"you're equating your pathetic love life with my record breaking tumor"

I like to whine about my work load, my lack of money, my blah blah blah... but really, I've spent 5 or 6 hours this weekend watching Grey's Anatomy. I don't deserve any sympathy!
But I am hooked on Grey's Anatomy. :o) And panda express's large diet pepsi. It sounds odd, but its a bad new habit of mine. I put on slippers and pjs and then realize i cannot go in public like this... so i drive across the street to the panda express drive through and get me a soda and some veggies. :) Its a delicious bad habit. Just wonderful.

(OMG this is getting so intense i have to stop blogging.)
(I mean the show is intense...not my papers.)

Celebrate Me Home

Ah, Kenny Loggins.

Well, I totally blew my week off school. I drove home after work on Wednesday (by home I mean my parents' house) and stayed there till Friday night. The only reason I came back to Roseville is the stupid meeting at work tomorrow morning. (Don't let me get started on how much Saturday morning meetings annoy me. Every Single Saturday Morning. Grrrr....). But anyway, home. :o) How I love home. I suppose at a certain age you are supposed to start considering where you currently live "home" and your parents' house becomes less "home" and more your "parents' house". But home is where the heart is, and mine will always be with my parents, and thus, at home. This house is nice, I love Jeremy and I love my cat and I love this area and our tiny floor plan, but its not home yet. It isn't home because I'm not letting it be. I'm such a baby, but I miss home!! Okay, enough whining. Just hard to let go of 3 days sleeping on the couch and watching reruns, eating homemade food and walking the dog. Hard to let go!

Bah!

So there are 2 papers due in the next few weeks, I haven't started writing either. I don't know why, but I have lost all motivation. Maybe it's because this is the end of the semester and it's important for me to get to work. For some reason I would just rather watch Goldie Hawn movies. Again, no idea why. :o) (Or I know exactly why. Because Goldie Hawn is excellent, and papers are not.)

But, since I made the 2 hour drive up to Home2 tonight, I should sleep. I have a very exciting meeting to attend in 8 hours, and I definately need to be ... awake. Or at least awake enough to drive there.

(Again, Bah.)

Its never over!

I got a B on my first paper. This is better than I expected, but lower than I'd like, so I'm going to revise and resubmit for an A. First, I need to write my final papers for both classes, and take a final, but after that I'll be resubmitting the genre paper.

The next paper I'm writing is based on a perceived social movement. I'm going to have to do a bit more digging, but I think that political candidates having myspace pages constitutes a social movement, something growing out of the Rock the Vote campaign. Freaking myspace. That shit pisses me off more than anything. Why advertise a political candidate before the primaries to children who are not even old enough to be voting?? Gotta be a reason. Gotta be a point. Gotta be a movement bubbling under there.

This week is my last week of school before a 2 week break! Week 1 is NCA, and I will not be going, so I'll be going home! I'm going to hang out at my parents' house for a few days, update my computer, take the new car to Capitol and get her a check up, spend the usual workday at Dave and Busters playing skee-ball. :) Oh how I love a week off. Then the week off for Thanksgiving. But neither is a real week off: papers are due in 5 weeks!! Time off is never really time off. Illusion.

I'm tired, I have 30$, and I have had the same headache for 3 weeks, but I am so happy. I don't think I've ever been so happy and proud of what I'm doing. I know I whine a lot, but I love it!

(And now back to work.)

This Is It

On a Sunday afternoon in October, where better is there to be than at a pumpkin patch picking a pumpkin to carve and set on the porch in anticipation of Halloween? I'll tell you where: kitchen table. Reading textbooks about theory and mulling the idea of nonexistence because of an ever-present but easily defeated web of floating communication. Yes, I wrote it, but it makes very little sense to me, too. :o)

This is the 7th week of school, my first semester in the Graduate program, and I've begun to wonder if this is it. Is this what I've been working toward? Is this what I've been thinking about all these years? No, not really. I imagined being the smartest person in school. Winning awards which would be named after me because genius of my caliber had yet to be discovered. HA! Not happening.

I turned in my first graduate level paper on Friday. I am happy with it, I know it's lacking in places but it is a paper for a class, not for publication, so I hope the little flaws will be overlooked. If they aren't... then I'll need to work harder next time. Either way, the award is faaaaar out of reach and I'm going to have to be content with giving presentations in class instead of delivering my acceptance speech.

Countdown to Wednesday (when I'll find out just how horribly my paper turned out): 3 days and 1 hour.

Till then, I'll just have to wait. Right here at my kitchen table. Reading textbooks about theory and pondering my existence.

Or I'll watch reruns of How I Met Your Mother and enjoy my Sunday night. Yea... that one wins. :)