Sunday, January 24, 2010

I am attempting to write a critical term response. So, of course, I am writing a blog entry and doing all
I can in between paragraphs...sentences...to procrastinate. Silly? Yes. Possibly a stupid plan? Most
definately.

But oh god, it feels so good!

Anyways.

Since Windows Media Player is being a doorknob, I've been going through some individual songs I've
had relaxing in my external hard drive's music folder and I have to say I'm quite impressed [and
shocked and/or confused about why I had the song] at some of my music choices.

And thus I leave you with this, as I figure W.E.B. DuBois needs my attention more than any of you
do. Ta.


Wednesday, January 13, 2010

rufus

Presentations are a somewhat scary thing. Especially when those presentations aren't on some topic that you are not directly connected to but instead focus in on something that you think is absolutely fabulous that you've done only to possible have other people tell you, 'nah. Do something else.'

How do you impress an audience without getting too entirely preachy, english-essay-y and keeping it on a calmer level? It makes me tempted to make two versions and see what everybody else does before deciding on which one to pitch at them.

Two key things to keep your brain was busting: tea in a pretty cup and saucer and Rufus Wainwright's Hallelujah [I think I've been caught in a constant circle and have played it about 4 times in a row now].




Thursday, January 7, 2010

songs for your sanity

Here are some songs to help your sanity, whether you're troubled with life, art or grad school decisions.





Sunday, January 3, 2010

Added Resolutions

After writing that last post and looking at some other posts from other blogs, I remembered that it is, in fact, a new year and I completely forgot to do anything to celebrate it resolution-wise or reminiscing-wise.

Jess, who I was talking about earlier, and I talked about 2009 earlier today and for her, 2009 was a very exciting year with many great, exciting things and new experiences happening for her. I could not think of a very great, monumental thing that had happened. There were many great and fabulous moments: Kyleman's and my first anniversary together, the birth of Nessa-boop, my fairy goddaughter, and a few other things but all in all, I perhaps consider 2009 to be a pretty tame year. I'm hoping 2010 might take me for a bit more of a ride.

I also don't really have any resolutions. I never seem to; life changes so much does it really make sense to set goals that may seem unreasonable months later when circumstances change and you have to survive the best you can? Perhaps survive is too strong a word.

Forced, my resolutions are these:

1. Be less cranky with Kyle when it's that time of the month
2. Work hard at school to get into grad school.
3. Not have a mental breakdown if I have to move to big, scary Toronto.
4. Eat more salad; learn to use less caesar dressing.
5. Finally put my emergency car kit in Mabel's truck before dire circumstances arise and I curse my forgetfulness.

how to make your car last [almost] forever

Tonight Victoria 2 and I convinced our boyfriends to go see The Princess and the Frog with us. It was fabulous. Personally, I believe Disney needs to give computer animation a break and go back to their old school habits and crank out some more like this movie.

Also, because the day started so shittily, my lovely friend Jess offered me a space on her couch and a cuddle with her baby, my fairy goddaughter. Oh yes, I am a fairy godmother - signed, sealed and delivered. My little boppit and her momma really did make me feel better and thus I have advice for all you crankybots out there: find a baby [mind you, don't just find any old baby - preferably it is a baby already in your acquaintance or at least an acquaintance of someone who can vouch that you are not a baby stealer] and cuddle them, kiss them on the head, heck, smell their head while your at it! and try to make them smile because while you make their little chubby cheeks giggle, you'll start giggling yourself.

True story.