J e s u s A l l a h B u d d h a's Blurty Entries [entries|friends|calendar] J e s u s A l l a h B u d d h a [ website | waxing poetical ] [ userinfo | blurty userinfo ] [ calendar | blurty calendar ]

[16 May 2008|10:28am] OMFG COMING HOME NOW YAY WOOOOO. believe me, love

And with his last breath, Severus said "Take it, take it!" [12 May 2008|09:23am] I'm taking a slight procrastination break which I don't know that I can really afford, considering I have no time to EAT or SLEEP until May 17. Things that need to be done by me: + Study for Italian Cinema Final - 5/7 + Finish final paper for Medieval Women - DUE 5/9 + Go home and see mother for Mother's Day (GAH) 5/11 + Study for Medieval Europe Final - 5/12 + Web Page Design Final Project - 5/14 + Study for Web Page Design In-Class Final - 5/14 + Write paper for take-home Medieval Women Final - DUE 5/14 + Write Italian Cinema Final Paper - DUE 5/13 Other stuff that needs to be done fairly soon but is non-school-related: + Sign lease with Nirmala (OMG I will get to taste all the new recipes from her new cookbook as she tests them out... also the house smells deliciously like a thousand different spices) + PACK UP ALL MY SHIT (and put some of it at new apartment, once I have a key) + Finalize Harry Apple design for secondary NYC Wizard Rock Festival logo + Meet with Stacy to figure out layout of NYCWRF website + Code and design NYCWRF website + Register for Terminus (?) + Make a Whomping Willows t-shirt + Attend the Malfoy Manor concert at Stacy's + Look for a secondary job over the summer (Borders? Starbucks? Something less demeaning?) + Refrain from killing self or turning into a gibbering mess Notice how neither "eat" nor "sleep" are on those lists? Yeah, me too. Wish me luck. There will be nauseatingly frequent updates as I slowly count down to critical mass. Yes, I am slightly masochistic! How did you know? believe me, love

Official Schedule Fall 2008 [28 Apr 2008|01:51pm] MONDAY 10:50-12:05 Women in Early Modern Europe 12:15-1:30 Cultures of East Asia 1:40-2:55 Elements of Geometry TUESDAY 1:40-2:55 Historical Women in US to 1880 3:05-5:45 Seminar in History (Topic: Religious Violence in the Middle Ages) WEDNESDAY 6:00-8:40 Early Medieval Art THURSDAY 10:50-12:05 Women in Early Modern Europe 12:15-1:30 Cultures of East Asia 1:40-2:55 Elements of Geometry FRIDAY 1:40-2:55 Historical Women in US to 1880 That, my friends, is what 18 credits looks like. The Cultures of East Asia is sort of a back-up plan I guess, in case I don't get my MPL up for the Geometry course. But if I DO get it, I might just keep that class too. Then I can have an uber lovely and delightfully light courseload my LAST SEMESTER EVER. Okay, maybe not ever, but at least here. I should start figuring out grad schools yes'm. 1 believer|believe me, love

And it wasn't only a dream where I found it, it was actually a nighmare oh yes oh no [23 Apr 2008|11:31am] I am officially a magnet for annoyingly loud talking people. Seriously. The last two days I have specifically sought out empty, quiet areas for reading my various articles for papers. Not TEN MINUTES into my reading do people show up. And not just ANY people. No, it has to be either a large group of loud people, or someone talking loudly on a phone. WHAT THE FUCK? What exactly goes through their minds as they sit as close to me as humanly possible without sharing a chair with me? "Huh, this girl is sitting there by herself reading quietly. I am with a whole group of people who probably plan on talking a loud, possibly at a high volume. I think sitting next to her would be a good idea." Or, alternately: "I plan on making a phone call (or three) right away, and probably talking loudly on the phone just to make sure the other person (people) can hear me. Sitting next to someone who is very quiet and no doubt trying to concentrate on something they are reading is a really good idea." I even tried to escape to this specific computer lab, which is ALWAYS half-empty and ALWAYS quiet. Not five minutes after sitting down, checking my email, and whipping out my next article to read does two very loud and obnoxious people come walking in the door, shout "PEOPLE!" really loudly and then continue to come in, chatting to each other about whateverthefuck and sitting down IN THE SAME ROW OF COMPUTER AS ME STILL TALKING. They are still talking right now. Kill me. Even if I go to my room to read, someone will turn on their radio/iTunes and blast it rather loudly, or people will start yelling outside and I can't close my window because it's rather warm out. Or people in my suite will sit in the common room being loud. My last resort will be the library, though even there loud people can sometimes be found. I literally have to hunker down between stacks that NO ONE GOES INTO in order to get some quiet (this is usually stuff like the math and science sections). Oh, also I had a dream last night where I was in the woods with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Ginny, and my sister. Neville got bitten on the leg by a Basilisk (I dunno why there was one about) and so I did that Snakes-On-A-Plane thing where you swish olive oil around in your mouth and then suck out venom. AGGH MY DREAM SELF GOT TO LICK DREAM NEVILLE'S LEG!!! Um, also I had to sew him up with a needle and thread, and put some neosporin on the wound... Also, my sister and I sang the neosporin song. There wasn't much else. OHRIGHTYES, so I am on a couple sub-committees (Fundraising, Graphic Design, Decorations & Theme-ing, and Web Site Upkeep/Design) for the NYC WIZARD ROCK FESTIVAL. It will be taking place on Saturday September 20 at the Bohemian Beer Garden in Astoria. Draco and the Malfoys will be headlining, and we have some more confirmed bands, but I'm not really allowed to publish much else yet (though if you ask me about it directly, I can tell you). Anyway, it's going to run for about 6-8 hours with merchandise, games, shows, etc. Admission will probably be around $10 for the whole day. So everybody should come. EVERYBODY. I'll give you more info as I get it. EVERYBODY. COME. 3 believers|believe me, love

Voldemort Can't Stop the Wrock [19 Apr 2008|01:56am] Mmkay, so I've come out of my coma... cocoon... nest... CAVE. I have emerged from my cave, because I'm a bear and this is spring. There you go. Great analogy, Liz. So yeah, I noticed that EVERYONE IN THE UNIVERSE (aka Ada and Caitlin) have spring concert-things at their respective colleges this weekend. I am also one of the masses now. It totally escaped my notice until I saw the tents being erected (hehe erected) and heard the loud music/screaming that we also have Rock Against Racism and Take Back the Night this weekend. Rock Against Racism is uh... bands who play songs... and they are basically saying that racism is wrong. Yeah. I'm not sure how singing songs is going to stop racism, but we're hippies here so that's how we solve problems. Take Back the Night is a feminist sort of event in which people who have been raped, are related to someone who has been raped, knows someone who has been raped, or watches a lot of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit get to celebrate the taking back of their power. They tie-dye t-shirts, play loud music, eat bagels (I dunno, I heard this chick I know, Ruthie talking to some bagel place guy about donations of bagels for it), and generally be all YEAH YOU RAPED ME/MY SISTER/FRIEND/THAT GIRL ON TV BUT I AM POWERFUL AND YOU SUCK! Much to be expected from New Paltz. I've got a term paper due on the Epistolario of St. Catherine of Siena and I have no idea what I'm writing it on. Yeah, I have the seven pages I wrote about the previous scholarly work done on the subject, but I need something original, some new idea with which to examine the document. I had briefly thought about exploring the reason why she was such an influential woman to Pope Gregory XI by comparing one of her letters to a letter of one of her male contemporaries, but alas, I can find none readily available to me. So now I have to come up with a thesis... and read the letters... and write the paper... by Wednesday, if I want her to look at the draft, the week after if I'm going to live dangerously. Okay, you guys can wake up now, the boring part's over. In other news, I have determined that I am clearly a masochist. I am attempting to take a series of horrific classes next semester. Firstly, I will be taking THREE history courses again. THREE. Nearly killed me last fall, but I THINK I SHOULD DO IT AGAIN. Not only that, but one of them is a writing-intensive seminar. Woo for me. Luckily, my advisor/current professor/woman-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up is going to be teaching one of those courses, and has said that since I'm clearly insane but also a good student, that if I need extra time on papers next semester, she'd be glad to give me extensions on deadlines. God, I love her. Next, I am attempting to take a math course. Yes, math. Okay, okay, you can stop fucking laughing now, please. It's just a basic Geometry course, we talk about Euclid (the bastard) and do some proofs and stuff, and we're done. But it's still math and it will still be torture. Finally, I will either be taking Exploring the Universe, a physics course (because the pain just isn't enough), or if I decide that I'll suffer enough, then I'll take Storytelling and Culture, which is required for my General Ed credits. Actually, if I can take that Astronomy course at WCC over the summer, Exploring the Universe will be Right Out, and I can have less of a horrid schedule. But I also need to clear up the issue of my Math Placement Level, and if I can't do that successfully, I'll be taking a remedial math course over the summer and be taking Exploring the Universe in the Fall instead... but to be kind to myself, let's think of this in ideal circumstances, shall we? So, my schedule is probably: MONDAY 10:50-12:05 Women in Early Modern Europe 1:40-2:55 Elements of Geometry 3:05-4:20 Storytelling and Culture TUESDAY 1:40-2:55 Historical Women in US to 1880 3:05-5:45 Seminar in History WEDNESDAY THURSDAY 10:50-12:05 Women in Early Modern Europe 1:40-2:55 Elements of Geometry 3:05-4:20 Storytelling and Culture FRIDAY 1:40-2:55 Historical Women in US to 1880 Brilliantly, the most classes I will have in a day is three, which is SO MUCH BETTER than the four I am now barely enduring. Also, I will only have earlyish classes twice a week, which is a FAR CRY from the 8:30 class three times a week and 9:30 work study the other two that I currently suffer under. God, I haven't had a good night's sleep in MONTHS. The weekend is just makeup time at this point. Before I forget, and perhaps even most importantly, if all goes well, I shall be attending Terminus 2008, a Harry Potter Conference in Chicago. If anybody wants to come with me (AND I URGE YOU ALL TO CONSIDER THIS AS IT SHALL BE FUCKING AMAZING AWESOMENESS), lemme know and we can talk hotel and plane/train fare. I'm really seriously considering taking a train, since it's less expensive. Takes all day, but then again... you'd get that "Hogwarts" experience, you know? Um, so yeah, you should check it out. Google Terminus and you're there. OH GOD SO MUCH FUN. HOUSES AND QUIDDITCH AND TRIVIA AND COSPLAY AND BALLS AND WROCK AND *ORGASM* FUCK YES GO NOW. Much love until the end of finals (or until I need to procrastinate again). OHOH WAIT. I FORGOT! I'm moving off-campus next year! Financial aid transfers over so I can use it for rent and food and stuff! So yes! Victoria and I plan on moving out and getting an apartment either with just us two or with another person! It shall be amazing and everyone should come visit me because OMG I WILL HAVE MY OWN PLACE AGGGGHHH. 4 believers|believe me, love

Now: Newer, Hotter, Sinnier Sins! [12 Mar 2008|05:17am] Okay, so this is me procrastinating from writing my paper about the Epistolario of St. Catherine of Siena. WTF is up with me and writing about saints? Dunno if anyone's heard or not (because I hadn't), but apparently Mr. Pope BenedictButtFace has released a set of seven MORE deadly sins, bringing the total up to fourteen! Why do they do that? Looking beyond the whole fact of OMG EVERYTHING IS A SIN AND YOU ARE GOING TO HELL SO BETTER REPENT, why does the church like to do things in sevens? Is that a rule? Was Benedict sitting around with a couple of Cardinals with six things scribbled down on a napkin going "Okay guys, we need one more sin before we can release them all." Cardinal Sodano goes "Can't we just go with six? Six is fine, right? We've been here all night, Benny!" (Yes, in my brain, the Cardinals call him "Benny.") And Benedict getting all furious and like "NO WAY, ANGELO! WE GOTTA HAVE SEVEN! WE ALWAYS DO IT WITH SEVEN!" And Cardinal Bertone snickers and mutters "Hee hee, we do 'it' with seven." To which Benny is like "OMG GUYS! GROW UP!" And Cardinal Marchisano's like, "OKAY, BACK ON TOPIC! WE NEED ANOTHER SIN! We need something controversial, to grab headlines." And from way in the back, Cardinal Poggi's like "Ooh! Ooh! Make it, um, having sex! Yeah!" "OMGZ, YOU ARE SO DUMB, LUIGI! HOW CAN WE MAKE MORE CATHOLICS WITH NO SEX?" "Oh, yeah...." So finally someone brilliant comes up with a final sin (I was hoping for 'Playing Video Games,' but alas, they could not be so convenient as to come up with something I could SO EASILY make fun of), and they're off. Oh, and apparently, they're not just regular deadly sins... They're social deadly sins... to update the Catholic Church for globalization. Or something. So, the revised list: 1. Pride 2. Envy 3. Gluttony 4. Lust 5. Anger (Wrath) 6. Greed 7. Sloth 8. "Bioethical" violations such as birth control 9. "Morally dubious" experiments such as stem cell research 10. Drug abuse 11. Polluting the environment 12. Contributing to widening divide between rich and poor 13. Excessive wealth 14. Creating poverty Mmkay, on first glance, it's a bunch of stuff that most people are against anyway, right? (Well, except for birth control, that is... I betcha that one was the first one on the list... Benny: OH NOES YOU GUYS, WE NEED MOAR CATHOLICS! QUICK, WE GOTSTA TAKE AWAY CONTRACEPTIVES AND CAUSE THE POPULATION OF THE WORLD TO RISE EVEN HIGHER, THREATENING A MALTHUSIAN CHECK INSTEAD OF JUST GROWING THE FUCK UP AND REALIZING NO ONE LIKES US BECAUSE WE ARE BIGOTED AND NARROW-MINDED AND WON'T LET GAYS INTO DA CHURCH.") On second glance, however, "polluting the environment" can be interpreted as anything from illegally dumping nuclear waste to driving a car. Vague much? Drug abuse can also be interpreted widely as either OMGHEROIN or hey, I have cancer and wouldrlylikesummorphinenaoplz. The stem cell research thing? Ehh, we kind of always knew the scientists were going to hell anyways. Personally, I think excessive wealth should have a qualifier: If you have WORKED DAMN HARD for that wealth, AND you put back some of what you earn into the community - both local and global - you should be exempt. A lot of this stuff is more... uh... legal? than moral or religious. I know we should all have social obligations to follow the new list, but should we have a MORAL or RELIGIOUS obligation to do so? Is this taking it a little too far? Because as it stands, NO ONE in America is going to be getting into heaven anytime soon. Especially me. D: 7 believers|believe me, love

Love and Alcohol [16 Feb 2008|02:57am] Wow. I went to a house party tonight at one of Victoria's friends' houses. All in all, it was pretty good. I was friendly and sociable (once I had a few rum & cokes and a game of beer pong under my belt - yes, I broke my beer pong cherry), and I think made a few neat acquaintances. There were way too many Lizes there, however. I'm pretty sure I'm the drunkest I've ever been. We walked back with our bikes and I nearly fell a dozen times. Also, I slipped on the ice right outside the house and it was H I L A R I O U S. I have almost no coordination or control over the world spinning, but at least I can still spell, and have proper diction. And I know I'm not TOO drunk when I can still sing the Nations of the World song... United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama, Haiti, Jamaica, Peru... Well, I don't really know why I'm drunk blogging, but there you go. I'm going home this weekend to help pack things (we're moving again) and get a new pair of glasses (mine broke) and a formal dress (for the Winter Formal). HAPPY DAY-AFTER-VALENTINES'-DAY!! ♥ believe me, love

Whomever is running my life from above: STOP THAT! [01 Feb 2008|04:38pm] CHRIST ALMIGHTY, this has been the worst four days of my life (relatively speaking). Tuesday I woke up ass-early for work, ate a bowl of cereal. After work, Victoria and I went to the gym for an hour and now my fucking knees HATE ME. We had lunch (bit of chicken, broccoli, potato salad, beets) and I went to class until 8:20. Had dinner with Victoria in the dining hall and I had a salad, another chicken-thing, and green beans. A cinnamon roll for dessert. Stayed up late reading all the shit that was due on Wednesday, or as I like to call it, Hell Day. Woke up ass-early again the next day for classes, which lasted until 5pm. Ate a granola bar for breakfast and a sushi roll for lunch. We trek our asses out to Subway for dinner, where, since I was fucking hungry I ate a whole foot-long sandwich. Victoria was pet-sitting at some woman's house and late late late after her club meeting she had to go out and spend the night. After about twenty minutes of "OMG ITS DARK OUT AND SHE DOESN'T HAVE A LOCK ON HER BACK DOOR WILL YOU PLEEEEASE COME WITH ME?" I haul my ass up and we ride our bikes to her house, mostly down STEEP hills the whole way, much of which is in pitch dark with only the stars to guide us. She insists on watching a movie. Its midnight at this point. We end up watching both The Prestige and Stardust, because The Prestige was fucking creepy and we need something cute. Go to sleep at 4am, wheeze and breathe funny because of allergies reacting to cat fur. Wake up at 8am so I can trek to work in the morning. Haul ass up like the hugest and steepest hill EVER that never seems to fucking END. Don't end up going to work because I remember I have the club fair. Eat a slice of french toast and some tater tots and a bagel for breakfast. Go to the club fair for three hours (mostly by myself) and manage to wrangle both some nerds and a knitter to our booth. Ate a chicken teriyaki roll for lunch. Go back to my room and start work on all the stuff due the next day but since I have like three hours of sleep behind me, I fall asleep and end up missing my Latin class. I wake up two hours later and frantically try to keep doing work. Victoria wants me to go with her to the lady's house again, which I do, but later than last time. We end up ordering a pizza, Victoria eating five slices, and me eating three and a half. I stay up until 1am reading and studying. Try to sleep, but breathing is affected even worse than the night before. Don't end up sleeping until around 3am, and then only sporadically, often consider just walking back to the dorm while lying awake. Wake up at 7am and get dressed. Trek up a slightly less steep but longer hill in an alternate route back. Go to early-ass class. Ate a muffin after class because my stomach was SCREAMING. Also ate a sandwich a little later because my stomach was GURGLING. During the space between my two classes, had to run out into the sleet to move Victoria's bike under an overhang. Go to second class, formalize my doing a paper using St. Catherine of Siena's letters as a primary source and promptly leave since half the class is not there. Trek back to my dorm in the freezing sleet, pushing Victoria's bike. Get back to the dorm, collapse upon bed. Now I've woken up, and I'm still fairly sleepy, but HOLY SHIT I NEED TO EAT SOMETHING. I don't like the too-busy-to-eat-so-I-don't diet. I don't like walking up monster hills. I don't like not-sleeping. I don't like sleet or homework. Please please please don't ever make me have a week like this again. Oh, and did I mention that throughout all this I HAD MY PERIOD? Because I DID. And Pamprin on an empty stomach is like THE worst idea EVER. Never do that. Now I'm gonna get dressed, bring this stuff to the library that I have to, and get on a bus to go home because I want my mommy. :( 1 believer|believe me, love

[26 Jan 2008|03:46pm] Victoria and I got stuck in an elevator in the Student Union Building. And not even the BROKEN one. WTF? My mom came up today because she had to drop off my sister at Girl Scout Camp for some weird weekend thing and I needed to give her extra boxes and suitcases to take home and I needed money for books. She also ended up driving Victoria to the bus station since she had to go home and do a Gymboree party tomorrow. We also ended up going grocery shopping and HOLY SHIT I bought a lot of food. Mostly beverages, actually, and some fruit. I now have four and a half gallons of fruit juice. One gallon of apple juice, one of white grape, half a gallon of cranberry, half of white cranberry, half of regular grape, and half of white cranberry peach juice. I wanted to stock up because juice is heavy and I don't want to carry it home from the store. I just need to control myself so I don't drink it all in a week. I also opened a checking and savings account at Citizens Bank, so I will soon have a debit card, yay! My mom also took all my work study checks with her (over $300) and she's going to deposit them in my account in Yonkers. Woot. As soon as I have both money and my debit card, I shall be purchasing nice nice yarn online for to make super Hogwarts scarves and things. I got a book called Charming Knits, which has patterns for Harry Potter related items, like the gray school sweaters with the House colored stripes on them, the scarves, Quidditch sweaters, even SOCKS! Like, House Quidditch socks and patterns for Dobby's socks, with little snitches on them! Also a whole bunch of other things. OMG I AM ALL ABOUT KNITTING NOW. Also, I may be going to Greece next March for spring break. My sister is getting to go to Portugal with my aunt and uncle in April during her spring break this year because they're going with my uncle's brother and his kids, and they needed a babysitter. So they're paying for her to go and she gets to spend a week in a villa in Portugal. They asked me too, but I have school that week and they don't want me to skip. BUT! They said they'd take me on their next vacation, which was GOING to be Peru (which would have been AWESOME), but that's the rainy season in March, so they switched to Greece. Which is awesome, because that's where they keep the history. Plus, they're planning not only a land-trip in Greece but also a MEDITERRANEAN CRUISE as well. OMG SO EXCITED. I really hope the Greece idea pans out. I get to go on a trip regardless, but Greece would be AWESOME. I am also considering going to visit my uncle's brother in Ireland at some point because they have an extra room and I could stay there and see Ireland or something. Dunno when this would happen though... probably the summer after I graduate if I don't have a job (which is unlikely as I don't know what I want to do). believe me, love

The story needs some mending and a better happy ending 'cause I don't want the next best thing. [07 Jan 2008|01:57pm] I have two weeks of vacation left. I have nothing to do and nowhere to go. For the love of god and all that is holy, I am going stir crazy. Yesterday, I was so hyper I just ran around in a circle chasing Allie. Then we saw some horses and I almost slipped in the mud. See that? I don't even make much sense anymore. GAH. CRAZY. Went into work with my mom today. I'm just doing odd jobs for people and dying of too much heat. Holy crap it's like warm out today and the heat is up to TROPICAL. I'm gonna get heatstroke. Anybody want to do anything? Call me. I swear. Even if it's looking for worms or sitting on a rock or staring into space for three hours. I just need something to DO. In other news, I absolutely adore Sara Bareilles. OMG YOUTUBE HER NOW. 2 believers|believe me, love

[30 Dec 2007|06:49am] AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH. Christmas was long, involved, and loud. UGH. Christmas Eve was as usual at my aunt's house. It went fantastically. Stupid jokes at my uncle's expense, his stupid jokes at my aunt's expense, retelling old stories, Allie and I naming one of the lobsters Carlos and her trying to set him free in the backyard... my aunt eventually coralled him behind a bush and stuck him in the pot. Poor Carlos. Odd presents from my aunt, but she's kind of strange. My mom basically just took me shopping and said "pick out what you want to get" because she's all limpy and exhausted and had a hard time Christmas shopping this year. Christmas Day was up at my sister's godparents' place where the arguing with my Dad was worse than usual and my Uncle John got drunker than usual and was generally making absolutely no sense. At one point, he cornered me on a couch and started babbling about how when he was a kid in Kansas they instituted the first state-wide IQ test and he scored second highest... babbled a bit about how he never told somebody he was an officer, laughed at himself, and staggered around a bit. Generally, being silly and amusing. This is the same uncle (sister's godfather, I call him an uncle) who served Allen Ginsburg liquor back in the day at the bar he's worked at since the beginning of time on St. Mark's Place. Gawd, he's got a lot of odd stories. Finally, today was the re-Christmas luncheon where my mom and my sister and I picked up my Great Aunt Anna and Great Uncle Teddy and drove up to my aunt's house for a post-Christmas lunch and swapped presents with them. It was all leftovers, but DAMN we have pretty snazzy leftovers... Dungeoness crab, lobster, prime rib, shrimp, scallop crepes neuberg, and soooo much dessert. Meanwhile I've been sleeping like a non-bear lately... so like three hours a night pretty much... so I'm like EXHAUSTED ALL THE TIME. UGH. It's almost seven in the morning, I took a nap around 5:30pm, and I'm probably going to end up crashing at some point tomorrow if I don't die of sleeplessness first. Seriously, when LIZ cannot sleep, there is a serious problem. OH! And who wants to go post-Christmas shopping with me? I SMELL SALES! 1 believer|believe me, love

NOM NOM NOM MUFFIN [17 Dec 2007|08:33am] If you follow Avatar: The Last Airbender, this quote will seem a lot funnier. But just the fact that it involves a hypothetical construct such as Evil Dictator School makes it amusing on its own, I believe. Liz - Everybody forgets that Zuko is a DAMN GOOD FIREBENDER because he grew up in a family of HOLYCRAPAMAZINGWTFDIDTHEYJUSTDO? Firebenders, most of whom constantly rub in the fact that they are 391283123 times better than he is. Can you imagine what that did to his self-esteem? That'd be like going to Evil Dictator School with Hitler. Even if you were a DAMN GOOD EVIL DICTATOR, Hitler'd be such an ass, he'd always remind you that he imprisoned and killed over 6 million Jews, gypsies, homosexuals and people he just didn't like while simultaneously taking over huge tracts of land and for a brief moment in time hold his own against an alliance of the world's three biggest superpowers. Of course, then again Hitler's weakness is the inability to paint trees, according to Eddie Izzard, so you could just draw some better trees and he'd fuck off. Which is basically the equivalent of Zuko redirecting his dad's lightning surge (KAHSKASHKJASAHOTTTTT). Incidentally, Victoria and I are now going to make t-shirts that say "I went to Evil Dictator School with Hitler." And on the back, "Evil Dictator School, Class of 1940." Question: would the act of being an evil dictator be considered "evil dictating" or "evil dictatoring"? Because "evil dictating" sounds as if you're dictating a letter or a document to someone in an evil manner. Like you're saying words aloud and having them write them in THEIR BLOOD or while chained up or with a writing utensil in an uncomfortable manner. But "evil dictatoring" sounds like you're fucking an evil dictator... or fucking a regular dictator in an evil manner. I should really stop thinking about this nonsense and go study for my Roman Women & Russian Culture finals today. BLARG. believe me, love

clippity clop, there goes my head [16 Dec 2007|12:09pm] Recently added Hunter College's M.F.A. in Creative Writing to the list. Also inexpensive, nicely scheduled classes (more convenient than either NYU or Tisch) and a very clear program. Some of the other programs I've looked at are really vague in what certain classes require, but this one gives it very up front. This is also the first program I've seen to offer a Memoir concentration (which I'm not interested in, but it's still interesting to note). AGDJAHKSJHA I STILL HAVE TO WRITE MY FINAL PAPER FOR IMPERIAL RUSSIA AND I DUN WANNA. The book is completely uninformative, and the man never taught us this stuff! I literally have to spend hours in the library looking up this stuff in order to even CLOSE to have a grasp of what he wants us to write about. SO LAME. Right now I'm in my dorm's computer lab (which also has a piano for some reason) with Victoria (who is playing said piano) in our pajamas. We're eating stuff from the vending machine because we're too poor to afford an actual meal (our meal plans have run out and I literally have $20 to last me until next Thursday). I have to go tutor this girl in Latin in an hour and a half. Seriously, who would have guessed I'd actually be good at it? And we're also going to (maybe) go fish shopping later on. AND I HAVE A FINAL TOMORROW AND I HAVE WORK STUDY ON TUESDAY AND A FINAL THEN TOO AND THIS AWFUL AWFUL PAPER IS DUE ON WEDNESDAY. I want to go home, my uterus hates me, and I want to sleep/get drunk for the next WEEK AND A HALF. I seriously need something to relax, because right now I am so tense and unhappy that my uterus is all HAHA PAIN! I need a hug. 4 believers|believe me, love

And when you're not there, you make me bleed more than when you are... [14 Dec 2007|01:37am] I have, in a Flash of Brilliance (or perhaps Anti-Brilliance, as we may soon see) what path my life should take. Lying half-awake and half-asleep on my rumpled bedcovers in the middle of the day, uterus throbbing and causing my insides to squirm and thrash, I began to think about how ugly it is that some of my most-cherished childhood (and not-so-childhood) books have been tortured beyond all recognition when turned into film versions. I thought to myself that certainly I, who understood how hard it has to be for others who love these books to be so disappointed when Hollywood ruins the very soul of what made the book (or series) special. So, what's a girl to do? Why, become a screenwriter of course! And specialize in writing screenplays that are based off of books. It's time for me to stop whining about how Hollywood "ruins" and "rapes" books when they're turned into movies and actually do something about it! I had toyed, years ago, with majoring in creative writing with a concentration in playwriting (my aunt and uncle still demand front-row seats on opening night) but somehow that got discarded in my frantic switch from graphic design to history, and with the turbulence of changing schools (all of twice), and being worried that I might have to do it again (which will never happen because I love it here) I kind of stuck with history because it was familiar enough and I was good at it. Now, though, trying to contemplate a career in history (of which there are few that do not include a teaching component of some kind, something I am adamant about avoiding) it's become difficult to see myself doing something other than writing textbooks or historical fiction (probably historical romance, knowing my own disposition). And of course this leads me back to a creative writing or professional writing career (and prerequisite grad school - it's kind of not done in my family NOT to go to grad school, and I'd feel like a schlub if I didn't). So, all in all, it seems a decent notion. I've looked up a bunch of schools, all in the New York area (there was one I kind of liked in Cambridge, MA, but Massachusetts kind of scares me, Idon'tknowwhysodon'task) and out of all of the ones I've looked at, there's only four that really interest me. Of course, they have to be the four most competitive schools, don't they? Of course. I'm not getting too specific yet, just considering either dramatic writing (screenplays, tv scripts and playwriting) or fiction writing. I guess I can decide that more after I try and take some creative writing classes next year (not next semester because my schedule is horrible and hates me). So far I have: -NYU Creative Writing Program M.A. in Creative Writing, concentration in Fiction (not Poetry... I considered Poetry for like a minute and then realized how ridiculous I already am for choosing creative writing, and didn't need to compound that ridiculousity by concentrating in Poetry... a Professional Poet I am not.) BLARGH this school is competitive (the website says there are 400-500 applicants every year, and of that, they choose 20-30... I am so not even close to the caliber of being amazing enough to get it, but I'm going to insist on trying anyway). -Brooklyn College M.F.A. in Creative Writing, concentration in either Fiction or Playwriting (also a very competitive program, and much more rigorous than the NYU one... then again, it's also considerably less expensive than NYU). -The New School M.F.A. in Creative Writing, concentration in Fiction (WAY more expensive than Brooklyn, but not as expensive as NYU... but pretty darn close... I dunno how competitive it is, as their website doesn't mention anything about that, but so far their program looks like most interesting). -Tisch School of the Arts at NYU M.F.A. in Dramatic Writing (holy crap so ridiculously rigorous it scares me... and it's probably even more competitive than the NYU Creative Writing program... however, if I manage to get accepted and remain alive, I will have THE BEST shot at getting a job post-post-graduation). I'm going to look at more places where I can do something similar to these concentrations and whatnot... too bad New Paltz doesn't have anything like this, since I like it here a lot. Oh well. 7 believers|believe me, love

O Holy Night [11 Dec 2007|03:32am] In the last three days I have: - Realized that all the cartoons (all two of them) in our school paper, The Oracle, suck major ass in both content and drawing skill, so I'm going to try and see if they'll put some of the comics I've made thus far in it. - Slept a whole fucking lot. Seriously, like 12 hours a day. What the hell? And like three hours after I've finally woken up, I get sleepy again. Are those stay-awake-all-nights in high school catching up to me? Am I getting inexplicably older? - Dressed up like a beatnik on a bad acid trip for Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day (Victoria wore flippers, a snorkel and a diving mask and pretended to be from a dystopian aquamarine future in which the polar ice caps have melted, thus raising the oceans to cover all the landmasses and forcing humans to live underwater... I made that up for her.) - Declined an invitation to a Drag Ball which I now regret enormously. - Ate dinner with a lot of people around a round table and pretended to be an electron in an atom of varying elements (depending on how many people were at the table, since people kept coming and going). - Spent five hours in the dining hall playing Monopoly, chess, checkers, backgammon, and almost resorting to playing Veracruz (a Mexican-American War reenactment game, similar to Risk, only very specific and historically based). - Ate a lot of strange vending machine products at 3am because our microwave has been taken away from us (someone melted plastic in it and we're all being punished). - Studied a little. - Watched the rest of Escaflowne (Victoria hated the ending, but she's a horrible optomist and wants every couple to remain together forever and ever) and LOVED how it turned out. So amazing. - Watched all of GateKeepers and was pleasantly surprised that it was really good and can now wear that shirt I have in public without feeling guilty that I've never seen the show. - Watched the first couple of episodes of Hunter X Hunter, which isn't as good as the manga, but whatever, nothing ever is. - Decided I want to write a novel based on the musical Sweeney Todd in which I explore the psyches of each individual character, divining their personal motivations, their mental breakdowns, and what brings them to be as bloodthirsty and deranged as they eventually become. - Decided that I would most definitely like to have an alcohol-full New Years Eve, but that I want it to mainly include champagne and not drunkenness. - Have realized that while there are certain holidays and times where being single or at least uninterested in anyone romantically is very awkward (New Years Eve, Valentine's Day, going to a Drag Ball, reading compatibility horoscopes...), I don't think I actually WANT a significant other, as I have not been actually attracted to someone in a very very very long time (and that person happened to be female, so I'm kind of pretty positive I'm not even remotely heterosexual anymore... even though some boys are adorable and I would like to hug them sometimes). - Have tried to reevaluate my life, but have no prior evaluation to go on. - Tried to figure out what direction my life is going in, what career I might want, and whether or not I'm actually going to go to grad school (and what I would go for anyways). - Realized that while I can draw better than some, I have huge limits on my ability and will never be able to profit off of my art, so I will have to attach myself to people who can (COUGHCARISSACOUGH) and thus become a coattail-rider. - Realized that no matter what situation, what kind of shoe, what kind of pants/skirt/whathaveyou I always look wrong in heels; sort of like a gorilla on stilts. - Decided that in my last life I must have been ridiculously gorgeous and misused my pretty-power horribly (maybe I was Lord Alfred Douglas?) to have been put into a body which does not even obey the simplest of commands. Seriously, how hard is it for a uterus to work properly? Lots of other people's work just fine. And wtf is up with my horrible balance? Dance class for nine years didn't straighten that shit out? I want my money back. AND WHY OH GOD WHY DID YOU GIVE ME POS? (First time I was told I had POS I was like "Prisoner of Secrets?" That's how Harry Potter I am.) (Oh yeah, that stands for Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, which causes my uterus to hate me, my weight to be a continual issue since some hormone or other makes me think I'm pregnant (yeah, weird) and thus not allow me to lose weight easily, since pregnant women should not lose weight, and also causes rampant hair growth and causes me to look like a pelt.) - Have decided that I want to both: become an absolute dictator of a small South American country, and die violently. I somehow think they will be very closely intertwined. - Wished the semester was over 23971249812739218731923 times. 2 believers|believe me, love

EFALENTS AND EPPOHOTAMY [05 Dec 2007|06:53pm] Okay, so apparently the paper I have been SLAVING OVER for a week and a half is being graded by a man who will take practically anything and give it a good grade. The woman in my Imperial Russia and Russian Culture classes told me today that last semester she took a GRADUATE COURSE with him, and she had to write a 20 page paper. She filled it with random blurbs and huge pictures and she got a B. AHRJASSDKJAHD. I want to kill myself. I've been going INSANE and STRESSING OUT SO HARD about getting EVERYTHING PERFECT and he's a fucking pussy-grader. So not fucking fair. Especially since we had like nothing else paper-wise for him to grade, so I had nothing to go on for what he wants. Bloody bullshit. OH, and I got my last Imperial Russia paper back with only a B. What the crap? I spent hours on it, and I thought it was DAMN GOOD and this other girl who knocked hers out in like an hour got the same grade as I did. WHAT THE FUCK? I certainly don't think my paper was on the same level as hers. Anyone want to read my paper and tell me what they'd grade it as? Anyone... ridiculously smarter than I am... who went to high school with me... whose name happens to start with an S...? 3 believers|believe me, love

He died of syphillis though... [01 Dec 2007|01:04pm] Does anyone else find it hilarious how World AIDS Day is the day after Oscar Wilde's Deathday? Because I certainly do. 4 believers|believe me, love

Garble my narble, yo. [30 Nov 2007|02:13pm] Okay, I'm putting this here because I inevitably forget my to-do lists all over the place and therefore forget what the fuck it is I'm supposed to be doing. So, now there will be somewhere I can look, because the internet is E V E R Y W H E R E . . . TO DO: - Roman Women Paper: 1 Corinthians, Gospel of Mary, Acts of Paul & Thecla; elimination of the feminine in early Christianity (3-5 pages) YAY DONE! - Ancient Egypt Paper: Temple of Dendur; description, historical context, compare and contrast to other temples of that time period, compare and contrast to other temples of the Middle Kingdom, compare and contrast with sun temples at Akhetaten (12-15 pages) - Russian Culture Papers (2): Imperial Ballet; Russian Holidays and Celebrations (2 pages) - Imperial Russia Papers (2): Write a letter to a cousin explaining who the intelligentsia are, what they have thought, the evolution of thought, and major players, explain relationship between intelligentsia and the state, intelligentsia and the tsar, explain how this relationship has changed with the change of tsars, use example of Turgenev; discuss role of the intelligentsia in the revolutionary movements of the 19th and 20th centuries, identify main revolutionaries, compare and contrast their goals and methods, explain the role peasants and workers played, account for the failure of liberalism and conservativism (5-6 pages total) 3 believers|believe me, love

I spilled yogurt smoothie on my keyboard, but it still seems to work okay. [28 Nov 2007|12:27pm] On my way back to school, the bus was late by about an hour. So while I was standing there waiting for the bus, this old man slips on the wet pavement and bashes his head against the ground. I stood there, literally frozen with shock while a couple of people helped him up. His forehead was dripping blood and so was the bridge of his nose. Frantically, I tried to think of what I could do to help as a nearby man called for an ambulance. Hours and days and weeks of first aid training under my belt and I didn't have so much as a tissue to help this man. I had all the knowlegde and none of the materials. I couldn't do anything. Luckily, there was a police response unit only a block away and they managed to get there very quickly and take care of him until the ambulance arrived. I was so scared and nervous and felt so horrible that I couldn't do anything. I kept looking into the window of the bus station, checking on him to see if he was okay, if he was being helped properly, if everything was being taken care of. Even after the ambulance arrived and he was wheeled away on a stretcher, I still felt miserable. I have promised myself that I will never find myself in this situation again. Never again will I have to stand idly by when I could be helping. Yesterday I walked into town to get a box of non-latex gloves and some sterile gauze. I made a little emergency first-aid kit from that, a couple band-aids and this vintage tissue box I got at the Salvation Army. I'm going to carry it everywhere with me, and once I go home and get my CPR mask, that'll be in my bag too. I always thought it would be too dorky or whatever to carry around a first-aid kit and my mask, but now I realize it's actually really important. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred I won't ever need it, but on that hundredth time, like at the bus station, when I really need it, it'll be there and I can help. What made this time so horrible to me, I think, was because it was an old man, and after he fell, he looked so dazed and confused, so out of it. I remember when my grandfather was perfectly fine and lucid, but I also remember when he was really confused and lost and didn't remember who he was. I think that image will follow me for the rest of my life. ( On a lighter note, my schedule for next semester... ) believe me, love

FASHION ZOMBIE OH NOES!! [26 Nov 2007|02:23am] I am a shoe whore. My aunt took my sister and I shopping on Black Friday (ZOMG I KNOW IT WAS INSANE) and all I bought were shoes. FIVE PAIRS OF SHOES. Another pair of the sneakers I got that time in Jersey (which are comfortable as all hell), a pair of snow boots that make me feel like an ASTRONAUT, and three pairs of heels. I got these cute little Mary Janes and these tweed ones with buttons on them. AND OMG. THE SEXIEST ANKLE BOOTS ON THE PLANET. Gray and three-inch heels and OMG YUM. I just wear them around the house and I feel like twelve billion times better. I made oodles of gingerbread cookies, like ZOMG SO MANY so I'm bringing a bunch of them back to school to share with people. They're all heart-shaped because we don't effing own any cookie cutters shaped like people, or anything else not related to Halloween for some reason. Lots of spiders, frankenstein's monsters, cats, ghosts, EEKS and BOOS but no fucking HUMAN SHAPED COOKIE CUTTERS. So they're hearts. The little ones are the best; they're bite sized! Going back tomorrow morning. Or, well, this morning. Cause it's like tomorrow already. I'm bored and I can't sleep. And so help me god, I'm both excited and disappointed about the Golden Compass movie. I'm excited because I imagined how the movie would be ever since I read the book in junior high, but very disappointed because I just KNOW it won't be the same as the book, even though it's a phenomenal cast. I watched the TRAILER and ALREADY had issues with how they portrayed the plot. FROM THE TRAILER. This movie is going to kill me. I don't think I'll be able to handle seeing it in a theatre. I'll just start cursing or screaming or worse, SOBBING right there in the theatre. I think I'll just go see Beowulf. That at least has a hot animated Angelina Jolie in it. That always makes things right. 6 believers|believe me, love

navigation [ viewing | most recent entries ] [ go | earlier ]