My one regret is that I can not get my posts to appear in reverse chronological order. Well, that's not my one regret, but that's my one regret in this specific situation.
The post following this is my analysis. The posts following that are what my analysis is based on. You can probably get away with reading the analysis first and the posts later. If not, you might want to start at the bottom and work your way up. Trust me, if I knew how to code it so that it worked the other way around, I would. But blogger has its own code that I don't know enough how to fiddle with.
If you have any questions or problems you can email me of course. I know I'm not easy to decipher.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
"This world is filled with things that will never make sense...
...Trying to make so much sense of them will only result in one thing. Spending the rest of your life trying to remember what you were like before any of it mattered."
-Matthew Good (back when I used to love him)
***
I created the layout for this blog on the evening of December 5th. I was not entirely comfortable with the idea of only making one entry and analyzing it, so I decided to treat the space as a regular blog up until the time I wrote the analysis. This way I would have more than one entry to choose from, rather than writing something specifically to be analyzed.
Blogs are very personal writing spaces, and I did not like the idea of having one entry which was supposed to be the cyber representation of myself. Each of the entries I have written in this short time deal with different aspects of my life or personality, and this was completely unintentional. I did not sit down to write every time and think “I need to say something different than last time”, I just wrote what I was thinking about at the time (the "babies everywhere" post), or got into the flow as I went along (the "OMG HAWT BOYZ" post).
In Gusdorf’s “Conditions and Limits of Autobiography” Gusdorf argues that “the man who takes delight in thus drawing his own image believes himself worthy of a special interest” (29), and in this blog analysis I will agree that I take delight in drawing my own self image, but I will also argue that I am against the belief that I am worthy of a special interest.
The fact that this blog was created because it was assigned shifts certain notions of autobiography theory. Gusdorf speaks of the autobiography as a personal choice by an author, created out of self interest and justification, often as an act of personal salvation, an act of rediscovery, and a way for the author to prove to themselves that they lived a successful life and to create a new personal alliance with themselves (39).
The motive for this blog is significantly less self-fulfilling than that of the autobiography: I chose this option for the exam merely because I did not like the essay question of option two.
My choice to add more content than was required can relate to this idea, as this act could be my creation of a new personal alliance. However, it can relate more closely to other concepts of the self which I will mention in the following paragraphs. Simply put, I did not feel comfortable presenting to someone a singular post which was to be a representation of my personal self.
When I was making the template for my blog I was talking to a friend on MSN messenger. I told him that to me, the purpose of this blog was going to be a way to organize all the websites and comics I read onto one page so that I could clean out my bookmarks folder and be able to refer just to this blog and go down the list every morning (or after midnight, when the comic sites are updated).
Many people maintain blogs with a particular theme: some people have blogs dedicated to movies they have seen, books they have read, their political views, their social or dating life, or relationship with a family member or friend. My blog has no detectable theme, and my writing and links have no theme which is to be detected by any kind of audience. My blog is not for an audience, it is for me.
The links to my friends are not to showboat any kind of popularity or the social circle I reside within, my last.fm page and photography pages are not bragging rights, and the comics aren’t to show off any kind of credentials as someone who is interesting or cool. Instead, they are a personal archiving system.
I think that this is very important to note. This blog is very obviously a self-serving blog (and arguably, all blogs are), but they are not self-serving in an attempt to convey myself as someone of special interest, with links screaming to people how cool I am, nor does this blog have a purpose to gain attention and recognition from an audience of peers or strangers. My blog's purpose is to be useful to me, and for me.
While many write in blogs in order to elicit a specific response from an assumed audience (be it friends, fans, family, or coworkers) the self-serving aspect of my blog does not lie in the positive or expected response from an audience. I have given the link to my blog to three people in total, and only because I mentioned that I was making it and they wanted to see how it turned out, or so that they could use my list of comic sites as an all-in-one archive of what they read on a daily basis. Because of this, I am not writing with any specific audience in mind, nor am I searching for any specific kind of response.
If anything, you, Professor Austen, are my “audience”, since you are the person who assigned this and are grading it. However, if one were to look at the entries, this seems to be of no importance to me.
You are my only confirmed audience, and at the same time are not only a respected professor, but someone who will be reading my blog with the sole purpose of judging and grading my intelligence and understanding of autobiographical theory. You only have to scroll down the page slightly to find a post titled “OMG HAWT BOYZ”, which is a picture list of male celebrities I think are handsome.
You are my university professor looking at this blog in order to grade my intellect, and I am posting pictures of John Cusack and am making comments such as “Friends: STOP HAVING BABIES. I don’t want to babysit them, they are fat and they smell”. I seem considerably more concerned in portraying a specific image of myself, one that differs greatly as the self which is expected in an academic arena.
The purpose of my blog is not to upkeep the “responsible student” persona and write personal-but-not-too-personal entries where I try to convey myself as being a well-read intellectual student to my respectable professor. I don’t treat the white pages I write essays on in the same way I treat the blank slate of the blog atmosphere.
This idea adheres very strongly to Smith’s argument in “Performativity, Autobiographical Practice, Resistance”, where the autobiographical speaker is a performative subject (17). I am portraying in my blog entries a non-academic version of myself, while in this specific entry and analysis I am presenting to you the academic version of myself which you are most used to. This duality of personalities also relates to Smith’s theories of “making and unmaking of identities” (31).
I think that in my blog I leaned considerably towards conveying a personal self rather than maintaining the social persona you expect from me. I am not particularly concerned with conveying my self as “student Katie” , but am very concerned with conveying a rounded image of my personality, quirks, and interests, since the blog is such a personal arena.
I speak of my love for nintendo and other nerdy things, my embarassment at the possibility of being labelled slutty because of my tomboy personality, my bewilderment at the social normalcy of having children at such a young age, and even mention the mundane work assignments I have been given. Though I don't feel right making such a comparison, I find this type of writing similar to the writings of Anne Frank which were completed before she had the intention of publishing her diary.
Her diary was personal and for her only. Though at times she would touch on larger societal issues and normalcies, the main purpose of her diary was to be a collection of her thoughts and feelings. Often she would complain about how she wanted and liked to behave, and how she was expected to behave by others. Her diary gave her a chance to embrace a self she kept hidden from her family much like I used this blog to convey a self you normally would not get to see because of your position as professor and mine as student. This was done simply by "unmaking" the student identity and stressing my quirks and interests.
In Sidone and Smith’s “Life Narrative: Definitions and Distinctions” they specifically discuss how life narrators confront two lives, “one is the self that others see, the social, historical person, with achievements, personal appearance, social relationships […] but there is also the self experienced only by that person, the self felt from the inside that the writer can never get ‘outside of’” (5).
There are many situations where I acknoweldge the self I can not get outside from. I not only embrace this self instead of the self that others see but I write for it as well. This can be seen specifically when I mention other people in my posts but do not say much about them or explain my relation to them.
Also, the blog title itself and the quotes in the header graphic (all of which are lines from a Pavement song), the music I listen to, and all the links to comics and other websites have no explanation to why they are linked to or the interest I have in them. They are just listed as "people i interact with" or "comics i love".
Additional information would be of use to an audience, but I am writing for myself, and I do not need to remind myself what bands I like or who the people I mention in posts are and the types of relationships I have with them.
In the “ask me the questions you never want answers to” post I mention a dinner at my parents house which Tim is going to attend. I do not bother to mention who Tim is or why he is at my parents’ dinner, but I do say “The first thing he said to me was ‘Fuck, my jacket smells like fuckin' booze’, so really, I haven't been missing much”.
While I would never sit down with you during office hours and reveal such an anecdote, it is an acceptable form of expression in blogs, and throughout my posts I decided to reveal the self appropriate in the blog world rather than trying to maintain the self of the academic world.
This is done not necessarily beause I believe this self is worthy of special interest and attention, but because I feel that my academic self merely does not belong on this particular medium.
-Matthew Good (back when I used to love him)
***
I created the layout for this blog on the evening of December 5th. I was not entirely comfortable with the idea of only making one entry and analyzing it, so I decided to treat the space as a regular blog up until the time I wrote the analysis. This way I would have more than one entry to choose from, rather than writing something specifically to be analyzed.
Blogs are very personal writing spaces, and I did not like the idea of having one entry which was supposed to be the cyber representation of myself. Each of the entries I have written in this short time deal with different aspects of my life or personality, and this was completely unintentional. I did not sit down to write every time and think “I need to say something different than last time”, I just wrote what I was thinking about at the time (the "babies everywhere" post), or got into the flow as I went along (the "OMG HAWT BOYZ" post).
In Gusdorf’s “Conditions and Limits of Autobiography” Gusdorf argues that “the man who takes delight in thus drawing his own image believes himself worthy of a special interest” (29), and in this blog analysis I will agree that I take delight in drawing my own self image, but I will also argue that I am against the belief that I am worthy of a special interest.
The fact that this blog was created because it was assigned shifts certain notions of autobiography theory. Gusdorf speaks of the autobiography as a personal choice by an author, created out of self interest and justification, often as an act of personal salvation, an act of rediscovery, and a way for the author to prove to themselves that they lived a successful life and to create a new personal alliance with themselves (39).
The motive for this blog is significantly less self-fulfilling than that of the autobiography: I chose this option for the exam merely because I did not like the essay question of option two.
My choice to add more content than was required can relate to this idea, as this act could be my creation of a new personal alliance. However, it can relate more closely to other concepts of the self which I will mention in the following paragraphs. Simply put, I did not feel comfortable presenting to someone a singular post which was to be a representation of my personal self.
When I was making the template for my blog I was talking to a friend on MSN messenger. I told him that to me, the purpose of this blog was going to be a way to organize all the websites and comics I read onto one page so that I could clean out my bookmarks folder and be able to refer just to this blog and go down the list every morning (or after midnight, when the comic sites are updated).
Many people maintain blogs with a particular theme: some people have blogs dedicated to movies they have seen, books they have read, their political views, their social or dating life, or relationship with a family member or friend. My blog has no detectable theme, and my writing and links have no theme which is to be detected by any kind of audience. My blog is not for an audience, it is for me.
The links to my friends are not to showboat any kind of popularity or the social circle I reside within, my last.fm page and photography pages are not bragging rights, and the comics aren’t to show off any kind of credentials as someone who is interesting or cool. Instead, they are a personal archiving system.
I think that this is very important to note. This blog is very obviously a self-serving blog (and arguably, all blogs are), but they are not self-serving in an attempt to convey myself as someone of special interest, with links screaming to people how cool I am, nor does this blog have a purpose to gain attention and recognition from an audience of peers or strangers. My blog's purpose is to be useful to me, and for me.
While many write in blogs in order to elicit a specific response from an assumed audience (be it friends, fans, family, or coworkers) the self-serving aspect of my blog does not lie in the positive or expected response from an audience. I have given the link to my blog to three people in total, and only because I mentioned that I was making it and they wanted to see how it turned out, or so that they could use my list of comic sites as an all-in-one archive of what they read on a daily basis. Because of this, I am not writing with any specific audience in mind, nor am I searching for any specific kind of response.
If anything, you, Professor Austen, are my “audience”, since you are the person who assigned this and are grading it. However, if one were to look at the entries, this seems to be of no importance to me.
You are my only confirmed audience, and at the same time are not only a respected professor, but someone who will be reading my blog with the sole purpose of judging and grading my intelligence and understanding of autobiographical theory. You only have to scroll down the page slightly to find a post titled “OMG HAWT BOYZ”, which is a picture list of male celebrities I think are handsome.
You are my university professor looking at this blog in order to grade my intellect, and I am posting pictures of John Cusack and am making comments such as “Friends: STOP HAVING BABIES. I don’t want to babysit them, they are fat and they smell”. I seem considerably more concerned in portraying a specific image of myself, one that differs greatly as the self which is expected in an academic arena.
The purpose of my blog is not to upkeep the “responsible student” persona and write personal-but-not-too-personal entries where I try to convey myself as being a well-read intellectual student to my respectable professor. I don’t treat the white pages I write essays on in the same way I treat the blank slate of the blog atmosphere.
This idea adheres very strongly to Smith’s argument in “Performativity, Autobiographical Practice, Resistance”, where the autobiographical speaker is a performative subject (17). I am portraying in my blog entries a non-academic version of myself, while in this specific entry and analysis I am presenting to you the academic version of myself which you are most used to. This duality of personalities also relates to Smith’s theories of “making and unmaking of identities” (31).
I think that in my blog I leaned considerably towards conveying a personal self rather than maintaining the social persona you expect from me. I am not particularly concerned with conveying my self as “student Katie” , but am very concerned with conveying a rounded image of my personality, quirks, and interests, since the blog is such a personal arena.
I speak of my love for nintendo and other nerdy things, my embarassment at the possibility of being labelled slutty because of my tomboy personality, my bewilderment at the social normalcy of having children at such a young age, and even mention the mundane work assignments I have been given. Though I don't feel right making such a comparison, I find this type of writing similar to the writings of Anne Frank which were completed before she had the intention of publishing her diary.
Her diary was personal and for her only. Though at times she would touch on larger societal issues and normalcies, the main purpose of her diary was to be a collection of her thoughts and feelings. Often she would complain about how she wanted and liked to behave, and how she was expected to behave by others. Her diary gave her a chance to embrace a self she kept hidden from her family much like I used this blog to convey a self you normally would not get to see because of your position as professor and mine as student. This was done simply by "unmaking" the student identity and stressing my quirks and interests.
In Sidone and Smith’s “Life Narrative: Definitions and Distinctions” they specifically discuss how life narrators confront two lives, “one is the self that others see, the social, historical person, with achievements, personal appearance, social relationships […] but there is also the self experienced only by that person, the self felt from the inside that the writer can never get ‘outside of’” (5).
There are many situations where I acknoweldge the self I can not get outside from. I not only embrace this self instead of the self that others see but I write for it as well. This can be seen specifically when I mention other people in my posts but do not say much about them or explain my relation to them.
Also, the blog title itself and the quotes in the header graphic (all of which are lines from a Pavement song), the music I listen to, and all the links to comics and other websites have no explanation to why they are linked to or the interest I have in them. They are just listed as "people i interact with" or "comics i love".
Additional information would be of use to an audience, but I am writing for myself, and I do not need to remind myself what bands I like or who the people I mention in posts are and the types of relationships I have with them.
In the “ask me the questions you never want answers to” post I mention a dinner at my parents house which Tim is going to attend. I do not bother to mention who Tim is or why he is at my parents’ dinner, but I do say “The first thing he said to me was ‘Fuck, my jacket smells like fuckin' booze’, so really, I haven't been missing much”.
While I would never sit down with you during office hours and reveal such an anecdote, it is an acceptable form of expression in blogs, and throughout my posts I decided to reveal the self appropriate in the blog world rather than trying to maintain the self of the academic world.
This is done not necessarily beause I believe this self is worthy of special interest and attention, but because I feel that my academic self merely does not belong on this particular medium.
There's a story the gypsies know is true...
I saw Willie Nelson in concert this year with my Mother. He was absolutely amazing. I debated not going (I think it was on a night when I had two papers due the next morning), but come on, how often do you get the chance to see Willie Nelson?
Especially now that he's so old (born in 1933), you never know when he's gonna hang up the red bandana and head on down to whiskey river.
Today I went to visit and spend some time with my Mom and was pleased to the nth degree that my nintendo ds had come in the mail. New Super Mario Bros. + Tetris = brain cancer.
This DS is great nostalgia. I was the tomboy-est of tomboys growing up. Ninja Turtles, Transformers, WWF wrestling, and nintendo/super nintendo games were pretty much the ruling forces of my life. Family members would always try to buy me barbies and subscriptions to ym magazine and stuff, but it never really worked. I didn't have a female "best friend" until highschool, and that fell out once I hit university. My only female friends are co-workers, so that doesn't really count.
I always found it funny that somehow I was the first one in my grade to start wearing makeup and carry a purse. I guess I wanted to look good since I was around guys all the time and I needed my purse to hold my gameboy and all the other cool shit that impressed them. I knew where it was at at a very young age.
I joked to my buddies last month that my roomate probably thought I was either a slutty girl or a prostitute, since there are so many different guys coming and going from my place and there's always so much booze invovled. All we're doing is listening to The Rolling Stones and playing Mortal Kombat, but it probably doesn't look too well. Ah well, I think it's funny. I imagine she's figured it out by now... I'm not a slut, I'm just a nerdy tomboy.
A nerdy tomboy blogging at 1:30 am, drinking hot chocolate spiked with butterscotch schnapps, listening to Willie Nelson, and getting antsy anticipating playing the Zelda themed level on Tetris DS. Of course I am, Link is a total stud.
Especially now that he's so old (born in 1933), you never know when he's gonna hang up the red bandana and head on down to whiskey river.
Today I went to visit and spend some time with my Mom and was pleased to the nth degree that my nintendo ds had come in the mail. New Super Mario Bros. + Tetris = brain cancer.
This DS is great nostalgia. I was the tomboy-est of tomboys growing up. Ninja Turtles, Transformers, WWF wrestling, and nintendo/super nintendo games were pretty much the ruling forces of my life. Family members would always try to buy me barbies and subscriptions to ym magazine and stuff, but it never really worked. I didn't have a female "best friend" until highschool, and that fell out once I hit university. My only female friends are co-workers, so that doesn't really count.
I always found it funny that somehow I was the first one in my grade to start wearing makeup and carry a purse. I guess I wanted to look good since I was around guys all the time and I needed my purse to hold my gameboy and all the other cool shit that impressed them. I knew where it was at at a very young age.
I joked to my buddies last month that my roomate probably thought I was either a slutty girl or a prostitute, since there are so many different guys coming and going from my place and there's always so much booze invovled. All we're doing is listening to The Rolling Stones and playing Mortal Kombat, but it probably doesn't look too well. Ah well, I think it's funny. I imagine she's figured it out by now... I'm not a slut, I'm just a nerdy tomboy.
A nerdy tomboy blogging at 1:30 am, drinking hot chocolate spiked with butterscotch schnapps, listening to Willie Nelson, and getting antsy anticipating playing the Zelda themed level on Tetris DS. Of course I am, Link is a total stud.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
OMG HAWT BOYZ
Okay, so I just found out Clive Owen is forty two years old. That just ain't right. Probably because he is one of the male celebrities that I just decide to randomly google image search and the next thing I know, it's four hours later and my roomate is probably scared from hearing "FRIGGEN WHOA!" a hundred million times. SRSLY.
You know who else is cute? Post Teen Wolf II Circa Arrested Development Jason Bateman
And Colin Meloy, lead singer of the Decemberists is totally adorable.
Uh oh... I can see where this is going. I started thinking of who in the music/movie business I think is cute and then I went "OH SUFJAN! I CAN'T FORGET HIM!" oh sigh to the nth degree Sufjan
Why not go all the way indie crush cred and mention Stephen Malkmus of Pavement (Jared, who I mentioned earlier probably thinks Malkmus is a bigger dreamboat than I do)
Malkmus really reminds me of the incredibly awesome Peter Krause of Six Feet Under Fame
I can tell now that this post is going to end up completely out of control and will justbe full of celebrities and musicians with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm really bad.
Who else?! OH. FOX MULDER. Not David Duchovny so much (Come on, he married Thea Leoni) but I am a total nerd and loved The X Files growing up and I had such a huge crush on him that I'm pretty sure will never die. And Gillian Anderson was my female role model growing up. Smart, sexy, and a natural redhead! Once they gave her glasses and upped the sexual tension between her and Mulder she became my idol.
Paul Rudd almost doesn't get mentioned because he was on Friends... but then he did a whole bunch of other awesome stuff, so he gets back in. WAY TO GO PAUL RUDD, YOU ARE ON THE LIST OF HOT UNATAINIBLE CELEBRITIES IN THE FAKE BLOG OF A UNIVERSITY GIRL.
Josh Holloway, because he is the only thing worth watching on LOST since about four and a half episodes into season two.
OMG JACK BAUER. Kiefer Sutherland has nothing to do with it. "TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!" okay!
And since we're on the roll of badass guys... FIGHT CLUB. Fight Club isn't a person. But it made my life complete for my existential period in high school. Everyone threw a fuss over Brad Pitt in that movie, but Ed Norton is the dreamboat. Did you see American History X?! Tyler Durden's got nothin' on that. I had this picture on my wall for about five and a half years
ELVIS. Because he is EFFIN ELVIS. But pre-fat Elvis... the young, handsome, clean and sober Elvis.
And John Cusack... A TOTAL GIVEN.... anyone who has a pulse has a crush on John Cusack.
It took approximately an hour and a half to make this post.
You know who else is cute? Post Teen Wolf II Circa Arrested Development Jason Bateman
And Colin Meloy, lead singer of the Decemberists is totally adorable.
Uh oh... I can see where this is going. I started thinking of who in the music/movie business I think is cute and then I went "OH SUFJAN! I CAN'T FORGET HIM!" oh sigh to the nth degree Sufjan
Why not go all the way indie crush cred and mention Stephen Malkmus of Pavement (Jared, who I mentioned earlier probably thinks Malkmus is a bigger dreamboat than I do)
Malkmus really reminds me of the incredibly awesome Peter Krause of Six Feet Under Fame
I can tell now that this post is going to end up completely out of control and will justbe full of celebrities and musicians with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm really bad.
Who else?! OH. FOX MULDER. Not David Duchovny so much (Come on, he married Thea Leoni) but I am a total nerd and loved The X Files growing up and I had such a huge crush on him that I'm pretty sure will never die. And Gillian Anderson was my female role model growing up. Smart, sexy, and a natural redhead! Once they gave her glasses and upped the sexual tension between her and Mulder she became my idol.
Paul Rudd almost doesn't get mentioned because he was on Friends... but then he did a whole bunch of other awesome stuff, so he gets back in. WAY TO GO PAUL RUDD, YOU ARE ON THE LIST OF HOT UNATAINIBLE CELEBRITIES IN THE FAKE BLOG OF A UNIVERSITY GIRL.
Josh Holloway, because he is the only thing worth watching on LOST since about four and a half episodes into season two.
OMG JACK BAUER. Kiefer Sutherland has nothing to do with it. "TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW!" okay!
And since we're on the roll of badass guys... FIGHT CLUB. Fight Club isn't a person. But it made my life complete for my existential period in high school. Everyone threw a fuss over Brad Pitt in that movie, but Ed Norton is the dreamboat. Did you see American History X?! Tyler Durden's got nothin' on that. I had this picture on my wall for about five and a half years
ELVIS. Because he is EFFIN ELVIS. But pre-fat Elvis... the young, handsome, clean and sober Elvis.
And John Cusack... A TOTAL GIVEN.... anyone who has a pulse has a crush on John Cusack.
It took approximately an hour and a half to make this post.
Friday, December 08, 2006
blah blah blog
Ha ha ha. Aren't I funny.
I even messaged my friend to tell him that I was titling this "blah blah blog". He responded with something very funny (much funnier than blah blah blog), but very inappropriate to be posting in here. Or anywhere.
I drove all the way to my parent's house today expecing my DS to be there, but ofcourse, it was not. Stupid Canada post. Then again, Jared only sent it out yesterday. Last year his present made it out in a day, so I assumed that this year it would be the same. And I got all stoked and my thumbs all ready and I was WRONG. Alas, I have to wait until Monday to play Tetris and Mariokart until my eyes bleed. I have the feeling the blog entries will slow greatly after that point.
He also got me a webcam, since my old one is from grade 8. He works at Futureshop, hence all the sweet tech gear for Christmas. Jared is my BF in the history of F (best friend in the history of forever... one would say I was exaggerating if it wasn't totally true). He lives in Victoria and is everything you could ever want in a BFF.
Anyway, I should cut myself off before I write a whole post about videogames or my longest of long distance pals. I'm probably going to eat and go for my nightly walk, maybe even end up with a coffee. Probably an Irish coffee. Probably more Irish than Coffee. It IS Friday.
I even messaged my friend to tell him that I was titling this "blah blah blog". He responded with something very funny (much funnier than blah blah blog), but very inappropriate to be posting in here. Or anywhere.
I drove all the way to my parent's house today expecing my DS to be there, but ofcourse, it was not. Stupid Canada post. Then again, Jared only sent it out yesterday. Last year his present made it out in a day, so I assumed that this year it would be the same. And I got all stoked and my thumbs all ready and I was WRONG. Alas, I have to wait until Monday to play Tetris and Mariokart until my eyes bleed. I have the feeling the blog entries will slow greatly after that point.
He also got me a webcam, since my old one is from grade 8. He works at Futureshop, hence all the sweet tech gear for Christmas. Jared is my BF in the history of F (best friend in the history of forever... one would say I was exaggerating if it wasn't totally true). He lives in Victoria and is everything you could ever want in a BFF.
Anyway, I should cut myself off before I write a whole post about videogames or my longest of long distance pals. I'm probably going to eat and go for my nightly walk, maybe even end up with a coffee. Probably an Irish coffee. Probably more Irish than Coffee. It IS Friday.
another day, another blog
It's only 11:17, and I've been up for about fifteen minutes, but I'm already bored, so I might as well say something in here. Last night, Jim Cuddy ended up being okay. Super ultra country and folky, and I dig that. And he also looked a lot better than I thought he did. I had my 300 on and I was about 20 feet away and he looked a lot less melt-y than I thought he would. See?
I think he looks pretty darn good. The girl on violin was pretty good too. I kinda wish that Mom ended up going and we went together, because it wasn't really that bad. I mean, I still would have much rather seen Sufjan but I'm pretty sure he won't be playing Centre for the Arts any time soon. Probably for the better, as I would probably have a heart attack or end up with a restraining order or something.
Seriously, time to be a fifteen year old girl:
Are you in love yet? No?
Okay, I'm gonna go eat. All this swooning made me hungry.
I think he looks pretty darn good. The girl on violin was pretty good too. I kinda wish that Mom ended up going and we went together, because it wasn't really that bad. I mean, I still would have much rather seen Sufjan but I'm pretty sure he won't be playing Centre for the Arts any time soon. Probably for the better, as I would probably have a heart attack or end up with a restraining order or something.
Seriously, time to be a fifteen year old girl:
Are you in love yet? No?
Okay, I'm gonna go eat. All this swooning made me hungry.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
he's sweet, but I don't wanna fall in love
Appearantly msn decided to just stop letting my messages go through when I was mid-conversation with three different people. I can receive messages, I just can't send them. THERE ARE PEOPLE DANGLING, AWAITING MY REPONSES.
Things are going well besides that. Spent the morning cleaning. Cleaned out the rabbit cage and the litter box, vacuumed my room, the living room, and the hall, and then I took the vacuum apart and washed the filter and holder etc. Being a neat freak was a good habit to pick up, but it does make me look kind of crazy.
I remember when I first moved in, my roomate Mel came home from work and I had done all the dishes, washed the insides of the cupboards, taken apart the stovetop components and soaked and washed them, scrubbed the bathtub, cleaned the toilet and sink, and beat and vacuumed all the rugs.
It's total habit, though. Dad has a disease that effects his immune system. A normal cold that would last maybe 3-5 days and be just annoying sniffles will put Dad in bed for almost a month. Growing up, EVERYTHING was cleaned when we were done with it. We had to boil cutlery and disinfect everything. The kitchen and bathroom were cleaned multiple times a week. It makes me look really OCD whenever I move in with a roomate, but I just am so used to cleaning everything immediately and continuously. Hell, I even make my bed every single morning before I leave the house.
I am going to be one of THOSE Mom's.
I also just ate an entire package of rice crackers in the time of my writing this. It's good to see my diet is going well, haha. Actually, yeah it is. I've lost almost 40 lbs. since June, and it's probably better that I ate a thing of rice crackers instead of a box of cookies.
Tonight is Jim Cuddy at centre of the arts. Mom is super jealous, but really I'm just going to take pictures and then getting the hell out of there. Jim Cuddy just isn't my scene. Though he is kinda cute for an old dude, in the 'I probably looked better when I was younger but now my face just looks like it is melting' kind of way. After that I was hoping to meet up with a friend for a drink... that is if I can get back on msn to talk to him. Grr.
Things are going well besides that. Spent the morning cleaning. Cleaned out the rabbit cage and the litter box, vacuumed my room, the living room, and the hall, and then I took the vacuum apart and washed the filter and holder etc. Being a neat freak was a good habit to pick up, but it does make me look kind of crazy.
I remember when I first moved in, my roomate Mel came home from work and I had done all the dishes, washed the insides of the cupboards, taken apart the stovetop components and soaked and washed them, scrubbed the bathtub, cleaned the toilet and sink, and beat and vacuumed all the rugs.
It's total habit, though. Dad has a disease that effects his immune system. A normal cold that would last maybe 3-5 days and be just annoying sniffles will put Dad in bed for almost a month. Growing up, EVERYTHING was cleaned when we were done with it. We had to boil cutlery and disinfect everything. The kitchen and bathroom were cleaned multiple times a week. It makes me look really OCD whenever I move in with a roomate, but I just am so used to cleaning everything immediately and continuously. Hell, I even make my bed every single morning before I leave the house.
I am going to be one of THOSE Mom's.
I also just ate an entire package of rice crackers in the time of my writing this. It's good to see my diet is going well, haha. Actually, yeah it is. I've lost almost 40 lbs. since June, and it's probably better that I ate a thing of rice crackers instead of a box of cookies.
Tonight is Jim Cuddy at centre of the arts. Mom is super jealous, but really I'm just going to take pictures and then getting the hell out of there. Jim Cuddy just isn't my scene. Though he is kinda cute for an old dude, in the 'I probably looked better when I was younger but now my face just looks like it is melting' kind of way. After that I was hoping to meet up with a friend for a drink... that is if I can get back on msn to talk to him. Grr.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
ask me the questions you never want answers to
Been listening to The Weakerthans a lot lately. I never really liked them, then I saw them open for the Tragically Hip a bunch of times and I was kinda sold. Thank God those multiple Hip Shows days are over.... it was boring as hell and ate a giant hole in my wallet. Que Sera, or something.
Anyway. Here is a picture from what was happening outside from Monday night. All evidence of such event is already gone.
I took this right before the Brock Press snowball fight which resulted in Marc becoming nearly sterile and Mike becoming nearly blind. It's kind of how snowball fights are meant to be, but a lot more alcohol could have been involved, if you ask me. But we were kind of at work.
Tonight I went to an impromptu dinner at Mom and Dad's. I wasn't going to go, but Mom made a big deal (as she always does) and Tim was going to be there, and I haven't seen him in a while. The first thing he said to me was "Fuck, my jacket smells like fuckin' booze", so really, I haven't been missing much.
Anyway. Here is a picture from what was happening outside from Monday night. All evidence of such event is already gone.
I took this right before the Brock Press snowball fight which resulted in Marc becoming nearly sterile and Mike becoming nearly blind. It's kind of how snowball fights are meant to be, but a lot more alcohol could have been involved, if you ask me. But we were kind of at work.
Tonight I went to an impromptu dinner at Mom and Dad's. I wasn't going to go, but Mom made a big deal (as she always does) and Tim was going to be there, and I haven't seen him in a while. The first thing he said to me was "Fuck, my jacket smells like fuckin' booze", so really, I haven't been missing much.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
babies everywhere!
So, a lot of people I know seem to be having babies. It’s incredibly bizarre. It’s been happening for years and I still can’t comprehend it. All these people with babies. Intentional or accidental, they’re all paying mortgages and working two jobs and getting married and buying dogs to play with their kids. Some time last year, I thought to myself “Wow, when Mom was this age she had been married for three years and was pregnant with Tim”. That’s friggen astounding to think of.
At that point Steve and I had been together, for better or for worse, off and on, for almost six years… and though we had been together before and longer than all those people who were/are having kids and getting married, the very thought of doing either of those things always either made us laugh, or make awkward, uncomfortable faces at whoever was inquiring about when we were gonna “start”. The answer is, was and always will be NO. NOT FOR A VERY, VERY LONG TIME. IF EVER. I DON’T KNOW AND I DON’T PLAN ON KNOWING FOR ANOTHER PERIOD OF MANY YEARS. Whenever people would ask I always think of this old toothpaste for dinner comic:
But since they always had marriages and kids, it would probably not be the nicest thing to say that to them. Ofcourse I’m not “old” yet, I’m only 22! I’m in university, I barely make enough money to eat and pay rent, throwing a mortgage and a few babies into the mix certainly isn’t going to help. My friends are NUTS. Friends: STOP HAVING BABIES. I don’t want to babysit them, they are fat and they smell. And I don’t want to buy you a wedding present ‘cause you’re probably just going to divorce in less than a year anyway and I don’t want to waste money on a set of dishes that will probably be thrown against a wall during an incredibly heated argument.
A little cynical? Maybe. It’s more that I think people are CRAZY IN THE HEAD. I’m by no means scared of commitment or pessimistic about marriage… my parents have been together for almost 30 years and are genuinely in love with each other, they still share a bed, go for nightly walks, hold hands while they’re driving…it was a wonderful environment to grow up in. I know marriages can work and I know love can last. But SHEESH, enough with the babies already. They seriously smell.
At that point Steve and I had been together, for better or for worse, off and on, for almost six years… and though we had been together before and longer than all those people who were/are having kids and getting married, the very thought of doing either of those things always either made us laugh, or make awkward, uncomfortable faces at whoever was inquiring about when we were gonna “start”. The answer is, was and always will be NO. NOT FOR A VERY, VERY LONG TIME. IF EVER. I DON’T KNOW AND I DON’T PLAN ON KNOWING FOR ANOTHER PERIOD OF MANY YEARS. Whenever people would ask I always think of this old toothpaste for dinner comic:
But since they always had marriages and kids, it would probably not be the nicest thing to say that to them. Ofcourse I’m not “old” yet, I’m only 22! I’m in university, I barely make enough money to eat and pay rent, throwing a mortgage and a few babies into the mix certainly isn’t going to help. My friends are NUTS. Friends: STOP HAVING BABIES. I don’t want to babysit them, they are fat and they smell. And I don’t want to buy you a wedding present ‘cause you’re probably just going to divorce in less than a year anyway and I don’t want to waste money on a set of dishes that will probably be thrown against a wall during an incredibly heated argument.A little cynical? Maybe. It’s more that I think people are CRAZY IN THE HEAD. I’m by no means scared of commitment or pessimistic about marriage… my parents have been together for almost 30 years and are genuinely in love with each other, they still share a bed, go for nightly walks, hold hands while they’re driving…it was a wonderful environment to grow up in. I know marriages can work and I know love can last. But SHEESH, enough with the babies already. They seriously smell.
first post
Well, it's pretty clear by the fact that it is 2:08 am that I won't be sleeping any time soon. I've decided that I want to start using this blog as an actual blog from now until the time I actually write everything for the take-home. Not only will the layout look better with more text, I'll admit I'm not entirely comfortable writing just one entry to represent myself.
I will try not to write too much, I'm sure the few posts I put up can be skimmed, don't feel obliged to read it all, Professor Austen. Hmm... I just addressed you in here, did I break some form of 4th wall?
I will try not to write too much, I'm sure the few posts I put up can be skimmed, don't feel obliged to read it all, Professor Austen. Hmm... I just addressed you in here, did I break some form of 4th wall?
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