barfaroni

Ok, so I spent the first three hours of work today doing some of the most boring shit imaginable.

Here's a little taste:

"I made Word documents with the wireless printing instructions, which I have uploaded to the wiki. The .pdf instructions for XP require an HP driver installation cd, which I don't think we have. They won't work. I have written instructions to work with the .exe file I uploaded to the wiki and which can be downloaded via the link I provided. (It is also on the circ desktop.) I have set up the circ computer to print to the 9050. My instructions for XP have not been tested on a laptop yet and may require revisions. The Vista instructions are fairly straightforward and there shouldn't be any problem with them. They do not require any driver installation. They are the same as the .pdf instructrions except for the IP address and the printer model (9050n instead of 9040n). This should make no difference because the drivers are the same for both models. Either set of Vista instructions should work fine."

Gross! Doesn't that just make you want die? It does me.

Blech. Worst part is I am going to have to continue fucking with this shit for a while. Ugh.

That douchebag better appreciate me.

nothing better

I found out today that my very best friend, Krystal, is going to be moving into a house that is less than two blocks from mine. Also, my sister is going to be moving to a house a block away. My two favorite ladies in the whole wide world, and they will be so close! Andrea's already close. She and Dave live fourish blocks away from me right now.

It's just weirdly serendipitous and awesome that this is happening. I just love that we will be like one big awesome family. I just love it. And the houses they are moving into are both so cute. Ah, the fam. How fucking great is that? I want to cry. I told Krystal I would cry if she got that house. Oh my god. Just. Wow.

I've been away from my family and soul friends. I've done that. I needed to. For growth and everything. But it is no way to be for very long. It pulls at you. Puts hairline cracks in your heart. No funskies. At fucking all.

Because what the fuck else real do you have in life? Seriously. Things? Things aren't real. Your friends are real. Your things aren't the ones who will answer the phone at 4am when you're having some ridiculous crisis about god-knows-what. (Not that you would call your friends in the middle of the night unless it was an absolute emergency. You know, boundaries and all.)

Anyway. The point is, I couldn't be happier about this amazing turn of events.

Fantastic.

christianity rant

So people in my online class are saying things like "thank the Lord" and "God Bless," and I fucking hate that shit. How about we all keep our religious bullshit to ourselves, please. That shit has no place in class discussion, I don't think. Except inasmuch as Christianity is part of the discussion about culture. Beyond that, though, it is completely gross and unnecessary.

I don't give a shit that you love Jesus.

I don't love Jesus.

Let's tone down the godspeak, please.

I'm not quite sure why it bothers me so much, but it fucking does so I am writing about it. I'm just glad I'm not in a class like Krystal was in about something controversial like sexuality. I am quite sure it would activate my rage.

christmas in january

The Whole Foods Christmas party was (or, rather, is going on until midnight) tonight at Blue Dome. I went for a couple of hours. It was neat. They had the place decorated and there was yummy food and free booze and some adorable babies. One of them was really cute but he had on a shirt that said "100% Boy," which makes me think his parents are trying to convince everyone he's not a hermaphrodite or something. Why else would you put a shirt like that on a kid?

I had fun. All the cute Whole Foods lesbians who are dating each other were there. I left at around 8 so I could come home and do homework. Because I am just that awesome.

And now I am going to bed because it is 9:30 and that is awfully late.

i don't give a damn about my reputation

So. I know I've kind of dropped off on the blogging. But it's for a reason. After not posting anything to the tumblr blog for about a week (due to lack of internet over the break) I can't make myself start up again knowing that the ex might still be reading it. It creates to many weird head-things for me. I might start a different one with a different name. I don't know. I did like that blog. It sucks that it got ruined.

Blerg. Anyway. I've been stressed out and a crazy OCD panic-monster because of school starting and my ridiculous anxiety about it, but now that the semester has started (and enrollment seems to be way, way down this semester as evidenced by the weird lack of traffic in the LRC) I'm feeling more confident about stuff and am no longer freaking out about nothing. For now, anyway.

And then last night Emily texted me and informed me that I have a "good reputation" in the Deaf community and that the instructors are talking about me and think I will "go far." So that's a loverly little ego-boost even though I think half my reputation is from Emily talking about me like I am the greatest thing since the electric vibrator. The other half is, of course, due to my shining awesomeness.

One of the first assignments for my Intro to Interpreting class was to observe a "communication event" and take notes on the variables an interpreter would encounter if they were interpreting that event. Not specifically one where an interpreter is involved, but anything where people are communicating (i.e. a meeting, church service, doctor's appointment, etc). For lack of a better option, I chose to go to Mom's fruity ACIM (A Course in Miracles, the most ridiculous weird confusing esoteric abstract bullshit religious text since the bible itself) class at her fruity church. It was goofy and lasted way too long, but I got good notes, and, best of all, got it over with and my response posted to the discussion board. So everything is all gravy.

And and and. On top of school starting off good and ego boosts and all that, Krystal is having a burlesque dancer for her bachelorette party! I am so fucking excited. It's going to be awesome and perfect and much better than the smelly strip club Adam and the boys are going to.

On an unrelated note, someone on one of the blogs I read called Rick Warren an "antediluvian sexist," which gave me a laugh because it sounds funny (funny as in awesome because college words paired with words like "sexist," "racist," and "asshole" are always gold) and it is completely true. He is, that purpose-driven shithead. Fuck him for counseling victims of domestic violence not to get divorced. And fuck him for that bullshit he said to Ann Curry about gay marriage. Maybe he'll have a heart attack and die during Obama's inauguration.

A girl can dream, can't she?

p.s. Add Samuel Alito to the drop-dead-miraculously list.

there's a third option: dry humping

stupid stupid stupid

I don't think I can get money from my tribe because I am not degree-seeking. This throws a wrench in my plans. And I can't just say I am degree-seeking because my transcript says I am not. So I would have to go to Registration and lie to them and get them to change it. And I don't think I am comfortable with that.

It's just a lot of bullshit and I don't know what I am going to do, except go to Financial Aid and bitch at them for their uselessness. And then beg my dad for money. Again. Awesome.

Maybe I'll get some money back when I file my taxes and I can use that to help pay for school. The shitty thing is that I have to cut back my hours at work this semester because we are only allowed to work a certain number of hours per year (which runs from July to June) and I am in danger of going over.

And as much as I would love to prostitute myself to hot business ladies, I am quite certain my fantasy and actual reality don't quite match up. I'll have to save earning-school-money-by-fucking-sexy-businesswomen for my dreams.

And what a dream that would be.

a school list

I need to:

call the Choctaw Nation about getting new Tribal Membership and CDIB cards

see if the Higher Ed. Grant department still have mine on file

take the Financial Needs Analysis sheet to Financial Aid so they can fill it out

send off the rest of the grant application packet for my tribe

go bitch at Financial Aid for still having not processed my financial aid request from last semester

see how much my books cost

don't freak out about tuition, it'll all work out

call my dad (probably) to see if he wants to give me money for school

not sophisticated, i'm the sweet and simple kind

Eartha Kitt's death hit me hard in a weird way. I didn't know she had colon cancer, so it was a big surprise to me when, on Christmas day, I learned that she had died. Krystal said she almost called me when she found out, but she decided to wait because I was on my way over there and I would find out soon enough. I think maybe I thought she would live forever. She seemed so ageless.

The more I read about her, the more I love her and the sadder it makes me that she is gone. She had a fucked up life, and she was able to overcome it. She was sexy and ballsy and amazing. She denounced the Vietnam War at a White House luncheon (to Ladybird Johnson's face, no less) and "lambasted the Johnson administration for not doing more about poverty, joblessness, and drugs in black communities," which basically got her kicked out of the country for ten years, until Jimmy Carter, bless him, invited her back in 1978.

She was, hands down, the best Catwoman, ever. I mean, look at her:

Here's a lovely obit from New America Media. She was phenomenal. Phenomenal.

red letter year

new years eve we dropped mushrooms
and danced around the house
making music with everything that we found
incantation replaced resolution and we vowed to allow each perfection we could be
and the goddesses sent word that this would be a red letter year
they didn't mention how much shit was gonna change around here

it's just as well we weren't swollen with unfocused dread
we had visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads
dancing in our heads

first you go under and then you coming up gives you bends
and when you break the surface
and all you see is your friends
so you grab your purple crayon
and flush out the picture behind
and finally the whole world is made of one unbroken line
one unbroken line

and when you wake up sick as a dog
with dull eyes and really bad hair
standing under a lit sign with the words on air
and the water is rising it's coming in everywhere
just remember you are there
you're always, always there