RaggedyAndroid

Well, I am currently a pale blonde. My goal is to get my hair white, but that’s probably the most difficult color to achieve. And right now, my scalp is pissed at me for the chemical abuse. I may even have to reschedule my haircut until my scalp repairs a bit. Not sure. I’ll see tonight.

See, these really funny quotes emerge out of my Renaissance and Reformation class, but I can never explain them to make them funny again.

Context: Ivan the Terrible

Ok, so I submitted my draft yesterday. It was 18 pages; the final draft must be 25. I thought this was bad, but there are only 7 of us and I saw at least two other drafts that were 10 pages at most. So I’m probably average, and I can deal with being average in a grad-level history seminar.  Especially when I am the only one not coming out of a history undrgrad program.
So, I have two readings to do for next week, and I really need to write an 18-page paper before I go away next Thursday. But I do feel better that my draft is in. I stayed up until 7:30 writing, slept until 11:30, and after class, hung out for a while at the history dept picnic. It was actually quite fun, and I chatted about interests outside of school with two other medievalists. In truth, I was running purely on Diet Cherry Coke and Fresh air, but my spirits were up. I did feel guilty, though, because I looked awfully peppy for someone who had been sick earlier in the week and missed a class… But it wasn’t that I was raring to go; I was just giddy with relief and exhaustion.

But instead of going home to sleep, we went to game. Though it was a combat-heavy evening, it was nice to play because it’s been so long. I don’t think I’ve played anything (besides a fun one-shot murder mystery) since before starting school last fall. And SB was determined not to allow me to do homework last night since I’ve been running myself ragged. Still, it is my own fault for not getting more done earlier in the semester. I did go to bed at midnight and was asleep by 1am, so I actually had a reasonable amount of sleep.

Hopefully I’ll get one reading assignment done today before heading over to Sixpence’s place for a hair dye session. Saturday, I have a Haircut, so I should be quite punk rock soon.

My buddy Chris called and brightened my day. He and his wife are expecting!

My day has been trippy, though. While failing to write, I was contacted by several folks from high school that I have not seen since, well, high school. My day has been such that it exists outside of my regular life. But the problem is that regular life still goes on and I still have a draft due tomorrow. I have written at a least a page since my last blog entry, though. And I am happier because I will be an “auntie”!

I have a big draft due tomorrow and I just have a block. I can’t focus, I can’t sleep soundly. Last night I had a series of trippy dreams. Then I would dream that I woke up and analyzed the stress dreams I was having. Then I would go back to a stress dream, only to dream again that I woke up to write down my troubled dreams. So exhausting to not even know what state of consciousness I am in.

And moments ago, I received a call from SB to say that I need to take my car to the shop tomorrow. Tomorrow, when my draft is due, the draft that is currently 20 pages shy of the assignment. Someone shoot me now so that I have an excuse. I’m gonna go puke now…

I’ve always considered myself a bare minimum type of girl. I do the bare minimum that is required to reach what I deem to be an acceptable goal. In high school, this was called “A-“. I skittered around 90% for my entire school career. And now, in grad school, this has changed to “AB”. There are both good and bad aspects to this. The good part is that the bare minimum has been lower to 88%. Let’s hear it for 88%! The bad news is that the “B” just lurks there, staring at you, reminding you how precarious the bare minimum can be, how easily that fragile little “A” could fall off the “AB”.

Our Renaissance and Reformation professor had mentioned in class the other day that he dislikes teaching honors level courses. When asked why, he said, “All the honor students feel they should get an ‘A’.” I could see his point. Of course, as bare minimum girl, I said, “I’m fine with an ‘AB”.” Another gal said, “Well I’m not.” And inside I just rolled my eyes and imagined her uptight lifestyle causing a premature heartattack. And I thought back to those high school equivalents, over-achievers that didn’t know why they were doing it because they were driven by forces other than themselves; they just knew they had to. Well, you don’t have to. Chill out.
See, right now, I should be writing two research papers. But instead, I am writing this blog entry. And eventually, I will start to panic. But not until the last moment, and I’ll still get it done. That’s just how it works. But seriously, I have to get back to writing…

It looks like in the last couple weeks, people have started to comment on my blog! I didn’t realize that, because since starting my blog 1.5 years ago (well, really writing last fall) I had about 4 comments. But today I decided to clear out my spam comments (of which there was over 300) only to find 6 *real* comments. So, if you comment on my blog and don’t notice it show up, drop me an email. I want to keep all actual comments, but they might get thrown in with the slew of spam comments that have been blocked. And if your comment is about penis enlargement, herbal remedies, mortgage or debt consolidation, don’t expect to ever see it posted, because I won’t realize it’s not spam.

Ok, so I was reading this chanson de geste entitled Huon de Bordeaux for a research paper. The last page of the book had the following engraving. Now, my first thought was “This is kinda pretty; I like the vines and cross shape; it might make a good tattoo on the lower back.” But then I noticed words… This would be an awesome butt hat tat!