Decisions

To be a good little girl and do work? Or to slack?

Hmmmm. Well, I did read 92 pages today. That should count for something.

The Wind is Going to Get You

Friday night, roomie and I stayed up until 4 AM venting about the bathroom. Luckily for us all, I was much calmer on Saturday when I woke up at 11. Tired, but calm.

Yesterday, I went to my lit club's halloween party. It was fun. The only problem was that we had a very low turnout when it came to the kids. I felt bad for the people who had worked so hard to prepare the party. But the kids that did show seemed to have had a good time. They never had to wait in any lines.

I got to dress up for the party. That made me very happy. And the fact that it was a beautiful (windy) day made it very cool too.

I did absolutely no homework yesterday, which means I have a whole lot to do today. Bah.

Yeah for the extra hour! I already spent it slacking.

$%#@@^*&(*$% = not happy thoughts

You know, you think you reach a point in your life where you can say, "I've seen disgusting. By comparison, this isn't so bad." But the not so friendly, not so sanitary neighbors keep reaching new highs of disgust in the bathroom.

I just hope it was an accident on the part of roomie, otherwise, there was invasion of both our space.

I think I'm going to have to write a message on the bathroom mirror:

WARNING! YOU LIVE NEXT TO A PSYCHO. SHE IS ONE DISGUSTING ENCOUNTER AWAY FROM GOING PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE ON YOUR A$$E$!

Visit

My dad came and visited me today. It was very nice. I love talking to him when he's not in lecture mode. And luckily, there was no lecture mode at all today. I got to confide in him.

Plus he took me to Barnes and Noble. Yeah!

We found a cute little audio book store. I just might have to go back there.

The Tides Have Changed

Fiction class put me in a good mood. I was having fun with my group. We had to take quotes from books/movies/other sources and incorporate them into our stories. By random luck, I had my journal (which I haven't written in for about 6 months) with me. I found some amusing quotes from myself...including "It's a dangerous, if not good plan." I have no idea what I was talking about.

Paging through my journal made me realize how much more intelligent I used to be and how much more on fire for God I was. I want both the wisdom and the fire back. I also realized I used to be even MORE anal about my grades. Ah yes, gone are the days where I freak out about getting a 3.75.

I also learned that two of my group members have blogs. Exchange addresses? I think maybe.

Now, about the evil-teacher-writing-my-letters-of rec-fiasco: I've decided I don't care. He's only writing to three schools, granted it's to the 3 better schools, but maybe I don't want to go to any of those schools. Sticks tongue out now.

Maybe I should concentrate more on life experience and less on academics...we'll see how long this revelation lasts, as I have it about once a month.

Maybe, I only need to get into my safety school (to remain nameless until I'm accepted/rejected at which point in time I can proclaim/curse the school's name). I think if I get in there, I'll be able to interact with a gazillion different types of people. Plus, the main reason I originally applied there was so I could help with a fledgling church. That'd be yet another growing/challenging experience. Plus, the nameless school has a PhD. program that allows students to write a creative thesis. That'd be up my alley. And it'd be easier to settle in one place for 4 years than to have to move after two. So come on everybody, start praying I get into my safety school. I know I've been pleading with God.

In other news, I think the eclipse made people do some crazy things last night. If you want to know more specifically what I overheard at 1:52 AM, give me a call.

$$$$$$$$

Spent $80 online.

I feel a little better.

The Kick in the Teeth

It's official. My criticism prof has consistently given me the worst grades I have ever received.

The kick in the teeth is that after receiving the lowest test grade I have ever been given in my entire college career, I had to give him my letter of recommendation forms.

I would SO give the letters to someone else, but 3 schools are expecting letters from him. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Bloody Hell.

I don't understand why! In the paper alone, I included some insights that I obtained via the grad class. Ideas presented in a grad class are not good enough for this man.

Am the furthest thing possible from a happy camper.

A tornado has hit the camp. In fact the camp has been uprooted. Cabins, docks and tables have been flung around a 100 mile radius.

Pissy.

Would U Like to Take a Survey

Score! 3.5-ed the evil paper.

Yeah for Jimmy John! The sandwiches went over well in class.

Here I go, avoiding work:

Bought everyone in the pub a drink
Swam with wild dolphins
Climbed a mountain
Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
Been inside the Great Pyramid
Held a tarantula.
Taken a candlelit bath with someone
Said 'I love you' and meant it
Hugged a tree
Done a striptease
Bungee jumped
Visited Paris
Watched a lightning storm at sea
Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise
Seen the Northern Lights
Gone to a huge sports game
Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
Grown and eaten your own vegetables
Touched an iceberg
Slept under the stars
Changed a baby's diaper
Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
Watched a meteor shower
Gotten drunk on champagne
Given more than you can afford to charity
Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
Had a food fight
Bet on a winning horse
Taken a sick day when you're not ill
Asked out a stranger
Had a snowball fight
Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier (I did my face! Does that count???)
Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
Held a lamb
Organized and planned a surprise party for a loved one
Taken a midnight skinny dip
Taken an ice cold bath
Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
Seen a total eclipse
Ridden a roller coaster
Hit a home run
Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
Adopted an accent for an entire day
Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
Had two hard drives for your computer
Visited all 50 states
Loved your job for all accounts
Taken care of someone who was really sick
Had enough money to be truly satisfied
Had amazing friends AND STILL DO
Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
Watched wild whales
Stolen a sign (My dad actually did it, but I kept it)
Backpacked in Europe
Taken a road-trip
Rock climbing
Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice
Midnight walk on the beach
Sky diving
Visited Ireland
Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them.
Visited Japan
Bench pressed your own weight
Milked a cow
Alphabetized your records
Pretended to be a superhero
Sung karaoke at home
Lounged around in bed all day
Protested something you feel strongly against.
Scuba diving
Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye
Kissed in the rain
Played in the mud
Played in the rain
Gone to a drive-in theater
Done something you should regret, but don't regret it
Visited the Great Wall of China
Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog
Dropped Windows in favor of something better
Started a business
Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
Toured ancient sites
Taken a martial arts class
Swordfought for the honor of a woman
Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
Gotten married
Been in a movie
Crashed a party
Loved someone you shouldn't have
Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy
Gotten divorced
Started an office war
Gone without food for 5 days
Made cookies from scratch
Won first prize in a costume contest
Ridden a gondola in Venice
Gotten a tattoo
Rafted the Snake River
Been on television news programs as an "expert"
Got flowers for no reason
Made out in a public place
Got so drunk you don't remember anything
Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
Performed on stage
Been to Las Vegas
Recorded music
Eaten shark
Drank an entire 6 pack by yourself
Gone to Thailand
Seen Siouxsie live
Bought a house
Been in a combat zone
Buried one/both of your parents
Shaved all of your hair off
Been on a cruise ship
Spoken more than one language fluently
Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
Bounced a check
Performed in theatre
Read - and understood - your credit report
Raised children
Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
Followed your favorite band/singer on tour a little
Created and named your own constellation of stars
Taken a bicycle tour in a foreign country
Found out something significant that your ancestors did
Called or written your Congress person (Can speaking with them in person count?)
Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
...more than once?
Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking
Had an abortion
Had plastic surgery
Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived.
Wrote articles for a large publication
Lost over 100 pounds
Held someone while they were having a flashback
Piloted an airplane (Just for a minute...with a trained professional beside me)
Petted a stingray
Broken someone's heart
Helped an animal give birth
Been fired or laid off from a job
Won money on a T.V. game show
Broken a bone
Killed a human being
Gone on an African photo safari
Ridden a motorcycle
Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph
Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
Ridden a horse
Had major surgery
Ridden on a passenger train
Had a snake as a pet
Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing (On the scariest, iciest flight ever...sleep=good response to fear)
Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
Visited all 7 continents
Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
Eaten kangaroo meat
Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground (????????)
Been a sperm or egg donor
Eaten sushi
Had your picture in the newspaper
Had 2 healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about
Gotten someone fired for their actions
Gone back to school
Parasailed
Changed your name
Petted a cockroach
Eaten fried green tomatoes
Read The Iliad
Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read
Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them (It was a fork, but it wasn’t out of need…inside joke)
Taught yourself an art from scratch
Killed and prepared an animal for eating (A fish, way back in the pre-veggie era...my grandmother actually did all the gross stuff)
Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
Skipped all your school reunions (Haven't had one to skip, but fully intend to do so)
Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
Been elected to public office
Written your own computer language
Thought to yourself that you're living your dream
Had to put someone you love into hospice care
Built your own PC from parts
Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you
Had a booth at a street fair
Dyed your hair
Been a DJ
Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal
Written your own role playing game

A Little Diddy

I'm not a poet, but I felt the need to express myself. (This is in no way supposed to rhyme)

One person just doesn't belong here.
That person belongs in a barn.
Another person longs for the days when
she went to a community bathroom.

Now you must wonder how I came of with such a "masterpiece."
My inspiration was the act of cleaning up another's bathroom grossness...again.

I know I should try to serve others. But I have limits. I'm not one of those super strong people who suffer silently.

Day of Reading

Read 159 pages today! I have no idea what happens in the book...but I only have to read 90 pages before class tomorrow! :)

Most of my day was spent at Barnes and Noble. When I wasn't reading I was looking for a book series that one of the girls from my lit club recommended to me. First I looked in the fiction section. Then I remembered that she had compared it to one of the chapters of my work in progress and to Harry Potter.
So I hit the children's section. No luck.
Young adult. Nada.
The same for mystery and fantasy.
So I rechecked everywhere.
Being stuborn, I employed my final option. I asked one of the employees. I was horrified when they led me to the romance section.
As a rule I avoid everything romance. Not my cup of tea. I'm the girl that snickers at the girls who read romance novels.
But the scariest part is that this girl compared my work to a romance novel. My innocent children's book has been tainted!

Speaking of my book, I wrote 2 paragraphs. Yeah! Very exciting considering I haven't added to it since the spring.

Called my dad again today in an attempt to reduce his craziness. I think it worked.

Hee hee hee. Am illegally downloading music. Shhhhhh! Don't tell anyone authoratative.

It was very beautiful today. But it was tainted, cause I SO know it's going to get cold again. Plus, I was totally overdressed, but when I went to class this morning, I could see my breath.

I've been feeling majorly disconnected from friends. Nobody that I know seems to be in the same place in their life as I am. My friends are either 2 to 5 years ahead of me or 1 to 2 behind. I guess it's not a big deal. I'm just used to the past...when everyone is going through the same thing at the same time. But never fear, I'll deal. Stumbling through the confusion alone. I just have to remember to read the fine print.

...it's not a mixed metaphor if it's 2 separate sentence. It demonstrates the fuzziness of my head. Just smile and nod.

Oh my goodness! I love Modest Mouse!!!!!!!!!!!

Weekend Over

Well, if I read 125 pages today and another 125 tomorrow before class, I just might finish my book on time. I think the odds are against me.

It's not that I slacked all weekend and avoided work...it's that I had a good time.

Phone Conversation with my dad AKA proof that my mom should never leave him alone:

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DAD: Call about a flu shot.
ME: (while rolling eyes and fully aware that Olin is only giving shots to high risk people
AKA not me) Okay.
DAD: Do you suffer from chronic depression?
ME: No Dad!
DAD: Just checking. I saw a thing on TV about college students who commit suicide.
ME: ....
DAD: Would you like to talk about sex now?
ME: Ha ha...No.
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Mom needs to come home.

Now, on a entirely unrelated note. More Hugh pictures cause the world needs more of him.






Now I ask you, what is with the green outfit?

CLiCk cLIcK

Click... here

New favorite song: slack slack slack cha slack slack slack avoid work slack slack slack cha.

It's the official tune of me. I sing it everywhere I go.

Weekend

Have slacked all weekend. I think it's because I need a break.

But I now find myself 180 pages behind in a reading that needs to be done for Tuesday. And that's not even all that I need to do for that one class.

Went costume shopping with Leslie yesterday. We got caught in the rain. It was fun until I was completely soaked and started to really feel cold.

We went and saw "The Show." My roomie works on it. So we did the supportive thing.

Easily Amused

Tried on wig for Halloween.

Roomie screamed at sight of me.

Hee hee hee

Bad Student

1 AM...

Hmmmm....

I guess I'll start studying for my 9:10 AM exam.

I rock.

Insert Title Here

Slack slack slack. cha. slack slack slack. Avoid work. slack slack slack. cha.

I'm kiddie lit clubing it...then I'll study. Really. There will be studying and other such exam preparation. There will also be coffee. ummmm.

BNL action. Needed to hear "Call and Answer."

Resort to Begging

Please don't make me work. I don't want to study. Please...wah...wah...don't want to read. Don't want to take the big bad exam....wah...please.

Time to Go Back to Bed

I'll sum up the vast majority of what I'm feeling with two words: Exams suck.

Had the weirdest dream last night. I was working on a script for one of Shakespeare's plays (Not sure which, but apparently the director wanted to change it).
Anyway, the cast of The West Wing kept calling me, telling me I had to take over running the play, as it seemed it was going to be a very bad version.
So, I went down to the stage area to see what I could do. The play was set in water. The cast was a bunch of giant orcas (10 times the normal size). The audience, sitting on a grassy hill, was composed of giant cows (also 10 times their usual size). If you got too close, the cows would lick you (that's when I woke up).
For some reason there was debate over whether or not to do a fight scene, because the director didn't want to show violence among killer whales.

Judging by my dream, I'm not in the right mental state to study/take an exam.

On another positive note, I finished Camilla yesterday (913 pages).

On a negative note I need to read a 470 page book for Tuesday. Given everything that's going on, I don't think I'm going to make it.

Yeah Baby!

Was officially accepted into study abroad program for the summer! Britt got in too!

Goin' to London!

For Some Reason This Really Amused Me. Maybe It's the Lack of Sleep

Which File Extension are You?

Bah

Be aware, I'm officially freaking out about my midterms and my lack of time.

Bah humbug.

AHHHHHH!

I Could Kill a Man With My Backpack

Today was spent in Barnes and Noble. I did this last week as well. I've begun to notice that the same people come there to study. Kind of nice. I can already feel the comradery developing. Especially since I noticed one guy apparently broke himself (more precisely his foot) over the weekend. Poor barnes-and-noble-attending-broken-man.

I'd also like to mention the fact that I outlasted them all! That's right, I can study with the best of them. Of course, my devotion to doing work was caused by the fact that I was waiting to go to class, but shhhh! That'll be our secret.

I think I'm going to do something similar tomorrow. My backpack is going to be SO heavy.

I got a note from one of the grad schools today. Apparently they make their decision in 6-8 weeks. I got all excited. Then realization hit. So I got depressed. They're going to wait until all the letters of recomendation are in. At the rate my profs are going, it'll be awhile before they send them. Plus, I went online and realized there are requirements for that school I didn't know about. (I swear they weren't on the website when I checked 2 weeks ago). Sigh. I got to be overjoyed for a whole 20 seconds.

It was very fall-ish today. I'd like it noted on the record that I had to break out the gloves for the first time.

I have that irritating feeling, that even after I re-hand-in my paper, I'm still not going to get a 4.0. I also have this feeling that both of my midterms are going to very bad, painful, and memory-scaring experiences.

Monday=Bad

Really need to stop watching Fat-Pie cartoons early in the morning.

It's not healthy.

Awwwwwww!

Excited for roomie! She is currently going on a faux-date with a former crush. Yeah for her!

She let me be all girly and I leant her a jacket. Cuteness. I hope she has fun and lives the dream and what not.

Sigh. I must return to Camilla, as I promised myself I wouldn't even get online until I finished today's reading. Oops. I think I'll forgive myself.

My New Theme Song: Slack Slack Slack

Despite the rainy weather and the need to run in front of an oncoming homecoming parade, I did manage to make it to the church retreat last night. It was a good time. I haven't been able to actually relax with a lot of the girls in a while, so it was nice to catch up. I was totally planning to go back today for some of the lessons, but the fact that I slept in until 11 put an end to that idea.

I really need to do work and study, but I've just been feeling so homework drained. All I want to do (and have been doing) is slack. I know I'm going to stress tomorrow. Stupid midterms.

Rose (my roomie) wants to be mentioned in this post...she burped and has a headache if she sits down. But when she stands she feels fine. I have checked with her, she is okay with me posting this information.

Rainy Day

Went and spoke to prof man. Apparently I was missing an aspect of the paper requirements...of course, I don't think he clearly expressed that the aspect needed to be included in the paper on the assignment sheet, so I'm not going to kick myself too hard...instead I'm just going to add on to the paper...punishment in it's own right. At least he's accepting revisions.

But considering the fact I was still one of the high grades (with a 3.0), I feel pretty good for me...and bad for everyone else.

Down with the evil grader from poopie-land!

It's raining, it's drizzling, my socks are soaking.

I went to Barnes and Noble. While waiting for my coffee I paged through a book called Sense and Nonsensibility. They had Novel Awards.

Guess who was one of the winners for "best loathsome character whom we love in spite ourselves"!

"God, the Old Testament"

I found that amusing.

Screenwriting went well. But it was long.

The women's retreat for church is this weekend. I think I might go just for tonight.

Bah. Lots of homework.

A Few Encouraging Words

Had a nice little phone chat with both my parents.

In an attempt to encourage me, my father used the phrase "You da Woman."

This from a conservative in his late fifties. It picked up my spirits by way of amusement.

No Class Today

I've found that if I have no structure to my day nothing gets done.

That's not true. I did manage to read 20 pages in Camilla...but considering I need to read over another 40 tonight, that's not saying much.

Most of my day was spent napping and avoiding work. Nap. Nap. Nap.

Hmmm, tomorrow is going to be a busy day.

For the Record, I'm Right and Everyone Else is Wrong

"Think positive" they say. The results will reflect your positive thinking.

WRONG. Have multiple counter examples.

Tried this whole positive confidence thing. Fell flat on my butt. Now am disappointed.

Call me Miss Negativity, but it is best to prepare for the worst.

Revisions. Bah.

I am so rubbing the fact that I'm right in my parents faces. The score is 0 to 2 in my rather unfortunate favor.

First

For the first time all year, I have stayed up later than my roomie.

Victory.

I have spent over $500 in 2 days

Sigh. My savings account is slowely dying.

In other news:


























Some of you may recognize my kitchen somewhere in there.

That's bucky in the middle of the room.

I was struggling to pay attention in class this afternoon. Next week, I'll definitely be bringing the coffee.

Had fun at Kiddie Lit club. I'm going to read for Halloween. I ordered 2 books on pirates and 1 on monsters off of amazon. Should be fun.

While walking home after dark I called my parents. They felt the need to tell me about a MSU student who was attacked and raped while she was walking alone, in the dark, while talking on her cell phone.

I know that they worry because they love me. But sometimes it'd be best if they didn't share their fears with me. Usually, I already know.

Here:




There just wasn't enough Hugh on the page any more.

Well, I'm off to slack and not study; an action I will be certain to regret tomorrow morning when I am quized on the things I didn't study.

Camilla: 27 pages to go for today, 319 pages to finish the book

Not much is going on.

I spent almost 300 dollars yesterday.

I didn't have my first class today, although it's one of my favorite classes, I still enjoy the break.

I spent most of last night slacking. It was an unusual break. I had planned to get ahead and start studying for mid-terms. Yeah, not so much.

Camilla has fried my brain.

Insert Evil Laugh Here

Done! Done! Done!

Evil paper of ickiness is done!

And there's no way I'm editing it tonight.

Ha ha! I'm going to avoid it until tomorrow and no one can stop me. This must be what it feels like to be a super villian. Hee hee hee.

Am slacking until movie time. Nobody can stop me from doing that either, as roomie is asleep.

Victory Danse

The evil paper of ickiness is officially on its seventh page. And I still need to write a conclusion...and research...and edit (A LOT). But the point is, most of the worst part should be over.

I will fight anyone to prove that 6 pages and a paragraph counts as 7 pages.

Usually papers aren't this hard. I guess I psyched myself out with this one. Bah.

Sigh. With all this trouble...how am I ever going to write my 15-20 page paper?

Parents' visit was nice. Sigh. They brought my winter coats. But they also bought me coffee, so all is well.

I'm off to conclude.

Twitch

Five more words added.

I can't take it anymore. It is indeed break time.

Progress, See I'm Still a Good Little Student

At least one more page to go. *twitch twitch* The ideal would be 2 pages. *twitch*

Over 2 pages of B.S. were added within the last hour.

Parents aren't expected for another half an hour. To keep working or to take a break?

Decisions. Decisions.

Procrastination Nation

See my attempt at a rhyming title? Isn't that awesome.

Woke up at 8 AM...very stressed, as I predicted. So, I rolled over, slept until 10. Did my Camilla reading. Wished that the characters could come to life, so I could hit them over the head and scream "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." Sigh. Just another 400 pages to go.

Now I'm avoiding my paper....

I'm excited to see Spiderman 2 tonight. In honor of the occasion, I give you Tobey pictures.






And one of James too, cause he's cool.

Foreshadowed Stress

Have decided not to work for the rest of the night.

I'm going to regret this decision tomorrow. Not only do I have to read 40 pages, write and research the stupid paper that keeps getting more and more evil, but I'm seeing a movie and my parents are visiting.

Yep. I'm going to stress.

WANTED-NEW FRIENDS

Leslie and Britt are forever late.

Rose and I have decided we need new friends...ones that are on time. That or we'll eat their part of the pizza while they watch. One of the two.

Forward Motion

So, I'm not quite half way. And the 3.25 pages I do have suck. But it's progress, right?

I might do more work later tonight. Plus, I need to find more secondary sources.

But that's later tonight. Now there needs to be some fun.

What to Do Now? I Couldn't Possibly Work

Right. The movie is over.

I've changed my clothes.

Checked my e-mail twice.

I could put on make-up.

Sigh.

The time for action has come. So, I'm going to take my lap top into the study lounge. No internet for me.

Work. Work. Work.

Resort to begging.

Please. Please. Don't make me write the evil bad paper. I don't want to do it. Wah! Wah!

Hmmm, I'm hungry...I'll watch a nice long DVD while I eat. Crisis avoided...until later.

Complaining Hour

Okay, so I wrote a decent post...then blogger lost it. I guess that's one more thing to complain about.

Here I go (again):

I really, really, REALLY don't want to work on my evil paper. It's not going well and I know the prof is going to tear it apart.
Plus now that I've been in some creative classes again, I've truly recalled the superiority of fiction writing to that of analytical.

At 9 AM this morning several cars started rhythmically honking their horns. One of the drivers started screaming "wake up!" over and over again. This lasted for about 5 minutes.

I was not amused.

I actually considered running outside in my pajamas and going psychopathic on them. You know, put the fear of a sleep-deprived, angry, white girl into them. (We all know how dangerous my kind can be)

But I assumed they'd be gone the second I was out the door. And as much as I love running down 5 flights of stairs for nothing....

It was only a few seconds after they'd driven away (still honking mind you) that I realized I should have gotten their license plate numbers, as noise violations are a hefty fine here in ol' party central town.

Movie night, tonight! Yeah!

Evil paper that, if I had my way, would never be written. Icky! I say. Very icky.

Now, I "control c" all the text, so that I don't have to type all this for a third time.

Caution Children at Play

Just got back from seeing Twelth Night at Wharton. It was very well done. I love seeing the same actors over and over again year after year...in different roles. It's like our very own acting company.

Plus, being an arts and letters student, I've had classes with at least a couple of them. Plus, there was this one guy, that I totally recognized from somewhere...can't place him. It'll drive me crazy.

Watched part of the debates. Found myself rolling my eyes a lot, but that's just me.


Am so excited. My very own copy of The Princess Bride arrived today. Have already watched part of it.

Oh, Wesley, how I love you.

Suffice to say, I haven't done too much in the way of work today. However, the evil paragraph has managed to turn into an evil page. Half of which will need to be cut or drasticly changed. But that's a crisis for tomorrow. I've decided I'm done for the night. Wee!

Post 307

You're probably wondering why I didn't tell you I'd reached post number 300 and instead waited for 307. Well for some reason, on my computer, blogger stopped counting at 276.

But I'm not at my computer now. I'm at the library. In theory I'm here to work on my evil paper.

I'm not working on the evil paper. The evil paper is living up to the "evil" part of the name and not up to the "paper" part of the name. Right now it's an evil paragraph. A very bad evil paragraph. A bad evil paragraph that can not possibly be introducing 7 yet-to-be-written pages of quality argument.

In short, I'm screwed.

Raise the Roof for a Lack of Classes

I don't 100% agree, but whatever.


You're orange. You're strong and have the reflexes
of a tiger. You're overly protective, and
those skills come in handy... You're a natural
person, with a taste for natural foods (I mean
organic, here.). Well, that's not true.
...Just food in general! You're as
quick-witted as your reflexes, and sometimes
painfully logical. You love wild animals and
pets. (Preferably wild animals!) You're a
natural person, and a true child of Gaia.
You're a stimulating, and outgoing person. You
enjoy making people think, especially with your
infectiously spontaneous attitude. You're a
generally optomistic person, with a love for
showing off all of your good traits. Although
many people may see you as strung-out, or just
plain weird, you're very down-to-earth and
humble. You're incredibly sweet (as this
color's other name!), and you care about people
in general. As this color would describe,
you're energetic beyond all human
comprehension. You've got a nack for drawing,
and you enjoy it, too. When it comes to
school, you're a good listener with an even
better memory. You're studious... At least
when you need to be!

What color are you? (Amazingly detailed & accurate--with pics!)
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I don't have any classes today. In theory it'd be a nice break, but I still have so much work to do it's going to feel like a normal day.

Down with the evil paper and needing to form a new thesis...thus making what I've already written pointless.

And down with very bad Spanish quizes too.

Done?

Have printed 131 pages tonight.

Pets printer. Good boy, Steve. I'll give him some ink later.

Well, as of 5 minutes from now, I will be done with the majority of my application stuff.

I have this irrational fear that something will be lost or sent to the wrong place. The schools will not inform me and then will reject me by default.

Somebody better accept me. *Shakes fist with a passion*

Putting a Nice Spin on Things

It's not that I was made to feel like an idiot today, it's that I learned something new.

I'm a regular ol' spin doctor.

Who's With Me?

The seemingly ever-present panic over grad schools has intensified. I gave one of my prof's my letters of recs forms. That part went fine.

It was the part where he casually mentioned that the schools might not understand the concept of wanting to write children's fiction that got me. Panic sets in.

Nice professor man suggests I send in less child-oriented works to the schools. Panic increases. All of my fiction is child oriented.

So, I've come to a conclusion. Since there are no universities offering an MFA in Creative Writing for Children. I'm going to start my own program and by extension my own university. I'm willing to add a Spanish MFA for Cath and an English minor for Holly. We can hold classes in my basement. We just have to promise to turn off the TV when we hold classes. And I figure, we can live in my basement to simulate the "dorm experience." The only tricky part is not allowing my parents to know we've turned the basement into a worldclass university. Details to be worked out later.

Who's with me?

Gone, Gone in One Instant

So, I was doing the "be a good daughter" thing and called my parents. My mom told me she wanted me to apply for scholarships for study abroad and eventually grad schools. My mood started to drop.

I went and looked at a study abroad scholarship (the only one I seem to qualify for...the downfall of being a senior). There's an essay. None of my grad school essays will fit. Looks like I'll have to write another evil essay within the next couple of weeks.

And POOF the good mood is gone. In an instant. Snap. Wave bye-bye to the happiness. No more light as a feather feeling. Nope. Now there's this dead weight in my middle. I am so tired of essays. BAH!

On the plus side, if I don't get accepted to study abroad...then I won't have to write the essay...but I think going on the trip will out way the stupid essay consequence if I get in.

Well, I guess I'm going to go and do work or something. Bah humbug.

Score One for the Home Team

Have written the first sentence of my evil essay. Here it is:

"Gardens and parks are reoccurring locations throughout Eliza Haywood’s novel The History of Miss Betsy Thoughtless."

Not too shabby. I'm calling myself done for the day. I should probably form a thesis sometime soon. That would prove to be helpful, I'm sure.

Zucchini: The Best Word Ever

Breaded Zucchini for lunch. I am one happy camper.

So Far So Good

Despite yet another stressful nightmare (I think I need to start working out again), it has been a good morning.

So far, I've accomplashed quite a bit. And I don't think I'll have too much work tonight...unless I want to write the evil paper.

But I think my good mood is really due to the fact that I did some writing on my script this morning. It seems that doing some creative writing puts me in a good mood for the day.

Well, I'm off to work...but first I leave you with this:



It's our favoritist movie ever.

Ah, bloody blogger.

Official Slacker Day

In honor for those of us who have at some point worked hard, I name today SLACKER DAY.

As you may be able to tell, I've decided to spend today slacking. Never fear, I'll eventually freak out and do work tonight. But for now, I'm watching a movie.

But while I'm in this mood, I'd like to encourage all of you out there in technology land, to slack. No work for any of us.

Now to celebrate Slacker Day, I bring you Hugh Jackman pictures. *the crowd cheers*





Happy Slacker Day to one and all!

Why it's Good to Keep Your Memory.

Just saw Eternal Sunshine with Leslie. I think I followed it all. My brain only hurt for 2 minutes or so.

I can't believe that movie made an Alexander Pope poem sound cool. None of the poetry I read by him was cool. It was all about criticism, the ancients, and the great chain of being. I obviously missed the class explaining how Pope was interesting.

Now I want to dye my hair. Must resist temptation. That's a road that has lead to some very bad places when I took it before.

Progress

There my second paper is officially started. I even set it up to be double spaced and everything.

One Down. One to Go.

One paper is done. I don't think I have what it takes to start the next one. That's the scary one. I think I'll just put my name in the header, put in some page numbers and consider myself started. It's a plan.

So, I had a fun trek across campus. I was going to send off one of my application and some supplimental info for another one of the schools (it was one of the "online" applications that required a lot of printing). Of course I got there 5 minutes after the post office closed. I could still see a little light under the security grating and everything (But now I will never forget the the Union post office closes at one on Saturdays).
So, I went and bought a sub, so my journey wouldn't have been for nothing.
I then proceeded to leave.
Within the first minute of my long trek back, it hit me. Bam! My roomie works at the post office over the summers. I whip out my cell, which is running low on battery, and I call her. "60 cents." She says. So, I return. I buy stamps from a freaky dispenser...put the envelopes in the slot and was on my merry way.

Wah. I don't want to do anymore work. Can't I go on strike?

Nightmare

Okay, so I had a nightmare last night. It consisted of my mom deciding to go back to school. She then convinced my roomie to secretly leave so that my mom could become my roommate. She proceeded to move things around the apartment, driving me completely bonkers. Then I woke up. The dream totally freaked me out. I gues this means I have issues.

Well, I officially applied to some of the grad schools today. Don't get me wrong, there's still a lot of work, but now it's all on paper.

I am feeling very stressed despite all I accomplished today. It's all because of the two papers from the underworld that won't write themselves no matter how nicely I ask them. Evil papers.

Am also very tired, due to not exactly sleeping well last night.

I had my first screenwriting meeting. Let's just say, my orientation as a writer is very different then the guys I have to work with.