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2009 6 June :: 10.43pm
:: Music: 'Ode To My Family' --The Cranberries
Stages
Yesterday, I walked up onto a stage, shook hands with the Dean of the Humanities, and received a certificate acknowledging me as a Dean's Award winner. I won it for an essay I wrote about the old English text of Beowulf while I was studying in Berlin.
A week from today, I will walk across another stage and probably shake another hand; but this stage will be outside and the hand I shake will probably belong to the provost of my college. When it's over, I'll have a B.A. in world literature and only a few tenuous ideas of how to proceed as a graduated and fully accountable member of society.
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2009 1 June :: 11.05pm
I'm lying on the couch with my computer on my lap, watching Inu Yasha with the headphones in because Nathan is working on the 10-page paper he has due on Thursday. I feel like I should have something to do other than watching anime and being a lazy bum, but I don't, really, other than reading articles in preparation for my politics final coming up at the end of the week, which I'm going to start tomorrow.
On Saturday I went to the art supply store downtown and bought a scrapbook-type album with black pages and grey fabric covers, held together by a blue-grey ribbon. I'm using it to display my band-aid collection. I've stuck one of each type of band-aid I've horded over the past decade or so in, and then with a white pen wrote in the name of the band-aids (if they have one; if not, a description), the brand, and where and when I got them. I need to beef up the collection now. The book isn't even half-full yet.
It's less than two weeks now until I graduate, and that's only just beginning to sink in. Recently I've been cruising the interblag looking for jobs or internships I can do over the summer, and I've learned 3 rather trying things about the editing field:
1) every job and its mother is located in New York City, which I very much do not want to live or work in
2) those offering internships hate graduates, probably because they can't be offered school credit instead of money
3) those offering jobs hate graduates, probably because they don't know enough yet
It's a paradox that everyone wants experienced employees, and so no-one is willing to give new employees any experience.
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2009 21 May :: 9.21pm
aww mama had her surgery today
and for the past few hours shes just been sickies from the meds.
i hate seeing people throw up, its really sad
i hope she gets better
better than a one hand marm though
lol
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2009 14 May :: 9.04pm
There are often eggs smashed on the sidewalks of our apartment complex. I wonder about this sometimes, at it is a strange thing to be happening over and over again.
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2009 11 May :: 6.04pm
When I was on the bus the other day from yoga to work, a girl got on at the last on-campus stop and started talking to the bus driver in Spanish -- he very fluently, she less so. He handed her a silver cylinder with ribbed sides and a long slender thing that looked like a skinny, angular tuning fork with a few extra tines. Turns out it was a percussion instrument used for mariachi music, and he spent a while explaining to her the different ways it could be played to accompany different styles of music. She noodled around with it for a while, with him coaching. A few stops before mine she struck up a pretty solid rhythm and the bus driver started singing La Bamba. When he got to the chorus he shouted "Everybody now!" and everyone else on the bus started singing La Bamba too.
Just before I got off they finished La Bamba and launched into Twist and Shout; I could still hear the singing as the bus pulled away and I walked in to work with a smile on my face.
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2009 28 April :: 9.29pm
getting my septum pierced friday
WOOT
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2009 20 April :: 8.31pm
There are cockroaches in our house, which is grossing me out a LOT. We found two of them today, which is apparently a bad sign because you're not supposed to see them during the day. Strangely, they are in the closet, and not the kitchen, where I'd expect them.
Time to call the landlord.
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