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I'm back! Mostly.

I mean, I'm taking 17 hours this semester, so I doubt what I'll be back to posting completely regularly. But I'm going to try, I swear!

I even have things to post about. Or at least I will, when I finish getting my thoughts together on Mastiff.

Concentrated Memetic Win

Spencer Is Ok!

It was just a stomach bug. We've all been a bit sick recently, probably from jiejie, her fiance and their dog, Hanners, coming to visit from Iowa and bringing corn germs with them.

Anyways, Spence is feeling much better. He spent sunday napping by the couch with me, vomiting and generally feeling miserable. But by this morning, he was feeling up to barking at the sudden thunderstorm and demanding cookies from dad and I. He and I even played a bit this afternoon.

Hopefully This Is Nothing

Our old dog, Spencer, is sick. He's been vomiting and having diarrhea for the past few hours. Normally, I wouldn't be too worried about this, but Spence is almost thirteen years old, and I know for a fact that he hasn't gotten into anything that could make him sick.

But I don't think there's anything I can do right now. In the morning, I'll make him some rice and get dad to take him to the vet.

End-of-Year Productivity

Holy crap, I actually got some painting done this week! And it's only been four and a half months since my last burst of work ethic on this project.

Who knows? I might even get brave enough to post the work here, eventually. After my partner in crime/sounding board/editor looks at them, of course.

Oh, Damn It All

Oh, fuck, I'm itchy, Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Stupid butalbitol. Why must I be allergic to you?

Because I'm allergic to codeine, which ima and I should have known was an opiate. Fuck poppy allergies. And fuck poppies, and their stupid seeds.

I can't decide whether I hate the migraine or itchiness more. It's a surprisingly close call. But at least I don't have to deal with them both at once. I really don't think I could handle that. As it is I'm just loopy enough not to be able to think or move right, which is very annoying. I can't tell you how frustrated I am, just trying to type.

But I'm too itchy to sleep, and the benadryl hasn't kicked in yet. So, here I am, pathetically typing and itching while I wait for the antihistamine's magic to work.

Fuck.

Happy Hanuka!

Or, as my family is calling it this year, happy pyro-week! Seriously, even my cat has gotten in on it by lighting the gas fire.

If anyone wants anything this year, like a drawing, or even a hat or scarf, just ask. Seriously, I'm making a run to the yarn store this weekend with my sister, and I feel like making things and giving.

Hello, Free Time!

I'm back! And I survived! I'm not sure how battered my GPA will be by my flirtation with illness in October/November, but that's not terribly unusual for me. I always get sick then and in February, so next semester I'll just plan for it better. But at least I know my finals didn't hurt any of my grades, as I miraculously nailed all of them but chem (which I was expecting to only pass with a C, as I'm not quite up to par in math yet).

I even managed to figure out how to prove and play with trig identities literally half an hour before the final. I'm not happy with how long it took me to get that you could mess with sin and cos the way you would a polynomial, but there's no use beating myself up over it. I just plan on never relying on my brain coming up with eleventh hour superpowers again.

Anyways, I'm back, though I do plan on sleeping for a week or so before I start getting ready for next semester.

Alright? Alright. Alright!

Despite what my erratic posting my suggest, I actually am alive! I've just been incredibly busy with finals. But that will be over tomorrow, so I can get back to posting regularly again.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Yep, my dad shares a birthday with Strom Thurmond and Walt Disney.

Too bad it also always falls on finals week. Every. Single. Year.

Happy Thanksgiving

And merry holiday-ing to all.

Personally, I'm just glad I did my bookstore run yesterday, so I can happily remain at home this weekend. Mastiff and Good Omens reread ftw!
...but two hours before a week's worth of homework is due is up there among the worse times.

Fml.

An Invitation to a Defanging

I've had this running on my plurk for a while now, so I think it's time to bring it here for a more permanent, update-able format.

The List of Things that Are Invited to Bite Me:
  • The douche in the cougar costume who insists on being a fire hazard. Unless he surrenders his golf cart to me. Then we're cool.
  • Piecewise functions
  • My stupid Californian English professor
  • Gege's overinflated ego
  • Anyone who uses library computers to watch youtube videos when there's a long line of people waiting to email/print their homework
  • Lib. arts majors who only show up to precalc to giggle into their poetry homework
  • Anyone who has conversations in the middle of lectures
  • The brat with the Ed.D who thinks that entitles her to respect. You're a glorified social worker, sweetie.
  • The people in the psych services office who think that my being ADHD is a good reason to treat me like a basket case
  • The patronizing capitalization of DisABILITIES at the CSD office
  • The school's retarded abbreviation of "cougars" to "coogs." Though I will tolerate it for the Coogs for Boobs breast cancer awareness drive.
The List of Things that Are Invited to Go Fuck Themselves:
  • Mosquitoes
  • Sinus infections
  • Frat guys

Wtf, Body?

I'm starting the third straight day of being unbelievably nauseous, and it sucks.

But there's really no reason for me to be nauseated right now. On wednesday, it made sense because I hadn't slept that night. But yesterday and today, I slept well. But then, I've also been really dizzy and unbalanced, so it might be an inner ear thing.

I'm getting to the point where I'm ready to throw up and be done with it, except I don't have anything in my stomach to throw up.
Search of the Day

My personal favorites would have to be "erotic love with Jesus" and "how come a cupcake is not a mineral?"

Seriously, I dare the world to beat/answer that.

A Certifiable Celebration

Lifted from redbrunja:

Comment to this entry and I’ll give you a letter. List five things, people, places, beings, thoughts, feelings, that you love that begin, with that letter and then post that list on your journal.

Redbrunja gave me 'C.'

Chocolate lava cupcakes, with strawberry syrup. I need to make some this week.

Cats, particularly my own monster. Abby-mao keeps me sane, in her own weird way.

Curling up on the couch with a book or a blanket. Or a puppy. Or even with just a heating pad and some tea.

I never thought I'd say this, but the cold weather was incredibly awesome while it lasted around here. Not only did it make the dogs and cat that much snugglier, but it also gave us a reprieve from the goddamn mosquitoes.

C4, for reasons that should be obvious by now.

I Hate Getting Sick

But, sick I am. And right before the start of my next round of midterms. *flails*
In my freshman writing class, we've been reading and analyzing Michael Pollan's article on climate change and gardening, "Why Bother?" And from the beginning, I've hated it. Actually, the whole class has hated it. We agreed with it, for the most part, but no one actually liked it. We mostly disliked it for purely literary issues- like that it has no organization or structure- but that didn't quite explain the depth of our dislike and I couldn't figure the rest of it out. Until a few minutes ago, when I was working on the final draft of my essay on it.

I finally figured out that I have such contempt for Pollan and his stupid article because of the drought and the consequent lack of growing things in my area.

See, this drought has been horrible. For the first time in my memory, the state has had actual wildfires. Hell, a park not ten miles from my house went up in flames a few weeks ago. The last part of the drive to Austin for ACL was an incredible shock, since we had to drive through what I had always known to be woods but is now just ash and soot. To make matters worse, most areas have resorted to water rationing, which is completely unheard of for summer/fall months. At this point, half the state doesn't have lawns, gardens or crops to speak of.

And with all of this happening, we have to read some self-righteous jerk tell us how we should all have gardens because it's the right thing to do.

I could laugh at the absurdity of this. Not that it isn't true, but because no one actually can do a damn thing about it around here. Most of us would if we could, too. No one in my class, even our token conservatives, had any argument about global warming after this summer. But, really, our state spent weeks on fire, and our stupid Californian professor gives us an article that tells us to plant a garden. Wtf, world?
I'm so, very tired right now. I really cannot handle all nighters. But, on the plus side, I managed 90% on my first chem midterm. And my quiz and homework grades in precalc are finally hovering in the high 80% range. To make things better, I'm even slightly ahead in my English homework.

Too bad I had to reschedule the next part of my LD/ADHD evaluation to manage it.

So, yeah, my dreams of registering with Disabilities and getting the necessary accommodations are pushed back another week while I frantically work to keep from falling into a deep pit of overdue assignments and despair.

I am so very tired right now.

ACL Was Awesome

Except for the end, when my gege was being an ass, but I don't want to talk about that right now. Instead, I want to talk about the bands at band camp this year.

One of my favorite acts this year was Cee Lo. Not only was this guy hilariously awesome as part of Gnarls Barkley a few years ago, he turns out to be all-around awesome with his new band. And I do mean with the band, as his accompaniment is a group of very beautiful and talented women. Interestingly, Cee Lo, an overweight man, plays a lot with sexualization, but not really with the women in the band. No, he prefers to objectify himself, even going so far as to cover "Don't Cha" while replacing "girlfriend" with "boyfriend." And really, who doesn't wish their boyfriend was hot like him?

Another favorite was Iron & Wine. But that's hardly surprising- they live in Austin, so they almost always play the festival and I'm half-convinced that Sam Beam's beard is magical.

But really, the show was stolen almost as soon as it began by Mavis Staples. I knew her show would be fun, but I was blown away by how much fun it really was. I cannot emphasize enough how genuinely incredible and incredibly genuine this woman is. She not only did songs from You Are Not Alone, but also songs that her father wrote in the sixties for marches and rallies with Dr King. More than that, she was just so infectiously enthusiastic that it was impossible not to enjoy her show.

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