What a weekend

Well, there are no official Kimday festivities, seeing as I'm in the armpit of Texas, but I'm sure I'll be doing something that day. There is a lubbock singles social event at a local restaurant. It has a giant sign on the roof with a man who looks something akin to this. That's kinda tempting.

As for this weekend, I was pretty busy. Halloween was spent passing out candy to children and little people pretending to be children: "Gimme some candy!" Then D, E and I watched Baby Mama and drank rum.

Next was the Tech game on Saturday. Let's see. Highlights: we drank shots for every touchdown; we wore red rider masks--mine was crooked most of the night; we lost our voices; oh, and for the impromptu half time entertainment, I danced the garage choreography from Beat It (cue up to 3:59) on the bar Coyote Ugly style, winning a free martini and much accolades from Tech and UT fans all around. After that was much screaming and jumping, and today, I am still sore and hoarse, but gah what a game!

Sunday was spent with vitamin water and chinese food and The Happening. The most important thing of the weekend was that I didn't do a DAMN bit of work/schoolwork.

Today, took the car back into the shop, worked all night, researched local candidates, which only served to piss me off. Really, there is no point in voting in the local election since there are no choices on the ballot. Only one person (and one party) is running in every category. It's unfuckingbelievable. But the wet county prop made it to the ballot, and I will be there punching out that chad (though I think Lbb has elec voting now).

And now I have to read articles again and try to figure out the intervention I am going to design for one of my classes. Guh.

Back to the grind

Ok, I had one day off to relax and play on you tube, and now it's back to reality. Just did my stats analysis, and while I know the calculations are correct, I'm not sure my analysis is elegant enough. We'll see, I guess. Tonight, I had to do my first interviews for data collection (research project). It went well, and I got to see a weiner dog that looked EXACTLY like a root beer barrel. So cute. Sappho ain't got nuttin' on this dog. Cosette either.

Mmmm. I'm gonna dream about Levene's tests and mus and alphas. You know you're in grad school when you start looking at frat shirts statistically.

$700 but who's counting?

Ah. This made my day.

Save me from the nothing I've become

Seriously, I don't think I put as much work into school for my masters and undergrad combined as I am in the month that I've been in this program. Fuck, it's a lot of work.

Case in point, a midterm I've been working on for 8 hours. EIGHT HOURS and counting. Ok, well, some of that was spent procrastinating with running and baking and watching football, but still, WTF? It's not difficult, per se, but it is time consuming to sift through 45 articles worth of statistics in order to back up your points. This research should not be hard for a former English major, but FUCK! Novels are so much easier. I should've gotten my PhD in lit. I'm wilting.

So let's see. Oh my great whatever. Well, most of the day was fairly typical. I got a lot of research done for a survey I have to help write (and hopefully co-publish, and then I went to a meeting, but here's the cool part: I was walking back to my car and randomly was handed a free ticket (worth $75) to the wine festival outside of town. It was a fancy smancy affair, so I had exactly 2.5 min to run home, change out of running clothes and into a sexy slip dress and kitten heels, smack on some eyeliner and lipgloss, and then head to a winery in the middle of nowhere. And I did.

It is a beautiful winery for sure, and the wine is actually quite good for a local Texas wine. The food was odd, though. Everything I put into my mouth tasted remarkably unlike what it should taste like. The pasta marinara, for example, tasted like curry, sesame chicken like cumin, and so on. Plus, I was surrounded by rich, drunk republicans, which wouldn't be so bad except that the debates were on, and chauvinistic men were hooting and hollering about Palin's ass while at the same time rooting for "the little girl to do a good job." This boorish cacophany was so loud that I barely heard the debate, but it seemed pretty benign.

I could've had a date with one of the nicer of the drunk repubs, but Glinda wisely texted me not to, though a date with him would be much better than doing an 8 hour midterm.

Ok, need to finish up my last question (a 5 pager worth 30 points), and then it's on to the analysis paper due on Tuesday. Glug. I need a beer--Ooo and something fried.

Ha ha, oh and Prax, did you see SNL last night? He said "Delaware." Lol.