It's bitterly cold here today. I'm more a temperate gal myself, so I'm staying in. I did go out to the mailbox (in pjs/slippers/sweatshirt - when did I turn into that crazy old lady who walks around in a housecoat?) and that was plenty, thanks. Negative windchill is not for me.
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I'm in class with a lot of whippersnappers. It's odd to me that their email signatures include their address and phone numbers. I guess I'm still stuck in that "there is such a thing as privacy" mode. I'm so old fashioned.
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Got the girl's report card. She did well, but our favorite part was on the self-assessment type sheet where she had to write down what her favorite book was and why - "Because it was masterfully written." Yeah. O.k.
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Speaking of the girl, I'm thinking of getting her a cell phone. Not that she's ever asked for one, or shows an inclination for wanting one, but I think it's time she started with conspicuous consumption.
Actually, I'd like to be able to reach her and have her reach me/the husband. But is 11 too young?
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Yesterday in several classes I managed to stun teachers into silence. Not through brilliance, though.
First Class:
Prof: Any questions?
Me: Yeah. I don't understand any of this.
Prof.: Um. What?
Me: None of it. I don't get any of it.
Prof: Oooookaaaay.
Second Class:
Prof: Blah blah blah . . . I read Middlemarch, and it was great.
Me: Seriously? Middlemarch?
Prof: Uh. I liked it.
Me: That book was terrible. I got 1/2 way through and had to stop.
Because Hi! I just say stuff.
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Time to do work. I'm so disciplined.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Two in a row
We went and saw Juno. It was good. I was surprised at how many really good characters there were - all around, not just women, although having that many fleshed out and good women characters was something of a shock.
Plus, who doesn't love George Michael?
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I'm supposed to be reading Silas Marner. That book sucks ass. You know what else sucks? Anything by George Eliot. Her dead ass can bite me.
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The other day, as I was in a rush to get out the door, I accidentally knocked a tiny container of blueberries (2/$3!) out of the fridge. Of course, there was a blueberry explosion.
I scooped up as many as I could, but since the floor hasn't been mopped in . . . a while, and it's winter, which means salt and salt-like chemicals on our shoes, and we have cats, which means walking in litter, I wasn't going to save them all. Because I would not eat the ones on rolling around on the floor, not even after a bleach bath (you know what I mean).
So I tried to sweep up the blueberries, but of course they kept ROLLING AROUND like little round bastards, and just when I thought I'd gotten them all from one angle, SQUISH, right under my shoe, a tender little morsel.
By the time I finished around the kitchen, the floor looked like the beach at the beginning of Saving Private Ryan. It took a lot of paper towels to make things right in my world.
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Back to homework. I LOVE SCHOOLLLLLL!!!!
Plus, who doesn't love George Michael?
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I'm supposed to be reading Silas Marner. That book sucks ass. You know what else sucks? Anything by George Eliot. Her dead ass can bite me.
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The other day, as I was in a rush to get out the door, I accidentally knocked a tiny container of blueberries (2/$3!) out of the fridge. Of course, there was a blueberry explosion.
I scooped up as many as I could, but since the floor hasn't been mopped in . . . a while, and it's winter, which means salt and salt-like chemicals on our shoes, and we have cats, which means walking in litter, I wasn't going to save them all. Because I would not eat the ones on rolling around on the floor, not even after a bleach bath (you know what I mean).
So I tried to sweep up the blueberries, but of course they kept ROLLING AROUND like little round bastards, and just when I thought I'd gotten them all from one angle, SQUISH, right under my shoe, a tender little morsel.
By the time I finished around the kitchen, the floor looked like the beach at the beginning of Saving Private Ryan. It took a lot of paper towels to make things right in my world.
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Back to homework. I LOVE SCHOOLLLLLL!!!!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Guess What?
Thought I'd dropped off the face of the earth, didya?
Well, pretty much. I had a metric ass ton of work to do, and in-laws over, and random crap.
And then yesterday I had the motherfucker of all migraines - I still feel kind of woozy.
Also, yesterday was an amazing parenting moment. First, even with blinding head pain and nausea, I managed to change from one pair of pajamas into another pair (I hate sleeping in pants pjs, I only like nightgowns, and they can't be too heavy, because I'm already like a furnace when I sleep, so they have to be lightweight, but laying around in a short sleeved lighweight nightgown when it's 5 degrees outside makes me cold, so I have a pair of (VERY SEXY) flannel snowflake pjs perfect for lounging around in) and move from a prone position on the bed to a prone position on the couch. I also watched some morning t.v., which I don't usually do, and I was so wrecked and wiped out from the mf'ing migraine that I wept like a moron at whatever tearjerker, heartwarming story they had on. Then I turned off the t.v., in order to save my sanity.
Then I turned the t.v. BACK ON and watched a lot of hours of Veronica Mars (2nd season) until the kid came home (thanks for picking her up, sister-woman!) at which point (and here comes the great parenting moment) I let her watch a number of hours of completely inappropriate Veronica Mars.
Husband-man didn't think much about it, since we both rationalized it away by saying, "Why, when I was 11, I watched all kinds of crap unsupervised, like SNL or Fantasy Island or the Love Boat or Three's Company" (and now that I think about it, what the hell were our parents thinking? Seriously? And why the hell were we up so late?).
Plus, we got to explain what coke and an 8ball were. Along with the admonition to never do coke (unless you need to get a lot of stuff done and you have a lot of money).
And that's one to grow on.
Well, pretty much. I had a metric ass ton of work to do, and in-laws over, and random crap.
And then yesterday I had the motherfucker of all migraines - I still feel kind of woozy.
Also, yesterday was an amazing parenting moment. First, even with blinding head pain and nausea, I managed to change from one pair of pajamas into another pair (I hate sleeping in pants pjs, I only like nightgowns, and they can't be too heavy, because I'm already like a furnace when I sleep, so they have to be lightweight, but laying around in a short sleeved lighweight nightgown when it's 5 degrees outside makes me cold, so I have a pair of (VERY SEXY) flannel snowflake pjs perfect for lounging around in) and move from a prone position on the bed to a prone position on the couch. I also watched some morning t.v., which I don't usually do, and I was so wrecked and wiped out from the mf'ing migraine that I wept like a moron at whatever tearjerker, heartwarming story they had on. Then I turned off the t.v., in order to save my sanity.
Then I turned the t.v. BACK ON and watched a lot of hours of Veronica Mars (2nd season) until the kid came home (thanks for picking her up, sister-woman!) at which point (and here comes the great parenting moment) I let her watch a number of hours of completely inappropriate Veronica Mars.
Husband-man didn't think much about it, since we both rationalized it away by saying, "Why, when I was 11, I watched all kinds of crap unsupervised, like SNL or Fantasy Island or the Love Boat or Three's Company" (and now that I think about it, what the hell were our parents thinking? Seriously? And why the hell were we up so late?).
Plus, we got to explain what coke and an 8ball were. Along with the admonition to never do coke (unless you need to get a lot of stuff done and you have a lot of money).
And that's one to grow on.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Not That You Asked . . .
So I've been gone for a while, and believe me, you should be thankful. I am having another of those I HATE MYSELF AND EVERYONE ELSE moments (lasting, oh, the past 4 or 5 days) and I'm so sick of the constant negativity and whining and woe-is-me that I can't even believe someone hasn't smacked me yet.
Part of it is, I know, PMS, but some of it isn't - it's that freewheeling what the fuck am I doing malaise that just won't seem to quit. You'd think, after about 20 years of this, I'd be better at dealing with it (either the PMS or the malaise); instead, I just sink deeper into a funk and wonder why every single decision I've made is a bad one. I don't like feeling like this, and yet it's hard to move on from here when I hate even my fingernails (which don't grow like normal people's, oh no, they grow all outward and hard) and the stupid way people mispronounce things (IT IS NEVER ASSESSORIES, YOU STUPID FUCK! IT'S ACKSESSORIES! JESUS!).
The sucky thing is that my copay for therapy went up to 50%, which is 100% more than I can afford. So goodbye, nice and kinda helpful lady. I ended up going to the student services, to the nice and not-so-helpful lady. She was way out of her depth. I mean, new to the biz, and not dealing with crazy eating disorder girl, or the chick whose parents want her to be an engineer when all she wants is to major in theater, so in all, not ready to deal with wife, mother, student, extremely bent person whose neuroses are legion. Yes, we can deal with my panic attacks about driving on the freeway, but do you get that I HATE EVERYTHING and that kinda hampers my abilities????
The saddest part is trying to remember a time when I was happy. I kinda do. I mean, there are moments I remember - drinking and sleeping around and being crazy and dancing and looking like a fucking kick ass punk rock girl - some of those moments were a lot of fun. But I know I can't get that back. I mean, I could, but the very idea of heading out for a night of booze and casual sex is exhausting. Plus, I can't find my Doc Martens.
Part of it is, I know, PMS, but some of it isn't - it's that freewheeling what the fuck am I doing malaise that just won't seem to quit. You'd think, after about 20 years of this, I'd be better at dealing with it (either the PMS or the malaise); instead, I just sink deeper into a funk and wonder why every single decision I've made is a bad one. I don't like feeling like this, and yet it's hard to move on from here when I hate even my fingernails (which don't grow like normal people's, oh no, they grow all outward and hard) and the stupid way people mispronounce things (IT IS NEVER ASSESSORIES, YOU STUPID FUCK! IT'S ACKSESSORIES! JESUS!).
The sucky thing is that my copay for therapy went up to 50%, which is 100% more than I can afford. So goodbye, nice and kinda helpful lady. I ended up going to the student services, to the nice and not-so-helpful lady. She was way out of her depth. I mean, new to the biz, and not dealing with crazy eating disorder girl, or the chick whose parents want her to be an engineer when all she wants is to major in theater, so in all, not ready to deal with wife, mother, student, extremely bent person whose neuroses are legion. Yes, we can deal with my panic attacks about driving on the freeway, but do you get that I HATE EVERYTHING and that kinda hampers my abilities????
The saddest part is trying to remember a time when I was happy. I kinda do. I mean, there are moments I remember - drinking and sleeping around and being crazy and dancing and looking like a fucking kick ass punk rock girl - some of those moments were a lot of fun. But I know I can't get that back. I mean, I could, but the very idea of heading out for a night of booze and casual sex is exhausting. Plus, I can't find my Doc Martens.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Drowning . . .
* in school work
* in freelance work
* in birthday plans (The Girl is turning 11!)
* in sick husbands (well, just the one)
* in crazy (but that's just SOP)
See you soonish!
* in freelance work
* in birthday plans (The Girl is turning 11!)
* in sick husbands (well, just the one)
* in crazy (but that's just SOP)
See you soonish!
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Yeah, That's About Right
| Greed: | Medium | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | High | |
| Sloth: | Low | |
| Envy: | Medium | |
| Lust: | Medium | |
| Pride: | Medium |
The Seven Deadly Sins Quiz on 4degreez.com
I'm all about wrath.
Via Dharma at Mixter's Mix.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Tricky, Tricky
I have two tubes of the same color lipstick. It's my basic lipstick (Tenderheart) and Clinique saw fit to toss a freebie my way during the last gift with purchase. Yay! A nice full size tube in a shade I like.
However, somehow, I can never seem to find either one. Even when one of them is in my little lipstick case, which you think would make it easier to find, since, hello, it is BIGGER, I can't lay a hand on it.
So, today, as I was digging in my GIANT bag for my small bottle of handcream, I finally found the lipstick case, which had been MIA for about 2 weeks. How my hand never came into contact with it before is remarkable. I thing there are wormholes and sometimes the lipsticks just disappear, have a party somewhere else, and come back, completely hungover and ready to rest. They taste a little like gin.
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I got my haircut today. I'm thinking (again) about color - but is it worth it to have it done at a salon? I used to color it all sorts of fun colors by myself, but I feel like I should be hitting the salon now.
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I have to read 2 Dickens novels for a class (Oliver Twist and Great Expectations). I think it is complete bullshit to have to read something that was written because the guy was PAID BUY THE FUCKING WORD. 533 pages? Bite me.
Also, Dickens just sucks anyway. I want to punch stupid little Oliver and then hit him over the head with that whiny fuck Jane Eyre.
However, somehow, I can never seem to find either one. Even when one of them is in my little lipstick case, which you think would make it easier to find, since, hello, it is BIGGER, I can't lay a hand on it.
So, today, as I was digging in my GIANT bag for my small bottle of handcream, I finally found the lipstick case, which had been MIA for about 2 weeks. How my hand never came into contact with it before is remarkable. I thing there are wormholes and sometimes the lipsticks just disappear, have a party somewhere else, and come back, completely hungover and ready to rest. They taste a little like gin.
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I got my haircut today. I'm thinking (again) about color - but is it worth it to have it done at a salon? I used to color it all sorts of fun colors by myself, but I feel like I should be hitting the salon now.
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I have to read 2 Dickens novels for a class (Oliver Twist and Great Expectations). I think it is complete bullshit to have to read something that was written because the guy was PAID BUY THE FUCKING WORD. 533 pages? Bite me.
Also, Dickens just sucks anyway. I want to punch stupid little Oliver and then hit him over the head with that whiny fuck Jane Eyre.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
(Happy) New Year
Happy belated New Year.
I had a horrible migraine from Saturday on, so I went to bed at 10pm on NY's Eve. G and E woke me up at midnight to wish me a happy new year, at which point I mumbled something and went back to sleep.
I still have the dregs of my headache, and I think part of the problem is my (continuous) precarious money situation. It fucking drains me. I don't have enough money until I get my disbursement to buy all my books, so I've only got some books for a couple of my classes. And, of course, I have readings for all classes for the first week. yippee.
I just can't deal sometimes.
I had a horrible migraine from Saturday on, so I went to bed at 10pm on NY's Eve. G and E woke me up at midnight to wish me a happy new year, at which point I mumbled something and went back to sleep.
I still have the dregs of my headache, and I think part of the problem is my (continuous) precarious money situation. It fucking drains me. I don't have enough money until I get my disbursement to buy all my books, so I've only got some books for a couple of my classes. And, of course, I have readings for all classes for the first week. yippee.
I just can't deal sometimes.
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