My poor blog! I have ignored thee for so long. And at this point I have probably lost the two followers I have tried so hard to gain! Sigh...
But on to what really matters: le subject! (I doubt that that is actually French for subject, but hey it sounds cool, right?) Songs. The really, REALLY bad kind that get stuck in your head. There's nothing worse. Because it's never a good song that is stuck - that wouldn't be such a tragedy. It's always the really annoying or just plain bad or somehow unpleasant songs that set up residence inside your cranium and refuse to leave. Like squatters. Also you end up humming or singing them to yourself without even noticing and then someone else hears you and either a) makes fun of you or b) gets angry at you because now the song will be stuck in their head.
If you couldn't figure it out by the dedication of a blog to my complaining, I have a song stuck in my head. Two, in fact. They've been there since Monday and somehow even the constant playing of other, more entertaining, and sometimes excessively odd songs like "Sweet Transvestite" cannot replace them! I blame my comedy class. In order to make some point, which I have forgotten since these songs are taking up all the decent thinking capacity, my professor played that stupid "Friday" song by Rebecca Black and some random mash-up that involved a song from that kids show "Lazytown." It had something to do with cake.
And see? That's even worse! I don't know the lyrics to either of these songs, so there's like one or two lyrics from each just playing over and over and OVER! So while I am trying to write this blog and a final American Lit paper on the changing use of the image of Nature all I can think is that I have to "do the cooking by the book" and that I "gotta get down on Friday." Both statements to which I can confidently answer with a nice, resounding DUH.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Just One More Late Night
Yes dear now sort-of existent readers, I have another midnight to 4 shift working the front desk at one of the Sophomore residence halls. And this one is unfortunately much more lonely than the last one - ie no one wants to visit me. Although it could be worse - I could not have this computer and thus no chance to talk to you lovely people which we all know is a delightful creative experience. And I could be lacking in the first two season of Scrubs which RD turned me onto and to which I am not COMPLETELY addicted. And if I get tired of that I even have the latest Jim Butcher paperback. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
I apologize for my lack of presence the past week - the first week back from a really relaxing Spring Break is of course a difficult one. I have a paper due Monday that's only partially done, a showcase for 2 of my new plays tomorrow (and I have to be up at 9 after working till 4... ugh...), and will probably have to do ALL my homework on Sunday which will make me very sad.
Let's see.... what else can I tell you about? Honestly this week has not been all that interesting (unfortunately?) to the outside observer. For me it hasn't been all that bad - not the best week I've ever had by any means, but not necessarily bad. Well tonight before my shift I went to a "Broadway on the Rocks" party at my friend EA's apartment which was a delight. I only rue that I could not stay longer.
But other than that... there's not much to say. I feel like lately I have been fairly good at providing some sort of themed blog; something that may be all over as is my style, but with some kind of focus. But not today. I'm just trying to stick to that once-a-week writing thing. And theres nothing that's really been haunting me or in need of expression lately. Sooo... I leave you now with the random assortment of thoughts that is listed above.
Cheers.
PS I still think this four foot stuffed penguin back here is alive. And for those of you who don't read this regularly as you should, I named him Rufus.
I apologize for my lack of presence the past week - the first week back from a really relaxing Spring Break is of course a difficult one. I have a paper due Monday that's only partially done, a showcase for 2 of my new plays tomorrow (and I have to be up at 9 after working till 4... ugh...), and will probably have to do ALL my homework on Sunday which will make me very sad.
Let's see.... what else can I tell you about? Honestly this week has not been all that interesting (unfortunately?) to the outside observer. For me it hasn't been all that bad - not the best week I've ever had by any means, but not necessarily bad. Well tonight before my shift I went to a "Broadway on the Rocks" party at my friend EA's apartment which was a delight. I only rue that I could not stay longer.
But other than that... there's not much to say. I feel like lately I have been fairly good at providing some sort of themed blog; something that may be all over as is my style, but with some kind of focus. But not today. I'm just trying to stick to that once-a-week writing thing. And theres nothing that's really been haunting me or in need of expression lately. Sooo... I leave you now with the random assortment of thoughts that is listed above.
Cheers.
PS I still think this four foot stuffed penguin back here is alive. And for those of you who don't read this regularly as you should, I named him Rufus.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Texting Revelation
I know that as a child of the 90's and as part of the generation that grew up with computers, TiVo, and cell phones smaller than a dollar bill, I probably should have figured this out long ago, but I always was a late bloomer. And there's probably that whole I-knew-it-subconsciously-but-never-actively-thought-about-it vibe in play as well, but whatever. My revelation : texting is a most exceptional medium of flirtation!
Really! Just think about it - you don't have to worry if you are sending off the right body-language signals that people are always talking about in magazines (I only read them sometimes! Stop judging me!), you don't have to have a come-back all set up - you can take a few minutes to think of clever responses, and you have a record of you conversation RIGHT THERE so hours later you can peruse the messages with your girlfriends and analyze the whole thing. Additionally you can flirt whenever is convenient for you! No waiting to run into him on campus or at a party. Or if you, like me, are on break and are thus separated from your attempted flirt-ee by about 250 odd miles (or more. Or less.), you don't have to let time and space stand in your way!
So seriously, how did you older generations get along without texting-flirting? I guess you could have called your intended flirt-ee. But in today's day and age, that can be taken as "forward." And calling people is scary - it implies all sorts of desires about dating, which can be a touchy subject when just getting to know a person. With texting there's time to test the waters - check how responsive they are - before you get up the guts to ask them on an actual date (insert scary music and crashing lightening in the background).
Granted there are draw-backs - lack of human contact means that you can't actually analyze the guy yourself - just like he can't analyze you. Emotions don't translate as well to texting (unless you have a wide emoticon vocab - which I don't because for some reason my phone refuses to text parenthesise and semi-colons - and even that isn't always flawless) and like I said, people can take time to get back to you - so you don't know if he's actually that witty or if he's getting coached by one of his more suave male friends (or perhaps knowledgeable best female friend, as the case often can be - or so I hear).
But despite the drawbacks, I think text flirting is an excessively useful tool. And yes, for those of your who don't know me (which thus far is none of you), the reason I am inspired to blog about the pros and cons of text-flirting is because someone did ask for my number recently and for once actually used it. AND he's not a creeper! I know - how often does that happen right??? I won't give you the details though so that way, if and when nothing works out, you'll forget that I wrote this post and not ask me "So what happened to..?" and thus not open up the poorly stitched together hole in my chest that is sure to be there after my heart has (once again) been torn brutally from my chest and stamped/squished into the cold pavement of rejection.
Ok, it won't be that bad. I just like be hyperbolic. And using big words.
Really! Just think about it - you don't have to worry if you are sending off the right body-language signals that people are always talking about in magazines (I only read them sometimes! Stop judging me!), you don't have to have a come-back all set up - you can take a few minutes to think of clever responses, and you have a record of you conversation RIGHT THERE so hours later you can peruse the messages with your girlfriends and analyze the whole thing. Additionally you can flirt whenever is convenient for you! No waiting to run into him on campus or at a party. Or if you, like me, are on break and are thus separated from your attempted flirt-ee by about 250 odd miles (or more. Or less.), you don't have to let time and space stand in your way!
So seriously, how did you older generations get along without texting-flirting? I guess you could have called your intended flirt-ee. But in today's day and age, that can be taken as "forward." And calling people is scary - it implies all sorts of desires about dating, which can be a touchy subject when just getting to know a person. With texting there's time to test the waters - check how responsive they are - before you get up the guts to ask them on an actual date (insert scary music and crashing lightening in the background).
Granted there are draw-backs - lack of human contact means that you can't actually analyze the guy yourself - just like he can't analyze you. Emotions don't translate as well to texting (unless you have a wide emoticon vocab - which I don't because for some reason my phone refuses to text parenthesise and semi-colons - and even that isn't always flawless) and like I said, people can take time to get back to you - so you don't know if he's actually that witty or if he's getting coached by one of his more suave male friends (or perhaps knowledgeable best female friend, as the case often can be - or so I hear).
But despite the drawbacks, I think text flirting is an excessively useful tool. And yes, for those of your who don't know me (which thus far is none of you), the reason I am inspired to blog about the pros and cons of text-flirting is because someone did ask for my number recently and for once actually used it. AND he's not a creeper! I know - how often does that happen right??? I won't give you the details though so that way, if and when nothing works out, you'll forget that I wrote this post and not ask me "So what happened to..?" and thus not open up the poorly stitched together hole in my chest that is sure to be there after my heart has (once again) been torn brutally from my chest and stamped/squished into the cold pavement of rejection.
Ok, it won't be that bad. I just like be hyperbolic. And using big words.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The Best Birth Control...
... is baby-sitting the youngest children in my extended family. Now I love my little cousin, but oy vey does she have lungs. Trying to put that girl down for a nap is like trying to give an angry baby tiger with a bullhorn a bath. While on fire. And trying to keep her interest in one toy for more than 5 minutes is like trying to get a schizophrenic to perform a Shakespearean monologue.
I hope that what you drudged up from these metaphors is that looking after 6 month olds for an extended period of time is HARD! And tiring. I was at that house for 6 hours and despite that fact that she took a nap I still didn't get the reading done that I had planned on (which I should probably be doing now actually....). Granted this little girl is FREAKING ADORABLE - the biggest little rolly-polly pudge that you ever did see. And she does occasionally make an adorable giggling sound and smile. But when she is not happy... Let's just say I am SO not read for motherhood.
I hope that what you drudged up from these metaphors is that looking after 6 month olds for an extended period of time is HARD! And tiring. I was at that house for 6 hours and despite that fact that she took a nap I still didn't get the reading done that I had planned on (which I should probably be doing now actually....). Granted this little girl is FREAKING ADORABLE - the biggest little rolly-polly pudge that you ever did see. And she does occasionally make an adorable giggling sound and smile. But when she is not happy... Let's just say I am SO not read for motherhood.
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