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Friday, August 18th, 2006
11:26 pm	BURNINGMAN!! Who else??? I'd so love and appreciate the heads up from my pals on Live Journal here. I am going on my first (ad)Venture to Burningman this year. My only regret is that I wasn't lucky enough to find a cheaper ticket, but I believe (and hope, hope, hope) that my investment will be WAY more than worth it. I am so excited, nervous, happy, and stressed about it. The preparations are exhausting, but as one thing after another comes together, I get more giddy and bouncy over the prospect. I've been so lucky to find a mentor in my life who has been more than generous with her time in helping me prepare and showering me with items to take with me. I definately owe her. a) I am 1/3 of the way done in creating my bike. Hopefully, the work will pay off. b) I've been thrift store hopping for outfits/costumes. Too damn bad I can't even sew a button. Still need to go through my clothes and see what I'm taking, what I'm leaving behind, and what I may or may not miss if it comes back permanently covered in dust and/or shredded. Oh, and ribbon is Everywhere! c) Found cute shoes! d) Have a pile of necessities in order to survive the extreme climates of the desert to sort through. c) Must make more lists. d) Would like to find a parasol some place. e) Have to go up to the city tomorrow and help clean up my Burningman home/camper. f) Bought new underwear (I spoiled myself) g) Must balance bank account and make sure I don't totally dry up my resources. h) Bought a new digital camera. Actually, me 'Mum bought it. I was so convinced that she was going to scream her head off at me for taking two weeks off of work (so irresponsible) for this, and instead, she wishes me luck, safety, and fun, and then takes me shopping. Unfortunately, I've been holed up at home with all of these preparations, and haven't gotten out to socialize. Miss BaGG like crazy! Will be missing Master's Den, too. *sticks out lower lip* Oh well. Just remember, girl: "Burningman" *bounces off in giddy splendor!* (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 20th, 2005
10:06 am	Advice Does anyone know what I can take to ward off a sore throat (possibly developing into laryngitis) and a "cold" before it hits me full force? I canNOT afford to be sick this weekend! Thanks!! (14 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 6th, 2005
8:17 pm	Cuir Bleu!!! Okay, everyone listen up! Tomorrow night I am heading down to Shadowplay @ the Stud to watch my friend, Pixie, and her band Cuir Bleu, perform their awesome music. If you haven't heard it before, go to www.cuirbleu.com and listen to their samples. Why is this special, and why should you go? Well, there performances are always awesome and special, but tomorrow night (Oct 7) at midnight (which is when they go on) is there CD RELEASE PARTY! I mean, to put out a cd is an accomplishment, so, I for one, want to support them. Shadowplay is at Stud (on 9th and Harrison) Doors open at 10 p.m. and close at 3:00 a.m. Cover is $5.00 after 10:30 p.m. However, if you are on Tribe.net and join the Shadowplay Tribe, AND get there before 11:30, you can happily get in for free. Enjoy! (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 23rd, 2005
4:36 pm	More boredom = survey 1. Do you own a gun? No. I think guns are cowardly, and admire the skills of using a sword. 2. Rehab? Counseling? Have I gotten caught yet? 3. Have you ever killed an animal? Nope. Thank goodness, too. I’d cry for at least 24 hours if I did. 4. Are you Irish? At least ¼ Irish, though my attitude, dreams, and temper would suggest a possible full-blood lassie. 5. What do you think of hot dogs? Gross. 6. What's your favorite Christmas song? Carol of the Bells—Yes, I think I agree with that, too. 7. What is your favorite sound(s)? I’m a sadist. I like the wonderful sounds of pain and pleasure coming from the victims chained to a cross. 8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Chocolate milk. 9. Do you do pushups? I used to. 10. Have you ever done ecstasy? Nope. I stay away from the chemicals. It’s too easy for a petite gal like me to overdose. 11. Have you been shot? Hm. . .do words count, because I’ve experienced that plenty of times. 12. Have you ever been hospitalized? More than once. . .twice. . .let’s try the number 15, folks. 13. Do you like painkillers? Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for painkillers. (Vicoden. . .codeine. . .) ::looks at the floor with a guilty face:: 14. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? I have no idea. I can do it . . .fairly easily . . .but I haven’t figured out my own secret yet. 15. Do you own a knife? I own several wonderful, sharp l daggers 16. Do you have A.D.D? What did you say? 17. Do you love the pain a tattoo brings? The idea of that pain is ½ of the reason why I have not been able to go get a tattoo. 18. Name Five Drinks You Regularly Drink: Chocolate milk, water, Pepsi, Apple juice, and alcohol (though I’m on a hiatus with that last option. 19. Color of most clothes you own? Black 20. Number of pillows you sleep with? I have six on my bed, but I only sleep on two at a time. 21. What do you wear when you go to sleep? Depends on when, and who. 22. What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years? Hopefully reveling in my freedom and my several million dollars. *grins* 23. Are you paranoid? A paranoid nitwit, ladies and gentlemen! 24. Last person you yelled at? My mother, I think. 25. Last thing you ate? Chocolate-caramel ice cream 26.If you could be a pirate, would you? Ahh. . . the life of a pirate. Thieves and rascals; Rebellious, unlawful, chaotic, adventurous. Where do I sign up 27. When and why did you last vomit? Good question. Probably the last time I was drunk, but in reality, I really don’t remember. 28. What's in your pockets right now? Do my hands count? 29. What's your favorite Disney movie? I don’t have one. 30. Inny or an outty? Innie! 31. Have you ever won any awards? Look, people! A place to finally brag about how accomplished I actually am! ::rolls eyes:: Eh, I’ve won medals in skating, a science fair, and an accomplished student in band. I’m sure there are others floating around, but nothing of much significance anymore. 32. How many TV's do you have in your house? A grand total of 4 33. Have you ever sprained/broken/fractured a bone or gotten stitches? Sprained my ankles, popped my kneecaps several times, and just recently dislocated my elbow. Oh, and I’ve had plenty of stitches during my many surgeries. 34. Who do you tell your dreams to? Depends on the dream and who’s around. 35. What do you think of the person who posted this before you? I think she’s very nice, pretty, and adorable. I’d like to get to know her better. =) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
4:18 pm	Boredom = quizzes Your Birthdate: January 24 Born on the 24th, you have a greater capacity for responsibility and helping others than your may have realized. You may also become the mediator and peacemaker in inharmonious situations. Devoted to family, you tend to manage and protect. This birth date adds to the emotional nature and perhaps to the sensitivities. Affections are important to you; both the giving and the receiving. What Does Your Birth Date Mean? You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every book ever published. You are a fountain of endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and never fail to impress at a party. What people love: You can answer almost any question people ask, and have thus been nicknamed Jeeves. What people hate: You constantly correct their grammar and insult their paperbacks. What Kind of Elitist Are You? brought to you by Quizilla (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
11:48 pm	Oh, just had to post this! wassergott: Gribby has a new animal foster child to take care of anyway lil_velvetrose: aww how cute wassergott: It's a turkey chick lil_velvetrose: awww wassergott: When it isn't sleeping it demands constant attention lil_velvetrose: which is why I don't have pets wassergott: not any non-human ones at least Oh, if the world only knew. . .they lap at my feet. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 26th, 2005
11:02 pm	Letters, a dying art While I was unpacking my stuff, I found a few letters written to me from my grandfather, who is no longer with us. In one of them, he wrote of his appreciation of my thank you letter I wrote in 1993, probably in reference to a Christmas or birthday gift. He called my note a 'dying art.' I found it interesting. In response to my graduation presents, I wrote thank you letters to everyone. There is a pile of letters sitting on the table in desperate need of stamps. My arm hurts now from all the writing (although I'm sure my self-therapy is also a factor). Also, I'm a bit annoyed at myself because I found some beautiful rose pattern stationary that I've been using, but I didn't realize that I had only (like) 15 sheets of the rose pattern, and the bulk of it was plain stationary--peach color like the other sheets, but still plain. I didn't see that. I should have used the patterned stationary, and then the plain as page number two. Oops. Oh well, yet I am a little *irked* at that. Over the past several years I have not kept up with my letter writing. I haven't sent out Christmas cards in at least two years. Christmas comes (or at this point 'came') around right after finals. I was too busy, focused, and absentminded during those times to write them, and too burned out and exhausted afterwards. Shopping for presents was a nightmare, being it was a week before Christmas. And writing thank you letters. . . I won't go into that. But as I reflect on it (while the vicoden starts to settle in) I remember how much I used to love letter writing, and getting letters in the mail. I even used to get compliments from the adults (family members and friends) on my writing, which encouraged me to keep at it and consider, at age 13, to pursue English/writing as a career. And now I have a huge box of all the letters I wrote to friends over the years. I've decided that I'm going to try to promote and keep up with my snail mail again. I think that with all the time that I have spent hibernating, thinking too much in my solitude, as well as going through my entire past as I unpack from the move, has made me sentimental. As I was sorting through all the mail and cards I've gotten, I was amazed at how many people kept in touch with me, but that eventually over time, I just lost touch with some people. It's odd (and kind of sad) that life,a nd everything it violently throws at you, that such things happen. . . Oh, and I am SO happy that I can finally type with both hands. I am frantically trying to make up for lost time over here. Current Mood: a mixed bag (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 24th, 2005
12:25 am	I am now letting out a huge exalted sigh of relief. I just finsished my essay for my Fairy Tales class. I'm glad I went ahead and spent a couple of extra days on it because I am *almost* as happy with this paper as I am with my Marquis essay. That particular essay I titled: "The Marquis de Sade's Sexual Violence Invades "The Bloody Chamber" in order to challenge the male dominated social structure. My second essay I titled "Eroticism in Fairy Tales: How Angela Carter Describes and Challenges Patriarchal Ideology and Dominance." These essays have partly fried my brain. Of course I have to share some of my accomplishments. =) (And I have a feeling that synapsepi will be intrigued with this, the lil' feminist she is *grins*.  And maybe piscesophelia. And I know that janeplan9 said she was interested in reading Carter's stories and then at least one of my papers. . .Hey joeyclaren! Are you still interested in reading one or both? ) Okay, I'm gloating and advertising at the same. I'm aware of that. Allow me to bask in my glory. I have several more papers due. I'm finding sanity whereever I can nab it. There have been very few things in my life to be 'proud of' lately. I have to walk somewhere around here tomorrow morning to a post office or Fed ex, and get this damn thing mailed off, and pray that he gets it by Thursday. I'll put in for the extra charge to ensure that if I have to, and perhaps a confirmation receipt of some sort, if possible. Then I have to come back and rush through in getting my portfolio completed and turned in no later than 3:00. Afterwards, if I don't pass out first I'll make a phone call and see if I can't get someone over here or go seek refuge at his/her house for a few hours. (I hope, I hope!)  Wednesday I'll spend all day writing my final paper/exam comparing Rushdie's Midnight's Children with the movie "The Big Lebowski." and then make my way to BAGG for dancing and drinking (not necessarily in that order.) Thursday, I'll spend all day packing after turning in my last essay in by noon. Friday, my father is driving up here and I'll officially move out of this place, out of SF ::sniff, sniff:: and back to the South Bay. Okay, that's enough of me posting my schedule as if it were really all that interesting. I need sleep. My brain needs some serious recharging. Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: what? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, May 23rd, 2005
12:22 am	Squee!! On Thursday, I was somewhat frantically trying to figure out how to get tickets to the VNV Nation concert and how I was going to get there. Friday, after a somewhat manic depressive episode, I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to go. Saturday, Fate encouraged me to check LJ where evillittleblue had a message up specifically for me (I felt SO loved) telling me to call her because she didn't have my number on her phone (Where did my number run away to?) Anyway, she wanted to go to the concert but didn't want to go alone, so she asked me. Even though my essays couldn't afford for me to lose the time (since NOTHING got done on Friday) I went anyways. I mean, turn down an invitation to a concert? That would have been just wrong! I mean, I don't do that! The bad part lasted for an hour in the beginning, when my stomach decided to act up, and I thought, "Uh, oh. This is not going to be fun." But finally, the bloody organ calmed down and I was able to relax and sway to the music. I really liked Imperative Reaction, too. Uh! The lead singer was hot! So, the concert: I had a FANTASTIC time! I love the music, and it sounds so incredibly much better in person. And Ronan is an awesome performer, just so great to watch! Much enthusiasm, he has. I had three drinks there, and one of them was on the bartender, which was very flattering to me! I danced like crazy. I danced so much that I has sweat running down my cheeks, and was sorry that I did not bring any hair clips. I was a bouncy ItyBity last night. Now, earlier that night, I said that because of my essays, I didn't want to go to the after party, but I was so hyped up on adrenaline and endorphins that I changed my mind, so we went to the after party at, what the New Wave club? Ronan came into the industrial dance room, which made me really giddy. I do not consider myself star struck, but it just felt neat to, like, be in the same vicinity as the singer who I was adoring all night. Oh, and guess what? It gets better. As we were getting ready to leave, waiting outside, Ronan showed up outside too, and my hyper attitude helped me be a little brave (although it helped that several other people were asking him as well) to ask him to sign my ticket. I kind of figured, 'Well, he's here. I'm here. Why not?' I had a great time at the concert, and now I have something cool to show for it as well--I mean, like physical proof--as if my neverending smile wasn't enough.  Can it get better? Yup. There is a picture on evillittleblue's site with me and Ronan!!!!!! I was waiting for that picture to show up all day, since she didn't bring her camera card to put it on my computer directly. Now, I really need to figure out how to put pictures on my LJ. I'll have to ask evillittleblue or <rodm1000"> to help me with that someday. Oh, and I got a pretty nice goodnight kiss from someone, too. It gave Danielle something to poke at me with for a little while. (Hee, hee). But I can't say this enough: I had an AWESOME night!!  Thanks Danielle!!  *gives her another big hug* Edit: Where the Pics are (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 19th, 2005
9:27 pm	too tired for a title Well, even though I have three essays left, I am already brain fried. It's 9:30, possibly too early to go to sleep; however, I am going to miss MEAT tonight it seems, because a) I forgot about it and didn't plan, b) because poor janeplan9 is holed up in her apartment cramming for her final exam tomorrow, and c) My other buddies that drive already have full cars--again, because this is such a last minute idea for me. But it might not be such a bad thing. I may not last past 12:30. My head is starting to hurt. And I had one person that I really wanted to talk to, but he's not home right now. Busy, of course. That makes me feel a wee bit bummed. And my neck still hurts! I threw my head back tonight laughing and the pain was pretty damn sharp. Ow! Well, I finished my paper on the Marquis de Sade and "The Bloody Chamber." I'm still bouncing around because I am so happy with it--so happy that it's not even funny. Definately not humble. But I'm serious when I say that I think it's THE best essay I've written all year. And because of that, I'm not bummed that my second essay didn't get done on time. I would have done horribly on it anyway, so at least now I have a chance to make it just as good as the first one. Yet, even better, the professor said that if I have the paper postmarked by Monday, he will not count it as late. Whee! So, that's all I have to say right now. Finals is making the rest of my life rather unexciting. Missed BAGG last night. And I really NEED groceries. . . And I just found out that I completely forgot about the VNV Nation concert this weekend, and I was supposed to go with my friend Kaine. Now I need to scramble around and see if I can still get tickets. Damn it! What a way to kill a relaxing mood. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 10th, 2005
11:48 pm	Overloaded This is SO frustrating. I have a grant proposal due tomorrow that I can't focus on. I can't make my brain work. It's as if it is crossing its arms and legs, sitting itself down on the floor in a temper-tantrum sort of mood saying, "No. I won't do it. I won't produce words and writing for you!" I also have 5 essays due in the next three weeks. Two of them are both 10 pages, and they are both due on the same damn day! My last one is due on the 25th. I'm going to become a vegetable from all of this. These essays are going to chomp my brain bit by bit, and my cells are going to die one by one. I went to Deathguild last night with wingedcorset. It was fun, though I spent most of it at the table talking with some friends. I drank two rum and cokes. I'm beginning to wonder if my stomach itself just can't handle liquor and that's why my metabolism has been so screwy and different lately. Two drinks, and it wasn't exactly happy today. I danced a little bit, and had fun flirting, outrageously and shamelessly. Actually, my poor deprived hormones are taking over my mind! They are on overload right now. So other news. . .I'm emotionally confused right now. Too many things concerning different people are happening all at once. My brain is a-whirling, and it's not exactly pleasant. I'm skipping BAGG this week. I'm sure that'll come as a shocker for some. For others who have at least some idea of what happened last week--and please don't make reference of it on here--are probably muttering in understanding. It's getting really sad that this journal is getting a little more mundane, a place only to ramble about the things that suck. Perhaps after graduation, that will change. (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005
12:36 am	odds and ends Well, I finally finished that paper on Piers Plowman. It was awful. I can certainly think of quite a lot of things I would have done in exchange for not having to write that damn brain. It was as if some little Pac-man thing was chomping away at my brain/head. I'm surprised that I'm still functioning. It's no wonder my cough is back for the night. Lucky me, I have a mommy who just made me thera-flu. I'm at my mom's house right now, spending the night because I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning, though I'm quite frustrated that I'm missing my 11:00 class because of it. Then it's rush straight back to the college for a class. I brought a huge load of books home from the college, getting a small jumpstart on the moving process, since I'm graduating and will no longer be living on campus. We all know that I'm not staying at my mom's anymore because we don't get along and she cannot accept my lifestyle, whereas my father can. These days it's almost impossible to even be around her. First, I'm still highly resentful about some of the things she said to me on that night of the "blue lipstick" fiasco. She herself would tell me to 'just get over it,' without admitting, or possibly even realizing how hurtful some of her comments were. I've been dealing with her semi to full-blown verbal abuse for too many years, and I'm just sick of it. It's this crazy, twisted, emotional cycle. . . I mean, I am fully aware of how lucky I am in my life, even to have a mother like her who has done so much for me. I am, admittedly, a spoiled brat of an only child. I am very privileged. I mean, I don't know anyone else who has a mother who will randomly take them on fantastical shopping sprees or get to go to trips to New Orleans or Hawaii. However, while she does all that, she is still very controlling over me, and whenever she realizes that the control is slipping away from her, she panics, gets angry, and attacks me. When I'm doing something she doesn't approve of, she will do just about anything to change my "inappropriate" ways. The other reason why it is now difficult to be around her is because of the new lifestyle and interests I have taken up in the past three months. I couldn't possibly tell her about Bondage a GoGo, and all the fabulous and kinky things that I have done there. Well, I could, but that would just be bad. All capital letters: B-A-D! But it's really sad to see my room over here now. Once we realized that I wouldn't be returning here, she immediately took the liberty to start changing my room into the multi-purpose room, and now when I am here, I sleep on a futon in the computer room, since she took my bedframe and mattress into their room, and got rid of their old bed (understandably, since it was about 30 years old). Books have been moved around, and today she nearly set a date about when all my stuff needs to be out and either put in storage or moved to my dad's. It's very unfortunate that my room at his place is 1/3--if not 50% small than my room here. I have no idea what I am going to do with it all. I am so not looking foward to the time that I start going through all of my stuff, weeding it out, organizing, and all that silly jazz. It's going to be messy, making me really tempermental. So, you should all ignore the massive amounts of profanity coming from my hometown. So, what else should I ramble about? I have lots to do tomorrow, including too much reading, a grant proposal, and laundry. Then I need to start preparing my topics for two 10-page essays, one on Victorian fairy tales, and the other that involves a story called The Bloody Chamber and Justine, by the Marquis de Sade. Wednesday I will be assigned a specific passage from a random text for another 2-page essay. I really have no business going to the club this Wednesday, but knowing me and my discipline methods and my skewed priorities, there's a 85% change that I'm going no matter what. But I did bring in some of my photos from that second photo shoot to the club, and they were a hit! That made me all bouncy and giddy. =) Oh! A couple weeks ago, as I was getting lost over by Market & Hayes, on my way to a friend's house, I ran into someone I knew from high school. He called my name and though he looked familiar, I couldnt' remember his name nor where I knew him from until he told me, and I just about died on the sidewalk. Totally shocking and coincidental! Well, I think that's about enough. Not exciting; I know this. If you want the *juicy* details about what's going on around me and such, you'll have to call or ask in person. Even then, I might make you beg for the details, that is, if I really am going to tell you in the first place. Good night!! (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 25th, 2005
1:35 am	*cough* I think my cough is going to kill me. One week later and I am still suffering from it. It hurts, and its keeping me awake. Nothing I take seems to be helping at all. ARGH!! (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 20th, 2005
12:15 am	my week at glance I stole this quiz from janeplan9. I appreciate the results. You are a Samurai. You are full of honour and value respect. You are not really the stereotypical hero, but you do fight for good. Just in your own way. For you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil person, if it is for justice and peace. You also don't belive in mourning all the time and think that once you've hit a bad stage in life you just have to get up again. It's pointless to concentrate on emotional pain and better to just get on with everything. You also are a down to earth type of person and think before you act. Impulsive people may annoy you somewhat. Main weapon: Sword Quote: "Always do the right thing. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest" -Mark Twain Facial expression: Small smile What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures] brought to you by Quizilla Apart from that, things have been weird. I've been kind of stressing out over something trivial and personal, an issue that I really just need to take a chill pill over. I'm more relaxed about it now, and hopefully tomorrow will bring some reasurrance. Wednesday I went to BAGG, got drunk, and am missing an hour of the night in my mind. "Oops." Thursday and Friday was spent in class and in trying to get work done, not that much got accomplished either. I spent Saturday with my mom. She wanted to take pictures for my graduation announcement, a really annoying photo shoot, as she was still trying to figure out her camera while I stood there like a dolt, worrying about all the reading I had to do. Because I was stressed out from school, and sick (I could barely talk due to congestion) she refused to give me my car keys that night. The warden spoke, and I was trapped in jail. It wasn't too bad though. I really couldn't talk much, and we watched "Stage Beauty" with Claire Danes and Billy Crudup, and it was an AWESOME movie!! I recommend it to EVERYone. I'm just not in a mood to describe it right now. Sunday I did another photo shoot with rodm1000. My outfit was alot more revealing, and a good portion of these photos were a LOT more kinky and well. . .yea. It was a fun shoot, though. I'm thrilled with what I've seen so far. This photographer certainly makes me look cute and sexy, and I hardly ever say that about myself. Then he drove me up to the city to wingedcorset's place so that she and him could meet finally, and then she fed me dinner, a tasty dish of pork sausage and pasta. Tonight I'm happy because I finally finished an overdue project. I don't care about the grade anymore. It just needed to get done so I could turn it in. Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment. I'll try to start planning one of my three essays that are due next week, and I'm off to BAGG. . .again. That's nothing new, eh? I'm off to bed soon, as the thera-flu and its sleepy effects start kicking in. Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Covenant (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, April 11th, 2005
11:51 pm	Well, this is what I get for not paying attention to the syllabus after missing last week's classes. I just spent friggin' $13.00 on a book for a reading assignment that was supposed to be done last week. Now, here I am trying to play catch up like a good little student, and guess what? Last Thursday, I believe, was the last day we were discussing the novel, which means I could have done without (at this point) buying and reading the book, one that I'm not even enjoying at the moment to begin with. So, I've wasted the last two hours, and money that could have been better spent elsewhere, like on food or something. Textbooks are ridiculously expensive. Even books found at Borders and some such are. Especially to a college student that is forced to budget and make financial sacrifices for the sake of survival. Yes, I'm pissed right now, especially because my cupboard and fridge are nearly empty of anything worth eating--at midnight. And I'm starving. So, I'm ranting. . .uselessly. Damn it to hell! F---!! OK, I'm done now. EDIT: Ten minutes later, some apple juice, a tortilla, and goldfish crackers, my headache starts to disperse and the dramatics cease. . .finally. =) Current Mood: irate (Comment on this)
Friday, April 8th, 2005
11:06 am	Three cheers for me I got my essay back today. You know, the one that concerned the question 'What makes us human' according to the Bible, as well as Plato and Socrates. The one that I struggled with profusely. The one that ate my brain and spit it back out. The one I turned in late. Aaaah. Guess what? I GOT AN A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My professor wrote: "This is a very sound paper. . .the prose is lurid and moves well, and your argument is good." ::does a little dance:: I guess hope remains in both my writing skills, my intelligence, and perhaps even my own philosophical ideas. Yes, I HAD to share this. I'm so relieved. Plus, I got my midterm back (the same class) and ended up with a score of 40/40, which blew me away because I hardly studied and re-read any of the texts for that thing. Thus far, I am all set for an A in the class. ::dances some more:: Okay, it's hot chocolate time for me. =) Current Mood: ecstatic (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 6th, 2005
12:17 am	How?? Okay, I've just put out a plea for help to another fellow English major. Now I'm just going to ramble and rant. My midterm is going nowhere! Essay 1--an unfinished pile of poo. Essay 2--Nothing. Essay 3--a bunch of ideas and quotes without any cohesiveness. Now, the question remains: How the heck am I going to finish this midterm by Thursday at 7:00 p.m.??? Up until now, I thought of myself as intelligent. Now I'm not sure. I know I'm not focused. I have so much going on in personal life--new, exciting things--that I'm overwhelmed, but happy nonetheless. I'm finding myself doing a lot of personal writing in my journals. As well as surfing the internet for information on *stuff* I'm hoping it's just the focus problem, but I can't seem to generate theories, connections, or ideas that are above high school level (my opinion, of course) appropriate for a college level paper. I get intimidated, think that my ideas are dumb, then hit that writer's block with a BANG, and trust me, it hurts. But being unable to come up with intelligent introductions, having no idea where my topic is going, being unable to THInk, is all making me feel [Edit] pathetic and stupid. Well, I never said I was an academic. So, what am I doing here? I'm putting out a plea, asking for luck and encouragement, and hearty positive beliefs that I CAN write intelligent papers and get this midterm done ON TIME. Hm. . Well, I did get an essay back today, with an A-. I'll have to remember that as I fall asleep. Current Mood: crazed Current Music: HIM (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 3rd, 2005
4:50 pm	Oy!! Well, first of all, I went to BAGG last Wednedsday, and had a really fun and *interesting* time there (to say the least). I'm sure it was highly entertaining for the audience, and I had lots of fun!, but I am not going to make a detailed report on here. It feels personal, so if anyone wants the details, feel free to let me know or call me and I'll happily oblige. I'm just avoiding the online/print evidence that can be used for blackmail purposes. ::grins:: Secondly, I just got back from my trip to Redding with my mom, where she and I went to a family friend's baby shower. It was fine, fun, but goodness! If I hear, or even see the word 'cute' in the next couple days--before the appropriate recovery time--I'm going to scream. If I received a dime for everytime someone uttered that word, I'd be able to make down payment on a new car, or pay for a new apartment, and even help my poor friend get her car fixed--so that she can escape the confines of her 'country' place. And because I miss her! ::grins:: Anyway, so, I'm surprised that neither one of us came back in a suitcase in pieces. We were fine yesterday, but things got way too close to ugly today on the way back. I think I should request a prescription of codiene or something everytime I deal with her. It started with my suggestion of taking 80 back to the city, instead of driving ALL the way to Fremont for an hour or two, and then drive ALL the way back to the city. I thought her idea was silly, and mine was good. Plus, it would save me time, and get me back here sooner so that I could start to work on my papers. However, once she saw the traffic build-up, she started to get on my case, saying that she really needed to stop letting me enforce my will upon her. My will on her? Hello! Isn't she the one who took my car away simply because I showed up at her house with blue lipstick, and to "keep me away" from a few people that she dislikes for totally irrational and ignorant reasons? Argh! Then it just led into other stupid stuff. My tongue hurts from biting it too much in order to avoid saying something that would make us start screaming at each other. So, I really needed to come back up here a.s.a.p., because it IS my workspace, and my laptop has my files, and I forgot some materials for my essays. Now, what have I to do this week? It's horrific! I have a one page essay due (Women in Literature class) on Tuesday that I have to start tonight and finish tomorrow. I need to write a one page response on some reading material (Piers Plowman--medieval writing) and submit it online by tomorrow night. And for my Fairy Tales midterm due Thursday, I have to write THREE 2-3 pages essays. Only one has been started (yesterday), and it's only a mere draft. Now, I think my reasoning behind wanting to get here as soon as possible was extremely reasonable. And I don't think I'm going to make it to dancing this week--before Saturday, that is. It seems I picked a really bad day to try and kick my small one-a-day addiction to Pepsi. Once I got home, I ran straight to the vending machine. I'm trying to make up for what I've appropriately lacked for the last 5 hours. Current Mood: cranky (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 29th, 2005
12:28 pm	just because I kidnapped the quiz from a friend's page, because. . .gosh darn it! I was just plain curious. (That's my only defense.) ::grins:: By the way, I went to Deathguild last night. I'm still laughing because the guy manning the front door remembered me as the gal who passed out in the bathroom last week at BAGG. As he said, I'm never going to live that down. And my poor friend who had bought me the drink that sent me over the edge was just like "I'm never buying you another drink." I kind of argued, you know, that I didn't intend for that to happen, that I just had one drink too many--like that's new??. Oh. . ::sighs to self:: Well, I had fun last night, though I almost got squished on the dance floor. Ran into a few people I knew, including one person that I hadn't seen in 4 years, so that was great, and crazy. Only then my ride wanted to leave just as he and I were starting a great conversation. Oh, yes. And saw many hot guys last night ::drool:: Ah, yes, and I had lots of fun dancing with janeplan9 last night. I think that slowly, but surely, I'm corrupting her, or I'm trying. But I'm having fun trying. You go girl!! ::grins:: You know what it is about the drinking? That, for one, my spirit is too big for my itybity body, and that I'm trying to keep up with the people around me who can drink more, forgetting that I'm petite and it takes a lot less to get me buzzed, the drunk. I definately found my comfortable level last night--how many I can drink to stay at a tolerable, happy-buzzing level. So, that's enough. Here's that quiz I mentioned. Very Goth You scored 69! You're a Goth. Whether you admit it freely or not there is no denying it. You love the stuff and can't get enough. You decorate your living space in a way that is part morbid part chaotic.I'm sure your music is mostly Goth/Industrial/Darkwave. Wherever you go you're probably dressed mostly in black.Not only do you know who Switchblade Symphony is, you own every CD and EP they ever put out. Your dream profession is definatly something that benifits goths-Tattoo artist, goth DJ, freelance Gothic artist, Gothy comic creator ect.ect.ect... My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 57% on gothies Link: The GOTH Test written by myriad_entity on Ok Cupid Current Mood: tired, but happy (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 27th, 2005
8:56 pm	Random stuff You know, for a few short blissful minutes, I really thought my essay was coming together. Suddenly I knew how to organize it and where to go from Point A to Point B, amongst a very complicated subject that is tying my brain into knots. It hurts. Now, I'm stuck again, and am still having difficulty writing about and interpreting the Bible chapters, and deciphering Plato. It is 9:00 now, and I need to finish and turn in this essay, which is actually long overdue. I was also hoping to finish a second project but I haven't even touched that thing yet. This sucks! And it doesn't help that the internet is such a darned distraction. It's even more of a bummer because this, and a level of miscommunication, convinced me to flake out on some friends, missing out on a rave that I was looking foward to. I had hoped, in recompense, to have accomplished more than I did. ::bangs head on wall:: So, I went to BAGG again last week. I wore my leather pants, and I had to take the bus again, which didn't bother me. Interestingly enough, though, I got picked up on as I was making my way across campus. Some guy asked me for a cigarette, told me I looked good in my leather pants, and asked me for my number. I gave it to him, though I don't know why now. He actually called today, which is flattering, but then he was trying to get me to go over to his place in Park Merced and have a beer or two, and when I said 'No,' that I had to finish an essay, he sort of tried to get me to invite him to my place for 'fun' and/or distractions (as I so eloquently put it). That part was annoying. I don't even know him, and I'm supposed to invite him to my home, or go over to his to be alone with him--someone I don't know. What the heck is that? Certainly not respect or chivarly. If one wants to ask me out on a date, you ask me to a public place, and get to know me. I don't, by all means, allow someone I don't know in my apartment, or my pants ::shudders horribly at the thought:: I'm not sure, but I think I have more self-respect than that. I wonder, what with my rejection, if he'll call again. I don't think I'll cry if he doesn't. I have my hands full already with a guy or two at the moment. I'm kind of confused about it, and slowly, warily, moving myself into 'poly' land, wondering if it will work, and scared that I'll make some really regretful mistakes in the process. So, school is still the least of my concerns at the moment. I think I got bamboozled into going to Deathguild tomorrow--ORDered, actually, by a drunken friend to go, punishment for flaking out last week. But I have to call my friend to make sure that the plans are set. Then, certainly I'm going to BAGG, unless my workload becomes too intense and unmanageable. Just have to see how things go. I'm going to try to finish this damn paper before my sanity snaps in half. No, actually, I'm about to run over to a friend's apartment and talk to her. =) I am so undisciplined!! Current Mood: headache Current Music: HIM (4 Comments |Comment on this)