Hurrah, I finally have something to use as an online portfolio. I decided to just go ahead and use flickr.com. It’s just easier to upload and organize. I’ve already gotten TONS uploaded, and I’ll continue to get those up — which is where my work is focused right now, instead of blogging. I also need to get some plays written while I’m home . . . so I’m keeping busy.
Hope every one had an excellent Christmas and has fun and safe plans ready for New Years.
Categories: Nothing
Tomorrow I am taking a daytrip to NYC with Carly to see Equus. I’m SO excited! I’ve been dying to see that play since we read it in my playwrighting class. I leave at 6am and won’t be back until 2am Monday morning, but I’ll blog then and let everyone know how it is. PLUS I’m just excited to get to go to NCY again, even if just for the day.
Categories: New York City
my writing portfolio for my nonfiction class. It is 92 pages long. But I’m not glad, I just feel like a failure, because why couldn’t I make it to 100?
Categories: School
After two hours of restless sleep (nightmares!), I went to my two classes where lots of funny things ensued.
First, in my philosophy class, at the very end I managed to dump my entire cup of coffee ALL over my desk, my lap, my coat, and my umbrella. There was a collective gasp and then Professor Baeten asked, “Is it hot?” I answered in an eerily monotonous voice, “No . . . but my skirt is white.” Then, realizing that I was holding my papers in my lap and they might get covered in coffee, I literally flung three essays from me onto the floor a few feet away, which my professor then picked up and sorted out. I was so zombied out that I was completely incapable of taking care of myself, haha, and while two girls helped me dry my coat out and take my iPod out of the pocket, another girl ran to get paper towels, and a boy carefully picked my umbrella up, full of coffee, and carried it to the bathroom that’s right outside the door. He proceeded to dump the nasty coffee into the toilet while me and Alecia died laughing because we were exhausted and hysterical. So basically I made a huge mess and didn’t clean a bit of it up but just laughed until I cried. Poor Professor Baeten is probably SO ready for a break from me . . . but she’ll have me again next year for our third semester together!
I went to my next class, American Literature, exhausted because I only got three sips of the coffee I desperately needed. Funny things are typical in that class, mainly because me, Carly, Kelly, and Ajai (how does she spell her name?) are awesome in our little corner. We are in the far back corner, and it is sort of a joke that for some reason, Carly and me are always having conversations that our professor is listening in on. ALWAYS. CLEARLY listening in, and we love it. We frequently get in trouble for talking, but we think our professor secretly really wants to come just talk with us.
So today. Carly, Kelly, and I were discussing the hugh crush I have on Huck Finn that I didn’t really realize until last night, when intead of writing my essay I began work on an epic poem for him. It’s also common knowledge that I have a crush on George Washington, and of course this came up.
Me: Man . . . George Washington OR Huck Finn.
Carly: Well one’s a bit old for you and one’s a bit young.
Prof. from ACROSS the room: That’s just what I was going to say.
Also please note that CARLY has crushes on Emerson and Whitman, so she really has no right to criticize mine.
I am really going to miss both of those classes insanely much (ooh, bad sentence). And actually my other two classes as well. I’m very sad the semester is almost over, but VERY glad that finals period is almost over.
After discussing literary pieces that ALL involved slavery and black/white problems, my phone went off with the Kanye West ringtone “Golddigger.” Just great.
HOWEVER, it turns out that it was the florist calling (which I didn’t know until later) and I returned home to find: 
It’s from Mom and Jerry. Apparently my landlords got sick of having it in the office, so they broke into my apartment and left it on my desk . . . geez, I’m so glad the place is a WRECK and that there is trash every where and a candle right beside it that has clearly been burned and that I look like a slob . . . but isn’t the piece amazing?! It has PINE CONES and LITTLE RED BALLS and is in a snowman cookie jar. And a cookie jar was actually something I wanted for Christmas, so TA DA. It has cheered me up considerably.
Anyways, it’s been a fun day. I have laughed until I cried multiple times. Now it is time to take a quick nap and then get ready for ANOTHER all-nighter to put together my writing portfolio for nonfiction. Two all-nighters in a row is brutal. I don’t want to hear it, Ivy Leaguers. Studying might be boring, but try being CREATIVE when you are stressed and tired and under a lot of pressure.
occurrs when it is 6am and you have been up all night writing not one, not two, but THREE papers that are due Thursday (except for a brief one-hour period where you endured a really scary nightmare that had you scared to go to the bathroom) and you’re feeling all proud of yourself and patting yourself on the back because look at that, you just wrote three essays . . .
but then you realize . . .
you still have a HUGE nonfiction writing portfolio due Friday which means another all-nighter tomorrow (or today?), plus a philosophy portfolio AND huge philosophy essay due Tuesday, plus an American Literature final exam on Tuesday, plus your apartment is an absolute wreck, plus there are like Christmas parties and performances and fun things you want to do, plus you have class in a couple hours that you haven’t prepared for yet . . .
and then suddenly you aren’t patting yourself on the back anymore. You’re crying.
This morning I was awoken by a man yelling, “No, wait, let me move my truck first!” I leaned over and glanced out the window, and it was the delivery guy who had his truck blocking the left lane. A woman was about to pull her minivan in to park between him and the curb and really, she had plenty of room. When she pointed this out, he insisted, “No, I’ll move it, I’ll move. I don’t want you to hit my truck . . . it’s not that I don’t trust you or anything . . .” But you don’t trust her.
Three hours later two mounted policemen went clopping down the street. They patrol the Common; I think it’s one of only two places in the country that still has mounted policemen. They’re a little lost, though, to be outside my apartment.
As soon as they passed, a man in a black trenchcoat and a bowler hit walked down the sidewalk.
Um, apparently I now live in the 19th century? Where’s my bustle skirt!
that with my new snowman mug (which you can see in a picture two posts before this), his handle is on the right side and his face is on the left side of the handle.
What that means is, when you drink out of it, you suck on his eyes.
I feel awful about it, but what am I going to do? i need my tea!
Categories: Funny
Got up at 5am this morning -read: yucky- to make it to my 7am flight. I knew I was cutting it close with the weight on my bag: it wound up being 49.5 pounds, and the cut off is 50lbs. I believe that officially makes me the world’s best packer (no, I didn’t use a scale beforehand). I should give seminars.
Slept through almost the whole flight. Landed in Boston to discover the airline broke the wheel off my HUGE bag, and so I had to DRAG this 50lb. bag to the taxi stand, and then down a block from where the taxi dropped me off. I discovered the carbon monoxide detector was beeping in the Loft and had to go tell the office (low battery), and then made a mad dash to my noon class. Got there at 12:27 to find . . . an empty classroom. Turns out my professor e-mailed everyone because she’s stuck in the midwest. Go figure. I also had an e-mail from the teacher for my class after that in which he made it *sound* like class was cancelled, and I knew my friend wasn’t going to be there, and I knew I had a LOT to do. So I skipped.
On my way home, hit up Border’s to get the extended Prince Caspian DVD which came out TODAY and BOOYAH: I got the very last one in the store. I went and asked at information because I could only see the regular version, and she called around the store. An employee grabbed the last one and waited for me at the bottom of the escalator to hand it to me, and the employee I had asked led me down to meet him. I felt sort of like VIP, and the lady at checkout gushed how jealous she was that I got the last one.
Came back and slept like a fiend, then set in to doing all the cleaning that I didn’t get to do before I went home. Bright spot: discovered Grandma had copied down her cornbread and chili recipe for me and I apparently tucked it in a bag and I found it today! Downspot: did you know coffee molds? I guess I had assumed it didn’t. Fortunately it’s rather friendly moldy and washed out of the caraffe very easily. Unfortunately, there’s an AWFUL smell coming from the bathroom sink and it only gets worse when i run the water. Seeing as I visited the office twice and called once today, I’m almost scared to call again, haha. But it’s awful smelling.
On a further bright spot, I decorated the Loft for Christmas!! Here are pictures!:
Those have flour, sugar, rice, coffee, and the other one will be brown sugar. I also got a sugar pourer thing for splenda, and a cute little shaker for my cinnamon. The organization is good for my heart.
Forthcoming: a video blog showing the coolest part of the decorations, AND a post about laundry like I promised.
Categories: Boston · Fun · Pictures · School · The Loft · Travel
My Christmas tree just tried to kill me. Me, Mom, Thomas, and Brittney put it up Saturday night because it’s kind of a fun family thing we do together most years. Not last year, because I was in Europe and didn’t get home until like five days before Christmas. But so this year we put it up so that Mom can enjoy it for the last two weeks of this semester that Thomas and me will be away. Our Christmas Tree is LOADED DOWN. We have been collecting ornaments longer than I’ve been alive. Instead of spoons or thimbles, we collect Christmas ornaments. I even collected ornaments from every country I’ve been to. Needless to say, many of our ornaments are very meaningful.
So here, twenty minutes ago, I’m sitting on my couch on my laptop when suddenly I hear the crash starting. The tree is literally right behind me; I’m leaning against the arm rest and the tree is behind me. I manage to stick my hand out to try and catch it, but all THAT does is let one of the branches give me a pretty deep gouge in that space between my thumb and forefinger on my right hand; you know, EXACTLY when your pen rests when you right.
The tree hit the floor. The base it was propped up on broke. Maybe the tree was inbalanced? I don’t know. But a dozen or so ornaments have broken, including the little green glass Harrod’s shopping bag I got in London last year (which I’m sad about, but I’ll get another one next year), and two fancy glass balls Mom had gotten –one with an otter on it for my brother, and one with the Christmas traditions of Scotland etched on it.
I dug out the broken and fallen ornaments that I could and put them in piles, but since the base is broken I have no way to stand teh tree up. There’s no telling the ornament massacre that awaits me under the tree. I’m hoping no more broken ornaments, but my hopes are having a hard time getting off the ground . . .
And speaking of the Christmas spirit, how about some sympathy for my poor hand? Now it has the awful burn (which looks like it’s going to scar a bit) AND the stupid tree branch gouge. Honestly!
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