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[I guess I should get ready for bed.]
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Tomorrow is the first day of Winter quarter. I have three classes to teach, one at eight am (why I agreed to this is beyond me), one at eleven, and one at noon. I also have one class to attend, Latin at two. Afterwards, I'm heading to the gym for yoga.
I pray that the department secretary noticed that I left my black binder with my diskette (holding my syllabi and assignments) in the office. And, please God, make sure my copies are in my mailbox.
The secretary can be so inept at times. Today, she emailed me a message from one of my former students who called her looking for me. She sent me the wrong phone number. And these are the people who get full tuition and benefits. I guess my two graduate degrees are piss in the wind.
Again, who needs intelligence when you have a) Hot Topic and b) mediocre jobs, with mediocre prerequisites, and stellar rewards.
Muthafuckinwee! |
[note:]
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who needs brains when the world has hot topic? (t.f., 2003) |
[It may be small, but it fits 'em all]
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Sean's makin' dinner.
I am so excited.
I rarely get excited about eating. |
[odi et amo]
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I have a feeling that the Latin class I am taking next quarter is going to require writing projects. I am taking this course to refresh my translation skills, but after a look over the text -- which contains very little Latin and pages of criticism -- the trembles and sweats of research paper-dom are steadily approaching.
That's what I get for a) getting as much as I can out of UC (the free tuition doesn't make up for the lousy pay, but what the hell) and b) remaining as academic as possible while my brain cells (possibly in peril!) are being abused on so many indescribable levels. |
[Shit happns when you party naked.]
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After a full day of running around town, purchasing various clothing items (I picked up my dress from Lazarus, and Sean bought a sweet-ass suit), stress levels were just beginning to lower, after clothing was donned, hair was gooped and ironed, and make-up was applied, when -- fuck -- some local hood-rats decide to bash my car's driver side rear window in -- only after, of course, trying to pry open the driver side door. Police were called, dinner reservations were pushed back, and car was investigated for possibly stolen items (nothing was taken).
Because it took forever to get a cab after the police report was filed -- around nine or so -- dinner reservations were pushed back again (to ten-thirty).
Towne taxi, once we were able to get through, did promptly send a car, which took Sean and I to Nick and Tony's, where were seated next to the token "New Year's Eve Obnoxious Table." Sean remarked that the mind-numbingly-loud blonde girl behind him needed to be "sent back to the OC." Funny.
I had a much needed cosmo, one strong as the ones I make myself (which, of course, confirmed that I *don't* use too much vodka!)
After eating, we meandered to the bar in the restaurant (where Sean could smoke -- sorry baby!) and had more drinks, served to us by a fellow who was a spitting image of Vinny Jones -- ya know, "Bullet Tooth Tony" from Snatch and "Sphinx" in Gone in 60 Seconds. He remarked that a coworker had told him the same thing earlier in the day. That particular coworker high-fived my observation.
Mr. "Jones" -- as I will call him because I never caught the boy's real name -- was able to fetch another taxi for Sean and I with a quickness. For that, I tipped him nine bucks.
From Nick and Tony's, we headed to Hyde Park, to a party at Beluga. Stu, who was working the event, let us in for free (there was a twenty-dollar cover), and thank God, because the drinks were not cheap. Regardless, I had an excellent time. People were actually dressed up (a rarity in this dumpy city) and I managed keep myself out of trouble even while having a good time. However, there was one "nip slip" incident, thanks to my dress being a bit too big around the waist -- when I initially tried on the dress on Monday, I was a bit bloated, and everything seemed to cling on a bit better (though, I must admit, I looked better Wednesday than I did on Monday). Sean remedied the situation pronto. I drank a third cosmo and two very good gin and tonics (good gin makes a huge difference, boys and girls). I also had two very fancy bottles of water. The glass bottle of "Vossa" looked like a dildo. I wanted to take it home, but it was swooped up by someone picking up empty glasses and trash. Poo.
I spent way too much money yesterday. But it was worth it.
I didn't even get in a fight, and I got to watch drama that had nothing to do with me or anything I did. |
[2004.]
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Don't mind me. I'm in recovery mode. |
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