Archive for April, 2006

Platinum Blonde

Friday, April 28th, 2006

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.

Dogs don’t write memoirs, especially dead ones

Thursday, April 27th, 2006

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

Can I breathe now?

Thursday, April 27th, 2006

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.

Bumper Fallin’ off the Car Funk

Tuesday, April 25th, 2006

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’m really stressing

Tuesday, April 25th, 2006

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…

Bare minimum girl

Monday, April 24th, 2006

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…

I *can* get behind that

Monday, April 24th, 2006

Now, my friends from all walks know me as shockingly prim and proper for a punk rock goddess. Sometimes they get a good chuckle out of my blushing and pitifully unnatural delivery of the rare profanity. But I really did get a kick out of the following bit:

Go here and select “Nerd Porn Auteur”

‘Nuf said. I am a porn star!!

Ten Years Ago

Friday, April 14th, 2006

I got this from my college roomie, Anne, with whom I was living at this time, so it’s tres apropos:

Ten Years ago, it was early 1996. Take this survey, post the results, and see how many things have changed since then.

Q1) How old were you?

Q2) What Grade Were you in?
College freshmen

Q3) Where did you go to school?
Emerson College, Boston

Q4) Where did you work?
Just school activities: WECB, EIV, NBS

Q5) Where did you live?
180 Bolyston Street, the Little Building – 9th floor, with Anne

Q6) How was your hair style?
Long, black, usually with a burgundy stripe and green roots

Q7) Did you wear braces?
Nope, but I would’ve prefered it over my prescription-medicated acne.
Q8) Did you wear contacts?
half of the time

Q9) Did you wear glasses?
other half of the time

Q10) Who was your best friend?

Q11) Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend?
in April… I was in a pitiful situation involving Micah. I was in a very bad place.

Q12) Who was your celebrity crush?
Anne: Oh wait, just for the Emerson crew – Gary Spivey
OMG! And the psychic cruise of doom through the Bermuda Triangle! Love that ramen toupe.
Maybe Peter Steele, but I didn’t really like him in *that way*. Just that vampiric allure.

Q13) Who was your regular-person crush?
Hmm. I briefly dated three people during this school year, only one was a nice guy, and crushes came easy because they were ways to keep my mind away from the person I was with. Don’t ask…

Q14) Were you a virgin?
Yes. I remember being propositioned for something specific and I didn’t even know what he meant.

Q15) How many piercings did you have?
Nine in my ears, none in the rest of me. Most have closed now.

Q16) How many tattoos did you have?
None. One big one now, four times under the pen.

Q17) What was your favorite band/singer?
Anne: Lunachicks all the way
I must concur. They rocked in concert.

Q18) Had you smoked a cigarette yet?
Nope. Still haven’t

Q19) Had you gotten drunk or high yet?
Not drunk. Still haven’t.
Did trynitrous-oxide from a whipped cream can in high school.

Q20) Had you driven yet?
Surely, but not in Boston. Still haven’t.

Q21) If so which car?
1963 Chevy Belaire (my car), 1992 Ford Tempo (mom’s car), probably grandma’s Honda, had killed the family van by this point.

Q22) Which of your pets were still alive?
None of my pets. My parents got ferrets about the time I left for college.
Anne: And i don’t think the lobster twins Fred the Dead and Llyod the Destroyed count.
Awesome! No, they were Arthur Fiedler’s pets. Nutty & Cornwallis lived across campus. And Financial Aid lived on the third floor in a purse.

Q23) Looking back, are you where you thought you would be in 1996?
Not really, but I even didn’t know where I was in 1996, so that fact that I actually can say I’m happy to be alive is a definite improvement. I figured I would’ve had an advanced degree by now, but at least I’m finally back in school. I figured I would’ve been a business owner by now, which I am, but it’s slow going and only online. I have not really made any movies since, nor have I released an album or written a book, but I will at least accomplish one of those (probably the book, at this rate) in the future.

Thanks for writing!

Friday, April 14th, 2006

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.

Butt Hatte

Friday, April 14th, 2006

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!