduating, but, you know...being burned out since last summers 13hrs in 7weeks stunt of mine (and successfully keeping a high gpa at that) has kindof put a damper on my academic enthusiasim. Although I am sortof excited that since I'm now finished with my psych degree I am taking an entirely new set of classes for spring...that set being for sociology, my minor, and also I'm stoked that I got into a research practicum with the Social Psych department and the way cool professor Dr. Vanman. Wait...something else totally bad ass is that I am one of 20 or so that found and snagged a spot in a forensics course secretly cross-listed with sociology. how sweet is that? my advisor patted me on the back...she didn't even know it was there...she was looking at my capp and she's like "I thought you were only going to take 4 classes next semester but you have another one on here" and me I'm all pround and grinning "heck yea that forensic soc. course" and she's "what?" and starts checking and i'm thinking "oh shit what if it was all in my imagination and i only THINK i have this imaginary class...then not only do i not get to take that class, but it also means I'm completely neurotic", but then you know, she's up at me with a big grin too "well good for you girl" ....she's from ethiopia so maybe their humor isn't as pervasive on screen, but it was funny the way she said it...shes usually really straitfaced and monotone. Insert sigh of relief. No looney bin for me.
Yet.
But I think I've inadvertantly recruited a few who might let me just live in schizophrenic bliss in their basement (beit amongst thousands of bags of recyclables) when I finally loose the last of my marbles. If all else fails and I can't fly away (from people in white suits bearing syringes) on my unicorn steed, at least my brother might dig me a hole under my moms house...since she doesn't have a basement--and shes one of the two recruits. I just volunteered her.
I came upon REMs out of time album on Waynes mac the other day. So that's what I'm listening 2.
"...linger on your pale blue eyes"
that's what I do...ages of you
this is Rachel, signing off.
uh huh...because I didn't. Not until around 8am when I was talking about this weekend and realized that whoops this IS the weekend. Essentially. alright, that's cool I think. Except school starts on Monday. Which is one day closer to graduating, but, you know...being burned out since last summers 13hrs in 7weeks stunt of mine (and successfully keeping a high gpa at that) has kindof put a damper on my academic enthusiasim. Although I am sortof excited that since I'm now finished with my psych degree I am taking an entirely new set of classes for spring...that set being for sociology, my minor, and also I'm stoked that I got into a research practicum with the Social Psych department and the way cool professor Dr. Vanman. Wait...something else totally bad ass is that I am one of 20 or so that found and snagged a spot in a forensics course secretly cross-listed with sociology. how sweet is that? my advisor patted me on the back...she didn't even know it was there...she was looking at my capp and she's like "I thought you were only going to take 4 classes next semester but you have another one on here" and me I'm all pround and grinning "heck yea that forensic soc. course" and she's "what?" and starts checking and i'm thinking "oh shit what if it was all in my imagination and i only THINK i have this imaginary class...then not only do i not get to take that class, but it also means I'm completely neurotic", but then you know, she's up at me with a big grin too "well good for you girl" ....she's from ethiopia so maybe their humor isn't as pervasive on screen, but it was funny the way she said it...shes usually really straitfaced and monotone. Insert sigh of relief. No looney bin for me.
Yet.
But I think I've inadvertantly recruited a few who might let me just live in schizophrenic bliss in their basement (beit amongst thousands of bags of recyclables) when I finally loose the last of my marbles. If all else fails and I can't fly away (from people in white suits bearing syringes) on my unicorn steed, at least my brother might dig me a hole under my moms house...since she doesn't have a basement--and shes one of the two recruits. I just volunteered her.
I came upon REMs out of time album on Waynes mac the other day. So that's what I'm listening 2.
"...linger on your pale blue eyes"
that's what I do...ages of you
this is Rachel, signing off.
Monday, January 03, 2005
This is not a bill.
The new Bradley Library where my mom works had their grand opening this morning. I got up early but was still later than planned for breakfast at the cute little Cafe 222 nook a block from moms house. Then I went to the library and saw mom and had the grand tour. Its REALLY nice. The whole shabang was almost 30 million. That's a rounded number because I can't remember if mom said 25 or 28. I mean it's REAL nice. If you (assuming other people than me come to my blog) ever visit Columbus, or if you already live here, go there. Be amazed.
Blogging has become something I've had to try to define to several different people recently. And I dont know if I'm getting closer or farther away from an accurate working definiton. I mean, what IS it? A place where we talk about whats on our minds, but not the same as email...some of us just post humor...some of us make our blogs tributes..."my love is building a building"...some of us get ourselves into lots of trouble by putting not so smart comments on other peoples blogs...but I enjoy it for the most part. Blogging, that is. Thanks Blogger.
The weather is gorgeous. It was nearly 80 all day yesterday. Or at least it felt like it. It was probably more like 76, but there again with a bit of a rounding action, viola`, 80 degrees at your service. I changed the oil and air filters in both our Hondas, fixed moms off-track window, cussed a lot, and washed and waxed my car. AND discovered my mother has run over something (again) and broken the exhaust pipe leading into her muffler. I started her car and it sounded like it had a souped up exhaust system in it, you know, the hurt bumble bee effect, and I thought "surely not MY mom, surely not, please no" and so me being the genius I am, got out and went to the back of the car and leaned right over in front of the exhaust to listen. Consequently I administered myself a face full of fumes. I quickly scanned my surroundings to make sure no one saw the incredibly brainless thing I just did, then turned the car off and reexamined it's underbelly to find the broken pipe. So until she has it fixed, my mother is an extra-polluting hurt bumble bee driver. Joseph suggested I buy her a "FlowMaster" sticker and put it on the back window. Hah.
Back to the weather. Today seems a little cooler, but still very nice. Over pancakes I fiddled with a crossword and discussed with Mr. Strickland the flowering Camillias (sp) and the importance of bees, and why this kind of weather tricks them into eating all their winter food and venturing out for flowers that aren't here yet, only to find that it's still winter, and they're out of food. But this kind of weather also reminds me of spring time and how much I enjoy the coming of spring in Columbus, Georgia.
Yesterday mom informed me with a sigh that we're (she and I) moving out west and getting good jobs to pay off her debt. Then we're coaxing her parents out to El Paso, TX, abandoning the remaining neurotics of our family, and becoming happy people. I'm glad one of us has a plan. I guess I'll be seeing all you cartoons in the southwestern funnies.
I guess it's about that time.
"No one, not even the rain, has such small hands."
e.e.cummings
Blogging has become something I've had to try to define to several different people recently. And I dont know if I'm getting closer or farther away from an accurate working definiton. I mean, what IS it? A place where we talk about whats on our minds, but not the same as email...some of us just post humor...some of us make our blogs tributes..."my love is building a building"...some of us get ourselves into lots of trouble by putting not so smart comments on other peoples blogs...but I enjoy it for the most part. Blogging, that is. Thanks Blogger.
The weather is gorgeous. It was nearly 80 all day yesterday. Or at least it felt like it. It was probably more like 76, but there again with a bit of a rounding action, viola`, 80 degrees at your service. I changed the oil and air filters in both our Hondas, fixed moms off-track window, cussed a lot, and washed and waxed my car. AND discovered my mother has run over something (again) and broken the exhaust pipe leading into her muffler. I started her car and it sounded like it had a souped up exhaust system in it, you know, the hurt bumble bee effect, and I thought "surely not MY mom, surely not, please no" and so me being the genius I am, got out and went to the back of the car and leaned right over in front of the exhaust to listen. Consequently I administered myself a face full of fumes. I quickly scanned my surroundings to make sure no one saw the incredibly brainless thing I just did, then turned the car off and reexamined it's underbelly to find the broken pipe. So until she has it fixed, my mother is an extra-polluting hurt bumble bee driver. Joseph suggested I buy her a "FlowMaster" sticker and put it on the back window. Hah.
Back to the weather. Today seems a little cooler, but still very nice. Over pancakes I fiddled with a crossword and discussed with Mr. Strickland the flowering Camillias (sp) and the importance of bees, and why this kind of weather tricks them into eating all their winter food and venturing out for flowers that aren't here yet, only to find that it's still winter, and they're out of food. But this kind of weather also reminds me of spring time and how much I enjoy the coming of spring in Columbus, Georgia.
Yesterday mom informed me with a sigh that we're (she and I) moving out west and getting good jobs to pay off her debt. Then we're coaxing her parents out to El Paso, TX, abandoning the remaining neurotics of our family, and becoming happy people. I'm glad one of us has a plan. I guess I'll be seeing all you cartoons in the southwestern funnies.
I guess it's about that time.
"No one, not even the rain, has such small hands."
e.e.cummings
Saturday, January 01, 2005
two thousand and five mirror images
I survived the holiday scramble. And now have returned to my little blog...that I have neglected for a while now because theres no internet where I've been. Hah. No, really. Anyway, my Christmas was good. The family was cheerful and thankfully saved the drama until after dinner and presents were opened, but all seems to be ok there for all intensive purposes (as long as they leave the Barnes out I'm fine, and they can peck and scratch to the end amongst themselves). I'm sure we all have that from time to time. Sadly. It's just too bad that some people are so so SO incredibly petty. Nuf said.
Last night, new years eve, we were at Waynes and had a big crowd of people and everyone was happy and drunk and we all hugged and kissed and cheered in the new year. So it was a great time for all of us.
Waynes friends Craig and Ashlee are up and I just returned from eating with them at the Indian Resturant...a new development in Columbus that we hope lasts but theres a curse or something here that keeps anything different or cultural out (besides the chinese buffets, because they're everywhere, and I dont consider them cultural at all, do people really think they eat like Americans in the east? gimme a break).
Anyway, the curse is called old money and tradition. I think George Bush would love it here. When we moved here from Woodruff it was like jumping from the frying pan into the fire, but at least we're out of the pan, thank God. And once in the fire you can crawl out easily, so I'm enjoying myself in Atlanta.
Speaking of...I was talking to Kev last night about how much I love where I live. There are a lot of places that I would like to spend some time in, like Savannah and areas of north Georgia...but in Atl we're within and hour of anything. And that, my friends, is cool runnings.
Hokay...so, anyway. My new year is off to a great start so far. The weekend is almost over, which means Monday is closer, and Monday one of my favorite people in the world is flying into Hartsfield International Airport around 6pm. Yay :) I'm wondering if I can convince him to go see The Fockers with me. Hah. God I've waited SO LONG for the movie to come out. At last, it is with us.
I hope everyone had a happy 2005, and I hope everyone drank a lot and has as bad a headache as I do right now. Mwahahah.
Peace-
Last night, new years eve, we were at Waynes and had a big crowd of people and everyone was happy and drunk and we all hugged and kissed and cheered in the new year. So it was a great time for all of us.
Waynes friends Craig and Ashlee are up and I just returned from eating with them at the Indian Resturant...a new development in Columbus that we hope lasts but theres a curse or something here that keeps anything different or cultural out (besides the chinese buffets, because they're everywhere, and I dont consider them cultural at all, do people really think they eat like Americans in the east? gimme a break).
Anyway, the curse is called old money and tradition. I think George Bush would love it here. When we moved here from Woodruff it was like jumping from the frying pan into the fire, but at least we're out of the pan, thank God. And once in the fire you can crawl out easily, so I'm enjoying myself in Atlanta.
Speaking of...I was talking to Kev last night about how much I love where I live. There are a lot of places that I would like to spend some time in, like Savannah and areas of north Georgia...but in Atl we're within and hour of anything. And that, my friends, is cool runnings.
Hokay...so, anyway. My new year is off to a great start so far. The weekend is almost over, which means Monday is closer, and Monday one of my favorite people in the world is flying into Hartsfield International Airport around 6pm. Yay :) I'm wondering if I can convince him to go see The Fockers with me. Hah. God I've waited SO LONG for the movie to come out. At last, it is with us.
I hope everyone had a happy 2005, and I hope everyone drank a lot and has as bad a headache as I do right now. Mwahahah.
Peace-
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
the tao of chic
WOOHOO everybody loves Halo2...except me, of course. Blacksheep I am, as always. I figured I'd have to mention it too now since it's the talk of the walk. This morning as we were leaving the bike shop Joseph tried to explain the vast amount of teamwork required to excel in Halo2. I see the mild humor there, but sorry guy, I have to call a What-The Hell-Ever, on Halo2. Whatever happened to Tetris and Dr. Mario?
Haha.
On a more exciting note, my bike is now cleaned and tuned. And by now I practically owe my life and first born child to Ride On Bikes and the super wonderful employees Joseph and Byron. (mainly joseph, for the record, but I love and appreciate Byron too) who is now back in the saddle after recovering from a broken back, the resulting injury of an automobile driver who was not paying attention to her surroundings. People LOOK at motorcyclists and cyclists all day long but they never SEE us. SEE US PLEASE.
Nothing irritates me more.
Except maybe Halo2.
So I'm debating and debating when to actually leave for South Carolina. I dont WANT to, you see...and that's what's making it difficult for me to actually DO that...go, I mean. So I'm piddling time away in Columbus not wanting to drive the 280something miles through HELL also knoown as I-85 thru Atlanta with construction and holiday induced traffic to then reach a destination and submit myself to annual holiday trauma. I dont even HAVE money and I practically have to meditate to convince myself to not stress about other peoples spending habits. Also this year is the first year my family has agreed to draw names for gifts and I'm convinced that someone or something is going to make that a dramatic event despite it's good intentions. Spite and greed are some of those things I could verbally abuse Pandora for putting in her box.
Anyway. It's later in the afternoon and I've successfully done not too much since this mornings activities. I was awakend at 8, but was supposed to be up earlier, to take my car to the shop to have the front bumper and headlight fixed from the accident. Then to the bike shop to clean up a mess we started last night and finish tidying up my bike. Then I returned to seclusion in the safety of Waynes condo, took a shower, phoned a significant someone, ate lunch, and began this blog. But Wayne is playing on the big daddy mac and keeps making me come in there and look at gross email forward pictures because he thinks it's funny. I'm in the next room on the couch and I've started just asking him to email them to me (me? lazy? hah) but he wont. Plus I'm afraid he might send me a disgusting picture of a really really fat naked person and then I'd have that one my computer, be it for only a short amount of time. I dont want to risk it so I just get up and go look. It's enough to make me want to go purge, as Rob would say.
But this is what holidays are for. Not having commitments and not worrying about anything. Now, I want to ride my bicycle before it rains, so
peace-
Haha.
On a more exciting note, my bike is now cleaned and tuned. And by now I practically owe my life and first born child to Ride On Bikes and the super wonderful employees Joseph and Byron. (mainly joseph, for the record, but I love and appreciate Byron too) who is now back in the saddle after recovering from a broken back, the resulting injury of an automobile driver who was not paying attention to her surroundings. People LOOK at motorcyclists and cyclists all day long but they never SEE us. SEE US PLEASE.
Nothing irritates me more.
Except maybe Halo2.
So I'm debating and debating when to actually leave for South Carolina. I dont WANT to, you see...and that's what's making it difficult for me to actually DO that...go, I mean. So I'm piddling time away in Columbus not wanting to drive the 280something miles through HELL also knoown as I-85 thru Atlanta with construction and holiday induced traffic to then reach a destination and submit myself to annual holiday trauma. I dont even HAVE money and I practically have to meditate to convince myself to not stress about other peoples spending habits. Also this year is the first year my family has agreed to draw names for gifts and I'm convinced that someone or something is going to make that a dramatic event despite it's good intentions. Spite and greed are some of those things I could verbally abuse Pandora for putting in her box.
Anyway. It's later in the afternoon and I've successfully done not too much since this mornings activities. I was awakend at 8, but was supposed to be up earlier, to take my car to the shop to have the front bumper and headlight fixed from the accident. Then to the bike shop to clean up a mess we started last night and finish tidying up my bike. Then I returned to seclusion in the safety of Waynes condo, took a shower, phoned a significant someone, ate lunch, and began this blog. But Wayne is playing on the big daddy mac and keeps making me come in there and look at gross email forward pictures because he thinks it's funny. I'm in the next room on the couch and I've started just asking him to email them to me (me? lazy? hah) but he wont. Plus I'm afraid he might send me a disgusting picture of a really really fat naked person and then I'd have that one my computer, be it for only a short amount of time. I dont want to risk it so I just get up and go look. It's enough to make me want to go purge, as Rob would say.
But this is what holidays are for. Not having commitments and not worrying about anything. Now, I want to ride my bicycle before it rains, so
peace-
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Helter Skelter
I'm watching a movie at Waynes, Solaris. For whatever reason I love this movie. During my schooling this semester I watched a documentary on Charlie Manson...anyway, in watching that documentary I realized that one of the characters in the movie Solaris plays a man who has a lot of the same "tendancies" as Manson, and even kindof looks like him...it was a weird realization...I dunno-
I rode yesterday with Joseph out at Flat Rock Park...it's a nice easy trail...good for playing. I'm trying to collect some extra technical skills and finally found the ball to start the other day while riding at a trail called Blankets Creek outside Atlanta. Then went to a party last night with jo and watched them play Halo all night. A real thrill I'm telling you. Then got a voicemail from Rob saying he learned how to play Halo, and I thought "what is the world coming to?"
OO...speaking of the world, Joseph also let me in on sommething that resolves an ongoing struggle of mine to re-find a really funny computer skit called End of the World...it's hilarious. So I'll post a link soon.
I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I need a plane ride...I need a sunburn
peace-
I rode yesterday with Joseph out at Flat Rock Park...it's a nice easy trail...good for playing. I'm trying to collect some extra technical skills and finally found the ball to start the other day while riding at a trail called Blankets Creek outside Atlanta. Then went to a party last night with jo and watched them play Halo all night. A real thrill I'm telling you. Then got a voicemail from Rob saying he learned how to play Halo, and I thought "what is the world coming to?"
OO...speaking of the world, Joseph also let me in on sommething that resolves an ongoing struggle of mine to re-find a really funny computer skit called End of the World...it's hilarious. So I'll post a link soon.
I need a phone call, I need a raincoat, I need a plane ride...I need a sunburn
peace-
Monday, December 20, 2004
heavy eyes in G major
Oh my. I just typed a huge amount of words onto this screen and then blogger decided it wasn't worth a pubication OR remembrance. So it blipped away into cyber land. What a sheist. Aggh.
Well, the bottom line was that a lot of stuff went on since last Thursday, but I had a great weekend. For so many reasons.
Now I'm callin it a night and letting these eyelids succumb to gravity and sleepiness.
Peace
Well, the bottom line was that a lot of stuff went on since last Thursday, but I had a great weekend. For so many reasons.
Now I'm callin it a night and letting these eyelids succumb to gravity and sleepiness.
Peace
Thursday, December 16, 2004
donde` esta el bano`
Ahhh, Good morning America--it is ten till eight on this chilly December mornin and here I sit, diligently, studiously, seeking brief refuge in an empty classroom at the university I know and love as my own, woo hoo!
I'm almost positive that anyone reading this is as infatuated with life as I am.
HAH...(WHAT has she been drinking?)
So I have an exam at 10:15...or 10:30, either way I'm already in the classroom, so I dont think I'll be able to miss it. Even with my luck. No no, with my luck, the last day of class (that I didn't go to) they decided to have the exam in a different room. That has actually happened to me before, and because I threatened the life of the professor, I still got a B in the class even tho I missed the final, along with about 10 other non-lastdayofclass-goers. I hope I never have to do that again, it stressed me out, having to think of ways to make the prof believe I really was going to track her down, even to her summer getaway, until she let me take the final.
ok I didn't really threaten her life, but I bet she thought it was coming judging from the number of times everyone called her. Seven of us went back to my (then empty) dorm, and we called every 3 minutes and always left messages. Frantic ones at that. Since then I've had nightmares about missing final exams, so you can see how it scarred me.
That's why I'm at school beore 8am and my exam isn't until 10 something.
Hah.
What, did you think I was really that ambitious? I actually had a nightmare in the three hours of sleep I had between 2:30 and 6:30am. When I looked at the alarm clock after it sounded off with its blood curdling "wagh wagh wagh," I thought "oh #@&*! it's 6:30, I gotta go!" and that nasty surge of early morning adrenaline is NOT a very good feeling...I imagine its almost equivalent to waking up on the edge of a cliff.
tomorrow will be nice, I'll wake up and hear Ellen chiming "and I dont have to go right now..." and all will be good.
today I let my car warm up for 10 full minutes before driving the 45seconds to the marta station. but it ran so much smoother, and theres nothing like getting into a warm car when theres frost on the ground
(I just sneezed so loud I probably interrupted the exam takers next door. it really echoed in the room I'm in)
Rob's coming into town tonight! Yay :) I love having company, especially company that I like. Good ole Rob, I'm going to make him rake leaves with me (haha, you didn't know THAT did you Robin? mwahaha) Hopefully theres a bluegrass show tonight (like I promised) and we'll make it in time to sneak in before cover charges apply. I do dislike covercharges.
I feel so empathetic for these kids who have 8am exams. all hurrying around to get to class. except at this point I kindof wish mine was at 8 too. oh well, but, I'm meeting my best Atlanta friend Christyna after my exam and we're supposed to "catch up" b/c we havent talked in two weeks or more. (it's a good thing we're not like some people I hear about) Anyway, last year we took a Stats final together and it was so freakin hard we both needed a drink after class (and she "doesn't drink")...so there we were at 11:15, ordering margaritas at Mama Niftas mexican cantina--the only time I've had a drink before noon. I think.
All morning as I was getting ready for school, the country song "Fancy" was in my head...I dont know why, but it was still in my brain while I was standing at the station waiting for the train (in the frost) so I made myself hum "white christmas" for two stanzas...I think it worked,
until I just mentioned it, that is.
peace-
I'm almost positive that anyone reading this is as infatuated with life as I am.
HAH...(WHAT has she been drinking?)
So I have an exam at 10:15...or 10:30, either way I'm already in the classroom, so I dont think I'll be able to miss it. Even with my luck. No no, with my luck, the last day of class (that I didn't go to) they decided to have the exam in a different room. That has actually happened to me before, and because I threatened the life of the professor, I still got a B in the class even tho I missed the final, along with about 10 other non-lastdayofclass-goers. I hope I never have to do that again, it stressed me out, having to think of ways to make the prof believe I really was going to track her down, even to her summer getaway, until she let me take the final.
ok I didn't really threaten her life, but I bet she thought it was coming judging from the number of times everyone called her. Seven of us went back to my (then empty) dorm, and we called every 3 minutes and always left messages. Frantic ones at that. Since then I've had nightmares about missing final exams, so you can see how it scarred me.
That's why I'm at school beore 8am and my exam isn't until 10 something.
Hah.
What, did you think I was really that ambitious? I actually had a nightmare in the three hours of sleep I had between 2:30 and 6:30am. When I looked at the alarm clock after it sounded off with its blood curdling "wagh wagh wagh," I thought "oh #@&*! it's 6:30, I gotta go!" and that nasty surge of early morning adrenaline is NOT a very good feeling...I imagine its almost equivalent to waking up on the edge of a cliff.
tomorrow will be nice, I'll wake up and hear Ellen chiming "and I dont have to go right now..." and all will be good.
today I let my car warm up for 10 full minutes before driving the 45seconds to the marta station. but it ran so much smoother, and theres nothing like getting into a warm car when theres frost on the ground
(I just sneezed so loud I probably interrupted the exam takers next door. it really echoed in the room I'm in)
Rob's coming into town tonight! Yay :) I love having company, especially company that I like. Good ole Rob, I'm going to make him rake leaves with me (haha, you didn't know THAT did you Robin? mwahaha) Hopefully theres a bluegrass show tonight (like I promised) and we'll make it in time to sneak in before cover charges apply. I do dislike covercharges.
I feel so empathetic for these kids who have 8am exams. all hurrying around to get to class. except at this point I kindof wish mine was at 8 too. oh well, but, I'm meeting my best Atlanta friend Christyna after my exam and we're supposed to "catch up" b/c we havent talked in two weeks or more. (it's a good thing we're not like some people I hear about) Anyway, last year we took a Stats final together and it was so freakin hard we both needed a drink after class (and she "doesn't drink")...so there we were at 11:15, ordering margaritas at Mama Niftas mexican cantina--the only time I've had a drink before noon. I think.
All morning as I was getting ready for school, the country song "Fancy" was in my head...I dont know why, but it was still in my brain while I was standing at the station waiting for the train (in the frost) so I made myself hum "white christmas" for two stanzas...I think it worked,
until I just mentioned it, that is.
peace-
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
counting bricks
Yesterday I should have studied more than I did, but it wasn't my fault. Lifetime sucked me in for their afternoon matinee and I had to watch The Christmas Child...which I still didn't really get the gist of. Then I DID start to study but I left the tube on and a while later I heard this british voice "ooohhww mey! sheys sleepin weeth cat pew!" and I was again sucked into watching "how dirty is your house"...and man that girls house was NASTY! That poor cat. Anyway, it made me feel like less than a perfect mother to my cat, so I went about making her a new eating area and bathroom area and gave her new food and cleaned out the litter box, which wasnt that bad, but I thought we dont go to the bathroom with stuff already in the toilet, why should she? Robin wont even use the toilet when theres a q-tip that accidentally fell from the cabinet in it.
I can see this is going to turn into me cleaning the litter more than once daily now. Oh well. Then I worked on my paper and studied some more and went to bed around 2am thinking about the forward rob sent me about how bad it is to mess with your biological clock. Sucks for my clock!
Today has been ok...I got up early and plodded my way up to the shower where I now take time to allow me to humor myself with wodering what a taun taun is and not really wanting to know at the same time--but I think they might be smelly.
I naturally finished my anal retentive rewrite of the social psych paper about 30mins before the exam and the exam itself wasn't too bad...i hope.
Now I'm sitting in a cold room, seeking refuge so I can email and type this blog and post so rob doesn't get mad...haha! it's all his fault. Gah rob.
chestnuts roasting on an open fire
I can see this is going to turn into me cleaning the litter more than once daily now. Oh well. Then I worked on my paper and studied some more and went to bed around 2am thinking about the forward rob sent me about how bad it is to mess with your biological clock. Sucks for my clock!
Today has been ok...I got up early and plodded my way up to the shower where I now take time to allow me to humor myself with wodering what a taun taun is and not really wanting to know at the same time--but I think they might be smelly.
I naturally finished my anal retentive rewrite of the social psych paper about 30mins before the exam and the exam itself wasn't too bad...i hope.
Now I'm sitting in a cold room, seeking refuge so I can email and type this blog and post so rob doesn't get mad...haha! it's all his fault. Gah rob.
chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Monday, December 13, 2004
reappearing disappearances
Woo hoo! Monday morning! nothin like it, I'm telling you.
Actually today is great. Tho my last posting may have seemed like a downward spiral into a bottomless pit of despair and agression.
Me? no noooo.
I watched 6am cartoons this morning while consuming a bowl of granola cereal and a cup of joe. Today Rabbit had to be saved by Christopher Robin and friends after he admitted himself to the shelf of a toy store. The suspense was nearly unbearable, but he was indeed rescued. I always think Rabbit reminds me of my Grandmother Barnes, but I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. hehe. And then there are those childrens learning excercise things like "how many sides are there in a triangle?" One, Two, THREE! A triangle has three sides!
then I heard myself yelling out "FOUR!" when they asked how many sides a square has and I said enough....time to cut the tube. Geez I'm such a sucker.
After a shower where I used nothing but the hot water, I began my morning ritual of over lotioning to prevent premature wrinkels--Kevin KEVIN, are you reading this? haha...he thinks it's funny that I'm in search of satin pillowcases b/c they keep you from getting wrinkles on your face before your time. But it's true. Ask any old lady...she'll tell you she wished she started using satin pillowcases when she was 22.
And Plato was attacking the carpet under my counter as I was heading out the door.
So anyway now I'm at GSU and eventually I'll have been here long enough that I actually start doing some work.
Hasta luego.
Actually today is great. Tho my last posting may have seemed like a downward spiral into a bottomless pit of despair and agression.
Me? no noooo.
I watched 6am cartoons this morning while consuming a bowl of granola cereal and a cup of joe. Today Rabbit had to be saved by Christopher Robin and friends after he admitted himself to the shelf of a toy store. The suspense was nearly unbearable, but he was indeed rescued. I always think Rabbit reminds me of my Grandmother Barnes, but I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. hehe. And then there are those childrens learning excercise things like "how many sides are there in a triangle?" One, Two, THREE! A triangle has three sides!
then I heard myself yelling out "FOUR!" when they asked how many sides a square has and I said enough....time to cut the tube. Geez I'm such a sucker.
After a shower where I used nothing but the hot water, I began my morning ritual of over lotioning to prevent premature wrinkels--Kevin KEVIN, are you reading this? haha...he thinks it's funny that I'm in search of satin pillowcases b/c they keep you from getting wrinkles on your face before your time. But it's true. Ask any old lady...she'll tell you she wished she started using satin pillowcases when she was 22.
And Plato was attacking the carpet under my counter as I was heading out the door.
So anyway now I'm at GSU and eventually I'll have been here long enough that I actually start doing some work.
Hasta luego.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
deep and shallow
Today...I'm in a downright foul mood.
Wow, that fragment almost looks as perturbed as I have been for the past few hours. I needed to vent, and bless this blog, now I can drag you all down with me! MWAHAHAHAHA
hehe.
to start things off, this morning I drove back into Atl from SC. Where I was return-delivering a laptop to Lee. Carrie and I ate dinner and had drinks last night and all was good. Until this morning, actually this morning was even good, we got up early and made pancakes and I left by 7:30. By then it was raining. But that's cool, b/c we need rain. Finally in Atl I stopped at Starbucks to get (more) coffee. And had the genius idea that I'd try out my new wireless internet while there. Turns out you have to pay $30 a month to their provider, TMobile to log in at any starbucks,or any of those coffee serving bookstore chains. Do people really do that? or is there a catch I'm just missing. So there began my irritation, still mild. The rain didn't help anything, but all was relatively ok. I went to my apt to "touchbase" and change clothes and as I was inside it started to rain harder. So then I'm remembering the other day this week that it rained, and how incredibly wet I was all day long from it. Erbegan the discouraging feeling. Is the last day of classes really worth it? AGH. I guessed so, and I skipped to the car and headed to East Lake marta station. On the way, a train was stopped on the tracks (naturally) so without missing a beat i did a u and took a detour. And HERE began the incredibly annoyed Rachel syndrome. This is what makes me ill...but just for days like today, when it's applicable.
I get in my car in a downpour, have to detour on inundated backroads, where the puddles you cannot avoid slowly but surely mess up the alignment of your car...when you dont get that fixed, your tires wear and warp, then you deal with a loud "woh woh" noise until you buy yourself a new set of tires, theres an easy $300 out the friggin window, yipee. Then do that every two years beccause you live in town and cant help that it rains and the city has horrible drainage problems. Anyway, then I get to the station, get out, get wet despite the umbrella b/c the wind is blowing rain everywhere, and head toward the train stop. ALL TO GET TO SCHOOL AND SIT IN CLASS FOR 50 MINS. hardly worth the trouble.But I do it anyway, so 15mins later I get off the train at GSU, and begin the 2block walk to the GCBldg, still in the multi-directional rain. And then I join a few others at a corner, we're waiting for the light to change. Now, of course we're ON the sidewalk, can't deny THAT...I mean, we're not not THAT close to the street, but we're not, you know, in the bloody GRASS on the other side either. And an incredibly oblivious driver driving too fast and too close to the bloody sidewalk, goes whizzing by, and ensures that just in case we hadn't gotten damp YET, that we then certainly would be for the next 5hrs. You know the scene...it happens all the time on TV. And Students here practically fight for the area furthest from the road to avoid those idiot urban speeders who dont give a poop that it's raining and there are obviously huge rivers along the sides of the road. I mean, I can understand it on occasion. But today just wasn't the day to do it to me. And they should have known.
So I muttered something equally as foul as my mood, loud enough so everyone knew it REALLY ticked me off in a deep, evil way, but low enough that they couldn't tell what I said. Personally I dont even know what I muttered. But it was definitly in a deep and evil way, whatever it was. I dont even know if it would qualify as words.
Then of course I'm mad at myself because I'm mad, and not only does that make me partially out of control, it ceratinly isn't going to make anyone I come in contact with feel like a bouquet of flowers now is it? so great, now i'm contributing to other peoples bad day, as if anyone needs it.
I should have just stayed home.
But I NEED to be here today, and I do have things to do, so fine, I'm here. Dag-nabbit. In this nastypoopgloomandmuggy stinking weather, I'm here: And midway through class the anxiety from being irritiated while highly caffinated finally got the better of me and I had to leave to pursue a dark corner somewhere-
I began to wanded, and found this place which is where I'm writing from now...the 5th floor womens bathroom lobby of Kell Hall. Where hardly anyone usually comes. Except, of course, the guy in the hall on his cell phone, convieniently standing RIGHT outside the door to the bathroom, and who is obviously wasting time b/c his conversation is pointless and ridiculously drawn-out. (by my standards, at least) How incredibly appropriate.
I just noticed there are lockers in here,
I wonder if I can fit in one.
Wow, that fragment almost looks as perturbed as I have been for the past few hours. I needed to vent, and bless this blog, now I can drag you all down with me! MWAHAHAHAHA
hehe.
to start things off, this morning I drove back into Atl from SC. Where I was return-delivering a laptop to Lee. Carrie and I ate dinner and had drinks last night and all was good. Until this morning, actually this morning was even good, we got up early and made pancakes and I left by 7:30. By then it was raining. But that's cool, b/c we need rain. Finally in Atl I stopped at Starbucks to get (more) coffee. And had the genius idea that I'd try out my new wireless internet while there. Turns out you have to pay $30 a month to their provider, TMobile to log in at any starbucks,or any of those coffee serving bookstore chains. Do people really do that? or is there a catch I'm just missing. So there began my irritation, still mild. The rain didn't help anything, but all was relatively ok. I went to my apt to "touchbase" and change clothes and as I was inside it started to rain harder. So then I'm remembering the other day this week that it rained, and how incredibly wet I was all day long from it. Erbegan the discouraging feeling. Is the last day of classes really worth it? AGH. I guessed so, and I skipped to the car and headed to East Lake marta station. On the way, a train was stopped on the tracks (naturally) so without missing a beat i did a u and took a detour. And HERE began the incredibly annoyed Rachel syndrome. This is what makes me ill...but just for days like today, when it's applicable.
I get in my car in a downpour, have to detour on inundated backroads, where the puddles you cannot avoid slowly but surely mess up the alignment of your car...when you dont get that fixed, your tires wear and warp, then you deal with a loud "woh woh" noise until you buy yourself a new set of tires, theres an easy $300 out the friggin window, yipee. Then do that every two years beccause you live in town and cant help that it rains and the city has horrible drainage problems. Anyway, then I get to the station, get out, get wet despite the umbrella b/c the wind is blowing rain everywhere, and head toward the train stop. ALL TO GET TO SCHOOL AND SIT IN CLASS FOR 50 MINS. hardly worth the trouble.But I do it anyway, so 15mins later I get off the train at GSU, and begin the 2block walk to the GCBldg, still in the multi-directional rain. And then I join a few others at a corner, we're waiting for the light to change. Now, of course we're ON the sidewalk, can't deny THAT...I mean, we're not not THAT close to the street, but we're not, you know, in the bloody GRASS on the other side either. And an incredibly oblivious driver driving too fast and too close to the bloody sidewalk, goes whizzing by, and ensures that just in case we hadn't gotten damp YET, that we then certainly would be for the next 5hrs. You know the scene...it happens all the time on TV. And Students here practically fight for the area furthest from the road to avoid those idiot urban speeders who dont give a poop that it's raining and there are obviously huge rivers along the sides of the road. I mean, I can understand it on occasion. But today just wasn't the day to do it to me. And they should have known.
So I muttered something equally as foul as my mood, loud enough so everyone knew it REALLY ticked me off in a deep, evil way, but low enough that they couldn't tell what I said. Personally I dont even know what I muttered. But it was definitly in a deep and evil way, whatever it was. I dont even know if it would qualify as words.
Then of course I'm mad at myself because I'm mad, and not only does that make me partially out of control, it ceratinly isn't going to make anyone I come in contact with feel like a bouquet of flowers now is it? so great, now i'm contributing to other peoples bad day, as if anyone needs it.
I should have just stayed home.
But I NEED to be here today, and I do have things to do, so fine, I'm here. Dag-nabbit. In this nastypoopgloomandmuggy stinking weather, I'm here: And midway through class the anxiety from being irritiated while highly caffinated finally got the better of me and I had to leave to pursue a dark corner somewhere-
I began to wanded, and found this place which is where I'm writing from now...the 5th floor womens bathroom lobby of Kell Hall. Where hardly anyone usually comes. Except, of course, the guy in the hall on his cell phone, convieniently standing RIGHT outside the door to the bathroom, and who is obviously wasting time b/c his conversation is pointless and ridiculously drawn-out. (by my standards, at least) How incredibly appropriate.
I just noticed there are lockers in here,
I wonder if I can fit in one.
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