Bah.
Family drama. Long, ranterific post ensuing, once I get some of the bile out of my system, and figure out exactly what species of varmint is up my butt. Send calming thoughts my way.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
oOoOo perspective!
I just had a moment of lovely clarity. Sitting at the kitchen table, with a ginormous cup of flavored coffee, my favorite toast (poppyseed, yum!) an apple and a slice of cheese, catching up on my reading for this afternoon's class, I realized - Hell, yeah. This is what I wanted. And I knew I wanted to write it down before I forget it in the rush of errands today. Yay!
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005
*Insert yoga breathing here*
I think the second day of class is probably far too early in the semester to start panicking, so I'll do my best to just keep breathing. I'll continue to remind myself that it's ok to be a beginner, and that it's been a very long time since I've been in an academic environment - so I'm entitled to feel a bit mentally rusty. After all, we've all got to start somewhere, and this is the path I've chosen for myself.
Now that we've got that little bit of logic and reason out of my system, may I just say:
Eeek! Yaaaah!
History on Monday and Wednesday is brilliant - I have a bit of a crush on my professor, and after all it's Gay & Lesbian History so it's very inclusive and altogether fascinating. I'll be responsible for an 8-10 page paper, but it's (fingers crossed) interviewing a (rather prestigious) friend of a friend, so I'm actually looking forward to that.
Today was Ballet, Philosophy and French 1, and that will be my schedule on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Friday remains to be seen: it's Voice and Art 1B.
Anyway - I was very tempted - when I saw all the 18 year old, physically perfect athletes walking into ballet this morning (File under: what did I think was going to happen?) - to run for the hills. But in a charming turn of events, the instructor has a very laid back 'come as you are' kind of attitude. She spent a majority of today's class doing a "What are your dreams and aspirations, and how do you plan to achieve them?" Q & A, and she even promised to help me finally learn a pirouette, so what the fuck. I'm just stubborn enough to stick with it.
Philosophy is going to be *awesome*. Professor is straight out of central casting, with his graying hair, and meandering lecture style. All he needs is a pipe, and to be holding court in a pub someplace and he would be perfect.
The thing that really surprises me is the French class. It's ostensibly for total beginners - but by the end of the first class I was nearly in tears. They'd already progressed to counting, masculine and feminine properties of nouns, and whether or not a vowel should be pronounced with a nasal accent based on where the vowel is in a word. And I didn't have the faintest idea what anyone was talking about. Everyone else seemed to be keeping up, and enthusiastic about their progress, and all I wanted to do was hide. I asked a question, and the professor demurred, saying 'Oh, the way you're sitting, I'm sure you can't see the board' but the truth of it was I hadn't understood any point he'd made in the last 30 minutes, even though everything was written on the board precisely in my line of sight. It just didn't mean anything to me.
So I bought the optional tapes for the class, and I guess that's how I"ll be spending my commute, trying to hear the alleged difference between 'Qui est-ce?' and 'Qu'est-ce que c'est?'
I can almost hear Kimberly saying, THAT'S THE SPIRIT!
I'm trying, yo. I'm trying. Hopefully dinner, a good night's sleep, and getting organized will help me get past this initial panic, and by the time the semester's over, I'll be able to say "What a spaz" in French.
Here's hoping!
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Monday, August 29, 2005
Happy Birthday to me!
Today's my thirty-ninth birthday! Holy crap! As if that weren't enough, today's also my first day back at school. (insert minor fashion-related freak out... here.)
I've got an awesome dinner planned for tonight with circusfaerie, the_bone, and a special guest appearance by sexyrobot - but first I've got yoga, then history class.
Surreal!
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Sunday, August 28, 2005
So tired. So very tired.
Can't sleep. Can't shut off my brain. Of course, I totally wanted to get a good nights sleep tonight, because school starts tomorrow, (!) but here I am, at twenty minutes before midnight - wishing somehow I could be THIS wide awake during the day. You know, when I actually need to get shit done.
It's not even productive insomnia, where I catch up on paperwork, or even do a well-thought-out blog post, or some random reading. I'm just sitting here, staring at the internet, trying to *will* myself to be sleepy.
Bah. Time to go count sheep.
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Holy hell.
This is creeping me right out. Best wishes to all of you in Katrina's path. My thoughts are with you all.
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Saturday, August 27, 2005
Touched by His Noodly Appendage...
Ganked directly from squoogy, I bring you the most brilliant argument possible against Intelligent Design: The Flying Spaghetti Monster.
Say hello to my new gym bag.
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Snakes on a Plane!
Because these days, the criteria for posting is pretty much 'This cracked me up.'
Edited to add: HA!
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Friday, August 26, 2005
Ha!
If you're anything like me, this handy little e-card may come in handy. Courtesy of AskMefi.
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Thursday, August 25, 2005
Timing is everything.
Looks like the_bone left Florida just in time. Landfall was about 3 miles from his old neighborhood. Yeikes!
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I'm blogging this.
Space Kitty: Did you see Paris Hilton vs. Macaulay Culkin? I haven't laughed like that in a Long. Time.
Kimberly: Yeah, I've seen it before. Scary.
Space Kitty: It quite literally made my day. I have some unholy hatred for Paris Hilton.
Kimberly: I would be worried if you didn't. I'd have to re-evaluate our entire relationship and your place on the planet.
Space Kitty: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! So I shouldn't tell you that circusfaerie thinks she's hysterical?
Kimberly: Well, it depends on the thought behind it. Like, I personally think white trash Britney (TM) is hilarious, but that doesn't mean I don't wish she had never been.
Space Kitty: HA! Actually, I never pursued it. As soon as I figured out she didn't share my all-consuming hatred, I dropped the subject. Because... I just didn't wanna know.
Kimberly: Yeah. She annoys me too much for me to think she's funny. She's right up there with George Bush in my book in that I can't even stand to look at her, much less hear what fucked up thing she's done this time.
Space Kitty: Well, it's just that everything about her represents everything that's wrong with this society, in ways I can't even begin to articulate.
Kimberly: Exactly.
Space Kitty: Why do I feel like this is the first time anywhere GWB has been compared to Paris Hilton?
Kimberly: Well, have you ever noticed that they're never in the same room at the same time?!?! Think about it!!
Space Kitty: *cries* You so won just now!
Kimberly: Hahahahaha!
Space Kitty: Seriously. *high five*
Kimberly: I think it would explain a lot of things.
Space Kitty: You know, I think it would. Including how we're both COMPLETELY CRACKED.
Kimberly: Oh, well. I think that's been established long before now. But it makes my world a little brighter thinking of Paris Hilton as Bushie's alter ego.
Space Kitty: Are you blogging this, or am I?
Kimberly: Hahahha. You should.
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The Aristocrats!
What. Mark. Said. This movie is so utterly foul, so completely wrong, the only thing you can do is either die laughing or die of offense. I loved it.
A spoiler-free, safe for work review is available from the NY Times here. The Wikipedia entry includes the joke in all its gory detail, (NSFW - *seriously*) but without the all-important delivery it doesn't begin to capture why it's simultaneously appalling and hysterical.
Straight up funniest? George Carlin - saying the most cringe-worthy things imagineable, (No, it's worse than that. Seriously, worse. Uh-uh, not even close. Emotionally scarring bad.) and playing it off as if he's discussing his most recent oil change. Unbelievable.
Drew Carey has endeared himself to me permanently with the 'flourish'.
I now get the big whoop about Bob Saget.
I literally did not recognize Howie Mandel. I had no idea who he was until the credits ran. His look has morphed significantly from his 80's freaky-haired look. But tivo-gifted sources tell me he's still just as annoying.
And - my lord - Gilbert Gottfried. For the first time since Iago, he completely cracked me up. (Did you know he's the voice for the AFLAC duck? I didn't!)
I was rather disappointed that it didn't show Eddie Izzard to his true advantage, but it's really not his niche.
The verdict? Go see it, but know what you're getting into!
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I... I simply don't have the words.
But sometimes I really, really love the internet.
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Monday, August 22, 2005
Hi.
Yes, it's been awhile. While I'd like to say I'd been kidnapped by rogue penguins and whisked off to George Clooney's secret hideaway - enjoying daily massages, catered foods, and wild orgies cocktail parties hosted by Eddie Izzard* - the truth is disappointingly more mundane.
I've been hibernating. I temporarily regressed into very old ways of dealing with stuff: shutting down, hiding under the bed, losing touch with friends and family. Isolating myself (ironic, since that's one of my biggest fears) and listening to the old repeating messages about not being good enough. To mix animal metaphors here, I was playing ostrich and avoiding confronting whatever it was that's troubling me. (More on that later. I'm still not sure what the hell is going on with me.)
I'll fully aware that, as a coping mechanism, hiding from the world sucks donkey balls. Cutting myself off from everyone who really cares about me is not only counterintuitive, but it denies the reality of my life - that I am fortunate enough to be surrounded by an amazing support system.
So, it's time to start new. The reason I quit my job and decided to go back to school was so that I could come closer to living the life I wanted. Time to get started.
Oh! And because I refuse to end this post on anything but a positive note, I finally figured out King Pigeon in yoga today. Yay!
* MY GOD. PETA'S GOTTEN SOMETHING RIGHT. ALERT THE MEDIA! Or, you know, just enjoy the picture. Like me.
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Sunday, August 14, 2005
Bombs away!
You may have noticed a new link to Intelligent Design on my sidebar. A rational explanation for this behavior can be found here. For everything you never knew you wanted to know about google-bombing, click here.
And, because I simply can't stop myself, I include here the best example evah of a miserable failure. Bloggers - start your engines!
via Creek Running North.
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Thursday, August 11, 2005
Pre Birthday Blogging
So, the inescapable fact is that I have a birthday coming at the end of the month. I realize it's a positive thing just to be on the planet and have the privileged western viewpoint of 'Oh, woe is me - I'm getting older' but - as a women in Western society - it *is* a challenge to deal with.
I've counseled lots of friends through the 'OH, MY GOD MILESTONE BIRTHDAY' and I've even said the things that haven't especially helped me: "Oh, but you look so young! Oh, you're just a puppy! Oh, wait til you hit your X decade! You've got your whole life ahead of you!"
And while all these things may be relevant and true they don't change the fact that at the end of the month I'll have 39 years behind me. Circusfaerie will turn 22 years old this year. All this time has passed! And while I no longer finish that sentence with 'and what have I done with it?' it still leaves me with a taste of my own mortality in my mouth and it's a bit of a thing coming to terms with all that.
And only 18 more shopping days!
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Hold that thought
Change has been tearing up the place lately, and I haven't slowed down enough to even post. I miss my blog, and I'm really looking forward to having a quiet moment to sit down and write about everything that's been going on, but it's not going to be today.
Keep sending positive thoughts - updates will be on their way soon. And comments are always welcome!
In the meantime...this made me laugh harder than I'm pleased to admit.
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Tuesday, August 02, 2005
YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE.
Will the .... individual who reached this site by googling the words "@utofellatio kids" please remove themselves from the gene pool with all possible haste?
Thank you.
