Monday, February 28, 2005

Ten Things...


I noticed this on One Whipped Mother the other day and decided to swipe it. I know it's making the rounds, but it's good stuff, so here goes...


Ten Things I've Done That You Probably Haven't


  1. Walked on the lower level of the Bay Bridge in San Francisco. It was during a protest against the Gulf War, the day of Bush Sr.'s 'deadline' to Saddam. We got all crazy and rowdy and shit, had an impromptu march, which took a turn toward the bridge. We stopped traffic for hours.

  2. Pet a shark.

  3. Hiked to the top of Half Dome in Yosemite. One of the best, most exhilarating experiences of my life.

  4. Fed the fish in the roundabout at the Steinhart Aquarium in S.F. I was a volunteer and got to see a lot of really cool behind-the-scenes stuff most people don't. See item 2.

  5. Touched the band members of L7, and even held one of their guitars for a brief, shining moment.

  6. Saw Keanu Reeves play live with his crappy band, Dogstar. He plays bass.

  7. Peed on Market St. in San Francisco. It was about 3 am, I was drunk, and I really had to go.

  8. Attended an orgy.

  9. Touched an electric fence on purpose.

  10. Eaten crocodile. And ostrich.




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Song: Warp Brothers and Aquagen - Phatt Bass (Club Mix)
Book: The Heart of a Woman by Maya Angelou
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Friday, February 25, 2005

Shameless Plug


I'm desperate, what can I say. Who am I kidding? I'm beyond desperate. Check out my eBay listing. Please. I'd be grateful!

Soon I'll be living in a van down by the river...



Currently Playing...
Song: Depeche Mode - Useless (Kruder + Dorfmeister Mix)
Book: The Heart of a Woman by Maya Angelou
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Thursday, February 24, 2005

I'll Tell Ya What I Love..


Mrs. T's onion and potato pierogies, sauteed in some butter. Four minutes on each side, they come out all crispy on the outside and pure goodness on the inside. I don't know what it is about them, but I can make a dinner of about five or six, they fill me up and almost always totally hit the spot. I love them so much that I always buy the family-size pack.

What I also love is that my Plant and Soil Science midterm is d-o-n-e. Over. Finished. The best part, probably the absolute highlight of my semester, is the fact that the girl who sits next to me in CS class gave me a binder full of her old tests, quizzes, worksheets, and crop growth notebook from last semester. The tests aren't identical, so no one can call me a cheater. Besides, usually he puts study questions and a sample test up for check out in the library. However, this time, he didn't put out a test and I would have been so totally screwed had it not been for the green binder in my posession. You see, I haven't done much of anything in the past couple of weeks, homework or studying. I've been feeling pretty low and depressed, and completely unmotivated to do any work. Yesterday, I got together with Robin, and then another girl from our class showed up, and we all studied from the test. Again, it wasn't identical, and there was definitely stuff I didn't know, but I felt fairly good about it. The easy portion (i.e. short answer and true/false) were a complete breeze and I was stoked. I may have gotten some points on the bonus question. It will all come down to how well I got my ideas across, which, in this class, is far more difficult than you would imagine. Plus he's a real stickler when it comes to grading. But the good feeling I get is that I didn't bomb it, that studying yesterday actually taught me some stuff. Whee!

After CS lab, the teacher asked me if I'd learned anything in class today. I was honest and told him no. He looked confused and I said very frankly, "This class is very hard to follow." He gave me a look and replied, "Oh. I don't think so, huh?" before walking off. The biggest frustration is that he absolutely can NOT answer a simple question. I asked him if we needed to print out our Access reports for the lab assignment, and instead of just saying yes, he went on to tell me to hit alt-print and paste the image into Word. I did it, not really understanding why, and he said, "Okay! Yeah! See?" and then walked away. I was kind of like, oookaayy.. and then a few minutes later, I heard him tell someone they needed to print out their Access reports. You see what I have to deal with?



Currently Playing...
Song: Sheryl Crow - Steve McQueen (live)
Book: Power of the Witch by Laurie Cabot with Tom Cowan
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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Aaahh, Confusion..


My Computer Science class has lost me. We're at a point now where I don't really understand a damn thing. Asking the teacher to explain is pointless, because his explanations have little to do with the actual thing you're asking about. He likes to do this circular-talk of discussing all around what you're asking, such as the various steps to get there, and never, ever touches on what you need to know. His handouts aren't much better, either. He'll lay out steps you need to take to do lab work or a certain project, and miss some really important information in between. So it feels like you go from A to B to C to M. And you're like, Huzzawha??

We're doing databases in MS Access and learning some SQL. Today in class, I was just so lost. And then, at the end, he kept saying, "Aleeena, if you have question, you just ask, huh. Okay? You ask if there anything you don't understand, huh." My internal reaction to that was somewhat like if he'd told me I could strip naked, spread orange paint over my body, and run through the parking lot: "Uh huh." and "Yeah, right." I may be better off trying to find tutorials on the web and learning that way. God.

The highlight of today's class was the dirty hippie who sat next to me the entire time, even though he's not even in our class. He was just some random dude that decided he'd sit there, despite the teacher obviously being pissed about it, and do his homework. He wore headphones and was listening to his CD player while doing something with a nutrition program. He was so gross and he smelled. I have nothing against hippies, but dirty people are disgusting. He looked like he just emerged from his non-electricity-or-running-water cabin on a mountain somewhere. Hairy as hell, bushy beard, stringy hair; all of which was greasy. I felt like recommending a shower and a bar of soap. He's probably one of those hippies that doesn't use soap (if you've never lived in California, such people do exist) because of the environment -- nevermind that soap is biodegradable and SHOULD BE USED. Don't try to hide behind the environment because you enjoy being filthy and disgusting. Showering in his condition, the water would roll right off due to the protective coating of oil he had built up. Fucking gross.

At the halfway point in class, some chick walks in, crosses in front of the teacher, and stands in front of Dirty Hippie. She hands him some folders, and the teacher is like, "WTF? There is class in here right now." So Dirty Hippie proceeds to apologize, but makes no move to exit, much to my olfactory dismay. I couldn't believe this guy.

So glad to finally run out of there when it was over. I still have hippie stench lingering in my nostrils. I think maybe I need a shower just for sitting next to him. Ugh.



Currently Playing...
Song: Oceanographer - Vigils and Matins
Book: Power of the Witch by Laurie Cabot with Tom Cowan
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Saturday, February 19, 2005

Don't Forget To Get Your Twangers Out, and Play With Your Balls


I have to share this, it's too unbelievable.

For those of you who don't know, "Rainbow" was a credible childrens TV show from the 70's and 80's. This clip was actually broadcast and watched by millions.


Rainbow - Twangers Clip



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Song: Cold - Stupid Girl
Book: Power of the Witch by Laurie Cabot with Tom Cowan
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Quasi-Daily Photo + Crazy Story


Daily Photo: Bang!

Here I thought I was living in a quaint college town, but apparently I am living in the ghetto. Angie came up to visit me yesterday, and after coming back to my place after dinner and meeting her first girlfriend, someone she hadn't seen in about ten years, we were just hanging out and listening to music.

We'd been back about twenty minutes when we heard a pop outside, which neither of us thought much about, because the stupid college kids in my neighborhood do dumb things while drinking like set off firecrackers. They also yell and scream a lot, which is important to note, because after two more pops very close to the house, we heard shrieking outside.

At first Angie thought someone was hurting a dog because it sounded sort of like an animal in pain, and I think a dog had barked during the loud bangs, so I turned down the music to listen. It wasn't an animal, it was a girl screaming and shrieking hysterically while running up the street to the house next door. There's an empty lot with a bonfire pit between our two houses, so I had assumed the kids were out there setting off firecrackers. The pops sounded very close by.

Angie pulled the curtains back to peek outside and watched the hysterical girl run up to the house. Whatever was going on did NOT seem normal. Shortly thereafter, two cop cars showed up and the police began questioning the kids next door. The cops looked up and saw us peeking out of the windows, and immediately came walking toward our building.

Folks, there was a shooting OUTSIDE MY HOUSE. Not down the street, not on my block, literally outside my house. I am so not kidding. My upstairs neighbors found this bullet casing in the dirt in front of our front porch, along with some traces of blood.

The guys upstairs said some people were fighting right outside, and then one of them apparently pulled the gun. The blood could have been from the fight, who knows. But the cops came to my door, then came inside to question us. We explained what we knew, which was very little, and then they said, "Well, thanks. If it turns out someone was killed, we'll be back."

Nice.



Currently Playing...
Song: Alanis Morrissette - Surrendering
Book: Power of the Witch by Laurie Cabot with Tom Cowan
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Friday, February 18, 2005

Life


Well, things are both good and bad. I'm currently experiencing what I assume to be my monthly PMS-induced bout of depression, so it's been rather difficult to find the energy or desire to do things I should, such as post.

I had tests in two of my other classes last week, and the good news is that I made better than C's on both of them. Halelujah! I actually got an A on my Computer Sciences test, despite not studying and sort of bullshitting my way through the test, but it was all on operating systems and HTML, so no biggie. I kind of know that stuff anyway. My Conservation Biology test made my week. When I first got it back, I'd made 79.2% on it. I knew enough on the test to pass, but I was disturbed by the other stuff on there that I didn't know. I re-copied my notes the night before, and I have no idea where some of the questions came from. Totally don't know where or when we covered that stuff, but I've been lazy and not doing all the readings, so I figure that's probably it. I was a little bummed that if I'd only gotten one more question right, I'd have pulled a B. Then I looked over the test, and one question, which I didn't remember covering but remembered the answer from my Ecology class 800 years ago, I was a little bugged because I'd been so sure I'd gotten it right. It had to do with the scientific term for cold-blooded animals. The supposed correct answer just seemed wrong to me, but the professor said we could come to his office for any Scantron mistakes and get them fixed. So I went to the computer lab, Googled the term I'd marked as the answer, and guess what? I was right! I practically skipped to his office, and there were about 20 other people waiting for test corrections. As he walked by, he greeted us with, "Holy shit! Well, afternoon, all you ectotherms!"

So somehow, by the grace of God, I got that one question corrected and managed to get a B on the test. w00t! Additionally, the girl who sits next to me in CS happened to have taken my Plant and Soil Science class with the same professor last semester, and she lent me her corrected tests, quizzes, slide drawings, and crop growth notebook. I nearly peed my pants with happiness, you have no idea. I know Robin will be bouncing off the walls with glee, as well.

I started therapy again, free through the university, a couple weeks ago. I've felt it was time to talk to someone again, and start working through the personal shit that bugs the hell out of me. As in, my personality flaws that I hate and have no idea how to change. I think this will be good, not only in having an outlet to sit and cry somewhere once a week, but also to help me work on some issues, such as my low self-esteem and being so self-absorbed.

I got some prints that were on sale from AllPosters.com, including 'The Kiss', which I've wanted for over a year. And it was on sale! Plus, I found a Happy Bunny t-shirt with my most favoritest saying.. "it worries me how dumb you are." Haha. Now I just need the "skool makes you sooper smartt" shirt, so I can wear it to my Plant and Soil Science class. Stab, kill, maim! Skool! Aaargh!

So all of that is good. I still am really hating this semester and find it very difficult to do work at the level that I should. It's part lack of interest, part lack of motivation, part frustration. I just want this damn semester over with. I hate almost all of my classes, which is so disappointing to me, especially since the one class I was most looking forward to has turned out to be TEH WORST CLASS EVAR. Plus, I think I will have to get a job, because I may be able to scrape by, but it's going to be super-tight.

The L Word starts up again on Sunday, yay! Other shows I've been really enjoying are Lost, Medium, The Apprentice, and Committed. If you've seen Committed, you know about Nate and his piles of legal pads. It occurred to me the other day that I'm sort of Nate in a way. I have about 10 different notebooks, all randomly filled with thoughts, mix lists, directions, doodling, etc. It strikes me as sad-amusing, because I can never manage to organize them, like one for mixes, one for goals/thoughts, yadda, because when I have to write something down, I tend to just grab whatever is closest. The life of a disorganized mind, I suppose.



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Song: Maroon 5 - Not Coming Home
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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Invisible Me: TTL Post

This has recently been on my mind, so I decided to write a post for The Lesbian Lifestyle.


Invisible Me


Sometimes, out of the blue, the thought will hit me that I will be single forever. Usually being single doesn't bother me overly, but in these moments of stark realization, I am saddened and pulled down by the thought.

I try to figure out why I'm continually single and can never come up with an obvious reason. Currently the thread that is interwoven into my life is that because I'm not a stereotypical lesbian, I simply don't get seen. I vacillate between wanting to cut my hair short in order to send the message and liking my somewhat feminine appearance. I'm not a person you'd look at and immediately think, "Yeah, she's gay."

When I disclose the fact to new acquaintances, I invariably hear things like, "You're gay?" or "Wow, I'd never have taken you for a lesbian."

I'm used to being different, that's not the problem. But I can't help but wish for more queer women in my life, either platonically or otherwise. And I can't help but wonder how much of it has less to do with personality or physical attractiveness than the pure fact that to most lesbians, I'm inappreciable. I don't know what goes on in their heads, whether they write me off as "who knows" or "straight" because they're not sure, but the truth is it often feels as if I barely exist at all. As if I'm a nearly transparent phantasm that floats amongst them at the bars, the marches, the pride parades.

While I'm still growing, changing, and figuring out how I work on many levels, I have little desire to change the core of who I am to fit into stereotypes or to please other people. It seems shallow to me to cut my hair short in order to look more masculine and, thus, look more lesbian. I'm not feminine or attractive enough to fit into the traditional "femme" role, nor do I feel that at all describes who I am or what my interests are. I am mostly at a loss to discern my niche, my place in the community, because it hasn't yet been made okay to cherish and enjoy my equally masculine and feminine sides. It's as if even the lesbian community is most comfortable if a woman has a defined male or female role and/or appearance.

Not that long ago, I came upon a term I hadn't heard before: tweener. I was curious, and upon investigation, I learned that there is actually a label for what I am -- someone who falls right in the middle, straddling the line between male and female. I dislike the term, as it sounds rather dorky to say, and I feel it lacks the same seriousness of the other, more established labels of "butch" and "femme". However, it describes me, and I have neither regret nor apology for being this way. Part of why I hesitate to adopt a more masculine appearance is that I enjoy being recognized as what I am, a woman. Frankly, when my hair is very short, I look like a boy. I did try that particular style for a while, and what surprised me most was how popular I suddenly became within the lesbian community of the city in which I was living at the time. I felt comfortable enough with the hairstyle due to the large lesbian population and size of the city, and I fully admit the sudden demand for my company was a nice boost for my wounded ego.

When I moved south, into a much more conservative state with a starkly smaller and less organized lesbian and gay community, I quickly tired of the public bathroom confrontations, and of being called "sir". It's not me, or who I am, and I don't have the inner desire or constitution to hold up in the face of constantly being mistaken for a man. Don't get me wrong, I have respect and admiration for the women who deal with this on a daily basis, especially those who it doesn't bother. But I'm a woman; admittedly a woman with some strong masculine traits, but nonetheless, I love that which makes me female.

I wish I had a solution or some easy answer. To my reckoning, there is none. I keep telling myself that the only person I need is myself, and if The One is out there, someone who will similarly cherish and enjoy my traits, I will find her. It just disappoints me, the invisibility I feel. At the very least, it would be nice to have some fun once in a while.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Quasi-Daily Photo


Technically, not taken by me, but I'm amused enough by it to post it. I made this a few months ago right before the election, then totally forgot about it until I happened to be going through some draft posts on one of my other blogs and there it was.

One up in the photojournal: Evil (Fun With Photoshop)

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Quasi-Daily Photo


One up in the photojournal: My Beautiful Family



Currently Playing...
Song: Ani DiFranco - To the Teeth [live]
Book: Overreachers, the magazine story compilation thinger The Marthas gave me.
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Saturday, February 12, 2005

Burn It Winter 2005


Whew.. took me forever, but I finally finished this season's Burn It mix. The theme is remixes, so now you know why so many have been showing up in my Currently Playing list. ;) I started out with over 500 songs to weed through, knocked it down to about 150, went through again and got it to around 50.. the last few passes were definitely the hardest, as pretty much all 50 of the songs were ones I really liked and wanted to share.

Here's my final mix:

REMIXED - Burn It Winter 2005


  1. Dido - Here With Me (Rollo Mix)
  2. Ani DiFranco - Joyful Girl (Peace and Love Mix)
  3. Afro-Celt Sound System - Whirl-Y-Reel (Beard and Sandals Mix)
  4. Anastacia - Left Outside Alone (Jason Nevins Global Mix)
  5. Janet Jackson - All Night (Don't Stop) (Funkymix)
  6. Benny Benassi - Satisfaction (Club Mix)
  7. Moby - Volkswagen Jetta Commercial (Ambient Remix)
  8. BT - Dreaming (12" Mix)
  9. They Might Be Giants - Man, It's So Loud In Here (Hot 2002 Remix)
  10. Bond - Victory Remix
  11. Melissa Ferrick - Drive (MK's Moog Mix)
  12. Groove Armada - Shakin' That Ass (Fatboy Slim Mix)
  13. Depeche Mode - In Your Room (Portishead Remix)
  14. T.A.T.U. - 30 Minutes Remix

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Quasi-Daily Photo


Cause some days, there's not much to shoot.. but today, snow! I love snow, it makes everything pretty.

One up in the photojournal: Winter Wonderland



Currently Playing...
Song: Sinead O'Connor - Troy (Trance Vocal Mix)
Book: Overreachers, the magazine story compilation thinger The Marthas gave me.
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Wednesday, February 09, 2005

The Wonders of the Modern Appliance


I bought a carrot cake mix and some fakey cream cheese frosting last week, and decided to make it tonight. I hadn't used my oven yet, though two of the stove burners won't light by themselves, so I decided I'd turn it on to test if it was working. I let it go for a minute or so and it felt warm, so I left it on to pre-heat.

Something like ten minutes later, the mix all mixed, the pan buttered, the batter poured, I open the oven to insert the cake, and somewhat unsurprisingly, the oven wasn't hot, but was definitely full of gas. Of course I immediately freaked out about blowing the house up and opened the kitchen door to let fresh air circulate. Then I stopped to ponder what the hell I was going to do with a pan full of cake batter and an oven that doesn't work. It seemed both a shame and a disappointment to throw away the batter after all the physical labor involved in not owning an electric mixer.

Being the clever ape I am, I tossed aside the idea of somehow microwaving it, and realized I have a perfectly good toaster oven that might do the trick. "Can you bake a cake in a toaster oven?" I asked myself. I decided to find out.

First thing I realized was that a change of pans was in order. My 9x13 wasn't going to fit in the toaster oven. I dug through my cabinet and came up with two loaf pans. Two did not fit at a time, ha ha. So this would be an hour ordeal. But I love experiments, so I popped the first one in.

You will be pleased to note that you can indeed bake a cake in the toaster oven. However, if yours is anything like mine, the top will eventually burn because of the close proximity to the heating coil. So if you want to bake a cake in the toaster oven, I recommend baking it about halfway normally, and then covering it with a piece of foil to prevent the top being burnt to shit.

Overall, it took about 35 minutes to bake each loaf, and they turned out moderately well, considering. I'm just amused by the fact that my apartment is so ghetto that I have to resort to such things.



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Song: Groove Armada - Shakin' That Ass (Fatboy Slim Mix)
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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Banging My Head On the Desk


I just got back my Plant and Soil Sciences test and I got 73 fucking percent on it. I am so mad, so frustrated, I feel like hitting something. Some of the answers I got 0 on, and I couldn't even tell you why. I crumpled my test up and threw it on the floor because, yes, I am five years old.

Oh, that swooshing noise you hear? That's the sound of my GPA swiftly going down the toilet.

I HATE THIS FUCKING CLASS.

Monday, February 07, 2005

News From the Inside


Yes, yes, I live. It's been a really rough month or so for me, and I've found it somewhat daunting to deal with it and blog about it at the same time. Besides, I've done my fair share of bitching and whining here, and I really didn't want to keep posting like that. Sure, this is my journal, and generally I'm pretty free with my innerworkings.. I just would like to expand my readership and feel like complaining all the time isn't going to do it. I can't help it; I'm an attention whore and lately it's really dawned on me that my concept here isn't exactly bringing in and keeping new people. Though it's kind of sad, because I think I'm pretty funny and entertaining in person, it just somehow doesn't translate here.

Anyhoo.. things are definitely getting better. Driving back into town last night after a weekend at Angie's, it dawned on me that Morgantown feels more like home than it ever has. No more feeling like an outsider lost in a strange town, in fact, I was quite happy to see all the lights and know that this is where I live now. It's so much better than Parkersburg in many ways! Even though I do get lost still and, after taking a different, 'I have no idea where the hell I am right now' route to my apartment, I realized there is still a huge portion of the city that I haven't even seen yet.

After living at the end of a dead end street for so long, when I first moved here, it was a little shocking that if I opened my front door, there might be people walking around right outside. I grew up in San Francisco, so it's not like I've never been surrounded by people everywhere, but I think I get so adapted to my surroundings that changing to something new takes a while. I'm definitely much more used to seeing lots of random strangers strolling outside than a month ago. This is good, as it means I'm beginning to settle in.

I spent the past 30 days or so in a constant state of heightened, freaked out stress over school and my job. The latter turned out to be one major suckfest; the owner I guess decided he didn't like me, so he picked on me a lot and it felt like he made my life at work very difficult. I'm a total people-pleaser, and I take it very hard and very personally when I give my all to get some sort of recognition and it doesn't work. I won't go into all the details here, as I'm sort of mentally past hashing it all out, but I will say I drew the line on my last night of work when he began yelling at me in front of everyone, apparently loud enough to hear in the front of the restaurant, and then his verbal barrage turned into swearing at me. We were busy and I'd been working really hard that night trying to balance his demands on top of those of the stressed-out server I was supposed to be backing. I was so livid and frustrated that I ended up in a teary rage and had to go upstairs to calm down. After much debate (maybe too much.. the decision probably should have been easier) and discussion with a counselor at Student Services, I realized that it had to end. I couldn't handle that stress along with school, and I was on the very edge of cracking completely.

When I called in for the next week's schedule and found I had only one shift in the entire week, I think that was it for me. I'd had a feeling he was going to fire me, but then he hired two new people, and, because the place is so small staff-wise, I immediately got that he was trying to make me quit. To me, it wasn't worth it, even though the temptation of making a lot of money was quite strong. But at what point do you stop selling your soul for money? I really did feel this job was sucking my soul right out. So I quit. I feel a little guilty for how I did it, in a snail mail letter, but as I told him, I felt totally uncomfortable stepping foot back in the restaurant. I didn't want to talk to him, I just wanted to quit. I also made it clear that I found his behavior unacceptable, and that I refused to work under those conditions.

It's amazing to me how much better I feel now that that isn't in my life anymore. I feel so much more on top of things; even the Plant and Soil Sciences class that brought me to tears the Friday before my last work shift feels doable to me now. Yeah, it's hard, but it's okay now. I can focus on school for the moment, try to get into the groove of university (much harder than community college, OMG), and try to get settled. I also took advantage of the free therapy offered by WVU, and talking to the counselor helped me immensely. I don't know what it is about talking to a professional, but it's really what I needed. I think I cried almost the whole time, but it felt so good to admit to someone that I was drowning in the overwhelming pressure and stress. I have weekly appointments, which should be good, as I've recently felt the desire to get back into therapy, at least for a while. I may not have to take advantage of all twelve sessions, but at least the option is there.

I just feel so much lighter and more capable of dealing with shit now. I had my first exam of the semester last week on Thursday, and two more this week. The first was my Plant and Soil Sciences class, something that has been stressing me out to no end. My lab partner, Robin, and I decided to get together Wednesday night at the library to check out the study questions and example test, and to study together. He has like a hundred in-depth questions there that were freaking us out because it totally fed into our fears that this test would be out-of-control. This teacher is insane, what he expects, and secondly, with his little English lessons in class (!) -- "Saying a root grows into the soil is incorrect. It grows in the soil." -- I think he is a major hard-ass as far as grading. But studying with Robin totally did the trick and I know I felt that I DID NOT BOMB THE TEST!!! Yay! I may not get an A, but a B would make me pee my pants with glee. After all, a B is not an F. I would cry if I got an F. So that was a tremendous relief, and after that, everything seems to have gotten so much better.

I finally got my first loan check, and was able to pay my overdue bills, as well as buy some necessities and not-so-necessities. I finally got a printer, I am so stoked to say. I found a Brother 6-in-one dealie for less than $100 at Office Depot. The nickle-and-diming of school grates on my nerves a bit. Things like having paid a $365 lab fee for my computer science class, and yet still having to pay 10 cents a sheet for lab assignment printouts. But whatever, I'm hoping I can print my own stuff and save a little cash that way.

I found a vibrator on Amazon for $2.99 (plus shipping and fees, came to about $8). I am pretty excited to finally have a B.O.G. (Battery Operated Girlfriend) again.. it's been exactly ten years since my last one. No, I didn't break it or wear it out, but one of the batteries leaked and ruined the thing. I don't know what's taken me so long to get another, I guess the price and my not really being in love with any particular kind or style. But $2.99, how the hell can you beat that?

I also got a reeeeallly super comfy foam mattress pad at Wal-Mart that is like a little slice of heaven to sleep on. My mattress is about ten years old and I was recently lamenting that it definitely is not as soft or comfortable as it used to be. Angie has a pad just like mine, and her bed is beyond comfortable. I used it last night and I swear I got a significantly better night's sleep. I have been down to one pair of jeans, and I found a pair of cool Gap jeans for $10 at T.J. Maxx. I also splurged and bought a bottle of Fendi perfume for $18; it smells just like a scent that was popular when I was younger. I never could figure out what it was so I could get my own, but I always loved it. Someone would walk by wearing it and I'd go, "Oooooooooo, it's that scent.. what is it!" I sprayed on the Fendi, and though I liked it, decided not to get it because of the cost, and since I'm an unemployed bum, I was trying to not go overboard with my purchases. But then, after smelling it all day and loving it, I had to go back and get it. It's really spicy and yummy.

Anyway, things are looking up and I'm hoping they'll get more positive around here, too. I'm going to try to take at least one picture a day, so I can get a daily photo thing going in my photojournal. I'm trying out the Flickr badge at the top of the page.. not sure if I like it or not. I played with the code for an hour and couldn't get the borders to go away, nor could I fix the semi-annoying varying of picture sizes. Let me know what you think, though, if it should stay or I should get rid of it.



Currently Playing...
Song: Static X - Bled For Days
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Thursday, February 03, 2005

Google Bomb


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Currently Playing...
Song: Chemical Brothers - The Private Psychadelic Reel
Book: How to Cook a Tart by Nina Killham
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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

My Computer Science Professor


I brought my camera to school with me, mainly because I've noticed I'm missing some great shots lately. While sitting in class, falling asleep, I was ruminating on the fact that my teacher is so totally difficult to understand. It's not just his accent, but when you ask a question, he apparently doesn't understand what you're asking, so it's basically all totally futile.

I decided to make a couple .avi files of him lecturing. Can't understand him? Neither can I.

this is an audio post - click to play


this is an audio post - click to play