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hide your head in the sand, little girl
Oct. 26th, 2005 01:39 pmWEEKEND
[insert griping about getting up at 8 a.m. but rewarding experience of tending a class of reporting students here] Skipping along on the record, I made a good show of studying before my French test at 3 p.m., which ended up being the easiest we've had all semester, glory be.
( A feasible look at abortion )
After all that, we caught Corpse Bride, about which I have exactly one thing to say: I saw this movie better and with more compelling songs and characters when it was Nightmare Before Christmas. Seriously, all my love to Tim Burton, but he ought to be feeling the gritty nasties of self-plagiarism right just now. I was downright bored and would rather have watched Nightmare for the hundredth time, alas.
Saturday was a whole lot of lounging around before heading to Best Buy, where it took no time at all to distract me thoroughly from the task at hand by the laid-out Dance Dance Revolution mat. Did you know one 1:30 song burns only 12 or so calories? Scandal! But still inarguably fun, even if my prowess is distinctly in the past.
SUNDAY
By no fair turn of time, the weekend was again over, and to a huge paper and still no canceled school. The Editorial Board concurred that a good minimum fifth of the school's population won't be thinking about anything academic tomorrow and that the university should recognize this for those who need or want to skip town to help their families through the, you know, Category 3 hurricane. But in thanks to the largest Sunday budget I've ever seen, timely budgeting and decent story flow, we got to keep our anxieties focused.
MONDAY
( Hurricane update )
Features Editor Neil and I debated people who like The Who because of Limp Bizkit's cover of Behind Blue Eyes. He's one of those who begrudges that Harry Potter got kids reading and people who get their music education from popular culture. I say if you discover Jimi Hendrix through P.Diddy, good for you. Your ability to extract quality from crap is no less merit-worthy than taking the hypotenuse of adopting your parents' tastes or spending all your allowance at used records stores.
Finally, beginning tonight, I leave you with this:
( AP Photo of the Day )
Because really, what else is there to do?
Also, a parting thanks to Duran Duran for rescuing me from the chorus of Personal Jesus as the last strains of Too Much Information play me off the stage.
TUESDAY
( So, I knew she was ineffectual and patronizing, but apparently my former feature writing teacher is also batshit insane. Also, incapable of spelling and, as most crazy people, overly fond of rampant capitalization. Good god. )
Other than that, it was the sort of weather today that truly makes you feel lucky to be alive just to breathe it in. Even justified wearing a scarf!
( Got through to my family in West Palm Beach... )
After attempting an existential cigarette at the downtown Starbucks, I went to campus to talk to McKeen about the abortion story. Freakishly enough, three steps from my car I ran into Mike, and together we went to the notorious third-floor Student Government offices because I was feeling cheeky and wanted a stress ball. Well, despite having paid my Activity & Service fees for ten semesters so far, Student Body Vice President Joyce Medina, as in the one SG Reporter David would sooner slit his wrists than call for comment, told me in no uncertain or civil terms that if I want one, then come to an SG event. She didn't recognize me but said to Mike, "Why are you always making trouble?" Seriously, aside from the world-class bitchery, she had no grounds to deny my request for swag I've already paid for, and we requested the public records that may state otherwise, but mostly, I'm going to write a column and demand she give me one personally if that is in fact the policy.
Joe Goldberg eventually came out of his office to see what the commotion was about and invited us back. It's... a lot smaller than I thought, which is so fitting I had to bite my lip to keep the giggles at bay. Met some more of our regular cast of characters, including Tom Philpot and Adelle Fontanet, the bisexual Pride exec who didn't know who Kevin Bacon was when she started dating our own student Sen. Kevin Bacon.
( Photo, mais oui. )
[insert griping about getting up at 8 a.m. but rewarding experience of tending a class of reporting students here] Skipping along on the record, I made a good show of studying before my French test at 3 p.m., which ended up being the easiest we've had all semester, glory be.
( A feasible look at abortion )
After all that, we caught Corpse Bride, about which I have exactly one thing to say: I saw this movie better and with more compelling songs and characters when it was Nightmare Before Christmas. Seriously, all my love to Tim Burton, but he ought to be feeling the gritty nasties of self-plagiarism right just now. I was downright bored and would rather have watched Nightmare for the hundredth time, alas.
Saturday was a whole lot of lounging around before heading to Best Buy, where it took no time at all to distract me thoroughly from the task at hand by the laid-out Dance Dance Revolution mat. Did you know one 1:30 song burns only 12 or so calories? Scandal! But still inarguably fun, even if my prowess is distinctly in the past.
SUNDAY
By no fair turn of time, the weekend was again over, and to a huge paper and still no canceled school. The Editorial Board concurred that a good minimum fifth of the school's population won't be thinking about anything academic tomorrow and that the university should recognize this for those who need or want to skip town to help their families through the, you know, Category 3 hurricane. But in thanks to the largest Sunday budget I've ever seen, timely budgeting and decent story flow, we got to keep our anxieties focused.
MONDAY
( Hurricane update )
Features Editor Neil and I debated people who like The Who because of Limp Bizkit's cover of Behind Blue Eyes. He's one of those who begrudges that Harry Potter got kids reading and people who get their music education from popular culture. I say if you discover Jimi Hendrix through P.Diddy, good for you. Your ability to extract quality from crap is no less merit-worthy than taking the hypotenuse of adopting your parents' tastes or spending all your allowance at used records stores.
Finally, beginning tonight, I leave you with this:
( AP Photo of the Day )
Because really, what else is there to do?
Also, a parting thanks to Duran Duran for rescuing me from the chorus of Personal Jesus as the last strains of Too Much Information play me off the stage.
TUESDAY
( So, I knew she was ineffectual and patronizing, but apparently my former feature writing teacher is also batshit insane. Also, incapable of spelling and, as most crazy people, overly fond of rampant capitalization. Good god. )
Other than that, it was the sort of weather today that truly makes you feel lucky to be alive just to breathe it in. Even justified wearing a scarf!
( Got through to my family in West Palm Beach... )
After attempting an existential cigarette at the downtown Starbucks, I went to campus to talk to McKeen about the abortion story. Freakishly enough, three steps from my car I ran into Mike, and together we went to the notorious third-floor Student Government offices because I was feeling cheeky and wanted a stress ball. Well, despite having paid my Activity & Service fees for ten semesters so far, Student Body Vice President Joyce Medina, as in the one SG Reporter David would sooner slit his wrists than call for comment, told me in no uncertain or civil terms that if I want one, then come to an SG event. She didn't recognize me but said to Mike, "Why are you always making trouble?" Seriously, aside from the world-class bitchery, she had no grounds to deny my request for swag I've already paid for, and we requested the public records that may state otherwise, but mostly, I'm going to write a column and demand she give me one personally if that is in fact the policy.
Joe Goldberg eventually came out of his office to see what the commotion was about and invited us back. It's... a lot smaller than I thought, which is so fitting I had to bite my lip to keep the giggles at bay. Met some more of our regular cast of characters, including Tom Philpot and Adelle Fontanet, the bisexual Pride exec who didn't know who Kevin Bacon was when she started dating our own student Sen. Kevin Bacon.
( Photo, mais oui. )
