Scribblings: On Life and Other Adventures

*gasp*

The real Hell Weeks are the ones you don't see coming. I am so OCD at school that I do actually write 'Hell Week' in the top margin of my planner weeks in advance when I see I have more than three major assignments due, but this one just reared out of nowhere. Soc take-home exam, so you know the questions are ridiulous, Psych exam on Tuesday for my stats class (how much studying have I done for it? Not nearly enough), short story due Wednesday(can I write well enough to not melt into the floor when someone else reads it? Take a look around this journal. Grammar/spelling, no problem--content? Shaky at best), essay in Spanish due...tomorrow. Crud. I was up until 3 A.M. last night, and I have a feeling that's going to continue for most of this week. I'd better make it to church this afternoon, I have a feeling I'm going to need all the divine intervention I can get. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to suck down some caffeine, locate some ibuprofen, and type until the monitor gives me a tan.

It appeared from the subject line to be an ad for watches. If you put it into lines, it looks like free verse poetry written by a junkie in Engrish:

trying build among reading.
gym already progress free not. 
immediate remember near
truly bought planning. 
am wine within 
here central build. 
intelligent deal showed night. 
age might miss evil money.

miserable likely affect 
nervous 
difficult clear. 
music one gray bought, 
whos place reference thought. 
satisfaction human age friend ought book?
night quarter 
grave word 
familiar principle, 
my desire servants development. 

forth each human out already pie, 
development being sooner kept choose, s
ugar reading words clear? 
page pray circumstances young 
some next. forty know here. 

Doesn't it just make you shiver in literary incomprehension?

Arrr! Today be Talk Like a Pirate Day, so I be trying to make years of grammar walk the plank and use 'be' in the infinitive no matter who or what I be talking about. Avast, even ended a sentence with a scallywag of a preposition, on purpose no less! How d'you be liking that, ye proper-English-lubber?

This last week, I be...were....oh for the love of Davy Jones' granny, ye know what I mean...doing enough research to make any pirate tie his own noose.  Aye, I rode the kraken of PsychInfo and Academic Search Elite! I found enough booty to make me professors happy. Speaking of happy, I also left the mailroom crew officially. Arrr, my boss may have thought I be dumber than a dead squid, but now I be off, and my bearings be the Foreign Language Department. Si, yo voy a ser pirata en espanol para un semestre. 

Today, in about an hour and a half actually, I'll be fighting a good pirate-y battle. Mark me words, Bellamy may have got off easy for a little while, but I'll track any tripe like that through the Bermuda Triangle to get a chance to rip it apart. By love of the North Star and fear of....arrr, already made a Davy Jones reference...fear of...a really big shark I guess, I'll slit that scurvy "Looking Backward" author's lily-livered throat! And draw and quarter him for good measure! Avast! And most likely throw him into the churning bowels of the sea when I be done!

And tonight I'll be watching House, which is pirate-y because a cane is close enough to a peg leg. And then I'll be salsa dancing! Gonna shake me pirate booty.

Arrr.....

     So I'm reading this book for Sociology called "Looking Backward," by Edward Bellamy. The idea is this guy in 1887 Rip-Van-Winkled his way to 2000, to find that society had become a Utopia. Industrial society as we know it is extinct, replaced by a system that's based on respect for laborers and allows everyone the highest-quality food, housing, etc. For lunch, I nuked some Campbell's and had a frozen Pop-tart, feeling chagrined at the processed-ness of it all.

     This post was longer originally, but the computer decided to erase it, and I have...*counting*...250 pages to read, 2 and a poem to write, and a Psychology term paper topic to select. Not to get to complain-y or dramatic, but I divided my workload this weekend into three more or less equal parts, so if I don't do this today, I'll really regret it tomorrow.

     Well, my professors did it again. They all woke up simultaneously last night screaming, "I need to make my students read something substantial RIGHT NOW!!!!" I have something along the lines of six chapters and two full books to read over the weekend, not to mention write two poems and keep up with Spanish homework. I mean, I was planning to do about that much reading anyway, but I had different material in mind. On the other hand, it's less intense than when I have a pile of writing to do, so I can't complain too much.

     Today was also the first day of "Balletballetballetballetballetballetballetballet!!" Ah, makes me happy....

     It should also be mentioned that last Tuesday I adopted a baby. A plant baby, that is. A little aloe plant. My Joshua tree that I doted on for six years(raised it from a seed, talked to it and everything) died last year, and I was crushed. But I can only go so long without having something green hanging out on the windowsill, and the guy said the plant's about a year old, probably, so I thought "well, it's the same age as my college career, that's kinda meaningful even if I didn't plant its little seed in the ground," so I bought it. Also, it looked healthy, is low maintenance and cost $5. 

     Well, I have the aforementioned workload to get started on, so I'll sign off for now.