b4nn3d! (with headers, for your convenience)
I. Announcements. I am banning myself from the internet until I reach certain productivity goals on my portfolio. So, Gentle Readers, expect to see me a bit more rarely.
You can probably still get me via email, though, since I have to check that for job-search purposes.
II. General Update.Anyway, other than being really behind and taking (very drastic) measures about that, I'm doing okay. My five-week job ended so I'm looking for something new to do--hopefully I will actually get to have an interview with the people who keep cancelling interviews, and they will hire me to tutor kids in after-school programs. If not, I'll keep looking for tutoring jobs and teaching jobs so that I can escape from LGC.
I'm going to be at the IUPUI hospital from Wednesday night until Friday night, so I might be incommunicado those days, too. But my mother's mailing a dress and shoes to Cameron's so that he can come spring me and whisk me away to the opera to see his mother perform in The Merry Widow. Huzzah!
III. Recent Activities: Moop Invasion, Audioslave, Courtney, A Midsummer Night's Dream, etc. Spending this weekend with my mother was FABULOUS. She showed up on Wednesday, but I didn't really get to see her too much until later because of her legal seminar.
Thursday Cameron and I joined Mom for dinner at Don Pablo's (Mexican food and good company?!? Plus.) and then went to see Audioslave, and it was MIND-BLOWING. I mean, I am not a violent person (or am I? Today at TKD Master Cooley said I looked like I was "salivating to get out there" when it came to sparring...), but listening to (most of) Rage Against the Machine play "Killing in the Name Of" made me want to go break things and flip cars over and set them on fire, despite Chris Cornell being no Zach De La Rocha. And also the Audioslave stuff was good. I am glad we missed most of the opening bands, because, well... meh. Then we bought SLUSHIES on the way home, because I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. And slushies are delicious.
Friday, I picked Courtney up at Earlham and brought her to Indy for her GREs, and after we wrestled the futon into submission and had dinner with Mom, she and Mom had a Terrible Navigational Adventure Saturday morning looking for the GRE place in the dark. (Meanwhile, I went to the tkd tournament long enough to watch them almost start and hear Master Cooley's announcements about not eating in the do jang.) Then, deciding to return early, Courtney amazed Mom with the Earlham Hippie Network, an unofficial phone chain that resulted in a tiny pale white girl with a nose-ring almost crashing into other people's cars while trying to find my apartment, with assistance from the bearded, giant black man in the passenger seat (who may have been dressed up like a sahib? But I may have been imagining that), and then taking Courtney back to Earlham. It was very surreal.
Then Mom and I went down to Bloomington for dinner with MBL and Matthew, where we explained the concept ofo the "broham;" this was followed by A Midsummer Night's Dream, the opera that featured a leather jumpsuit with studded crotch courtesy of McMarla! It was fantastic.
...um, and the opera was good too?
Demetrius: [in ringer-t with "Delta Something" in Greek letters, weilding a bat at Helena] I love thee not, therefore pursue me not!
Mom: Oh, is that what you meant?
Peggy: Yes! Total broham.
Helena: Let me be your spaniel!!
Mom: Broham Spaniel! Can we say that now?
Oberon: [singing very, very high] You will know him by the weeds of Athens which he wears.
Puck: [salutes and ballets off in giant pink punk-hair wig and cutoffs]
Mom: [giggling] Weeds of Athens... GREEK CLOTHES!!!
The Duke: [to his bride Hippolyta, wearing a jacket and a sparkly necklace and some sort of sheer body stocking instead of a shirt] I won you with my spear...
Mom & Peg: [giggle like twelve-year-olds]
The Duke: ...and I continue to do you injuries.
Peggy: I have stolen all of your shirts.
Bloomingtonians, see it if you get a chance.
Sunday came church and brunch with the Oehlers, and then the Parting of the Ways, and that brings us up to the present, albeit with less amusingness.
And this brings me up to noticing that, having just banned myself from the internet so that I'll be productive, I have spent fifteen minutes telling you all about what I did while avoiding work earlier. WHOOPS. So, in IV. Closing, I will just say this:
Peggy: [in tkd outfit, but also pigtails, as this is the only way to hold all of my hair back]
Cameron: Awwwwww!!! You even look cute when you're about to kick my ass!!
Peggy: ...
And thus, my life is still a string of contradictions. Or else I am a really good procrastinator. KTHXBYE!!!
You can probably still get me via email, though, since I have to check that for job-search purposes.
II. General Update.Anyway, other than being really behind and taking (very drastic) measures about that, I'm doing okay. My five-week job ended so I'm looking for something new to do--hopefully I will actually get to have an interview with the people who keep cancelling interviews, and they will hire me to tutor kids in after-school programs. If not, I'll keep looking for tutoring jobs and teaching jobs so that I can escape from LGC.
I'm going to be at the IUPUI hospital from Wednesday night until Friday night, so I might be incommunicado those days, too. But my mother's mailing a dress and shoes to Cameron's so that he can come spring me and whisk me away to the opera to see his mother perform in The Merry Widow. Huzzah!
III. Recent Activities: Moop Invasion, Audioslave, Courtney, A Midsummer Night's Dream, etc. Spending this weekend with my mother was FABULOUS. She showed up on Wednesday, but I didn't really get to see her too much until later because of her legal seminar.
Thursday Cameron and I joined Mom for dinner at Don Pablo's (Mexican food and good company?!? Plus.) and then went to see Audioslave, and it was MIND-BLOWING. I mean, I am not a violent person (or am I? Today at TKD Master Cooley said I looked like I was "salivating to get out there" when it came to sparring...), but listening to (most of) Rage Against the Machine play "Killing in the Name Of" made me want to go break things and flip cars over and set them on fire, despite Chris Cornell being no Zach De La Rocha. And also the Audioslave stuff was good. I am glad we missed most of the opening bands, because, well... meh. Then we bought SLUSHIES on the way home, because I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul. And slushies are delicious.
Friday, I picked Courtney up at Earlham and brought her to Indy for her GREs, and after we wrestled the futon into submission and had dinner with Mom, she and Mom had a Terrible Navigational Adventure Saturday morning looking for the GRE place in the dark. (Meanwhile, I went to the tkd tournament long enough to watch them almost start and hear Master Cooley's announcements about not eating in the do jang.) Then, deciding to return early, Courtney amazed Mom with the Earlham Hippie Network, an unofficial phone chain that resulted in a tiny pale white girl with a nose-ring almost crashing into other people's cars while trying to find my apartment, with assistance from the bearded, giant black man in the passenger seat (who may have been dressed up like a sahib? But I may have been imagining that), and then taking Courtney back to Earlham. It was very surreal.
Then Mom and I went down to Bloomington for dinner with MBL and Matthew, where we explained the concept ofo the "broham;" this was followed by A Midsummer Night's Dream, the opera that featured a leather jumpsuit with studded crotch courtesy of McMarla! It was fantastic.
...um, and the opera was good too?
Demetrius: [in ringer-t with "Delta Something" in Greek letters, weilding a bat at Helena] I love thee not, therefore pursue me not!
Mom: Oh, is that what you meant?
Peggy: Yes! Total broham.
Helena: Let me be your spaniel!!
Mom: Broham Spaniel! Can we say that now?
Oberon: [singing very, very high] You will know him by the weeds of Athens which he wears.
Puck: [salutes and ballets off in giant pink punk-hair wig and cutoffs]
Mom: [giggling] Weeds of Athens... GREEK CLOTHES!!!
The Duke: [to his bride Hippolyta, wearing a jacket and a sparkly necklace and some sort of sheer body stocking instead of a shirt] I won you with my spear...
Mom & Peg: [giggle like twelve-year-olds]
The Duke: ...and I continue to do you injuries.
Peggy: I have stolen all of your shirts.
Bloomingtonians, see it if you get a chance.
Sunday came church and brunch with the Oehlers, and then the Parting of the Ways, and that brings us up to the present, albeit with less amusingness.
And this brings me up to noticing that, having just banned myself from the internet so that I'll be productive, I have spent fifteen minutes telling you all about what I did while avoiding work earlier. WHOOPS. So, in IV. Closing, I will just say this:
Peggy: [in tkd outfit, but also pigtails, as this is the only way to hold all of my hair back]
Cameron: Awwwwww!!! You even look cute when you're about to kick my ass!!
Peggy: ...
And thus, my life is still a string of contradictions. Or else I am a really good procrastinator. KTHXBYE!!!