Saturday, May 31, 2008

More LSAT Goodness

I was seized with a burst of industriousness (is that even a word?) today and actually took the LSAT diagnostic test that I was unable to complete yesterday because I vomiting in fear.

And well, it was hard and boring.

I scored 152 out of 180, which is abysmally low if it was an actual score, but in the top half of percentile rankings. Because I'm crazy, I went online and discovered that this score is actually enough to get me into the school I want to go to. Not bad for sitting on my bed not even trying. Also got a little bit bored with all the alien questions (Seriously, there was a lot of scenarios involving aliens, and no, I don't know why.) and started just filling in dots. I did turn off my iPod, but that was as close to the apparently all-important "actual test conditions" as I was going to get. My time was decent too, I did the whole thing in about an hour and twenty minutes, so I had an hour of time left.

All of this, of course, means nothing. Because I'm not going to law school, I'm going to get an MA in history, but I'm ignoring that.

Next week we'll get to the GRE test. This will be accompanied by more fear heaving and probably some tears because this will actually impact my life and NO ONE WILL LOVE ME IF I'M NOT SMART.

Oh the fun we shall have.


What else did I do today? Um, there was coffee. And I straightened my hair (Update: It will be cut and styled next Saturday. Yay!), which was massive amounts of fun and served only to exacerbate my already cramped neck after the whole test thingy.

Wow. This was ridiculously exciting. Aren't you thrilled you know me?

Friday, May 30, 2008

Legally Blonde Did Not Prepare Me For The Real World

The LSATs?

Fuggin' hard, y'all.

It's LSAT week here in my self-imposed Summer of Crazed Studying For Tests I Won't Take For a Year, and DAMN.

In Legally Blond, Elle idly read the prep book on the the stairmaster, and then flounced off to take them, received her insanely high scores and got engaged on the same night.

I read several sample questions and got dizzy. Also started to cry a little when "Put self out of misery with board-approved #2 pencil" was not one of the multiple choice answers. I was told that my background in logic and the fact that I'm an "algebra" person (As opposed to those wacky, spatially-oriented geometry types. I prefer to trip over my shoes, but apparently I score higher on standardized tests.) would make things easier. Ha. I disagree.

This test (remember, this TEST I'M ONLY TAKING FOR FUN AND HOW THE FREAKING HELL AM I THE ONLY ONE IN THIS FAMILY NOT ELIGIBLE FOR PSYCHOTROPIC DRUGS?!?!?!) is also administered under third-world conditions, where you're holed up in a room for five hours with three pencils (not mechanical) and a solitary tampon.

No. I'm serious. You can bring pencils and a feminine hygiene product. I'm guessing some girl put herself through law school, realized she was $200,000 in debt and probably didn't even want to be a lawyer in the first place, and decided to feign toxic shock syndrome and sue the administrators of the test.

Hey. That actually sounds like a plan.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

I swear, American Idol really doesn't have that much to do with my life.

It just so happens that tonight, both my topics are related.

Shall we get the whole Clay Aiken having a baby thing out of the way? Because I'm startled and confused and slightly nauseated by this. The wording of the article is slightly ambiguous, but I'm pretty sure that they're not actually together. Most likely because she has girl parts.

So yeah. Clay Aiken is reproducing with the 50-year-old sister of David Foster. I believe the four horsemen should be arriving next week sometime?

My second link is really the second video found here, where the little Entertainment Weekly staffer tells David Cook about her dream where they were making out, and then her Entertainment Weekly partner has to pull her off him and go, "Hey, I like your wedding ring!" I laughed and I laughed.

And agreed. I love him to death. He should release an album quickly, because I would so buy it. Like the real one, not steal a complimentary copy from work and copy it into my library, but a real plastic CD and all. He's adorable. I want to have his babies.

And pssh, no, Time of My Life is not the most played song on my iPod yet. That would be weird.

ETA: Another album I'm buying a real copy of? Coldplay's newest, only because of the cover art, one of my favorite paintings ever. Delacroix's Liberty Leading the People, from 1830. I could also tell you that Liberty is a symbolic representation indicating the political culture of the time, and that she was portrayed as topless to invoke the classical goddesses from ancient times, or that the color pallet was muted to make the red of the French flag stand out more, framing the above mentioned symbolic figure. But you probably don't want to know that.

I would like to know why they used this painting, along with very French themes (at least in Viva La Vida) with a Spanish title that is actually the title of a Frida Kahlo work. It makes very little sense.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

I'll look like a huge, puffy, marshmallow virgin.

I don't like summer. I hate being hot, I hate the humidity that does ungodly awful and unnatural things to my hair, and I really, really hate beign forced to give up my flattering sweaters and peacoat for short sleeves.

But I actually went shopping today, and managed to spend a hundred dollars and find several items that didn't make me want to retch at the sight of myself, so that was a success, I suppose. And my mom was able to come with me, which was lovely and fun. When I shop alone I get depressed and end up convinced that nothing looks good so I waste an hour, get really sad, and then come home with nothing. It is not a pleasant experience.

Several of the items that were left in the store were white dresses. This further enforced the idea I already had that I will never, ever look good in a white wedding dress. This is rather depressing as I am one of approximately three women in the United States who are fully capable of wearing white on their wedding days, and dammit, I want to be able to wear white!

I suppose it's a good thing I have found someone to design my dress. He's got his work cut out for him.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008


Because my own life? Not so interesting.

Will Smith says divorce is not an option. Aside from the laughable idea that anyone would want to divorce Will Smith, I'll bet not. Jada scares me, frankly.

Please God, let them not collaborate. I'm getting From Justin to Kelly hives just thinking about it.

Let the self-loathing begin now. I had a list like that once, but it was books to read before I was 20. And now I'll be 21 in a few months, and I still haven't read Dostoevsky's The Crime and Punishment but I can quote Bridget Jones' Diary (both of them) on command. *sigh*

I realize it's The Onion but the parallels to my life, where I make coffee every 90 minutes and go home alone are startling. And depressing.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Memorial Day

Perhaps? When I was watching the Memorial Day concert last night I should have been thinking more than, "Joe Mantegna! Can you tell me who's car that was!?!?!?! I need to know!"

I did laugh a little because it was exactly like Wednesday night on CBS, but, you know, with fewer dead hookers.

Then I got really sad when they did the yearly Charles Durning montage, discussing all the crap he went through in WWII, like D-Day, The Battle of the Bulge, and then dealing with concentration camps. I felt really guilty about leaving to refresh my drink and get more taco salad during his acceptance speech at the SAG awards. I've never had to clean up after Hitler.

But then I saw this and it cheered me up.

more cat pictures

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Your Majesty,

Hi! You don't know me, but I really want to marry your grandson. See, I'm going to be ridiculously overeducated and yet unprepared for any real job involving real skills in the real world. We'd be perfect for each other!

(Except that religion thing. As much as I long to be consort, I'm not willing to damn my immortal soul. And one of those pesky little automatic excommunication thingies? Is rejecting the Church. Along with abortion and absolving your partner in sins against chastity. As I have not had an abortion or been ordained recently, this is pretty much the only one I have to watch out for. We'll talk, okay?)

And I'd just like you to know that I would never sell my wedding pictures, thus embarrassing you and your family. Please. I barely want to look at them. I'd prefer to remember it as a happy day. See? Look how well this would all work out. William can contact me through this blog.

Thank you, and have a lovely day.



P.S. Please ignore the profanity and questionable topics discussed here. Youthful indiscretions. I promise you, there are no pictures of anyone sucking on my toe *cough*Fergie*cough*.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Seven Years

Seven years ago Memorial Day weekend was kind of a turning point in my life. Nothing terribly huge happened, it just changed things. I'm no paragon of aged wisdom here at twenty, but as I get older it never ceases to amaze me how quickly time goes, and how much things change.

I spent the weekend with Mary. We really became friends that weekend, bonding over horses- definitely the most important thing in both of our lives at the time. She wanted to be a veterinarian, I wanted to own and breed horses. Neither of us could see the 2o-year-olds we would become, but I think if we could have we would have liked it.

We're still best friends, at the same school, but this time she wants a masters in library science and I'm going to become a history professor. I have a lot of stories and feelings about the last seven years, but most of the best ones involve her- this is why I burst out laughing and cried when she gave me a book about Heloise and Abelard with a pink shirt drawn on the front page for my birthday. :) She's even taking extra credits next semester so she can graduate with me.

Everything has changed so much in the past seven years- I was in seventh grade, home schooled, and scared to death that I would never be able to go back to school because I wasn't smart enough. I did go back to school, obviously, and I have a 3.8 GPA (in spite of the harmonica of death). I was so thankful that my family was finally finished with illness. Um. Yeah. No.

I wonder where I'll be in seven years. If my life goes according to plan I'll have already have a master's degree, and be almost finished with my doctorate. I could be married, my mother was married at 27. I could be a mother.

But then, I thought I'd be raising horses now, didn't I?

It'll be fun to see what happens.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Maybe *next* week I'll get a life

So, since if I were to talk about my life, it would involve a lot of DVDs, sleeping until 10, and also a very funny story about someone who shall remain nameless but may or may not have skipped school to go get coffee with her friends and maybe her mom's credit card, you probably would rather hear about what I watched last night, right? Right? I thought so.

American Idol~

Oh, the treacly pop goodness. I was pimping majorly for David Cook, because that other one makes me feel weird and I DON'T CARE THAT AMERICA LOVES HIM THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG THERE. I made my mom vote, because if she can do all but wear a freaking button for Taylor Hicks, who I had tagged as a skeevy asshat the first time I saw him, but no, she was all, "Look! The hair! It mesmarizes me!", she could vote for Adorable Guy With Dying Brother Who Is About to Have His Ass Handed To Him By A Pre-Pubescent Prodigy.

And he won! So yay! Two things made me laugh, though (and no, one of them was not the Love Guru promotion), first the Risky Business Guitar Hero ads and how they put the kid in these enormous granny panties and practically run a disclaimer going "Dude. Totally wearing pants. Don't sue us. Please. No, Chris Hanson! No!"

Second time was when they announced the winner and both Davids just kind of stopped, because the one who won totally didn't expect to win, and the one who lost totally didn't expect to lose. It was awesome.

Criminal Minds~

SCREW YOU, CBS. Why? Why? This is like the time I had to spend all summer trying to figure out what damn book held the clue. This will kill me. And it will be all your fault, CBS.

Anyway, my bets is on Random NYPD cop, Prentiss, or Morgan.


Okay, CBS. You partially redeemed yourself by giving me a Mac-centric episode that I totally did not watch again online today, because that would have been weird.

I did not appreciate the five-minute CISCO Systems commercial in the middle, though.

The cliffhanger bugged me because it was a cliffhanger, but you know they're not actually going to hurt Mac, so it's not like there's any danger there. But it still pisses me off.

Indiana Jones~

One word: Spaceship. I laughed the whole way home.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Stuff I Love, Stuff I Hate, and Stuff I'm Hoping For

I'm not feeling terribly cohesive today. (As opposed to every other day, I know, right?) Didn't sleep well last night, kind of waited around this morning to pick up Grandpa, and now I have a headache for no reason and I swear to God I think I have a brain tumor. And for the past twelve hours I've been randomly thinking of things and going, "Oh! I love that, I should write about it." Or, "Oh! That pisses me off! I should write about that." But as you probably don't want to hear about my love of in shower facials or the fact that my ends are split, I'll combine them for you.

Stuff I Love:

(I feel I must warn you- I went to Target yesterday and had a veritable personal hygiene orgy. I love pharmaceuticals.)

-Burt's Bees lip balm. I'm a Carmex girl, but lately I've found it drying. And so I found this and thought, hey, why not. And now I love it like whoa. Don't like the honey one, though. It smells nasty.

-Clean and Clear In-Shower facial scrub. Likewise, my skin has been dry. (Do we see a pattern here???) This? Is amazing, and if it was normal and legal to mate with a facial scrub? I would do it with this any day of the week. For serious.

-Do you know that Dove makes a roll-on now??? All the goodness of Dry Idea, but all the goodness of Dove Powder. I know I should not be this excited about deodorant, but dammit, I am.

-Remember last year? When I discovered McDonald's iced coffee? Good times, until I realized that it was 270 calories a glass? And then I had to go make myself throw up?
I'm kidding.

Not really. Bulimia is nothing to joke about.

Also I don't have that kind of willpower.

Anyhoodles, they came out with a new sugar-free version. Which is only 90 calories and if the In-Shower Facial rejected my advances, you're next Sugar-Free Vanilla Iced Coffee available for the low, low price of $1.69 for a medium. I loves you.

- The House at Riverton, by Kate Morton. Seriously the best book I've read in a long time. A poet kills himself at a party between the wars. Two sisters witness it, but never speak to each other again, and a third witness, the maid, never tells anyone what really happened. I forgot about how much I love moisturizer while I finished it.

-National Treasure 2 on DVD. That was funny. I'd forgotten how funny it was. And I also forgot how much my beautiful employer PIMPED ITSELF OUT. Seriously. They did everything but add, "Yes, we figured out why Baddie wanted to sell the letter, but let's forget about that for a moment while you enjoy a lovely hot Seattle's Best beverage and have you checked out the bestsellers and new releases table?" to the dialogue. The book signing made me laugh too because, dude, I've worked at signings like that. Signings where you feel compelled to buy the book because it's so dead.

-Indy 4! Tonight! At midnight! Whee!!!

Stuff I Hate:

-*Please endure my woeful self-absorption for this next section. I need your opinion.* My hairstylist. Is on vacation. Until June 6th. And doesn't have any openings on Friday the 6th, but does on Saturday the 7th, but only during the early part of the day when I work. I know, right? You're checking out, because blah blah blah hair blah blah. But no! This is bad! I'm not sure I can get off on the 7th, and on the 8th? Is my sister's graduation.

Or the day when the girl who is younger, taller, thinner, and way prettier with a hair appointment already scheduled will be the center of attention. And I will be sitting on the bleachers in a lovely dress with hair like Diana Freaking Ross trying desperately to keep my knees together. I'd like to at least have nice hair.

But here's the thing. I was going to straighten it anyway, because I tend to look more polished and less frizzy and it could be 112 degrees that day. But if I get it cut on Saturday, there won't be enough time to let it get greasy and pretty and then straighten it. I know it looks good straightened now, but I have terrible split ends.

So do you think I look too horrible to just let it go and straighten it? Or should I get it cut and risk a frizzy mullet???

-My crazy-ass headache. Why. Why? I have no stress. I read and watch the Gilmore Girls. WHY!?!?!?

-The fact that the damn schedule isn't up for next week yet. And won't be up probably until closing tomorrow. And I won't get it until Friday. And I want to know if I'm working on Sunday dammit. *grumblegrumblegrumble*

Stuff I'm Hoping For:

- A Harry Potter trailer attached to the movie tonight. I know, it's a lot to ask. But it has to be with something this summer, and this and Batman are the only big openings, right? I'm pretty sure that they are. And I really want to see it. 'Cuz. Um. Hello, I'm weird like that.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Yep. Definitely need more.

Does anyone watch Bones? If you do, and didn't see the finale last night, then don't read until the little *** sign, at which we will completely change topics with absolutely no shift whatsoever okay? 'Cuz I needs to vent.

WTF, dudes? Zach? Seriously? No. No. Objectively it was an amazing episode and all, I mean, seriously good, but no. Just no. I love Zach, I love their whole group, and to have him become a monster like that just completely ruins things. I know this sounds weird and all, but I don't think I can even watch the old episodes the same way, because I'll know he's a crazy killer.

Grr. I don't like this.

At least they cleared up the cannibalism thing. I would have had to have thrown out my DVDs.


At the coffee place at school, instead of piping in music they use the baristas' iPods on shuffle. Which is a cool idea, except that I'd have to quit because I'd spend half my time leaping over counters to change the song because it landed on something embarrassing, what? No Fleetwood Mac or cheesy pop here, no siree, just keep moving.

Such as when two Clay Aiken songs in a row came on this afternoon, and Imladris (She of the Europop techno fabulousity) almost had a coronary. And then changed the CD.

Whatever. I like me.


I just found out that Golden Boy is in Barcelona sipping wine on a balcony.

I am not in Barcelona. But I did drive back and forth to St. Mary's like six times today and that is SO NOT THE SAME THING and now I really want some wine.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Perhaps there should be more in my life.

*No Spoilers, in case Mickey hasn't watched it yet.*

I refuse to wait four months until September to find watch more HIMYM. I teared up a little bit, I'm not ashamed to say.

I refuse, CBS, dammit, I REFUSE.

How sweet was that? Huh? How sweet? Adorable, no? And I like Stella. And I'm happy Ted is happy. But I kind of don't want her to be the mother. I don't know why. But still. SO SWEET.


I'm going to go have dinner now. Perhaps later in the week I'll actually go out and have my own life.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

I'm pretty sure this actually happened in my house.

It's my dad as a funny cat. Add a south-side accent and you're good to go.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

And the reasons to hate the favored golden child just continue to multiply.

Golden Boy? Is leaving for Europe soon. And will be going to the Van Gogh Museum, and some other one (I think I figured out it was Dali, but he was very unclear about the name) and England and FREAKING IRELAND.

I? Will be working tomorrow and then squiring my mother to the doctor.

I? Love Van Gogh. Favorite ever. (Must admit that I don't really like Dali.) Love England. Love and want to build a career on Ireland.

Golden Boy? Will probably never make it to the museums but probably end up hungover with his bandanna in his mouth again.

I? Would not let the pub life come between me and my expressionist masters.

Guess which one has the free computer.

I know. The bitterness does nothing. But I love my bitterness. It is all I have. Well, that and this computer, purchased with my own hard-earned dollars and sexual favors (What? It was really expensive.) and absolutely no help whatsoever even though I am the firstborn granddaughter and dammit, that should entitle me to some nepotism.

I'm digressing. Again.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Chronicles of Narnia: Why You Stay With the Hot Guy.

Um, so Narnia movie. I don't feel like I can critique the actual movie because I only showed up to ogle the star (Which kind of made me feel like a dirty old woman in theater full of ten-year-olds and their grandparents, while Colleen, Mary, and I were drooling and making inappropriate comments.), but anyways.

Good, cute, interesting. I got lost like majorly because the only time I saw the first one was two weeks ago when it was ABC, and frankly I got bored by 9:00 and read through the last hour, so I was like, wait? They got old? And then young again? And what the hell is up with the horn? God knows I never read the damn books, because my mother was always not so much into anything fantastical and this is why the only acquaintance I have with fairy tales involve Disney movies.

Very good vs. evil, with the evil guys clearly labeled by their greasy black hair (they were probably Catholic, too. Greasy, black-haired guys in vaguely medieval movies usually are. It allows the rational Protestants to flounce around in all their blond glory more convincingly), and the good guys had talking animals, so that's clearly a good guy trait, no? The CGI was cool, Liam Neeson's voice was cool, and I must admit the battle scenes were pretty bitchin'.

Even if I did feel like I was watching LOTR: 2.0 half the time. What is it with fantasy writers and their mountain-top cities with round platforms handy for falling onto or from and does it never stop raining???

Through most of it Imladris and I were commenting and laughing at the sheer laughability of it all. Like Spain? Apparently invaded Narnia. And the accent? Changed like every three lines.

None of this actually matters, though, because Prince Caspian? Is my new favorite person in the whole world. I'm going to stalk him, and then offer to gestate his children, and then raise them to be like the kids in the "Ow, Charlie!" video. Ha! See? If I marry him, I don't even need constant access to BBC. This is so much more practical!

Yeah. He's pretty.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Thursday afternoon, Youtubing Prince Caspian

Morena: Oh, he was on Jay Leno last night.

Imladris: Really!?!??

Morena: Yeah, he was really funny. He said he told the Narnia people that he could ride a horse, but really couldn't. So when he got home he called his mom and asked if he had ever read a horse, and she said yeah, probably, and he was all, oh good, then I didn't lie!

Imladris: *pause* That's not very funny. But hot damn so pretty!

Morena: He told it better.

We're going to see the movie tomorrow. I apparently also have to read Twilight so I can laugh about a blog entry with Colleen.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Summer Break: Day 1

Sometimes, my own lack of ambition amazes me. I went to Starbucks, and then watched Gilmore Girls all day long. When Luke and Lorelai finally made out? I was personally vindicated. I seriously need a life.

I'm now watching The Tudors on the interwebs (woefully behind, Thomas More is still alive, and Elizabeth isn't born yet), and I may actually get up the gumption to vacuum before Criminal Minds comes on. Eh. Maybe not.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


So you know how I normally check out after exams and kind of get all zen about how there's nothing I can do about grades anymore and all? Hah. No. Exams aren't even over yet and I'm checking PAWS every other minute.

But my exams are over, and do you know what that means??? I'm finished with my sophomore year. I'm technically a junior. I'm HALFWAY FINISHED WITH MY UNDERGRADUATE DEGREE. A real live not-mandatory degree. For someone who was homeschooled through eighth grade and then managed to make high school way harder than normal but not actually recieve a piece of paper saying, "Yay! Snaps for you!"? This is huge. I'm thrilled.

I'm not even stressed about the fact that two years from now I'll be, like, a real adult and have to leave college. (I've discovered the secret to not stressing about this! Never ever leave! Just keep going! Shh!!!) I'm feeling very in control and have decided to take both the GRE and the LSAT next year and apply to both graduate schools for the history M.A. and law school in case I decide that masochism is a good career path.

Even though both my mom and my best friend, upon hearing this decision, said that I'm going to have a breakdown upon my acceptance and this is not a healthy track for my psyche, but I don't care, dammit, I want to say I was accepted to law school.

So the next time I work I'm buying GRE and LSAT prep books, and devote this summer to working on them. Because I am not half-assing this. If I am compelled to make blues musician flashcards? You bet your ass I'm buying the Kaplan LSAT course.

Monday, May 12, 2008

14 hours

And I will have nothing academic to do until after Labor Day. (And I have officially spent too much time studying British stuff- I just spelled labor with a u. Perhaps I should get some of the non-western stuff out of the way...)

I cannot tell you how excited I am. The five episodes of the Tudors I haven't had a chance to watch yet? The real books sitting on my shelf? The lovely pillow I've been neglecting since January? My eyebrows??? They will all be dealt with/attended to/enjoyed as soon as I fill in sixty bubbles in music tomorrow and run back to my car.

Independence? It shall be sweet.

At least until next week when I realize I have NOTHING TO DO ALL SUMMER and then go a little bit crazy. But the next few days should be nice.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Saturday, May 10, 2008

You're getting this early this week.

Because it's late, I'm tired, a teensy bit drunk, feeling like a bad daughter, have a zillion places to go tomorrow, a zillion pages of environmental sci and music history to learn, a zillion Manhattans to quell the upsurge of "OMG I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL BIOACCUMULATION IS", and people at work seem to see fit to take me off the schedule and not tell me.

Because of all that, I give you your weekly kitty. Okay. You're not getting an lolcat. The website's not working.

So I guess you just got a run-on whiny sentence. Do I know how to entertain or what?

Friday, May 09, 2008

I called it Baby Crepe...but then I pulled the blanket to hard and he rolled under the bed. I tried to get him out, but he wouldn't grab the string.

My dad? Now likes Gilmore Girls. He made us pause it while he went out to put Froya in.

Colleen thinks he's going to grow a uterus.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

I had so much to do today.

And I did exactly none of it. I hauled myself down to campus, wrote about the evils of partition for seventy-five minutes (My God, after the SIXTH COUNTRY IT DIDN'T WORK IN, you'd think Britain would have gotten the clue.), almost fell asleep studying blues, failed blues, snuck out of blues before they could make me play the harmonica of doom one last time, threw my notes in the trash, and intellectually checked out.

Tomorrow I could go have a free kosher lunch and get extra credit for listening to a guy talk about a new Jewish museum in Berlin, which sounds wicked boring right? and I already have a 98 average in that class, except did I mention FREE KOSHER LUNCH? Because if the Center for Jewish Studies can do anything, it's put out a nice spread.

Instead I'll probably stay home and do everything I didn't to today. With also a free lunch, but not put out for me in a lovely buffet.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

I don't think I'm the only one...

...who is being driven crazy by the end of the semester. In the past two days, one of my professors announced that she thought Harrison Ford was "really hot" (Hey! Me too!), one said he wanted to kiss Harry Truman (Hey! Me too! After that TV movie!), and one danced to Stayin' Alive. (Hey! Me---actually, I've never done that.)

I was equally amused by all of them, I think.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

PAWS and I are back together.

Morena: I'm going to register. I'm typing in my password.

PAWS: Okay.

Morena: What? No cutting out? No server crashing? PAWS, I am astonished.

PAWS: I know, right? I think I might be growing up.

Morena: That's great. Look! I'm typing in the numbers and not even ripping out my hair or biting my fingernails. Which I never did before. You introduced a bad habit there, PAWS.

PAWS: I know. And Morena?

Morena: Yes, PAWS?

PAWS: I'm sorry I made you cry last time. I'm glad you're going to be a junior.

Morena: Oh, PAWS. That's so sweet of you.

PAWS: *blushes*

Morena: Do you think we can work something out about the methods class with only one section that I absolutely have to take next spring and am already obsessing about despite the fact that I can't register for seven months? Since we're besties again?

PAWS: So you are still a crazy bitch. That's good. I was worried we'd lost you to the normal side.

Morena: Oh, don't worry about that. You'll be stuck with me for years. I'm pretty much going to rot in Holton Hall.

PAWS: O happy day.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Cinco de Mayo

I've had some interesting May 5ths- like the one where my idiot grade-school Spanish teacher hired Latin dancers of the not-safe-for-grade-school variety to teach us the tango, instead of anything remotely Mexican. Or remotely NOT SEXUAL.

I made my first Communion on May 5th, too, so that was massively exciting. Even if I was deathly ill and too vain to wear my new glasses, so I was blind and spewing mucus with a bright red chapped nose. The pictures? So pretty.

That was the last year they shoved all the kids together, and then just had us go up to Communion with our families, so I actually received my first Communion from some random woman who was totally not ordained, and I'm still a little bit bitter about that. I didn't get confirmed by a bishop, either. At this rate, I'll probably get married in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator.

Anyway, it was twelve years ago. Twelve years. My God. That's a long time. I feel old.

Not as old as this afternoon when I realized that within ten years I could have a mortgage.

This was countered by the self-assurance I felt when I realized that I knew that the universal health care offered in many European countries? Is only for citizens and residents and not my stupid American ass. Even if I tell people it's a Canadian ass. Yes. Someone I know was under that impression. True story.

Then I flipped out a little bit because while I do understand this basic tenant, I can't tell you everything about the British welfare state! And I'm going to have to! On Thursday! And a blues final! And oh God I'm going to have like sixteen free minutes this weekend! Can't breathe!


Registration tomorrow. So the crazy's not going anywhere.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Slightly more interesting (but not by much).

Today? Was pretty amazing. I didn't have to work, I didn't have anywhere to go, I was pretty well set on studying, I read a couple of books (History of Britain! Whee!!!), watched my shows from this week (CSI:NY! Whee!!!), slept for an hour, and then watched OOTP with the fam (Alan being creepy and S&M! Whee!!!)

And there was also cheesecake.

It was a good day.

Lest you think I forgot, though, your lolcat of the week. It's creepy cat. Teehee.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Rule #682 for when I run the universe.

The agnostics will not be allowed to do a Holy Communion endcap. Because they have no grasp of who is involved, when it is, or what the hell and appropriate gift would be. Like maybe putting it up this morning (twelve hours before most holy Communions commence) and putting "Baby's First Bible" on it perhaps wasn't the best way to go about things.

Just a suggestion.

Oh, something else for you to buy me! I want this. Like more than The Power of Art.

Okay, no. Because in that one they do Death of Marat! Which is like my favorite revolution painting ever! And the Ecstasy of St. Theresa, which always makes me kind of laugh inappropriately, because I don't care how many lectures I sit through where professors go "OMG, that's totally not what's happening, y'all," it totally is. And frankly I think Bernini knew it and is laughing with me.

So there.

I'm going to go drink some more. Derby! Whoo!

(Oh, there was a dead horse. That was sad. Not sobering, though.)

(That was inappropriate.)

Friday, May 02, 2008


UWM thingy went well. But I guess it had to when roses literally fell from heaven.

Now, I realize you're getting spoiiled with this whole non-update thingy, but I'm going to bed now.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Why one should always post before work.

Because otherwise you'll end up with an update that is basically, "Tired now. Going to sleep. Bye."

I will be at UWM at 8:30 tomorrow. I think I'm arguably more upset than the person it's for.