I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
15 June 2006 @ 04:54 pm
out of curiosity...  
Poll #748724 These things matter, damnit.
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Which is the most annoying?

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people who lack subject-verb agreement
4 (15.4%)

people who pluralize words using apostrophes
19 (73.1%)

people who try to use "she" and "her" interchangably
3 (11.5%)



Unrelated musings, kind of vaguely fandom-y, but not my fandom )
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
05 June 2006 @ 07:38 am
aaaugh  
Somewhere in this building, there is an alarm clock going off, and it has been for, like, an HOUR. I can hear it and I can't SLEEP and I'm TIRED and WTF, UNIVERSE?????
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
08 March 2006 @ 05:09 pm
there's something to be said for living in filth  
So today was supposed to be my nice, relaxing day off, and it started grandly. I woke up, laughed at the universe, and fell back asleep... several times, in fact. I revel in being lazy. But apparently, that was bad karma or something, becaus okay. I finally got up, made myself lunch, then decided not to be a total gross slacker.

I went to the bathroom, then got in the shower, and took a nice, luxurious hot shower. And when I stepped out... I stepped into cold water. Startled, I looked around. I hadn't heard it, but the toilet had freaked out and overflowed after flushing. And it wouldn't stop. And there was about an inch of standing water on the bathroom floor, enough that it had spilled over into the hall and the living room. The two carpets and my bathrobe were SOAKED, and I panicked, grabbed my towel, and called Rachel. She was much more rational than I, and told me to get dressed very fast, and go find the super.

The super found it mildly amusing (I was still wearing a towel around my hair, as I'd been in a bit of a rush and my hair is a bitch to dry and brush). He got the water to stop, loaned me an industrial strength mop, and called the plumber.

Phone conference #3 went thusly:
Rachel: I'm on my way, waiting for the bus. Is there anything you want me to pick up on my way home?
Me: Paper towels. And liquor.
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
06 September 2005 @ 10:23 pm
A brief rant: genre fiction, pop culture, and academia  
I lied. When am I ever brief? )
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
02 September 2005 @ 06:31 pm
 
Arrrrrg. )
 
 
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
08 July 2005 @ 04:47 pm
The walrus was Paul, anyway.  
So last night, when I went to the theater for the rundown of the Fantastic Four, and had my first run in with the frequently customer that the staff has dubbed The Eggman. (He looks rather like Humpty Dumpty.) He is loud, he is irritating, he likes to pin down staff members and engage them in long, horribly boring, highly irritating conversation. He cuts in lines and expects people to not notice or react, he flips off box/concessions workers who ask him to wait in line like a normal human, and is just generally unpleasant.

And he meowed at me.
Read more... )
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
22 June 2005 @ 05:05 am
 
Y'all can stop bugging me, now, I found my phone. Like I said, I just needed to wait for it to be out of batteries and start beeping.

And yes, it is still on silent.

What? I hate talking on the phone.
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
19 February 2005 @ 09:33 am
For serious, now.  
I hate anxiety dreams. Haaaaaate. And the thing is, I'll go months at a time without remember a dream at all, or I'll have an appropriate number (one or two) before big things or things I'm unsure of: starting a new job, a travel, a big test if it happens to be early in the mroning. Whatever.

My issue is that I've had one almost every night for the last, like, two weeks. (Well. Maybe not not every night, but a way higher percentage of nights than usual.) There was the dream about Dan, at least three internship fear dreams, fear of sleeping through classes/work, the tooth losing dream, and now fear of traveling for spring break. (For those not in the know, Dan and I are heading to NY for a few days; he's visiting his brother and I'm visiting Rachel and Jess.)

travel )

I also keep dreaming about my dystopian novel, but I don't mind that so much. The original premise and the two main characters were from a dream anyway.

Stupid brain needs to turn off at night.
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
17 February 2005 @ 10:40 am
grumble  
I got eight hours of sleep last night, and the night before that, so why is it that my stomach is upset like I it usually is when I don't get enough? I mean, it's not like I didn't fall asleep immediately. I'm exhausted, and it's not like I'm going to be getting more than eight hours of sleep any time soon, if that. (Break is exciting, but won't be so much filled with the sleep.)

I just want another hour...maybe two?

ZzzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzz.....
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
16 February 2005 @ 10:25 am
ahem  
Dear Brain,

Enough with the anxiety dreams already. Yes, I get why you gave me nightmares the night before my interview, but look, I got the job. That means you should stop. Turn off at night. Let me get some sleep and not wake up in a panic an hour or two before my alarm goes off, worried that everyone (but especially my new boss) secretly hates me and that I can't do anything.

Newsflash, darling brain: I am not incompetent. I can really do everything I said I could on my resume. In other words, shut the fuck up at nights and stop giving me these doubts. It's not cool. For serious, yo.

Irritated love,
B
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
26 January 2005 @ 12:19 pm
arrrrrrrrrrrg!!!!  
stupid fucking snow i hate you go away grrrr stop fucking up my schedule die die die die die!!!!!

.....

I mean, good morning, how are you?
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
21 January 2005 @ 11:17 am
oy  
I say this with very deep sincerity: thank fucking god it's Friday. What a rotten week

Also, today's Penny Arcade cracked me up.
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
17 January 2005 @ 05:35 pm
spam eggs bacon sausage and spam  
[info]queenitsy: you're going to yell at me now, aren't you?
[info]harriet_vane: NO
[info]harriet_vane: hee.
[info]harriet_vane: accidental caps lock!
[info]harriet_vane I swear!

Incidentally, Jeanette Rankin was a suffragette and the first woman elected to Congress, before women had universal suffrage. No, that was not what horrified me. What horrified me was Rachel's statement that, for the most part, the women's rights movement isn't taught in American History classes. And while I realize that a curriculum only has so much space... I mean, isn't that one kind of important? A little? Is that just me?

Okay, fine, I'll go clean my room or something.
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
16 January 2005 @ 06:49 pm
quick poll  
My sister just horrified me beyond all belief.

Quick question: do you know, without looking it up, who Jeanette Rankin was?
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I have a degree in muderology *and* muderonomy!
18 April 2004 @ 01:08 pm
odd  
First I had upsetting anxiety dreams about failing out of school, then I woke up and two seconds later had a really awful bloody nose. I've never had one that bad before, ever. And I've only ever had them when the air is really dry, which it isn't at the moment so... what the fuck?

Also, more amusingly, Rachel and I got booed walking around Arlington yesterday. For wearing Yankees hats. Oh, how I love Boston.

(I don't get to watch the game today, grumble, because of being busy. Or tomorrow, probably, because of rehearsal and whatnot. Pout pout pout.)
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