Graduate School

how I sometimes feel when you are gone

I made this using the GIMP when I was supposed to be sleeping.

Box Car Willy: Part 2

Suffering from a fit of procrastination . See Part 1.

Poetic Invitations (what I said in Revolution Cafe)

I’d like to invite you all to an open mic during the Blinn Fall Festival. Tuesday (Halloween) from 10am-2pm in front of the E building on the Blinn campus.

You don’t have to be a Blinn student to read. You don’t have to be a student at all. You just have to bring a poem (or a speech or a song) with a message. And let’s face it, almost everyone here has one.

About poverty. About crime. Cancer. Cocaine. Kinky Friedman. It’s up to you.

I am *really* excited about this.

Do you know how hard it was to get this approved? Do you know how many Fat White Men in nice suits are gonna PISS THEIR PANTS on Tuesday? “Students? With Microphones? What if they say something inappropriate?!”

Duh. That’s pretty much the point.

This fall festival wasn't planned by The Man. It flies in the face of the mother. fucking. Man. It is the beginning of the Revolution.

…Yeh, I’m really excited.

One poet, who it turns out isn’t even here tonight— So now it’s like I’m talking about him behind his back— told me he wouldn’t read Tuesday because it “Wasn’t his scene.”

Now, I admit it: It’s pretty easy to read 'poetry with a message' when everyone in the audience agrees with you, but are you changing the world if you’re just preaching to the choir?

This is an opportunity to talk about The Way Things Are to people who might not want to listen. Or at least haven't had the chance to hear.

It won’t be cool. It won’t be bohemian. There certainly won’t be liquor. And you probably won’t save the world.

But you might change the mind or open the heart of one person. And you will make *one day* at Blinn College a little less like High School. In the end, isn’t that enough?

Tuesday. 10 to 2. That’s FOUR HOURS to spend 5 minutes
Making a Difference.

(Logen will be there.)

Adventures in NorthGate (or, How I Got Conned by Box Car Willy) - Part 1

Part 1:This is what comes out of being too anxious to study for the GRE.

Bagheera

My cat says "feed me" by jumping on my face a little before 4am almost every morning. This morning, I woke up thinking that my little brother just hit me with a baseball bat.

Thank goodness I realized it was Bagheera or else Joel would have gotten the crap beat out of him next time I went home.

the first of many angsty posts?

I wish I could draw something to illustrate how completely I care about him and how utterly devastated I will be when he is gone.

But I can't.

Here's a koala instead.
Pretty koala.

Pet Tip #784

Don't pick up the cat when you're naked.

Ver-friggin-izon

Because mindless phone zombies deserve to die.
P.S. When they ask for a number they can use to call you back if you get disconnected during trouble-shooting, don't take that to mean that they'll call you back if you get disconnected during troubleshooting.

Not even after you've been troubleshooting FOR AN HOUR.

And they laugh when you have to start all over again with a new person.

"Hi, my name is Sarah. Thank you for calling. What is your operating system?"
"But...I was just talking to Justin? C-can I talk to Justin again? I felt like we were finally getting somewhere."
"Yes Ma'm. My name is Sarah. If you could just try and restart your computer."
"I just did that. Just now. WITH JUSTIN."
".............."
"Is there even a Justin working there? JUSTIN?!"
"If I could just have a number where I can reach you should we get disconnected."
"WHEN IS JUSTIN GOING TO CALL ME BACK?! JUSTIN? CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

Justin, if you're out there. Call me. Please? Just pick up the phone, you BASTARD!

shopping (almost NSFW)

and no, I *didn't* get approved for a New York & Co. credit card.

"Texas Style Saved My Life!"

Liz: "You crazy Texans. You even have Texas-shaped CRACKERS!"
Me: "You have crackers shaped like your state too. They're squares."
This is from a conference AmeriCorps sent me too in the fall. Olympic medalist? Pffft.

regarding updates

and being boring takes up a lot of one's time.

no applause necessary

Bringing wit and semi-professionalism to the workplace.

flaming pants

Red accidently set his pants on fire yesterday. It was only a matter of time.

girlfriends and polar bears

Although I'd rather not do so: *snip*

Why Can't We All Just Get Along?

The Ex...*sigh*

The Red Rectangle

Me: "Youre angsty."
Logen: "I'm 19!"
Me: "Good point."

p.s. Buy Logen's book.

Masochism

So, every once in a while, when I feel like being insulted and hurt in a particularly awful way, I IM my ex-boyfriend. Last time was about a year ago. I often complain/brag that I have the curiosity of a five year old, and sometimes this gets me into trouble. I figure if Chris gets to be friends with his ex, I should at least extend the courtesy to mine. But holy crap, he hates me for breaking his heart.

Speaking of hearts, Chris made me a heart-shaped pizza for Valentine's Day. Well, the top of it was heart-shaped; the bottom and sides where in the shape of the rectangular pan. Obviously, he put a lot of painstaking effort into this. Still, it was covered with sun-dried tomatoes whose jar bosted of being imported from "Italy or Turkey". Mmm.

In conclusion, here is a picture of Red, one of my all-time favorite people.

karate practice

This is me sparring with Dan (or as Chris calls him, the "Magnificent Beast"). I was sore the next day.

Eat your heart out, ex-girlfriends

Happy Valentine's Day.