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April 18th, 2005
11:33 pm Considering how badly today could have gone, it was actually a pretty good day, made all the better because out of the blue Bernstein pushed back the due date of our conference project from April 28th (a week from this Thursday) to May 2 (two weeks from today), and if you guys think that that extra weekend won't make all the difference in the world, well, then, unlike me, you've clearly never written a conference project in one weekend.
Fin.
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01:33 am Diana and I got involved in a domestic dispute (read: after whipping packets of soy sauce and Chinese mustard at each other for a few minutes, I went back to work, she poked me in the back and said something that scared the crap out of me, and I reached down to hit her and somehow managed to whack the shit out of my right hand with my left) and now I've got this huge red bruise with a raised purple spot.
It looks like a buboe, kinda.
Seeking applications for a new H.L.P...
This Origins assignment blows.
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April 17th, 2005
02:25 pm *scratches head*
Gender-Liberal You scored 66% Gender-Abolitionist, 60% Sexually Liberal, and 0 % Socialist |
You are the Gender-Liberal. This means that you share qualities with both Liberal Feminists and Gender Abolitionists. Like the Liberal Feminist, you feel political change needs to be done on a small-scale level through legislative change, not necessarily through a massive destruction of class society through the adoption of an extremist socialist stance. You are also very concerned with sexual liberation, and feel that women should be free to do what they please sexually without criticism, just as men should be free to do. However, you differ from the Liberal Feminist culturally, because you see gender as a social construction that needs to be destroyed. Like the Gender Abolitionist, you realize that gender is often perceived as one's identity, when it should only be perceived as a small, insignificant part of that person. We shouldn't be able to say "This person IS a woman". Rather one should say something more akin to "This person HAS the physical traits of a woman". This way, we wouldn't be assuming someone's physical traits are a part of their identity, and we couldn't use this difference to oppress them or categorize them. In short, you advocate extreme cultural change through the destruction of gender roles, but politically you are less extreme, instead focusing on individual or legislative change as opposed to a massive change of ideology. |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 45% on Gender |
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You scored higher than 12% on Sexuality |
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You scored higher than 0% on Class |
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...huh? I think gender needs to be destroyed? I think this test tricked my stupid woman brain or something.
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02:16 am - And she'd sigh like Twig the wonder kid and turn her face away.
Some other stuff happened today but that was all for the positive so of course I'll be writing about the upsetting thing.
Those of you who are aquainted with me IRL and have talked with me in the last week are undoubtedly aware that my voice sounds like that of a frog who's got throat cancer - that is, when I can manage to get something out that's not dog-pitched or just a squeak. I've been croaking since last Saturday, when I woke up feeling like I was going to die. Well, over the past couple of days or so the voice and horrendous stuffiness have also included a sore throat, and a bit of a phlegmy cough. Yum. I haven't been improving, despite the fact that I've been dosing myself consitently with cold/sinus/allergy medication. This isn't a whine, because after last year's dysentery this is nothing. But I was running out of medication so I foolishly, foolishly called home while I was in CVS to see what my mother thought I should get. She was out, so I had to describe my symptoms to my grandmother, who told me to get medicine I of course did not purchase. Ma called back while I was at the register, and as I was getting in the car she said, "Amanda, you can take the medicine you got but I don't think it's going to do you much good. I think that you need to go to health services and have this checked out."
I told her no, of course.
She said that she thinks I have strep throat and that I "NEED TO GO GET IT CHECKED OUT BECAUSE ZOMG AMANDA DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT STREP THROAT IF IT'S NOT TREATED WITH ANTIBIOTICS IT CAN GO TO YOUR HEART AND WEAKEN IT-"
"Yes, and kill you, I know, like it killed Jim Henson."
"Right." (For the record, I have had a tremendous history of strep throat. I got it constantly as a kid - I think the record was 13 times in one year once. I got it so often that my pediatrician used to just hand the swab over to me and let me do the culture. Yet, interestingly enough, I never got it again once my mother had her stupid tonsils out when I was 10. 'Cause, you know, it's not like she wasn't a carrier who worked in an emergency room or anything.)
This won't make a lot of sense to the people who don't go to SLC (I can go into the whys on the off chance anyone's that interested) but the idea of maybe having an untreated case of scarlet fever over the past week is somehow less upsetting and stressful to me than is the idea of going to health services. You know? I just...I can't.
Fuck me. I have either the mutant cold that won't die, or strep throat, and I won't go into how much work I have due although I can say that today I read over 200 pages in the library and today was my light day of weekend work. Tee hees. Current Mood: uncomfortable Current Music: David Bowie, "Drive-In Saturday"
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April 14th, 2005
09:34 pm All I've wanted, all day long today, has been for people to leave me alone for a minute and a half. I know I'm probably being unreasonable, but, Jesus, people. When I get a phone call while talking to the mother I babysit for which starts off with "Amanda? Hi, you don't know me, but..." about housing-related stuff, naturally two days late, I know I've reached the stretching point.
I want to lie down and cry for awhile but I'm so tired no tears will come.
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April 13th, 2005
10:56 pm - We are plotting this show, by the way
Soul Effigy: I seriously want one, so it can have stare-offs with Crumpet. Dutch2Di4: lol you would so give them tiny weapons and have gladiator matches Dutch2Di4: don't lie Soul Effigy: Only when Crumpet and he were even in size. Dutch2Di4: yeah right, you'll just get a bunch of frogs, and the hardest one, that survives will fight Crumpet Soul Effigy: Hey, that's a good idea. Soul Effigy: I think that can be the lead-in to our zombie show on HBO. Dutch2Di4: LOL Tonight at 8 watch "Reptile Deathmatch" at 9 "The Drafted Dead" and at 10 catch "Taxi Cab Confessions" Dutch2Di4: "Remember, it's not TV...it's HBO" Soul Effigy: *aaaaaaaaaah*
(The frog: http://www.reptilecity.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&Store_Code=reptiles&Product_Code=SGMT&Category_Code=FROGS)
Current Mood: restless Current Music: XTC, "Blame the Weather"
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08:50 pm Oh, so that's why I've been putting this paper off...it's hard, and I don't really know what I'm writing about. As an added bonus, all the sources I've found on the subject are of differing opinions on just how much the Normans influenced English society after the Conquest, and whether or not that influence was good or bad.
Sounds a lot like my conference project, actually, except for the fact that that paper's on a much more obscure topic, I have about 20 sources for it, and none of those are related. Oh, and that's due on April 28th, while this paper's due tomorrow.
Shit. Current Mood: anxious
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12:44 am - That slug looks remarkably calm, don't you think?
Yup.
My head is itching. I forgot how long it takes for the scalp to 'heal.' :(
Guess who has another meeting with the Hellbitch tomorrow? Current Mood: the paper remains unfinished
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April 12th, 2005
10:23 am Please wish me luck today. I'm going to need it. Current Mood: nervous/sick Current Music: Moby, "South Side"
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April 11th, 2005
09:09 pm Never let it be said that I do not make one damned fine iced chai tea.
And also let it never be said that I am not one damned fine procrastinator.
No, these things aren't related.
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01:18 am - On matters olfactory All day long, whenever I've caught a whiff of my hair, it's made me happy; the new stuff I'm using bears an uncanny resemblance to one of my favorite scents ever, a perfume oil called Tombstone. (Yes, I know...) This is doubly wonderful because
a) I can't wear that perfume any longer, since it makes my skin literally go crazy; even since taking the Imp out of the tin I keep them in this afternoon I've noticed an increase in itchiness (I do wonder if it played any role in the bad, bad flareup I've only recently gotten under a semblance of control)
and
b) Even if I could wear the perfume, it appears that BPAL's discontinued it. I can't find it listed on the website now, and it was there about a month and a half ago, so either I've gone crazy or it's, well, gone. Oh well. I was going to order a bigger bottle of it for special occasions but junk that.
While I was looking around the site, though, I did find this, which may appeal to several of the people on my friendslist: http://www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com/etcetera.html
Ah, the scent of springtime in Arkham.
P.S. psyche_7, which ones did you get in your last order? I think I still have some of yours from last year here with me. Current Mood: calm
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April 10th, 2005
08:40 pm My turtle is so strange. Earlier today he was biting at his front claws. Right now he's sitting on his basking spot, sort of half under the waterfall the filter makes, despite the fact that his light has been off for 40 minutes and thus he is getting no light or heat. He's also getting porky again, which means food cutbacks, which means more of me yelling and hitting the side of the tank when he starts doing the spastic food jerk for minutes at a time (which is possibly the most distracting thing I've ever seen). Oh, our wonderful dynamic. Hard to think that I did indeed pass a year at college without his gracious presence.
This paper - I cannot focus on it. Part of this is my own lack of willpower; talking to people for hours online and napping away at least an hour of the afternoon, as well as taking the long way to the Pub just to get an orange juice, are not necessarily the most productive work habits. I probably shouldn't wish for this, because when I wish for things they always come back in a MOST EXTREME form, but I hope we have crappy weather on the next few weekends. I didn't realize how much I was responding to the sunlight and warmth until it got dark out awhile ago; suddenly it seems a bit easier to sit down and at least think about writing more. Eh. The paper's not due until Thursday at 5 (which really means Thursday at, like, 3 at the latest since I have class from 3:30 - 5ish) but I'd really like to get it done so I can focus on the other work I've got.
Watch, I asked for rain, now we'll get a hurricane. You guys mark my words. Current Mood: blah Current Music: Fleetwod Mac, "Say You Love Me"
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12:59 pm You know what's fun? When the motherfucking servers at Dunkin Donuts lie right to your face about whether or not what you ordered is what you ordered - and then get two people in on the lie. This is especially fun after you've repeated the order twice to the Spanish-speaking cook whose English needs a lot of improvement.
I knew that this was a vanilla bean Coolatta and not a French vanilla Coolata. >_<
Other than that, though - and the paper, which is going to keep me cooped up inside today - I can't complain about the day so far. I woke up feeling less ill than I did yesterday, discovered that going grocery shopping at 11:30 on a Sunday morning is a much better idea than going at around 5 at night, and the day is absolutely beautiful. I drove to a Dunkin Donuts far out of my way just because the weather was so nice. Current Mood: calm
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April 9th, 2005
06:40 pm Having pounded some Advil Allergy Sinus, I feel much better; thanks for the condolences.
The birthday party was actually pretty fun - plus I got free cake and pizza out of the deal. I've never been to 'flatcar racing' (slotcar racing) before, and it was fun to watch.
Tonight I've decided to start, in earnest, on the work which promises to be make these last six weeks of the semester literally a living hell. For your consideration, I present my workload:
2 conference projects (1 descriptive review, due May 13, and 1 project on transi tombs [I think; hell, I don't really know anymore] due April 28) 1 paper on the Norman Conquest, due April 14 2 presentations for my history class, on April 18 and 25, respectively 2 more science/math lecture projects (1 due April 18, the other not handed out yet) 1 presentation for a group conference in the math/science lecture on a paper I chose, April 19 1 paper for Lorayne on some weird Met painting search she wants us to do; I don't remember when that's due 1 paper on Magna Carta, due May 13 aaaand, of course, my regular workload, which includes weekly journals for the child psych class, about 200 pages of reading a week for Bernstein, as well as the questions he expects us to come up with for each session, the ECC, several more conferences I have to muddle through, a group housing meeting which I'm a little worried about, and babysitting, babysitting, babysitting.
So if I'm crabbier than usual in the upcoming weeks, don't say I didn't tell you why. I think I need to start doing coke. I don't know how I'm going to get through this (or get through it without giving myself mono again). Current Mood: tired Current Music: 'The Civil War'
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11:14 am I'm so stuffed-up that I can't breathe properly through my nose, my head is aching front, back and sideways, swallowing is murder, I'm so rumbly in my tumbly, and, when I went to pick up my 32 oz. water bottle so I could wash some medication down, I couldn't do it with one hand because my wrist ached too much.
I'm really going to pretend that this is allergies because at 1:45 I have to be at a 6-year-old's birthday party, watching over his little brother, and, I have a feeling, keeping an eye on about 25 kids in general. LA LA LA LA LA mono/flu not listening to you LA LA LA LA LA Current Mood: sick
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April 8th, 2005
12:15 am I need to stop eating this snack I'm eating right now. It's weird.
Why don't stockings come in eggs anymore? ;_;
Tomorrow, tomorrow, is the auction.
And what's this nonsense about the new Crest mouthwash that 'doesn't burn'? Am I the only one out here who likes the sensation of Listerine?
Diana got really alarmed when my hair started smoking. Hee. Current Mood: random
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April 6th, 2005
03:05 pm Taken from that English asshole:
Your dating personality profile:
Stylish - You do not lack for fashion sense. Style matters. You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about her appearance. Liberal - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate. Big-Hearted - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love. | Your date match profile:
Big-Hearted - You want someone compassionate, someone gentle and kind. A loving, nurturing person will fill that hole in your life. Shy - You are put off by people who are open books. You are drawn to someone who is a bit more mysterious. You want to draw her out of her shell and get to know what she is all about. Wealthy/Ambitious - You seek someone with goals, someone to whom success is important. You would like for this person to open up new experiences and opportunities for you. | Your Top Ten Traits
1. Stylish 2. Liberal 3. Big-Hearted 4. Intellectual 5. Romantic 6. Adventurous 7. Sensual 8. Shy 9. Wealthy/Ambitious 10. Traditional
| Your Top Ten Match Traits
1. Big-Hearted 2. Shy 3. Wealthy/Ambitious 4. Stylish 5. Practical 6. Conservative 7. Funny 8. Romantic 9. Adventurous 10. Intellectual
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Take the Online Dating Personality Quiz at Dating Diversions
I'm not so sure I agree with my results, either.
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April 5th, 2005
11:19 pm - We will be fine, Apollo 9
Happy birthday, rosehiptea! May the idea of an Adam Ant comic (in some foreign language, no less) make you laugh as much as I did!
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12:39 am - ...I think I just passed out
From Wikipedia (emphasis mine):
"Beginning in 2001, the Disneyland and Tokyo Disneyland attraction is changed for about three months just prior to Halloween until just after the new year into "Haunted Mansion Holiday," a theme based on the 1993 Tim Burton stop-motion animation feature, The Nightmare Before Christmas. In 2005, there are no plans for Disneyland to recieve the overlay (although Tokyo Disneyland still will) as there are too many things coinciding as part of the Happiest Homecoming on Earth celebration, but the Magic Kingdom attraction is scheduled to recieve the overlay for the very first time in 2005."
I don't need to elaborate, do I? Because seriously I think I'm going to faint from joy.
SO WHO'S COMING WITH ME?!?!?! Current Mood: head between knees...
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April 4th, 2005
08:38 pm - Cara mia! My lottery number's 107. That's not that impressive, but it's not terrible, and they're going to be taking 100 points off anyway since I'm going to be a senior. Actually, now that I think about it, I think this is the best number I've ever gotten (last year I was 292!), which is kind of sad, but I don't really care as long as I get to live with Jordan and Katrina.
I've not felt very good today, but this evening as I was cutting some dead and heads off of my little yellow rosebush and leaving just stems, it came to me that though it's taken 21 years, I have finally turned into Morticia Adams, and that realization made me feel a little better.
But where's my Gomez? ;_; One cannot have little Wednesdays, Pugsleys and Puberts without a husband who is a failure at failing! Current Mood: contemplative
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