Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Trying to be inspired by Katia's ability to work on a paper while granddad-sitting. Especially when much smaller thing seem to defeat me--e.g. the existence of brownies in the house, the playing of pedal steel guitar downstairs, the fact that I don't want to write the paper.
The couch was very uncomfortable, and now I have a stiff neck. I can't possibly write a paper with a stiff neck. But I have a conference call in 2 hours.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I got another TA appointment, for the next level of quantitative analysis! Working for someone who may be the future mayor of Austin! Woah! Lucky me, except I'm a little freaked that I don't know anything about this class. It would be easier to TA for undergrads. But this appointment will certainly be simpler than my previous appointment.
Home is still lovely. Drank a bitter margarita as my brother and I shopped on Magazine. Failed utterly at Jeopardy. Made my whole family listen to my radio show. Lunched with my mom and her friend. Will go to work with my mom tomorrow (teaching at a school) and will hang out with K tomorrow night probably. But at some point, I need to write up a 20 page report during all this. Oops. Should have planned better. I guess I could be doing that right now, but I'd rather read Dead Until Dark.
This blog is a liability. No one should be able to find out how irresponsible I am.
Got home, crashed by 10, and, typically, woke up at 3. Terrible nightmare. But interesting. Can't decide if I should try to go back to sleep (after 2 truffles and an apple and a few TV shows) or just stay up till yoga in 6 hours.
There's this bizarre whirring noise in the neighborhood. I can't figure it out. Not that I'm going to go out and check.
Special thanks to Andy, Nora, my family, my insurance company and Katy for talking me through the sleepiest parts of the drive. And of course to Mika's music. God that album is just fantastic!
Xander is so thrilled to see me it brings tears to my eyes. I should never have left him.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
not only have I not finished my project, I have avoided it with dull diversions, such as True Blood and internets. ('internets' is so passe, but remains funny to me; no one understands the joke of the article-less "internet" when I say it). I sometimes would stare up at my bookshelf, with a dull thought in my head, like "what are those for? better keep surfing the internet. i'm sure there's something important on there NOW." i did reserve a bunch of books at the library to take home with me (and potentially leave in New Orleans for massive fines one day), mostly about road trips, but one about cars.
talked to both j and l on the phone, friends I hear from too rarely. Put together a cat tower with A. had 1 coffee and 3 donuts. and 1 apple. made a list of the people i will see in new orleans; found that their initials can spell "cracklin'" kind of.
one of my all time favorite pieces of music. can't stop listening to chopin today. also, can't stop pronouncing it "choppin'" in my head.still have not completed accursed proposal. i propose that i fail the class. is it worth $1500 to me to not finish this project? no... maybe.
Problems I have with the show True Blood: Anna Paquin's Louisiana accent. That their fangs are too close to the front--they look like bunnies. Some of the acting. The fact that Sam is so clearly hotter than Bill-the-bunny. But I am enjoying the books.
Music: Enjoying Shearwater more and more. Also finally got the M.I.A. album, and The Agnostic Mountain Gospel Choir, which I haven't listened to all the way, but which is fantastic at first blush anyway.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Now I just have to get my funding proposal for India together. But I have no desire to go back. No desire whatsoever! I just want to take a road trip and get some money by working, not by writing this crappy proposal and then blowing it all on 16 hour plane rides. Ugh.
Talking with my brother's former GF now. About surfing movies.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
My internet is patchy at best. Even the stolen wireless is crap. I can't tell if it's the service or my computer. I will blame TimeWarner for the time, and let that be my excuse for late payment.
I finally got back online, after rabidly trying to for about an hour. After I got on, I immediately began aimlessly surfing the internet, bored already, wondering why I'd wanted so badly to get online in the first place. I can check my email from my phone. And I can waste time by reading the Southern Vampire series. Yes, vampires and more vampires for me. Sexxy. I'm also making a mix for tomorrow's show that is of songs about snow. I'm missing all my different genres, though. I need five. I have one and a half. I'm not worried about the new music, or the Texas artists music. But the genre count is always my weak point.
It remains cold today. I finished an exam today. I went to a chiropractor and a therapist today. I printed out a map of the United States today highlighting places I would like to visit. The square states. The M-states (specifically, Montana and Minnesota). Hot springs in every state. That big red lump in the middle. What is there? What does "badlands" mean? What do people do for fun there? How many people can I fit in my car?
Me: I like asparagus!
Dad: I liked asparagus, too, when I was a little girl.
Dad: Yep, I ate asparagus all the time, and it turned me into a little boy.
Me: [eyeing asparagus warily] Really?
Dad: [mouth full of asparagus] Uh-huh!
Age 6/7 (Christmas morning)
Me: I made coffee for y'all last night! I made it extra strong like you like.
Mom: How did you make it strong?
Me: I put it through the filter twice.
Dad: How do you know that made it stronger?
Dad: How do you know that didn't filter some of the coffee-ness out of the coffee?
Me: [feelings of failure]
Me: Move out of the way. I'm going to throw up. I'm really nauseous.
Dad: No. You're nauseated. Nauseous is something that causes nausea.
Me: I'm so nauseous, please move out of the way!
Dad: You're nauseated. You've been known to be nauseous sometimes.
Me: [glare of death] I'm nauseated, and if you don't move I'm going to throw up on you.
Dad: There. Was that so hard?
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
now...omg omg omg omg! it's snowing!
Monday, December 08, 2008
I think I'm closing up shop here soon. No one updates their blogs, and no one but a handful of people read mine, so I'm not sure what the point of having a public blog is. I've started writing most stuff to myself, and (as you may have noticed) putting the internet detritis up here.
Tomorrow night is happy hour with the class I TA'd. I set up a SurveyMonkey survey to determined "Where will drinking happen?" In the emails back and forth, there were some running gags about a) one student being a stripper b) me being an alcoholic (because I said "You guys better come to happy hour becuase if I end up at C&A drinking alone....it'll be just like every other Tuesday, I guess."). I think the latter joke is most hilarious since I won't drink. Tonight I need to finish a lot of things, which I've been needing to finish for a while (I'm just going to keep blaming the Twilight books for all my problems as long as I deem necessary).
Meeting someone at the grocery store name "Caddy" made me hate Austin for some reason. But it may have been influenced by the fact that I could smell the oak in the air today, and it was a beautiful day, and I wanted to curl up in a ball on the stone bench outside because I missed New Orleans so much.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
- the soul of my brother is pure though he doesn't think so
for some reason, it's all my head will sing me at night, and i can barely get the sound out when i try to hum along. it's the saddest little song.
Friday, December 05, 2008
- Did you love this world? And did this world not love you?
It's that time of semester and year, when the ache of being so close to done distracts me from the fact that it's not actually done yet. there is so much that i could say, but i'm afraid of saying it like the twilight books, so i better not say anything at all.
i will just once again call attention to the squallor of my life: 5 coffee cups and a salad bowl on my nightstand.
- he's simple, he's dumb, he's the pilot; grandaddy
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
i could make this again another new yorker style abstract of my week. but again, all i can think of is "nothing." probably this class i'm in is not helping.
the needle in my neck thing went ok. it did hurt, and it was hard to talk with a numb neck. the lump is still there though, which is disappointing.
i waaaaant to sleeeeeeeep. i can't.
i might start eating fish again, to be more healthy. i didn't realize how reliant i'd become on it for protein, and there's only so much tofu i can take. it will make me stronger. it'll be better than cookie dough, at least, the main staple of my diet the last few months. but cookie dough's brand of guilt is a different kind of guilt than hook-in-mouth-of-suffocated-creature guilt.
well, i guess i'll get back to examining the guy in front of me's computer, where he is planning his next world of warcraft character. sad!