tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55358342011-08-05T05:51:19.764-07:00A Day in the Lifeprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1139804260791013402006-02-12T19:49:00.000-08:002006-02-12T20:17:43.383-08:00the maltese honeycrisp appleSo, you like sweets, do you? I know a place that's sweeter than sweetness itself. In this sweet place, earthly donuts are sour as poison -- you'd spit them out, you would! [pounds fist] I'm talking about my bag of honeycrisp apples, which was cruelly stolen between the hours of 9 a.m and 11 p.m today.As Winston Churchhill once said, there is nothing worse than when procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1139672845296114252006-02-11T07:46:00.000-08:002006-02-11T07:50:05.393-08:00an open letters to the powers that be: aka angela and adamDear Angela and Adam,Where do I even begin? How do I explain the mysterious chain of events that placed me at the barn instead of the place that claimed and probably succeeded in being hotter than july?It is impossible to explain myself without alluding to Trader Joe's, Philly's 30th Street station, a missed phone call, and a thick procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1134974093927253192005-12-18T22:34:00.000-08:002005-12-18T22:36:35.183-08:00Happy one year anniversary from when I posted last!I'm turning 21 in 90 minutes. Hopefully I can finish my three papers before then.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1103389360410838712004-12-18T08:52:00.000-08:002004-12-18T10:41:53.080-08:00don't you love it when someone lends you a pencil?
and then she leaves the room without asking for it back?
and then you realize that it's as good as yours because you'll probably never see her again in your life because you both were taking the same fucking econ final whose material you kinda learned in two days after going to about half the classes but are feeling strangely good about because procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1101947281585929412004-12-01T16:21:00.000-08:002004-12-01T16:28:01.586-08:00north window
so i always look into the home next door when at my computer -- which faces a window -- and i would always see what i thought was the back of an old man's head, staring, always staring, at a darkened television screen. who is this man? i would ask myself. what is it he thinks he sees? and it would inspire me.
i now realize, on closer inspection, that it is what appears to be procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1101603692219194732004-11-27T16:28:00.000-08:002004-11-27T17:29:03.316-08:00just don't laugh
phallic joke, homophobic joke, remember-back-in-high-school-when-you-could-count-the-number-of-times-you-had-been-drunk?-haha-well-is-infinity-a-number?-i-couldn't-tell-you,-my-brain-is-so-riddled-with-beer-and-bong-resin joke.
i will not write off my discomfort as some inherent difference in the sexes. it came from being the only person in the group not trying to live up to procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1101267408207779592004-11-23T19:35:00.000-08:002004-11-23T20:14:07.203-08:00hmmmmmm....
-huge chunks of plaster fell from my ceiling. into my unpacked suitcase containing all my clothes.
-assassins is starting up again. do i dare?
(muses)
procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1099542486087519272004-11-03T19:53:00.000-08:002004-11-04T23:01:17.040-08:00....................
maybe if i can laugh off provisional ballots as a liberal media creation, maybe if i can pretend i didn't exchange excited text messages about that zogby poll tuesday while knocking on doors for kerry, maybe if i leave no paper trail of actually having been hopeful, it means i wasn't.
of course, i'm not a corrupt ohio diebold machine. i'm just a girl who stayed up all nightprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1097209803168666162004-10-07T22:25:00.000-07:002004-10-07T21:31:46.376-07:00Why do all my paper experiences culminate in my desperately writing the midnight before it's due while blasting "eye of the tiger?"
My goals are to somehow get this paper finished, stay awake in class tomorrow, and find some form of state-issued ID so I can get on the plane tomorrow.
procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1096958850135214152004-10-04T23:36:00.000-07:002004-10-05T01:25:13.073-07:00pierce college: It's a real college!
the slogan above came on the radio yesterday as drew, anna and i were in the car driving to our cheapest area grocery store. It was the most amazing and defensive thing I have ever heard.
of course, coming from a school whose mascot is essentially menstruation imagery, i suppose i shouldn't talk.
i still have to edit all these papers for the russian novels procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1096852734047239332004-10-03T17:37:00.000-07:002004-10-03T18:22:18.763-07:00why am i posting?
what I should be doing: studying for my midterm and writing two papers
what I am doing: fretting about my midterm and two papers and occasionally going in on big bags of salt and vinegar chips with my apartment mates
what food is in my apartment's kitchen: a loaf of potato bread
where we got it from: Sharples
where we got our toilet paper: Sharples upstairs bathroom
why we're procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1094311597415483092004-09-04T08:08:00.000-07:002004-09-04T08:30:33.503-07:00the cosmic ballet goes on
And the ecosystem of an intro class continues to run smoothly. Same old effortlessly cool seniors, who acknowledge that they need a credit in said subject and are damn entertaining. Same old freshmen, who preface all their class comments with, "Are you suggesting . . .?" Same old sophomores, who are just happy not to be associated with freshmen. And there are no juniorsprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1092857359196807122004-08-18T12:24:00.000-07:002004-08-18T12:49:56.710-07:00won't you pick apart with me?
I had a weird dream last night where I was walking home to the barn from campus, and I didn't know how to get there and then I was trapped in this triangular, white-outlined crosswalk with cars edging past the borders despite the red light. Finally, I ended up running across the street to escape death and was prompty fined for jaywalking.
Probably just procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1092648174853723402004-08-16T02:21:00.000-07:002004-08-18T13:10:13.223-07:00who would I even apologize to?
Well, it's been an entire month and then some. And, heartless girl that I am, I've left my readers guessing which item on my list of fabulously expensive summer activities I decided to pursue. One of my many, many paid-internship offers? A brief stint as Sideshow Eva? Yachting in whatever body of water is closest to my house? All three, simultaneously?
Okay, fine. procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1088059375004028482004-06-23T23:36:00.000-07:002004-06-25T10:32:37.493-07:004th heidi's the charm
In case you couldn't tell, that was a misleading title. Unless you consider charm as having to decide between going to an interview with runs in your stockings, or going with too-short knee highs.
I just applied to 4 temp agencies and 3 out of the four women who interviewed me were named Heidi. They were varying degrees of friendly, pretty and condescending.
Anyway, procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1087427969733355722004-06-16T14:43:00.000-07:002004-06-19T14:05:09.326-07:00"male" and "sitcom staff writer?" synonymous!
I just saw a Friends rerun where the sole purpose of each of the three subplots was to make fun of people who deviate from traditional gender roles. In subplot one, Joey wears women's underwear to reinforce his masculinity, but ends up enjoying it so much that Phoebe tells him that she thinks "it's important that you take them off." Meanwhile, whenprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1086562424348586222004-06-06T15:24:00.000-07:002004-06-06T16:46:36.056-07:00the major events in my life, including but not limited to:
1. my sister's graduation. It was cool and dry out, I wore my "Usher" nametag far into the night, and I got away with several of those small green bottles of Perrier that only appear on campus during times of death or transition. Sometimes both, like those transitive deaths the movie stars are always talking about.
2. my new apartmentprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1085267422619470532004-05-22T15:58:00.000-07:002004-05-22T16:10:22.620-07:00a subtle hint?
They took away the snack machine and both computers. Now it's just me and two seniors, the only three with enough guts to brave our creepily silent dorm for yet another week. And the riot-proof walls are making me claustrophobic and are forcing me to cancel the rioting blueprints with which I filled two notebooks. It was going to involve all my dirty clothes and empty soda cans.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-108492198526107162004-05-18T15:17:00.000-07:002004-05-18T19:58:33.170-07:00a riddle
Q: What do you get when you cross 1. an unattractive man who sings like Jack Black when he's trying to be cheeky and 2. Scary Spice?
A: The most unlikely Roger and Mimi pairing. Possibly ever.
Rent was the first sign we saw when we emerged from the subways 5 minutes to showtime. Our former Spice Girl was not an altogether surprise treat, for I had heard and somewhat comprehended a procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1084067604682516572004-05-08T18:53:00.000-07:002004-05-08T18:58:44.123-07:00MY LAST PAPER IS DONE!!!
(Eva does a tiny dance).
And only one exam left. And do I care? No. And might I flunk? Probably. And am I aware of the repurcussions? You bet.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1083815271443913402004-05-05T20:47:00.000-07:002004-05-05T21:06:00.013-07:00how you can tell it's finals
1. the gameroom is deserted.
2. everyone is going to scream out their window at midnight.
3. SWIL swept through Sharples today dressed in cloaks in an impersonation of a Monty Python skit.
4. when I give a person a side-long glance and spin around in a circle, I can read their minds.
5. i was right about the plural, because when I spin around in a circle, one procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1083814323628813542004-05-05T20:32:00.000-07:002004-05-05T20:36:12.653-07:00it couldn't be the paper . . .
Today I brainstormed a playlist for a party I'm throwing next year, sat around in Sharples for two hours instead of writing my paper, and watched a documentary about the Olsen Twins on TV. And yet, I still feel unfulfilled.
What is up with the universe?procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1083624174233344942004-05-03T15:42:00.000-07:002004-05-03T20:48:51.110-07:00actually, noteworthy
I love those stories like Poisonwood Bible, or that Jem and the Holograms choose-your-own-adventure book I used to have, that switch between multiple points of view. You finish reading and just have this feeling. This rich feeling. So, lest this weekend be written off as a distraction between the various professor-sightings-and-dodgings that characterize my school days, I procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1083558929677919302004-05-02T21:35:00.000-07:002004-05-02T21:46:55.420-07:00a delicate balance
I don't care what everyone says: getting an unconcerned response from your professor after emailing a paper 8 days late makes it all worthwhile.
Why do I do it? Because I can, baby.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1083291520148436272004-04-29T18:55:00.000-07:002004-04-29T19:57:32.500-07:00no-fail icebreaker
People always ask me how I'm doing. I used to mutter "fine, okay? Why don't you turn the heat down on this pressure cooker?" Now I say, "I'm writing a paper that was due last Friday!" And then a conversation flows like melted butter onto a kaiser roll. But it might be because I really, really would rather do anything than write my paper.
My apathy is in part due to my procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1083025402641898352004-04-26T17:21:00.000-07:002004-04-26T17:26:26.030-07:00I must really be making progress in my efforts to be motivated. I care so much about this poetry paper, I can't even get myself to start it.
Also, I think that the little minimized icons at the bottom of apple screens are pretty but unnecessary.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1083023728991290932004-04-26T16:37:00.000-07:002004-04-27T05:39:00.700-07:00capital steps
When I woke up at 5 a.m. Sunday morning, I didn't think it was worth it. When the organizers took two of our meals and mysteriously equated it to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and V8 Splashes, I didn't think it was worth it. But being part of the biggest march in US history? Definitely worth it. And not just 'cause of the famous people.
. . . though it was amazing to hearprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1082862438716823132004-04-24T20:07:00.000-07:002004-04-24T20:14:56.686-07:00what I did today:
-hung around Sharples for two hours talking about the Olsen Twins and intimidation
-went into Philly
-bought three Sweet Valley Twins and a pair of mittens at the senior sale
what I should have done today:
-written my english paper that was due Friday
what I'm doing tomorrow
-marching around our nation's capital in support of women's lives
-seeing an old friend (hopefully)
procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1082736681784196202004-04-23T09:06:00.000-07:002004-04-23T09:15:25.983-07:00stupid, compassionate english professor
I ask for extension on my final paper until Saturday. She voluntarily gives me one until Tuesday.
Ugh. Monday is going to be hell.
procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1082655921905225842004-04-22T10:45:00.000-07:002004-04-22T11:00:57.763-07:00specstacular
they're everywhere. And they get free mugs with "Class of 2008" written on one side and a magic 8-ball painted on the other. And they wouldn't let me have one even though I skulked around the mug handout for 15 minutes. And Earthlust is selling mugs their honor.
One spec sitting at our table was telling his new friends that, by applying to 17 schools with a 90% rejection rate, procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1082429799807584572004-04-19T19:56:00.000-07:002004-04-19T21:10:24.920-07:00french kills
really. After all those people who told me I was "crazy" and "paranoid" and "looking for an excuse to justify my horrible, horrible attitude toward any language class I've ever taken."
This morning I burst into french ten minutes late, with glasses on and a hat pulled over my hair. Andrew G. (my assassin) was nowhere in sight. At the end of class, I made my friend Eliz B. scan procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1082342370654239902004-04-18T19:39:00.000-07:002004-04-18T19:43:47.733-07:00as if my paranoia weren't severe enough already . . .
Made 2 kills 2 days. only 3 people are left.
Alternating stress about the hard-core person after me, the hard-core person I'm after, and the hardcore within me that I never knew existed. Also schoolwork factors in there somewhere.
Or maybe it doesn't, but I know it should, which is impressive, kinda.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1082146708078747002004-04-16T13:17:00.000-07:002004-04-16T13:21:21.310-07:007 people left. The new rule is a kill every 24 hours. I'm going to have to be stalking all day.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1082126088549675902004-04-16T07:34:00.000-07:002004-04-16T07:47:43.590-07:00Top ten. Nothing is safe. But I am bargaining for my survival.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1082044366919106322004-04-15T08:52:00.000-07:002004-04-15T08:55:38.496-07:00In the top 17. But being ruthlessly stalked. Fearing for life.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1082000934542270382004-04-14T20:48:00.000-07:002004-04-14T20:52:03.623-07:00I haven't done my paper due Tuesday, I haven't done my french listening, and I didn't even know about the french assignment that was due in class. But that's okay. because I just made a kill today.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1081917288906363132004-04-13T21:34:00.000-07:002004-04-13T21:37:39.250-07:00help!
oh god. the death squad is after me. i'm locking myself in an undisclosed location.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1081901803745784872004-04-13T17:16:00.000-07:002004-04-13T17:19:34.153-07:00fight club
So I was tipped off that my target was in McCabe and saw him go into the bathroom. So I wait outside, pretending to read some periodical. Anyway, he leaves the bathroom, I get cocky and take a swipe at his ass. He IMMEDIATELY turns around and wrestles me to the ground. Keep in mind this is very pre-emptive, because he's a big, hulking guy and I'm a tiny little woman. Like some procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1081837649495799372004-04-12T23:27:00.000-07:002004-04-12T23:39:12.233-07:00mon-ass-day
or some other clever title that incorporates the word "ass" into it. Tonight I stood outside my target's club for an hour pretending to read a poetry book (and loudly talking to Kate about literary devices, who just sort of nodded along confusedly) but he never showed up. I think he's on to me. Then again, he might just be out of town. Dammit. I really, really need to make a procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1081709465681504332004-04-11T11:51:00.000-07:002004-04-11T11:53:53.403-07:00Easster
Only nine players have been killed so far, but I attribute my still being alive to my stealth, cunning and cafeteria trays. Also, I take notice when people look at me with shifty eyes. But that might be because of the cafeteria trays. procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1081467395131281342004-04-08T16:36:00.000-07:002004-04-09T16:17:46.826-07:00passassover
Day four of staying kosher and unleavened for passover and scrambled eggs twice a day. I had a fabulous, albeit shortened, seder with Stef and Eliz. We skipped over all the psalms but managed to keep in all the manachevitz. Liz and I discovered that whatever restraint we had in previous years when it came to reciting the thirteen verses of that one psalm as fast as we can is now procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1081102130677591542004-04-04T11:08:00.000-07:002004-04-04T11:39:10.373-07:00committing kerry-kerrey
Granted, former competitions such as Gephardt and Edwards are much higher on the list, but I made a promise to myself years ago that I would vote for any Kerry-Kerrey ticket. It's just redundant sounding in this way that really makes you think.
Anyway, the few hours of this weekend that weren't usurped by America's farmers or the pain that is The Prince and Me were procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1080868135338695652004-04-01T17:08:00.000-08:002004-04-01T17:16:37.246-08:00april fools!
How's this for a joke? One of my former professors finally returned a six-month-old paper to my mailbox and addressed it to my sister. It's great to see that I'm making my mark in the class room. I guess I shouldn't take it too personally, though. The package also included a paper my sister had written for the same professor over a year ago.
As for real jokes, "Prez Bloom" procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1080764886843780462004-03-31T12:05:00.000-08:002004-03-31T12:30:43.873-08:00to sum
1. Someone stole my umbrella last night while I was at the library.
3. Everyone I know except for me was invited at random to partake in a campus poll which had 75 cents attached to it. In quarters. Quarters are worth more than regular money.
4. I still haven't, per se, "started" my paper that was due Monday which I mananged to get an extension on.
5. Two campus organizations' procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-108062763701205302004-03-29T22:20:00.000-08:002004-03-29T22:44:12.233-08:00to do list
finish my column for which I have already received a surly phone call
start my Women's Studies paper that was due today which I received an extention on
read Anne Sexton poetry
write a fake letter to my grandparents -- in french -- asking for money to go on an exotic voyage
make sure I don't accidently send the letter
apply for lots of awesome internships
get lots of positive responsesprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1079937668939897232004-03-21T22:41:00.000-08:002004-03-21T23:06:59.763-08:00upper upper mezzanine
After a frantic few days of scrambling to get an apartment, of being kicked out of 1, 2, and 3S during an unheard-of clandestine lease-signing frenzy, the final roster has just been approved: Aaron, Anna, Drew and I will be living in apartment 3N of the Barn next year, with Alec as our shady fifth person. It's going to be a great group and I'm psyched that my life will no procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1079329403867606512004-03-14T21:43:00.000-08:002004-03-14T21:45:44.123-08:00my flight leaves in two hours
Yes, it's going to be a hellish day and week. I have yet to prepare for my Women's Studies facilitating tomorrow. Actually, it's today EST.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1079170604709641132004-03-13T01:36:00.000-08:002004-03-13T02:36:08.796-08:00watch it unravel
Today I and some other high school grads snuck into our darkened former theater and watched this year's senior follies. It was kind of weird being back. Alot of people looked older. Alot of people had cool haircuts.
The show was great. Lots of circuitous drug references, lots of faculty roasting, lots of relating our lives to Lord of the Rings in wonderful ways. And a procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1078957248428812042004-03-10T14:20:00.000-08:002004-03-10T15:23:20.670-08:00no amount of preparation
can prepare you to talk to the editor-in-chief. Of any publication. Especially one at which you're trying to nail a hard-to-get and slightly-late-in-the-game internship. Editor-in-chiefs are scary to talk to on the phone because you can't see the suspenders on the other side of the line. Needless to say, I ended up babbling about my being published in their paper a procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1078723278463501412004-03-07T21:21:00.000-08:002004-03-08T21:53:06.263-08:00 half (bad)assed
elderly woman customer: those are lovely earrings you're wearing. Are they antique?
edgy cashier: (rolls eyes) Um, yeah, if they're really old, I guess. Next!
That woman is definitely the Langden Alger of Half Priced Books. Speaking of obscure Simpsons references, check out the best prank I wish I could take credit for. Politicians should know that backwards and fowardsprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1078547508158610212004-03-05T20:31:00.000-08:002004-05-18T12:02:57.920-07:00yyyyeeeeahhh
I hadn't seen Office Space since eighth grade, when my friends and I used to sneak into R-rated movies on Fridays and buy cheap refreshments at the Payless across the street. I never thought of it as being particularly memorable, so last night was my last-ditch effort at understanding the cult following the film has at Swat. And you know? I still don't think it's that great, sansprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1078124624267106962004-02-29T23:03:00.000-08:002004-02-29T23:10:01.500-08:00no sleep till seattle
I just have to get through the next four days. I'm leaving on the very first shuttle Swat offers on Friday at about 5:15 a.m. I'm also not returning to campus until the Monday after break ends. Which is probably going to piss off my French drill professor because that means I'm missing two classes back to back. And I think he's already mad because I skipped class on procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1077478391317550712004-02-22T11:33:00.000-08:002004-02-22T11:49:27.013-08:00Nader-Kucinich 2004
It would be the world's most awesome ticket. But it's not going to happen because Kerry's going to get the democratic nomination and Nader's running as an independent, sans Green, even. But those two would tear apart the, as Nader calls it, two parties "ferociously competing to see who's going to go to the White House and take orders from their corporate paymasters." Heh procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1077086042497721272004-02-17T22:34:00.000-08:002004-05-09T12:38:45.903-07:00tuesday, tuesday
So I missed two classes, my Phoenix deadline and a living wage meeting, and wore pajamas all day today to boot. All for the sake of preparing for/fretting over a computer science exam that didn't even end up going that well. Or at all well. I guess this is a good thing, because I'm finally forcing myself to go to office hours tomorrow and take my life back. But I'm still procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1076904197757611402004-02-15T20:03:00.000-08:002004-02-15T20:05:44.403-08:00gimme a head with hair
I'm posting because Martha's drawing my hair for her foundations class and singing Monkees so it's hard to concentrate. She claims she's drawing terribly. I respect her opinion, but am uninformed as of late and therefore will not commit to an opinion. But I will finish all my work for Monday and Tuesday tonight. Even though I'm officially 2 hours late on my stupid procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1076880928559497252004-02-15T13:35:00.000-08:002004-05-18T12:03:37.320-07:00unhappy gilmore
So master plan of finishing all my drudge homework on Friday night so I can study frantically for my looming CS test didn't exactly work out. But I did learn how to make buttons, which is kind of cool. When you think about it, it's almost more conducive to my academic success at Swat. You never know when button-making might help during a horrifyingly difficult html exam.
procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1076645938897958562004-02-12T20:18:00.000-08:002004-05-18T12:04:02.023-07:00radical WAs
So Living Wage had an emergency strategy session last night regarding the Ad Hoc Committee's report on whether Swat should raise its wages. We gathered round the gameroom during my shift and wrote our "party line." And we spent about an hour and a half crafting just three of our sentences. It was so classically Swat that I forgive and forget, but sometimes it doesn't matter that aprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1076401397478197862004-02-10T00:23:00.000-08:002004-02-10T00:25:04.043-08:00that tarimisu living wage girl
I can't remember the origin of it. All I remember is that back in September, Susan and I had this joke that I was the taramisu living wage girl and that she was going to make me a button bearing such phrase. Well, now I own the world's most awesome button, because she finally made good on her promise. The cashier at the co-op actually asked me if I had gotten itprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1076186677511393432004-02-07T12:44:00.000-08:002004-02-07T12:50:34.340-08:00why washington rules all
I bet none of your states had Kucinich as its second-choice democratic candidate. He was a mere six percentage points behind Kerry, and nearly tied with Dean.
procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1076172865468190122004-02-07T08:54:00.000-08:002004-02-07T08:57:08.983-08:00the best cardgame ever
It's called Egyptian Ratscrew. Basically, everyone puts cards in a pile in the middle and if there are doubles, the person who slaps their hand down first wins all the cards. There are also all these other rules that I didn't understand involving jacks and aces. I was the first person to lose every time we played it, but it's my new favorite game and we're going to playprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1076030076658453202004-02-05T17:14:00.000-08:002004-02-05T17:16:35.640-08:00Thursday not a 1600
My favorite responses while tabling for Living Wage in front of Sharples:
1. "Yeah, like I give a shit."
2. "Um, no." (The girl, clearly high, proceeded to crack up for another minute and a half).
The best, of course, was, "Sure, Eva! I'd be delighted, if only because your skirt is oh-so-awesome." That one didn't actually happen. But you, dear reader, can make it procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1075960203078448402004-02-04T21:50:00.000-08:002004-05-18T12:04:30.860-07:00rejuven-8
Ahhh....I got eight hours sleep late night and I'm still riding the gravy train that is being awake.
I have no idea why the school is employing me for seven hours a week. I spent a fourth of my library shift today talking to people when I should have been taking inventory. Let's just say you should watch out for section LB education books (because I might not have checked off all procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1075655780719898592004-02-01T09:16:00.000-08:002004-02-04T21:43:36.826-08:00uh oh uh oh uh oh, oh no
Such a burden having to see a movie every weekend. Last night, Adam and I saw "The Perfect Score," a movie that has four stars out of five, according to moviefone.com. (Scoffs) Yeah, on opposite day?
Or something more clever?
But I definitely had a good weekend. The trip to Philly on Friday was fun, though Kelly and I decided yesterday that leaving campus in a procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1075497600923076082004-01-30T13:20:00.000-08:002004-01-30T13:28:39.390-08:00damage control
I'm hanging out in Nicole's room and dominating the music selection as though it were my children. Nicole keeps re-arranging her wall decorations and standing in the middle of the room with a satisfied smile on her face. I'm killing time before going to Philly tonight with Tanya and Christina, a trip with transportation too free for refusal.
I think I've fallen off the procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1075099981391264272004-01-25T22:53:00.000-08:002004-01-26T04:20:02.420-08:00a room of one's . . . . groan?
Yes; it's the best pun I can think of at 1:30 a.m. in the morning, when sleep sullies one's thoughts and Mountain Dew flows like water.
I did absolutely nothing productive this weekend. On Saturday, I went into Philly with Nicole, Mas, Melissa, Jane, Lillian, Tera, and her visiting boyfriend Will. The word I use to define the mood of the trip is fucking procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1074924194608352722004-01-23T22:03:00.000-08:002004-01-26T04:21:30.170-08:00so very cold
So I managed to get through my first week of classes in one piece. Though French is my easiest class, it's also the hardest because only half the students in the year-long course have a new teacher on T/Th. We've all grown comfortable enough to cut corners here and there and not hold a grudge. So I don't think my new prof. is going to be happy that my watching "The Big Lebowski" procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1074671681838645832004-01-20T23:54:00.000-08:002004-01-21T00:06:46.280-08:00java and tea
I had all my first classes Monday and Tuesday. I absolutely adore all of my professors. They are all really, really funny and cool. And my French teacher has heard of Tommy Boy and thinks it's an amazing film.
I think everyone in my Women's Studies class thought I was a little creepy because I remembered about 5 minutes before class started that I had forgot my book and had toprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1074469884243558972004-01-18T15:51:00.000-08:002004-01-18T15:53:15.576-08:00back in the s.w.a.t
So I'm back at Swat. I decided to take advantage of my severe jet-lag by lovingly rolling my clothes into balls and arranging them in my drawers in order of how frequently I wore them, before giving up entirely and dumping the rest on the closet floor. Liz and I were the last people on the last shuttle back from the airport.
All in all, I have no work to do, Kerry is procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1074053809452151222004-01-13T20:16:00.000-08:002004-01-13T20:55:14.576-08:00who knew?
Apparently, poetry readings are pretty popular. So I'm sitting at home now when I should be listening to former Poet Laureate Billy Collins read selections from Picnic, Lightning, Questions About Angels, and my favorite, The Art of Drowning at Benaroya Hall tonight. But according to the message recording, it was "sold out" even though it's only the "day of the show." Ugh. He's procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1073816627941173442004-01-11T02:23:00.000-08:002004-01-11T02:40:39.560-08:00finally . . .
it will all be revealed. I just hope people are listening. Former Treasury Secretary Paul O'Neill will be conducting an interview with 60 Minutes tonight to discuss the extremely pre-9-11 Bush conspiracy to oust Saddam. There's no reason for you not to watch, as it conflicts with neither the Simpsons nor the Sunday X-Files reruns.
Watched some awesome improv tonight at procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1073551706487627022004-01-08T00:48:00.000-08:002004-01-08T01:50:46.590-08:00my haircut brings all the boys to the yard
It may not be better than yours. But it's really short and therefore awesome. And when I first wake up in the morning, I look like an out-of-control rock star who plays by her own rules.
I received my digital camera on the same day and Liz and I amused ourselves for hours taking ug-fugly pictures of each other and laughing. Sadly, I don't know how procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1073088143856899772004-01-02T16:02:00.000-08:002004-01-02T16:19:22.013-08:00happy non-denominational winter gift-exchanging event!
So Mom, Liz and I opened presents on New Year's Day, as usual. At first, I was a little worried that Mom and Liz had taken my insistance that I be surprised too literally. But I kept a brave face, despite 1st gift: styrafome cups, 2nd gift: styrafome cup lids, 3rd gift: sugar cubes, 4th gift: tea bags, 5th gift: more syrafome cups. They procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1072860036869277112003-12-31T00:40:00.000-08:002004-01-02T15:29:03.780-08:00Point/Counterpoint
Eva and Elizabeth cannot decide who gets to blog first, so we are writing a joint blog. What's new? Well, today Eva spent all day galavanting with her idiot friends while Mom and Elizabeth shopped and wrapped presents for Xmas (which we do on New Years).
Oh, and did Elizabeth mention that yesterday, she and her sister and mother went to Circuit City and Elizabeth made themprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1072428751473588022003-12-26T00:52:00.000-08:002003-12-26T00:54:54.216-08:00what is with all the giant spiders?
I have a hard enough time telling Harry Potter and Frodo apart, what with their british accents, their solely carrying the fate of the world on their respective shoulders, and their identical lightning-shaped scars. But you'd think the similarities would end when it comes to the inclusion of a giant spider-fighting sequence. I've got to say that Lord of the procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1072348398640059072003-12-25T02:33:00.000-08:002003-12-25T02:34:18.466-08:00the doctor is out
Jesus Christ.
Excuse me. Apparently Dr. Dean "described himself in an interview with the Globe as a committed believer in Jesus Christ and said he expects to increasingly include references to Jesus and God in his speeches."
I cannot fully support a politician who makes constant references to God in his/her speeches, but at least I can say to myself, "they can't help it, procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1072344965394518032003-12-25T01:36:00.000-08:002003-12-25T01:37:05.293-08:00christmas "day"
My blog is so cool and sophisticated now (what with the flowing script and new lack of orange) that I bet you didn't even recognize it. But hey, it's officially Christmas, I just made myself a salad, and I didn't feel like wrapping any presents. procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1072295637239718412003-12-24T11:53:00.000-08:002003-12-24T23:56:05.623-08:00christmas "eve"
That's right . . . twas the night "before Christmas" for all you conformists who celebrate the holiday on the actual date.
I should talk about "Mona Lisa's Smile," one of the few movies out there that is willing to push the courageous message that women can have it all and be a homemaker*. And, apparently speaking with a stiff and slightly British accent is tanamount to the procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1072209828125868332003-12-23T12:03:00.000-08:002003-12-23T12:06:35.140-08:00stupid phrase title that doesn't stand on its own
i think im so great and everybody loves me but i just bug my sister singing the same DAMN song over and over again even though i dont even know the WHOLE chorus. blah blah blah. something witty. blah blah blah. scathing critique. blah blah.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1071874139691641032003-12-19T14:48:00.000-08:002003-12-19T14:49:53.920-08:00ahhhhh.......
I travelled 12 hours door-to-door to get here, but it was so worth it. I've done nothing but lie around and it feels amazing.
Liz and I were seated directly in front of the plane's only crying baby. Liz may deny it now, but she spent the entire flight angrily muttering to me about how someone needed to "drug that kid up" and how no one with a baby should be allowed to do procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1071782846693928112003-12-18T13:27:00.000-08:002003-12-18T13:28:20.170-08:00Paid to Complain
That's right. Starting next semester, Swatties will open the Phoenix to my weekly column that tells them what movies to see and why. I'm definitely excited/drunk with power, but I have big shoes to fill.
Nothing to do but hang out and listen to Christmas music. T minus 1 hour and counting.
procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1071735272214395582003-12-18T00:14:00.000-08:002003-12-18T00:15:25.310-08:00Remember that episode of "King of the Hill" when the nieghbors created a "haunted house" which derided the evils of evolution teaching with a crude skit about monkeys?
Well, I just saw the real thing. Alix, Lizzie and I watched "Hell House," a low-budget documentary about a church haunted house in Texas that rakes in hundreds of thousands of dollars every year. The directors choose from procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1071536401110092572003-12-15T17:00:00.000-08:002003-12-15T17:00:52.106-08:00Yes! Finished with my english portfolio. It didn't have to be good. It didn't have to be coherent. It just needed to be in her box at 5pm, and it was. Nothing more to say.
I also signed up for two library shifts next semester, so I'm going to be raking in the kind of cash they give here. The $7.63/hour kind.
Wednesday CS final and then I'm outa here!
procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1071448086759695382003-12-14T16:28:00.000-08:002003-12-14T16:31:09.200-08:00Saddam has been captured. I didn't know until the three-hour living wage meeting I co-facilitated this evening.
Huh. Somehow I don't feel any safer/more justified on behalf of my country/less worried about the economy. Maybe it's just me.
I'm feeling kind of broke. Maybe that's because I went to Whole Foods with Adam, Esker and Liz last night for the second evening in a row. I shouldn't procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1071257328809994572003-12-12T11:28:00.000-08:002003-12-12T11:29:36.216-08:00Grr....my comments don't seem to be working. More people have gotten off their high horse then my comments give me credit for.
Paper is finished. Sort of. I ended up doing minimalistic changes between my second and final draft, but I'm okay with that. It's just hard to do a good job on a final paper when you know you never have to see the professor again.
All in all, I'm ready for procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1071168705931018582003-12-11T10:51:00.000-08:002003-12-11T10:52:32.000-08:00Trying to motivate myself to write my papers due tomorrow and Monday. As every upperclassmen feels personally responsible for reminding me, it IS pass/fail, and yes, nothing in my life will change drastically for better or worse if I think of the perfect synonym for "concoct." Unfortunately, everyone in my class seems determined to try their "personal best" or whatever so now I feel all this procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1070844956156844502003-12-07T16:55:00.000-08:002003-12-07T17:21:37.983-08:00Swat needs to put in their admissions literature that, 4 months a year, their campus an ice-covered deathtrap. One would think that their students are valuable enough commodities they I should not have to worry about killing themselves everytime they consider walking on the sidewalk. I am baffled by those people who "skate" down the paths with their shoes on, looking death in the eye and procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1070379494511194572003-12-02T07:38:00.000-08:002004-05-18T12:05:19.980-07:00Do I really have anything new to say? No. It's just that for once a PC is free in McCabe and I want to be one of those PC users who idly surfs the web, pretending not to notice the desperate person in the corner with a floppy disk who needs to print.
They were playing "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" in Tarble this morning and for some reason it made me feel enormously happy. Only 2 1/2 procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1070255847681891392003-11-30T21:17:00.000-08:002004-05-18T12:06:04.056-07:00So Kelly and I were talking tonight about all the classic cartoons -- like Carebears, Jem, Popples, etc., when Kelly mentioned that Garfield cartoon "Simon and Garfield" that she remembered watching. Then she and I both simultaneously realized that "Simon and Garfield" was a play on Simon & Garfunkle, the musical duo.
Then we realized that the name of the cartoon show was actually "Garfield procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1070146142292723142003-11-29T14:49:00.000-08:002003-11-29T14:51:13.403-08:00Highlight of Thanksgiving holiday: meeting Brigit's awesome family. Highlight of Highlight of Thanksgiving holiday: Nicolas Cage in Con Air cynically muttering "Viva Las Vegas" as he watches the airplane crash into hotel after hotel, killing thousands of tourists.
I'm feeling reasonably productive, despite having done no work whatsoever this Thanksgiving holiday. I haven't done work in theprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1069707379876216252003-11-24T12:56:00.000-08:002003-11-24T12:56:49.983-08:00Grr. My attempt to begin my laundry began over an hour ago and I just put my clothes in the wash. I made the mistake of leaving my special "all -- free and clear" detergent in the laundry room last week, so everyone assumed the bottle was communal and emptied it. So I asked around for hypo-allergetic, perfume-free detergent, got needlessly angry at several well-meaning people, unsuccessfully procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1069391455637365142003-11-20T21:10:00.000-08:002003-11-21T11:48:30.903-08:00I'm kind of pissed off because I just added some awesome links (which I finally figured out how to do) to people's blogs who have links on their pages to my blog --------------------------------------->
But they don't seem to be showing up just yet. Hmmmm.
I'm feeling pretty positive. Even though I still have no idea what I should take next semester (should I take Comtemporary Women's Poetry procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1069273875332783882003-11-19T12:31:00.000-08:002003-11-19T12:31:40.000-08:00Tentative schedule for next semester:
-Computer Science 22
-French
-French Drill
-Intro to Women's Studies (taught by the amazing Patty, or so I hear)
-Intro to Education (hopefully the Wednesday afternoon seminar).
-Modern Dance I
I think I'll have a good semester. I always figured I would be a psych major, but I really just don't feel like taking the class because it's supposed to be a drag.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1068995441774325162003-11-16T07:10:00.000-08:002003-11-19T12:32:07.200-08:00This weekend was largely characterized by sitting around doing nothing, or rather, sitting around watching stuff. We went to the Rose Tattoo Cafe on Friday night to watch Swatties perform in bands and little mini-bands with one acoustic guitar. (One of the bands sang a song about a girl named "Eva" which is the highlight of my life because, though they weren't referring to me, no songs are everprocrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1068518936376421172003-11-10T18:48:00.000-08:002003-11-14T13:21:11.590-08:00Yeeeessssssssssss. I finally have my two papers done. Even though my one for Engendering Culture sucks big time and was 8 hours late. Oh well. I find it's SO much harder to stay up all night than it used to be. I ran around the halls, did jumping jacks, splashed cold water on my face, listened to Save Ferris, and every other drastic measure one in my situation would do. But I ended up procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1068356221465427412003-11-08T21:37:00.000-08:002004-05-18T12:13:40.170-07:00I have been in Michele and Kelly's room all day (who have been kind enough to let me switch between their two laptops because mine is currently not usable. Stupid snapped power cord.) trying to write my two gigantic papers. Well, I've actually just been talking to people and drinking Mountain Dew after Mountain Dew. But now I'm distracted because Michele just came back from the fall formal (procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1068235209353742192003-11-07T12:00:00.000-08:002003-11-07T12:00:07.650-08:00Well, I have a an english paper and a huge paper that I should have started in September that I have yet to begin. Both due Monday. And a french oral and written exam.
But there's little that a "Little Eva Coloring book" can fail to alleviate.
I am thoroughly cheered up because my friend Tera gave me a coloring book published in 1984 that she found at a thrift store. It features "little procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1068162767322997362003-11-06T15:52:00.000-08:002003-11-06T15:52:45.016-08:00I'm posting for the sake of posting. More to follow.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1067232869920810032003-10-26T21:34:00.000-08:002004-05-18T12:07:20.510-07:00A great end to a truly great and fun-filled weekend. Except that I will have to have read a book and written an article and paper by Tuesday, none of which I have begun.
Saturday was definitely one of the more event-packed days that the school can offer. I went to "Capitol Steps," a great, albeit long, bashing of Bush, the right-wing, and Martha Stewert. My favorite was the re-written procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1066956836700644112003-10-23T17:53:00.000-07:002003-10-23T17:53:56.093-07:00I had just worked up the nerve to ask a question during the CS21 clinic when one of the clinician's friends came in and they started a conversation about how annoying CS21 students are, complete with high-pitched impressions of the stupid questions they ask. So much for my question about my parse error.procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535834.post-1066880746274039842003-10-22T20:45:00.000-07:002003-10-22T20:45:45.773-07:00Today did not start well. I wrote a really shitty paper, and I got up and gave my presentation about the decline of Futurism, during which I was so exhausted that I couldn't remember the names of my group members and everyone in the class laughed. And laughed and laughed. And I thought to myself, "this is great.....but I don't want to be there when the laughter stops."
Plus, when I went to procrastsensationnoreply@blogger.com0