| 30 August 2003 |
| [My date with the three-hole punch ] |
| Thank God for the Electronic Journal Center. Standing for hours at a Xerox machine is so un-sexy, plus it severely limits the amount of critical fun I decide to archive in my three-pronged folders. Granted, I now have about five-hundred pages of theory and secondary resources on Ceremony, The Handmaid's Tale, Herland, and Macbeth, for which I don't even know how to begin budgeting my time. Egad. And, I thought the Internet to printer lag was tedious! |
| 29 August 2003 |
| [DEAR GOD] |
| I'm bored. I would go out, but the thought of putting make up and "out" clothes on makes me sweat more than I am now. Oi it's humid! |
| 29 August 2003 |
| [You See, My Birthday is in November ] |
| And if you want to buy me something, check out the stuff at Heavy
Red. I'm not *too* into the gothy look, but they have some nifty
shirts and thigh highs. I'm shameless |
| 29 August 2003 |
| [Dear Non-Cincinnatian LiveJournal People] |
| It appears as if Cincinnati has a surplus of NON-DRIVING MOTHER
FUCKERS, and by this I do not mean people who do not drive -- I mean
people who DO drive but SHOULD NOT. So, if you feel your city is lacking in its numbers of NON-DRIVING MOTHER FUCKERS, please let me, or the Cincinnati Mayor, Charlie Luken, know. In short, it's good thing I don't own a gun. Sincerely, Amanda |
| 28 August 2003 |
| [Dear World:] |
| It's ten thirty pm. I have a mud mask on my face and my eyes are
burning. I think I'm going to Jacobs' tomorrow night, anything to get into a skirt and out of my apartment. Saturday is all about the library. American Literary Scholarship, ready or not, here I come. And A date with the Xerox machine (don't forget the automatic stapler): I can't wait! |
| 28 August 2003 |
| [Obligations Galore] |
| Saturday, I have to go to the library. And before that, I have to
e-mail Dr. Wyett about my book selection for this silly exam I have
to take in November. If told to study one more thing, I'll go nuts. Nuts, I tell ya! I digress. |
| 28 August 2003 |
| [Add Me] |
| If you're on Friendster, add me. I want to feel important. Plus, there's a schload of people I know from Cincinnati on Friendster, who I know in real life but I don't really like, so please . . . just make me, drunk on very cheap Merlot, happy. You'll need to know my e-mail address: amanda8@fuse.net |
| 27 August 2003 |
| [A Bright Future] |
| I decided that for my next job, I will be a "Tempter" on "Temptation Island." Really. |
| 26 August 2003 |
| [Finally, a Day of Productivity] |
| After a trip to Ray's Place, a skim over Beyond Borders, the new Houghton-Mifflin text to replace the tired Border Texts, which I was never thrilled with anyway, and five solid hours of work, my syllabi for both Preparatory Composition and English Composition II are complete (I have yet to type out the actual writing assignments for the latter course, but that's neither here nor there). Now, I will print out the syllabus for ECII, eat (again), and sit back with Silko's Ceremony because I need to read about someone crazier and more deluded than myself. Plus, I like Native American authors and the poetry of their prose, even when relaying the grimmest of things, like war, insomnia, alcoholism, and dead Japs who remind you of your uncle Josiah. And nuclear testing sites on reservations. Beautiful. |
| 26 August 2003 |
| [Software Woes] |
| Does anyone have a Microsoft Works CD that they can copy and send to me, either via e-mail or snail mail? Yes, while I realize Word is far superior, I have Works documents -- typed on my laptop -- that I can't open on my desktop, due to various quirks that happened when I "rescued" my computer with Windows XP Professional (I can't find the CDs that came with my desktop, though they *were* around -- another reason to get my ass organized -- when I attempted to rescue/restore my system). |
| 25 August 2003 |
| [The Agony of Organization] |
| I'm thinking about getting rid of my huge Office Depot "corner" style computer desk, replacing it with a "flat" desk, and purchasing a huge-ass file cabinet for all my graduate school papers and handouts. I hate having to haphazardly store heaps of timeless information and pages upon pages of sweat and tears in cardboard boxes in my damp, cockroach infested basement. As much as I like my jalopy of a desk, and as much as I know I will miss it upon moving to a new, bigger apartment -- when that happens -- the appeal of having a tall filing cabinet and not worrying over the location of my paper on the various Amazonian figures of the feminine in eighteenth century French and British literature is overpowering. Granted moving this desk out of my apartment will be a daunting task (it will have to be taken apart, for sure), and because of that, I think, I will allow whoever agrees to take it, to really take it. No cash exchanged. Just get it out of here. Free some space for my future organizational plans. |
| 25 August 2003 |
| [/sarcasm] |
| I'm so delighted I get to be the dateless (I didn't get my own
invite; I was clumped with my parents -- like I'm a kid or the retarded
kin who still lives at home and can't wipe her own ass) shrew at my
younger cousin's wedding. And I'm even more thrilled that the wedding
is during the day, not at night, so my dinner plans with Laura, Jamie,
Joe, and Melissa will not serve as a viable excuse for not going. And
the fact that there will probably be no alcohol whatsoever at the
reception (because my cousin is a Church of Christ Bible Toter) is
fucking excellent./sarcasm Fucking Excellent. Fucking Excellent. Considering I will never have a "real" wedding, unless you think getting hitched via Elvis in Vegas is "real" (which, actually, I do), I don't give a shit if anyone is "obligated" to have any involvement in my "I do." My mom seems to think that people will still buy me gifts, even if I don't have a traditional wedding; hence, I should make an effort to "do" the summer/fall wedding rounds, ya know, to seem caring and all. Because, yeah, it's all about appearances. I forgot. |
| 25 August 2003 |
| [Letter for the Day] |
| Dear Phone Company: Shutting off my phone but leaving my broadband connection working fast and fine, really, does not bother me. However, I think the fact that I get callers asking for "Jamaal" and "Shiniqua" ALL THE FUCKING TIME (due to a phonebook listing that designates one of my three "special ring" numbers to a crackhouse) should earn me some precious credit; so perhaps I am peeved. Sincerely, Another owing customer |
| 24 August 2003 |
| [Sunday Morning, er, Afternoon ] |
| After viewing both Foxfire and A Knight's Tale (I forgot that crucial "A" in my previous entry), I hit the sack around five, awoke around eleven am, and emerged from the shower around noon. Why that was important -- who really cares? I think I'm going to grab some overpriced coffee and visit Chip for a minute. I'm still in denial about him leaving for Florida. I'll have to purchase my skanky clothes online now, and more importantly, I'll have to bitch and moan on LiveJournal more often (Chip has often served as an outlet for my shit talking). So be prepared for me to rant (more) about useless bullshit and useless people: there is a lot of it in Cincinnati. |
| 23 August 2003 |
| [An evening for one] |
| Wandering aimlessly around Blockbuster in a skirt a bit too short,
which merited an "ow!" by the store clerk as I walked out, I spent a
good half hour looking for movies I hadn't seen in a while and left
with three, Foxfire, Knight's Tale, and The Virgin
Suicides. I still don't understand why Knight's Tale was
the Action section, though, yes, I don't see it fitting in either
Drama or Comedy, or Family for that matter (Chaucer's butt negates
that possibility). Additionally, Being John Malkovich residing
in Comedy perplexes me equally. I tried looking for the flick
Steve recommended, but -- despite online claims that the Kenard
Blockbuster did, in fact, carry it -- it was not there (not just
"rented out"). Poo. In other news, I forgot about the "condom on the cucumber" scene in the grocery store. Priceless. Thank God for the produce selection. The Foxfire girls play with vegetables and I grope pitted fruit. |
| 23 August 2003 |
| [Bored] |
| What's going on in this stupid city tonight. I don't have much in the way of money, but I don't have the attention span to sit still and read, like I should. In any case, that's what tomorrow is for: productivity. |
| 18 August 2003 |
| [extra extra] |
| I learned yesterday that my ex ex boyfriend -- a man who needed a mother, and not a girlfriend -- fathered his second child, something he did not need, as he is a deadbeat to his firstborn. |
| 17 August 2003 |
| [Theory in Practice] |
| I'm using Robert Scholes' "Pacesetter English" as a model for
my 102 syllabus this Fall. Perhaps, I'll be enthusiastic this year.
Perhaps, a weird naked Indian will escort me to Jim Morrison, who will
then give me the thumbs up on this plan and my life's path in general. Random question: Was anyone "here" ever taken to a movie with boobs and gore by a parent as a young child? Discuss (I saw Freddy vs. Jason at the Oakley Drive-In last night and there were quite a few young eyes in the audience). |
| 11 August 2003 |
| [side note] |
| I wonder how Dean feels about Christina Aguliera's recent weight
gain. Oh happy day. |
| 06 August 2003 |
| [My Dictionary is Missing Two Pages] |
| I have flea bites on my arm, and I've been shaking on and off all
day thanks to my need to drink an entire bottle of wine -- and a bottle
of beer. Good thing I smoked that bowl, else I woulda been a big,
hungover mess this morning. In other news, I contemplated for a second making my Fall classes interesting, by not utilizing the prescribed syllabi. But then I thought about it for a second: I don't get a creativity stipend. Duh. |