End of the Month

March is going out like a Lamb. As always.

I'm at work today. I ordered supplies and worked on my spreadsheet. I have to write a paper this afternoon, so I guess it's good I have work to distract me from worrying about it.
I haven't posted recently since I've been busy with school. Since my last post, I've written five papers, gone to countless meetings, and worked my tail off with everything else that I do. I went to a job fair and posted my resumes online. Hopefully I can find a job soon, I graduate in less than six weeks.

Easter was this weekend. I spent the morning at Aaron's house and then we drove out to my parents to pick up some photo stuff. I ended up bringing back a slew of old lenses and my parents old Polaroid camera. Should make for some fun picture-taking. I've recently bought four (yes, don't ask why that many) old 8mm camera's off of Ebay. I've got an old Kodak Brownie, 2 Bell & Howells, and an old Bauer camera on their way. I think filming (and processing, I guess) will be fun, and it'll be neat to learn something new.

We figured out what was wrong with the Pentax. The light meter was messed up, so we've tried taking it every where to get repaired. We even sent it back to Pentax. Well, the light meter's fine. It was the lens. Why they couldn't tell us this before we spent all the money trying to fix it, I don't know. I've got to go out this week and buy a new/used 50mm lens for it. And then I can take pictures again.

Cool Stuff

Portrait Illustration Maker is a site with which you can make your own cartoon self. It's really neat. This is mine. You can pick out your nose and hair, mouth and clothing--it's really cool. Plus it's fun if you have any time to waste. And if you get really bored you can make them for other people,"Here you go, I got bored and used my artistic skills of clicking links with my mouse to make your portrait!"


I'm surviving my spring break. Wake up early just to go to bed late. I hung out with Mallory and Jason for a bit last night. Jason made his portrait. Afterwards, Aaron and I went to TGI Friday's for dinner. I had a hamburger. MMMmmm Hamburger.

So, now it's Wednesday. I'm at work at the JCL. BR's driving up to do some homework so I'll see him today, too. That's about it in my exciting life!

Great Weekend

Wow, what a great weekend. I know, it's Tuesday, but my weekend lasted until last night. Friday was Bridget's birthday party and it was a lot of fun. I'm just going to use my mad English skills and say that the party was fun. John and Shane were great for hosting! after the Party, Bennett, Kari, and I came back to my apartment and met up with Aaron. Aaron and I went to get some food at IHOP and Kari and Ben just hung out in the apartment.

IHOP was fine, except I was a little hungry and our waiter forgot about us. Aaron thinks he was high. I think he just didn't care. It was three in the morning.

Saturday I went to Aaron's for lunch. We had Vietnamese carry-out and watched movies. We had a Wes Anderson fest. I had never seen Rushmore and Aaron's mom had never seen The Royal Tenenbaums. Since we had just gone out to buy both movies, why not go ahead and watch them? Wes Anderson is a great director. His characters are defined and interesting, but exhibit some sense of normalcy. Like, yeah, I'm weird, but I'm normal because I have I guess, normal human flaws--perfection (or lack thereof), depression, etc.

Sunday I decided to go home. I had Monday off, so why not. I packed up all my dirty laundry, which I guess was pointless since laundry here is free this year, but we just got a new washer and dryer at home, so why not? They're pretty. Our old set was 25 years old, I think? Older than me. Spent Sunday doing laundry and watching movies with my brothers. James and Danny are still in high school, and still at home. Phil's break was a couple weeks ago, so he's back at CNU. Sucks that his break was so early. He came home for Spring Break and got snowed in.

Monday I woke up early. I sleep on the couch when I'm home, so I wake up when everyone else does. Dad went to work around ten and I decided that I should get my truck inspected. I went to Cecil's and they had a wait till after lunch, and so then I tried Warrenton Foreign Auto and I think they were closed. So, yeah, truck's still not inspected more or less.

Mom and I went out for lunch and before I left I tried to fill Heather's tires. I have had her bike since this summer and I was going to return it, so I thought I would fill the tires. We have a small air compressor and filled the tires to 40 PSI. The tire said 40-65 PSI for the bike, so we did. I rode it down the driveway and back and it rode fine. I put it in the back of my truck, closed it up, and then BAM! We heard something that sounded like a gunshot. Mom and I looked at eachother with an "Oh, shit!" expression. Apparently we blew the rim. We checked the airpressure with our tire gauge before we put the bike away, it was within the range on the tire...but apparently, it blew up. The inner tube was popped, of course, and the cheap aluminum rim was split--that's what made the loud snap! I called Heather, and she said not to worry about it, since it was a cheap bike from Target. I still kinda feel bad since I ruined her bike (even though she got it on sale for fifty bucks, but still...), and my mom insists on reimbursing her. I've never laughed more.

I came back to school and settled down a bit. Aaron and I worked on his portfolio. We mounted his photos and then put them all together. When I got back to my apartment later last night, I kept hearing something rustle under my bed. I didn't know what it was, and I didn't really want to find out. I called FJ and he came over, and the both of us basically did my Spring cleaning trying to find whatever it was making the noise. We swore it was coming from inside the room. We took a walk to double check outside, and yeah, there was a raccoon right outside my window making all the noise. Serves us right. But at least now the room's clean.

Here's FJ (Jason) among the piles of my stuff.



I went to bed late and of course woke up late for work, but I'm here now and it's all good.

Have a great Tuesday.

Snooze Button

As always, this morning started like anyother. Kate can't get out of bed. Since I don't have heat in my room, the space heater was on and I was all snuggled under my comforter, I was so comfortable. I kept pushing my alarm back. Don't know why, I went to bed semi-on time.

I woke up, and here I am at work. I almost wish I could go back to bed. Sleeping makes you forget stuff--but you dream of everything. I've been dreaming a lot lately, or at least dreaming so that I remember it. I usually don't unless I'm stressed out or excited. So that's that.

Tonight should be fun. Bennett, Kari, and I are going to a party at our friend John's house. It's Bridget's birthday, so, Happy Birthday Bridget!

Guess it was a normal day

Today I had a meeting with my Writing Fellowship professor. We talked about what I had to do by tomorrow pretty much. I still have to write up that rubric--and the expectaions of the paper. I know what's going on and what I'm supposed to do for my work, I just feel a little awkward about doing everything without any real help. Anyway.

I left that class early and came back to the apartment. I was feeling kinda sick, so I went back to bed until my film class. We talked about Vertigo. It's a great film. Hopefully I did well on the quiz. I have to write a paper on it due after Spring Break. After film, BR, Mallory, Davida, and I all went to Have A Bite for lunch. Their gyros are pretty good, and after this week, I think I deserved a good lunch.

After lunch, Mallory and I went to Target (I had to buy shoelaces) and then back to campus. Mal had desk, so I was going to go out and get a haircut. On my way to the parking lot I saw Dan and Catherine and we all went to our new Wegman's instead. I bought myself some bright pink/salmon Gerbera daisies, I thought they would cheer me up. I checked out because I thought Dan and Catherine were going to, but they didn't. I sat on a bench waiting for them for a few minutes. It was OK, until Richard Ashcroft's "Song for the Lovers" came on over the grocery loudspeaker. I almost died.

Catherine and Dan dropped me and my flowers off at Chili's. I met Jason and Fernando for drinks at Happy Hour. Saw the 5-303 boys and some other kids from campus there. Went back to campus again. After Mal's desk shift, we both went out and got our haircut. I guess my hair's back to normal--short.

Sat my desk shift watching Stealing Beauty with Mal and Jason till I got off at 12. I guess it's time for bed. My flowers look nice in their vase.

Today is March 9, 2005

I thought I'd be clever with the title. I'm at work again, it's not even 9 in the morning and I've finished all my assigned tasks. I guess I just have to wait for something to do. I think I got too stressed out yesterday. I have to do a lot of work for my Writing Fellowship between now and tomorrow morning. Thankfully, I got most of it done last night.

I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do over break. I have to work my library job next week, Wednesday-Friday, but besides that I'm totally off from school and work. I don't even have to work my RA job! That's two whole days with nothing to do! I'm up for suggestions if anyone has them.

I kinda got into this funk the other week, that I wanted to go back to London, and for some reason it's back. Not to really do much, I just want to walk around the city, maybe go to the Tate. I love the Tate gallery. I haven't been to Tate modern yet (it's really cool, they took an old powerplant and refurbished it for the museum, I read a whole book on it), but I loved the Tate. It's right on the Thames past the Parliament. That, and a walk through St. James park would make me really happy right now.

My Monday

Am I coming through? Am I coming through? Is it sweet and pure and true?

Today was surprisingly ok. I had to drive home today after work. I left my wallet there after Saturday and Sunday. I drove all the way here and all the way home without my driver's license. Glad I didn't get into a wreck, or get pulled over.

I invited my brother Danny to come spend a weekend here with me. He's your typical fifteen-year old: Mohawk, punk gear, doesn't really care what the parents say as long as he doesn't get grounded. He wants to be an airport fireman when he grows up. I thought it would be good for Dan to get him out of my parents house for a couple days, take him into the city and all that. I think he would enjoy the National Gallery of Art.

I got back to school around 6 after buying a couple CDs from the store. The new Doves album is out. Definitely look into it if you can.

As for now, it's time for bed.

Being Blatantly Sentimental

So, what is it in this life that makes us do the things we do?

On one hand, I find myself to be pretty normal and laid back. I have my ducks in a line, I guess, when it comes to taking opportunities when they arise. I mean, look at me. I've got four jobs. I'm an administrator at the library, a resident advisor, a writing fellow, I work the circulation job when I'm needed, and I'm an editor of our school's independent paper. Sure, all these things look great on a resume, but what have they got to do with me?

Where am I going to be in another year? Scratch that, in another two and a half months? I know I'll be out of school, I'll have a car, but besides that.

Maybe I just want someone to talk to. It's weird.

Hump Day

Yesterday we had school after all. Which means that I taught yesterday. I'm never going to do that again! It was horrible. I'm a writing fellow, not a TA-- I help students write, not analyze or explain their readings! I started off the class with a discussion on how writing processes differ by offering mine as an example, that went fine. Then we started talking about the assignment--their draft is do tomorrow-- that none of them understood. Which was fine as well. Then I started my basic presentation on how to follow a thesis through their entire paper-- 2 girls walked out. And that was after the students asked what my purpose in the class was and why they had to give me drafts. I was told that after two years of college, students should know how to write and that I'm obsolete. Well, tell me, then is the University Writing Center always so packed? Ugh. It pissed me off. I'm never going to be a professor.

Anyway, that was my rant for today. The rest of Tuesday went fine. I handed in my film paper; I ended up writing on Deep Cover. It's a horrible movie, I didn't like it at all. I didn't go to my biology class again, but that's ok, we had a snow day so we're running behind. In my bio lab though, we dissected a sheep's heart. It was cool, but we didn't do much with it. I think it was kind of a waste of a sheep's heart--we only cut it in half and pointed at the ventricles and atria and valves. If you'd like to buy some sheep hearts, click here.

Went to the Expulsion meeting Tuesday night. It's been a while since I had gone because the meetings are normally on Mondays. I'm writing three articles this week, wish me luck!

Today is just a normal Wednesday. Got to work at 8:30, going to my film class at 1:30, night class at 7:30. We're watching Minority Report this afternoon, should be fun.