Boyfriends I Don't Want, Ice and the Universe, Consumerism, MBFGW Love, and SummerJob Possibility
From an OKCupid profile:
I'm your guy if you want to enjoy each and everyday in your relationship and want to be treated as if you're the only female in the world.
Oooookay, and no. That would freak me right the heck out. I don't want to be the only woman in your world! We need separate lives too, you know. Back off, imaginary boyfriend!
Also, I'd like for that guy who used to follow me around sophomore year to quit showing up in my search results. Dude, no. It's not going to happen. Being pushy in OKCupid messages trying to convince me it could happen really makes it not going to happen. "How do I know until we try?" Trust me.
I had a weird morning. It wasn't snowing when I walked to the bus stop, and the streets looked a little slushy, but not bad. While I was waiting for my bus (which was 15 minutes late), no less than five cars got stuck trying to get up the fairly gently-sloping hill. Their tires would spin frantically on the slushy ice, making disturbing whirring noises as the cars awkwardly jerked around in all directions but forward. Even the big fancy trucks with fancy grippy tires weren't getting anywhere.
My fellow bus-stop-mates and I kept walking out into the street to push the cars up the hill. It actually made me feel kind of good about the human race. Then the last lady I pushed didn't even acknowledge with a thank-you wave. Lady, I take back my helpful push. Next time, you can figure out how to push your car and drive it simultaneously. Hmmph.
After that lady, I got basically stuck on the wrong side of the street. No one would let me cross back to the bus stop side (which, considering they'd probably just seen what happened to other cars who stopped halfway up the icy hill, I could kind of understand). But then the bus arrived and I was still over there, so I finally went for it and kind of dashed across the street.
Except for not, of course, because the same ice those tires had been spinning on was underneath my boots and down I went, right into the watery slush of the crosswalk, soaking the entire left side of my body and banging my knee rather painfully. These were not my first concerns, however. As I frantically tried to right myself, my brain spun wildly at the thought of the bus not seeing me and pulling out and running me over, or the truck in the other lane not being able to stop on the stupid ice and running me over. It was not a fun few seconds.
The Universe tried to make it up to me, though. I had grumbled all the way to school about the injustice of being soaked and injured in the line of helping others, until I arrived to my class (late, of course) and saw that we were watching an episode of The L Word today. Yay! First, I've never seen it and really wanted to. Second, I don't think I could have taken an hour of trying to define anti-essentialism in Second Wave post-structuralist feminism, which was what we did for the first fifteen minutes. Thank you, Universe. I hereby forgive you.
Then we had a wonderful guest lecturer in my Mass Media & the Consumer class. It was actually a guy from my Performance & Performativity seminar last semester, who was the reason I'm taking this course at all, and he talked about consumerism as identity formation. He was great - dynamic, well-paced, funny, but really teaching ideas at the same time. Plus, I may now have a vague topic idea for my paper in that course - LibraryThing and its ilk.
I had plans of going to boxing class (taking the same Intermediate course I took last fall), but the weather is so disgusting and the thought was depressing, and that is no way to start a class that is supposed to be fun. I stayed in instead, watched a little Gilmore Girls S3 and My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I just adore the proposal scene in that movie. It is made of adorable.
And a few minutes ago, I found a posting for a dream summer nannying job. Full-time for a 5-month-old baby girl at a reasonable rate. Not fantastic rate, but full-time makes up for that. And get this - it's for the summer only. I don't have to convince them that they don't want someone long-term right away!! Unbelievable. Please, please, please, Universe, let's cash in some of that karma I earned this morning.
I'm your guy if you want to enjoy each and everyday in your relationship and want to be treated as if you're the only female in the world.
Oooookay, and no. That would freak me right the heck out. I don't want to be the only woman in your world! We need separate lives too, you know. Back off, imaginary boyfriend!
Also, I'd like for that guy who used to follow me around sophomore year to quit showing up in my search results. Dude, no. It's not going to happen. Being pushy in OKCupid messages trying to convince me it could happen really makes it not going to happen. "How do I know until we try?" Trust me.
I had a weird morning. It wasn't snowing when I walked to the bus stop, and the streets looked a little slushy, but not bad. While I was waiting for my bus (which was 15 minutes late), no less than five cars got stuck trying to get up the fairly gently-sloping hill. Their tires would spin frantically on the slushy ice, making disturbing whirring noises as the cars awkwardly jerked around in all directions but forward. Even the big fancy trucks with fancy grippy tires weren't getting anywhere.
My fellow bus-stop-mates and I kept walking out into the street to push the cars up the hill. It actually made me feel kind of good about the human race. Then the last lady I pushed didn't even acknowledge with a thank-you wave. Lady, I take back my helpful push. Next time, you can figure out how to push your car and drive it simultaneously. Hmmph.
After that lady, I got basically stuck on the wrong side of the street. No one would let me cross back to the bus stop side (which, considering they'd probably just seen what happened to other cars who stopped halfway up the icy hill, I could kind of understand). But then the bus arrived and I was still over there, so I finally went for it and kind of dashed across the street.
Except for not, of course, because the same ice those tires had been spinning on was underneath my boots and down I went, right into the watery slush of the crosswalk, soaking the entire left side of my body and banging my knee rather painfully. These were not my first concerns, however. As I frantically tried to right myself, my brain spun wildly at the thought of the bus not seeing me and pulling out and running me over, or the truck in the other lane not being able to stop on the stupid ice and running me over. It was not a fun few seconds.
The Universe tried to make it up to me, though. I had grumbled all the way to school about the injustice of being soaked and injured in the line of helping others, until I arrived to my class (late, of course) and saw that we were watching an episode of The L Word today. Yay! First, I've never seen it and really wanted to. Second, I don't think I could have taken an hour of trying to define anti-essentialism in Second Wave post-structuralist feminism, which was what we did for the first fifteen minutes. Thank you, Universe. I hereby forgive you.
Then we had a wonderful guest lecturer in my Mass Media & the Consumer class. It was actually a guy from my Performance & Performativity seminar last semester, who was the reason I'm taking this course at all, and he talked about consumerism as identity formation. He was great - dynamic, well-paced, funny, but really teaching ideas at the same time. Plus, I may now have a vague topic idea for my paper in that course - LibraryThing and its ilk.
I had plans of going to boxing class (taking the same Intermediate course I took last fall), but the weather is so disgusting and the thought was depressing, and that is no way to start a class that is supposed to be fun. I stayed in instead, watched a little Gilmore Girls S3 and My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I just adore the proposal scene in that movie. It is made of adorable.
And a few minutes ago, I found a posting for a dream summer nannying job. Full-time for a 5-month-old baby girl at a reasonable rate. Not fantastic rate, but full-time makes up for that. And get this - it's for the summer only. I don't have to convince them that they don't want someone long-term right away!! Unbelievable. Please, please, please, Universe, let's cash in some of that karma I earned this morning.