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September 6th, 2008 (04:59 pm)

how?: amused
what?: Islands- Rough Gem

Several things, primarily unrelated, at least to the untrained eye.

-Library school, y'all. The road there looks slightly perilous, but this is going to rock. ROCK, I TELL YOU.

-Really having to do with nothing in the world, re: Battlestack. I know none of you really give a crap about Helo, but hear me out: did that man totally have like five sisters? Because I say he probably did. No, I don't know what the crap I'm talking about either. Also have any of you besides Kate caught up on Battlestack? Because. WTF. WTFFFF.

-Dear girls of Carrboro: good christ, stop exploding my head with your excellence. You got to stop it. Put down the awesome sandals and back slowly away. Stop doing whatever awesome thing you've done to your hair. Stop bein' all sassy. And by that I mean, don't at all. On the other hand, dear boys of Carrboro: So many of you are already lethal; so many of you could be so much cuter. Please go shave, or at least cut your hair. Or at least go ask someone if you should cut your hair. And go put on a clean shirt. Damn hippies, you know the French software kids down the hall from my office are putting you to shame over here? Step up already.

-As I made my way back from the thrift store (where I pwned, incidentally) to my car, a Latino guy leaned out the passenger window of a car and very carefully informed me that "You are beautiful, baby!" Then an odd and slightly creepier kissy noise emerged from the car directly behind that one. Honestly? Re-diculous.

-"As a broke motherfucker, I don't understand how any of us broke motherfuckers could vote for a McCain-Palin ticket. I want to be able to check out good library books, you feel me?" Tyler's a good kid, no? If you are not already ill on electioneering, go read that and what it links to. Because, as the kid himself says, "This shit is about to get partisan."

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July 18th, 2008 (06:09 pm)

how?: chipper
what?: Coti- Mis planes


I am actually not sure what stuns and awes me more than a really good surreal spam email. I figure this one is kind of to make up for the fact that I just made a pita pizza and then it just fell the hell apart when I took it out of the toaster oven. Now it's basically a pile of pita, cheese, bell pepper, and some basil. Kinda tasty, kinda for the fail. ANYWAY.

First off, the monstrosity is from "Steinger Hladek". I could basically swear I've seen Hladek used as a last name in some sci fi I've read recently. The Sparrow??

The subject?

Yes. Just that.

And finally:
" Ni hao,

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Mr. Garland in teheran, when he was garbed in thought that
i require a clearness) and with him hoped soon to have a
chance of returning and restoring the account of the natives,
he was a complete was stolen miss amory paused for breath.
poirot, what you have told me, i gather that sir charles
but i can't remember her name. Susan let miss stiff. It
says nothingbut nothing at all! It is moment i had laid
eyes upon them, those were really brick, of a white frame
cottage with green shutters and insisted on starting off
for exhampton. He to swallow miracles are the very ones
who are mind that, my wenchshe does it for your good. About
the fellow. It appears that at last he's about thirty spearmen,
with a pennon displayed."

Guys, I just do not know. Today my boss laughed at me for my low caffeine tolerance, kept me from messing up several things, explained to me how I'd messed up several other things, and then told me not to stress. Fair enough. Then I met my friend Rachel from high school and long before, and we went for ice cream (mocha shake for her, way good, and a sundae with strawberry sorbet and dark chocolate hot fudge for me. NOM.) and then I gave her a walking tour of Carrboro because woman surely does not know what the fuck. Sigh. Hopefully now she will.

I went in hopes of future housemate-ness to see a house on Wednesday evening, but it kind of sucked, so onward we go.

Present housemate has run off to Pennsylvania for the weekend for a frisbee tournament- crackhead- and I am probably going to go swim in a really awesome pond tomorrow! That's enough of that.

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July 2nd, 2008 (10:14 pm)

how?: amused
what?: Anna Nalick- Catalyst

Hahaha, snap.

Oh good. Now that I've typed that, I have no idea what was funny. TYPICAL. I start work on Monday, so I've been trying to understand what the hell I can possibly wear to look respectable-- somehow it seems that hilarious Threadless shirts proclaiming things about the nature of rock will not be ideal. I will account your rock and roll, bitches! Probably not. Though since I now possess pants, a skirt, and a perfect shirt in black pinstripe, I am sure something can be made to happen. In related news, it is unexpectedly difficult to find basic sewing materials in this town, what the shit.

Martin forgot to leave me money for housesitting for him. Come to think of it, that might have been what was funny. Terrifyingly enough, I continue to not be broke yet, so it's not really an issue, but honestly? Space cadet fake uncle, I swear. Either that, or he's hidden it somewhere really crafty and not told me about it. I repeat: space cadet.

At this point, I would like to point out that in reality, the main lack in my social circle at the moment is drinking buddies. That bottle of Bombay I had at the end of the semester is sitting pathetically in the freezer. You would think that in a house containing two frisbee players, current or not, there would not be an excess of sobriety, but apparently you'd think wrong. Stuff and nonsense.

Now I am going to go and read the Official Guide to QuickBooks until I cannot stand it, or half an hour, whichever comes last. This reminds me hilariously of reading for chemistry in high school (did I even have a chem text in high school? I expect I must have...) in that it is all kind of vaguely intriguing but also horribly boring because there seems to be no way that any of it is actually useful for anything.

By the by, Sardineface, I can't remember for the life of me when it was that you cut my hair, but it has been holding up admirably. Usually by this time/length, many frumpy old women in the library would have complimented it and driven me to cut it, but so far it's been just one compliment from a rather stylish female friend of my dad's, who has short and rather excellent hair herself. What I probably mean is either "thanks" or "shut the hell up." Your choice.

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June 21st, 2008 (03:03 pm)
how?: charmed
what?: Modest Mouse- Blame It on the Tetons

Oh holy shit, guys, guys, seriously. There is a squirrel doing the cutest thing ever in the world out on the porch. Squirrel taking a nap. It's all tucked up like cats do when they decide to become rectangular, on the porch railing, and it has its nose down like that adorable little sleepy bear I was obsessed with for a little while. Let me see if I can find a link.

I just hope Mr. Squirrel here is okay and not, like, dying or something, because if that were the case I would have to feel like an ass.

Ah yes. A sleepy baby bear.

That is all.

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who is the cat that wears the world as a hat

June 11th, 2008 (05:51 pm)
how?: ridiculous
what?: my housemate is watching that freaking model show. how. what. okay.

You guys? I am made of pure terror. In that within a month of having graduated college, I have a car, a job (with benefits, that does not pay minimum wage even a little bit, actually almost twice minimum wage), and a place to live that is not my mother's attic. Let's look at it this way: if I can do it, most anyone can.

Also, dear god, note to self for all future coffee interactions: decaf. Decaf fucking mochas for the love of all that is holy. I haven't been drinking anything caffeinated for approximately forever and now my head feels oversized. Snap. I was going to ask since when Caribou Coffee took the Starbucks approach to caffeination, but now that I consider my recent status with regard to coffee, that is probably not the issue at hand.

In other news, because I somehow or other still remember how to make links, Ray Smuckles, Professor of Doctorology. Speaking of, I bought a copy of Thus Spoke Zarathustra with the most terrifyingly mustachioed man on it, I must assume it's Nietzsche, because I had gotten it out of the library for a lark and now Professor Rose wants to discuss it with me. For the love of. The man says he wishes I could keep him in "my pocket or closet" and bring him out when I find a passage I want to discuss with him. Is this man allowed to exist? Because I am not certain.

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh caffeine. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgh.

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June 5th, 2008 (04:26 pm)

how?: surprised
what?: Bloc Party- Pioneers

Uh. So life is still a little straight-up silly over here, but damn. I've been sending out mad crazy job applications, like you do, and not really hearing from anybody. Then-- what, yesterday? Yesterday, I get woken up at 8:50 by my phone, pull it together, and answer it to find it's from some accounting firm I sent a resume and all to. They want me to come interview that afternoon. Aight, that's fine, not too much time to freak myself out. I went in at 3, pretty good interview and everything, the man is there telling me all kinds of stuff about benefits and pay and how two of the three people who've held this position eventually buggered off to go to grad school and that's completely cool and whatever-- essentially he sounded almost like he wanted to give me the job right there. And, seemingly having called everyone in the known universe, just called me back to tell me to come in for a second "interview"-- kind of a test training situation-- tomorrow.

I mean, let's not get ahead of ourselves and all, but I kind of think I might have a job. What. Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat.

In truly important news, I started watching the third season of Battlestack. WHATWHATWHATWHATWHAT. The jury is still very much out as to whether I like this shit or minorly despise it. Honestly? HONESTLY.

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January 14th, 2008 (06:39 pm)

how?: indescribable

Hallo everybody. So... just so nobody gets the news via Facebook or something like that, uh. Shit is not working with the boy. There's an awful lot more to it than that, but on the other hand, there's absolutely nothing else to it. I just wish I could get my head clear.

I kind of lack anything else to say at the moment, as perhaps you can imagine. I'm here until Thursday. Got to go do a couple of things and then go home and hope Beck isn't making anything too fucked up for dinner. You would not believe how bad I miss black beans right now.

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December 10th, 2007 (11:27 am)
how?: punchy?
what?: Outkast- The Way You Move

Good goddamn, I don't even know anymore.
All kinds of crazy shit is done, all kinds of potentially crazier shit has yet to be done. Writing big papers is hard, but now my brain's in that mode and doesn't know how to cope with leaping from one thing to the next every half hour, which is why I have gotten hardly anything done today.

I need to email my aunt and tell her no, no, I am so sorry, no we cannot hang out. Why the hell is she so much less busy than I am? The real world out there looks nicer and nicer.

Last night I got pissed off at the incompetence of all the supposedly organized and professional people who should be able to help me with things like translating my CV and fucking did it myself. I don't know if it's good, I don't know if I'll be able to track down any of these idiots to proofread it, but I damn well did it. Wordreference.com=god of translation.

All I've got left academically is my Towson class, for which I have to write a fiddly little takehome exam of no particular length, and then go sit around eating pizza and listening to people's presentations on Wednesday night. Life SO HARD.

There's half a bottle of rather nice gin sitting over by my fridge, and I can't think who the hell I would drink it with. Oh well. Had some beautiful gin and tonics with Nikita on her birthday on Friday, maybe I'll just hang on to the rest of it for next semester, as gin is not exactly how we usually roll at home.

I think I gotta go do things. Things that involve not being in my room. But what the hell do I know?

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December 4th, 2007 (09:30 pm)

how?: giggly

Things have been like this:
-adorable discussion in film class
-lunch?! shit, but I hang out with some silly people
-fucking finished my Latin American Studies paper. SNAP.
-then went shopping for exciting things like socks and underwear and windshield wipers. and sneakers. failed horrifically at the latter two, significant win on the former two.
-dinner=blah. stomach=blah. temporary grump.
-last class with Professor Rose=wtf is going on, everyone in the world is crazy

Then upon getting out of class, I find I have a voicemail. Normal, because for some reason the whole world always calls me while I'm in my night classes. I guess night classes ain't normal. This message? Anything but normal.
Mah boy, he drunk-dialed me. Drunk enough that when I called him back I felt a little drunk just from talking to him. I lack the ability to describe how adorable I found this. I DON'T KNOW MAN. If I want to think he's adorable for drunk-dialing me, I can, okay? Okay.

Anyway. Nose, grindstone, go.

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December 3rd, 2007 (03:18 pm)

how?: irritated

Today is silly as hell. It has gone like this: got up at 10:30, shower and clothes and breakfast, whatever. On my way over to 11:30 class in Thormann, I realized I missed my 10:30 meeting with Maite to translate my CV into Spanish. FUCK. So after an agonizing hour of listening to people present their Latin American Studies paper topics, went to send an apology/can we try this again email to Maite and call my mother to spaz. Turns out my mommy has this Argentinian doctor friend who is actually totally into the idea of helping with this. WHEW. Granted I'll have to run it by some Spaniard-type, but hey.

Then lunch in Stimson, because Heubeck was terrifyingly packed. Proceeded to make the massive tactical error of stopping by Andal's room after lunch, and our combined disinclination to do work turned into two hours of absolute dicking around, vis a vis things like somehow taking half an hour to get from her room to Pearlstone to get something tasty to drink. What the hell.

I still don't want to do work. I mean, the work is going super well, but goddamn, I am tired of doing it. Life just seems pretty unfair when for weeks all I've wanted is time to go buy socks and underwear and I can't. HONESTLY. Hell with that.

Current round of work now just consists of the film and Latin American studies papers. I finished smacking down Kant and his racist tendencies on Saturday, that's due tonight. Film: got 6.5 of 8, but it's more that 4.5 of those need rewriting and expanding than that I need to write 1.5 pages. Pfft. That's for Thursday. And the border militarization paper currently consists of a little under 3.5 pages of rather dense notes, but the kind of notes that mostly need to be made grammatically correct and expanded upon to be actual paper portions.

Sorry, I know I keep kind of reiterating the work and everything, but it's a way to think "out loud" without actively wasting anyone's time, which is kind of needful at the moment.

Okay, what the fuck, even in my most procrastinate-y state I should be able to get two pages in the next hour and a half, shit.

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