As an English major, I have to pull hidden meaning out of literature. Some people may not even see the meanings and symbols that I do, but they're there. It may become a problem, though, when I begin doing the same thing in my own life. Why must I overanalyze, scrutinize and obsess over every little thing?

 I came home sober last night and didn't go out at all tonight. My roommates must think I've been body-snatched. 

Went to the first meetings of both "Short Cuts" (the undergrad literary magazine for short fiction) and the English Society, which puts out "Jabberwocky" (which takes all undergrad literature but seems to publish mostly poetry). They both seem like awesome groups. I can't wait for the meetings this week. I think I've really found my 'group' with the English Society. Predictably, there's  some cross-over between the two magazines as far as staff goes. Apparently in the past there was some rivalry, but it's nice to know that now that's not going to be an issue. Why fight when we're all in it for the literature anyway. 

Oh! Sherman Alexie is coming to campus this Thursday! We've been reading his work in my English class and I'm really enjoying it. I can't wait to hear him read in person!

I'm also kind of afraid that I have mono. I've been really tired lately and I did have a sore throat that was really red. Like, so red the doctor made a face when he saw it. But I haven't had a fever or anything, so I'm thinking it's not mono, right? Also, my throat's a lot better now. 

I don't want my spleen to explode! 

 Rules;
If you get more than 30, get some counseling.
If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.
If you get 11-20, you are normal.
If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.
People who don’t have any are full of BS.


I fear ...

[] black people
[] the dark
[] staying single forever
[x] being a parent
[] being myself in front of others
[] open spaces
[] closed spaces
[] heights
[] dogs
[] birds
[] fish
[] spiders
[] flowers or other plants

[] being touched
[] fire
[x] deep deep water
[] snakes
[] silk
[] the ocean
[x] failure
[] success
[] thunder/lightning
[] frogs/toads
[] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad
[] my boyfriends/girlfriends mom
[] rats
[] jumping from high places
[] snow

[] rain
[] wind
[] crossing hanging bridges
[] death
[] heaven
[] being robbed
[] falling
[] clowns
[x] dolls
[] large crowds of people
[] men
[] women
[] having great responsibilities
[] doctors
[] tornadoes

[] hurricanes
[x] incurable diseases
[x] sharks
[] Friday the 13th
[x] scary movies
[] poverty
[] Halloween
[] school
[] trains
[] odd numbers
[] even numbers
[] being alone
[x] becoming blind
[x] becoming deaf
[x] growing up

[] creepy noises in the night
[x] accomplishing my dreams/goals
[x] needles
[] blood

TOTAL : 12

Here's what I've learned: Sometimes you have to put yourself out there. It might pay off and it might not, but you'll never know if you don't, right? And a lot of times not knowing is the worst of all. 

What is the world coming to? I suppose it's better than taking the gas-guzzler down to the corner store, but I've seen Wall-E ...

Sometimes, Thursdays nights decide they want to go out. Who am I to say, 'no'?

Beautiful and also a little disturbing, 'The Cat Piano' 

Y'all. Y'all, listen up.

I feel like the last year I was living in an episode of the Twilight Zone. I don't know what I was thinking, not wanting the normal college experience. Deciding to transfer was the best decision I've ever made!


Ok, quick run down of my classes:

Logic: not taught by Spock, unfortunately. Other than that great disappointment, it seems like it's going to be a good class. It fulfills my last math requirement and isn't actually math, which is the best thing I've ever heard. And there are some upsides to Mr. Spock not being the professor, such as: I won't be trying to jump anybody's bones in the middle of lectures. Always good. And I won't get kicked out for coming to class naked. Also good.

Russian Culture: Taken spur of the moment because I was really regretting signing up for two science classes in one semester. So I dropped the "Our Changing Global Environment" class in favor of something I thought I would actually enjoy. Russia has always fascinated me. And it was an awesome choice. The class meets once a week, Tuesdays from 7-10 pm. We watch documentaries and the professor is old, adorable, gives great lectures and has an accent. I want him as my ringtone. Not to mention I have friends in that class, which always makes things enjoyable.

The Biology of Cancer and AIDS: Not something you'd normally hear about me taking, I know, but it fulfills a GenEd requirement and I've heard good things about it. Also, it seems pretty interesting and the professor seems funny and very, very nice. The class is more about learning the fundamentals and impact of the two diseases than the actual technical doo-dads (though we learn those too).

American Politics: Hot professor. What more can I say? Big lecture, but it seems like it's going to be both interesting and engaging. And did I mention the professor was hot?

Intensive Literary Studies: Smallest class of the list, only 20-ish people, because it's only for English majors. I'm looking forward to the discussions. I think that my English 200 class last semester really boosted where I am in terms of confidence in my analytical abilities. I haven't gotten much of am impression from the professor yet, but I think she's new so we'll give her some time.

Also considering taking a 1 credit P/F English course on Film adaptations of Victorian novels. I don't know what kind of work it would involve, though...

Dear My Left Eye,

It would be totally awesome and highly appreciated if you stopped twitching now. Sure, it was cute at first, but it's been three weeks and at this point it's just getting excessive. The rest of the body parts here at Zafu Inc. all work together, and I understand that sometimes you may feel overlooked, but we all get the point. You've gotten the attention you wanted so badly, so please return to work.

Thank you,
The Management.

Moving into mah first dorm on Friday, and if I were any more excited I would explode and make a mess. A mess like how my house looks right now. My clothing are out on the dining room table, sorted into categories, toiletries are in collected in a bin in my room, jewelry is sorted and in a pretty little box AND (finally) the trunk of my car is already packed. There are also miscellaneous boxes scattered throughout my life.

My roommates seem really sweet, and I can't wait to meet them :D

OH! and they finally put the fall semester yoga schedule up!

OH! OH! one more thing. I have a lil Captain Kirk to sit on my desk and, uh, promote productivity (read: distract me).

Today, I justified spending over $40 in Barnes and Nobel by telling myself that buying books was just furthering my ability to one day teach literature. Either I'm a genius or the best enabler ever.

Don't feel bad; I wet my pants too.

Even BIGGER spoilers than the last trailer, naturally.




Heroes is coming back September 21st at 8pm <3

Why is my life fucking insane? I was sitting around, minding my own business, when THUD!

A THUD! is not a good thing in my house. BUMP is ok because it's probably a cat, but THUD! is a most frightening sound to hear when there's an elderly person wondering around the house. Because, unlike weebles, oldies wobble and they most certainly DO fall down.

So I run downstairs, feet not even touching the ground, to find my grandmother on her back.

You know that commercial; the "help, I've fallen and I can't get up" commercial? I just lived that shit.

Lucky for me, she was conscious and, like, breathing and shit. But there was blood. So I called 911.

Here's a tip for you: If you, god forbid, ever have to call 911 while wearing mismatched pajamas and looking like a hot mess, do not, I repeat DO NOT say out-loud or to yourself "Gosh! I hope nobody hot shows up!" This is not a joke. This is serious. Because a hottie WILL show up. It's the law.

Anyway, because it's a head wound they decided to take her to the hospital. (Also? One of the EMTs asked me if I drive. Do I look like I'm too young to drive. Really?)

But, of course, it's her birthday and we were having a surprise joint party for her and my other grandmother. And the party must go on. Goddamnit. Now the party crown has fallen to me because my mom went over to the hospital. 

Had a dream last night that, for one reason or another, I had to go to UMASS Boston for another year. I was also living in my basement will all the boxes I moved out of the apartment last week. And it was freezing out. I was extremely upset, to say the least. It didn't make any sense! Why did I have to go another year.

Eventually I got so upset that I told myself 'This is silly and makes no sense. You're dreaming. This is a dream.' and woke up. I have to say, being able to do that is pretty convenient.

week's recount:

Actually got to work on Monday. Effectively spent all money earned at the mall yesterday.

My computer is having a speaker replaced this week. Poor thing. I had to leave it at the mac store yesterday.

Mama Petrelli is on Malcom in the Middle. Would be off topic, but Mama P is NEVER off topic. But just in case...


spoilders, obviously.

HO-K SO:

zafu= Hellsing_whore

I've been wanting to change my username for a looooooong time, but hadn't yet decided on a new one. Tonight I finally put a little thought into it, and here are the results.

It'll be weird not get funny looks when I tell people my username now. Nice, but weird.

Last week I had my transfer orientation at UMASS. It was actually a lot of fun. I met a girl named Megan and that night when everyone else was taking a ballroom dance lesson/playing basketball/watching 'Just Friends', we liberated ourselves from campus and to head into Amherst for coffee. A fine decision, if you ask me. Roa's coffee, in Amherst, may become my den this year. They stay open late even on weekdays and have delicious espresso concoctions.

The next day (we were there for less than 24 hours and it was pretty much all business), I reunited with a girl who was in my class in high school and had company on the housing tour.

Then last weekend, to continue the UMASS whirlwind of excitement, Lindsey and I threw Elizabeth a surprise party for her 20th birthday. I got to meet some of her lovely friends from the marching band and generally seethe in anticipation for the fall.

I think I understand a little of how Harry Potter felt in-between Hogwarts semesters.