OK, so I took the quizzish thing from Mum's site, and aparently I'm more adept at merciless actions against kindergarteners than I thought:
24
Again, It's still not high on my priority list for the weekend. That list looks more like, "dig garden, plant seedlings, buy and lay linoleum...."
et cetera.
Au revoir.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Yes; I do, in fact, exist
I know, I know, it's been forever, but it's been one hell of a BUSY forever.
FLAG, in cooperation with the Theatre club, are putting on a Lip Sync show on the 22nd, and as I am now (at least in name) VP I am very invested in this production. And a very last-minute production it's turning out to be. Urg, if this gets done again next year, a) we will advertise earlier than TWO WEEKS before the show, b) we will start planning a hell of a lot earlier than about a month before, and c) we will not hold it in the last bleeding month of school! [/rant]
On a happier note, I went to Le Batard's college this evening to see their theatre's production of Much Ado About Nothing. It was marvelous, hilarious, and as far as I remember from reading it early on in the semester in Shakespeare class, quite true to the text (with the exception of a slight dash of modern music and some men with twirlers...but they definitely added to it, IMHO).
I've picked out my classes for next semester (Fall '08) and will register on the 30th. I really, really, REALLY hope I can get into all of my art classes, especially the art history class. (It will cover a major requirement AND a separate Gen Ed requirement because it's a 'Non-Anglophone, Non-Western European' course. They have some SERIOUSLY odd Gen Ed requ.'s). Monkey and I get our numbers for the 'room lottery' this Monday. Honestly, I've had the system for room choice explained to me a few times, a few different ways, and it still doesn't make complete sense. I know enough to know that, as rising sophomores, we're screwed as far as getting our desired dorm. Or second choice. Or possibly third choice.
My philosophy for school work is "Don' worra boudit." This mainly pertains to my never-sufficiently-damned Econ and the Great Depression class, and somewhat to Shakespeare. Both have relatively intense papers due in, oh, 2 weeks I think. I only have one of the due dates burned so thoroughly into my corneas that it haunts my dreams while I try to sleep. Oh, and the final project for health class: "Create your own fitness program. Creatively." i.e. like a magazine, apparently.
Ignore the dull, repetitive thud-thump, it's only the sound of my brain bouncing against my skull as it pounds the wall of insomnia.
On a very slightly related note: While attempting to keep up with the economics prof in the foremost of the above listed classes, I found an exception to the grammar rule: 'i' before 'e' except after 'c,' or when sounding as 'ay' as in 'neighbor' or 'weigh.' The word: Efficiency. (although I suppose 'efficient' also fits the mould). This is what I remember most from practically all of 80 minutes of class. If it didn't also include history, I'd be screwed.
Monkey is hungry. Not an astounding, thought provoking statement, I know, but apparently the only sustenance sufficient for her is my thigh muscle. At least that's what she tells me. I make sarcastic references to 1800s Oregon Trail history and try not to fall asleep before she does.
It's 12:40 A.M. I need sleeeeeeeeeeep, especially if I am to attend church tomorrow. I truly, adamantly wish that the Unitarian Universalist Church was closer (were closer?) to the school so that I could walk there instead of to the nearby PC-USA. Even if they do feed us at the later. I want actual emotion in a service! If I wanted pseudo-wakefulness, I'd've stayed in bed and listened to the Prairie Home Companion on NPR. Even the old hymns they sing are not particularly good.
*le sigh*
Bon Nuit,
~Brill, who just realized her tag list is insanely long
(currently listening to the medley of Panic! at the Disco, Art Garfunkle, and C.W. McCall stuck in my head. I highly recommend it for anyone who wants the slow, colorful, winding path to insanity)
FLAG, in cooperation with the Theatre club, are putting on a Lip Sync show on the 22nd, and as I am now (at least in name) VP I am very invested in this production. And a very last-minute production it's turning out to be. Urg, if this gets done again next year, a) we will advertise earlier than TWO WEEKS before the show, b) we will start planning a hell of a lot earlier than about a month before, and c) we will not hold it in the last bleeding month of school! [/rant]
On a happier note, I went to Le Batard's college this evening to see their theatre's production of Much Ado About Nothing. It was marvelous, hilarious, and as far as I remember from reading it early on in the semester in Shakespeare class, quite true to the text (with the exception of a slight dash of modern music and some men with twirlers...but they definitely added to it, IMHO).
I've picked out my classes for next semester (Fall '08) and will register on the 30th. I really, really, REALLY hope I can get into all of my art classes, especially the art history class. (It will cover a major requirement AND a separate Gen Ed requirement because it's a 'Non-Anglophone, Non-Western European' course. They have some SERIOUSLY odd Gen Ed requ.'s). Monkey and I get our numbers for the 'room lottery' this Monday. Honestly, I've had the system for room choice explained to me a few times, a few different ways, and it still doesn't make complete sense. I know enough to know that, as rising sophomores, we're screwed as far as getting our desired dorm. Or second choice. Or possibly third choice.
My philosophy for school work is "Don' worra boudit." This mainly pertains to my never-sufficiently-damned Econ and the Great Depression class, and somewhat to Shakespeare. Both have relatively intense papers due in, oh, 2 weeks I think. I only have one of the due dates burned so thoroughly into my corneas that it haunts my dreams while I try to sleep. Oh, and the final project for health class: "Create your own fitness program. Creatively." i.e. like a magazine, apparently.
Ignore the dull, repetitive thud-thump, it's only the sound of my brain bouncing against my skull as it pounds the wall of insomnia.
On a very slightly related note: While attempting to keep up with the economics prof in the foremost of the above listed classes, I found an exception to the grammar rule: 'i' before 'e' except after 'c,' or when sounding as 'ay' as in 'neighbor' or 'weigh.' The word: Efficiency. (although I suppose 'efficient' also fits the mould). This is what I remember most from practically all of 80 minutes of class. If it didn't also include history, I'd be screwed.
Monkey is hungry. Not an astounding, thought provoking statement, I know, but apparently the only sustenance sufficient for her is my thigh muscle. At least that's what she tells me. I make sarcastic references to 1800s Oregon Trail history and try not to fall asleep before she does.
It's 12:40 A.M. I need sleeeeeeeeeeep, especially if I am to attend church tomorrow. I truly, adamantly wish that the Unitarian Universalist Church was closer (were closer?) to the school so that I could walk there instead of to the nearby PC-USA. Even if they do feed us at the later. I want actual emotion in a service! If I wanted pseudo-wakefulness, I'd've stayed in bed and listened to the Prairie Home Companion on NPR. Even the old hymns they sing are not particularly good.
*le sigh*
Bon Nuit,
~Brill, who just realized her tag list is insanely long
(currently listening to the medley of Panic! at the Disco, Art Garfunkle, and C.W. McCall stuck in my head. I highly recommend it for anyone who wants the slow, colorful, winding path to insanity)
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Meme of Bookiness
1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages).
2. Turn to page 123.
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog.
5. Tag 5 people.
Okay, the nearest book is David Sedaris' Naked, (a truly wonderful and entertaining piece of literature).
5th sentence, p.123:
"'No, really,' our passenger would say. 'She is my grandmother, I swear.'"
However, I will violate the final codicil of the meme, since the 2 people who a) read my blog with any regularity and b) still have their own blogs have already done it.
2. Turn to page 123.
3. Find the 5th sentence
4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog.
5. Tag 5 people.
Okay, the nearest book is David Sedaris' Naked, (a truly wonderful and entertaining piece of literature).
5th sentence, p.123:
"'No, really,' our passenger would say. 'She is my grandmother, I swear.'"
However, I will violate the final codicil of the meme, since the 2 people who a) read my blog with any regularity and b) still have their own blogs have already done it.
Straight lines, twisted brains, and winding infections
In one respect, my household is primarily composed of two groups: punsters and those who give them incredible openings. Neither category is static, but some of the one-liners that pop up out of nowhere have literally left me on the floor. Case in point: last night.
C and I were in the kitchen while I made cookies and we bantered back and forth about random topics. I complained that I had trouble keeping up with the 83-year-old who did an aerobics class on campus. He said that he'd done a workout video when he still lived with his mother, "One by Crawford somebody."
"Cindy Crawford? You did Cindy Crawford tapes?"
"Yeah, that's it. Honestly, I don't know how my mother didn't know I was gay; what straight guy in his right mind would do Cindy Crawford!?"
The inflection...the tone...truly, I almost lost my balance laughing. And it took him a moment to figure out what was so funny.
Sometimes I think that Monkey and I are way too similar. It is a constant running joke between us that we tend to think of/say/write the same things/noises/motions at the same time. Earlier today, after a long quiet period of not doing anything even remotely related to the other, we both burst out in vocal remonstrations against thoroughly inanimate objects (she a brush, I a carrot) ...at the same time. By the time we graduate, we will have mastered the art of telepathy! (At least, I think that would be cool. 'Course so would telekinesis).
Spring break was partially successful. S and I got the kitchen organized while Mum and Da escaped for a few days, I didn't kill either of the dibbuns, and did get seedlings and seeds (now sprouts) set up in my room as it is still too cold to put them outside. I do not have a job for summer, though a friend of Mum's said she'd send my resume (*mentally add accent*) to people she knows who might be looking for assistants, babysitters, nannies, etc. I intend to do this ASAP. My only problem (which developed during break) is that the only computer on which my resume is stored (the home one) contracted a massive virus of insidious and access-blocking virus. Grr.
Mentally cogitating on the vagrancies of the English language,
~Brill
C and I were in the kitchen while I made cookies and we bantered back and forth about random topics. I complained that I had trouble keeping up with the 83-year-old who did an aerobics class on campus. He said that he'd done a workout video when he still lived with his mother, "One by Crawford somebody."
"Cindy Crawford? You did Cindy Crawford tapes?"
"Yeah, that's it. Honestly, I don't know how my mother didn't know I was gay; what straight guy in his right mind would do Cindy Crawford!?"
The inflection...the tone...truly, I almost lost my balance laughing. And it took him a moment to figure out what was so funny.
Sometimes I think that Monkey and I are way too similar. It is a constant running joke between us that we tend to think of/say/write the same things/noises/motions at the same time. Earlier today, after a long quiet period of not doing anything even remotely related to the other, we both burst out in vocal remonstrations against thoroughly inanimate objects (she a brush, I a carrot) ...at the same time. By the time we graduate, we will have mastered the art of telepathy! (At least, I think that would be cool. 'Course so would telekinesis).
Spring break was partially successful. S and I got the kitchen organized while Mum and Da escaped for a few days, I didn't kill either of the dibbuns, and did get seedlings and seeds (now sprouts) set up in my room as it is still too cold to put them outside. I do not have a job for summer, though a friend of Mum's said she'd send my resume (*mentally add accent*) to people she knows who might be looking for assistants, babysitters, nannies, etc. I intend to do this ASAP. My only problem (which developed during break) is that the only computer on which my resume is stored (the home one) contracted a massive virus of insidious and access-blocking virus. Grr.
Mentally cogitating on the vagrancies of the English language,
~Brill
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
4 Things Meme
Four Jobs I have had in my life: (for which I was paid)
Nanny
Babysitter
House sitter
"Freshman Orientation Student Leader" twice (Wherein I gave tours and small classes about adapting to high school in various ways to incoming freshmen. Honestly, it was a rather cushy job, but it paid well considering).
Four Movies I would watch/have watched over and over:
It's a Wonderful Life (courtesy of Mum)
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Pirates of the Caribbean (any)
The Incredibles
Four Places I have lived:
New Bern, NC
Easley, SC
Greenwood, SC
Spartanburg, SC
Four TV Shows that I watch:
CSI (Nevada only)
Law & Order: SVU
Food Network, pretty much anything
History channel, again pretty much anything
Four Places I have visited:
Orlando, FL
Richmond, VA
Dublin, Ireland
London, England
Four People who email me regularly:
Mum
Mum's Momma (chain emails typically)
My college (has the ability to distribute massively useless information with an alarming efficiency)
Da
Four Favorite Foods:
Chocolate (c'mon, seriously?)
Milk
Pasta
*good* cheese (Havarti, Munster, Brie... the list goes on)
Four Places I would like to be right now:
Colorado Springs, CO
Dublin, Ireland
London, England
Anywhere without pollen!
Four Things I am looking forward to this year:
Being able to work on a garden full-time over the summer
Seeing friends from other colleges
The end of school in general
The Bodies of Knowledge Symposium @ USC Upstate
Four People who should post Four Things:
Monkey
S
You have been poked.
Aaaaaaaand I know none else. Phoo.
Have fun! ~Brill
Nanny
Babysitter
House sitter
"Freshman Orientation Student Leader" twice (Wherein I gave tours and small classes about adapting to high school in various ways to incoming freshmen. Honestly, it was a rather cushy job, but it paid well considering).
Four Movies I would watch/have watched over and over:
It's a Wonderful Life (courtesy of Mum)
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Pirates of the Caribbean (any)
The Incredibles
Four Places I have lived:
New Bern, NC
Easley, SC
Greenwood, SC
Spartanburg, SC
Four TV Shows that I watch:
CSI (Nevada only)
Law & Order: SVU
Food Network, pretty much anything
History channel, again pretty much anything
Four Places I have visited:
Orlando, FL
Richmond, VA
Dublin, Ireland
London, England
Four People who email me regularly:
Mum
Mum's Momma (chain emails typically)
My college (has the ability to distribute massively useless information with an alarming efficiency)
Da
Four Favorite Foods:
Chocolate (c'mon, seriously?)
Milk
Pasta
*good* cheese (Havarti, Munster, Brie... the list goes on)
Four Places I would like to be right now:
Colorado Springs, CO
Dublin, Ireland
London, England
Anywhere without pollen!
Four Things I am looking forward to this year:
Being able to work on a garden full-time over the summer
Seeing friends from other colleges
The end of school in general
The Bodies of Knowledge Symposium @ USC Upstate
Four People who should post Four Things:
Monkey
S
You have been poked.
Aaaaaaaand I know none else. Phoo.
Have fun! ~Brill
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