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I got my Antigone essay back today--the first essay of the year. I was really worried about it. I always am the first time with a new teacher, because I don't know how they grade or what they're looking for, or anything.

I got an A-! :D:D:D:D:D HOT DAMN!!! My teacher even read the whole thing out load to the class as an example of a really strong essay, pointing out all the good things I did, where I had really strong textual analysis, etc.

YAYYYYYY!!!!!
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God fucking dammit. I am so goddamned fucking pissed I don't even know how to express it. It's just fucking everything It's all the people outside and in the hall who apparently think that "quiet hours" mean "Yell as loud as you BLOODY FUCKING CAN". It's the fact that I've laid in bed for the past forty-fucking-five minutes trying to get to bed, and having no damned luck of it. For a girl who falls asleep at the drop of a hat, that's a goddamned long time. And it's dirty laundry that I'm not going to air because I'm being stupid and selfish and irrational and my mind my be saying, "Fuck all that, you deserve to rant", but I'm not quite infuriated enough to have lost the last ounce of control. I was in a bad mood earlier and I didn't know why, I'm in a worse mood now and I DO know why, but I can't fucking rant about it because I don't want to be hurtful or make people feel guilty or act like my needs are more important than someone else's. But dammit, it's goddamned fucking frustrating and I don't have any fucking outlet for any of it. I can't go yell at the assholes who don't have to get up in the morning and don't care if anyone else does, I can't yell at whatever the fuck it is that's keeping me from being able to fall back asleep, I can't yell and my goddamn bad mood, and I don't want to yell about the dirty laundry. No, that's not correct. I do want to yell about it. I want to go stark raving mad about it, foaming at the mouth, ranting and raving and screaming like a fucking banshee. But I'm not going to, and that's hard, and that only makes the seething bad mood worse.

And to top the whole damned thing off, I'm having waking-nightmares about the damned movie, The Ring. Watched it several weeks ago, didn't bother me until tonight, but suddenly I was laying in bed paralyzed by fear while images of the dead bodies flashing through my mind. (If you've seen the movie, you'll understand why those images are so bone-chillingly terrifying. If you haven't...you'll have to either watch the movie or do an image search on Google. I can't--I'd have to look at the pictures to see if they're the right ones, and the memory of them is horrible enough. I don't need to be reminded about all the horrible details that I missed because I had my face buried in my quilt and only caught a flashing glimpse of it.

I'm tired, I'm pissed, I'm depressed, I'm guilty, and I'm scaring myself to bloody death. I just want to fucking cry, but I can't even do that, because I always feel worse after I cry, and if I do cry, dammit, I want someone on the phone to comfort me. But that goes back to the dirty laundry, and not acting like my needs are more important than someone else's.

MROWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

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Oct. 22nd, 2003 05:22 pm
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Okay, things just got incredibly stressful in the past...hour. Bleargh. As if stress about midterms wasn't bad enough.

1) I realized on the treadmill at Helm's Deep that I completely forgot to go to my Anthro discussion today. Big oops.

2) I went to check out the readings for my IR class from the Housing Office today, and--surprise!--they're gone. They're not checked out--they're just gone. No one knows where they are, I have no way to get them, and I need them read by class tomorrow. Joy. (And doesn't it just figure that the readings that look REALLY interesting are the ones that I CAN'T read? Ugh)

3) I signed onto the Evo forums to just chill and relax for a bit...and--surprise! again--there's a post by Nonny about the NaNo workshops next week. Oh yeah. Volunteered myself to do one of those. Oh yeah--volunteered myself to do TWO of those. Never mind the fact that I've never given a workshop before, and am not quite sure how the hell to go about it.

Uuuuuuugh.

*thunks*

Okay. *deep breath* I can do this...
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Conversation between me and Dylan:

[we're at Cha for Tea drinking tea, and Dylan and Erin are playing chess. The song with the lyrics "Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money" is playing, and Alea is singing along with it.]

Dylan (laughs): You know, I find her singing this so ironic because it's so true.
Me: So you think I'm going out with my boyfriend because of the money in his bank account?
Dylan (considers): I don't really consider you to be a girl.
Me (rofl): What am I, androgynous?
[Dylan ponders this for a moment, then nods.]
Dylan: Yep. That's about right.

oh JESUS

Oct. 17th, 2003 07:10 pm
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Oh JESUS. *collapses in a boneless heap on the floor* I just got the shit scared out of me.

I'm sitting in my room reading one of my old WIPs. All of the lights are off, so its pitch black except for the light from the screen. It's hot in here, so I've got the windows open and my fan going, and suddenly I was jarred out of my story by this tap on my left shoulder--where no one should be, because the door's on my right and the window's about four inches away from my shoulder on my left. I jumped about a mile out of my chair. (And I watched Signs earlier today, so I'm already edgy :p) Ishrieked, looked over my shoulder, and it's just the damn blinds blowing from the breeze through the windows. But YEESH. Scared the bloody CRAP out of me.

Dissed

Oct. 17th, 2003 06:03 pm
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I've been dissed. Actually, several of us have. They went to dinner without grabbing us. About...twelve of them. They didn't grab me, they didn't grab Amy, they didn't grab Lizzy, they didn't grab Dylan...

*sigh*
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I just got out of the shower, and decided to put on the monochromatic-blue sleeveless sundress thing I've got, that Mom got in Hawaii, IIRC. Emily glanced into the room while I was sitting at the comp, and gasped and came running into the room.

"Oh my god, you're all dressed up. Where are you going?"
"Um. Nowhere."
"Oh, how come you're wearing a dress?"
*shrugs*
"Here, stand up, lemme see!"
*stands up, waits as Emily oohs and ahhs over the dress.*
"That's really pretty. Oh wow, I'm gonna go take a shower and put on a dress, too!" *runs off to the bathroom*

Yikes...it's not like I'm wearing a formal gown...it's just a sundress... o_O ...
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It's midnight...and there's a one-man Broadway revival going on in the room next door... *grin*

Only in college, man. Only in college. *grin*
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Jen made a good point on my other blog when she asked for my class schedule, so I'm going to make it an official, full-fledged post, so everyone has the information. :)
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Monday:
no classes


Tuesday:
9:30-10:20

Humanities Core Lecture

11:00-12:20

Anthropology 2A Lecture

12:30-1:50

Humanities Core Discussion


Wednesday:
2:00-2:50

Anthropology 2A Discussion


Thursday:
9:30-10:20

Humanities Core Lecture

11:00-12:20

Anthropology 2A Lecture

12:30-1:50

Humanities Core Discussion

2:00-4:00

Interpersonal Relationships


Friday:
no classes

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Although I don't have class from 10:20-11:00 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I'm probably not going to be available, and if you do manage to catch me on the cell phone, I'm probably going to ask to call you back, because that's the only chance I get to eat at all until dinner, so I'll be power-walking from my humanities lecture to Pippin, eating like a maniac in the 15 minutes I have, and then power-walking back to my anthropology lecture.
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Oh man, college is weird. Go out on the weekends, and it's dead. I went down to the student center on Saturday, which is about a half-mile walk each way, and can count on both hands the number of people I saw outside of Middle Earth.

Step outside of Middle Earth during the week, however, and it's an adventure. On Friday, I went down to the Student Center. On the way, I got to walk through proselytizers, TAs on strike, girls trying to get me to join their sororities, and guys trying to get me to come to their frat parties. I went down to the student center again today. Just outside of Middle Earth, there were several people using bullhorns, shouting about Prop 54 being Bad, and Evil, and how everyone should vote NO on it, even if they don't usually vote. Didn't bother to tell us what Prop 54 was about, though, which I was disappointed about. Got me interested. Anyway, after the political shouting, there was...some sort of bazaar. I don't know what it was, but I hope it's a frequent thing, because it was cool. Stands set up along either side of Ring Road, people selling all sorts of things, from shoes to purses to wallets to artwork to candles and votive holders, bright colors all over the place, and the smell of incense in the air. Very cool. Very surreal--not the sort of thing I ever would have expected to see walking through a college campus. But very cool. Made me wish I had brought a couple bucks with me--most of the stuff was priced very well.

And now, I'm off to Helm's Deep to try to get my anthro reading done. It's very interesting stuff, it's just slow going. I've got about 30 pages left.
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The Pippin Commons is...weird. Apparently they've taken it upon themselves to try and get students to eat more vegetables. And their method of making vegetables more appetizing is, apparently, through completely negating the nutritional value. The other day we had fried okra. Today, we had fried cauliflower. o_O Man, if I want something friend, I'm going to eat *real* fried food, not fried vegetables. And if I want vegetables, chances are I don't want them dipped in batter and saturated with oil. Blechh.
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Someone in chat today was showing off pictures of his bedroom, so I got inspired to dig up my webcam and take some pics of my dorm room. :) Figured y'all might like to see where I'm spending the year. ;)

View pictures )
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Oh man. Anthro2A ROCKED today. We spent about the last half of the class watching an episode of "Star Trek: The Next Generation", as an example of incommensurability--when a culture is soooo different from your own that it becomes impossible for cultural translation to take place. The episode was a GREAT example of it. Captain Piccard gets thrown into the wildernees with the captain from the ship of another species, and even with the Universal Translater, they're completely incomprehensible. It sounds like they're just speaking gibberish. And eventually he realizes that it's because they speak entirely in metaphor from their history and mythos. For example, when the alien gives Piccard a dagger to protect himself from a beast that's about to attack them, he says "Shaka, with arms open." He says the same thing that night, when he gives Piccard a burning log, because Piccard can't get his fire started. So, Piccard realizes that "Shaka, with arms open" equates to "Here, take this", or similar--arms open in generosity, etc. And "Treshar, when the walls fell" represents failure, etc. And they end up having a whole conversation, where Piccard ends up realizing that the other captain beamed him down to the planet's surface in an attempt to make friends between the two of them. Man, that was a filking COOL conversation. The other captain keeps saying, "Darmok, on the ocean." So Piccard picks up a stone, says "Darmok", puts in on the ground, and draws a circle in the dust around it, and says, "The ocean." "Darmok at Velar. Velar on the ocean." "Velar on the ocean? Oh, Velar's an island!" "Darmok at Velar. Telmat at Velar." "They came separately?" "The beast at Velar. (some reference to success that I can't remember...:p)." "Victory. They were victorious." "Darmok and Telmat, on the ocean." "They left together...they became friends..." Which is pretty much what the other captain does to Piccard--beams the both of them down to the planet, his ship has some gadget set up that makes it impossible for the crew to beam him back, and the two are forced to battle some weird flickering electromagnet beast together, and in the process, become friends. It was a very, very, very cool episode. :D Even though it did make me late to my HumCore discussion... :p

Man, I am going to LOVE this class. :D

Had my first Interpersonal Relationships class today, too. That seems like it's going to be a really neat class, as well. :) About 16 people, compared to the 400 or so in my other lecture classes... :) Will have more on that as I have more classes--didn't do much but intro to the course stuff today.
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*sigh*

Just finished my first HumCore homework. Goddammit, this is stuff I would have done as a freshman in high school! Questions like "Draw a diagram showing the family relationships between Antigone, Ismene, Eteocles, Polynices, Oedipus, Jocasta, Creon, Eurydice, and Haemon". And "Tell the fate of these characters at by the end of the play (alive or dead), and how they got that way." This is busy work, and one of the things I hate most in the world. I thought I was done with this when I took AP last year. AP barely had any busy work, and no matter how much I complained about the real work that I had to do, I never once had to complain about assignments that were pointless. One fucking assignment into the class, and it's busywork all over the place.

*snarls*
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More hilarity from Mike (who I have dubbed Tea Boy ;)). At the suggestion of Nonny, I was making myself some green tea at dinner tonight. Mike walked up to the counter as I was tearing the packets open.

"More tea, huh?"
"Yep. This is green tea."
*Mike picks up the packet and reads it." " 'Zen: Green Tea and Herbal Infusion'. So, does this tea make you Zen when you drink it?"
"No. It helps make my sore throat feel better."
"Oh. Okay."

:p I love this guy. He doesn't crack jokes as often as Dylan, but he's not sporadically an ass, either. And when he does make jokes, he's very funny. :)

(On second thought, I don't want to dub Mike "Tea Boy". I like the title he gained at Battle of the Clusters: "The Red Man". :p)
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Just got back from my first day of classes. Humanities Core Lecture was...*shrugs* Not much. The director of the program introduced herself and gave information on the course that I'd already heard before, then the first of the lecturers talked for the rest of the class, but it was just basic, introductory stuff to give the background about the works we're going to be reading while he's lecturing.

Anthro 2A was very very cool. :D The professor is really funny and energetic. He started the class off with a demonstration of how a cultures symbols influences a person's impressions. He started out the class in a black suit with a tie, then while he was talking about these study in psychiatry where a class was given a class evaluation form ten minutes into their first class, and then at the end of the quarter, and the two evaluations were pretty much exactly the same, he took off his jacket and his tie and his white shirt, revealing his olive-green "Rage Against the Machine" t-shirt beneath, and put on a leather jacket, and was talking about how our impression of him when he was wearing the suit, versus if he had started class wearing the t-shirt and leather jacket, would have been completely different. The lecture was basically about symbol systems, what symbols are and how they affect our everyday lives, how they are totally arbitrary and differ between cultures, etc. He seems like a very cool guy.

And in the middle of talking about the class rules regarding cell phones, he said "When you'll read the contract, you'll see that if your cell phone goes off in class, I get to take one percentage point off of your final grade." And *right* as he said "grade", someone's cell phone went off...

He laughed and said "Don't worry, I'm not going to do that now; you didn't know. I'll bet someone out there knows the number of someone in the room, and called them just now, because they thought they would get in trouble. That's mean." He's very funny. :)

After anthro, I had my Humanities Core discussion section, which was...very very boring. She just talked about really basic writing stuff--arguments and premises and conclusions, which I KNOW. That's child's play to me, I spent a year in AP English! So, I'm just a little frustrated by the prospects of that class.

But anthro is way cool. Anthro's going to rock. :D

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