The Importance of Checking Your E-mail

Fun class was canceled. Poor cool Professor man is sick. Wah.

Glad I checked e-mail. Because waiting in a class for 30 minutes for a prof to show is SO much fun. I might have even gotten work done. But this way, I avoid all that craziness by staying in my dorm and slacking. She said, only half-jokingly.

Since the topic of this post is e-mails (not that I ever pay too close of attention to the topics)here's a short (boring) e-mail story. I e-mailed all the profs I'm having write my letters of recommendation a reminder about some of my applications being due to the grad schools soon. The prof I had class with yesterday said "thanks for the e-mail," then kindly asked me to send out another reminder next week. You know, several days before 1/2 of all the letters are due! Clearly, I should not be concerned about getting accepted/rejected to universites. My concern should be whether I'll even considered since all my applications will be incomplete due to lack of letters from profs. Everybody roll your eyes at the evil professor man.

As we all (should) know, I'm not the most obvious person when it comes to being annoyed and sending a message to those who annoy me. I'm all about the subtle. I think one of my friends is using the same tactic with me...but then again, it could be I'm on my wavelength over here and am misreading her actions. Whatever. Either way, will attempt to be good friend and make it up to her. Go team.

Magic 8 Action

Almost forgot to mention....

Was at B&N (of course) with parents.

I was showing my dad the Series of Unfortunate Events Magic Eight Ball. He asked it if his daughter (me) would obtain her (my) Ph.D. The answer: Tragically so.

I was amused.

Post Turkey Break Post

I like breaks. They are very good things. It was good to be home.

Advantages to being home:
-no caf food
-parents waking me up by giving me starbucks coffee
-theater perfect for DVD watching goodness
-construction which means, for the time being, you can eat anywhere because there is no actual kitchen or dining room
-being with friends/family/cat
-holiday marathons on TV channels I don't get at school

Disadvantages to being home:
-waking up at 6 AM/7 AM/8 AM/9 AM because parents make WAY too much noise (my mother would be the worst roommate ever)
-being cold because parents don't like the heat as much as you do
-my mother stole my towel

At least the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

I did absolutely no work over the break. For the first 2 days, I didn't because it was my "fun time." I was planning to start in on Friday. But, Friday morning, my mild cold turned into something much more evil. And I couldn't possibly work with my head all muddled. Nope. Saturday I did enough work in 30 minutes to passify THE VOICE that always tells me to do work, but I also managed to excite THE VOICE that says my work is going to take much longer than I thought.

Have decided to slack for rest of night (Yeah good fun!).

Am uber-excited. Have actual fruit in fridge.

Tea for 2

Green Tea...
You are Green Tea!
Strong and very smart you prefer peace to violence
and very rarely take action if it involves
confrontation. But you make up for this with
your keen insight and understanding of the
world and people around you, you have a very
mysterious nature. Many people see you as laid
back and that may be true but you are very
intelligent and make good decisions.


What type of Tea are you? {-With Anime Pictures!-}
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Good Morning

Weird dreams last night. I don't remember one. It immediately drained away after it woke me up. I'm assuming that was an internal defense mechanism to prevent me from freaking myself out.

My other dream involved one of my classes acting out Hamlet. It was not an impressive version. In fact some of the props used were downright scary. *shudders* Plus the plot we acted out in no way reflected the actual play. If I go to class tonight and Shakespeare is in any way mentioned, I'm going to be disturbed.

138 pages to go for this afternoon. I'm thinking I'm not going to make it.

Thank goodness for my lack of studiousness and that I'm going home tonight. The one class that was still actually being held tomorrow was just canceled. Now I will miss absolutely nothing and won't have to contimplate my downfall from overachieving.

Has this day turned into a good one?

I don't undersand. I will never understand. Evil-Prof-Man is beyond my comprehension.

I put forth effort in a paper, talk to him about my topic, do an all around kick-butt job and I get a bad grade.
Then I get mad at the class and Evil-Prof-Man...give him the title of Evil-Prof-Man, and avoid my second paper at all cost. I don't discuss the second paper with him. In fact I avoid the man all together. I finish writing the paper 2 days before it's due (very unlike me) and I learn from Leslie my super-editor-friend that the paper is "not at the usual Shel level." I agree, but am too irritated with the class to make changes. I hand in sucky paper. (Seriously! This is the worst paper I've written in my college career) Evil-Prof-Man gives me a 4.0 and the comment "effective, thoughtful analysis." Huh.

Now don't think for a second I'm going to change the prof's title to something like happy-nice-4.0-giving-prof-man. I'm not that easily swayed. I think I'm going to have to give him suspicious looks from now on. Clearly Evil-Prof-Man cannot be trusted. Narrows eyes at the man.

So, here's my approach for the final:
a) No studying
b) No preparing of any sort
c) No doing the reading
d) Consider showing up for the test an hour late.
I'm thinking that's the way to ensure a good grade.

I have coffee. I heart coffee. The extra caffeine running through my veins makes it easier to ignore the tickle in my throat.

Still need to read 200 pages and form a thesis by tomorrow. But don't I deserve a celebratory 4.0 watch DVDs for hours session? I think just maybe. *grins evilly*

It's all okay

It doesn't matter that I can feel myself getting sick.

It doesn't matter that I yet again have caused myself to have to read over 200 pages by tomorrow afternoon.

It doesn't matter that I might get my horrible paper back today (Please dear God no!).

They had veggie hotdogs in the caf AND this morning I saw a guy with a Modest Mouse patch on his bag. I almost asked him if he was considering marriage as an option at this point in his life.

All is okay in the world.

Plus, on a UBER-COOL note: Screw Wednesday classes and the 15-20 page paper I have yet to think of a thesis for. I think I'm going home tomorrow night. Woo-baby.

Clutches Head and Screams

Have been working on script for past hour. It's fun and I'm literally a page or 2 away from finishing, but I just can't take it any more.

That's right friends, it is yet again break time. Let's just not think too long and hard on the fact that most of the day was spent as a break. (I'm going to have my work cut out for me tomorrow)

That is all.

Look, It's Me Again:

I'm Such a Bore

There's a lack of action over here.

I had no classes yesterday, so I spent most of the day napping/slacking. On the plus, I did about an hour of hardcore work.

I was very good today. Spanish class was fun. We got the prof off topic and we discussed English dialects; particularly the use of ya'll, you guys, youse, etc. It was amusing.

Prof Lady: It just makes sense. How do we make the plural in English? Add s.

Prof Lady writes "youse" on the board.

Prof Lady: Perfect. Logical.

It might not seem funny to you. But I was very entertained. She's an amusing lady.

I did the Starbucks thing again. This time around, it was even more Christmassy...not only did I have my beloved peppermint mocha, but there were decorations up and Christmas music was playing. (Not to mention the fact that part of my slacking yesterday included watching Love Actually) Good time. I even did work...but eventually got too twitchy. Then I just let my eyes roam the room, focusing on something different every 5 seconds as I swung my leg back and forth. Coffee hyperness=good fun.

After that, it was off to screenwriting. Yet another good time. Sigh. I'm sad that the group is only going to meet one more time. I'll miss the boyz. They always manage to make jokes. If only we could do this independent study again next semester...but at least one of the boyz of graduating. Pht. Why'd he have to go and do that?

Oh, I did more work tonight. I'm so proud. It's kind of sad...but the more productive I am, the better I feel. I shouldn't operate that way, but at the same time, it's nice to finally feel better after being unhappy for several weeks now.

Modest Mouse has my heart. Am currently listening to "Dirty Fingernails."

I Predict Today Will Be Bad

Had the freakiest dream ever in the history of the universe. If I ever wanted to write a horror novel, I now have the plot.

Am screwed when it comes to paper that is due today. It is BAD. But the prof didn't like a "good" paper. So maybe this will be a step up.

This is me:

Break Time

I'll have you know, I've been a very good student today. With all the slacking this weekend I pretty much had to be. Not only did I write an evil paper, I also did some reading and got to page 80 in my screenplay. It's ready for the climactic scene. The rest of the writing should be easy as I've had most of it swirling around my head for several weeks now.

Now all I have to do is read 200 pages for tomorrow night and I'll be all set. *rolls eyes*

I feel another head ache setting in. Must cling to the thought that I get to sleep in tomorrow.

Not sure if I'm up for retyping the huge long post I wrote earlier today. So, here's the cliff notes version that I expect only I will be able to comprehend. Cool points if you follow!

Hazelnut Latte: Yum.

Ballet: Heart sleeping beauty. Good costumes and set. Not so much liking act three...plot over. Stick with dialogue. It's what I like.

This weekend: GRE. Shop. Hang out with friends. Dad call. Yet again have clear proof that he is the source of all my neurocies. Slack. Slack. And more slacking.

Spanish class: Neighbor-friend attacked by bug-like-thing from the Cretacious Period. Smoosh. Tenticaled-bug-thing missing. Wiggle foot. Stifle laugh. Amusement in the front row under the prof's nose. Eep.

More GRE details: Feel certain got at least 10 questions right...out of 230. Worst case scenario score: -45 points. Go me!

Library Time

Had long entry. Now it's gone. It's my own fault. Bah humbug.

Problem

Seriously ya'll.

I can't bring myself to do any work.

And I KNOW I'm not going to do work after my brain dies while taking the GRE. And Sunday I'm ballet bound.

I predict a major freak out in the not so distant future.

Scientific Conclusion

Hmmmm, took a break from work and head ache disippated. Have I become allergice to work over the past week of slacking?

I think so. Therefore, no paper writing for me.

Sense and Sensibility

I was really good last night. My slacking streak was finally over and I got some work done. (It seemed like a lot, compared to the bare minimum I had been doing) I have aims to continue with my return to studiousness tonight. However, the plans are being impeded upon by a little thing I have named "Super headache." It hurts. It hurts. I'm waiting to a Greek goddess to come bursting forth from my head. Ow.

Things were going much better earlier today. I spent some time at Starbucks (The pepperment mocha is highly recommended). I read some of Sense and Sensibility. Surprisingly, I'm having trouble getting through the book. I blame it on the fact that everytime I start to read, I get a strong urge to watch the movie.

And today when I was reading/thinking about the movie, I was caught by the Christmas spirit. How, you might ask? Well, I was thinking about Hugh Grant as Edward and comparing it to his role in Love Actually. (I know most of you will be surprised that I wasn't thinking about my precious Alan Rickman, but what can I say? I was reading a passage about Edward) Then I remembered that Love Actually is in fact a Christmas movie. I took a sip of the seasonal pepperment mocha and bam it hit me: Thoughts of winter and Christmas accompanied by excitement.

Sigh. I really don't want to get up early to take the Lit GRE tomorrow. Along those lines, I don't really want to take the Lit GRE at all. Must cling to the thought that only one of the schools I'm applying to cares about this what-will-surely-be-a-low-score and it isn't even one of the universities I'm favoring at the moment. I'd even consider backing out of taking it and saying, "screw you prestigious university, I don't even want to go to you anyway," but the stupid test costs about $130 and I love my father too much to have him lose all that money.

Good, bad or ugly, I'm going shopping at Urban Outfitters after I finish the exam. I've been holding on to a gift certificate since my birthday and I just can't take it any more. But I think 4 months is my new all time record to have money burning a hole in my pocket.

Surprise! You Have a Final Exam Today! Smile!

That's right. I had a final today in my fiction class. Didn't know about it until prof-man announced it at the beginning in class. Wasn't in the syllabus. The prof is not normal, so much of the class laughed and assumed he was joking. Until he said start writing.

What was the final on, you ask? Well, we had to write about our desks. Describe what was on/in it. This is especially exciting for my kind: The organized clutter people. I had fun going into detail. 2 and a half handwritten pages all about my desk.

I heart that class. I heart that class strongly. If/when I grow up, I want to be a fun professor like him. Glad I'm working with him next/supposedly-this-semester for my story. I can't read the man's handwriting when he attempts to give me feedback, but it's fun none the less.

Working Title

Really, I'm slacking way too much. I must do work...starting tomorrow.


"You must remember this, a kiss is still a
kiss". Your romance is Casablanca. A
classic story of love in trying times, chock
full of both cynicism and hope. You obviously
believe in true love, but you're also
constantly aware of practicality and societal
expectations. That's not always fun, but at
least it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazis
get you down too much.


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Omg you are a little kid... thats right a kid a
child lets say from 4 to 12 years old. Maybe
you are not this age but YOU SURE ACT LIKE
IT... You like to do things the way a little
kid and also think like one too :)


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Dumb Luck

Well, I'm uber-glad I slacked all yesterday and didn't study for my Spanish quiz. The prof talked too long and the quiz was postponed until Friday. Just think, I coulda wasted my time studying for nothing.

;)

Time flies when you're slacking.

Rose: I'm Really Tired and I Want to Go to Bed Right Now, But Instead I have to Walk all the Way Over to East Holmes. And You Can Kiss My Butt. &...

Saw Ray with the girlies this weekend. I really didn't know what they'd gotten me into when I realized that Jamie Foxx was in it. I was really surprised at how well he did. I also liked the way that the film was structured. Awww, look at me talk about movies. Obviously spending 1-2 hours with screenwriters every 2 weeks is taking its toll. How will I deal when I have to hang out with them for every week next semester?


So look what came up on the first page when I searched google for pictures from the movie Ray:

Oh is there anything Google can't find? Time to delete that pic off my computer.


Well, given the severe lack of homework I did over the weekend, I anticipated dying under today's work load. So, I was mildly freaked out when I managed to finish all my work before 1 PM. Then realization hit: No grad class this week...that's why I was already done. I'm not sure if I can deal with the whole actually having time to slack thing. Oh who am I kidding, I can deal. Not only did I wander around Barnes and Noble, briefly speak to a church buddie, do tonight's homework for evil criticism class (Freud, I just have trouble believing him, when I know how much cocaine went up his nose) and started writing my paper for said evil class (I'm now have a paragraph...but it sucks), plus I even had time to go to the used book store and spend $24.54. But never fear, starting tomorrow, it's back to the reading.

My New Kitchen

P.S. 5 cool points if you can find Bucky!

Update

Yesterday was very nice. Due to a lack of classes, I decided to slack and have fun. My plan went swimmingly. I did some fun reading. Took a nap, just because I felt the tiniest bit tired. All around relaxing.

Today was a little crazier. I did the class thing. I also had to do the year book picture thing. It scared me. It really scared me. I think the cause is the combination of the following:
a) Haven't actually had a typical year book picture taken since junior year of high school. That seems forever ago.
b) I can't remember....
c) Oh Yeah! I DO remember. They only take pictures of SENIORS. Meaning people who are graduating. Meaning me. It kind of hit me. I'm grad-U-a-tate-ting...eventually. Woah.
d) I only received the e-mail about pictures last night. It was very short notice.

After that it was on to a study session with Britt at the library. It was more of a catch up session, since we hadn't seen each other in forever ever. Plus, I had a huge coffee and became very twitchy.

Hmmm, lots of homework for the weekend. Poopie. Especially since I have so many fun things planned.

Brief Note

A little something I need to occassionally remind myself of from house church:

God managed to create the heavens and the earth. I think He can handle controlling my life.

In other news, my freaking out really amuses roomie. Now she goes out of her way to freak me out. I'm glad she's having fun.

Refrain

Slack Slack Slack cha Slack Slack Slack avoid work Slack Slack Slack cha!

Well, I'm having fun.

Hmmmm, I was going to post about something, but I can't remember what.

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Oh well. Any-hoo, I'm having fun over here. Not eating healthy. Not working. Good times. Now if only I didn't have to go to class tonight and get assigned a very bad paper from the very bad prof. If only.

Is it sad that this is my idea of being wild and crazy? I think maybe.

Note Worthy Day

I shake my head at Ohio. Thank goodness I didn't apply to any schools in THAT state.

Rose and I have decided our dorm room is its own country. Nothing against democracy, but our country is a communist one.

Everyone take out your calanders. Under today write "Shel had no homework and therefore didn't know what to do with herself." Yeah! No work. Of course that will all change by tonight. But for the moment, I just can't decide between going back to bed or watching a DVD. Decisions.

I know! I'll rant in my journal WHILE watching a DVD. Then I'll nap. Look at my ability to decide/plan/stratigize. I could SO lead the army of my very small communist country. Roomie has agreed to by being the "war leader" with a decisive "mmmm, k." But I guess since we're the only two members/only 2 people the country has room for, I'll have to order her around. She won't like that. Hmmm. There's a flaw in the system.

P.S. at no time/place/etc will my dorm room communist country ever commit a violent act against anyone. Well, possibly against our suitemates. But even these acts wouldn't be violent...they would be passive aggressive and would be acts of retaliation. Cause they have it coming.

Incoherent mumbling ending now.

Feeeeeeelings. Talking about Feeeeeeeelings.

No fiction class on Thursday. -----Feel glad for the lack of getting up. Sad for the lack of fiction in my life.

No grad class next week. ----Major-high-score-happy-points all around. No having to read 60-70 pages/day to prepare for class makes me want to jump for joy.

Feeling irritated by others' ability to openly express opinions while I must always resort to my subtle hints. Then get mad when people don't notice subtle hints. I'm such a girl.
I might try not being subtle later...when I have time to deal with the consequences/responses.

Feel really guilty over suitemate situation. May have to surrender/show mercy (oxymoron?). But will wait for roomie to get home to discuss it first.

I want a sticker that says that I voted. Absentee people get nothing...except a really skinny pencil to fill out our ballet. I'll settle for a cool pin of some sort.

To celebrate election day, I put my personal poster of the Vice President that says "Im'ma eat yur babies! Grrrr!" on my door. Am very excited that no one has stolen it.

I think presentation went okay.

Politically charged profs shouldn't assign quizes for the day after the election. Clearly it isn't fair.

Sorority Boys

I-za bad student. I-za watch a bad movie.

Hee hee hee

No way of knowing where good mood came from. Just enjoy it while it lasts.

More Hugh for all to enjoy:

Amuse Me

I'm bored. I don't want to do work. Someone amuse me.

Not too much happened today.

I get extra bonus points for going to my criticism class. I'm still mad about my bad grades. I really wanted to skip. But about an hour before I had to leave for class, I dropped my pen from a few feet up in the air and it landed on the part of my paper that said "no skip" so I took that as a message from God that I should go. It was fun. The prof was late so a bunch of us complained about our grades for 10 minutes or so. It was the typical complaints, "I've never gotten grades this low before" etc. Nice to know I won't get lonely in my sinking, broken-down, tug boat.

Ohhh, today they had surveys in the caf. Way exciting and fun. I wish they did them every week. Not only did I get to be all sarcastic and funny with roomie, but I also got a bag of peanut m&m's out of the deal. Major score action. WE WANT OUR CNN!

I have to give a major bad presentation manana. Not very exciting at all. But after speaking with the prof I can't help but feel at least one of my questions should kick some major butt. Now all I need to do is write the actual presentation part. I'm trying not to stress about it. I know I don't listen TOO hard when anyone else is going, I can only hope they give me the same (dis)respect.

Hmmmm, first strike against the gross bathroom sharers, also called the neighbors, seems to have backfired. Our attempt to make them clenly and responsible has only turned them more disgusting. Back to the drawing board.