2005-02-03
9:43 p.m.
halfway through literature of the occult class today:
my professor, who, hereforthwithethishly, shall be known as professor mulder, was lecturing the class on precognition, telepathy, and the various experiments of dr. j.b. rhine, when it became painfully apparent that he had completely lost his train of thought and had no clue what he was supposed to be saying next.
professor mulder:"...and the thing about that is...the thing is..."
[silence.]
professor mulder: [clears throat, looks out at the sea of blank faces before him.]
professor mulder: [with a sudden look of confidence, raises his head and says in an authoritative voice:]"...pancakes." [adopts an agreeable look upon his face and nods.]
[students turn to look at each other. a few of the wiccan priestesses in the back row giggle.]
professor mulder: "apple fritters? [more giggling]...oh! now i remember. as i was saying, dr. rhine developed a set of cards with which..."
2005-02-02
5:14 p.m.
Fifty Ways You Know You're an Asshole
some of my personal favorites:
11. You wear a matching brown trench coat and fedora around campus.
12. You wear pants with writing across the ass.
29. You are a blonde girl from Connecticut.
2005-02-01
1:31 a.m.
Take the quiz: "what kind of drug are you? (includes pictures)"
cocaine.
you are cocaine. addictive, expensive and confident.
i wasn't expecting to be a stimulant. this one, least of all.
2005-01-28
5:52 a.m.
i'm about an hour into watching the grudge.
after about 45 min in, my feelings on the movie can be summarily expressed by this sentence:
"well, there goes sleeping ever again right out the window."
i am generally not affected by horror movies - especially recent ones. but, this one is getting to me. especially the scene where the woman is attacked under her bedcovers. the area under one's bedcovers remains a person's sacred sanctuary from childhood! a supernatural attack in this place is MORE than fucked up.
so wrong.
2005-01-26
3:25 p.m.
it's going to be a long semester. one whose end will see the result of me slowly eating my own face off in frustration off over the course of the next few months.
oh, don't listen to me. it's not all that bad, actually.
today, i am not going to italian class. i still don't have my textbooks (3 day shipping, my ass.) and i don't feel like trying to pretend i'm invisible so that i don't get called on or encouraged to share a book with one of the pastel-attired designer label preppies who wouldn't know culture if it ran up and bit them in the face.
my dear brother benito (braden) is going through some very rough times with his flagrant bitchface girlfriend. kristin and i tried to convince him to (temporarily) drink away his sorrows with us last night, but to no avail. we'll take him out some other night and funnel alcohol in his face. it'll be good times.
i'm off to forage for food in the student lounge.
2005-01-25
3:09 a.m.
i'm watching say anything for the first time in a long time.
clearly, there are not enough lloyd doblers in the world and it isn't fair.
2005-01-11
2:26 a.m.
Peculiarities
1. i exhibit a near-phobic refusal to listen to computer startup sound, no matter what it is, at any audible volume.
2. i also exhibit a near-phobic refusal to listen to computer shutdown sound, no matter what it is, at any audible volume.
3. i harbor a secret fear that i sleepwalk and poison any animals unlucky enough to come into my ownership.
4. i have an inability to sleep anywhere but on my bed in my room, on the counter at work, on the desk in the office at work, or on the floor of a freezing hotel room under a blanket shared with my jerkface platonic friend, while unscrupulous noises from the bed threaten both our slumber.
5. of two of the customers that i am happy to chat with when they stop in, i am far more attracted to the talkative married man with the (sometimes) missing ring and the unwavering smile than the single man with quirky movie tastes who always has intelligent conversation and is looking to settle down and have children. in fact, i think i was completely turned off by the single man after learning that last part.
6. i don't just dislike green peas. i have an irrational animosity toward them. i. hate. green. peas. i'm convinced that green peas have somehow wronged me in another life. chick peas are acceptable. i really like hummus.
7. some days, i would rather bash my own skull in with a can of green peas than have to leave my bed and interact with people.
2005-01-08
2:01 p.m.
a particularly disturbing nightmare cut my sleep short today. i'm not completely sure what happened but it involved a bloodied woman falling backward off a bridge, holding her baby. her eyes had the peace of relief in them, but her smile was completely demented. there was music. before she fell, i could see her baby stretching its arms out, as if it was trying to grab the girders of the bridge. i was terrified to go back to sleep.
2005-01-01
6:47 p.m.
Noodle died today.
she was a good hamster. very fond of sunflower seeds and those little cat food kibble-looking things that came in her food.
unfortunately, we didn't know that hamsters are susceptible to human diseases. ultimately, it was the affections of a flu-ridden 7-year old that did her in, a little over a week after she came into my care.
this is a baaad omen for the new year.