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| Saturday, November 28th, 2009 | | 10:16 pm |
24, and other things . . .
As is no suprise to anyone, my stepfather sucks. He seems to be doing okay on Thanksgiving, but the morning after, when we're supposed to go up and do the hang-out-with-family-eat-turkey deal, he and my mother get into a huge fight about how we aren't the perfect family that he wants and why aren't the girls coming up earlier and why aren't they cooking and they don't love me and blah blah blah. So Mek and I stayed in SR. Should have fucking known. On the upside, my attempts at cooking chicken cordon bleu were actually mostly successful. I gave up on the sauce because it was disgusting and I was a little overwhelmed, but the chicken itself---not bad. I did enlist Mek's aid at the end to help me determine that it was cooked all the way through, though. I wasn't sure, and no one likes eating raw chicken. Ew. As for today, yay! I'm 24. I've done virtually nothing all day. My mom came over briefly with presents, chocolate cake, pumpkin pie, and the rest of Thanksgiving fare in tupperware. (See? Poet.) I ate too much. It was glorious. As for presents, I got The Mentalist on DVD (I simply can't explain why I like the show so much, but it's addicting. Cho and Rigsby should have their own show. Cho equals awesome.) Also: a couple of these adorable tiny hats from Hot Topic, one I'm wearing right now, and two CDs, a Death Cab for Cutie one and the newest Franz Ferdinand. I've also gotten a couple of books from Mek, Dark Hollow by John Connolly and The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories by Tim Burton. And in fairness to my father, I must add that he THOUGHT he was getting me the whole seventh season of Voyager, not just the one awful series finale. I didn't have the heart to tell him. He tries. At any rate, while I haven't spent a holiday with him other than New Years or Fourth of July in the past 13 years, he has never thrown a temper tantrum and refused to talk to anyone because I wasn't a grateful enough kid. So my many personal daddy issues aside, I am grateful for my father. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the night off, so alas, I'm off to work. It would be nice if people would take my birthday into consideration and not code or have thousands of babies. Just as a special birthday present to moi. | | Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 | | 5:57 pm |
Day of Errands
Went to Post Office and sent transcripts to Florida State University. Nearly got hit by car. That was fun. Went to doctor's appt to check out red-itchy-dry-ugly spot that's been under my right eye for, oh, three months. Diagnosed with eczema and given hydrocortisone cream. Awesome. Went to bank to apply for credit card. Had a fun moment when the banker guy asked me for a rough estimate for my yearly income before taxes and I, in the words of Kirsten, went "Buh?" He helped with the math. Went to Safeway and played bumper carts with all the other T-day shopping procrastinators. Bought ingredients for secret T-day dinner. Piled two bags in my backpack and carried the other two plus a box of soda onto the bus and then walked home. Still on the to-do list: understand metaphysics. Bah. Screw metaphysics. I'm just happy I managed to get out of the way of the car. Fucker. | | Sunday, November 22nd, 2009 | | 7:26 pm |
When Your Friends are Republicans . . .
They say politics shouldn't ruin a friendship, but it's always hard when you realize that a co-worker you like chit-chatting thing and seems to be a generally nice person is, in fact, very conservative. Not that these things have to be mutually exclusive, at least logically, but sometimes, it's pretty hard to see it that way. There's the nurse I work with that sends me emails sometimes. Usually the kind of forwards that goes straight to my trash folder, actually, inspirational messages and cutesy chain letters, basically the kind of thing I can't stand. And I already knew she had more "traditional" family values, knew she was religious, and all that jazz. But I must say, I was a little flummoxed to find this message from her in my email: ( Fox Propaganda )And I don't know. I'm not going to get into an argument with her or anything. I do like the nurse . . . just, Jesus. Totalitarian Socialism, really? And for God's sake, I go to SFSU. Literal granola cruncher or not, do I seem like the kind of person who would be interested in this crap? | | 3:36 am |
"Now I'm depressed and I wanna kill myself but luckily I'm too depressed to bother."
From Pump Up the Volume, in case you were wondering. Just read this thing in my work email talking about the physical benefits of happiness, and according to this pie chart, 50% of our level of happiness is determined by heredity, 40% of it is totally under our control, and only 10% is actually due to circumstances. So I guess the idea is you can have cheerful, positive parents who gave you a cheerful positive attitude, and the fact that your husband just blew up in a car accident is only gonna suck 10% of your happiness away, which seems wonky. OR you could strive for the most positive attitude ever, live in the most ideal circumstances known to man, and still be screwed because your parents were both depressive sonsofbitches who gave you nothing to work with on the happiness scale. I don't know. I feel depressed now. Heredity or pure circumstance? (Answer: Pure circumstance. If a manager hadn't been hanging around the unit, I wouldn't have been looking at my work email at all and would likely have just deleted the bastard and never seen its sucky pessimistic little pie chart.) | | Friday, November 20th, 2009 | | 3:56 pm |
Oh, Papa . . .
I love my father. I do. But the man gets what we in the business of gift-receiving often refer to as interesting presents. You may have heard of numero uno before, the most odd gift of all odd gifts, the Century Handbook of Writing, an English grammar book made in 1922. Yes, I am an English major, but grammar rarely catches my interest . . . although I will say, there are some things in here I picked up while skimming that caught my eye. I bet no grammar book in 2009 will use the word "negroes" to give an example of words that are pluralized by 'es'. Also, there's a list of faulty diction that you are not to use. Here are some examples. Awful: Means filling with awe or filled with awe. Do not use in the sense of uncvil, serious, or ludicrious, or (in the adverbial form) in the sense of very, extremely. Canine: An adjective. Not in good use as a noun. (Uh, really?) Could of: An illiterate form arising from slovenly pronunciation. Use could have. (Which I know is correct, but jeez. Seems kind of harsh.) Human or humans: Not in good use as a noun. Say human being. Lots of thing are described as vulgar in this book. It's amusing. Today's b-day gift from Papa, however, I wouldn't necessarily describe as amusing, just . . . oh, Papa. Apparently, he asked Mek what my favorite Star Trek was, and while I agree that TNG is the best Star Trek, Voyager is my fave guilty pleasure (I know, I know, save your virtual tomatoes and heads of lettuce) because it's what I grew up with, watched from beginning to end. Anyway, did I get a season of the show? Did I get action figures? Star Trek Voyager comics? No. I got one of those glossy promotional pics with the whole cast and the seventh disc of the seventh season of Voyager. That would be the final episode. One episode. Plus, it's the episode I frequently use to describe things that suck about series finales. Yes, dear friends, my father got me one of my least favorite series finales of all time. Oh, Papa. I love you, but would it kill you to just look at the birthday/christmas lists I send? | | Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 | | 10:40 pm |
Another Example of How People Royally Suck . . .
Saw this on Colbert the other day, so I had to look it up. The link for the article is here: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/11/11/AR2009111116943.htmlBut this is basically what it says: There's a proposed law in DC that will allow same sex marriages. The Catholic Church is unhappy about this and has thrown down an ultimatum. Ditch the law, or the Church will withdraw all support from its social service programs, "a threat that could affect tens of thousands of people the church helps with adoption, homelessness and health care." Whatever little respect I may have once had for the Catholic Church, it's gone now, baby. | | Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 | | 3:52 pm |
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Birthdays and Un-Weddings
Anyone desperately trying to think of things to buy me? Sure you are! Cause, see, I have this handy list I posted once and now am posting again. All a bunch of stuff I want. 67 things in fact. Don't worry, though. I don't expect you to buy me the wii. A playstation 3 will suffice. ( Epic Birthday and Christmas List 2009 )In other news, my newest obsession is wedding planning. Blame Mek and all those Say Yes to the Dress Shows. I've decided that if I continue my current track record of nothing on the boy scale, I plan to have an unwedding at the age of 40. Basically, it'll be exactly like a wedding, only I may in fact get married to a hired male model, or a cut-out of Darth Vader. Any votes? I'm very into the Halloween wedding right now, unwedding or otherwise. I wouldn't want to get married on Halloween, but I like the idea that everyone who comes has to dress up in costume. I'm torn between the idea of doing kind of a Victorian gothic thing for the whole service, or (and I think I like this a little better) being a dead Victorian gothic bride as kind of my own costume (and the groom's, unless he's Darth Vader) and everyone else just shows up as whoever, Superman, zombies, Indiana Jones, etc. Groomsmen and bridesmaids would have to match, Daphne and Fred, etc. I'm saying the wedding pictures would be AMAZING. And this is why I want the unwedding. If I don't get the love, I at least want the party. Anyone want to go online to get ordained? | | Friday, November 13th, 2009 | | 2:46 pm |
I Despise the 49ers . . .
Not only did they win last night when, clearly, Chicago should have won, but the CW felt the need to broadcast the game because it was a Bay Area game. Which means everyone outside of the Bay Area got to see Supernatural last night, whereas I and all my fellow Supernatural fans in the Bay Area were cruelly abandoned. Curse you, 49ers. Aren't you leaving for Santa Clara or something, anyway? | | Thursday, November 12th, 2009 | | 6:16 pm |
How the Dean Girls Mourn . . .
It appears that my future husband, Jensen Ackles, has proposed to his actual girlfriend, leaving me sad and alone for yet another birthday. Sniff. In other news, I'm (hopefully) about a month away from graduating SFSU!!! | | Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 | | 4:36 pm |
Today's Melodramatic Song of Choice: Everything I Touch, I Break
You know, the day started out fine. I slept in. That was nice. And then the tattoo artist in Eye Spy never showed up for our scheduled appointment, so we were like, hell with you, we'll try Evolution, and the Evolution guy pretty much said my tattoo wouldn't work. I mean, he was nice about it and all, and I like the shop well enough (even if we did get the "is this your first tattoo" and "if you go too much bigger, it will be a masculine tattoo," like, did I show up today in my poodle skirt and Mary Jeans, jesus, guy) but that means I have to now find a new dragon and it took me a few YEARS to find the last one and ARG. I came home to sulk in a bowl of macaroni and managed to dump almost the entire pot in the sink while trying to drain it. Do not let me near your children. I will accidentally infect them with some kind of disease and then stomp on their little heads and then their eyes might explode for good measure. | | Monday, November 9th, 2009 | | 2:47 pm |
B-Day Plans
So, I've changed my mind (again) about my birthday party, and I've decided I do want to do a Murder Mystery Party. I'm looking at a few now and trying to decide which one I want, but more importantly, I need to have people commit to a date. My b-day's the Saturday after Thanksgiving, but Thanksgiving weekend's always kind of hectic and anyway, I'm probably working that night, SO: How's about Murder Mystery Party at the St. George residence on Friday, December 4th? Let me know if that works for you guys. Also, Norah and Kaci: bring your husbands. Do not let them say no. They are playing because I need 8 people. And we loooove them. But if they come and refuse to participate, I will beat them with Mekaela's Eeyore collection : ) | | Saturday, November 7th, 2009 | | 10:01 pm |
I cannot believe that Not So Silent Night is already sold out. Fuckers. | | Thursday, November 5th, 2009 | | 4:52 pm |
Oh, Academia . . . And Also, Bad Fashion . . .
School was surprisingly good today. We had a TA lecture in Chinese Philosophy and Religion, and while that normally means that the TA stands in front of the class stammering and trying to get thirty semi-conscious students to participate, the lecture was surprisingly interesting. So much so, in fact, that I was irritated we had to turn in our reader's response, not because I didn't do it (I did, very slooowly, on the bus this morning) but because the material made a lot more sense after the lecture. I could, potentially, have written something insightful if I'd, you know, understand what the hell I was reading. As far as the actual text goes . . . well, first, good people, I must tell you that I have never wanted a turtle. Ever. I have never understood the concept of the pet turtle. It doesn't really do anything. It's not cuddly. It kinda just sits there, doesn't it? Anyway, that has all changed, because this text, The Zhuangzi, is making fun of parables and divining answers from the ancient sage kings and such, and in it there is this turtle with the best name I've ever heard: Dark Genius. And now I desperately want a turtle just so I can name it Dark Genius. Hell, I should name my kid that. Dark Genius St. George. Dark St. George. Maybe if I become a celebrity. In other, scholastic news: we got our metaphysics midterms back. My teacher comes in to class (wearing this godawful oversized man's light blue T-shirt which she wears at least once a week and always shows off her pit stains . . . i mean, sweaty armpits happen to the best of us, but for some reason they're only noticable on this woman in this shirt and she WEARS IT ALL THE TIME . . . not to mention she has it tucked in, but the shirt's too damn big, so it bunches around half of her waist which kind of ruins the effect) and this is the first thing she says: "So, I'll be passing back your papers today. I was a little disappointed." Why not just tell us that they sucked some serious monkey ass? I mean, we all know that's what you mean. I think "a little disappointed" is actually crueler. She then goes on for the next ten minutes about everything that we did wrong, and after everyone is trying to remember if their thesis actually made any sense at all, the teach says, "I'm going to pass back your papers now if there aren't any questions." Which there shouldn't be, right, because you should want to see your fucking paper before you have any motherfucking questions about it, yeah? Apparently not. Ten minutes of questions, culminating from this guy who I overheard before class whining about how his teachers tell him he can have whatever opinion he wants except that he has to have the right one (jesus, cry me a river. there's a difference between having a different opinion and acting like a jackass on every single point that could possibly be argued . . . guess where this guy usually fits). Anyway, he starts talking about how academic papers don't take students' creative genius into consideration, very wah wah, we're all doing the banking model of education, what a tortured artiste i am pablo freire, no one understands me , and I just want to get the double-barrelled shotgun I don't own out from under my seat and kill all these motherfuckers who won't shut up long enough so I can see what I got on a paper that takes up 40 PERCENT OF MY GODAMNED GRADE. I feel a little mollified when I eventually get my paper and found out that I got an A. Ha! Take that, metaphysics! Who can BS about the moral consequences of free will in a predetermined universe? That's right, bitches. Me. | | Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 | | 10:42 pm |
Due to problematic novocaine shots, I had probably the most painful filling of my life (which wasn't like shrieking agony or anything, but I'm predisposed to being overdramatic) and my jaw now hurts like a mother, but all my cavities are filled and I am officially done for at least a year!!! HA! (And yes, I know you're supposed to go every six months, but c'mon, people, once a year is a big step for me. Don't ruin this for me.) In other news, after a week and a half off, I half to go back to work tomorrow night. School too. Damn. | | Friday, October 30th, 2009 | | 11:51 pm |
Today, I . . .
Survived a corn maze. Helped plan a bad horror film in which I and most of my friends are slaughtered by some monster man who comes out from beneath the ground in a corn field. Sent off my UCLA grad application (1 down, four to go!!!) Was able to look around without groaning in pain. Ate at Dennys with friends. Did not have a chocolate milkshake : ( Made plans for Halloween tomorrow. . . . survived a corn maze. Seriously, this is big news. It was a good day. | | Thursday, October 29th, 2009 | | 8:25 pm |
I don't usually mind remakes, but this is a little ridiculous . . .
America is remaking Death at a Funeral, which was English movie made a whole two years ago. Amusingly, Peter Dinklage plays the same role he played last time. I want to be outraged by this by the timeline alone, but I did have problems with the original, and I'm all into the cast: James Marsden, Zoe Saldana, Luke Wilson, Martin Lawrence, Danny Glover, Chris Rock, Tracy Morgan, Ron Glass, Loretta Devine . . . Still. They couldn't have waited a whole five years to make this film? | | Wednesday, October 28th, 2009 | | 7:33 pm |
My lungs aren't making the disturbing creaky/crackly/whistley sounds that they were yesterday, which is nice. On the other hand, I can feel sinus pressure in my cheeks and when I glance around, my head kinda feels like it's concaving. But I don't have to make a special trip to SF on Friday, so all is happy in the land of Carlie. | | Tuesday, October 27th, 2009 | | 7:54 pm |
And budget cuts strike again!
I was supposed to pick up a letter of a recommendation today from the teacher I met with last week. Unfortunately, instead of dropping it off to the CW department, he mailed it there, and with these fucking awful furlough days, the CW department and mail room, I guess, was completely closed both last Friday and Monday. Basically, I'm likely going to have to make an additional trip into the city this Friday, three hours both ways, for the five minutes it takes me to walk up three flights of stairs and pick up a letter. Otherwise, I won't have it in time to mail out by Tuesday, and I won't even have the chance of going to UCLA. Lately, I'm thinking God's telling me that UCLA is not the way to go. In other news, yesterday at the hospital with Mama was extremely stressful, I've been unusually wheezy the last two days, and my lower back is sore. I'm saying, I've had better days here, people. On the good side, Scream Awards are on tonight. |
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