Hmmm list

There are a lot of things I don't particularly care for myself, but I still can understand why someone might be drawn to them (e.g., trashy romance novels, being uber-crafty, people who write NOTHING but "I am thankful for..." or "my wonderfully sweet husband..." statuses on Facebook, etc). But I have to say, I seriously cannot comprehend the overwhelming infatuation with the following things:

1. Snuggies
2. Twilight being read by ANYONE over the age of 15
3. [I will continue to add to this list as time goes by]

It's not that I'm against these things. It's just that I cannot grasp the other point of view yet. So, please, if you are Snuggalicious or a Twilightophile, enlighten me.

I gotta get me one HUGE radio!

Sigh. Double the sexiness.

Disgusted

You know, just when you think misogyny can't get any worse, it does. Someone I know became a fan of the LFL (lingerie football league), and I thought it was a joke. No, no it's not. Feministing says it best: "Women finally get a pro women's football league, and in order to participate, they have to wear their skivvies." Come on! Not only is it objectification at its finest, but it makes a mockery of women in sports.

I think I might vomit now.

F*ing Amateurs

Perhaps I'm channeling good ole Walter (who is sitting on my desk, briefcase and bowling ball in hand--thank you, Prax), but people piss me off. I was actually pulled aside today by a concerned classmate who felt that my name was being besmirched. This is not news to me since I don't play the little reindeer games of the masses and come from a humanities background. But this one really got me. Apparently, someone in my cohort saw me across campus, waved to me, and is now mad that I did not wave back. And she has now communicated that to everyone, who have all surmised that I am a bitch.

Now if someone doesn't wave back to you, do you automatically assume that she hates you, thinks she's superior to you, is a bitch? Or do you, perhaps, think that a) she may not have seen you; b) might have tunnel vision and is focused on, oh, say, HER FUCKING SCHOOLWORK AND RESEARCH; c) may not have her glasses on at the moment...anything other than that she is snubbing your presence?

I am so tired of the juvenile behavior here. For people who study human development, they are alarmingly stuck in Erikson's first few stages. Or maybe they have a hostile attribution bias toward people. I dunno. I keep thinking back to what Doc said a few weekends ago about people hating anyone who disrupts the homeostasis, and she's pretty much right, but hell--waving? Ridiculous. It's behavior like this that makes me want to quit this PhD thing every single day. Schoolwork is a breeze, but dealing with these morons (many of the profs are just as bad) is getting on my last nerves. I just don't think I can make it.

Panacea

Ah, nothing like Cusack and a mean Caucasian to heal all.

And now, to bed. Cranky abides.

Congrats

This was my theme song for a year.

No more.

Enjoy your bumpit.

IT"S KIMDAY!

How are you celebrating? :)

Kimday Kickoff and doc crazypants

Well, the week has been pretty mundane, but I did kick it off with a little MJ. Well done. Showcases both the geniuses of MJ and Kenny Ortega. Choreography, graphics--amazing. My friend and I were singing and dancing in the back. Sadly, the place was bare, and the few people who were there sat stoically in their seats, munching popcorn like tools.

Since then, I've been working my ass off with midterms (last one due Monday) and other assignments. I present in San Fran next week, so I've got some last minute stuff to put together, and my research project finally got approved, so I've started recruitment.

Oh, Halloween was fun but again, barren. NO one was out.

And I'm still fighting off the funk, which doc crazypants says is allergies. I forgot to write about the doc crazypants saga. I went in for upper respiratory problems, and he was more concerned that I hadn't had a pap smear in 2 years, reminding me that women's bodies are like wet paint. Things, apparently, stick to us like little pieces of fuzz, lint, and dirt do to a freshly painted wall.

Ok, first of all, since when did pap smears become less about preventative medicine (read: cancer and the like) and more about cleaning out my insides from all the wild, crazy, "lint" producing sex women have? Isn't this why it is called a well woman exam? It's like that damn vaccine to protect against cervical cancer. Hello? A) why aren't men vaccinated; B) um, sometimes cervical cancer just happens! It's not all about a nasty cooch. And furthermore, I went in to have my damn ears, nose, and throat looked at! WTF? Ah well, chalk it up to all the fuckwit docs I've had through the years.

Ok back to midterming and hot tea.

Kimday approaches

We have reached Kimweek, and it is time to reassess the 34 things to do before I am 35.

1. DONE: start my 7000 project
2. DONE: finish at least one scrapbook in my pile of thrown together pictures.
3. TO DO: wear one of my formal dresses somewhere prudent, as opposed to a random Monday that I term Megafabulous McDonald's Monday or something
4. To DO: sing on the street corner for money at least once
5. DONE: put a zombie apocalypse escape plan together
6. DONE: start planning an Alternative Kimday Action Plan (AKAP)
7. DONE: take my mp3 player out of its package and actually load it
8. DONE: Give up guilt over stupid things like forgotten thank you notes from 2 years ago and the like
9. DONE: Use my SWA gift certificate
10. UM...BETTER IS RELATIVE, SO DONE: become better at shunning the foods I'm allergic to
11. DONE: quit buying pints of ice cream bc I only eat about 3 bites out of the container with a fork and then neglect it until it morphs into a little crystallized Whoville. If I want ice cream, I'll just go to the scoop shop
12. DONE. I LOST IT: figure out what to do with the swarovski crystal kangaroo with the broken tail that a student gave me one year
13. DONE: pick up the wiper blades that I ordered from the dealer 3 weeks ago and just haven't picked up because I hate auto dealers
14. DONE: use my football servingware (hopefully this weekend)
15. DONE: at least think about writing again
16. DONE: read at least one book on my to read list that is not school related
17. DONE: actually use my backyard for something--a party, reading in a lawn chair, dancing naked, something!
18. DONE: go to a drive in theatre
19. TO DO: just throw away a pillow. just toss it. I have this thing that I can't get rid of pillows. I buy new ones and either store the old ones (just in case--of what I don't know) or transform them into cat beds or back rests or something. it's insane. I have a problem.
20. DONE!: avoid mowing my yard. I've done it thus far, so hopefully I can continue.
21. PROBABLY NOT GONNA GET DONE: get another stamp on my passport (I stole this one from s&s)
22. DONE: actually remember how old I am. Seriously, I have to do the math, and I keep second guessing myself when I get an answer
23. SIGNED UP!: while I don't have time to train for my 3rd marathon, I'd like to at least run a half this year
24. TO DO: watch the first season of House
25. TO DO: find some way to release my inner artist without having to spend a lot of money. Maybe I'll try out for community theatre. I'd try the lubbock ballet, but they are too snooty
26. DONE: treat myself to at least one pedicure
27. APPT FOR DECEMBER: get to the chiropractor at least once
28. TO DO: have a picnic in prairie dog town
29. DONE: celebrate groundhog's day
30. DONE: paint something. Anything.
31. DONE: have one entirely perfect witty moment--you know, like when you have the perfect comeback in utter dry nonchalance
32. TO DO: go roller skating
33. DONE: meet someone intriguing
34. DONE: do something I've always wanted to do but have never done (and at this moment, that something escapes me)

So you can see I have a few things left on my list this week. It will be tough to fit them in with midterms. We'll see. Maybe I can get the grad student extension.