Margaritas and Christmas Decorating.
Well - this alleged "break" has come and gone. OK, I admit - I did ZERO homework. Now I shall pay.
My break was interesting.
I DID get to see my wonderful Moe and hash out life for a bit. She's incredible. I told her not to get eaten by killer antz in Costa Rica next year. She said then I could write my grad school writing sample about it. I said okay.
We spent actual Thanksgiving in Omaha with my brother and sister-in-law and crew. I spent many hours throwing a chew toy for Sadie - that dog does NOT wear out. I then proceeded to kick my brother's ass in Mortal Kombat...until my hand got too tired from pushing all the buttons too hard. And THEN. I made...
Yes. A traditional English Trifle. With a layer of ladyfingers, custard WHICH I made from scratch, beef sauteed with peas and onions... Okay. Maybe not so "traditional". Crumbled gingerbread, pumpking pudding, vanilla coolwhip - repeat. It was SOOOOOO good. After eating too much, we played Life, Operation, and Scrabble. My words were the best - too bad the points sucked. But George kept my feet company on the floor.
Most wonderful of all, I got to see my best friend, who I have not seen since last Christmas - is that possible? I think we shrieked and scared the customers at Baristas. So we went for margaritas where we would not be so distracting. We caught up, talked out life, the future, everything. After getting to know the bartender more than we would have liked, we split with another great friend I hadn't seen since Christmas.
Saturday was spent decorating the house and that ritualistic viewing of Christmas Vacation. Today I drove home through an ice storm. Now, I must go to choir rehearsal. Score. (LOL - I crack myself up...)
Hope you all had fantastic Thanksgivings. Peace and love to ya.
Son of a NUTCRACKER!
Flat tire. Good thing my daddy showed me how to change one. However, my skills were only needed for the preliminary loosening of the bolts and jack placement - then a BEAUTIFUL man with BEAUTIFUL dreads came over and helped me with the rest. I actually had a really good conversation with him. Yay flat tires? Now my car looks pathetic, the little donut which makes me scared to go above 30 mph. Let's hope I can get it fixed first thing in the morning. Let's hope.
robert deniro's mole has gotten bigger...
maybe it's just me...
Anyway. I'm a bit giddy and scared. I just got my first reference for graduate school - my Creative Writing professor from last summer. I'm so incredibly happy because she was my first choice of reference. So...here we go I guess! It's actually happenening.
One of my friends from freshman year and I got together last night...wondering how it was possible that we are graduating. Wondering how the hell we became old enough to apply to graduate school. It's like senior year of high school all over again...*shakes head with disgust*. The applications, the references, the resumes, the personal statements, the application fees, the waiting, the wishing, the dreaming, the reality checks, the fuzzy so-overwhelmed-with-schoolwork-i-want-to-run-away feelings... WawaWEEwa.
In other news. I'm seriuosly considering quitting my job at the end of the year. I'm hoping to get my job back at the residence halls for next semester - just one night a week for like 4 hours or something. That's a little spending money, and I actually somewhat enjoyed that job. If I'm gonna get paid shit (aka the same amount the bookstore pays me to bust my bum), I might as well be able to do homework, wear whatever I want, and not be forced to "meet and greet within 10 feet". Even if the bookstore said I could cut my hours to 5 hours a week, that place is just going downhill... I'm feeling guilty though because I've never quit a job without the reason of "moving". In reality though, I need as much time as possible next semester to finish up applications and do my thesis project. So I feel a bit justified.
Well. That is all. Oh yeah - no study abroad photo finals for me...I didn't win a single category of the four. Bummer. Oh well, I still like my photos. :) Aight. Peace and love to ya loves. I've got work to do.
That iz niiize. High five!
***This is just a personal rant about the controversy surrounding Borat. So feel free not to read. Just putting it out there.***
Borat. I find it possibly even more hilarious than the movie itself (which is a pretty big feat considering my body was exhausted after laughing itself silly and tensing up the moment I saw a man wearing a NEBRASKA HUSKERS sweatshirt enter the most bigoted and ignorant rodeo arena in the US) that the people who agreed to be in the movie are now suing the creators. (Can't wait for my UK friends to see it and associate that crowd and the comments made there with Nebraska...)
Example A. Two drunken frat boys. Does the fact that they were "wasted" make it anymore okay to make racist and sexually discriminatory comments? They made asses out of themselves because they are, in fact, asses. The fact that the whole country now knows it, well - don't sign things when you're drunk. Did they pour the drinks down your throat? No one is responsible for your behavior or the things that come out of your mouth but YOU. I think that alone shows how much character you hold.
And this giant tizzy and controversy that it "went too far" - well, no. It gave an honest look into what kind of creeps you can still find in this country, and the treatment someone can receive who is the slightest bit different from an "American" - whatever that is. As for it being labeled as "racist" and "anti-feminist", the only people who came off looking like assholes, were the white, middle-class men who are, in fact, ignorant assholes. How is it that a crowd who actually cheered to "George Bush drinking the blood of every man, woman, and child in Iraq" is not being targeted for criticism? What does THAT say about our country? His anti-Semitic comments? Come on people - Sacha Baron Cohen...doesn't that sound the LEAST BIT jewish? He is from an Orthodox Jewish family! If anything, this movie was a brilliant tool to uncover the racism, prejudice, and sexism that truly do still exist in this country...maybe it's about time that people stopped kidding themselves into thinking it's a problem of the past and opened up their eyes. Perhaps this giant controversy is exactly what the aim of the film was in the first place - perhaps people will learn to think before they speak.
And above all - IT"S AN EFFING COMEDY! Sacha Cohen is a COMEDIAN! Take it with a grain of salt and the eight dollars YOU paid to see it, or at least take a small lesson on intercultural communication from it. WahwahwEEEwah!
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Okay that's all for that. Sorry. Just been reading news articles and seeing news reports about it - making me laugh.
Back here in the land of the NEBRASKA HUSKERS, things are aight I guess. I went to see the opera La Boheme on Friday night which was pretty beautiful and wonderful. It was partly the basis for RENT - just in case you didn't know. The girl who played the lead used to sit by me in choir my freshmen year - now she is a grad student and holy hell has she grown some operatic lungs. (PS - Kristen, mr. baritone from Carmina Burana was in it - yay!) Big exam tomorrow (for which the studying has been postponed due to a 3 hour nap from which I have just awoken. Studying is overrated. Ummm...really nothing else exciting to report. Peace out. High five!
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Okay edit. I just read an article about the village in Romania that was used as Borat's home village - they can sue the bejesus out of the film creator's because they were portrayed in a very negative light and not explained what was going on. The vice-pres of the company made some disgusting comments about the people there, and they only paid the people the equivalent of about 6 US dollars to be in the film. So with that, I do not agree. It's one thing to unveil the serious character flaws of our soceity's mentality and so-called equality, but this was something completely different.
If my heart could write songs, they'd sound like these.
you bastard-covered bastard with bastard filling.
so's your face.
(*yay for season 4 of scrubs.)
Baba ba-ba-ba-bah bah Buuuuhhhh.
What a WEIRD day. Let's begin.
Met with my Thesis advisor...well I suppose if you don't know the story from the first meeting, you won't get the full effect of this story. Either way, I survived. Though I now find myself confused upon the connection between my study abroad experience and the hunter-gatherer civilizations of yore (nomad societies, as my advisor clearly, ACTUALLY presented me with the definition of a nomad. thanks. I'm not stupid.) So after a day of not seeing this supposed link, I have come to a conclusion: either she is brilliant beyond my understanding...or she's nutty. We're talkin, nuts-on-brownies-yuck nutty. This time I stifled no tears...just echoing-through-my-apparently-empty-skull laughter. Oh yes, and one month later, I still have no thesis for my Thesis. Because (oh here comes the word again) APPARENTLY I don't know what a thesis is.
Moving on.
Went to The Mill with Schy - holy hell that was needed. This semester must be the universal "wtf" semester for all people everywhere. I'm beginning to think those slang creators were genious - the shit HATH hitteth the fan. It seems that everyone is being dealt a little too much to deal with. I'm (shamefully) comforted to know I'm not the only one feeling this way, but man does it make for some odd conversation. Thank God I have a friend like Schy here who I can be crazy with, but not like "rub syrup in your hair sit naked on the back porch" crazy. (Okay I can't take credit for that phrase - mad props to my cousin Justin). A simple "I need to vent, let's drink lots of coffee" crazy.
So here I am.
In the middle of studying for yet another exam tomorrow morning, procrastinating the night (morning?) away. I just really don't care anymore. I'd forgotten that feeling of senioritis. (Is that the inflammation of the senior? Yeah...actually that sounds about right...) I'm ready to graduate. If nothing else, I'm ready for next semester - it's about time for a break. Well, I better go read about some more FASCINATING information about women... Yay Sociology.
Wolverines. Let's roll.
A sad truth of my day.
As I drove to work this morning, the moon was shining brightly in the sky. As I drove home from work tonight, the moon was shining brightly in the sky. Does anyone else see a problem with this? Elapsed time: 12 hours, 21 minues.
On the bright side of things, that was my LAST damn 'football' game EVER! I get Thanksgiving break off (which includes the ACTUAL last game of the season)! This really nice guy I work with invited me to his annual Christmas bash - at which I shall drink for free because I did his share of the inventory.
My feet are dead. I'm goin' on break.
Heck yes.
1) ONE-hundred and twelve E. I am fully registered for CREC 112E - Personal Defense next semester. 1 credit hour. Meets on Sunday nights for a whopping 4 weeks of the semester. Yesssssssssssss. I'm going to have great skills when it's over.
2) exam number TWO. I just got a C on my perception exam #2. And the funny thing is, I aced the section about auditory systems (which I didn't even read) and did pretty shitty on the section about color perception (which I read twice). Just proof that studying is only a hindrance to my brilliance. Or that our professor words questions in a really bizarre way...
3) THREE dr. peppers. pretty self-explanatory...
4) FOUR weeks. We started working on our Christmas Cantata at choir last night. Our Choral Garland is in 4 weeks. Does anyone else find this odd?
5) FIVE weeks. I am NOT a fan of college at the moment. Ask me again in 5 weeks.
6) geese a-laying... that's all i've got for now.
Io bevuto una cola.
Not a real one. Diet. DDP. You know. These are NOT "insert day here" words. It's just easier this way.
Halloween. Pretty low key. Watching Ghost Hunters with J and Danny and some fine cider ale.
Shock Collar. What our new GM manager needs for everytime he says "Thank You" in the course of a day. "Thanks Haley for folding that shirt." "Thanks Haley for answering the phone." "Thanks Haley for coming to work today." I do what I can.
Shin splints. What I have now thanks to my most beautiful tan "I've got great boots" boots. They are filled with my blood. Boots+Work=BAD IDEA.
6 am to 5 pm. My shift at work on Saturday. EFF "football".
The Pop-up Book of Sex. seriously. We sell it in our bookstore. We stole a glance today. No joke - there are pull-tabs.
Schy. A pretty awesome woman. A pretty amazing friend. Who I just spent a couple hours with. Who just gave me a pair of PINK PUMA SHOES! I heart Schy.
PINK PUMA SHOES. awesome.
Cherry Sniffy Markers. What I spent a few minutes of my life inhaling tonight. Schy told me I could keep it. I refused. Thought I might eat it...
Save the Last Dance. What is on my television at the moment. I mean, no...I'm watching a documentary on ... eh. Who am I kidding.
Murder by Death and the Hush Sound. Concert I am attending on Sunday.
Chocolate. I ate some for breakfast.
Pasta. I made some for supper.
"Haley". My honors seminar professor's new favorite word. Apparently. If there's a question that NO ONE will answer..."Haley. What do you think?" Scheisse.
Kel. My friend who moved to the AZ and I haven't spoken to in over a year, but to whom I spoke an hour ago.
Lost. What I'm going to watch now. peace out.
