who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
hi friends!
i was up all night last night trying to tease a thesis out of all my notes. i'm pretty sure i lost my mind somewhere around 2am. there was this weird burst of manic energy that i managed to filter into my work, a little. but mostly i talked to myself and had crazy ideas. at around 4am, i was envisioning my thesis as a cephalopod that had come up to the surface of the ocean to feed, and i was trying to channel my inner dolphin in order to echolocate and chomp the shit out of it. by 5am, as the sky was getting a little lighter, i had gone out to smoke a black and it was so dead out that i got the urge to do cartwheels in the middle of the street outside my house. needless to say, i did a couple cartwheels and then laughed at myself because i was trufax feeling like i had lost my mind.
and i still haven't slept much. this entry might not be the most coherent thing you've ever read from me.
the technician from Dell finally came on thursday and replaced my screen, my motherboard, my cd-drive, my fans, and the little rubber stoppers on the bottom of my computer. he also got it to stop blue screening me, somehow. they're still sending me a new RAM and hard drive, but it's possible i won't need the hard drive.
tristan has 4 external hard drives and just gave me one of his. o.o it's weird how life works out sometimes.
yesterday was also our group presentation for Queer Visual Culture, and we did select scenes from the play The Sweetest Hangover (and other STDs) by Ricardo Bracho. it's a really amazing stor with fantastic realistic characters. and we made a little film out of it, that came out really awesome. we got 20/20 on the project! which is impressive because juana rodriguez is kinda strict with the grading (still hella love her).
and then my computer decided to work in safe mode all night, so that i could get as much work done on my thesis as possible. it's still super, super rough and i'm not even sure i have an argument, but i have a lot of things to say and don't entirely hate my project yet! i turned in a rough draft this morning (if you even want to call it that; shit is rough) and am probably adding more and changing it by next tuesday so that i can get real guidance on where i'm going from charis or the other graduate instructors.
and today my computer has decided to trufax work, for the most part. it's pretty awesome. only thing is that the speakers refuse to play any sounds - system or otherwise.
rofll so i was almost done with this entry when my computer blue screen of deathed me. for a moment i just stared, open-mouthed. i am convinced jean luc is an actual person with a fucked up sense of humor. convinced.
in thesis class this morning, charis left to go make copies or something, and we were all supposed to be helping each other out with making clear arguments. only half of us were depressed, the other half cracked out from lack of sleep. so. not very productive. at one point i just sprawled on the desk up front like a ~sexy model, and people were like O HEY~ and i laughed and told them, "i take single, quarters and pennies. times is rough~" and cynthia was like "do you take copy cards? cuz that's all i have on me right now..." which we thought was the funniest thing ever. like i said, no sleep.
in other news, it's way cold in berkeley right now. and i'm tired. and i love y'all. have a good night!
i was up all night last night trying to tease a thesis out of all my notes. i'm pretty sure i lost my mind somewhere around 2am. there was this weird burst of manic energy that i managed to filter into my work, a little. but mostly i talked to myself and had crazy ideas. at around 4am, i was envisioning my thesis as a cephalopod that had come up to the surface of the ocean to feed, and i was trying to channel my inner dolphin in order to echolocate and chomp the shit out of it. by 5am, as the sky was getting a little lighter, i had gone out to smoke a black and it was so dead out that i got the urge to do cartwheels in the middle of the street outside my house. needless to say, i did a couple cartwheels and then laughed at myself because i was trufax feeling like i had lost my mind.
and i still haven't slept much. this entry might not be the most coherent thing you've ever read from me.
the technician from Dell finally came on thursday and replaced my screen, my motherboard, my cd-drive, my fans, and the little rubber stoppers on the bottom of my computer. he also got it to stop blue screening me, somehow. they're still sending me a new RAM and hard drive, but it's possible i won't need the hard drive.
tristan has 4 external hard drives and just gave me one of his. o.o it's weird how life works out sometimes.
yesterday was also our group presentation for Queer Visual Culture, and we did select scenes from the play The Sweetest Hangover (and other STDs) by Ricardo Bracho. it's a really amazing stor with fantastic realistic characters. and we made a little film out of it, that came out really awesome. we got 20/20 on the project! which is impressive because juana rodriguez is kinda strict with the grading (still hella love her).
and then my computer decided to work in safe mode all night, so that i could get as much work done on my thesis as possible. it's still super, super rough and i'm not even sure i have an argument, but i have a lot of things to say and don't entirely hate my project yet! i turned in a rough draft this morning (if you even want to call it that; shit is rough) and am probably adding more and changing it by next tuesday so that i can get real guidance on where i'm going from charis or the other graduate instructors.
and today my computer has decided to trufax work, for the most part. it's pretty awesome. only thing is that the speakers refuse to play any sounds - system or otherwise.
rofll so i was almost done with this entry when my computer blue screen of deathed me. for a moment i just stared, open-mouthed. i am convinced jean luc is an actual person with a fucked up sense of humor. convinced.
in thesis class this morning, charis left to go make copies or something, and we were all supposed to be helping each other out with making clear arguments. only half of us were depressed, the other half cracked out from lack of sleep. so. not very productive. at one point i just sprawled on the desk up front like a ~sexy model, and people were like O HEY~ and i laughed and told them, "i take single, quarters and pennies. times is rough~" and cynthia was like "do you take copy cards? cuz that's all i have on me right now..." which we thought was the funniest thing ever. like i said, no sleep.
in other news, it's way cold in berkeley right now. and i'm tired. and i love y'all. have a good night!