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imaginarycircus at 01:58pm on 19/10/2006
imaginarycircus at 01:58pm on 19/10/2006I've been feeling pretty low lately. I am doing too many things I don't really care about in terms of internships to get ready for life after grad school. All I want to do is write this novel and eat cookies. I haven't been writing or eating cookies though. I did start writing again Tuesday actually. So still no cookies, but yes slow progress. I should have a first draft by 2010.
I cut back on my hours at the Literary Agency and I opted not to go watch the Disney version of Beauty and the Beast with my undergrads today. And hour in public transit and then a Disney movie, followed by four hours of sitting around waiting in a building that was originally built as a prison? No thanks.
I read an actual book for pleasure too. "Julie & Julia" It made me laugh, it made me cry, it made me crave butter and vodka. Now if only the intense pressure in my sinuses would go away I'd feel nearly alive. And vodka seems to give murderous heart burn. I drink it anyway, but oh my god.
I can't wait to get my poor nun out of her convent. It will be a shock for her--but a hell of a lot easier for me. I'm going to stuff her with oreos and fancy underwear. Um, well I geuss not exactly stuff with her underwear, because that makes no sense.
We ran out of milk today and anyone who knows me (which seems like maybe two people these days) knows I drink cafe au lait. half strong coffee/half hot milk. And two teaspoons of skim milk in 10 ounces of coffee (yes I do have a 20 oz mug) is just not delicious. So now I have a caffeiene headache on top of it all.
I'm supposed to go to this Teaching Good Prose class this afternoon. I have not prepared at all. I'm not paying for it. I won't be graded. I find I get just as much out of it when I just sit there as when I have prepared because the prof. gives these rambling pointless, joyless lectures. My brain feels smaller and flatter when I leave that class room. And after tonight I still have six of these damn classes to go. I would stop but I am actually taking an independent study at my own little college based on the work I do there. So even if it is a pain in my ass, I will have to continue and write a nice paper and hand it in. Thankfully the people at my college and the people at the other college do not speak. Also I talk a lot in class, and I don't think anyone has realized I have given up.
I think this must be hormonal. Thank you PMS.
Of interest? The article in the NYTs about women's sexed up halloween costumes. I'm too braindead to say anything clever about it, except that it all links up in my head with the costumes and attitudes of both the chicks on "The Girls Next Door" (which fascinates the bejesus out of me) and also things I've heard about "The Girls gone Wild" videos and why girls think it is a good idea to make those things. I repect the Girls Next Door, because they are making a killing off of this whole thing. They are smart about it. The teenagers making the vidoes don't get paid, and think that exposing themselves to a sleezebag with a camera will be an entree into something better... Ouch. Insert interesting conclusion about female sexuality here, and how many young women are confusing looking attaractive to someone else with actually feeling sexually attractive--even when there is no one there to attract.
I cut back on my hours at the Literary Agency and I opted not to go watch the Disney version of Beauty and the Beast with my undergrads today. And hour in public transit and then a Disney movie, followed by four hours of sitting around waiting in a building that was originally built as a prison? No thanks.
I read an actual book for pleasure too. "Julie & Julia" It made me laugh, it made me cry, it made me crave butter and vodka. Now if only the intense pressure in my sinuses would go away I'd feel nearly alive. And vodka seems to give murderous heart burn. I drink it anyway, but oh my god.
I can't wait to get my poor nun out of her convent. It will be a shock for her--but a hell of a lot easier for me. I'm going to stuff her with oreos and fancy underwear. Um, well I geuss not exactly stuff with her underwear, because that makes no sense.
We ran out of milk today and anyone who knows me (which seems like maybe two people these days) knows I drink cafe au lait. half strong coffee/half hot milk. And two teaspoons of skim milk in 10 ounces of coffee (yes I do have a 20 oz mug) is just not delicious. So now I have a caffeiene headache on top of it all.
I'm supposed to go to this Teaching Good Prose class this afternoon. I have not prepared at all. I'm not paying for it. I won't be graded. I find I get just as much out of it when I just sit there as when I have prepared because the prof. gives these rambling pointless, joyless lectures. My brain feels smaller and flatter when I leave that class room. And after tonight I still have six of these damn classes to go. I would stop but I am actually taking an independent study at my own little college based on the work I do there. So even if it is a pain in my ass, I will have to continue and write a nice paper and hand it in. Thankfully the people at my college and the people at the other college do not speak. Also I talk a lot in class, and I don't think anyone has realized I have given up.
I think this must be hormonal. Thank you PMS.
Of interest? The article in the NYTs about women's sexed up halloween costumes. I'm too braindead to say anything clever about it, except that it all links up in my head with the costumes and attitudes of both the chicks on "The Girls Next Door" (which fascinates the bejesus out of me) and also things I've heard about "The Girls gone Wild" videos and why girls think it is a good idea to make those things. I repect the Girls Next Door, because they are making a killing off of this whole thing. They are smart about it. The teenagers making the vidoes don't get paid, and think that exposing themselves to a sleezebag with a camera will be an entree into something better... Ouch. Insert interesting conclusion about female sexuality here, and how many young women are confusing looking attaractive to someone else with actually feeling sexually attractive--even when there is no one there to attract.
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