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Blair- Laughing

Swan-diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette

I've spent this last week at either one of two extremes: chagrined or amused.

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And there's my soul-searching for the day.

In other news, I've been writing some interesting things lately. It feels good to be writing again period, but I'm especially proud of this recent stuff.

Also, I win at life, but not by much with regards to my summer classes. I don't think I got an A on my exam, but I think I passed it... which is awesome considering I studied for about 2 hours with only the text to guide me.

So, yet again I took quizzes that katja had on her journal. All of the results are surprisingly accurate, for once, especially the temperament and attention span ones. Also they're eerily related to the beginning of this post...
Heh, in any case, I heartily recommend them.

Teehee- I have cholera. But actually this is really accurate. If you know me, you know the first two sections are ridiculously true: especially "easily excited" and "instantly passionate" LOL The last part I like to think is untrue... but not completely.

You Have a Choleric Temperament

You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.

Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.

You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.

You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.

Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.

You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.

At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.

Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.

A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.

HA, I don't think this comes as a surprise to anyone...

Your Attention Span is Short

What attention span? It's difficult for anything to keep your interest.

You are so easily distracted, it's a wonder you could finish this quiz!

You find focusing a challenge. Your mind tends to wander to the strangest places.

While it may be hard for you to complete tasks, you're very creative.

You are easily inspired, and you are often thinking of something interesting.

The world would be a boring place without people like you.

I would like to know who these salsa personalities are...

You Are Barbeque Sauce

You are a social person. You enjoy cooking for other people.

You are both skillful and competitive. You enjoy mastering hard tasks.

You appreciate complexity more than simplicity.

Your taste in food tends to lean toward interesting flavors.

You appreciate exotic spice combinations. You tend to like cutting edge, fusion cuisine.

You get along with all personalities from a distance. Except salsa personalities, who always seem to annoy you.



So, while I was sorting through school books today (damn bookstores... WHY WON'T YOU BUY THEM BACK!?) and I came across a tiny reference book I forgot I even had...

"100 Words Every Word Lover Should Know"

Man, I'm in trouble. People need to stop feeding my obsessions with books geared toward me specifically.  Also, alchemy is an excellent word. Also-also, glossolalia is actually in this book. I AM A GOD.

In other, non-word related news...

My classes are going pretty well, or as well as summer courses go. I think if I was taking them during the regular semesters I'd be much more interested, but as it is... I mostly want to hang out at the pool. Social Psych is awesome though, Role Theory is an amazing thing to think about.

Brody Ro-Ro is turning TWO YEARS OLD tomorrow! Now, since he's a rescue, I don't actually know his d.o.b., but I figured June 16th was as good a day as any, since it's also my half-birthday. I'm making home-made treats for him, and we're going to go celebrate with a day at the dog park (...and then potentially a pool party that he isn't invited to ;)).

Also, sometimes I make bad life decisions.

Summer time and the livin's easy...ish.

Hokay, round two of summer courses.

I've got Social Psychology(Soc 340) at 8:30am for the rest of the summer (this makes me sad face.)

And then I've got Principles of Sociology(Soc 402) at 1pm, with an awesome professor who (unfortunately) kinda forgot how to teach an undergraduate seminar. I don't mind the extra work though, since he looks just like Owen Wilson. If Owen Wilson was 55, gone to seed, and a delightfully silly Marxist. The man is my hero.

Professor Wilson Hogan Quotes from class today:

- (referring to the fact that it would be more productive/cheaper to send criminals to Harvard rather than prison)
"A lot of people are in prison who are not very dangerous. Especially compared to the people in Harvard."

- (referring to himself teaching a class required for Law & Society)
"I'm just amused that Purdue hired a Marxist to teach Marxism to cops."

- (referring to positions in an organization, socially)
"It does have a social influence- a lot like the Tinkerbell Theory of Fairies. You know, clap your hands and Tink comes back to life? Peter Pan? Tink is dying and Peter says if you believe in fairies then everybody claps their hands and it saves her? Anybody? WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE ARE SO JADED?!?!?!"


The point is I have a shazz ton of writing to do this summer, which is a good thing. Because I like to procrastinate required writing by writing whatever I damn well please. So at least I'll be doing something.

Also, I have the next two weekends off work for no reason. ...I'm suspicious.

Brody is getting a bath tomorrow which is good 'cause he's got ridiculously long claws at the moment. Plus he kinda stinks.

The pool at my apartment community is open, which means I've been hauling my day-glow whiteness out there most days, reading silly books about flappers and Steinbeck. And through a lot of time and SPF 45, I've managed to darken myself to white. YAYAH. Plus my back-to-natural blonde hair is sun-bleaching nicely. I look like my summer self.

Golly Jeepers Mister, you sure are big

How the HELL did I get this much stuff? It took me and my fam 3 days to move me out of my old apartment.  And my new one is a bit smaller (...or maybe just partitioned?) so fitting the crap in was fun. BUT I'm in, it's done, and the place is super cute. Brody, especially, loves it. I swear 75% of the people here have dogs! WOOT!

Also: Twilight trailer!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also: Apparently my summer classes accidently got cancelled. Oh silly Purdue, WHY DO YOU SUCK AT ANYTHING CLERICAL?!?!?! So now I have to go reschedule them (the first one starts on Monday!!) and hope that no one in the financial aid office notices that I'm not registered for any credit hours... 'cause they'll cancel my aid too!!

My life is always interesting.

Politics and finals... you'd think i'd be less bored.

I watched the president speak today... well, sorta. It was more like Katja was watching and giving a play-by-play over the phone 'cause I didn't have access to TV at the moment. Anywhoots, my point is: man, I hate that guy!

Let me elaborate:

Really, W? The solution to high gas prices is drilling in ANWAR? Really? And I suppose your oil company buddies had NOTHING to do with that decision.

Also, getting pissed off and yelling about congress not doing what you want is not so president-y of you. Do you really think congress is gonna back you if they want to get re-elected? 'Cause I'm thinking that would be a dumb move on their part. And isn't  the point of having a president seperate from congress that whole "checks-n-balances" thing? It's GOOD that they aren't acting like your pawns for a change... even 3rd graders know that.

And finally, lame "accidental" plug for Republic candidate John McCain. Mr. President, you are quite a bad actor.

Which brings me around to my final politic-y rant of the day:
In reading the local paper (Journal & Courier, best. paper. ever. lol) a lady who shall remain unnamed wrote in complaining about Barack Obama's ad claiming he won't give tax breaks to companies moving overseas. The lady said something along the lines of: does he think they would give tax breaks to companies they knew were relocating overseas. And how could he know about factory closings until the doors of that company are actually closed?

To which I wanted to reply: Ma'am, do you know anything about our government... at all? Companies get tax breaks for moving overseas. It's not just that a corporation got a tax break and happened to be moving, the reason for the reduction is the move! And then once they're there, their taxes go waaaaaay down. So yes, he does think companies that go overseas are getting tax breaks,  in fact, he knows it. And the last part of her letter doesn't make sense at all, so it's not worth addressing... but, really Lafayette? You're a college town, at least pretend to be skeptical of the government LOL!

I just ruined that entire argument with a very excited LOL!. Oh well, I've never been much of a closer.

In other, non-politic related news, my german final is tomorrow. I have 24 hours to learn to speak a language... prolly not gonna happen. But damn, my Germ-ish is good.

Maybe I'll just quote myself speaking in english the whole test. IT'S A DIRECT QUOTE! YOU CAN'T MESS WITH THAT SUCKA!!!!!!!!!

This will be followed by my Statistics final, which I may just write in German. IF YOU CAN'T SPEAK GERMAN YOU CAN'T GRADE IT SUCKA!!!!!!

And then a lovely Anthropology final, which I have no strategy for. My love for the professor will shine through in my answers. His heart will swell three sizes that day, and he'll give me an 'A'.

If only these things could actually work lol!!

The entry of slightly awkward syntax

Finals start tomorrow. I've got one on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday... so I'm not quite freaking out yet, but when those days arrive you know I'm gon be crazy. 

And that Saturday !BONUS! is also the eve before I move into my new apartment. My new exciting apartment. My new vastly improved apartment! I know, I know "But, Katie, didn't you just move into your current apt 15 seconds ago." No, I've actually been here for almost a year now (I KNOW!) and its high time I got out of here.

Just think: Privacy!!  No dogs barking!!  Not having to check on them every freaking night!!  Not having to deal with sick dogs at odd hours!! And, praise jeebus, no having to deal with the loudest building alarm EVER because people can't seem to handle remembering their 4-digit security at 5:45 in the morning ON MY DAYS OFF.

... Living where you work can be fun, though.... I just, you know, can't think of any examples right now.... 

Also: HOT DAMN I'm a Sociologist. It's soooooooooooo nice to figure out what you love to do. Easiest. major. ever. (at least for me, because honestly, its the kind of thing I liked to discuss before I even knew this major existed.) I'm well on my way to graduate, hopefully sometime this century, and I'm truly stoked about it. You know, the Soc part. Not the actual graduating and having to do the real world thing part. ONE MORE YEAR! 

But for right now I have a week devoted to work, study, and....


packing my entire apartment.

Commence freak-out.

Not forgotten

My Anthropology class has the best professor.  His lectures are brilliant- even his text is interesting to read. He specializes in the Danish Jews, and we've begun that case study in lecture recently.

Tuesday, I discovered I really DO have a soul, as the accounts of the rescue of Danish Jews in 1945 almost had me teary. That is some serious good deed-age. And the funny part is, no one really knows why or how it happened. And it wouldn't happen here in America because of our sacred Individualism, but still... it's nice to think that kind of thing can exist in this world.

I guess it was a fluke, but as a liberal, I hold it as proof of the basic goodness of humankind.

"It's like there's a Denny's on one corner.... and an IHOP on the other..." - Homestar Runner

Here's a happy schmammy entry for ya :)  
You know how I've been in the mid-mid-life crisis thing? Well, today I officially started CODOing out of ANSC and into Communications. (What? I know. Whatever.) It's actually made me quite happy to finally reach a decision. YAY!  No more random cries of  "I don't know what I'm doing with my liiifffe!!" Well, I can't promise that, because I still don't actually know, but I figure Comm majors have enough options that I could do anything I want to. Besides, I can't see me being in one career for the rest of my life. Now I have options. I like that. I can't be tied down. I get claustrophobic. I'm like Gidget the hedgehog... as a tumbleweed. Okay, seriously, I think ONE person on this entire planet will get that joke.
Annnnnyhoots. Because I'm happy I keep playing my two happy theme songs over and over and over again. I do not get sick of them. I'm sure our suitemates do and that is too bad, because they are stupid butt monkeys. Yeah, that's right. I called them butt monkeys. DON'T YOU JUDGE ME.
YAY! for today. (OMGWTFRHYME!!!) I even got to walk back from Lilly with my advisor's file on me so I can give it to my new advisor (and I am not ashamed to admit that I walked around and pretended I was a spy and would make eye contact with people and then glance into my supertopsecret manilla folder and then at them again like I had a file on them or whatever and then would follow them around if they were going my way. I'm a fucking secret agent, please step off.) So, that's been my day so far. I love change. Tonight at 7 I have to go tutor Kim Hargarten's roommate on AGEC spreadsheets. Should be good times. Tonight is also Scrubs night, which is of course why I am alive. Hopefully its not cancelled b/c of Olympic stuff. The Olympics are only good when there's ice dancing carnage, and it's already filled it's quota for that.  This may be the most unmemorable Olympics ever. Not gonna lie, for the first half... I thought it was in Australia. I thought wrong. Turns out Torino is in Italy. Who knew? Apparently having the winter Olympics in Australia, during their summer, is not a good idea. Meh.


"You're such a little hosebeast!" -- wtf Haley???

What is with commercials with people unfurling banners on the sides of buildings? They're everywhere.

Here I am again, watching TV on mute. This time out of necessity as it is 12:56 on a Thursday night and Kate is trying to sleep. I can't however, so that sucks. I have an 8:30 class tomorrow. I might actually go to it. Mmmhmm.


Let's not kid ourselves here, of course I am not going to class. I never go to class (well except for today when I went to all my classes but that's b/c they're all classes I actually enjoy). This 8:30 class is organic chemistry. I'm allergic. I don't even have to take it anymore because I've quit pre-vet. This is where being able to predict the future would've been nice. I dropped COM 114 thinking it was going to be too much on top of my pre-vet bullshit. So now, I'd rather be taking the class I dropped and drop the class I have. But it's too late for all of that, oh yes. So, I'm stuck with an unrequired organic chemistry course. Let's reflect on this phrase... "Unrequired Organic Chemistry". I know what you're thinking, and YES, YES IT DOES BLOW HARDER THAN HURRICANE FUCKING KATRINA. I'm glad we agree. Sorry, there's a lot of whining going on in this entry. I will make myself feel better with icon love. Lucky Charms + Gorgeous Irishman = Greatest Icon Ever. I'm so cool. Oh. And the thought of how much Death Cab for Franz is going to rock. Jamie, Allyson, and I are going. Chicago may never recover.