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blatherings
the shallow side

Grr.

I hate call display. I know it isn’t the technology’s fault that people suck, but still, I hate it. I made a lot of phone calls today. Many. For some, I expected a call back so I actually (K - I hope you’re sitting down) answered my phone.

devon: Hello?
voice: I want to know who called me from there.
devon: If I don’t know who you are, how can I answer that?
silence.
devon: hello?
voice: Why did someone from there call me?

Clearly to make your life miserable you dumb cunt.
4.11.04 00:43


Why am I still in school?

So, one of my profs changed the date our papers are due. My middle eastern lit paper is now due 10 days earlier than I thought it would be. My plan had been to write this Said talk, starting on the theory paper - I’m doing an analysis of Jack Womack’s _Random Acts of Senseless Violence_ using Bakhtin. Hand that little puppy in on the 7th of Dec and dive right into Djebar and cultural elitism.

That plan, which was entirely stress free and afforded me plenty of time for video games and dog running, has been laid to rest. Oh, and not only is the paper due way fucking early, he wants to see a ROUGH DRAFT on the 26th. I’m doing a fucking MA and have to show a rough draft? Why not just make the whole damn thing due that day?

I am now doing the Said talk this weekend, writing about Djebar during this coming week and Womack the week after. I’ll spend the next week in edit mode and then hand them in. And at some point I know S is going to have stuff for me to edit. Oh, and don’t forget the guy I’m tutoring. Plus work. I’m going to go hide.

Had an e-mail from Catherine this morning - she’s very stressed as well as she has a directed reading paper due at the same time. We’re going to share editing duties - I’ll show her mine, she’ll show me hers... Ah, the life of a grad student. What happened to pub time and seducing first-years?
6.11.04 22:54


sniffle

I'm ill. I have been all weekend and it hasn't gone yet and I want someone to say "aww didums. Poor sweetie have some tea" and while I am getting sympathy it isn't the same as when you're 7 and get to stay home. I napped at about 5.30 and have since woken up and can't fall back asleep even though its what I want to do.

That being whined about, the partnered presentation I am doing is coming together beautifully. My partner is smart, funny and thnks in te same way I do. Only he knows more. Its just lovely. His wife teaches yoga for one of the school boards which is decidedly cool and he seems amused and not put off by my control freak nature.

So it isn't all bad. But I'm on the list to see
Lowest of the Low tomorrow/tonight and feel wretched. Which just isn't fair.
9.11.04 09:47


ah-choo!

Still sick. I know has only been a few hours since last complaining, but tough!

I'm conflicted. At the start of the month I was very jealous - there are a few blogs I read where the authors are taking part in the crazy write a novel in the month of November. I want to be doing this. I want to be devting my life tothe stories I find interesting and instead I have to pump out a couple of papers which I am only marginally interested in. I wanna write! I know that next term will have a lot more creative writing - considering I'm taking a course in it, and all.

That being said, as I look at these aforementioned blogs, I don't see a lot of happy "look what I did today" or "gosh writing is painful but rewarding" while there is a lot of personal stuff that seems to be coming up instead.

I wonder how many people finish their novels in comparison to those who start? What would I do in their place? As I suffer with this cold, I'm pretty certain I know the answer....
9.11.04 19:41


If I had a hammer

So, I'm rubbing the shoulders of one of my bartenders and she says "you know, this would be better if you had a penis" to which Molly and Luis started laughing their asses off, although Molly took the time to agree. When I explained she wasn't the first person to say that to me, Luis looked at S and asked him if he ever wished I had one.

It made me think of this cartoon:

Which, if you like, you can see more of here
13.11.04 22:23


There aren't enough hours in the day

My secret ninja death squad job wants to increase my hours. I'm very happy about this. They like the work I'm doing, I get more money for candy. But it isn't possible to explain to my boss that I can work more hours only if I don't have to go into the office. How do I explain to him that going in to the office means getting up early, getting dressed much earlier than I do typically and, well then I have to schmooze. I hate the schmoozing part. I feel like the pet bohemian. They've pretty much gotten over the "this is devon and she's doing a masters degree" making it sound as though having discovered the cure for the common cold I am about to solve cancer. Now they just ask about my thesis. But it isn't as though they really want to hear about. They don't know what I'm reading, they don't know the theories and once I start talking, their eyes glaze over.
But at least I will be able to buy more candy.
15.11.04 23:55


You tell me

Is procrastination creative foreplay or am I just damn lazy?
23.11.04 09:57


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