rah rah sis boom bah

has anyone ever been to a workshop, training session, etc. where they
didn't write stuff on those big post-it notes and then stick them all over
the wall? sometimes each person gets his or her own giant piece of paper
that they have to write stuff on. why do they always use those, even
when a blackboard is obviously available? anyone else know what i'm
talking about, or am I crazy? it just took me like ten minutes to explain
this to mike and i couldn't even find a picture of the big paper.

when you get in a fight, the next day they bring you home some flowers or
candy or a card or something.

my boyfriend brings me old church stationery he found in a dumpster. and
for some reason i was okay with that.

pretty much the only picture where i don't look like a complete idiot.

this is my week:

okay settle in boys and girls.

my advizor told me she would like to have my dissertatchun propzzle by friday. then, as you may have gathered she was all like no my plane leaves on thursday so give it to me by wednesday night.

so basically i frantically wrote (i mean put the finishing touches on my already nearly-done propzzle) the entire thing in three days. yeah i could have worked on it over the weekend but i didn't , okay? get off my back, sheez.

then i finished it at 10 :30 pm wednesday night, and was met right outside my bedroom door with melissa, holding my coat and saying cmon girl we're going out. I didn't really have a choice.

anyway so i did that, stayed out kind of late, then thursday happened.

got up at 7:30 to go to class at nine, had not one second of free time all day (including an HOUR of reading emails i had missed in the past three days when i was writing the propzzle), ran 5 subjects in this experiment that makes my thighs hurt (yes, really), and then went to a talk that lasted, i shit you not, TWO HOURS. now by this time i was pretty exhausted, having not slept for several days.

anyway then i got home at 5:45, shoved a slice of pizza and some salad down my gullet, and we had to go to our show. of course, thursday was 0 degrees. ZERO. degrees. yes. really. so we're moving all of our equipment in the perma-snow that inhabits all of chicago during january and february. i couldn't feel my: face, hands, legs, feet, pretty much anything other than my torso was totally frozen. then we played the show, it was pretty sweet, i think you can see some pictures someone took here. note that in each picture i look like a lunatic.

anyway...then we played, moved all of our gear across the frozen tundra to our practice space, came home, etc. basically i got home at 3 am or so.

this is what the temperature was in my apartment when we got home:




CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?

anyway saturday i slept until 3pm, watched akeelah and the bee (made me cry three times, i know i'm cheezy), ate some ethiopian food (awesome--i love when utensils are edible too), and went to a "jam session" where this guy knew every single tv theme song ever on the guitar. including silver spoons. and even the bridge for diffrent strokes (everybody's got a special kind of story...everybody finds a way to shiiiiiiine). now i'm about to ride my bike to my favorite cafeteria and maybe go to like the record store or something.

altogether one of the best weeks of my life. i wish you were here!

oh you want the propzzle today instead? sure, no problem, it's in my car, i'll just go out and get it. *car starts and drives away*

go outside!

it's dishes. i keep it on my desk.  they're all dirty. it's so beautiful.

next time i think to myself, gee, i don't just want a delicious croissant, i also want to learn how i can become a jehovah's witness, I will let you know. *I* will let *you* know. until then, i'm averting my gaze for a reason.

had to warm your clothes on the radiator before you put them on to avoid freezing to death while you hurriedly write some kind of paper that's really annoying and stressful, don't even ever talk to me ever again.brrrr

what if someone called themselves "the undertaker" but instead of being a wrestler, a scary foe, or an actual undertaker, they were just someone who did a lot of projects?

i can do it. i actually don't really have a choice! typie typie.

it is cold outside. really effing cold. don't go out there. just don't.

"daily constitional"
"consummate professional"
"our nation's penal system"

more to come as i think about them throughout the day.

i'm used to people thinking i'm going to be asian, but today at least 2 of
my students thought i would be MALE. (and, i'm assuming, asian)

today i am having potato chips and peanut m&ms for lunch. SUCKERS!

where you're all like, people, i seriously do not even know what you want
from me. i've been told to do something on a project that does not even
make sense to me. it did yesterday, presumably, since i nodded my hot
little head and said i would do it. but now? now, no.

it's like look through all of these things and put them in these two
categories but actually there might be three categories; i'm sure once
you get into the thick of it, it should become unnecessarily confusing. we
can't tell you what the categories really are or define them in any
useful way but one is more like kinda like this and the other is more
like kinda like that. i'm not sure if you actually even need to do this
or what it will tell you but i want you to do that. should take you about
six hours and i'll never ask you again about it. but right now it is very
very very important. very. look me in the eyes and promise you will spend
all of thursday doing this very important, nearly impossible thing. it
would probably help to waste about 10 minutes bitching about it on your
blog and then going to get an early lunch too.

scroll down for the link. this time she's lincoln. it's not too good though....

so i got this new facewash at target a couple of months ago, went out of town, and then came back here a couple weeks later and promptly forgot that it was a facewash. it looks like a lotion! so i've been putting this facewash onto my face as a lotion every morning for a week. today i finally read it and was like oh duh and rinsed my face after putting it on. my skin hasn't felt this good in a while, all soft and nice and not with dried up facewash on it...wow i'm dumb sometimes.

pro:  my bank account is not overdrafted

man did you watch his victory speech?  i cried, like a little baby.  don't believe me?  watch it.  might help if you're having pms too.

new hobby that will no doubt be short lived:
snickers's head on the bodies of historical figures.

once mike got a haircut. once. a long time ago. like 4 or 5 years ago. around that time, i needed some new tires for my car so we went to sears tire center to get them. mike paid so he had to show his drivers' license (which had long hair on it). the guy at the counter said to me, "i bet you didn't know you married a hippie, huh?"

the other day we were at a friend's house eating and i noticed he had something called a "new and improved no-mess cap" on his ketchup bottle. i remarked that that's not really anything to write home about and then we started talking about how messy ketchup caps are really a pain and you get those little crusties on the cap and sometimes they get in your food and they're chewy and why did it take the ketchup company so long to invent this amazing crustless cap thing anyway and how hard could it possibly be to figure out to start with.

i am ready for this new year. i showed how ready i was by sleeping until 2pm.  mike is still asleep at 3, but in his defense he does have a cold and he got up early to go to work; only, after riding his bike in some pretty deep snow to get there, he discovered they are not open today.  poor cold-y mike. anyway i hope 2008 finds you well and that you slept real late too.