Funnies

Haha. Funny. I almost pooped my pants.

http://www.hulu.com/watch/1435/saturday-night-live-snl-digital-short-roy-rules

Don't Do Crack!

Last night, Kristin, Jason and I were watching videos of Whitney Houston from Kazakhstan. Poor Whitney and her crack addiction. I know a lot of celebs go through break downs and bounce back, but I don't think there will be a bouncing back for her. Look at how she trips over her dress and how her wig is falling off. Poor Whitney! Don't Do Crack!

Postponement and Ice Cream

I woke up this morning and decided to do whatever it took to postpone my TFA interview. The reasons being...

1) I was up half the night coughing. I heard this day-long interview is no joke. I don't think that my 3 hours of drugged up sleep would suffice.

2) I am not sure if I still want to do it. This month long wait period will help me decide.

I sent admissions an e-mail. It is past the cut off for cancellation of interview. However, my letter explains my dilemma. I am sure that they would not want me to come there and get everyone else sick.

I am sure I made the right decision. Especially since I have a 5 page paper due on Thursday that I haven't even started.

Today is my friend Kristin's (from school) birthday. Her 'partner' invited me to a party tonight at a bar in Brooklyn. I really want to go, but I don't know if I should, considering I am sort of playing hookie.

Decisions decisions.

Oh. I had a prophetic dream last night. I dreamt I was with a bunch of people at an ice cream shop. I asked for an ice cream, and the lady gave me this HUGE, multi-flavored, giant-scooped, extra-toppings sundae. I didn't want a huge sundae, I just wanted what everyone else was having. I got really angry, and didn't want to pay for this monstrous ice cream cake, so I stomped out of the store and started crying. It was also raining out, in my dream, so that didn't help. Eventually, I got my normal amount of ice cream and someone else had paid for the ice cream mountain, that was intended for me.

I can interpret this in two ways. But I believe the way that I felt in my dream, is the way that it was truly meant. The ice cream signified work-related things, the amount of effort, time, rewards, and whatnot. I saw myself getting dealt this huge sundae that I was not ready or willing to eat. This signifies TFA, the work is like a huge sundae. A little bit of it would be cool, but to have that whole pile is too much for my stomach, at least right now. If everyone else were getting big sundaes then I would probably want one too. But as for right now, I will stick with the single scoop please. I can eat more ice cream later on in life.

Manic.

Ok. So being sick really sucks and I think it effects my brain in a negative way.

Yesterday I went to Moma with my anthro group and Kim met up. We saw this old movie by Rachel Carson about the sea. Afterward, Kim and I searched for a place to get Italian, but somehow couldn't find anything so we just went to Ruby Tuesdays. We split a bottle of wine and caught up. I love that bitch.

I have my TFA interview tomorrow. I am really scared. I am so sick it hurts. I went to Duane Reade today and got a lot of meds. I am trying to pump my body full of vitamin C because I really need to get better.

It sucks that I have to spend my one free day at an interview. I have SO much shit to read and not enough time to read it.

UGH. AND I am supposed to practice my 5 minute teaching sample in front of people 5 times so I get used to it. I am SO not prepared. I will do the best I can, but I have a feeling it will not be good enough. In which case, the decision will be made for me, and I won't have to worry about making it myself.

Wish me luck...or hope that it goes terribly. Either way its up to fate to decide.

All the Single Ladies.

Wow. This reminds me of that electronic dancing baby.

Pride and Prejudice.

I have to have a good understanding of it by Monday. I must watch it tonight somehow.

I went to Jodettes and Barbies today. Two of my friends apartments which are close enough to my own that I don't visit enough. I like randomly showing up at people's apartments. I would like it if people did that to me more often.

I still feel sick. I feel like its post-nasal-drip. I always get it with the change of seasons. It blows though, right now because I actually want to go out, but I can't because I keep coughing. I think I OD'd on cough syrup.

I must start working on my 5 minute mini lesson for teach for America. I think I am going to teach the difference between there, they're and their and were, where and wear. That should take all of 5 minutes right? I don't know how I am going to do this or if I should even choose this to teach. I just can't think of anything else.

Ugh. I am pretty sure I don't even want to do TFA anymore. But I feel like if I don't, I am going to have to move back home because I will be jobless for a year. There are like no job opportunities right now. I mean, I guess it would be easier to find a job in the city, but its also SO much more competitive. I can't start filling out my application for UC Berkeley until December, so I guess I have a year to waste. Maybe I will see if there are any internships. I need to build up my resume.

Someone told me today that I think too much. I think they must be right. But it's better than thinking too little...right?

Everybody's Gonna Love Today

I LOVE my anthropology class. I love the fact that we have a project to go out and watch a movie. These are the kinds of projects I like to do.

I had another TFA meeting today. This time there was another applicant who was learning more about the program with me. He was really really qualified. After hearing his schpeel on why he is a suitable candidate, I felt much less qualified. Who knows if I will even get in. The whole thing is up in the air right now. I don't even know if I want to do it anymore.

After that, I went to a lecture by Bruno Latour. He is this really important social science writer. He did a free, public lecture on globalism. It was pretty interesting.

My cohort went out after and I got to have a nice long chat with Katherine. She is my saving grace in my department. She really gets me and understands what i am going through on so many levels.

After getting tipsy with the scholars, I went to BCC and got even more tipsy with mes amis. I felt really confident and thus I was starting conversations with random people. Life is just so much better when you're in a good mood and are able to express yourself.

Between dropping my terribly difficult class and picking up 2 classes for no grade/papers, imputing relevant info in my media/anthro class, and talking to Katherine, my outlook has changed drastically within the last few days. I have to say that life is looking a lot better through this lens.

I Don't Understand Newspeak.

I dropped my scary 'only PhD students' class. I realized it was something I needed to do today when I didn't understand a word of the arguments going on in class. Yay! No more early mornings! Good riddance waking up at 7AM!

I picked up 2 classes to make up for that one. One about immigration and another about women's increasing status in the world. WOOT WOOT. So glad everything worked out.

Cresensio is Back

Last night Cres came back to NY. I am SOO happy he is here, but really sad that he will be leaving on
Thursday for Taiwan. We went out last night. I drank and smoked more than I should have and now I feel like I have been gargling with razor blades. Needless to say, I am back on the No Smoking wagon. Starting today.

This morning I woke up and made cinnamon buns! They were really gooey and delicious.

I had to start a conversation in one of my classes today about Homer and the Iliad and the Odyssey. It went OK. I saw some people nodding at what I was saying, which was a good sign. I know I could have done better though. I am really glad the worst part of my week is over. I have already competed all my work for this week. I just have to go to class.

I have a HUGE headache. We're supposed to do kareoke tonight. Great, I have no voice.

Oh. I wrote a new song yesterday. This is a rough edit. It's kid of depressing. I know the lyrics are inaudible so here they are.(on second thought, blogger wouldnt let me upload my recording, so here are the lyrics and only the lyrics.)

History is simple, Its the future thats hard
Someone snaps a picture and immediately its art
What happened to the days when we were all young and stupid?
Smoking cares away
Why did we do this?

That's all you get
A photograph is what's left
Of when you tried and you smiled and pretended you liked it
But who knows how you really felt?
Cause you lied and you liked it.

So goodbye to the times that you thought you knew
And goodbye to the you that you thought was you
Goodbye to your youth

Who is to say the future's any brighter?
Getting older every day and the baggage ain't getting any lighter
The bills need to get paid and you gotta turn into a fighter
To fend for your safety, a hair-puller and a biter.

(I know, I know, my depressing sardonic approach to the world is getting old.)

Thanks Derek!