May 31, 2004
posted at 8:54 AM
May 28, 2004
I am freezing. This isn't anything significant to the universe, or even our little blog community, it is just a status update from your own personal, pretty pretty princess.
In other news...Lately I have had the urge to start writing again. Not academic writing, but my writing. I am not entirely sure when the last time I wrote anything actually was. For some reason blog writing doesn't count in my mind, at least not in this form. I have stumbled across some phenomenal story blogs, but that isn't how this one is shaping up to be. I may have to use the upcoming three day weekend to unearth my notebook and pencils.
posted at 9:09 AM
May 26, 2004
(I gotta have it, really need it to get by)
(I wanna feel it, can't quite feel it... sugarhigh)~
It was good. A calm, semi-grey day. Very few annoying users in the labs / offices. Lunch. Then massive chocolatchip cookie dough blizzard things. Sugar levels sky-rocketed. The world seemed to be vibrating. I didn't even finish mine...not sure how Jim survived.
~I could go out and not even leave the house... a T.V set and a bottle of wine's just fine. Crashing out on that old pull-out couch, watching Saturday Night Live.~
Substitute crime shows and video games for the SNL and that was our night. The downhill slide. Jim and I have this ritual. Periodically, with no planning involved, we will find our way into copious amounts of sugar. It has been 3 lbs of chocolate and very sweet adult beverages; this time it took the form of icecream. So much icecream that my teeth hurt. So much icecream that I ate, not because I was hungry, but to get rid of the sweet feeling. For some reason, every time we do this it always seems to be an good idea to spend time playing video games. Not everyday games...revamps from the 80's. We remember them from the rollerskating rinks when we were little.
~I've searched far and wide
And I've explored the deepest caverns of my mind
To try and find an explanation why
I get this funny feeling deep inside~
I am not sure why we do this. Perhaps, the laws of physics have been reversed for the day and we are the only ones to know? Maybe we were born with innate knowledge of the secret language of sucrose? Whatever the cause when the inevitable crash subsides I am left with what can only be described as a hangover. I want to hibernate for the day...I can still feel my skin tingling. Why must we do this? It always seems like a good idea.....why? (This however, will not stop me from doing it again...although not any time soon.)
(I gotta have it, really need it to get by)
(I wanna feel it, can't quite feel it... makes me high)
(I need it now... I've got live it 'til I die)
(Can you feel it? Can you fell it? Sugarhigh!)~
posted at 8:29 AM
May 25, 2004
Ten Stories the World Should Hear More About.
posted at 10:32 AM
May 24, 2004
~Do d-do da-do da-d-do~
This weekend was one of soul realizations. First, I stumbled onto the knowledge that being invited, whether to places, gatherings, sofa-time, whatever, means the world to me. I am not sure how to explain this...it is more than just "They like me! They really like me!" It is a whole body welcome. Next came the realization that I no longer need to make excuses for my lack of physical ability and grace. Noone cares that I can't catch the frizbee or that I still duck when the collapsable ball comes at me. I am welcome to play. Finally, the surprize and shocker to me, I have a life! Ok, that sounds a bit more pathetic than I meant it to, but for lack of a better combination of words....it'll do. This one came to me at the most unlikely of times. I was sitting on a blanket sharing food and laughter and little bits of sunshine with a pair of bike-riding-so-amazing-cross-country-activisty-lesbian-grandmas.There were plenty of friends, and food, and a couple big cuddly dogs. As I looked around at the hastily thrown together picnic all I could think about was how happy I was to have witnessed this. To have been part of this. I thought of all the experiences and opportunities I now have, just because I am who I am...right now. My rainbow sandals are going to find their way into the documentary.....the videographer said so. I now have sunburnt shoulders and knees....and I wouldn't give them up for anything. I needed this weekend. I needed the reminders.
~do d-do da-do da-d-do~
posted at 8:04 AM
May 20, 2004
Because we haven't had nearly enough randomly useless quizzes lately...
Queer Eye My answer Ted
ArchAngel I am most like Michael.
Romantic Movie When Harry Met Sally
Gay Man According to this my inner gay man is Rufus Wainwright.
There, that should be a good starting point.
posted at 4:45 PM
I woke up from the strangest dreams last night. They were horrible....not nightmares...just horribly made. As if whomever was in charge decided to make a bad "B" movie....or worse...at times it could have been a "C". Wait! That would be me wouldn't it? I am not claiming any responsiblity for these dreams. I watched, from dreamworld, like I would watch any movie: staring raptly at the screen, drawn in by the almost 1930's futuristic look, only to comment later and become my own version of MST3K. None of this is important in any way. I have just never watched a movie as a dream before. Wish I could remember what it was about as opposed to the cinematic details.
posted at 8:23 AM
May 18, 2004
Troy is an amazing theatrical experience. Ummm..or maybe that would just be my hormones in overdrive. My shallowness came blazing through when I had to admit to myself...that even if the movie was horrible (which it wasn't)...it was going to be good. HAD to be good! Any movie that basically opens with Brad Pitt nude....ohhh myyy gooodnesss! Yep, there I go objectifying a boy again and drooling. Gorgeous boys aside...mmm..either side (bad Mandy bad)...the movie rocks! Although, I am curious as to how many people in the audience actually know the Greek and Roman myths the characters were based on. Or, if they knew it was based on the Iliad by Homer? God, I am a geek! Back to the boys...several pretty ones...generally all half naked...sweaty..dirty... Not sure if I like Brad better clean and nude...or dirty, sexy, and almost nude. The girls weren't bad either.
posted at 11:59 AM
May 17, 2004
When all the stars were falling
I reached up like you said
All the stars were falling, one hit me in the head
And I fell down, down, down, I fell down, down
When all the stars were falling, they fell from above
And I thought of hate, and I thought of hate and then I thought of love
And I fell down, down, down, I fell down, down
And I've learned how to dance from a Vincent Van Gogh
And the nights were wrapped in a white sheet
And now no one even says hello, 'cause I couldn't stand on my two feet
I fell down, I fell down
Down, down, down
Now the peace you will find, in your own you have found
The lights of the city are the stars on the ground
"I may not be a quaalude living in a speed zone,"
But I could be restful, I could be someone's home if I fell down
And I fell down, down
Now all the stars have fallen
~When all the stars have fallen - Lisa Loeb~
posted at 9:20 AM
May 13, 2004
My hell week is over. Me and my newly colored (dark cherry red and deep violet) hair are going to go into hiding for the weekend at least. There will be lots of napping, spending time with the kitty and mom, and time spent with friends. Graduation and the end of the worst week in history(for everyone) should lead to plenty of social time. It is very unlikely that I will blog over the weekend. I feel the urge to test my addiction to this thing. I have been updating so regularly I am starting to feel like cnn. Never fear though, I will be back. Just need a break from everything.
posted at 7:58 PM
May 12, 2004
There once was this grad student. This student ended up having the hardest classes of her life all in one semester. These were also some of the most interesting classes she had ever been part of. She didn't want to short-change any of the classes, feeling they deserved her full attention. Unfortunately time started moving far faster than she could compile her papers and check for mistakes. The words "academic dishonesty" were thrown around. A meeting was held. No charges were pressed, punishment took the form of a significantly lowered grade on the final paper. She voiced no objections. Now she must decide how to make a 12 minute presentation out of only half of her paper because it was strongly suggested that she not talk about the part that was "plagerized". This suggestion came from the mediator of the meeting. The mediator shared his opinion that he did not believe that the student didn't set out with the intention to copy. The fact that she said she "didn't know how" she could have done this / would have done this combined with the fact that her book was highlighted were enough to condemn her in his eyes. In the end all turned out relatively well, lowered grade not being counted. Things could have been much worse. She is going to go take a nap now so that she may be vaguely awake for the conference tonight.
Sidenote: It is snowing.
posted at 2:06 PM
May 11, 2004
I have come to the conclusion that it isn't finals week that I hate...just the week before.
My friends will be eternally greatful...I will stop complaining and stressing over my Dracula paper. It is done and the conferrence is tomorrow.
Witnessing a friend's unchecked laughter is amazing. She doesn't realize that the giggles and smiles towards the computer screen make her adorable. Wonder what she is reading?
Beth Loffreda, the most wonderful woman in the English Dept. hand delivered my final paper to me today. Well, actually she just happened to have it with her when we met in the hallway...but still...hand delivered.
I am not the only one who obsesses over tiny little details.
There is a wonderful breeze right now. I will not move my chair...
I made myself into a SouthPark character!
posted at 3:34 PM
May 10, 2004
The Monday of finals week is slowly coming to a close. This is to wish everyone a good week. May your tests go smoothly, papers be turned in generally on time, stress relieved by Thursday at the latest, and remember to breathe. Almost done...
posted at 4:40 PM
May 09, 2004
Boys are yummy!...........'Nuff said.
posted at 11:09 PM
May 08, 2004
But this is fun...
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions (Or in my comments...considering how our lil circle works)
"You will, I trust, excuse me that I do not join you; but I have dined already, and I do not sup." ~Dracula~
posted at 9:58 AM
I spent all of my cash money last night...but I now have a beautiful sheer black hip scarf decorated almost entirely with gold coins (Not the condoms, ya pervs.) for belly dancing. It compliments the one I made that is in greens, purples, and silvers. I have become addicted to belly dancing, can you tell?
Aubrey's coat show, and omg! amazing dresses were a hit! All hail the Stitching Princess......and her nerdy trike!
I slept the entire night.........first time in weeks!
I rode my bike to work this morning!
There is noone in the lab.....no bubble scanners going.....no phone calls from idiotic labbies......no "This disk worked an hour ago...last year....before I dropped it in the trash......can you get my paper off of it?"
There are two chicadees outside the lab window...just chirping their little birdie hearts out.
I get my hair done on Tuesday.....need some new summertime color....will leave that part up to Leah.
I am going to quit wasting time and get in some good quiet homework time (cause I have to ..not cause I want to).
posted at 9:29 AM
May 06, 2004
Stress....lots of stress.....you can tell by the multiple letters and punctuation.
Ditching the last class of Linguistics....I hate her (don't say that about many)...and she can't make me be there!
Heading to Ft.Collins for dinner.....sad isn't it that we must leave town and state to find good food?...but....mmmmmmmmm Indian!
Gathering multiple friends.....all likewise avoiding and pushing aside stress....all have recieved and given the warning that right now jokes and comments are sharper than intended....emotions are running higher too...no offense meant...apologies are being given out early.
Pain ...lots of pain.......with spoons!
posted at 4:24 PM
May 05, 2004
Has anyone else noticed that the blogger ad at the top of my page is generally showing Buffy links? It's a sign I tell you!
posted at 8:32 AM
May 04, 2004
Most everyone knows of my sex toy obsession. In fact I am not quiet about sex at all (or possibly during). Anyways, I recieve email updates from an online toy store. Today I recieved this ad.
"Pamper you mom with gifts from Adult Toy Chest - 45% off"
I should have stopped there...but no! I was intrigued by what the advertisers thought would be suitable enough to GIVE MOM from an adult toy store. Butt plugs, realistic vibrators, climax cream and fuzzy cuffs are apparently the gifts to be giving this next sunday.
I need to stop now! ~ewwwww icky icky icky~
posted at 5:00 PM
Two down, four to go.....assignments that is........until this semester is done!
Sunshine, shortskirts, beautiful boys and girls out enjoying the weather..........happiness.
posted at 11:44 AM
May 03, 2004
Ever heard of Ed Wood? Know anything about the multitudes of stock film shots? Think you can make an entire movie out of stock footage? For those creative types out there...if you think you are going to be bored this summer check out this contest. You have to hurry though, the only detail I noticed is that registration ends June 1st. Otherwise, if you just wanted to see last years entries - check out the site and have fun.
posted at 4:34 PM
There were no MayPoles...nor MayDay baskets this year. Instead May slipped in amid conversations about vampires, feminism, dragons, bikes, work schedules, practicum placements, and Italy. Interesting words of welcome, very non-traditional, very every day, absolutely inviting.
posted at 8:38 AM
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