So Long And Thanks For All The Replies!

Well, I've never been good at keeping up with journal-type things, and this one is no exception! It was fun while it lasted, but I think we all know I'm not going to update anymore. And, you know, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

So, see you around!

I Am Such A Loser

Sign #2,619 that you've been in college too fucking long:

You actually cite Foucault and discuss the implications of cross-cultural comparisons for the social construction argument about incest taboos in a thread about a shitty Harry Potter incest fic on Godawful.net. And you don't even like Harry Potter.

Silence Is Golden (Except In Class).

It's strange how things change over the course of a few short weeks. At the beginning of the quarter (OSU is on a quarter system, which sucks super bad), I had a very definite concept of how my three classes rated. I liked my India class best, my feminist theory class...um...middle, and my pedagogy class least. Then, after the first two weeks or so, my pedagogy class stopped having presentations by on-campus services (such as the writing center) and we started getting into these deep conversations. Meanwhile, the conversations came to a screeching halt in my India class.

Thing I Hate #3:

People Who Don't Participate

Why don't they talk? I don't know. But it's damn annoying. There are 8 people in that class, 3 of whom NEVER speak. Like, ever. One girl talks every now and then, but she's one of two undergrads in the class (the other one doesn't talk), and she's not quite on par with the rest of us, with regards to theory. Except for me, all of the grad students are at least 2nd year, so they're pretty advanced. So that leaves four of us and the teacher to carry the conversations. And I don't want to talk because I fucking hate everything about school and women's studies right now. *sigh* It hurts.

Location Location Location

Thing #2:

I Hate Living So Far East

I hate being so far away from my friends and my immediate family. Sure, I have aunts, uncles, and cousins, as well as my biological father and his family (including my half-sister, who I really am glad to be near again). However, most of these people I haven't seen for 10 years. They're nice people, but they're strangers. And don't even get me started on my biological father. I think of my step-dad as my real father.

I just feel really stranded out here. In Laramie, I knew there was always someone I could call for help. There were people I felt comfortable talking to and sharing personal stuff with (which I really don't do, as a general rule). I trust them, which is no small thing. I don't have that here. I don't have that in this time zone. Here, I just have Evie, and as sweet and loving as she is, she's still a cat. I feel very alone. It is the suck.

I was thrilled that Linus could come visit me this weekend. I feel a little less sucky now, even though I'm sad that he had to leave so soon.

Car Update:

I got my car back!! So, last night at 2 am, Linus and I were finally going to go to sleep, and the phone rang. It was the police saying they'd found my car in Bexley (a suburb of Columbus) with two people in it. So, we drag our asses out there and get my car. The CD player was gone and the car itself is covered in cigarette ashes and trash, but other than that it's just fine. What a relief! They caught the guys who did it red handed, so they're totally screwed. Ha ha. And do you know how they stole the damn thing? My step-dad had put a spare key in a key "safe" (yes, those are sarcastic quotation marks) in one of the wheel wells, and then neglected to tell either me or my mother about it. Yes, they stole my car with its own key. I understand that he's lived in podunk towns his whole life, but seriously. WTF?! Seriously, that's so naive it's embarassing.

10 Things I Hate About You...Wait, I Can Only Pick 10?

Okay, so this blog is getting a revamp. When I left for Laramie for the second half of the summer, I stopped writing because I was living with the majority of my readership and because my life was extremely uneventful in the best way possible. Flock Hall ruled. Then, when I left for grad school, I was way too fucking depressed to write. Columbus, Ohio is America's armpit and the Ohio State University is trying to kill my ass. This is why I've decided to turn this blog into:

Things I Hate About Columbus

The goal is to add a new thing every day, but I don't know if I'll be able to do that. Not because there aren't enough things (trust me, I won't be able to write about them all in the two years I'll be here), but because the university really is trying to kill me, so I may not have enough time to post every day. Even a sentence or two.

So, here is Thing #1, which inspired me to finally go ahead and do this blog revamp:

I Hate Car Thieves

Yes, my car was stolen last night. I take out the trash this morning and look in puzzlement at the empty space where my car is always parked for a moment, trying to work out in my sleep-addled brain what is wrong. Then I panic. I throw the garbage in the dumpster and run all over the parking lots for my apartment complex, desperately looking for my beloved white Subaru Legacy. But alas, some miscreants have absconded with it. Yes, I have a fucking bus pass. Yes, the #2 bus stops right in front of my apartment and runs up and down High Street, which has everything I need on it. That is not the goddamn point. The goddamn point is that I needed my fucking car to get groceries home. I needed it to move furniture. I needed it to get to my family's houses, where the busses don't run. I needed it to LEAVE THIS GODS FORSAKEN CITY. And on top of that, this car wasn't even mine, technically. It's still in my mom's name. She loved that car, but she gave it to me to use while I'm here so I would have something reliable to get around in. I'm living below the poverty line, here, people. How the hell am I supposed to get another car? I can't!

Oh, and on top of that, the bus drivers are going on strike any day now. How the hell I'm supposed to get to campus when that happens, I have no idea.


So, there you have it, folks! The inaugural post of my newly revamped blog!

Rainbow Update! Oh, And People Are Fucking Insane....

So, my little Princess Rainbow Terrorist is at the vet's office right now getting spayed and declawed. I feel like a parent whose kid has gone away to camp for the first time. I'm all angsty and worried. I had to stop myself from calling the vet, like, 20 times today to check up on her. So to distract myself, we will have some photo fun and a new contest!

So, here is a photo of Rainbow taken right after I got home in mid-May:




These next two, I took last night. She is a little over 3 months old, like 13 or 14 weeks. She's bigger than my last cat Pookie was full grown:





This is my mom's new kitten, taken this afternoon. She is a month old. Maybe 5 weeks.






WOW! What a difference! Rainbow is a freak of nature! I love her sooooo much!

Okay, okay, I'll stop with the Cat Mommy Gushing and get on to the contest portion of tonight's post:

My mom is having the hardest time naming her new kitten! It's really driving my mom nuts. This kitty is just way too adorable to go nameless or end up with "Baby" or "Little Kitty" for a name. This is the kind of kitten that they put on Hallmark cards, people. So, submit your name suggestions and if my mom accepts your suggestion, then you will win an Endangered Species gourmet chocolate bar in your choice of either smooth milk chocolate or dark chocolate mint!


And now for something completely different....

More fun links!

How To Blow a Fortune (on Amazon.com) and Make the FBI's Most Wanted List! You should definitely read the customer reviews for the JL421 Badonkadonk Land Cruiser/Tank. (Yes, you read that right. The Badonkadonk Tank!)


Fast For George W. Bush. There's a group of people advocating fasting to help Bush with his holiness. With the obesity rates in the US, I think His Holiness is out of luck....

God wants you to be naked!

Figure skaters for Christ!

How to make a Golem. Who doesn't want to play God?

Parental abuse starts on the birth certificate! You would not believe the crazy shit people name their little snot goblins. And if you like that, check out the Utah Baby Name site! The tagline says "An online help for parents looking for that distinctive name that says 'I'm a Utah Mormon!'" Hee!


Hey, Linus! I lied! I am writing about you in this post! Love you!

More Random Randomness!

1) Lovely time wasting links, mostly curtesy of Snarkfest:

Last 40 images posted on LiveJournal. It's just like it sounds, you click the link, you see the last 40 pics that were posted to LiveJournal! MAY NOT BE WORK SAFE. My favorite from tonight:




Kingdom of Loathing! Battle some Menacing Booze Giants and stealthy Snow Ninjas to collect Meatloaf Helmets and Filthy Corduroys! Dudes, I'm a frickin vegetarian (trying to transition to an almost-completely-vegan) and even I want a Meat Tree! From now on, I'm listing my occupation as "Disco Bandit" on any form that I possibly can.

Child Beauty Pageant Zombies Will Eat Your Soul! Click "samples" and then "color samples." Eeeee!

PostSecret Since they didn't put up my postcard, it's safe to post this! Go gawk at other people's pain!


2) I Knew I Should Have Read 'Good Omens' First....

Okay, so after last year's school craziness, I haven't been able to read for fun at all. That's totally upsetting to me, cuz I love love love me some books. I mean, last Winter Break (which was a month long, not the lame 3 weeks we got this year), I read 24 books. Sure, some of those were sci-fi/fantasy paperbacks that took me an afternoon, but still. This Winter Break and summer? No. None at all. I have the attention span of a gnat. I bought a bunch of books right after I got back to Idaho, and I just finished the first one (an extremely excellent collection of short stories by Neil Gaiman) yesterday. Today, I started a new book called Regina's Song by David and Leigh Eddings (please don't break up with me, Linus). Sure, it's got some problems, but I was rather enjoying the story, when I come to page 282. Everything is fine and dandy, the plot is starting to come to a head, and then...the book starts over from page 123, and continues until page 154, at which point it picks back up at page 317. Fuckin' A! I was planning to stay up until I either finished it, or fell asleep! But no. None of that for me. Instead, I had to e-mail the publisher and ask for the goddamn missing pages. *sigh*

3) The Countdown Begins

Yes, a week from today (it's a whole 48 minutes into Sunday, don't you know), I will be arriving back in Laramie! I'm totally excited, of course. I'm also having anxiety attacks and getting really sad. Part of it is that I always do that right before a move. If I'm going to school, that means I'm leaving my family, if I'm going back to Idaho it means I'm leaving my friends. It's always sad and it always requires a big mental shift and the development of new routines, which is always stressful to me. And a little bit of it has to do with the bouts of pessimistic anxiety experienced by a certain kilt-wearing Pontiff who shall remain nameless (but not linkless). Don't blame yourself, sweetie, I understand. But I'm not the impenetrable ice fortress I pretend to be....

But even still, I'm totally looking forward to seeing everyone (or at least, everyone who's still around) again. A good time will be had by all!



Thank you, drive thru!