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…
Phil saw a dollop of syrup on the coffee table today and thought (hoped) it was ectoplasm. I just have one more week of Lesbian Studies to endure. We’re having our final class meeting at our professor’s house in Smyrna. Because Women’s Studies classes are just potluck pity parties and group therapy. Because our vaginas make us form instant, comfortable connections that transcend the classroom and make it OK to have our fucking final out…
I’m officially done with design class. I presented my major project today, which is one burden to check off the list. I still have to go Wednesday to see the remainder of the class’s presentations, but I have no more design work to do at MTSU. That’s a little heart-wrenching. I wish I could say the same for my other classes, but I’m completely behind. Dr. Lavery will be expecting a paper tomorrow, so I…
Today I am + Wearing jeans with a rip in the knee. Ah, the battlescars earned from chasing ferrets in the park and tripping over cheap flip-flops. + Procrastinating and not writing my Kubrick paper on Eyes Wide Shut. + More pale than I’ve ever been before. + Thinking of dyeing my hair black so the pale skin looks intentional. + Updating SWISH‘s Web site because it looks like ass. + Not surprised that Kevin…
I got the call, so I have an apartment. I just have to go pick out the one I want.
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