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Wednesday, April 14th, 2010
8:09 am - Hello World

current mood: Cryptic

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Friday, September 11th, 2009
4:39 am - argargarg
Why is talking to girls so hard?

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Monday, April 13th, 2009
1:53 am - Maybe a week in the tropics would help you
Arg I am a master procrastinator.

But I actually did write a bunch of crap for my senior thesis, which is what I was hoping to do with this weekend. The fact that I wrote it mostly over the course of ... the last few hours ... is something I shall not discuss! As well as the fact that I still haven't finished my taxes. One day, I will have a job in the same state of which I am a legal resident, and all shall be well.

Or at least easier.


current mood: Procratinatorial

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Sunday, March 1st, 2009
8:01 am - Note to Self: Sunday To-Do List
This Sunday:

-Launder everything you own. Because you've worn everything you own. At least twice. If not more. Even the things you don't like.

-Call that girl. Stop being an apathetic cock.

-Call Maggie Maggerson. Force her to explain her vauge allusions about what she is doing with her life.

-Read at least ten chapters of The House of the Seven Gables. Try not to kill yourself.

-Clean up the stuff in the living room.

-Shower yourself. Christ woman.

-Finish Erzulie's Skirt. It's not even bad, and it can't get any sadder.

-Research the revolution in Argentina/Isabella Peron. Two non-wiki sources. Also not that hard.

-Look up things that are happening on Tuesday. Do this before you stop being an apathetic cock.

-Do a load of dishes.

-Call Ryann. Offer love/support. Inform of travel times. Plot.

-Read at least ten chapters in that book you have to write a book report on. Grad student's an easy grader, but you still have to know your stuff.

-Write one of those blog entries. You're overdue.

-Remember to do your ear crap and eat your vitamins.

-Take a nap but don't sleep. Remember how fun having your sleep schedule and your obligation schedule lined up is.

current mood: Determined

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Thursday, November 13th, 2008
10:04 am
Bah. I'm not even tired. I just don't care anymore.

Fuck you, devil paper.

And school in general.

current mood: Frustrated

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4:20 am
Oh, the vaguely sleepy time during an all nighter where you're all "Hmmmm...I could sleep for three hours, and then I'd have had SLEEP, and it would only be 7 am, so there's still enough time to do everything, RIGHT? And I'll be better at it, 'cos I will have gotten sleep, RIGHT?"

While this all may be true, the trick question is: do you trust yourself enough to wake up when you say you will?

My answer is usually "no."

current mood: awake

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Wednesday, November 12th, 2008
1:06 am - Budgeting
For Every:
-paragraph written
-10 pages read (poetry)
-2 sections read (research)
-10 chapters read (Vonneguet, who is technically for school but still KURT VONNEGUT, jeebus christ)

I get:
-three pages to read (last night I dreamed of peace/Anais Nin)
-seven minutes putz time (I am making a mix cd)
-seven minutes cat-chase time (self-explanitory)

So. That's how I spent my good-job-you-did-the-dishes-even-if-it-really-was-more-of-a-putting-off-of-real-
work-and-less-of-a-doing-a-distasteful-task free time. Off to the salt mines.

(in an hour I am taking my sleeping drugs. ADVENTURES.)

current mood: resigned

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12:50 am
I should be writing right now. Or working on papers. Or...not being on the internet? Yes. Instead I am putzing on the Internets and reading my token Oh-I-REALLY-Want-That book from the biblio. *sigh* And getting kitty cuddles. KITTIES.

In other news: I need to call Maggie Maggerson. You hear that, Maggie Maggerson? I am aware of my need to call you. So there. Thus. Thence. Whatevs.

current mood: cheerful

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Thursday, November 6th, 2008
5:01 pm
I cannot wait to move.

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Saturday, October 11th, 2008
9:14 am
Pro of moving out number 12 billion:

Less other people's sex noises at all hours.

No. For real. I thought the cats were maybe scuffling downstairs? Not so.
In related news, the answer to "What is that strange noise I hear?" is always "Oh wait, I do not want to know."

current mood: contemplative

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Thursday, October 2nd, 2008
7:21 am - Curse? Coincidence? I don't even know.
Okay. So. You know that thing I have, where I get hit with cars in years divisible by three?


Guess who got hit with a car on her way home from work today?

The car was turning left, and I was going straight. So it is totally not my fault! YAY! (Also it was going super-slow because it was making a left turn. In the city. Which requires stopping.)

The weird thing is, both me and my bike are way less beat up than we were when I took a turn too sharp and crashed. I turned so that most of the hit was absorbed by my back pack, so mostly I have weird cuts from my sandal on my foot and places that are going to be interestingly bruised. And my bike chain detached.

But other than that, perfectly fine. So weird. I'd have been fucked if I hadn't been wearing a helmet, but I am all about headgear for biking. Yo. ((Helmets. Wear them.)) Nevertheless, I can't shake the feeling that the universe is trying to lure me into complacency, so I get all 'Oh I will be fine now' and huberousy, and then I will be killed in the streets. Hubris. How mother nature takes you out.

Either that or I have internal bleeding and I just don't know yet.

Anyways. Hopefully I wake up early enough to take the bus today.

current mood: Bruise-y

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Tuesday, September 9th, 2008
2:29 am
Oh, fear of commitment. Why so comical?

current mood: Ambiguous

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Sunday, August 3rd, 2008
7:04 am - Waiting on a return
*crosses fingers*

Dammnit, life, why you gotta be so hard?

In other news:

I nearly died today when I was biking home from Sonya's. It was about 2:30, so prime stumbling home time for all the drunks of Como. I was biking under the railroad bridge a few blocks away from my house when I had to curve around some two guys who were in the middle of the street. They called out some lewd comments, as drunks are wont to do, and I flipped them off, as I am wont to do in responce. But they yelled and started running after me. They stopped after I turned the corner, but I was still going pretty fast/not-stopping-because-I-am-a-suspicous-bastard when I ran a stop sign and had to swerve pretty fast to avoid being hit by a taxi.


My life, so much fun.

current mood: Uncertain

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Tuesday, July 29th, 2008
4:44 am
Whoa, PMS, FTW?

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3:55 am
Having insomnia is like living two days, like the hours where you lay around waiting for sleep to come really were sleep, and you're living through a new day, a different one. It's okay as long as it's dark. But once the sun starts coming up you have to realize that really you only have the one day, and now the next day is here, and you're going to have to sleep sometime, and it sucks.

On the up side, insomnia is much easier to live with in civilization than outside of it.

On the down side, I miss my Agatha Christie novels.

current mood: Awake

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Wednesday, July 9th, 2008
1:54 am - Life is hard, and often confusing

I got a book of poetry that was very awesome, and another that has very awesome titles, but not so good poems. Such is life.

Awesome poem title: i will learn how to love a person and then i will teach you and then we will know
                                                -tao lin

Awesome poem:  
A Primer for Small Weird Loves
So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
                         before knowledge,
                                                    and you want it dirty.
                     And no one can ever figure out what you want,
                                                                                       and you won't tell them,
and you realize that the one person in the world who loves you
                                                                    isn't the one you thought it would be,
         and you don't trust him to love you in a way
                                                                                             you would enjoy,
                                                 And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy.
And the boy who loves you the wrong way keeps weakening.
                  You thought if you handed over your body
                                                                          he'd do soemthing interesting.

-Richard Siken


Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                                       and dresss them in warm clothes again.
         How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
                It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
            it's more like a song on a policeman's radio,
                             how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                                            to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means 
          we're inconsolable.
                                                      Tell  me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                                  Tell me we'll never get used to it.
-Richard Siken

Yep. I feel kinda bad, sometimes. 
Oh well. Fucking up, ja?

current mood: way too motherfucking pensive

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Friday, June 27th, 2008
11:23 am - Insomnia? What insomnia?
Right. So, one day, I will actually get sleeping pills. And take them (in the recomended dosage!) and sleep like a normal person who's brain isn't on crack. But that day is not to-day. Today, I have a reason to be awake. :DDDDD

*dances a dance*

At ungodly early, a time which has magically morphed from being at 9 am to 3 pm, but whatever. You hear that brain? I say "Whatever" to you.

Also: I have been meaning to post this, and keep on forgetting. Oh well. Minor fail.

Fuck 2008 Part I : It's Never Over Till It's DoneCollapse )

That about sums it up.

Boo, I have to put on a shirt and go shower. I am a classy dame. I do things up in style!

current mood: Doot.

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Thursday, June 12th, 2008
8:24 am - Zippity Doo DAH!
But then I checked one more email account!

*dances the dance of win*

Also, random fact: If you are addicted to a substance (let's say CAFFEINE) and you suddenly decrease your intake dramatically (let's say, from at least three cans a day to one/none) because you don't need it anymore (because you only have to WORK! Not work and school and homework! Suddenly there are enough hours in the day!) and it's not healthy for you (especially if you consume it in soda form), it is completely logical that you start experiencing the symptoms of withdrawal (aka being REALLY REALLY IRRITABLE).

This magical fact dawned on me the other night, when I was trying to figure out why I'd been in a bad mood for the last, well, week? Yeah. Caffeine. I NEED IT, OKAY?

Right, now I'm really leaving. Maybe perusing the American Lit section, even though that's not a good idea 'cos I have so many books waiting for me in reserve. Poetry and Comics! MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmm.

((For reals, I am going to be reading a novel entitled Eee Eee Eee. I love summer! Screw you school!))

current mood: GLEE

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8:12 am - Work last night: Staring at a door for six hours. Not a lie.
Doot doot doo.

The only way I'm going to reset my sleep schedule to something logical (and I mean logical for me. Because you shouldn't only get five hours of sleep when you have to wake up to get ready for work at 1900. Yeah, I said it was a problem...) is to do a stay-up-to-normal-people-bedtime-and-then-sleep-a-fuck-of-a-long-time-like-my-body-seems-to-want-that-bastard.

Luckily, this is what visits home are for.

In other news:
Number of old ladies with pastel lime green pants seen in the last hour: 2
Number of bike racks creepily possessing only bikes of the same color: 3

I am beginning to worry about reality.

Also, last night I dreamed my mom gave birth to a kitten. In the dream, I remember freaking out a little because of the crazy age difference, and the fact that my parents were contributing to overpopulation, having birthed more children than needed to replace them on the planet. When I woke up, I was all FTW, KITTEN BABY?

I think my brain is going crazy.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND then creepy old guy who was in my freshmen seminar a billion years ago (who CREEPS ME OUT, hence the name) walked into the library. And it was time to flee the computer lab and pick up my comic books.

current mood: Re-al-it-y?

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Saturday, June 7th, 2008
10:08 am
Apparently my brain is strongly anti-sleep today.........

current mood: awake

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