So first things first, ducklings: WesFest is this week! So if any of you are on campus and want to come hang out, you should absolutely hit me up. I swear I am actually way more normal than this blog probably makes me seem. And this isn't the sort of thing where I'm offering just for the sake of offering — trust me, that's not actually a thing I do. So if you're up for it, hit me up, either in the comments of this blog or on twitter (alasallama).
Oh, yeah, I have a twitter now! I haven't written a ton on it, but that might change now that my thesis is done and I no longer have to feel guilty about being on the internet.
...Oh, yeah. My thesis is done, too. That's... a thing.
Honestly, I have no idea how to feel about that. I know that some of my posts have been a bit doom and gloom about it, and I'm not going to lie, I still don't think I'll be ready to look at it again any time soon? I mean, it was a struggle forcing myself to reread it while I was editing it, which, you know, presented its own special challenges to the editing process. But at the same time, I was also right in that last post: it's amazing to think that I did that. I wrote something that's 150 pages, including the cover page and bibliography. I wrote something that requires not only a table of contents but an acknowledgements section.
(For the record? Writing the acknowledgements section might have been the most fun part of the entire process.)
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Tuesday, January 21, 2014
An Open Letter to my Thesis [2013/04/05]
[Note: This was written a few nights ago, when I should have been writing my introduction. It is written somewhat facetiously. Sort of.]
[I'm also going to frontload you with cuteness here in the form of a picture of an adorable bunny rabbit. Just because.]
An open letter to my thesis:
I’m sorry I don’t love you. I should. I have been working on you, in one form or another, since September. I have been writing you since late November. I have been focusing all of my spare attention, every scrap I have to give, everything that is not being taken up by procrastination or class or the petty need to eat and sleep and cook, on you for months. I have spent more time on you than I have spent on any one thing in my life. I have complained about you so much that I suspect my housemates are beginning to fantasize about gagging me. I have allowed you to drive me insane.
I have given you most of me.
[I'm also going to frontload you with cuteness here in the form of a picture of an adorable bunny rabbit. Just because.]
An open letter to my thesis:
I’m sorry I don’t love you. I should. I have been working on you, in one form or another, since September. I have been writing you since late November. I have been focusing all of my spare attention, every scrap I have to give, everything that is not being taken up by procrastination or class or the petty need to eat and sleep and cook, on you for months. I have spent more time on you than I have spent on any one thing in my life. I have complained about you so much that I suspect my housemates are beginning to fantasize about gagging me. I have allowed you to drive me insane.
I have given you most of me.
THESIS SMASH [2013/03/22]
Oh, ducklings. I have… written. I have written, and I’m tired.
Spring Break thus far has been an exciting exercise in “How long can Sasha work without accidentally trying to open up tumblr?” (best record: two hours; worst record: one sentence) and “How crazy will Sasha drive her family while she is home and working on her thesis?” (hint: a lot) and “How crazy will Sasha drive herself while she is home and working on her thesis?” (hint: ALSO A LOT) and “How much will Sasha hate everything she has written as soon as she finishes writing it?” (hint: REALLY REALLY A LOT) and lots of exciting other questions like that.
This all probably sounds really negative and like I’m whining again, but honestly I’ve almost been enjoying myself, in a very weird and probably masochistic way. There’s something very interesting about feeling as if you’re attached to a rope that’s slowly fraying. It’s sort of exciting. And it’s made for some very entertaining moments thus far over break.
[under the cut: Thesis stuff, a comic!!!! and the two things that made me laugh the hardest this week. Warning: this post contains profanity.]
Spring Break thus far has been an exciting exercise in “How long can Sasha work without accidentally trying to open up tumblr?” (best record: two hours; worst record: one sentence) and “How crazy will Sasha drive her family while she is home and working on her thesis?” (hint: a lot) and “How crazy will Sasha drive herself while she is home and working on her thesis?” (hint: ALSO A LOT) and “How much will Sasha hate everything she has written as soon as she finishes writing it?” (hint: REALLY REALLY A LOT) and lots of exciting other questions like that.
This all probably sounds really negative and like I’m whining again, but honestly I’ve almost been enjoying myself, in a very weird and probably masochistic way. There’s something very interesting about feeling as if you’re attached to a rope that’s slowly fraying. It’s sort of exciting. And it’s made for some very entertaining moments thus far over break.
[under the cut: Thesis stuff, a comic!!!! and the two things that made me laugh the hardest this week. Warning: this post contains profanity.]
Monday, January 20, 2014
A Little Ray of Sunshine [2013/03/10]
[Note: Written on Saturday, during my "I am going to be productive by turning the internet off!" day; posted today.]
It has been a beautiful weekend, ducklings.
Well, okay, it’s been an unexpectedly snowy and then unexpectedly melty weekend, which has so far involved an awful lot of trudging through slush and getting my boots and socks absolutely soaked (and we all know that of life’s little inconveniences, wet socks are some of the worst), but! Why let that bring us down? The snow was beautiful, and now it is apparently fifty degrees outside, which is also beautiful because it means that hypothetically at some point we will actually get to that spring we were promised when Persephone agreed to leave the underworld for half the year. I have made delicious food, and subsequently dined on delicious food, and gotten my stitches out, and, okay, not been quite as thesis-ly productive as I wanted, but I have had some very positive meetings with my thesis advisor and my thesis mentor, so I’m feeling oddly at peace with the world right now.
It’s Spring Break, ducklings. Celebrate.
[Under the cut: The three states of thesis being and a LOT of food talk.]
It has been a beautiful weekend, ducklings.
Well, okay, it’s been an unexpectedly snowy and then unexpectedly melty weekend, which has so far involved an awful lot of trudging through slush and getting my boots and socks absolutely soaked (and we all know that of life’s little inconveniences, wet socks are some of the worst), but! Why let that bring us down? The snow was beautiful, and now it is apparently fifty degrees outside, which is also beautiful because it means that hypothetically at some point we will actually get to that spring we were promised when Persephone agreed to leave the underworld for half the year. I have made delicious food, and subsequently dined on delicious food, and gotten my stitches out, and, okay, not been quite as thesis-ly productive as I wanted, but I have had some very positive meetings with my thesis advisor and my thesis mentor, so I’m feeling oddly at peace with the world right now.
It’s Spring Break, ducklings. Celebrate.
[Under the cut: The three states of thesis being and a LOT of food talk.]
This is a Thesis Post. (Run. Run Now.) [2013/02/22]
Happy Fridays, ducklings.
Yes, yes, I know, my last blog was on Tuesday; how can I have come up with anything interesting to say in the few days between then and now? But somehow, I do always manage to say quite a lot without actually saying anything at all, so I suspect I'll manage. And this time I haven't just woken up from a nap, which is already a step in the right direction.
It's true that I haven't done much over the past few days, but I suspect that my life right now is supposed to consist of not doing much. Not doing much except writing, that is, and even then, I'm behind where I should be, considering that I'm going to need as much time as possible to edit my thesis into some semblance of decency. How is it that I'm about 75 pages in and yet I don't feel like I've gotten to the heart of my topic yet?
I'm buckling down this weekend, though. There's supposed to be a snowstorm, plus I wounded myself on Wednesday and don't really feel like leaving the house ever*, which are good enough reasons to stay in, bake some bread, and write. A lot. I think I'm going to have to institute some rules like my end-of-term rules last semester: turning off Airport so I can't get distracted by the internet, and allowing myself to break only to do other productive things. I can stop writing in the middle of a paragraph if I'm going to read a chapter in a book or actually format my citations properly. (And, for example, I'm allowed to not be doing work right now because I'm writing this piece of gloriousness.)
[* She says, like she ever really feels like leaving the house.]
Yes, yes, I know, my last blog was on Tuesday; how can I have come up with anything interesting to say in the few days between then and now? But somehow, I do always manage to say quite a lot without actually saying anything at all, so I suspect I'll manage. And this time I haven't just woken up from a nap, which is already a step in the right direction.
It's true that I haven't done much over the past few days, but I suspect that my life right now is supposed to consist of not doing much. Not doing much except writing, that is, and even then, I'm behind where I should be, considering that I'm going to need as much time as possible to edit my thesis into some semblance of decency. How is it that I'm about 75 pages in and yet I don't feel like I've gotten to the heart of my topic yet?
I'm buckling down this weekend, though. There's supposed to be a snowstorm, plus I wounded myself on Wednesday and don't really feel like leaving the house ever*, which are good enough reasons to stay in, bake some bread, and write. A lot. I think I'm going to have to institute some rules like my end-of-term rules last semester: turning off Airport so I can't get distracted by the internet, and allowing myself to break only to do other productive things. I can stop writing in the middle of a paragraph if I'm going to read a chapter in a book or actually format my citations properly. (And, for example, I'm allowed to not be doing work right now because I'm writing this piece of gloriousness.)
[* She says, like she ever really feels like leaving the house.]
Time Keeps On Ticking, Ticking, Ticking... [2012/12/01]
...into the fuuuuuuture. (What? You don't occasionally get the urge to title posts after Steve Miller Band songs from the 70s?)
Anyway, ducklings, today marks the day on which there are only approximately seven more days of schooldays. Or yesterday did, I guess, since I'm writing this at 2 am on a Saturday, but no matter. The point is: classes end during the upcoming week. More to the point: HOMEWORK HOMEWORK HOMEWORK HOMEWORK.
And, you know, other end-of-term things. Like my performance for Beginning Taiko, which was tonight and was AWESOME. Because taiko is awesome.
[Under the cut: That performance in greater detail, my new thesis-writing regimen, and adorable animals. Oh, and something odd?]
Anyway, ducklings, today marks the day on which there are only approximately seven more days of schooldays. Or yesterday did, I guess, since I'm writing this at 2 am on a Saturday, but no matter. The point is: classes end during the upcoming week. More to the point: HOMEWORK HOMEWORK HOMEWORK HOMEWORK.
And, you know, other end-of-term things. Like my performance for Beginning Taiko, which was tonight and was AWESOME. Because taiko is awesome.
[Under the cut: That performance in greater detail, my new thesis-writing regimen, and adorable animals. Oh, and something odd?]
My Mom Bugged Me Until I Posted This [2012/11/21]
[Note: For the sake of clarification, ducklings, this was written across Saturday, Sunday, and Tuesday, and thus the inherent temporality may be... confused. Hopefully not too badly.]
[Note 2: My mom really did bug me until I posted this.]
It’s almost Thanksgiving, ducklings, a fact that is at once both relieving and terrifying to me. It’s a relief because to be honest I feel like I could use a few days of not having class, where I can just collapse onto my bed and sleep for hours at a time. Seven hours, even. Maybe — I know this is a lot to ask for — maybe even eight or nine.
…Sleep and I have been somewhat estranged this week, I don’t know if you can tell.
But, of course, the flip side to that is that in addition to seeing my family and sleeping and cooking delicious food, I need to use the available time in order to do work. A lot of work. Work that I may or may not have been sort of avoiding for the past few days.
But enough of that! Back to the recap of my week to date.
[Under the cut: Spring Awakening, Oh! Megan, the beginning of my sure-to-be-illustrious (not really) career in voice acting, and a minor — minor! — rant about the future.]
[Note 2: My mom really did bug me until I posted this.]
It’s almost Thanksgiving, ducklings, a fact that is at once both relieving and terrifying to me. It’s a relief because to be honest I feel like I could use a few days of not having class, where I can just collapse onto my bed and sleep for hours at a time. Seven hours, even. Maybe — I know this is a lot to ask for — maybe even eight or nine.
…Sleep and I have been somewhat estranged this week, I don’t know if you can tell.
But, of course, the flip side to that is that in addition to seeing my family and sleeping and cooking delicious food, I need to use the available time in order to do work. A lot of work. Work that I may or may not have been sort of avoiding for the past few days.
But enough of that! Back to the recap of my week to date.
[Under the cut: Spring Awakening, Oh! Megan, the beginning of my sure-to-be-illustrious (not really) career in voice acting, and a minor — minor! — rant about the future.]
My Life Is Better Than Everyone Else's, Full Stop [2012/10/13]
Is that a boasting title? That probably seems a bit braggartly to you, ducklings, but I'm sorry, I can't bring myself to take it back. I would ask if you want to know why, but let's be real here, I'm going to tell you anyone. I'm going to tell everyone, because [insert drumroll here] I MET TERRY PRATCHETT.
Well, okay, perhaps I should go back to the beginning of the week first, if my memories of this week haven't all been swept away by the glory and wonder that was meeting the inestimable PTerry. So let's see, what did I do?
...Homework. And thesis research. I finished Dragnet, moved on to other shows, and then got told by my thesis adviser that it would make more sense to not watch all nine of my shows in chronological order, which is GREAT, because now I can follow different themes across shows and don't have to work my way through twelve seasons of the original Hawaii Five-O before getting to the stuff that will be more pertinent to my research!
[Under the cut: How I met Terry Pratchett, and other stuff that isn't nearly as interesting to me but might be more interesting to other people who don't have my fanatical devotion to Terry Pratchett.]
Well, okay, perhaps I should go back to the beginning of the week first, if my memories of this week haven't all been swept away by the glory and wonder that was meeting the inestimable PTerry. So let's see, what did I do?
...Homework. And thesis research. I finished Dragnet, moved on to other shows, and then got told by my thesis adviser that it would make more sense to not watch all nine of my shows in chronological order, which is GREAT, because now I can follow different themes across shows and don't have to work my way through twelve seasons of the original Hawaii Five-O before getting to the stuff that will be more pertinent to my research!
[Under the cut: How I met Terry Pratchett, and other stuff that isn't nearly as interesting to me but might be more interesting to other people who don't have my fanatical devotion to Terry Pratchett.]
Shock, Horror, Calamity, Etc. [2012/10/06]
I know what you're thinking: "Two posts in one week? Sasha, what are you doing? What's going on? THIS IS AGAINST THE NORMAL ORDER OF THE UNIVERSE."
Or maybe you're thinking, "...Wait, you posted twice in one week? You post at all? You write for this blog? Who are you???"
Or, possibly, you're thinking, "I should really go check my mail right now."
Or, even more possibly, you're sort of skimming this while you watch videos of adorable panda on Youtube and thus aren't really thinking very much at all. That's cool, I don't judge. Pandas are great.
(At this point, you might be thinking, "...Sasha, you've already spent more than 100 words trying to be telepathic. Get on with it already." Just for you, dear reader, I will indeed get on with it... under the cut.)
Or maybe you're thinking, "...Wait, you posted twice in one week? You post at all? You write for this blog? Who are you???"
Or, possibly, you're thinking, "I should really go check my mail right now."
Or, even more possibly, you're sort of skimming this while you watch videos of adorable panda on Youtube and thus aren't really thinking very much at all. That's cool, I don't judge. Pandas are great.
(At this point, you might be thinking, "...Sasha, you've already spent more than 100 words trying to be telepathic. Get on with it already." Just for you, dear reader, I will indeed get on with it... under the cut.)
The Mystery of the Missing Month [2012/10/01]
Did you know that it's October, ducklings? Are you ready for it to be October? Because I'm definitely not ready for it to be October. I wasn't even ready for it to be September, quite honestly.
This morning I woke up and smelled a distinctly autumnal tint to the air — well, no, that's a complete lie. This morning I woke up, groaned at my alarm clock, turned over and went to sleep again. Unfortunately, my alarm clock doesn't understand basic concepts like "decency" or "kindness," and mercilessly continued ringing until I was forced to crawl out from under my warm blankets into the pitiless open air. By that point, I was mostly just glad that the sky didn't look like it was going to rain buckets like it did for approximately half of yesterday.
(Me, to Housemate Katie yesterday when the day went from golden sunshine to thunderstorms: "I have a very important question for you."
Housemate Katie: "Hmm?"
Me: "WHEN DID IT START RAINING?!"
Housemate Katie: "...I'm going to go back to napping now."
Housemate Katie does not share my almost-journalistic devotion to uncovering the truth.)
[The adventures of Sasha the Super Sleuth will continue, under the cut!]
This morning I woke up and smelled a distinctly autumnal tint to the air — well, no, that's a complete lie. This morning I woke up, groaned at my alarm clock, turned over and went to sleep again. Unfortunately, my alarm clock doesn't understand basic concepts like "decency" or "kindness," and mercilessly continued ringing until I was forced to crawl out from under my warm blankets into the pitiless open air. By that point, I was mostly just glad that the sky didn't look like it was going to rain buckets like it did for approximately half of yesterday.
(Me, to Housemate Katie yesterday when the day went from golden sunshine to thunderstorms: "I have a very important question for you."
Housemate Katie: "Hmm?"
Me: "WHEN DID IT START RAINING?!"
Housemate Katie: "...I'm going to go back to napping now."
Housemate Katie does not share my almost-journalistic devotion to uncovering the truth.)
[The adventures of Sasha the Super Sleuth will continue, under the cut!]
THIS IS A POST [2012/05/14]
HELLO DUCKLINGS
TODAY I AM WRITING THIS POST IN ALL-CAPS TO SYMBOLIZE THE FACT THAT IT IS READING WEEK AND MY STRESS IS GETTING VERY LOUD INSIDE MY BRAIN
>:(
ON THE UPSIDE THERE WILL BE PICTURES OF FLUFFY ANIMALS
SO THERE'S THAT
[UNDER THE CUT: ...basically more of the same.]
TODAY I AM WRITING THIS POST IN ALL-CAPS TO SYMBOLIZE THE FACT THAT IT IS READING WEEK AND MY STRESS IS GETTING VERY LOUD INSIDE MY BRAIN
>:(
ON THE UPSIDE THERE WILL BE PICTURES OF FLUFFY ANIMALS
SO THERE'S THAT
[UNDER THE CUT: ...basically more of the same.]
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Because Moose Make Everything Better [2011/12/27]
HAPPY HOLIDAYS, PEOPLE. Yes, that’s right, I am a proud “happy holidays”-er, because honestly, for me, it is a holiday season. As a somewhat-secular Jew, I do Chanukah; as a not-at-all-Christian-except-for-the-fact-that-I’m-related-to-some, I do Christmas; as a vacation-time-didn’t-sync-up-so-I’m-going-to-visit-other-members-of-my-family-a-few-weeks-from-now, I’m going to be doing a second/pseudo-Christmas in January; as a NELA-hopefully-sort-of-broad-minded-person-who-also-knows-some-religious history, I both recognize that other people are celebrating different holidays/no holiday at all and remember that Christmas was really adapted from solstice/Yule celebrations in order to entice the Pagans to convert; and then of course there’s New Years.
[NELA = New England Liberal Arts schooler. NELAs have their own sensibility, similar to that of other secular liberal arts schools, but with its own particular flavor of disaffected hipster radical. Midwestern liberal arts schools tend to be more on the crunchy granola side.]
And let’s be real here, the mere fact that I’m finished with finals and now have enough free time to watch TV and laze around on the internet all day without worrying about homework is a holiday unto itself.
Granted, it’s only been about a week so far, and as I’m typing this I’m actually in a location with no internet, horror of horrors (although when I post this I will be in a wifi zone once more, obviously), and I haven’t been able to unfurl quite as much as I would have liked (...or post blogs, yes, I know, I'm awful, nobody cares), but that’s okay because I’ve been busy with tasks of AWESOME. And delicious. There was quite a bit of deliciousness.
[Under the cut: Reading week, a comic involving moose, and... somehow I manage to talk a lot while not really saying much else. Fun times!]
[NELA = New England Liberal Arts schooler. NELAs have their own sensibility, similar to that of other secular liberal arts schools, but with its own particular flavor of disaffected hipster radical. Midwestern liberal arts schools tend to be more on the crunchy granola side.]
And let’s be real here, the mere fact that I’m finished with finals and now have enough free time to watch TV and laze around on the internet all day without worrying about homework is a holiday unto itself.
Granted, it’s only been about a week so far, and as I’m typing this I’m actually in a location with no internet, horror of horrors (although when I post this I will be in a wifi zone once more, obviously), and I haven’t been able to unfurl quite as much as I would have liked (...or post blogs, yes, I know, I'm awful, nobody cares), but that’s okay because I’ve been busy with tasks of AWESOME. And delicious. There was quite a bit of deliciousness.
[Under the cut: Reading week, a comic involving moose, and... somehow I manage to talk a lot while not really saying much else. Fun times!]
Insanity, Thy Name is Reading Week [2011/12/11]
I've been researching for a paper since 2 pm today (with the occasional break for internet-style procrastination; for the record, as I type this sentence it is 11:49 pm) and my eyes are threatening to give out on me if I read another academic article, so it's clearly a good time to stop and blog for a bit. Following this post, I will either go back to taking notes, or I'll just throw my hands up in the air and go watch an episode of Community. (Better than six seasons and a movie: TWELVE SEASONS AND A THEME PARK.) Or the Big Bang Theory, which I've recently started to watch on the basis of many, many recommendations, or — no, I'm going to stop myself here, or I'm going to start listing all the shows I need to watch/finish over Winter Break, and that is really just not going to be interesting to anyone but me and the TV networks.
(Seriously, though. Save Community.)
Or, you know, there's always that silly option of "sleep," although whoever came up with that one clearly needs to do a little more market research into the habits of overstressed college students. Granted, I did get approximately seven hours of sleep last night, which would probably be more impressive if those seven hours hadn't taken place between 4:30 am and 11:30 am. Still, we do what we can, right?
And what I did was finish a paper, so I'm not going to pretend that one wasn't a complete and utter triumph. BOOYAH. One down, two to go. (The final portfolio for my fiction class was due before classes ended.)
[Under the Cut: The curious ironies of eating habits and reasons why my procrastination is totally not my fault]
(Seriously, though. Save Community.)
Or, you know, there's always that silly option of "sleep," although whoever came up with that one clearly needs to do a little more market research into the habits of overstressed college students. Granted, I did get approximately seven hours of sleep last night, which would probably be more impressive if those seven hours hadn't taken place between 4:30 am and 11:30 am. Still, we do what we can, right?
And what I did was finish a paper, so I'm not going to pretend that one wasn't a complete and utter triumph. BOOYAH. One down, two to go. (The final portfolio for my fiction class was due before classes ended.)
[Under the Cut: The curious ironies of eating habits and reasons why my procrastination is totally not my fault]
[...I totally posted this without a title. WHOOPS.] [2011/12/04]
HOME STRETCH, PEOPLE. WE CAN DO IT. Probably.
Today I am finishing up a short story due Tuesday (which I, um. Only remembered the due date of last Tuesday, but whatever! I'm good! I am so on top of things!) along with the second of two short essays also due on Tuesday. Following this, and in addition to doing my readings for the week, I will be writing two research papers from scratch, and thoroughly editing another paper which I have, thankfully, been working on throughout the semester.
I think I'm stressed by this information. However, at this point in my life I'm so used to stress that this barely even registers. Sometimes I think that removing the stress from my body would be akin to removing the blood from my veins, in that it would be messy, painful, and would probably lead me to immediately collapse on the floor.
Other things. Canterville went up this weekend, after a great deal of work and effort on the part of absolutely everyone who worked on it (WHO ARE ALL THE MOST AMAZING PEOPLE IN THE WORLD) and after I almost had a heart attack working on the program. I can't even explain how exciting it was, though: here's something completely ridiculous that my friends and I wrote, and then other people came along and set it to music and made it sound actually legitimate, and then other people came along and made it actually possible to put this shit up on a stage, and so that little ridiculous script became something actually real.
Not perfect, no, because we (the writers of the Wesleyan Musical Theater Collective) didn't always know what we were doing and only realized some of the changes we wanted to make when the show actually opened. But real, and really, really awesome.
And after winter break, it's on to the next one! And, you know, edits on the first one. All that good stuff.
Today I am finishing up a short story due Tuesday (which I, um. Only remembered the due date of last Tuesday, but whatever! I'm good! I am so on top of things!) along with the second of two short essays also due on Tuesday. Following this, and in addition to doing my readings for the week, I will be writing two research papers from scratch, and thoroughly editing another paper which I have, thankfully, been working on throughout the semester.
I think I'm stressed by this information. However, at this point in my life I'm so used to stress that this barely even registers. Sometimes I think that removing the stress from my body would be akin to removing the blood from my veins, in that it would be messy, painful, and would probably lead me to immediately collapse on the floor.
Other things. Canterville went up this weekend, after a great deal of work and effort on the part of absolutely everyone who worked on it (WHO ARE ALL THE MOST AMAZING PEOPLE IN THE WORLD) and after I almost had a heart attack working on the program. I can't even explain how exciting it was, though: here's something completely ridiculous that my friends and I wrote, and then other people came along and set it to music and made it sound actually legitimate, and then other people came along and made it actually possible to put this shit up on a stage, and so that little ridiculous script became something actually real.
Not perfect, no, because we (the writers of the Wesleyan Musical Theater Collective) didn't always know what we were doing and only realized some of the changes we wanted to make when the show actually opened. But real, and really, really awesome.
And after winter break, it's on to the next one! And, you know, edits on the first one. All that good stuff.
Sometimes I'm not actually sure what happens between my brain and the keyboard. [2011/11/19]
Hello, my lovelies! (Look at me, being on time this week and everything.) We're only a few days away from Thanksgiving break, which means we're only a few days from my forthcoming opportunity to spend 8+ hours in the test run of Wesleyan's DC-Philly shuttle. I'm looking forward to going home, though, so I can't complain — although I really do need to clean my room before I leave. Blargh.
In other news, all the students on campus received this email earlier in the week:
Which doesn't apply to me — not only would it be cruel to keep a pet cooped up in my messy little apartment, I also don't have the time or energy required to take care of anything other than my buckets of homework — but means that this has apparently been enough of a problem that they had to send out an email about it.
Which means that there are puppies and kittens on campus. There may even be puppies and kittens in my building. Or maybe, you know, gerbils or something.
[Under the cut: Small fluffy animals; a last summary of pre-reg; and your one and only chance to get a glimpse into the writing that's been occupying all of my time this week!]
In other news, all the students on campus received this email earlier in the week:
Which doesn't apply to me — not only would it be cruel to keep a pet cooped up in my messy little apartment, I also don't have the time or energy required to take care of anything other than my buckets of homework — but means that this has apparently been enough of a problem that they had to send out an email about it.
Which means that there are puppies and kittens on campus. There may even be puppies and kittens in my building. Or maybe, you know, gerbils or something.
[Under the cut: Small fluffy animals; a last summary of pre-reg; and your one and only chance to get a glimpse into the writing that's been occupying all of my time this week!]
Tardiness is Next to Godliness? [2011/11/13]
I'm late, I'm late, for a very important... blog post. Or something. White rabbits aside, I was at brunch today when I blinked and realized, "Wait. Did I really not update yesterday? Frig!" And then my friends laughed at me, which they often do. Most of the people in my life laugh at me; it's kind of my curse.
I have no idea why I forgot yesterday; I think I just had a 24-hour allergy to doing anything at all productive. I tried desperately to finish writing a paper, and yet I'm not even halfway through. (It's a three-page paper, too. About the design of the TV industry. This should really not have been quite so difficult.) I do have an awful lot of notes, though — at least twice the length of what the paper itself is supposed to be — so at least there's that.
My week, hmm... Well, we might as well take what little of it there is beneath the cut.
I have no idea why I forgot yesterday; I think I just had a 24-hour allergy to doing anything at all productive. I tried desperately to finish writing a paper, and yet I'm not even halfway through. (It's a three-page paper, too. About the design of the TV industry. This should really not have been quite so difficult.) I do have an awful lot of notes, though — at least twice the length of what the paper itself is supposed to be — so at least there's that.
My week, hmm... Well, we might as well take what little of it there is beneath the cut.
The Show Must Go On [2011/10/22]
First of all, apparently we have new bloggers! This is clearly exciting stuff, although now I'm going to have to step up my game or something to make sure you guys don't like them better.
Far, far sadder news: The Curious Savage has been CANCELLED, which I'm sure makes all of you very depressed, because I know that all of you were clearly intending to go see it even if doing so would require stealing a helicopter and landing it illegally on Andruss Field. (It would be a great entrance, I have to say. Although you'd have to make sure to check the weather report, because Andruss becomes a swamp after even the slightest amount of rain and there's a strong possibility that the helicopter would sink.)
Anyway, Curious Savage. It's weird — I've been in shows with a variety of strange and bizarre issues, but I don't think I've ever been in a cancelled show. It feels very... odd. You guys learned about potential and kinetic energy in school, right? It feels like that.
[<strong>Under the cut</strong>: Mini-science lesson, Lego Harrison Ford, the rest of my week, and the stuff I promised last week about study abroad.]
Far, far sadder news: The Curious Savage has been CANCELLED, which I'm sure makes all of you very depressed, because I know that all of you were clearly intending to go see it even if doing so would require stealing a helicopter and landing it illegally on Andruss Field. (It would be a great entrance, I have to say. Although you'd have to make sure to check the weather report, because Andruss becomes a swamp after even the slightest amount of rain and there's a strong possibility that the helicopter would sink.)
Anyway, Curious Savage. It's weird — I've been in shows with a variety of strange and bizarre issues, but I don't think I've ever been in a cancelled show. It feels very... odd. You guys learned about potential and kinetic energy in school, right? It feels like that.
[<strong>Under the cut</strong>: Mini-science lesson, Lego Harrison Ford, the rest of my week, and the stuff I promised last week about study abroad.]
Ranting and Raving and Recapping [2011/10/01]
So what happened this week? Well, rehearsals for The Curious Savage are coming along, and the more rehearsals I go to, the more hilarious I think the show is going to be. There are going to be so many ridiculously funny people on that stage, you guys. And I'm not even talking about myself, because I spend so much time concentrating on not laughing that I'm not sure I even have any focus left to be funny.
My classes are great as well — obviously, the front-runner is Narrative and Ideology, combining as it does 80s movies and a terrifyingly brilliant professor, but I've been enjoying my other classes, too. It's shaping up to be a really great semester, that way; I've always enjoyed my classes at Wesleyan, but I feel like I usually have one class a semester that leaves me either grumbling over my readings or asking myself, "Why did I take this class? I hate [subject redacted]. WHY DID I THINK THIS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?" Not so this semester, though! Although I do have a 3-page essay due next Friday which I... should really start working on.
Other than that, though, my week's been pretty quiet, which I guess is what happens when you have two night classes every week and occasionally spend too much time being a hermit. Last night I went to the birthday party of a friend of mine, which was pretty cool. I got to engage in a lot of geektalk, and let me tell you, you haven't lived until you've spent more than three hours straight talking about Doctor Who, Buffy, palmistry, Nickelodeon, and superhero movies.
I did also watch a decent amount of TV — Glee and The New Girl during my weekly Girl's Night, and the pilots of Two Broke Girls and Suburgatory. (Two Broke Girls: so-so pilot, decent premise, great actresses, possibly worth following. Suburgatory: actually, surprisingly funny pilot. I have no idea how long they're going to be able to stretch the fish-out-of-water theme, but I'm definitely going to be checking out next week's episode too.) Now I just have to catch up on Haven, Alphas, Eureka, and Warehouse 13 — and maybe finish Sherlock, Buffy, Community, and Misfits, and start watching Castle, Farscape... All that good stuff.
"So many TV shows, so little time," sounds like a cliche, but I'm pretty sure that's actually my life.
Randomly: today I am also going to attempt to make apple butter! If it doesn't turn out well, I'm going to have to just give up the ghost and admit that our slow cooker hates me. It must know my true loyalty is to the oven.
[below the cut: my promised rant on academic essays.]
My classes are great as well — obviously, the front-runner is Narrative and Ideology, combining as it does 80s movies and a terrifyingly brilliant professor, but I've been enjoying my other classes, too. It's shaping up to be a really great semester, that way; I've always enjoyed my classes at Wesleyan, but I feel like I usually have one class a semester that leaves me either grumbling over my readings or asking myself, "Why did I take this class? I hate [subject redacted]. WHY DID I THINK THIS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?" Not so this semester, though! Although I do have a 3-page essay due next Friday which I... should really start working on.
Other than that, though, my week's been pretty quiet, which I guess is what happens when you have two night classes every week and occasionally spend too much time being a hermit. Last night I went to the birthday party of a friend of mine, which was pretty cool. I got to engage in a lot of geektalk, and let me tell you, you haven't lived until you've spent more than three hours straight talking about Doctor Who, Buffy, palmistry, Nickelodeon, and superhero movies.
I did also watch a decent amount of TV — Glee and The New Girl during my weekly Girl's Night, and the pilots of Two Broke Girls and Suburgatory. (Two Broke Girls: so-so pilot, decent premise, great actresses, possibly worth following. Suburgatory: actually, surprisingly funny pilot. I have no idea how long they're going to be able to stretch the fish-out-of-water theme, but I'm definitely going to be checking out next week's episode too.) Now I just have to catch up on Haven, Alphas, Eureka, and Warehouse 13 — and maybe finish Sherlock, Buffy, Community, and Misfits, and start watching Castle, Farscape... All that good stuff.
"So many TV shows, so little time," sounds like a cliche, but I'm pretty sure that's actually my life.
Randomly: today I am also going to attempt to make apple butter! If it doesn't turn out well, I'm going to have to just give up the ghost and admit that our slow cooker hates me. It must know my true loyalty is to the oven.
[below the cut: my promised rant on academic essays.]
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