Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The End is Near

I hate the end of the semester. I do tons of work to watch my A's slip away. Apparently I need to work harder all semester long to be absolutely sure I will get an A and stop this incessant worrying. That is the worst solution ever. It makes me tired just thinking about it.

Today I took a test I needed to make an 86 on to make an A in the class. If I missed everyone I wasn't sure on I made an 87.5. That is too close for comfort.

I also turned in a paper I needed to make an 87 on to make an A. I have no idea how that will turn out, but I'm not expecting anything magnificent.

Thursday I have a test I need to make a 100 on to make an A. I might be able to miss one question and he will still probably give me the A. Never the less, 100? can I do that? At least 2 people have made a 100 every test so there is hope. I have been studying since Saturday.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Birthday Presents

I think I'm going to buy myself a laptop for my birthday/end of the semester gift. I have no idea what I'm going to get. I only know that I want something small and that I don't want to pay 2,000. Narrows it down doesn't it.

On a totally different note, I love Pedro Almodovar. I love his movies. I haven't seen one yet that I haven't loved.

Friday, April 25, 2008

"If we had but world enough, and time."

It is so weird Corley posted about winning the lottery, because in my Spanish class we are learning about the conditional. So we have to answer a lot of questions like: If I had enough money I would (blank), If I had enough time I would (blank). So I have been thinking about these things lately. (Though, I do think that this assignment is cruel.) While I'm dreaming about all the wonderful things I do, see, buy when I'm a millionaire, I just go ahead and add wishing that Kyle was a model. (Matthew Gray Gublar- totally tubular was a model. Model.com top 50 at one time.) So then I dream of going to runway shows and talking to Marc Jacobs and affording a pair of Marc Jacob shoes.

This is weird. I just remembered a dream I had last night. I was pushing a grocery cart in a huge parking lot and trying to look for security cameras to determine if I could steal whatever was in my basket. Something about Marc Jacobs shoes made me remember that.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Criminal Minds

Corley says that Matthew Gray Gubler, from Criminal Minds looks like Kyle.

A little. But more importantly, I looked up his website and his myspace. You should look he is so adorable. He has sketches on his web page and hand written journal type entries. His myspace top 8 are people like Roy Orbison and Vincent Price and he has a Chuck Berry song so I fell in love.

*Late Night Edit*
Kyle comes home, gets on the computer, immediately looks at this picture that I had saved to the desktop for posting ease and I hear him say, "Holy Shit. This guy does look like me. I thought that was me for second."

Last week a Criminal Minds commercial comes on so I tell him that he looks like the guy. He says, in a real smart ass way, "In what way?" So I reply in an equally smart ass way, "In the way that your face looks like his face. What other way is there?" I told him, but he didn't believe me.

Friday, April 18, 2008

I suddenly realized that my hips hurt because I'm tired. If I didn't know better I would swear I am 100. At least 80.

I have a secret desire to be Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Though, without the bad hair and the bad costumes.

Okay maybe the bad costumes, but the hair is a no way.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

The News Flash

1. My last two classes were canceled today. I got a nap and I will have ample opportunity to write a paper. I would still be in class right now.

2. My toes are killing me. I have to walk funny on them so that one of the cuts doesn't split open. Let me tell you, when that happens it is not fun.

3. I looked at the calendar and said it is Thursday. Oh, thank god it is Thursday.

4. Two Weeks Of School Left!!!

5. Last week I took a test that I was sure I failed. I ended up getting a C (a high C). Better than failing, but I'm not real happy with that. So it is depressing me even though my average in the class is still a B.

6. I will be waking up at 7:50a.m. tomorrow in order to register for all the classes until I graduate. Wish me luck.


No need to wish me luck. 5 out of the 9 classes I NEED to take are closed already.

Also there have been two aggravated robberies on campus in the last two weeks. He has a weapon. UT arrested somebody Tuesday for having a gun on campus. Yikes.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008


I HAVE to go to the grocery store. I have had a steady diet of pizza for about the past month and I think it is taking its tole. I don't know when the last time I had a fruit or vegetable was. That is despicable.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Oh my

Just when I was reconciling with the fact that I felt like shit and it least it couldn't get any worse. It got worse.

Sunday, we went to Kyle's parents. I received about 2 inches of dog scratch on me leg. It bled. It also oozed a lot of plasma. Now it itches

Tuesday, Sluggs did a little dance on my toe and dug his nail into the soft cuticle skin right by my toenail. It bled. But it mostly hurt.

Today. I was in the shower. Kyle was leaving for work so he leaned in to give me a kiss. Being the tall, clumsy boy that he is he hit his head on the towel rack in the shower. There are two porcelain end caps holding on to a crappy plastic bar. He got mad that he hit his head and made a fist. Before I could say don't do it, he hit the end with the side of his hand. It came crashing down on my foot (where else would it go???). The only lucky part is that it is the same foot that Sluggs hurt. One of the porcelain end caps landed on the ledge of the shower and didn't break. The other. Oh, the other. I thought it just hit my foot as it shattered into a million pieces. Turns out it cut three of my toes. My big toe is cut open. There was tons of blood. Then Kyle started to feel really bad. It hurts now.

I'm so tired

I mean like the kind of tired where you are surprised that you are keeping upright. Have I ever told you that when I get stressed I dream about thinking about things? So if I do get some sleep it doesn't feel like it. Last night, it was the grammar test that I have in a couple of hours. Luckily, I wasn't thinking of the Spanish test I have after that. Two nights ago it was the paper I need to write next week.

My grammar test. We had a handout with 50+ possible test sentences to diagram (some were poetry). AND a 3 page handout packed full of things we need to know how to do and come up with examples like a partitive genitive with a broad reference which. Simple right? We will have 50 minutes for the test. She is saying that there might only be 20 questions. Then she says I don't want to tell you 20, because they will be longer. Good. Excellent. So that means we will have less points to cushion are fall, but the test will be just as long. Suck.

I would like to crawl in a hole and not come out until May 2 when the semester is over.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Random Thoughts

  • I feel like an almost empty tube of toothpaste. I have just enough left in me that every person I encounter squeezes the shit out of me just to get a little more.

  • I've been keeping a running tally of words I really like, but rarely (if ever) use
    • ephemeral
    • vagabond
  • My Criminology professor told us today about a man who put his new born baby in the microwave. There are lows out there that are so deep I don't think you could find them with a backhoe. The baby is still alive. He only ran the microwave for 20 seconds.
  • Also today my American Realism professor showed us clips of Thelma and Louise and compared it to The Awakening. That is some form of sac-religion. I'm pretty sure of it. He is a man so he probably can't help it. All I could think about was Whoopi Goldberg saying, "I am not going over a cliff for you two."
  • I have 8 class before I graduate. That translates to 24 hours (not 1 day). I register for all of them on one day. On the second to last day of registration. Why would they do that to me? I have a billion and one hours. How many hours do you need to be classified as a senior? Am I there yet? For my final semester I believe I will only have to take 12 hours. That will be so fantastic.
  • I should make an appointment with an English adviser and a graduate school adviser. uhg.