Do I Want To Hit The Gym Today?

Literally, yes.

Metaphorically, no.

Gonna Hang Out In Berkeley Today

I HEART Berkeley in the summer.    Most of the UC students are gone.  It’s not toooo hot.   You can get 2 bubble teas for $3.  Used book stores with ginormous Classics sections.   Cafe Mediterraneum has the best breakfasts.  For serious.   I think Allen Ginsburg wrote Howl here back in the day.  Holler.

Trap Doors That Open…

I phind this picture of Kate Moss to be sorta cool. It exists for no other purpose.

Here are just some songs that I love a whole lot right now.  Your ears will thank you and your heart will rejoice if you go to iTunes and download them right this very minute!   I sound like I’m beig paid by iTunes.  I can assure you that I am not!   I use exclamation marks too much.  Sorry! 

1. Radiohead:   In Limbo — Beautiful song. 
2. Hooverphonic:  The World Is Mine — Such a cute song.  I mean it sounds like some bytchphace from 1979 singing on the Love Boat or something.  It’s also the theme for that BBC series Mile High (which is how I discovered the song in the first place).  Sing this shiz in the shower before you go off to work. 
3. Lush:  Love-Life –  I actually downloaded this one on accident.  But it’s my favorite Lush song by far.   It’s smooth and sorta joyful.
4. The Guess Who:  She’s Come Undone — One of my top-10 favorite songs of all time.  It’s just simple and cute or something.
5. Tribe Called Quest:  Award Tour –  I was obsessed with New York City in the 90s.  I’ve never been to New York, though.  This song makes me nostalgic for the New York I never knew for no good ephing reason. 
6. The Smiths:  Girl Afraid — If you’re not into Morrissey or familiar with the Smiths, this song’s a very easy intro.   It’s short, and perfect.   One of my top 5 favorites.  “Girl afraid/Where do his intentions lay?/Or does he even have any?”    <— Classic. 
7.  Limp Bizkit:  Re-Arranged –  I don’t think it’s necessary to even defend this.  Just listen to it.  Think about it.
8.  Radiohead:  Everything In Its Right Place — Mostly I just love the music….
9. Foghat:  Slow Ride  — Sorry.  But this is a phucking cool song. 
10. Siouxsie and the Banshees:   Kiss Them For Me — Will do. 
11. Radiohead:  Scatterbrain — Gorgeous.

I Succumbed

Lila Fowler Is A Snobby Bytch.

I never thought I’d break down and scour ebay for Sweet Valley Twins books.   But I did this just the other night, and I feel all sorts of ashamed of myself.  Not really, though!   My reluctance was mostly founded on the belief that once I did something like this, the flood gates would be opened, and I’d start searching for every other damn YA book I ever read between the years of 1987-1992.  (In 1992 I discovered Kerouac and Tennessee Williams and there was no looking back, until the other day, that is. )  

I bought a set of 39 books;  far too many. 

I don’t plan on re-reading this shit, but I’m not going to rule it out, either.   I just sort of want to have them around.   I’m just a severely sentimental person and nostalgia will always rule supreme here on this blog and in my soul.   The past few weeks I’ve been feeling very blah blah blah.   Weird?   Older?   Unhappy?  Disconnected from my life as I now know it.   I had a much different idea of what I’d be like in my adulthood when I was like 12 years old. 

This sort of thing always happens in the summer.   Summer used to be so golden because all there was, was  time.   From morning till night all we ever did was play when we were kids.  Go to friends’ houses.   Walk to 7-11and get slurpee’s and Big Gulps and stuff.  Play basketball.  Have slumber parties.  Get in trouble.

There were also frequent  trips to the library. 

I read everything.  my favorites were Sweet Valley Twins and Nancy Drew.   I was never really into Sweet Valley High, though.   I remember going to Kmart with my mom and always drifting towards the book section and then returning to my mom and the shopping cart with one of these stupidly awesome books in my hand.   There was only a 50/50 chance she’d buy it for me, though. 

Cosco was better, though.   They sold them in boxed sets.   Hee.

 

Riddle Me This

How do 100+ people stop by a blog every day and not leave a damn comment? 

That’s tantamount to you going to somebody’s house, opening the door without knocking, kicking open their fridge, pouring yourself a tall glass of  kool-aide, peeing in their toilet, rooting through their medicine cabinet, and then just phucking leaving without saying a word.

… and I just cracked myself up…

Goodnight.

I Joined A Gym

^ My Goal. Just Kidding.

For the past two weeks I have been going to the gym.    I sort of hate the gym, but I sort of hate feeling uncomfortable in my skin and clothes too.  It’s not a size thing, it’s a comfort thing.   Plus I have a closetful of clothes I can’t fit!  Cute clothes.  Trendless clothes.  Hot and lovely Stuff I found at thrift stores and have had for forever.   Blah Blah.

Yeah, so I want to be able to wear my old clothes when I start school again this fall.

I’m serious.   I even signed up with a personal trainer.  It’s a one-time thing where they show you how to use weights properly and which machines to use to help you burn the most phat  and all that.   Cool beans, right?

Those weight  machines are killing me, though!   It hurts to move.   It hurts to yawn, even.   Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating.   Regardless, I get to go back and beat my body up again today.  

It’s actually not so bad going to the gym, really.  There is the fact that I hate being in close proximity to strangers who are sweating profusely, and also the fact that gyms are just kinda stinky by nature.   But I tend to go when no one’s really there, so it’s cool.

It’s also kind of relaxing just having nothing to do for an hour except using your body.   You can think, day dream. or watch soap opera’s and no one will ever phucking know.   Ha. 

Random note:   The other day they were playing Elizabethtown  on one channel  and I realized how stupid-looking Orlando Bloom was.  

By the way, I’m trying to lose 15 pounds by the end of August.   Doable, I think.   The only problem I am having is people who keep buying cookies and cakes and it’s really phucking rude!  Plus, I’m heading to New Orleans this week and that’sgoing to cause me some more problems.  Boo to the hoo!    That hotel better have a bloody gym.

Maybe after I’ve lost my 15 I should start one of those annoying blogs where people take pictures of what they’re wearing everyday and talk about how stylish they are.   JUST BLOODY KIDDING!   I would never do that to you people as those blogs are the foulness. 

Except Lopi’s blog @ the Fashion Architect!   She’s got the loveliest sense of style ever.  

This post is now over.

 

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Thank God It’s Over

All those horror stories I’d heard about grad school are sort of true.   TRUE!  I was such a sleep-deprived, cranky, and soul-less  bytch!  Whatever,  I wasn’t even in it all hardcore.  I didn’t really have any graduate level classes yet.   That starts in August.  I feel sorry for the people who have to deal with me next semester.   I really, really do.  

What they make graduate students in undergraduate classes do is pretty much write really long papers and take leadership roles in the class.  Which was fine, even though I didn’t know what I was doing.

There was some serious drama in that one history class that I didn’t particulalry like.   It wasn’t the class’s fault, though.   Mostly it was mine.  I needed a class and it filled the bill. 

It’s over.   Thank the gods.   The last three or four weeks have been a steady and insecure hell.  Should I drop it or shouldn’t I drop it?   I played tennis with this question in my head non-stop.  I sort of wanted to die.   There was the fact that if I did drop it, I wouldn’t have advanced at all in my quest for a degree.  On the other hand, if I didn’t drop it and got a bad grade, I could get kicked out the program.

The last week was the absolute worst week in the world.   I am a stellar procrastinator.  I chose to start writing my 20+ pp historiography paper then.  Actually, it wasn’t so much procrastinaiton as it was having checked out 100 books on my general subject and still not having a thesis to work with.   At the last minute I pulled one out.  It was lame, but it got my paper written.   Sadly, I had to miss my little brother’s graduation ceremony and celebration in order to get it written, but I did it.    Even then, it was several days late.

I can’t quit anything.   Isn’t that sick?   I’ve never dropped a class.   Even when I’m facing down being kicked out of school for receiveing a bad grade, I can’t drop.

Sigh.

I returned all the books I checked out for my paper on Tuesday and I had to take my little sister along becaus I couldn’t carry them all.  It was sort of funny.

I was looking for an image of a ’stressed female graduate student’ to illustrate  this post.  The best I could do in this regard actually turned out to be a pictue of a white dude (see above).  This image search also directed me to a whole bunch of realllly boring grad student blogs.  I hate grad students I think.   Haaaa.