"wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words."

This is now my favorite picture ever. I mean ever. The Algonquin Hotel at Christmastime was one of the best things I could have ever seen. I will stay there one day, even though madre says that it costs like $500 a night or something obscene like that.

On Sunday we went to go see Bye Bye Birdie on broadway. It was amazing. We saw the show and went to the stage door after to get autographs (okay, really to meet Julia so she could give us a tour, but whatever). That is how we met John Stamos and Matt Doyle (Jonathan on Gossip Girl), which was fantastic and led to some pretty sweet pictures. After that we did tour backstage and the actual stage, which was also awesome.

All of my final papers were due yesterday, which means my life is a lot better. I still have three finals (two of which are within the next two days) but I'm not that stressed about them. My original plan was to study during the four hours of tutoring that I voluntarily worked, but instead I had the pleasure of tutoring one person for a three hour and fifteen minute period. I generally favor those who attempt to do the work themselves first, not the ones that show up with the work and expect me to hold their hand through it. At least it's over for the semester.

My plans for today include finishing watching the set of The O.C. episodes on SoapNet, studying a midge amount for Western Studies II, watching A Knight's Tale, writing my page long experiential component for Chaucer, and doing some laying around. Sounds good, except for the school related parts.





By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying,
Lady, make a note of this —
One of you is lying.

you know what

This is the only semi private place i can post things, so here it is.

FUCK YOU.

Okay, I may take this down. But for now, it's making me feel better.

"monastic humor. i miss out on all the fun."

This very much so expresses how I feel right now. Like I could fall asleep on anything at any time. I can't wait until it's Monday afternoon. Then all of my papers will be turned in and all the presentations (which, by the way, are tomorrow) will be over.

I should be doing some sort of work. Instead I'm making a lanyard at the library. I'm okay with my life.

"big stop just to renew your license to companion. can i use 'companion' as a verb?"

I'm not quite sure why the tutor center appears to lack heat, but my fingers are frozen. Typing this is difficult. I would just sit here with my hands in my pockets, but I think I'd look a little ridiculous sitting here staring at the screen rather than doing something. So it goes.

I can't wait until the 14th of December. All of my group projects/presentations are due the 10th and the four papers I have are due on the 14th. I have three finals after that, but I really don't care. That Monday, I plan on not paying attention in any of my classes. Then I plan on going to my room and doing nothing for the rest of the night. It will be awesome.

i'll soon be there with snow

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

It's snowing. And that's pretty much my favorite thing in the world. It even beats out caffeine. And that, my friends, is saying something.

The part that sucks is that I have to drive back to school in it. But whatever! It's still pretty.

"sir, i think you've got a problem with your brain being missing."

I am quite chilly. And tired. But caffeine is helping me move past the tired portion of today's show. The space heater isn't quite doing a good enough job to help me get over being freezing. I have to keep pausing in writing this so I can put my icey hands in my pockets for warmth.

Last night Dollhouse finally returned with two hours worth of Whedon-y goodness for all the world to see. I got to watch like an hour and twenty minutes or so. Then it was roommate bonding time, which is also always fun. We played Cranium, which Kt and I ultimately took victory for. It was touch and go for a little while though. Kt had to hum "Hotel California" like a billion times and I still couldn't quite get at what she was humming, then the red trivia cards were almost our death. But in the end, we were victorious. Then we just hung out and talked for a couple of hours. Which was definitely preferable to doing the mountains of homework I have to get done within the next week and a half.

Luminis is down. That means I can't access my spring semester bill, the payment for which is due on Monday. Luckily, madre didn't kill me when I told her yesterday about it. Or when I saw her today, I just got brief statements on how I really can't do this, I need to give more warning, blah blah blah. I decided that it would just be detrimental to me if I were to bring up the fact that she knows I do always have to pay some amount of money before the end of every semester. I don't think that would have won me any points, however. Thankfully Ramapo sent me the exact amount that I owe, which at least enables madre to fill out the check that I need to bring to the Bursar's office.

This whole lack of Luminis thing also means that I can't fill out my fucking timesheet for my fucking tutoring job. Do I sound downtrodden and bitter about this? I intended to. Maybe it's because fixing timesheet problems now require jumping through approximately five or six fiery hoops due to SOMEONE's inadequacy as an organizational leader. I really hope Luminis gets fixed before 11:59 p.m. tonight. Otherwise, I have to deal with another bout of crap for this damn money.






Harken: You fought with Captain Reynolds in the war?
Zoe: Fought with a lot of people in the war.
Harken: And your husband?
Zoe: Fight with him sometimes, too.
Harken: Is there any particular reason you don't wish to discuss your marriage?
Zoe: Don't see that it's any of your business, is all. We're very private people.

[Cut to Wash.]
Wash: The legs! Oh yeah, definitely have to say it was her legs. You can put that down. Her legs, and right where her legs... meet her back. Tha— actually, that whole area. That, and... and above it. Have you seen what she wears? Forget about it. Have you ever been with a warrior woman?

"you pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely."

I'm once again going to Shakespeare Plays sans caffeine. I should just mainline a couple of pixie stix before I go in order to make sure I stay awake.

Kidding. That would be vile.

"big damn heroes, sir."

It's the first day of December. I have a ridiculous amount of stuff to do for school. I woke up before eight o'clock this morning. Clearly this just leads me to post instead of trying to do something to lessen the INSANE amount of work that I have to do.

And I should drink that doubleshot espresso in the fridge. Caffeine will make me feel productive. The next two weeks are going to consist of me running on caffeine, denial, and panic. Seems like the recipe for heart palpitations.

Thanksgiving break went by really quickly. I watched a lot of TV. My entire weekend was a mash-up of Firefly, first series Doctor Who, the entire Thanksgiving marathon concocted by Na and I many moons ago, that James Dean biopic with James Franco, Beverly Hills, 90210, and more Lady GaGa/Beyonce/Britney videos than I think I've ever seen in one sitting.

Reconnecting with real people did not work out as well as I had hoped. That was less than pleasing. That just led me to hide further in my viewings of fictional people and their varied dire situations.

I love Firefly. And I watched Serenity last night and loved that too. Everyone in the cast is amazing. I'm so annoyed (retroactively, being as this was years ago) that Fox canceled it. I'm way more annoyed at this than at them canceling Dollhouse, being as they're letting the end of Dollhouse AIR. There was just no END to Firefly. Damn it, I'm annoyed all over again. Serenity was not enough. Finishing Firefly was part of the reason I ended up doing less work than I should have this morning at tutoring. I can finally look at everything I can possibly find about the series! Which means I went through all 25 pages of flair for it.




Also, I have no desire to ever go back to tutoring ever again. First of all, some girl with bitchface and a plaid dress gave me slight 'tude for printing in the tutoring computer lab. I got up to wait by the printer for my 30-35 page journal article on New Deal historiography (yes, that's how interesting life is right now) to print, and the following exchange ensued.

Plaid Girl: "Is that ALL one print job?"
Me: (keep in mind, it's early and I shouldn't speak to humans before ten in the morning) ...yes.
Plaid Girl stares at me like I've just killed her cat, then sighs at her computer. Proceeds to wait impatiently for my stuff to finish. As soon as it does, she proceeds to print like five different things. I can't tell what her deal was, but it's probably a good thing she didn't inform me. I had a few unkind words for her.

Someone actually came in for help today. People always come in for help on chapter four. Here's a secret: I didn't attend class AT ALL for chapter four. I never know what I'm doing, I have to figure it out anew every time. Luckily, it wasn't bad. But I didn't really tell her anything that she couldn't have gotten from reading the part of the textbook that I did.

When I originally told the girl that I was the tutor for stat, ex-roommate (AKA, the pantsless Bulgarian) stared at me with a slight smile on her face for quite some time. This is not a normal occurrence, our interactions pretty much stood at either completely ignoring one another or some glaring. I still have no idea why, but the fact that she didn't look away quickly enough caused me to give her a half smile to try to get her to stop looking at me. Later on, once the other girl had gone, one of the other Bulgarian girls was just unabashedly staring at me. I almost asked her if she wanted something, because I had no idea why someone would just openly stare at someone like she was. If she was simply people watching, she needed to be a bit further away from me. What a creeper.

I have several presentations to give in the next week and a half. First one's tomorrow, on Galileo. I hope that one goes smoothly and simply. The most terrifying one is the one for my Shakespeare Plays class. We have to interpret and perform a Shakespeare scene. I'm not exactly what you'd call an actor. My last acting stint was at the library for the Scooby Doo party. Nafzy called me the worst library phantom ever. So it goes. We're doing a scene from Othello. We haven't started. The closest we've come to starting is I thought of making Desdemona a high profile movie star and having Emilia be her personal assistant. Other than that, I've got nothing.

This is actually making me panic about work. I'm going to go do something for that.





A few quotes from Firefly's "War Stories":

Mal: [to Inara] Ah, the pitter-patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots... [to River and Kaylee] SHUT UP!

Mal: Okay. I'm lost... I'm angry... and, um, I'm armed.

Wash: Hey, I've been in a firefight before. [Pauses] Well, I was in a fire once. [Pauses] Actually, I was fired from a fry cook opportunity... I can handle myself.

Book: This should do.
Zoe: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?
Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.