winterophelia

Week in review so I can immortalize my last, fascinating weeks of college in livememory.

Tuesday: Told that I was not going to pass Jenelle's class, and therefore would not actually be graduating for reals. Worked on elevator caper with Paul. Watched Trigun with Nate until we fell asleep.

Wednesday: Elevator caper. Pictures here. Turned science center elevator into a p.i. office. I was Cynthia, Dixon Hill's secretary. Being on an elevator all day does weird things to your legs. Watched The Shining for the first time. It was kind of disturbing and scary. Nate falling asleep and breathing on the back of my neck didn't help. Jack Nicholson might be the only person who's gotten less creepy with age.

Thursday: Dicking around...I don't remember anything specific.

Friday: Meeting about academic things. I can probably just take a summer course to square it away. Whew. Concert/recital thing. Lit ball with Clare. Finished Trigun finally.

Saturday: Really really free market. Worked on bikeshare bike with Paul. Sunburn. Worked on Mike's car a little. Beers outside with those other kids. Watched Wall-e with Paul, Clare, and Nate. It was adorable and really sad from time to time. After everyone left Nate and I watched The Matrix for some reason with some glorious Drunkington time as an intermission.

Sunday: Game. took. forever.

Today: Went to lunch with Mike, got some super cheap sunblock that has the consistency of paint, put on white trash looking clothing, then we got paint brushes and 40s and worked on his car. The drunk made me tired and I took a nap and I've been staring at screens ever since.

Tomorrow I do most of Tom's paper. Also, last day of classes. O.o

( picture meme stolen from Emily )

Things have seemed extra college-y lately and I'm not sure why.

Last week was super quiet as Brasington was getting geared up for his one man play, Patrick barely exists during the day because of his nocturnal job, and Mike spends most of his time with Elsbeth now and is infrequently home. I came dangerously close to restarting my wow account, but resisted temptation and have been working on my Shadowrun character instead. One build is a vampire Voodoo chick and the other (just for shits and giggles) is a party centaur. He has all the spells like intoxicate, orgy, and entertainment.

At some point during the week I came home to Patrick practicing taking off his suit so that Dan Aykroyd (who was in Madison signing stuff) could sign his boobs.

Friday I went to Brasington's show "Here Lies Henry", which was really very good. Mike and Bill had a very short game of naked/strip tag, and then there was abundant sitting around on Whitney ground trying to figure out something to do. Something ended up being making brownies with a peanut butter center and n64 games. Then Nate and I watched season 3 of Venture Bros. until very late o'clock.

Saturday contained a lot of lollygagging until early afternoon when we had a group cleaning of Mike's room to prepare for Macks who is without home due to flooding. We set him up with a pretty sweet spread including a computer (does not work), record collection and player, bass and amp, tv and Nintendo+games, and awful promo material from the 90s WBCR got rid of. Emily and Elsbeth worked on their theses forever. Becca Miner made a onesie out of some of Mike's clothes while she, Nate, and I wrote a collaborative story about the Brasington Twins. Usual C-haus sitting, though Mike was more filled with rage than usual as the contrast between the week and work was more dramatic than usual (happy week vs stupid drunk people). Brasington turned into Drunkington. Passed out way early. It was nice to have so many people around, though.

Sunday was restless nearly all afternoon. Had a sammich. Game was canceled. I altered a shirt. Nate and I ate greasy Chinese food and watched Trigun until the sleep times.

For a fairly uneventful weekend, that's quite a long entry. I was just reading old entries and wishing I had been more explicit in describing some things so I could better remember what had happened. This might be too much. Whatevs, who reads all of these things besides Md and me, anyway?

Now...
To-do list:
-watch A Thousand Acres & write a comparison with King Lear.
-figure out the other half of that Tom paper (good luck) and write it.
-go to the gym?
-clean room.
-Rob things.
-research for Eve paper.
-kill academics dead.

I realize I haven't really said anything about being back at school yet.
Classes all have a lot of reading. I love Rob LaFleur. Levi-Strauss is very interesting. Medieval women are not as obnoxious to study as modern women, but still a little hard to take.
We all finally finished our Andras papers.
Mike, Nate, and I lie in piles a lot, and often times Clare is there too.
One day maybe we'll play Shadowrun?
I live life constantly waiting for 9pm Friday night.
Mike did a "What Matters to Me and Why". One day maybe it'll get uploaded.
The day before yesterday included a very surreal trip to the dollar store and Culver's with Mike and Paul.
Last Saturday was full of pancakes, a long walk in areas that looked post-apocalyptic, Mike napping, sitting in a bathtub, food, and five people squished on one futon. Next time we go on a walk I need to take my camera...and wear proper footwear.
Last night Mike, Patrick, Emily, and I went to Mexican food. It was delicious and I think I'm still full from it.
I should do some work now, but I probably won't.

I seriously need to do work.
Seriously.
SERIOUSLY.
Instead I've been playing with my tarot deck and staring at comics.
This weekend we watched War Inc. and The Prestige (both v. good in their own, v. different ways) and were drunk via circle of death and had Scissor Sisters and Bruce Springsteen dance parties. Jameson, Kate, Veronica, and I went into the last 4 minutes of a TKE party for shits and giggles.

During the day I watched a loooot of Doctor Who and a wee bit of Turchwad. Here's what I think: Moffat and Davies should brainstorm overarching plots together, relying heavily on Moffat, Uncle Rusty writes the fist half, Moffat does the second. Then they each proofread the other's work to make sure there aren't any Tinkerbell Jesuses or River "Mary Sue" Songs in there and voila! Moffat doesn't fuck up the Doctor and RTD doesn't muck up any endings with dumb shit.
As far as Torchwood goes...let a blind chimp scribble on some paper and force John Barrowman to interpret that as a script...better yet, I'll write the rest of it. It really couldn't get any worse.

I could go on, but I won't. Instead, maybe some work on this paper is in order.
My bandwidth is probably going to be capped after today. Poo.
Soon is the going home time.
Braisington is speaking in tongues.
I'm hungry.
Goodnight.

I'll just leave this here.

It sums up fall break pretty well.


Mike just said the dorkiest thing that he's said in a long time. "D20 Modern: Wonder Boys Edition. You got the dog, and the guy, and Katie Holmes in your attic...Oola, there's a lot of NPC potential."

Edit: Film blog has been updated.

Ready to be done already, with work that is. Complete shit at going to class. No longer enjoying history as a major. Really wish I had done something more creative with maybe a history minor. That would have been nice. Too bad I despise most of the art kids and a bunch of the creative writing kids (except for Jameson, Kate, etc). I could have muddled through the people and probably tolerated the work a lot more, though up until last year I probably would have lacked a definitive enough style to actually be good at any form of art.
Oh yeah, dropping out of Beatrice's class because it drives me batshit insane. Feel better already.
Anyway, I've become an utter hermit, which I hate until the prospect of going into the outside world, and then I become terrified and smush myself under throw pillows in the couchboat. Kept receiving hilariously drunken phone calls from Ted/Jessie/Veronica/Austin/Kira/Kate/?? on Saturday trying to get me to come over/to Suds...but I didn't which I'm kinda kicking myself about now, but in rational hindsight was probably a good idea because I probably would have gotten sick like woah with too much violent motion. My tummy is evil and still upset with me.
Mike and I went to Rockford on Friday which was a lot of fun. Got new speakers and flashdrive, pink plaid shorts+suspenders, and a rebel alliance belt buckle. Mike got a Yo Gabba Gabba t-shirt and new shoes. Also, Starbucks. I have been starved.
Need to stop eating so much.
Late October there's apparently a wedding shower for my cousin in Boston, which means mom+laptop=:D:D:D!! Downside, what to get for a gift D:??
D&D needs to start now. Getting restless and tired of having no permanent signifier in my week to let me know what day it is. Radio show might have to change days for this to work.
Oh yeah, radio show. It exists. 11pm. Wednesday. For now. Truth be told, I'll probably get fed up with the station again like last year and quit. At least most of the total dickheads have graduated.
Getting a little scatter brained now. Trying to remember anything over exciting that has happened recently. Lost the battery to my camera, so digital knowledge is failing. All the coke and meth has eroded my memory. Bet I'll think of 2 or 3 things as soon as I hit post.

And so ends the biggest three day stretch of fail I've ever encountered.
At this point I actually don't give a fuck and am more or less done with everything, so whatevs.

I really want to chop off all my hair, but that's not a good idea before the wedding. Maybe after.

We conquered Rockband, but not before the bass pedal broke from all of us wailing on it for hours. There was retardo pseudo-drama. Bill, Mike, and I watched all of Frisky Dingo. Mitchell and I sang "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" at dinner karaoke. For Valentine's day Mike, Patrick, Emily, Bill, Clare, and I all dressed fancy and lay out a tablecloth in Commons. Veronica and I have spent a chunk of the last two weekends with the Jameson contingent <3! Chelsea Clinton and Barack Obama came to speak on Monday. It felt like the longest day ever, but was kind of fun--especially the part where Mike, Emily, Patrick, Mitchell, Bill, Veronica, Michael, and I were standing for 45 minutes in a 5'x5' square, crammed together like we were in line for a Beatles concert and Paul gave us all handfuls of peanuts. The lunar eclipse was pretty, but it was cold. Have some pictures here and here?

I've been feeling kind of weird for the past couple of weeks. I find myself constantly focusing on the same unimportant things and feel a little crazy. Have the same dreams every night. Do the same thing every day. Sometimes feel lonely even around people I care about a lot. I've been thinking "It's just a passing funk, I'll get over it," but this has been going on for about a month, how much longer is it going to last?

I took out all my dreads and am level 60.

The Patrick Wolf concert was amazing. I don't think I've felt as irrationally elated as I did after that show. He played most of Magic Position, but also Pater Pan, The Libertine, Tristan, Pigeon Song, Shadow Sea, Jacobs Ladder, and Bloodbeat (as the second encore). Sadly, I did not take this opportunity to procreate with him, so no children for me. I did get a little package of Magic Position promo pins from some lady on the street. Also, the train in Chicago is the most inefficient one I've encountered in my life thus far. It was terrible.

Other than that, things have been calm. Gave up my radio show. Lent Metalocalypse to Matt Tedesco. Did mine and Mitchell's laundry last night while we were watching his newly arrived Elton John 60th birthday DVDs. Elton for 4 hours is a beautiful but dangerous thing. Today Ward brought us frosties with umbrellas in them and got Mike a voice changer thing and me a spirally gum ball machine that moonlights as a nickel bank.

Fall break starts this weekend and all my men are leaving me. D: I also miss my momma. So, I kinda wish I was going home, but here won't be too bad. Plus I get to catch up on stuff! Fun....right?

So, I'm moved in, my rooms almost cleaned up, and I already despise almost all of my classes. I'm dropping Theater. Women/Diplomacy/Citizenship is basically a Women's Studies class, and seeing how I can't stand Women's Studies...well, it's awful. Slavery and Abolition looks like it has the potential not to majorly suck. American War in Vietnam, however, is wonderful so far. I'm really looking forward to it. Logic might kick my ass later on, but it's easy enough now and Matt Tedesco is ADORABLE.
Socially, it's been slightly weird, but getting better. I'm not as much of a sad sack as I originally feared I would be. Fun things have happened, they out weigh the annoying and bad by a lot. Pound of beef (not nearly as epic as last time), grocery shopping, costumed bike rides, setting up the lounge, guitar hero, 4am gossip, etc.

They're potentially giving me a costuming panel at Geek Kon in October. I am v. excited.

Escape pod is go.