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Hiya, folks!
I'm three days into the semester, I haven't even been to two of my classes yet due to snow cancellations, and I'm already yearning for the weekend. I think I lost my stamina over the break. On the plus side, I seem to have developed a somewhat disturbing enthusiasm for housework, so my apartment's looking pretty good, and since there's a three-day weekend coming up, I hope it'll look even better Tuesday.
I've forgotten most of the dream I had last night, which irks me--I remembered much more of it in the shower this morning, but when I tried to relay it to my mom this afternoon, I found I'd forgotten most of it. Here's what I remember: I found eight baby octopi (octopodes? whatever) that I wanted to keep as pets, so I...freeze-dried them in a jar or something. It didn't hurt them, whatever it was I did. I took them home and asked my mom if she had something I could keep them in. She said, "They can stay in the tank with my pet sharks." Sure enough, she had a tank with three pet sharks--little, but vicious. They kept jumping out of their tank and trying to attack me. My cat kept coming over to see what all the commotion was, and I was scared they would eat him. We took the tank outside, but the sharks, who really seemed to have no problems being out of water except that they moved awkwardly, continued to jump out of their tank and try to attack me. At the end of the dream, I was holding off one of the little sharks, keeping it from biting me by pulling its jaws apart with my hands. I gave my mom a plaintive look and said, "Do we really have to do this?" She sighed and picked up the shark by its tail and took it away. It was kind of weird, but the octopi were cute.
I had something of a bus adventure today. The roads have been somewhat icy, so I've been trying to catch early buses just in case--yesterday the bus was half an hour late. Today, the bus was only a few minutes late, and though there were no seats, I got myself a nice standing spot by the back door, which is a good place because it has vertical poles instead of just the overhead horizontal ones to hold on to--I find that if I hold onto those for too long it cuts off all the circulation to my arm. We didn't leave right away, though--the bus driver was saying something about the bus stopping suddenly and there was nothing he could do about it, but I missed the beginning because I had my headphones on and he was far enough away that I couldn't really understand what he was saying even when my headphones were off. Ah, well, whatever, I said to myself with a mental shrug. We were on our way.
And then...the bus stopped. Not at a stop, but just in the middle of the road. And then the door started randomly opening and closing, and my spot by the door didn't seem so awesome anymore. We just sat there for a few minutes before the bus driver up and manually closed the doors. We continued on, a bit quieter and more circumspect.
And then...it happened again, and the bus driver seemed to have a really hard time getting the engine to start again. He got on his walky-talky, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, and at this point, I was getting a little worried: I teach at 11:00 this semester, it was past 9:00, and I had done pretty much no lesson planning. Would we be stuck here in the middle of the road? How was this going to work?
The bus driver finally got the engine up and running again, and we went slowly along to the nearest bus stop. And here the story takes a turn for the better, because an "Out of Service" bus--undoubtedly summoned by the bus driver--came up behind us, we all got on it, including the bus driver, and we all got to campus, none the worse for the wear.
I'm not even touching the shootings in Arizona right now, as I don't feel I have anything to contribute to the discourse besides frustration. I will comment, though, that I have nothing but contempt for Sarah Palin's (as well as others') use of the term "blood libel" to describe people's criticism of her, and Andrew Breitbart's remark on the term is even worse. Things criticism of violent rhetoric is not like: gang rape. It doesn't seem that complicated to me.
On a happier note: check it! Return of music meme!
Day 01- A song that makes me happy
Day 02- A song that helps me clear my head
Day 03- A song that makes you laugh
Day 04- A song that reminds me of something
Day 05- A song that has a new meaning to me every time I hear it
Day 06- A song I can always relate to
Day 07- A song that is my guilty pleasure
Day 08- A song I liked when I was younger
Day 09- A song that makes me want to dance
Day 10- A song that makes me cry
Day 11- A song that reminds me of summer
Day 12- A song that reminds me of my best friend
Day 13- A song I sing to in the shower
Day 14- A song I like hearing live
Day 15- A song people wouldn’t expect me to like
Day 16- A song that holds a lot of meaning to me
Day 17- A song that annoys me
Day 18- A song I have as my ringtone
Day 19- A song I'm currently obsessed with
Day 20- A song from a new album I'm waiting for
Day 21- A song I want to dance to at my wedding
So, okay, this'll be a two-parter. I'll start off with this:
"Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce
I've always thought there's something kind of wedding-appropriate about this song--I mean, lyrically, it's a no-brainer, but there's also a kind of pretty melancholy that seems to fit in with the bittersweet sentiment that comes sometimes with weddings. I mean, there's a reason people cry all the time at weddings--they're beautiful, but they also mark the end of something, a moving from one phase of a person's life to another, and I think this would be a good song for this. I always envision some kind of sweeping, elegant dance with it--but since I'm the one dancing at this wedding, obviously that won't be happening--I think I could get away with generic slow-dancing here, and even I can probably pull that off.
Then, of course, I will follow it up with this:
"I Love Rock and Roll" by Joan Jett
Don't even front, you know you want to be at my imaginary wedding.
Day 22- A song that would be the theme song to a TV show about my life
Day 23- A song that makes me angry
Day 24- A cover song
Day 25- An acoustic song I love
Day 26- A song by my favorite band
Day 27- A song I make fun of
Day 28- A song that reminds me of my significant other
Day 29- A song currently stuck in my head
Day 30- A song I haven’t listened to in awhile
I'm three days into the semester, I haven't even been to two of my classes yet due to snow cancellations, and I'm already yearning for the weekend. I think I lost my stamina over the break. On the plus side, I seem to have developed a somewhat disturbing enthusiasm for housework, so my apartment's looking pretty good, and since there's a three-day weekend coming up, I hope it'll look even better Tuesday.
I've forgotten most of the dream I had last night, which irks me--I remembered much more of it in the shower this morning, but when I tried to relay it to my mom this afternoon, I found I'd forgotten most of it. Here's what I remember: I found eight baby octopi (octopodes? whatever) that I wanted to keep as pets, so I...freeze-dried them in a jar or something. It didn't hurt them, whatever it was I did. I took them home and asked my mom if she had something I could keep them in. She said, "They can stay in the tank with my pet sharks." Sure enough, she had a tank with three pet sharks--little, but vicious. They kept jumping out of their tank and trying to attack me. My cat kept coming over to see what all the commotion was, and I was scared they would eat him. We took the tank outside, but the sharks, who really seemed to have no problems being out of water except that they moved awkwardly, continued to jump out of their tank and try to attack me. At the end of the dream, I was holding off one of the little sharks, keeping it from biting me by pulling its jaws apart with my hands. I gave my mom a plaintive look and said, "Do we really have to do this?" She sighed and picked up the shark by its tail and took it away. It was kind of weird, but the octopi were cute.
I had something of a bus adventure today. The roads have been somewhat icy, so I've been trying to catch early buses just in case--yesterday the bus was half an hour late. Today, the bus was only a few minutes late, and though there were no seats, I got myself a nice standing spot by the back door, which is a good place because it has vertical poles instead of just the overhead horizontal ones to hold on to--I find that if I hold onto those for too long it cuts off all the circulation to my arm. We didn't leave right away, though--the bus driver was saying something about the bus stopping suddenly and there was nothing he could do about it, but I missed the beginning because I had my headphones on and he was far enough away that I couldn't really understand what he was saying even when my headphones were off. Ah, well, whatever, I said to myself with a mental shrug. We were on our way.
And then...the bus stopped. Not at a stop, but just in the middle of the road. And then the door started randomly opening and closing, and my spot by the door didn't seem so awesome anymore. We just sat there for a few minutes before the bus driver up and manually closed the doors. We continued on, a bit quieter and more circumspect.
And then...it happened again, and the bus driver seemed to have a really hard time getting the engine to start again. He got on his walky-talky, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, and at this point, I was getting a little worried: I teach at 11:00 this semester, it was past 9:00, and I had done pretty much no lesson planning. Would we be stuck here in the middle of the road? How was this going to work?
The bus driver finally got the engine up and running again, and we went slowly along to the nearest bus stop. And here the story takes a turn for the better, because an "Out of Service" bus--undoubtedly summoned by the bus driver--came up behind us, we all got on it, including the bus driver, and we all got to campus, none the worse for the wear.
I'm not even touching the shootings in Arizona right now, as I don't feel I have anything to contribute to the discourse besides frustration. I will comment, though, that I have nothing but contempt for Sarah Palin's (as well as others') use of the term "blood libel" to describe people's criticism of her, and Andrew Breitbart's remark on the term is even worse. Things criticism of violent rhetoric is not like: gang rape. It doesn't seem that complicated to me.
On a happier note: check it! Return of music meme!
Day 01- A song that makes me happy
Day 02- A song that helps me clear my head
Day 03- A song that makes you laugh
Day 04- A song that reminds me of something
Day 05- A song that has a new meaning to me every time I hear it
Day 06- A song I can always relate to
Day 07- A song that is my guilty pleasure
Day 08- A song I liked when I was younger
Day 09- A song that makes me want to dance
Day 10- A song that makes me cry
Day 11- A song that reminds me of summer
Day 12- A song that reminds me of my best friend
Day 13- A song I sing to in the shower
Day 14- A song I like hearing live
Day 15- A song people wouldn’t expect me to like
Day 16- A song that holds a lot of meaning to me
Day 17- A song that annoys me
Day 18- A song I have as my ringtone
Day 19- A song I'm currently obsessed with
Day 20- A song from a new album I'm waiting for
Day 21- A song I want to dance to at my wedding
So, okay, this'll be a two-parter. I'll start off with this:
"Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce
Click to viewI've always thought there's something kind of wedding-appropriate about this song--I mean, lyrically, it's a no-brainer, but there's also a kind of pretty melancholy that seems to fit in with the bittersweet sentiment that comes sometimes with weddings. I mean, there's a reason people cry all the time at weddings--they're beautiful, but they also mark the end of something, a moving from one phase of a person's life to another, and I think this would be a good song for this. I always envision some kind of sweeping, elegant dance with it--but since I'm the one dancing at this wedding, obviously that won't be happening--I think I could get away with generic slow-dancing here, and even I can probably pull that off.
Then, of course, I will follow it up with this:
"I Love Rock and Roll" by Joan Jett
Don't even front, you know you want to be at my imaginary wedding.
Day 22- A song that would be the theme song to a TV show about my life
Day 23- A song that makes me angry
Day 24- A cover song
Day 25- An acoustic song I love
Day 26- A song by my favorite band
Day 27- A song I make fun of
Day 28- A song that reminds me of my significant other
Day 29- A song currently stuck in my head
Day 30- A song I haven’t listened to in awhile