I'll let you borrow my four-leaf clover

2004-12-02 / 3:22 p.m.

Our sturdy heroine chooses to write a quick journal entry during her study break�

While shopping for a gift for the writing center party, I found Twister for way cheap. I bought it, and I propose a jolly round of Twister the next time moderate to heavy amounts of alcohol are being imbibed. Unfortunately, I wasn�t able to procure a companion for the Bison n� son sculpture that I contributed last year. Perhaps it�s better that way, his majestic presence on the W.C. mantle speaks for itself.

The more I listen to One Plus One is One the more I like it. It�s definitely leading the pack as far as car play, as well as researching music for the time being.

We�re trying to rack up body count for the nonfiction reading, so if you live around here, and you�re at all interested, you should come! 4:30, Monday in the lower floor in the dining hall. I really like the majority of stuff that�s being read, and you�ll get to see if I can talk about �uncle Weeb� without laughing. The lineup has been set now, and I�m going last. So, those of you with tight schedules and/or short attention spans should plan for that.

Holy crap, I turn 22 in a week.

Things on my Christmas/Birthday list deemed inappropriate by my mother:
• Marijuana
• Liposuction
• Phillips HeartStart Home Defibrillator (I cheekilly added this to my amazon wishlist).

Okay. Paper now. Last of the minor papers for Spanish. Small victories, I suppose.

One fish, two fish, dead fish, new fish

2004-11-30 / 8:25 a.m.

Yesterday, I read my fish essay aloud in nonfic class. The good news is that my fear that it wouldn�t be funny when read was unfounded; it came across pretty good out loud. The bad news is that reading it went pretty badly. The first time, I started off too fast and mucky, and when I tripped over a word in the second or third sentence, I loosed a very audible �aw fuck.� I began again; it started off all right, but when everyone else started laughing, I kind of lost it. Somewhere around, �What the hell kind of name is Weeb,� I was laughing so hard I had to stop and catch my breath. I have a speaking center appointment today, but I don�t know how much good that�s going to do�after all, what I need for practice is a room full of people laughing at me, not a speaking coach.

Tonight is flute choir concert, and I�m worried that it�s going to be crappy. The practice last night was baaaad, and I have limited time to get my own problems with the music ironed out, and I have no idea if anyone else will put in the effort to do so. Blargho. I can�t stand doing things half assed, so if we do a crappy job, I�m going to be unhappy.

Alas, the slacking must stop here. I have a stupidly busy day.

who am I kidding? i never pick the Almond Joy

2004-11-28 / 9:33 p.m.

Two finals, a short paper in Spanish, a long paper in Spanish, one creative nonfic revision, two foreign policy revisions, a flute choir concert, the reading, and eight applications are all that stand between me and the end of the semester.

Wow. That seemed like less work before I wrote it all down. I think finishing it all will be a prime occasion for drinking, perhaps drinking in excess. I told various members of �Teamy McAwesome� & Co. that I would partake in the drunkenness next time I was invited over. But that�s neither here nor there.

So I�m back at school. Survived thanksgiving, now back at school ready for the final stretch of the semester. I think my Spanish grade is a lost cause, but my new obsession is getting an A in foreign policy.
Meh. I sat down to write a legitimate entry (as opposed to a bastard one?) but now all I feel like doing is finishing House of the Spirits before bed. Oh well, the gender roles constructed by western society say that women are prone to changing their mind all the time, right? So I suppose that vindicates me. Not unlike the subjects of the Mounds/Almond Joy commercials who sometimes �feel like a nut,� and other times do not, I feel it�s okay to change my mind from time to time. Though I have to say, when given the choice, I�ll almost always go for the Mounds�which is, incidentally, delicious.

Oh, and I think I�m going to try and be less annoying. Tell me if I succeed.

oh! oh! Oh! Also, e-mail me your mailing address so I can send out CHRISTMAS CARDS. Do it, or pay the price�I�m serious. If you�re reading this, you�re probably worth the handful of minutes and 37 cents the endeavor requires.

Thanksgiving a la Em

2004-11-26 / 2:09 p.m.

Aaaaaaand the break begins. er, began since I�m writing Thursday night/Friday. Ohmygawd, sweet ducks. There�s a Futurama on Adult Swim that I�ve never seen! Furthermore, it�s about the crew finding the �Lost City of Atlanta.� (Atlanta moved to be an island in the ocean to increase tourism, overdeveloped, and sunk into the ocean). It�s both sweet and awesome to see one�s city animated on television�Anyway, on the update:

Wednesday was filled with lots of Roger before he went on his hajj to Ohio. In between my morning does of Roger, lunch with Roger, and the evening of watching Venture Brothers (incidentally, I show I�m pretty impressed with) with Roger, I embarked on my mission of finding clothes. Suffice it to say, I didn�t find anything, and in the end, the act of shopping seems simply a precursor to driving around crying and lamenting my body. BALALLAAAARRGH. My time with Roger kept me from fixing cyanide for dinner.

Speaking of notable meals today was Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is a stupid holiday. It definitely ranks in the top five worst major holidays (Thanksgiving, Valentine�s Day, President�s day, Columbus day, and Thanksgiving again�just for good measure). Dinner was good, though my favorite holiday dish�cranberry relish�was absent this year, as I think I�m the only one left who prefers it to the can-shaped cranberry goo that�s ubiquitous at family thanksgiving dinners. I read House of the Spirits with the din of Harry Potter in the background. Nice to see my relatives though for sure. It's a shame I don't go visit my aunt and uncle more often, as they live so close.

(Friday) Hey, way to go consumer culture via the retail industry. Your promotion of the day after Thanksgiving as the biggest shopping day of the year has lead to malls opening at 5:00 am. Consequently, my mother got up to get ready for work at about 3:00 am. Not used to the noise, I too awoke at 3:00am after having been asleep about an hour. I tried to play waking up as a show of solidarity, but she wasn�t buying it.

I�m here now about to embark on finishing the lameass personal statements. So far today. I�ve gone back to bed, gotten up again, eaten too much, fed Roger�s cats, and used the lame satellite gym here at TheCollege to pedal to nowhere while reading aforementioned book.

I guess that�s it. I guess I didn�t really have anything to say in the first place, but I was trying to kill time and get out of my cranky mood before I try to write personal statements or work on my nonfiction essay. Oh, and speaking of, I�ve now completed my mental 180: I whole-heartedly do not want to do the nonfiction reading. The idea of standing in front of a crowd of peers, professors, and assorted loved ones in ill-fitting clothes reading a mediocre essay makes me want to curl up and die.

The pre-teen fashion magazine made me do it! ::sob::

2004-11-22 / 9:59 p.m.

My nails needed trimming, and that terrible, practically indelible, gold nail polish needed to come off my toenails. It had been there since black cat, and was looking very sad. That, paired with broken toenails resulting from ballet and general everyday spazery had put my feet in an ugly place. While watching Le Corsaire for my ballet class presentation, I got bored and decided that nail polish was a suitable side task for during the ballet. I painted my fingernails a truly heinous shade of bubblegum pink. A shade of pink that no one over the age of 12 has any business wearing. The toenails are worse: robin�s egg blue with chrome tips. Sweet crap, it�s like I�m channeling the discontented spirit of a gaudy pre-teen.

In the nonfiction public reading race, it�s neck and neck between the essay about my dad (which needs a snappy title) and Not Another Fish Story �or� The Twelve that Got Away (henceforth NAFS-o-TTtGW, which isn�t a whole lot shorter). �Brave New McWorld� was voted off the island today in class. Monday, I�m making the class suffer through my reading of both. Interested parties should cast their votes and dispense advice in the comment section, as I�m desperate for input. Once I have that settled, my next task is to find something to wear to said reading that won�t make me feel terribly self conscious�maybe a paper bag over my head will play into the mix�no se. Ohhh, also, I�m curious about who�s coming�.can I get a show of hands who will be there? It�s Monday the 6th of December at 4:30 pm.

random, poor quality images

2004-11-21 / 7:05 p.m.

Current whiteboard doodle

Goodmorning, treadmill

Pretty roses from Roger

Roger's eyes are absurdly blue

Mine are quite brown

Blaaargh. This isn't a real update.

evidence of a mood disorder?

2004-11-19 / 9:43 a.m.

It�s such a ridiculously beautiful day outside that I can almost forget that I�m on the cusp of failing a math test. The leaves on campus are gorgeous colors, the sky is clear, the temperature isn�t too cold. Just lovely. Weather this nice makes me irrational exuberant. I found myself returning from the gym with a mix of bouncy walking and clumsy Pas de bourr�e. I said �hi� to a squirrel. Most of you know what a grouchy bitch I am normally, and probably how stressful this week has been, and how terrible it�s going to continue to be; so this kind of behavior before 7:30 am is really quite a testament to how nice it was outside.

Latest Revision

2004-11-17 / 5:58 p.m.

I uploaded my newest nonfic revision here. I'm kind of dissapointed with it.

I come across better on paper

2004-11-16 / 8:10 a.m.

The nonfiction reading is going to destroy my writing, and I worry that the flute concert is going to have poor attendance. :( If you want to come to either, they�re 12/6 and 11/30 respectively.

A co-worker sent out a short survey the other day, asking for everyone�s favorite and least favorite words. While I change my mind on this a lot (even since I originally answered the e-mail), I�m going to go with �scintillating� as my favorite and �debris� as my least favorite.

I had a meeting with the advisor yesterday, which made the whole day 23% better. I heart my advisor profoundly, and that makes me terrible, terribly, geeky. The meeting was for her to check up on my personal statements, I�ll get her opinion on them Wednesday. I�m so eager for her approval it�s sad. I also showed her the McDonald�s essay�.the thing about approval goes for that too.

Okay. Time to finish my revision for today. Chau.

next stop: best seller list

2004-11-14 / 6:00 p.m.

oh heh. Forgotten about this one, though in writing it down, I see that it looses some humor in print. No matter. Anyway...So Friday night I was moderately discontented and went off wandering to collect my thoughts. I was idling in the Barnes & Noble in May'retta, browsing titles and gloomilly sucking on a coffe, when I found this gem. Oh, the life lessons I learned from The O'Reilly Factor for Kids : A Survival Guide for America's Families. I laughed myself silly. Honestly, some of the stuff in there is just as absurd as you would think. It really is geared toward teenagers! You show me a kid that read this without being threatened into it, and I'll show you an adolescent that is probably socially inept.

�Qu� representa la muerte de los gatitos?

2004-11-14 / 4:36 p.m.

I should be writing a better update soon. I�m kind of bogged in schoolwork right now, but it won�t last forever. Justifying this particular study break on account of having constructed an outline decent enough that it should fall into a paper�.that means I can put off finishing it for a few more hours, maybe tomorrow.

In the coming weeks, I�ll be producing my final three revisions, so I should have three mediocre-yet-improved essays here for your reading pleasure�.probably the mega-extended �childhood anecdote� entry that turned into a character sketch about my father, a random bit of garbage about Myakka city, and a more polished version of �Not another Fish story or the Twelve that Got Away.� Still, I can�t deprive my loving fan base of another entry any longer. Therefore, I presented a hackneyed, ADHA, segmented review of the past week or so:

The Good:
• Though it doesn�t sound very good, I assure you that it simplified my life significantly now that my mother and I have decided not to do anything for Thanksgiving. She has to get up insanely early for work the next day, so she doesn�t really want to go do the whole relatives thing. Not that I don�t like my relatives, but being in a house with my aunt and uncle and their kids, and their kid�s kids is a little much. Not to mention that the seemingly obligatory gluttony of Thanksgiving isn�t all that enjoyable for me.
• I went to talk to career planning, and the perpetually over-optimistic counselor not only loved my personal statements, but seemed convinced that I would be a good candidate for a job available at the consulting firm where her son works. I thought about it for awhile, even though it�s unlikely that it will come to any sort of fruition. I decided that for a good enough starting salary, I�d be totally willing to put off grad school for a few years, and I�d give working for a firm that represents big, evil, multinationals a chance. So I�m going to do the job search thing too. For as little as I know about applying to grad school, I know less about applying for jobs. Wish me luck.
• Spent Saturday night in Athens with Roger. I enjoyed existing with Roger, liked the friends of his I met, but still maintain that Athens sucks, and I don�t want to live there.

The Bad:
• Those awesome personal statements I wrote? Yeah. They�re really well written, but might not be the kind of statement the schools I�m applying to are looking for. If I have to scrap them after the absurd amount of work put into them, something is going to get broken out of misdirected rage.
• I went clothes shopping yesterday, as I�m too fat for all my jeans and I don�t have anything that I want to wear to the nonfiction reading. It was hell. I found nothing satisfactory to wear to the nonfiction reading, and furthermore, my newly found excess weight seems to have made me more oddly proportioned, resulting in my inability to find anything that fit and didn�t look preposterous.
• My Spanish essay on Camila is harder than I thought it would be. Not only does it suck, but I�m tired of thinking about such a depressing movie.
  

The Cringe-worthy:
• I just figured out how long it�s been since I�ve changed my sheets, washed my jeans, or cleaned the dishes.
• Finals loom on the horizon. So does Christmas. So does 6 weeks at home. Unnnngggg.
• Informal poll on Joe�s Livejournal revealed the 76.2% of poll takers were more affected by the death of Dave Thomas (of Wendy�s fame) than of Arafat.

rage:
• Friday afternoon, I totally watched this super skinny hott asian girl devour a pint of Ben & Jerry�s.
• extra flute choir rehearsal this week.
• I have a group project to do. Group work = punishment.