overwhelmed | over it
i went to find a picture that would adequately describe the feeling here at papers-r-us, and found it from a blog i frequent, who happened to post exactly what i want to say. so i’m just going to repeat it. [it’s not profound]:
i have been so swamped. i won’t even bore you with the details.
next week looks so wonderful from here.
see you then?
wesley?
2009 is already looking to be a great year.
if i’m lucky.
christmas mixtape: installment one.
one of my favorite wistful christmas music songs. perhaps christmas music shouldn’t be sad. i don’t know. but it is still soooo good.
mini-monday morning ughpdate, in pictures.
confession.
desperation. i forgot that my advanced grammar paper/research documents had to be turned in in a folder. i realized this as i was in the computer lab, heading to class late, far away from the bookstore.
so, macgyver-like, i took an empty folder from the bottom of the massive lost and found pile in the computer lab to turn my paper in.
i’m putting it back when i get it back graded.
revelations.
– subaru, the car brand, is the japanese word for the constellation Pleiades.
– the opening of Beck’s song JackAss (a favorite) is the same as Van Morrison’s It’s All Over Now Baby Blue (also a favorite).
– coconut record’s new album, davy, comes out in january 2009. cause celebre.
thank you university of internet, department of itunes.
happy with the dancey.
on thursday i was having a lovely dinner, christmas cartoon and kid scream-fest at friend patricia’s house with other friend sarah. the kids were in sugar-laden form, having a wonderful time. patricia’s son charlie, trying to wrangle the screaming little margo, asked if he could (and i quote) “get margo happy with the candy upstairs.” chuckle, from me.
well, in lieu of hard candy, i got myself happy with this fantastically sugary dancey goodness from the british band the Ting Tings. this would absolutely make a mixtape. in fact, if anyone wanted a mixtape, i’d eagerly make it for them, this included. my ipod has more playlists than anything, in direct opposition to the charming boy, who is a “play an album through to the end” approach to music listening. thankfully, he likes my car-road-trip dj skills, creating my own top 40 instantaneously for the listening audience of one.
i digress. actually, no. i bounce. and you will too, because you should definitely listen to this song now.
The Ting Tings – That’s Not My Name
they call me staaaaaaaaaccyyyyyyyyy…
how i feel about it sometimes: the right now edition
faking it.
modern art 101
if you ever find yourself required to make a comment about modern art, just construct a statement around the words “tension” and “internalize”.
some ideas:
- by scattering paper on the floor as an environmental criticism, the artist contradicts himself and creates a tension that the viewer must internalize.
- i like the way this makes me internalize my tension.
- i hope the artist internally chokes on his own tension.
- this is a load of tense, internalized, bullshit.”
— so helpful for going to museums, or, say, being a college student. i believe a few of my response essays from this morning’s literature test included some version of the above.
sara, darling. 