Friday, September 20

 
happy pirate day

in honor of the national (?) holiday, we're all going to find out our pirate names. mine is bloody charity bonney. to find yours, starrrrrrrrt here.

...

so many good things have happened in the past couple of days. too bad i want to go to bed so bad or i would talk about them.

but here's the interesting story of the morning: someone told me i take myself too seriously. i thought that was funny, since the person didn't know me very well and people with such an ephemeral (take that, gre's) connection to me usually think i'm fairly unserious. but i think maybe he was right, especially in light of all the freaking out and soul-searching i've been doing with these fellowship applications. i mean, sometimes i even want to tell myself to shut the hell up.

on a lighter note, i actually got to wriggle out of some guy's embrace tonight and give a very emphatic NO when he tried to kiss me at my doorstep. i mean, a guy walks you home from the campus bar and he thinks that warrants some smooching? try a full-on date where you took me out and held the door for me, buddy. besides, it would so not have been a foot-popping kiss.
posted by from shannon at 2:34 AM

Tuesday, September 17

 
"here we are: number 17 cherry tree lane, residence of george banks, esq."

what is a girl to do when she's become a prisoner? watch some mary poppins, probably.

i haven't been blogging much lately because i've been filling out fellowship applications. it's been pretty rough going. every time i have fun or sleep i feel extremely guilty, so i haven't been doing too much of either. it's sort of a bummer. i think the whole experience was best summed up by a friend who also turned in some applications for the same stuff on friday:

"don't you feel bad for wasting so much time working on something that's almost definitely not going happen?"

yes, i do.

fortunately the last one is due in two weeks. it's doubtful i'll even get that one finished on time, but i'm going to give it my best shot. i can't wait for october 1, though. finally my body will return to normal (it no longer knows how to go to sleep before 3am and hasn't seen sunlight in two weeks) and i can't stop suffering through this mini-crisis of mine. i mean, it's never much fun going through stuff and thinking, "eek, i'm not really good enough."

on the bright side, lindy and jay brought me some stuff mushrooms from maggiano's tonight to break up the monotony of my own company. and a resident gave me nutter butters.

an exercise in fun: how i am going to celebrate my freedom from fellowship applications... with a day at disneyland. first a ride on splash mountain, definitely rounding out the day with an ice cream cone (mocha almond fudge), fantasmic! and a last ride on peter pan. ah, such a nice thought... also involved will be a stop at amoeba for the thursday cd i've been wanting and the count of monte cristo dvd, which i will watch in the new pink gap pajama pants i will have just bought myself (since my favorite scrubs were somehow lost to the wilds of the sierra laundry room this summer. i've been pantsless every night since.) and i'll be watching the film curled up in the arms of my handsome boyfriend, critiquing his performance on screen (since he'll be guy pearce).

or else i'll be curled up in the arms of jack daniels. that'd be nice, too.

oh, they're riding the elegan mahrry ga rand harses. i love this part.


posted by from shannon at 2:31 AM