Well I’ll be damned if I didn’t spend a week trying to find a suitable blog skin, and then Blogger went through a redesign and offered this lovely layout, right before I sent them a mail bomb. I must have appeased the Internet gods by e-mailing Amber an unusual amount of times Friday. And hey, John Ashcroft, if you’re reading this, just kidding about the bomb. I might have faked an anthrax scare, though. So…
I tried to use a blog skin from Not That Ugly, which I admired from afar for several months, then forgot about until I saw Kristin’s blog, which is designed by them, and remembered how much I liked some of their designs. But alas, I couldn’t get this one template to work for me. I customized it to match my site’s crazy dark reds, but it kept repeating the title bar with each post. It…
Things are pissing me off right and left today. I’m avoiding working on my last two essays because I know that’s going to piss me off. There’s just all this change swirling in the air around me and it’s all getting really fucked up. Tracks aren’t meeting and trains will derail, I can feel it.
I have to post something about this weird bruise I have on my hand. It is positively heinous. Today, as I hurriedly opened my car door because I was running late, I somehow barely hit the back of my left hand on the corner of the door. It left a little red mark, but throughout the day, it has grown and spread into a blue pool of blood just directly under my skin. It’s disgusting…
As usual, I got all worked up over nothing. The last Lesbian Studies class, held in Smyrna at our prof’s house, was not a big deal. My presentation went well and I got a free doughnut out of the deal. I’m at the library, and I have a new monitor. It is seriously messing with my head. Everything seems so small and sparse, because there’s a larger viewing area than the old one. Plus, it’s…
Back from my overnighter in Birmingham. I’m both relieved and terrified to learn that I was in fact correct in my assertion that the city planners were on crack when laying out the streets of that city. My mother, who grew up in metro Nashville and can find her way around city thoroughfares, was as confused as I was trying to figure out why random streets can just end and then randomly pick up 10…
Just when I thought I was OK and at peace with this monumental and mature decision of mine to move on, I am spaz-chopped by my own emotions. Today at the last Sidelines meeting of the semester, everything was immersed in that bleary-eyed, end-of-the-semester type of jubilant relief as we awarded the staffers and editors of the semester. But then Jason spoke up to extend his thanks and best wishes to those who would be…
I suck at time management and the art of getting things done. I half-assed the viewing journal, didn’t touch the lesbian journal, considered starting the lesbian film re-write but didn’t do it, didn’t even think about the final two Kubrick essays. About the only thing I got done was some preliminary research for the lesbian project, and I really need to get crackin’ to finish that before I leave for Birmingham tomorrow. It’s just that…
Lots to do this weekend. + Kubrick viewing journal (i.e. a one-page review of every Kubrick film) + Lesbian Studies journal + Lesbian Studies film paper rewrite + Lesbian Studies research paper/project + Kubrick final two essays My mom and I are going to Birmingham Tuesday night through Wednesday evening to try and finalize housing plans. I still don’t want to commit to this one place, but it may be the cheapest furnished option. I…
OK, I’ve had an hour or two to settle. I get really, really frustrated with people who fall short of my expectations. And people who smell weird. And people who are so self-centered that they can’t actually have a conversation with you; they just wait for their turn to talk about themselves and their stupid boyfriends. And people who giggle in class while others are talking. And people who hear Pauline Kael’s unflattering review of…
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