not appropriate

I discovered once again that it's not easy to do large quantities of homework with a child underfoot, but it's doubly hard with a child underfoot and an older woman telling you stories she's told you fifteen times already at least. If I don't develop a hump by the end of the semester I'll be lucky.

Went to a semi-okay concert at a yuppie golf event Saturday. Lots of well-dressed people getting drunk on six-dollar tiny wine bottles and cheering to early nineties top-40 alternapop. At least the tickets were free, and it was cool to actually go out and do something. I wouldn't have paid for it though. Their sound guys had no idea what they were doing.

I don't feel like doing any more homework today; my day was spent scrawling. Bed, sez me. Actual thoughtful and reflective posts will be saved for another time.

free stuff for a somewhat vindictive cause

Does anyone want some free Chronicles of Narnia DVDs?

Ha. I love it.

edit: This doesn't work anymore. I think the internet broke Focus on the Family. Yay us. I still hope I get my free loot.

Biz-eeee

So now I have 20 credit hours. 3 lit classes, 2 of which are in foreign languages, 2 language classes, and 2 credits of tutoring and mentoring. I find it a little hard to believe that I'm going to be considered a mentor for these new college students, but I'm going to give it a shot anyway. Plus, it'll look good on my JET application, which I'll be able to get in a week or so. I'm not sure how Bunnyman's gonna feel about me being gone for a whole year, no weekend pickup, no conversations every day. He takes it hard when I'm half an hour away. Who knows how he'll take it when I'm several timezones and oceans away. Still, this all hinges on whether or not I get accepted. I really have it in my head that this is what I want to do after I graduate.

Today I had two classes, not a big deal. Until this ended up being supplemented with an hour and a half of showing Japanese students how to say "arrrr" like a pirate. Then another hour of talking about learning methods and how history majors are likely to become either teachers or managers at a Starbucks. My day left me quickly. I hope I'm able to maintain this level of involvement without sinking into a rut like I did before. Granted, with the tutoring program, I'll have other people depending on me. That's usually a good kick in the ass.

My senior year, I decide to become a real college student. We'll see how long this lasts.

I have reading to do. Ta.

Fallfest Archetypes

1. The Freshman SoHo Chick
   These travel in packs. Always wearing a bust-revealing tank top and either denim pants or shorts. Beware of their large purses. At least three to a group, they can intimidate the Standard Freshman Male quite easily through their ingenious usage of cellular phones.
2. The Standard Freshman Male

Travelling in packs no larger than three, one can easily recognize them by their jeans, t-shirts, and sideways baseball caps. They often try to score both Chicks and beer, but typically return to their pack empty-handed. Eventually they pretend they're "really into the band."

3. The Alcoholics
These are the folks who say, "I'm gonna stay in the beer tent 'till I'm done with this one, then go for another." This never works, as the cops move them along. Thus they are never founf far from the beer tent, as they create a revolving door of alchoholism through the beer line. Focused on alcohol, they rarely get sexual favors nor do they know who the band playing is.

4. The Geeks
Usually found standing in a circle, these people know all the lyrics to whatever band may be playing at the time. Head-moshing together, one may or may not be clad in chainmail.

5. The Art Students
Drunk or not, these people are usually clad in dreadlocks and pirate memorabilia. They're damn easy to spot, as they sit on the sides of planters and manage to have meaningful conversations while music shakes their ribcages.

Almost everyone who attends Fallfest fits into one of these categories. I would be able to list a few more, but sorry, I'm an Alcoholic, and I'm drunk.

Plus my Chinese professor says I should "eat three bowla of rice a day," which I figured Sunchips and cheese salsa could substitute for, and now my stomach is swollen. I should lie down. Ha.

Don't mind the typos. Drunk blogging is like drunk dialing, 'cept different. Ahem.

whew.

So I'm back in Motown and all that good jazz. If I don't have to move anywhere again any time soon I'll be alright. It has been nice these past few weeks living in a real family situation again, if a little surreal. Hopefully soon we'll be getting internet at the place in Bridgeport too, and I'll get a new cell. I'll talk to people again at some point; don't really feel like completely rehashing this long and complicated summer.

I went to the Den today for cigs after I realized my carton was on its way to Bridgeport, and ended up getting two packs for free for buying some freshmen a six pack of Bud. Cower before my legal age, ha. Oh, and because I found a space in Japanese 203, I had to drop Russian. But on arrival in the dorms, I discovered they're offering an elementary Chinese class, which I can fit into my schedule. Why would I do this? Should I really take three languages in a semester? My mind's tellin' me no, but my body, my body's tellin' me yes...

Oh god help me.