S H O R T & S W E E T

Paul Muldoon, last fall.

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 03:41:17 GMT

It's Paul Muldoon and the very blond back of my head.

(found at http://artsci.wustl.edu/~archword/paulmuldooninterview.php)

I asked a question at that interview, something about "the thing working through the poet as the poem is written." It was more eloquent than that. I know because I wrote it down on looseleaf and practiced. I was terrified.

Anyway, I'm sorry that I've been gone so long.

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 21:37:29 GMT

This is the story of how I ended up on a New York street corner in my pajamas at 5 am.

I was having a strange dream last night about two pairs of hands: in front of these hands were two red buttons, labeled "A" and "B." As the hands pressed these buttons, a strange robot voice kept repeating "A or B or A. A or B or A. A or B or A."

The dream was disturbing, and then suddenly the robot voice became very loud, so loud that it woke me up. That was when I realized it wasn't in my head; it was coming from somewhere in the building. It was the fire alarm. It probably took me a good minute after waking up to come to that realization; the sound was so bizarre, and because it had started in the other tower of my dorm, I was confused. At first I thought it was street noise, since there are sirens and car noises all night. I guess that's the problem with living in New York...you grow too used to the noise.

Anyway, it was really dark, and I was delirious, and on the top bunk, and not appropriately dressed for the outside (it wasn't that bad, I was just kind of bra-less), and didn't know what to do. I was just trying not to hurt myself, so I slid off the top bunk (still completely out of it) and put a giant shirt over the shirt I was already wearing, and grabbed my keys off of the table. I didn't get my ID for the building, because I didn't want to waste time fishing through my bag, and I figured my keys were enough to prove I was a resident.

Fire safety, right? Yeah. Well, we'll come back to that later.

I went to the door of the suite and looked out of the peephole. No fire. So I came out into the hallway and watched some girls try to go to the elevator before someone shouted at them that they needed to take the stairs. Anyway, there we were, all the University of Dreams kids, shuffling down the stairwell in our pajamas at 4:30 am, pretty much delirious and pissed off because we had work in the morning and JESUS THE FIRE ALARM WAS SO OBNOXIOUS. Obnoxious isn't even the right word...it was the most horrible noise I'd ever heard.

So this is NYU, not Wash U, so it's not like freshman year when the Danforth alarm would go off and we'd all walk out into the grassy area of WGE and chill on the hammocks. When a fire alarm goes off in an NYU dorm, you get to stand on the street corner.

I wish I'd brought my camera. Keep in mind that technically two twelve-story buildings were evacuated. That's a lot of people. They were in nightgowns and slippers, they had acne cream on their faces, scrunchies in their hair, and they were standing on 3rd Avenue. And they were pissed (I include myself in that group.)

After about 20 minutes it was obvious that there was no serious problem. So I prepared to go back inside with everyone else.

Oh yeah, and that's when they told us to get out our IDs.

Right.

So I ended up standing off to the side with all of the other students who had decided not to waste precious potentially life-saving moments just to grab their NYU ID. And security treated us like idiots, too, which was completely unnecessary. We waited out there while every other student got to go in (it took a while, because security kept stopping them), and then they let us line up. I ended up squished and sideways because the people around me were trying to squeeze through the door. When I protested, the security guard came forward and stopped everyone and yelled at me, telling me, "Don't push, let's act like civilized people here."

Boo! Whatever, enjoy your job.

Brian, your dad's a fire chief -- he'd back me on my no-ID position, right? Oh well, at least I eventually got into the building, sometime around 5:30 am. Thank heavens for the free coffee at Sirius.

Oh, and for the record, the Keith Urban/Alicia Keys version of "Gimme Shelter" from Live Earth was not amazing. Sorry, but for me it's Mick Jagger and Merry Clayton or nothing. Neither Alicia Keys nor Joss Stone (who performed it at the South Africa concert) can make that song bleed like Merry could.

Best part: 3:02, Merry gets so into it that her voice cracks on "murder" and Mick shouts "Whoo!"

Enjoy.

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 18:51:24 GMT

I'm the blonde one. I wish the sound quality was better, but you get the idea.

So random.

Anyway, I'm back from my two-day California adventure, and nearly broke, so I'm trying to find nice free things to enjoy in the city. I went to the NY Public Library yesterday, which is perfectly air-conditioned. I actually got some writing done. I plan to go back very, very soon.

I'm currently reading Lady Chatterley's Lover, which is crazy and fantastic. And Doris Lessing's introduction is one of the best things I've ever read. Recommended. Highly.

I've also moved all of my Yahoo! photos over to Flickr. So enjoy those as well.

summer books (1)

Wed, 30 May 2007 15:35:18 GMT

I finished The Last of Her Kind in 4 days, and despite the odd final pages, the novel hit me so hard that I ached at the thought of picking up another book too soon (even though I couldn't sleep last night thanks to a giant s'mores latte from Kayak's.) Was I bothered when the narration began to jump around towards the end? A little, until I pushed through those sections (how I missed Georgette George's guiding voice) and was ultimately rewarded.

Next up: The Awakening by Kate Chopin. Finally.

When I'm not exhausted or stressed out, when I don't feel guilty for not writing, I read. I read fast. I read in bed, I read at breakfast, lunch, and dinner (I got soy sauce on pages 202-203 yesterday,) I read in the car, I read everywhere. I've missed it. I'm trying really hard to get reacquainted with reading for pleasure. I should have been reading for pleasure all along, I suppose, but it's funny how the knowledge that you'll eventually have to write a 12-page paper about a book can really make it hard for that book to have any lasting emotional impression (aside from whatever intellectual impression it'll have.) For me, at least. Not that that hasn't happened (otherwise I would have received no pleasure from my major, and I certainly received a lot), but fewer books pulled through for me than would have otherwise. It's a shame. I really envy those people in academics who love what they read despite what they're going to have to do to it eventually. And that is probably why I'm not going to be a Ph.D.

I'm also lazy.

presents are always welcome

Thu, 10 May 2007 14:28:35 GMT

MINE.
(from Brian, for graduation. Love love love love love!)

I also went to a Cards game this week and Blue Hill with my English buddies, picked up my graduation robe, and watched the grades pour in. Exciting week! I can't wait for the float trip.

urm?

Tue, 08 May 2007 03:20:19 GMT

I'm supposed to be writing my Gender/Culture/Madness paper but I can't get Kate Bush's "Wuthering Heights" out of my head. So odd...so catchy. Be prepared for a big "WTF?"

Anyway. Maybe it helps if you've read the book.

weekly purchases

Fri, 04 May 2007 21:07:49 GMT

Things I have purchased with my prize money so far:

1) BIKE! It's my-sized, too! Tiniest adult bike in the whole store.

2) Groceries! Finally! I'm going to eat like a normal person.

3) A sushi dinner.

I plan to spend a little bit more on:

- my hair

- a new dress for the Senior Gala

- Brian's birthday

...and save the rest for New York.

Things are winding down. I finished my poetry portfolio today. This weekend I have a non-fiction revision to do, two shorter non-fiction assignments, and a take-home exam (6-8 pages) for Gender, Culture and Madness. Then I'm done. Done, I said! No more college.

baaa (take two)

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:30:10 GMT

Well, it was a weird day at Wash U.

CPC (Campus Program Council) promised a surprise at 11 am this morning on the lawn in front of the Women's Building, and boy, did they deliver. This was the scene around 11:15. I almost missed Chaucer.

The llama and the camel with Graham Chapel as their backdrop:

Headless camel:

Ah, there's his head:

New friends.

This one sneezed a lot. You'll hear it in the video at the bottom.

This little one stole the show. The "awww"s went up by 3000% percent when he showed up.

They were running together -- it was one of the happiest, sweetest moments I'd ever seen. The little goat ran right up to me.

Weird.

The crowd:

Say what you will about it, but it was kind of a magical moment. Here we were, all these 20-somethings with things to do, books to read, classes to get to, jobs to interview for...and we all gathered together and "aww"ed for a few minutes over some fuzzy animals. It was like elementary school all over again -- taking a trip to Green Meadows Farm with the whole class and riding a wagon full of hay. Anyway, it was special.

baaa

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 18:43:23 GMT

I have pictures of the petting zoo on campus. I'll be posting them later today.

Imagine the prospective students on tour today: "Look, Mom! Wash U has a carnival in its parking lot and baby goats next to its library!"

After Dark on YouTube!

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 05:32:33 GMT

A random pre-frosh posted this video of "I Want You Back" from Discovery Weekend, which happened way back in October. This was our first public gig with the new members, and it was amazing. Probably our best performance this year. It made me love the newbies!

Too bad the guy has to sing over the whole clip. But you get the idea. And, as you can see, I'm wearing my favorite black and white shoes.

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 01:17:58 GMT

Anis Shivani — "Why Is American Fiction in Its Current Dismal State?"

Wow. Read this in the current issue of Pleiades. Mixed emotions right now. All I can say is it definitely had an impact.

click clack click

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 22:37:00 GMT

Sign that I'm relaxed again: I had one of my epic dreams this afternoon. It wasn't a very pleasant one -- I won't frustrate myself by trying to explain it -- but it was so vivid and colorful and complex. Good, good. Some decent poetry should follow this event.

I had such a nice day. I met with Kerri Webster, who talked to me about MFA programs and where I should try to publish over the next year. I'm preparing a cover letter for Pleiades, but I don't think I'll send anything out until I hear back about departmental awards. I submitted last Friday. It's not as strong a bunch as the ones I sent in last year. One poem is, in my opinion, the strongest I've ever written, but the rest are weak. I felt like half of them weren't good enough, but since there's no harm in submitting, I thought it might be a waste not to submit to all 6 contests.

I went to Borders, bought a few novels I've been wanting to read, and rested on the couch with one cat curled up at my side and the other on my back. You know the way the Hi-Pointe theater smells when you walk in -- like fresh popcorn and leather seats -- and that feeling it gives you, like you're in for something really good? (Can you tell that it's my favorite spot in St. Louis?) I flipped through the pages of the book I started and got that feeling. It was raining outside too boot. So wonderful. I read about 70 pages and fell into a really deep sleep.

I bought a strange bunch of books: Little Children (I really respond to Tom Perrotta's unapologetic use of pop culture references -- not my reason for purchasing this, of course), The Color Purple (I know, random, but I've never gotten around to reading it), and The Road by Cormac McCarthy, and, yes, like a snob I removed the Oprah's Book Club sticker as soon as I got home. If any of you read my short story "Punchinello" you'll understand why I was interested in a book about two people walking around in a post-apocalypic world, especially when there's a scene involving an abandoned supermarket. Abandoned food freaks me out. I also bought The Best American Comics 2006, and I'd like to thank Andy Hobin for getting me into graphic novels.

Brian and I were supposed to go buy an old typewriter this afternoon, but he got off work a little late and now there isn't enough to time to eat, drive out there, and get back in time for Goin' Pro (the Amateurs concert, which you all should go to.) So, although I have no idea what I'll be doing for a living in the next year, I do know that I'll be banging out plenty of B.S. (and maybe some gold) on a (hopefully avocado green) typewriter.

Oh, also, recording with James Cannon went amazingly well this week, and our new album should be magnificent. I can't wait to get tracks back.

I DID IT!

Wed, 21 Mar 2007 15:59:15 GMT

I got honors!

Tonight I will drink much wine with the boyfriend, go to rehearsal tipsy (Brian's driving) then more drinks later w/ other honors folk.

I deserve it. I've been working so so so so so so hard.

Right now I have a poetry presentation to prepare for. Off I go!

I want to be Jem.

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 14:23:03 GMT

Maybe I'll have Daved dye my hair hot pink today. Yes? Yes? No.

Back in Orlando!

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 15:13:05 GMT

How do I know that I'm definitely related to these people? The main items in the fridge are Diet Coke, Yoo-hoo!, and spinach artichoke dip. I am definitely home.

I love coming home because it's usually just wonderful weirdness from start to finish. For instance, I was picked up by a limo from the airport. My dad said it was just as much as a cab and he was right, so I didn't feel too guilty as I whizzed by the taxis. So I got into my white stretch limo and turned on the fiber-obtic lights and the glittery ceiling and listened to WJRR all the way home, though I definitely had to turn the station off when "In Bloom" came on because Kurt Cobain made me feel guilty.

I got home, saw my dogs, and had a nice conversation with Susan and my dad. They both skimmed through my honors portfolio, and while Susan looked on, concerned, my dad decided to read out loud the part where I compare the rattan in Whitman's "Death in the Schoolroom" to a phallus. He was both amused and, I think, worried that I would scare my professors. I had to tell him about the part in David Reynolds's book where he makes a similar claim (which disappointed me so much when I read it, because I had hoped -- naively -- that I would have been the first to notice it.) Anyway -- we talked about my plans, and when I told my dad about all the kids in the English department getting into Harvard PhD programs he asked if I had ever thought about being Dr. Jazzy. Rafael did ask me yesterday if I'd ever thought about a joint MFA/PhD program. Cornell has one. As much as I'm intrigued, I know that the main reason I was looking forward to MFA was the chance to really focus on my writing. Not than MFA students don't have to take lit courses (they do), but...for now, I want to have one goal at a time.

My honors exam is at 8:30 am on Wednesday after Spring Break. So early! But I guess I won't have all day to worry about it. Plus, it'll be nice and quiet and cool on campus that early, which will do wonders for my peace of mind. I'm going to be okay, I think, I've just got a stack of books to re-read before then. And then I have plans to go out for celebratory drinks with Rafael, Jonathan, and some other people (whom I need to invite) -- and I hope hope hope it's celebratory. If anyone out there has ever done an oral defense, please get in contact with me.

So my plans for the weekend are:

1) Locate my brother. Maybe I'll see him once or twice.
2) See 300, and get my dad to watch Borat on DVD. And lots of Movies on Demand...I'll finally watch X-Men 3 and The Last Kiss. I will resist the urge to watch Devil Wears Prada because it will just remind me that, while I do have a sense of style, I have NO ENERGY to even try to put that knowledge into my own wardrobe. I hate how I dress, and I know I look stupid. Don't remind me, Anne Hathaway. You know, it's all there in my closet, I just don't have the energy to put it together. And I can never find my shoes.
I will also watch the Travel Channel on my dad's HD TV and be jealous of people who actually get to travel.
3) I'm going to enjoy the weather! It is gorgeous! Blue skies, warm...very pretty.

And just to continue the shallowness of this post: I am getting my hair done on Tuesday. I am just going to make it blonder, but I'm kind of tempted to do something different with it. I'm resisting the urge to go for a funky red, since I get the feeling that this might be my last chance to do it before I have to, you know, become an adult.

In yow lith al to do me lyve or deye

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 06:16:19 GMT

Did you know....?

That it's impossible to spell-check a Chaucer paper?

Spell check doesn't recognize "rokkes" or "wyf" or "trouthe" or "gentilesse" as words. And since I am incapable of spell-checking my work (it's called a short attention span, and it caused me to turn in a paper last week which had the phrase "right in from of me" in it), it looks like I'm just going to have to send this baby in and pray for the best.

Also, I wanted to go out with AD tonight. It was Lindsay's special "I'm not Musical Director anymore" celebration, and I sat here instead with the "rokkes blake" and Arveragus and Dorigen, who are really really weepy.

I WANT MY SOCIAL LIFE BACK. And I would also like to have time to shower and do laundry. And maybe shop for groceries.

an update, and it's about academics - lucky you!

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 00:57:46 GMT

I finally put my coursework stuff in one Word file tonight, just to see how it would look. My God...I'm so close to being done. I don't know why I've been so down on myself; I'm really really close. I've done an enormous amount of work -- I've expanded 15 pages into 40, I've done an incredible amount of reading and research, and I'm going to turn this in on Wednesday morning, clean and bound and ready to be read by the English faculty. I'm very happy with myself. There are things I could have done better, but I'm turning in a quality product that I'm proud of.

Life is good. Oscar time.

tar-zhayyyy

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 04:02:43 GMT

I love Target! Let me explain...I placed an order with them before New Years, and it was supposed to arrive on or before January 5th via USPS. Unfortunately, the package didn't show up before I left for Orlando. While in Orlando, I checked the delivery status, and of course, it was listed as having been delivered on January 6th.

Well, I got back to St. Louis on the 8th, and there was no package to be found. I thought maybe one of my neighbors had taken it into their apartment so it wouldn't take up space in the hallway, but none of them had seen it. I called Emily (who's getting tan in Cancun), and she hadn't seen it either. Brian (who'd been feeding my cats while Emily and I were out of town) also hadn't seen it. Hrmmm.

USPS could offer little help. They basically told me they'd send me the paperwork to file a claim.

So I called Target. I fully expected them to tell me "tough luck, order the items again." Instead, a lovely woman named Misty said, "I'm so sorry they lost your package! Well, let's see if your items are still in stock." Then she told me that Target would send me a replacement package, 2-day shipping, absolutely free.

Best customer service ever. Above and beyond my expectations. And friendly, too!

In other news, I'm very very very very very very very behind on my Whitman and Rebecca West papers. I have to finish my Whitman paper tomorrow, then I've got 4 days to finish Rebecca West (in between AD rehearsals.) Then I've got to whip up my 3-page introduction (which won't be hard, since I know exactly what I'm going to say.) I'll do it! I'll do it, I swear! I always pull through. I just wish I was one of those people who gets their work done weeks in advance, then uses the extra time to revise and perfect.

But I've got a new favorite place to study. Cairdeas Coffee just opened across from Brian's apartment. The coffee is great, the seats are comfy, there are outlets everywhere, free wireless, and because it's so new (and school's out) it isn't too loud. Unfortunately, it's only open til 8 pm. Whaaa?

We played Karaoke Revolution: American Idol today on the air...it's amazing! I sang Al Green's "Let's Stay Together," and had the highest score out of everyone on the show. Still, I didn't make it to Hollywood. The judges (Simon Cowell, Randy Jackson, and "Laura" Adbul - Paula wouldn't sell the rights to her image) said I wasn't quite ready, but "Laura" praised me for my courage. The program works by detecting pitch, so you can't improvise too much. Also, I just kind of sucked. Hey, singing on the air is kinda scary, even when you don't add the extra pressure of the virtual AI panel.

I've also seen Children of Men twice in less than a week. Highly recommended. If anyone feels like discussing it, IM me.

camera!

Sun, 07 Jan 2007 22:02:22 GMT

I found my Pentax ZX-7! It was my first real camera, a big, amazing, non-digital SLR beauty. I left it at home 2nd semester freshman year of college because I was primarily using my new digital Sony (which I have fallen way out of love with. Anyone want to buy it?) When my brother took over my room, he haphazardly packed all of my things away in boxes, not paying attention to value or fragility. I had no idea where anything was. Everything's in boxes in a small closet without a lightbulb - it's just impossible to find anything.

A few weeks ago I came across some of my old photography and realized that the reason I don't take portraits anymore is because my digital is terrible for them. I thought I'd lost the talent for it, but looking through the lens of this Pentax, I know it was just that I was using the wrong camera.

Anyway, I found my camera today, along with some lithium batteries. You can't imagine the joy I felt when I switched on that "on" button for the first time in three years and heard the little "bi-beep!" It was like seeing an old friend again. The problem is, it won't take photographs. It makes this pathetic little "whirr" sound when I press the shutter release button. I don't have the money to get it repaired right now, which kills me. I really want to take pictures.

CDs I found: 2Gether and 2Gether Again (who am I?), Cake's Fashion Nugget, and the soundtrack to Annie. I must have bought it when we did the show in high school.

Orlando is good. I'm still behind on my papers (due next Tuesday!) but I got a lot of work done today. I'm sitting out on our patio, staring at the pool and the lake, enjoying the weather. It may be 42 degrees in St. Louis, but here in O-Town it's 83. I couldn't be more relaxed. It would be so easy to get my work done if I lived like this year-round.

I go back to St. Louis tomorrow night. AD stuff starts up on Thursday. I'm excited.

Walt Whitman owns me.

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 20:23:11 GMT

Walt Whitman owns me right now. My two honors papers are due on January 16th. They're drafts, sure, but they've got to be good ones. All I've done is procrastinate. I finished Whitman's temperance novel Franklin Evans two days ago, after 5 days of reading. I could have read it in a day (it's terrible, but it goes by pretty quickly) but instead I chose to read in my apartment, with its endless distractions. Being in my apartment during the holidays is difficult, since holiday television is absolutely incredible. There was a marathon of The Biggest Loser on Bravo yesterday. I don't think people are aware of the magnificence of this show. This year's winner, Erik, lost 214 pounds. Incredible! These people are huge when they start, and when they finish, they're not just smaller, they're trim and athletic. Anyway, I cried 5 times during the marathon. It's all that talk about being around for their children...it gets to me.

I spent New Years with Brian. We started at Jim's party before heading off to Savor for a magic show. Jim's friend Brian had brought something called "pink dip" (equal parts cream cheese and salsa) and I didn't want to leave. It was delicious. But the show at Savor's Flim Flam theater was really incredible. We enjoyed champagne while magicians Dennis Schoen and Chris Korn entertained us. Chris Korn did this one trick where he took someone's $50 bill from the audience (with a signature on it, to verify it was the same bill) and made it appear inside a lemon. I don't know how he did it. We all did the countdown and champagne toast at midnight before Brian and I headed back to his place to watch the rest of Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve (really lame) while we ate quiche...Prelude to a Quiche, from Trader Joe's. Delicious.

I head home to Orlando tomorrow, and I'll be there 'til Monday. I'm missing the first three shows of 2007 with Steve and DC, but with my diminished role, I don't think anyone will miss me anyway. More on that later, perhaps. I've got a lot of stuff coming up this semester, and I'm excited. I want to make my last semester at Wash U a good one.

the ridiculousness of my weekend

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 04:13:17 GMT

1) I got a box of crap in the mail.

On Friday a small box arrived at my apartment, addressed to me. Its return address was a company named "Wacky Enterprises" located in Irvine, CA. I thought it was a late birthday present.

When I opened the package, inside was a smaller white box with a smiley face on it. When I opened the box, I became suspicious. Something funky was smeared all over the inside (it looked like wet sand), and whatever was actually in the box was wrapped in white tissue paper.

It was poop. Someone sent me poop in a box.

The box had a website on it: shizagram.com. Once I got to the website I realized the stuff wasn't real, because a company can't legally send people crap though the mail.

The "gift" was anonymous. No one has owned up to it.

In summary, someone spent $30 to send me anonymous crap. Thank you, kind soul.

2) Brian and I celebrated my birthday at eleven eleven mississippi, and our waitress offered us "roasted peasant" as a special. Even more incredibly, she went on to describe how "tender and full" the "peasant breast" was.

3) Disney finally did it...they've finally murdered my childhood. Behold: Fox and The Hound 2, the sequel to their beloved 1981 animated classic. No, no, Disney...don't you get it? This can teach children nothing new. The first one ended their friendship. That was it. A fox and a hound can't be friends -- sometimes people grow up and grow apart and go their separate ways. That was the lesson! Did it it upset me when I was a child? Sure, but it still remains one of the best endings to a children's film. It was a hard one to swallow, but that was the beauty of it. I understand this is a prequel, but it's just...useless.

Just so we're clear on the insanity of this, I'm going to quote the trailer:

Tod (the fox) to Copper (the hound dog): "Ever since you've joined that band, you've changed."

...

And to add insult to injury, Patrick Swayze is in it. Someone send Disney some crap in a box.

oh, spires! i love you again!

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 21:52:39 GMT

From: Spires <spiresmagazine@gmail.com>
To: Jazzy

Congratulations!

Our Staff has selected your piece, "Grief", as our Fall 2006 Fiction Prize Winner. In addition to being published in our magazine, you'll receive our $200 Cash Prize!

We hope to have copies of the Fall Issue back from the printer sometime early next week, at which time we will distribute them around campus. To receive your prize, we'll need your social security number, and the address where you would like the check to be mailed.

Thank you again for submitting your work - we loved it, and we hope to see more of your work next semester!

Also, your poem Dream: Vienna, Illinois will be published this semester. (we liked it too!)

Jennifer Hadley
Editor-in-Chief
Spires Literary Magazine

AHHHHHH HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY...I've never won anything for fiction. This was a great way for Wash U to welcome me back from Thanksgiving, especially since I've got the week from hell coming up. Three papers due + a final, and it'll be my birthday week. No parties for me!

ears

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 19:51:44 GMT

Should I be concerned? Today when I was lying in bed for a nap, I picked up radio stations in my ear.

It was really faint, but in one ear I heard music, and in the other, I heard a station's call letters/jingle. I could physically feel pressure, and it kept building up. As the pressure built up and the noise got louder, I tried to open my eyes and move, but it was really difficult. Once I compelled myself to move, it stopped.

Maybe I was just hallucinating while in that halfway-asleep stage, but it felt pretty real. Is that even physically possible?

I'm not going crazy.

Other headlines:

Pumpkin pie with Cool Whip is delicious.

I didn't get to vote the other day because I live in the city now, which I was unaware of. The stem cell bill thankfully passed anyway, even without my help. You can read all about it in last Wednesday's Student Life.

Brian and I finished the second season of Lost last night, so we're catching up to the rest of the country fairly quickly.

I think someone's moving in to the apartment next door, which might just be the the most gorgeous apartment on Southwood. I don't know if I want neighbors.

Speaking of neighbors, someone in the building next door has a very large dog who barks all day long. I don't mind it, because I love dogs and it reminds me of home. Whitaker, however, is pissed. She sits in my window all day long with her ears perked up, staring out the window.

I really wanted to hate Beyonce's new album, but "Irreplaceable" is on heavy rotation in my iTunes. And to think I hated it for so long because of that stupid "to the left, to the left" opening.

The second song off After Dark's new album is almost done being mixed, and as a group we are completely enamored of Tat Tong. Just awesome.

And in confusing news...I got accepted to the University of Dreams New York program. I don't know if I'm going to enroll, considering there are a lot of things I'd be giving up if I went to New York for two months. We'll see -- I've got til the 26th to decide.

finally, a happy entry!

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 16:58:52 GMT

Things that made this the best Sunday I've had in a while:

1) Setting my clock back. Wait, wait, you mean, it's 9 am? Not 10 am? You mean I ate breakfast and mailed something off before 9 am? Are you joking? And it's not 30 degrees and raining outside?

2) The weather. Oh. My. It's perfect. It is gorgeous outside.

3) My room is clean. Brian installed my bathroom cabinet so there's no clutter on my sink, and he hung up my clothes, fresh from the dryer. And I actually threw things away. I can see my floor!

4) The vending machine in the library was accepting campus cards.

Things that make this a sad Sunday:

1) Tomorrow is Monday.

2) I'm missing the Cardinals victory parade for rehearsal.

3) I don't know, I just felt like having a #3. I like complaining.

Wed, 25 Oct 2006 03:58:34 GMT

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