For Esme - With Love And Squalor
I am just finishing J.D. Salinger's "Nine Stories," the last book on the pile labeled 'to read.' I need to go hunting for some new books, who has a reccomendation for me?
Sheena is a Punk Rocker
You kids missed a great midnight movie last night. It was so much fun!! It seriously had it all, exploding mice, The Ramones, a jock who couldn't get laid, giant mice that went to concerts and smoked a peace pipe with the corrupted high school music teacher, revenge on lunch ladies, lusty stoned fantasies, school explosions, a sing along with Teenage Lobotomy, it was awesome! So campy! I had a grin from ear to ear the whole time. And look whats coming up for midnight movies!
Turn it up to 11! Rob Reiner's This Is Spinal Tap • Dec 4
Vintage 3-D porn! Lollipop Girls in Hard Candy • Dec 11
Eco-anime! Hayao Miyazaki's Princess Mononoke • Dec 18
Happy Holidays! No midnight show tonight! • Dec 25
Bill Murray in Wes Anderson's Rushmore • Jan 1
Johnny Depp in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas • Jan 8
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl • Jan 15
Keanu Reeves in the one and only original! The Matrix • Jan 22
New 35mm Print! Harrison Ford in Raiders of the Lost Ark • Jan 29
Stanley Kubrick & Stephen King's thriller The Shining • Feb 5
With the exception of The Shining, I'd say there is a good chance of me going to just about all of these.
And on a final note, The Ramones. Love their music, despise their hair.
Whats The Frequency Kenneth?
So, I got a lot of shit for wanting to go to this show, but fuck y'all! I like R.E.M. and your peer pressure isn't gonna change that. True their new stuff is a little.....yeah.
"The man to O-Ren's right wearing the kato mask is..." Micheal Stipe! That's right kids, he dressed as a member of O-Ren Ishii's gang from Kill Bill, bitchin! He also danced his skinny little ass off, that is inbetween taking hits off an oxygen tank. Damn our thin colorado air. I like skinny little singers who can dance, like Beck! It makes things so entertaining. It was some good times.
Now I am quickly going to eat something before heading down to see Rock 'n Roll High School for the midnight movie. Hopefully someone will answer their phone, otherwise, I will bond with some random stranger. Either way it looks like a good time.
Waking Life
For some reason, I don't dream very much. I will go for months without dreaming and then in one week dream non stop. That has been this week. The thing is, most of my dreams have involved my friends. These are always interessting because they tend to fall into one of two catergories. They are either a) super realistic, to the point that I can't figure out if it actually happened or b) dream like where they don't need to make sense. Out of the two I prefer the second. It can be embarassing to talk to someone and have to ask them if a conversation really occured.
This week Miss Kiyomi appeared in a dream. We got into a fight of sorts. Not the typical Kiyomi were she beats you with a book and calls you a loser. None of that. This was more of a Rachel anger. She got really frustrated and wanted to drop the subject. The subject you ask? She doesn't eat pita bread.
Me "how can you not eat pita?"
Kiyomi "I just don't, ok?"
M: "seriously though, you're a vegetarian, how can you not eat pita?" (lame arguement, but it's a dream what are ya gonna do)
K: "I just. don't. eat. IT!! OKAY?! Just drop it!"
Then one of my other dreams involved a friend I hadn't seen in awhile. He came to see me at work (man, dream bookstore is WAY cooler than actual bookstore). He had over come some issues and now owned a demolition company. So unfitting. Also he had flock of seagulls hair (sudder), had become a close talker always kinda leaning on you like he was drunk and started conversing with some philosopher in the store in Italian. The part that got me was, why was the secret service there?
Today's The Macy's Day Parade
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Hope you all have a good one and eat lots. I know I will.
Man I love thanksgiving.
Ah Come On!
It's starting to snow. I still have no heat. Who wants to let me crash at their place tonight?
The Saga Continues
An exchange between the head of the foreign language department and myself.
Dear Ms. Bollard,
I am just finishing my first semester in a foreign language class here on the Auraria campus and would like to express some concerns about the German department here at UCD.
I came to the German department not because of requirements for a major, as many of my class mates did, but because I want to learn German. I want to be able to converse without stopping every few minutes to think of a word, process what someone is saying to me or asking them to repeat themselves. Now, when we are almost at the end of the semester, I can truthfully say that I am no closer to accomplishing this goal than I was at the beginning of the semester. If anything, I am farther.
At the beginning of the semester I was accustom to hearing German spoken. I had just returned from a year in Austria and all my past German teachers spoke English only as a last resort. I remembered my high school Spanish teachers warning us about college language professors; how they only spoke in the target language, we would be forced to converse in that language, and if we didn’t work we would have no hope of passing. After all this, my intermediate German class seems like a joke. You can imagine my surprise when my professor not only conducted the class almost exclusively in English, but I wasn’t asked to say anything in German until the tenth week of school. We are given lots of work sheets to help with our grammar, but they all include the answers either right next to the question or at the bottom of the page and are never collected.
At first I thought maybe my high school teachers were wrong. Maybe this is the way college classes are taught, or maybe they were just trying to scare us into doing some actual work. I set up a meeting with my advisor to discuss dropping the class after the drop deadline. When she asked why I wanted to drop the class, I explained that all we did was learn grammar, large portions of it English grammar. She looked puzzled. I explained that we often spent entire class periods learning English grammar in English. I went on to tell her that at the beginning of October, I was yet to say anything in German for the class. She looked shocked. But there wasn’t much she could do. She handed me a withdrawal form, told me that this late in the semester, it would be better just to stick it out and tried to cheer me up by saying there was always next semester.
Looking through the course catalog, next semester doesn’t look very promising either. Most of the classes resemble the one I am in.
On an average day my professor speaks in English for about 95% of the class. That means the only time he speaks German is to read a few sentences and to tell us to have a nice day. I see no reason for that. How are students expected to learn a language if they never hear or speak it?
The University of Hawaii recently did a study on learning a second language through what they refer to as a modern immersion technique.
“Learning a language takes times and the more time students are exposed to comprehensible input in the language they are learning the better they will do. Modern immersion approaches to teaching second languages maximize the time students get to practice the language they are learning without being slowed down by having to translate what they hear and speak. The central characteristic of immersion is the teaching of language, content, and culture in combination without the use of the students' first language. Students are taught a second language they initially don't understand through the use of a variety of context clues provided by the teacher, including gestures, visual aides, and objects.”
Through this method grammar, vocabulary, pronunciation, and comprehension are all taught through practical use. When children first learn their native language they do not learn it through a professor drawing out grammatical formulas in a language other then the one they are learning. They learn by hearing, reading, writing and speaking. So why don’t we? What is the point of knowing a formula to construct a grammatically perfect sentence when you lack the vocabulary to fill it in and the comprehension to understand it when it is spoken or read?
For sometime I thought I was the only one in my class frustrated with the lack of German in a German class. Then I spoke with several of my classmates about our German course and what they thought of it. I found that while they weren’t as angry and frustrated as I was, they weren’t stimulated by the class. They were there for the credit and if luck would have it, maybe learn a few key phrases. They knew that if they got off a plane in Germany, Austria or Switzerland that they wouldn’t be able to converse with the locals. They knew that all the grammar in the world wouldn’t help you find the train station and that in a year or so they probably wouldn’t remember anything taught in the class. Most were afraid to speak German. Since we never speak it in class, we don’t get the opportunity to have our mistakes corrected in a learning environment. They said that they would probably say a greeting of some sort, then ask whoever they were talking to if they spoke English. Most said that they wish the university offered a conversational German course, or at least concentrated more on becoming comfortable in understanding and speaking in the existing German courses. Somewhere they could become comfortable speaking in a new language and where they could see how these grammar rules applied and verbs with almost the same meaning varied in context.
While grammar is an important part of a learning a language, it is not the only part. By teaching our German class in German, I think students would learn more practical, common side of the language without losing any of the grammar and structure. “An advantage of a natural environment or language immersion classroom, in which tasks and conversations center on real language use and the learning of needed terms and concepts is that teachers are less inclined to "dumb down" their talk and speak "teacher-ese" or "foreigner-talk." The richer the stimulus and the more real the language, the better chance learners of a second language have to become fluent speakers of that language” (O'Grady, 301).
I realize, that because of budget restrictions, it isn’t possible to offer a wide range of German classes. But I can’t imagine that teaching a language class in the target language would put a strain on the departments budget. I know that classes aren’t always full and many students take the class purely to fulfill degree requirements, but that shouldn’t mean that we can’t be exposed to, and learn, a second language while fulfilling these requirements. After all, isn’t that what the requirements hope to accomplish?
As I was leaving my advisor’s office that day, she told me that I should contact you about my concerns. I took her advise. I stayed in the course and called your office on several occasions. None of my calls were returned. So I decided to try once more to bring these issues to your attention before seeking alternatives to the UCD Modern Language department.
Sincerely,
Lauren Guthridge
Her response:
Dear Ms. Guthridge:
I'm sorry you have not been able to reach me. We have had a temporary program assistant this semester, and if you left messages, perhaps they fell through the cracks. I am on campus virtually all day, every day, but since I teach and also attend numerous meetings, I am not always in my office. In fact, I was out of town to present a paper at a conference two weeks ago; if you left a message then, and I lost it, I apologize.
At any rate, I would be happy to meet with you to discuss your concerns. I am certainly aware of current second-language acquisition theory, and I agree that in many cases a communicative approach is a good idea, although Spanish and German offer somewhat different challenges. In your letter you mention conversations with high school instructors, with classmates, and with a university advisor, but you don't mention a conversation with your instructor. I think you will find that for university courses, it is always best to speak with the instructor first when you are concerned about a course. Professor Phillips has chosen to teach German 2110 in English for very specific reasons, and I'm sure he would be happy to discuss them with you.
Please feel free to respond to this e-mail, or to try calling me again. As I said, I would be happy to meet with you, and I am sure that Professor Phillips would be willing to meet with us, too.
With best wishes,
Kathleen Bollard, Ph.D.
What I am getting from this, is that she is fully aware of what is happening and has no plans to change anything. And for the record, I have talked to my german professor about this, he laughed.
Well next in the chain of command would be the dean. But they way things are looking, that probably won't do a whole hell of a lot of good.
More Like 'The Unthinkable Thoughts of Lulu'
A few weeks ago I told myself that if I didn't have a spacific issue to ponder that I wasn't to think or listen to my inner monologue. After listening to my inner monologue for years, I've come to realize that I am a complete idiot. I find myself looking at a little kid in Italy and thinking "Aww she can speak italian!" Well duh! SHE'S ITALIAN!! What else would she speak? Portuguese? Stuff like this all the time.
So I decided to simply stop listening and thinking. There are a few flaws in this plan. It is easier said than done. It's suprisingly tricky, especially when bored, not to listen to the thoughts in your head. Or making the transition from pondering a certian issue to shutting down again. That is the really tricky one.
The other day I was thinking about deadlines for compostion, then the next thing I knew I was walking through downtown...I wouldn't say narrating but describing my actions as though I were reading a novel. Did that make sense? Thats the other thing, I have become even less articulate than before, something I didn't think was possible. But on the plus side, I don't randomly think of something really funny and start laughing in class for what appears to be no reason at all.
So here's the question, do I turn the inner monologue back on and just accept the fact that I'm an idiot while keeping most of it in my head? Or do I keep the inner monologue off and become a blubbering idiot (or at least a bigger one) to the outside world?
I think the inner monolgue will be turned on again.
I suddenly feel very exposed by sharing all this.
Hell's Grannies
An excerpt from my adventures in Amsterdam this past February. Between this, the stories of "philosophers" and crazy bartenders, you can see why I titled this blog what I did.
"So I was wandering around aimlessly all day yesterday and at one point I saw this little old lady walking toward me talking to herself. No big deal, we see this all the time in Denver. But this woman was pretty well dressed and as she passed me she turned and pushed me and started yelling at me in Dutch and then stormed off. What the hell did I do?! But my story gets better! Later I was walking in a completely different part of town on one of the cities ped streets and I see the same woman
coming toward me on the other side of the street, so I thought "I'm on the other side of the street out of harms way, and she's obviously crazy, no worries" WRONG! She crosses the street just to push me and yell at me AGIAN! Seriously, what the fuck?! Crazy people are just drawn to me. Before the old lady pushed me the first time I was checking out this outdoor art exhibit form the book "360 days above earth" and this guy came up to me and was like "Hello. I'm Scottish." Uh, congratulations? What do you say to that? Good for fucking you? "Do you need directions anywhere?" "Naw, I'm good." run! But the old lady had his back. I can't win."
The sad thing is, this wasn't the first time a Dutch grannie has done something like this, far from it actually. Why do Dutch grannies hate me so?
The Party is Over
Do you know what sucks? The heat is broken in my house, again. SO COLD! Well, it is only broken in the downstairs, you know, where I live. The good thing is I have to whole week off from school, meaning I can stay in my nice warm bed for hours on end. Sweeeeet.
Also, the party last night. Loads-o-fun. And, ta-da! no hangover! I win. Its hard to say which conversation i liked best last night. Tit talk with rach, jenna, mark, dean and julianna was fun. Where we debated who came up with the need for a bra, can women with breast implants nurse and dean informed us of a man who willed himself to lactate. I am yet to see the evidence for this one. There was also the woman who asked me if I remembered her and I honestly said that I had no clue who she was, but she never bothered to jog my memory. Mark helped me out by getting her name, but that still left me in a 20minute conversation with her where i was trying to figure out who the hell she was. And the classic conversation with friends of in the Mark, Jenna & Dean group over what my actual name is. Thats the thing about having 5000 nicknames. People tend to get a little mixed up, it can be lots of fun. Overall it was some good times.
Right, I am gonna go try to warm up. Wish me luck.
Well you all know how I feel about the election results, I know most of you are with me on this one (if not, you make my soul weep). And we all know our obsession with ninjas. What this lovely site does is combine those two! Its magic. Ok, so at the moment it is still under construction, but there is a nice photo of two ninjas letting us know we can always crash at their place.
.....And I'm on Drugs!
I don't know about you kids, but I'm doing GREAT!! The pain on the right side of my jaw is gone, thanks to my good friend Bayer. The left side....I've just learned how to aviod it. I've been put in charge of music for the party tomorrow night. Sweet. But have been told I may not play "Detachable Penis" or "Damn it Feels Good To Be A Gangsta" really people, whats the point?
I look very french right now. Not euro trash, but french. Damn me for speaking German! Scheiße! I also realized two things while I was ironing earlier, 1) I still really hate ironing and will continue trying to avoid doing it at all costs and b) I also really want to watch a Fred Astaire movie right now. I am not really sure why.
So my mom sent me to Cost Plus today to get cocktail napkins. Thats it. Nothing else. BAD IDEA!! I walked in and became a kid in a candy store. Arms full of goodies, I make it to the check out. I pay, get handed the reciept, transaction completed right? Apparently not. The guy checking me out (bad pun. Sorry.) Asks, while giving me the 'how you doin?' look, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" "um....no....I'm good." "Are you sure?" "yeah. I'm good, thanks" Thus making it official, I can't be hit on with out it being a) funny or b) creepy. But hey, he was only like 8 years older than me, so I'm doing better. TAKE THAT 60 YEAR OLDS!! HA!
I washed my sheets earlier and found a little hobbit in them. It made me wonder how long he had been there.
In other news I apparently smoked crack for lunch, that is the only thing I can think of to explain this.
Wait....Shot Who In The What Now?
For the most part I like my Cultural Anthropology class. But every so often one of our weekly supplemental readings looks like this:
"Orellana compares the proposed combined Ajtz'iquinajay/tz'utujil polity to the K'iche'-speaking Tamub. The Tamub was but one of several groups which, according to Carmack, segmented to form the K'iche' kingdom. Either Orellana is in error, or the Tz'utujil kingdom was not at all the equivalent to its purported K'iche" counterpart. Even more problematic is a letter written by the friar Pedro de Betanzos to the king of Spain in 1599 which states that in pre-Colunbian past there had been two independent Tz'utujil polities, almost certianly the Ajtz'iquinajay and the Tz'utujil. That letter compared the two Tz'utujil groups to four K'iche'-speaking counterparts (the Kavec, Ninhaib, Ahauquiche and Kalezaquic) and included statement of the sovereignty of those four.Incidentally, 'El Titulo de Totonicapan' identifies three of the four of those K'iche' entities as amaks."
Maybe it's just me being stupid, but WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY ON ABOUT?!?!? Its 17 pages of this! What are amaks? Who are Orellana and Cormack what kind of corrolations were they looking for? What is their government/world system (that is what our book chapter is about so i assume that it would have some sort of connection) ? A little background info would be nice. Or, if you could dumb it down a bit that would be fantastic.
So if any of you get really, really bored, and watching the wall no longer seems appealing for some reason, you know who to ask. I'll send you the whole file, free of charge.
AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! If only there were 2, then they could have a dance off!
heh. So bad ass.
My Dad is Red Forman
Over the years I have heard my Dad's lectures over, and over and over again, sometimes all in the same sitting. For some, I know exactly what he will say. Like the If-you-are-going-to-be-late-just-call one, or I-will-support-what-you-want-to-do-but-you-have-to-have-a-plan, or another big one I-think-it's-really-important-that-you(fill in activity/action/whatever here). But last night at the dinner table I got one of my all time favorites! The you-aren't-doing-enough-with-your-life lecture. God how I love it! I get to hear about how getting good grades in school and working and having a social life (he added this, scout's honor) is not enough. How I need to do something else because life is passing me by.
Among the suggestions as to what I should add to my life to give it meaning, were volunteer work or doing something unique for little or no money and that I don't enjoy but will learn something from. As I sat there listening to this lecture (interrupting one of my dad's lectures before the second loop is like digging your own grave) it dawned on me. I spent last year, working as a nanny for almost no money, I didn't really enjoy it but learned something from it. Oh, and it was in a different country, making it unique!
And let's see, what was it I did before that? Hmm......Thats right! I volunteered in an art gallery! True it's not the traditional help the homeless/retarded/whatever, but that wasn't specified in the lecture. In fact I believe he suggested the art museum as a good place to volunteer.
I'm glad he had this talk with me. As I obviously had NO idea how pointless and empty my life is. But as bad as it is for me, it's nothing compared to what Dave is going through right now. Ever see the episode of "That 70's Show" where Red busts them with pot? And he goes psycho and makes the house into a prison and does bed checks? It looks like that. All he needs to do is put bells on the doors.
Headlines Don't Sell Papes. Newsies Sell Papes.
Today my german partner, Sally, and I decided after being handed our third grammer work sheet in a 45 minute period, fuck grammer! Let talk about musicals!
We commented on how bad ass "The Music Man" is. (It seems strange to describe a musical as bad ass, but that is what it is people, except it). Lyrics in those songs are just so fun. "Do words like 'swell' start to seep into his vocabulary? Does he start to memorize jokes? Yes sir we've got trouble, right here in River City!"
And naturally one thing led to another and "Newsies" entered the conversation. The next thing we knew the professor was giving us an odd look as we whipped out various "Seize the Day" dance moves. Probably a good thing we sit in the back of the class. That could have been a tad embarassing. Whatever, he hates me anyway.
Killing Two Birds With One Stone
I love it when I can do that, it makes me feel so efficient. And thanks to my compostion class, I have been able to do it not once but twice! Hoorah!
For my one comp essay we were given the topic Language and how it relates or affects identity. I chose diglossia in the english language. Then sitting in class one day, I realized that that essay would work perfectly for an anthropology paper I have to write. Score one for the good guys!
Then my next comp topic was given: Write a letter of proposal. Describe in detail what the issue is and what the problem is. Show how your solution addresses the problem and how it will solve it. You must have a spacific audience in mind, the letter WILL be mailed.
Hmm...who or what do I have an issue with that I actually have hope of fixing? We all know I have a problem with how the election turned out, so I can't change that one (DAMN!!). Have to think smaller scale, locally.....MY GERMAN PROFESSOR!!! Brilliant! So now the head of the language department at UCD will be recieving a lovely letter from me.
I am one step closer to being a super hero! Riding the world, or University rather, of evil, pointless german classes! All I need now is a cape and a theme song.
Also the position of sidekick is available. Please leave resume in comments section.
The Fetal Position
The day started off so well, then I decided to go see the Pulitzer Prize winning photographs at the Colorado History museum. Now I am incredibly depressed.
They made me cry.
I cried in the exhibit. I cried as I left it. I cried as I walked the 3 blocks to the bus stop, and I cried the better part of the way home on the bus. And most of the tears were because of one photo. One photo and the bastard who took it.
So if you don't mind, I am going to go curl up in a little ball and watch Amelie. I need to go reconfirm my faith in humanity.
I'm Your Pawn Shoppe Lover
Nothing will spruce up your monday night like a phone call from the nice folks at Twist and Shout.
"Hi, Lauren? We have it that you registered for free tickets to the Donna's/Von Bondies show....um....it's tonight. Do you still want to go?" I am 5 for 5 in twist and shout drawings baby! Whoo hoo!
Call Rach.
"what are you up to tonight?"
"Going to the preview of Bridget Jones."
"Fuck that! You should come to the Von Bondies show with me, i have free tickets!" (mental whoo hoo!)
"I'm not up for it tonight" Laaaaame!
Find Dave. Dave agrees to go if we don't stay for the donnas, deal! Didn't want to see them anyway.
Off to Twist and Shout to pick up the tickets then off to the Gothic. We arrive at the Gothic 30 minutes before doors, so we lay in the car, which was convieniantly parked less then half a block from the door. It was just my night. Dave calls all his friends who have been braging and such about coming to this show for sometime. None of them are coming. We lay in the car discussing our lame friends.
Doors finally open. We leave the car and find ourselves some nice stools in the balcony close to the stage.
The first band, sneaker 2 bomb, was loads of fun. They weren't good per se, but what the lacked for in skill they made up in entertainment. The bassist, who was awesome, seemed to be completely clueless as to what kind of music his band played. He was too into his own thing, jumping, spinning, thrashing. He was our first hero of the night. The singer, who was kinda cute, was doing his own dance (?) then for the last song whipped out a violin. I don't think anyone was expecting that.
Second band, Starlite Desperation, comes on. The singer kinda freaky. Always sings up, likes to stand like a flamingo. But it was the drummer who stole the show. He wanted to stand and drum. He wanted to do the robot and drum, and when the bass broke and the rest of the band was trying to find a loner bass from the donnas or the von bondies, he turned his drum kit into his own little barca lounger. Dave and I felt bad for spending so much of the pre show time making jokes about how crap their name was, and that by default, they would be crap too.
Von Bondies time! Whoo hoo! They came out to the sounds of Ms. Nancy Sinatra singing "Bang Bang" then danced, sang, rocked and yelled for the rest of the set. It was a mighty good time.
Oh, and I didn't mention some of the more suprising things about the audience. The theater was only about a third full, but it is a monday, so i'll let it slide. Second, people under the age of 30 were in the minority. There were more receeding hairlines and bald spots there then any other show I have ever been to. And the last and most suprising, not a single concert virgin! Not one! No screeching, no shouting the lyrics when it is completely uncalled for. It was amazing!
And now, for the second time in 4 days, I smell strongly of cigarettes, there is a slight ringing in my ears, and i have the post concert buzz, but must try to go to sleep seeing how i have school and work tomorrow. Even if I am exhausted tomorrow, it totally would have been worth it.
Celebrities Are Funny
I was reading some of the hollywood news stories on imdb earlier and just had to laugh.
"Britney is going to disappear from the spotlight for a few years and come back almost unrecognizble. Good luck to her."
SCORE!! Bye bye Britney! Seriously though, how often do teen idols like that disappear for a couple years and make a successful comeback?
"National Lampoon's Van Wilder actress Tara Reid is fed-up with her reputation for being a "retard" and cites friend Paris Hilton as her role model for overcoming her party girl image. The American Pie star, 28, is keen to outgrow her controversial persona and be taken more seriously in Hollywood. Reid says, 'I am known as this retard. I want to grow up. I don't want to be the drunk girl. It hurts my feelings when stuff is written about me. Paris seems to move on from situations all the time, why can't I?' "
You cite Paris Hilton as your role model? Seriously? Man, I can see why you are hurt and/or confussed as to how you got labeled "retarded" it just doesn't add up.
And while on the subject of intellegence, or lack there of, the movie "National Treasure," did anyone else think that was a joke the first time they saw the preview? I sure as hell did.
Boy do I have something for you kids! Once again, thanks to the help of Dave and his wonderful FM4 webtips, you kids get CRAZY art work. Not only are his works a bit Tim Burton-ish and awesome, but his biography claims that he was born a dog. Thats right, a dog. He even doctored all these old photos so they have dog heads.
So enjoy.
This was the FM4 webtip for Friday, that Dave Dempsy finds some cool stuff. Any way, this site has tons of really cool desktops, icons and other goddies by artists all over the world. I reccomend looking through the desktop stuff. Some of the work show cased is really beautiful.
College Applications Suck.
I am on round three of the College app. cycle. I always remember that I don't like doing them, then I start researching, printing, filling them out and finding all the proper forms, letters, essays, transcripts....blah blah blah. And my profound hatred for them returns with a vengence!! They make me want to say "fuck college!" or in this case heavily consider how much I really want to transfer.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am really depressed.
fuck. fuck. fuck. FUCK!!!!
I feel like this is proof that there isn't a god. Or at least a kind merciful one like all these super christians have been trying to convince my of.
If you need me I will be huddled in corner somewhere. Possibly crying.
Election Day...BRING IT ON!!!!
Well kids, tomorrow is election day. I for one can't wait!! I know that the odds of the results being all in and finalized tomorrow night are practically non existant, but with any hope we will know who won by inauguration day, fingers crossed. And I know that the polls are close, which means, god forbid, W could actually...... I can't bring myself to say it.
But one of the big reasons I can't wait for election day to be over is, I am tired of being hassled. I fit the demographic of people who don't vote. That means for the past couple of months I have been asked almost everyday, usually several times a day, if I am registered to vote. I finally found a way to put an end to that, put political stickers or pins on every bag I own.
With that problem solved, came a new one. The DNC swarms me. It's like a feeding freenzy on animal planet. This weekend alone I have had 4 people show up at my door from the DNC asking for me reminding me to vote. I ALREADY VOTED!!! I was hoping the first guy would scratch me off the list but no. On top of the personal visits they have called me 7 times in person, and another 5 recorded messages reminding me to vote for Kerry. On Friday I recieved 3 pamphlets for Kerry and 1 for Bush. And in the last week I have been sent 18 emails about polls, volunteering for the DNC and the final days before the election. 18!!
This is what happens if you registar as a democrat apparently and on paper look like someone who won't vote. That's the problem with how you look on a little slip of paper. It doen't show that you watched all the debates, or that you watch the international news, or go to protests.
So for the next 18 hours or so, I will not be answering my house phone, screening calls on my cell (yes they have that number too), not answering my door and wearing my "I Voted" sticker in the middle of my fore head.
