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By the way, the lesson that should be taken away from the silliness below is: I will never cut my hair. I will never cut my hair. I will never cut my hair. It will always be this long.

Thank you and Happy HappyPeopleEatingChocolateWithTheirLovers Day.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:04 PM | shower me with attention

I'm trying to decide on how to wear my hair next when it grows back.

erin is helping me decide. What do you think of these?

I've always had a Julie Andrews thing, you know.

I'm always on top of the trends.

"I'll SPIN yew out of here!"

I'd have to learn how to play the KEYTAR.

I wonder if I could be patient enough to grow back enough hair for the rattail. We call this one the Til Tavie.

Nice, huh?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:21 AM | shower me with attention

Look what I found!

Ewwwww!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:28 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, February 13, 2004

Happy Friday the 13th!

I've never seen a Friday the 13th movie, except Jason Goes to Hell, which was really, really bad-- even in the context of these slasher films it was bad-- but last week I did see Freddy Vs. Jason, which was a pretty good parody of all of those films. The best scene in it involved a clueless, puffed-up, bureaucratic nincompoop of a police officer, delivering his stupid rant with a perfectly-framed picture of George Dubya Bush in the background of the shot. Hee heeeeeeee!

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, or as us normal* people like to call it, Saturday.

*bitter/lonely/jaded/busy

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:11 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, February 12, 2004

I almost forgot that I'm going to see Soundtracks Live: Pretty in Pink tonight. How silly would that have been if I had just fallen asleep instead?

Luckily, my knight in shining armour, the beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Paul Rudd appeared on tv in a commercial, and it reminded me of how I heard about the time Paul Rudd and a puppy were in a Soundtracks Live, and it made me remember. Thank you, my splendid saviour.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:41 PM | shower me with attention

I made such an excellent low-carb cole slaw today, I should get a prize. I choose as my prize... cole slaw with my lunch!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:30 PM | shower me with attention

Well, I finally did it! My hair is all on its way to Guatemala as we speak. Are ya happy now??

...I can't sleep.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:37 AM | shower me with attention

Thanks to holidays and weekends, I don't have school for another six days. That's pretty great. I should be managing my time better. I did some stuff, but there's lots more to do. I want to say right now that I don't like Derrida. He's hell to read. Hell, hell, hell. And Professor Satire deconstructed The Secret Agent today to the point where we were all rolling our eyes at him. But I'll read the Derrida. I always do the readings. I always do the response papers. Look at me jinxing myself. I'll stop talking about it now.

I don't have any more to say. I have to take my dad to a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I don't think he's too doddering to get there by himself, but my mom wants me to take him. I'm not very good at waking up in time for appointments just lately but I said I'd do it.

This whole thing with my dad being an old person, I'm not into it. I wish it would please not be so. Although it's not too very much different from how he's ever been. No one's ever been able to take care of themselves except Mom. Bunch of doddering fools, the rest of us, really.

Now Kirsten is telling me yet again that I'm a terrible sister. If I don't get to sleep soon I can also shoot for terrible daughter when I sleep through my dad's appointment tomorrow. Anyone wanna go for terrible friend? Hey, I just remembered, I never called my aunt back about her shopping for a laptop. Terrible niece-- she shoots-- she scores--

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:10 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

Oh, people rob liquor stores all the time! I SLEPT WITH ARNIE!!!

We all have our nightly rituals. Mine, lately, has been: do my homework, take a bath (possibly at the same time); do more homework and/or surf the internet until 2 a.m. Then, as a treat for having done my homework, I watch the two episodes of Roseanne on Nick@Nite.

In a perfect world, this would be followed by my immediately falling asleep and waking up before the afternoon. In reality, it's often followed by my surfing the internet all night and forcing myself to try to sleep around dawn. Kee-rap.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:56 AM | shower me with attention

My battery has been dead for about a month. (Not my personal battery. I don't run on battery, but rather on a complex interaction of biochemical systems, fueled by a delicate balance between fat, protein, and carbohydrates.)

Luckily the power cord, Power Cord #4, still works. So I've been using that, but it is annoying. A new battery for a 14" dual-USB Snow White 2002 ibook costs about $139 anywhere you look. (If I had a 12" dual-USB Snow White 2002 ibook, it would be $99. Or less. Isn't that unfair?)

If anyone knows where I can find one cheaper than $139, by all means enlighten me!

By the way, wasn't Dave cute on Will and Grace last night? He plays gay so... much like he plays straight. Which is very nice indeed. And he plays crazy even better than that.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:50 AM | shower me with attention

I think my greatest talent is my ability to dawdle.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:06 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

I think sometimes people can be psychic.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:46 AM | shower me with attention

In lieu of studying, I had an Animated Conversation with my mother about how Third Conjugation Latin Verbs are completely insane. Together with their similarly fucked-up friends, Fourth Conjugation Latin Verbs, they are a bunch of rowdy rakehells out to make life miserable. If I lived in ancient Rome, I said, I would boycott all such verbs-- I would not make, not say, not write, not live.

But my mother characterized them as free spirits, individuals, outsiders, rebels. The lovers, the dreamers, the music-makers. (I don't know where she gets that; those look like First Conjugation activities to me. Amare, somnare, cantare.) They're the Jim Hensons of verbs.

Hrmphh.

Roman women had no identities of their own. They were named after their fathers. Furthermore, they were given their fathers' family names; that would be the equivalent of my parents naming me Phillippa. Imagine if it worked like that today. Kirsten would be Phillippa Minor, I would be Phillippa Major. I would have friends like Franca, Croulia Minor, Jungia Major, Hulihana, Ananda, Tossata Minor, Apella. Man, that'd be stupid.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:20 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, February 09, 2004

So, I tried to plug in my (old, obsolete) Superdisk drive last night for the first time in months, to see if I could find some old scanned drawings to inspire me for my homework.

What I found was that the USB interface cable had been ripped out of the drive, the USB end plugged, for some reason, into my Airport Base Station (which is disconnected, since I use a neighbour's network at all times), the broken end left dangling. Apparently they didn't notice that the other end of the cable had snapped completely in two, leaving part of it stuck in the drive, with pins falling out all around it.

So I can't access any of my old Superdisks because some asshole decided to touch something they didn't understand. Thanks, asshole. (Only one of two people could have done this, by the way.)

People need to stop touching my shit. Who's gonna buy me a new cable?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:09 PM | shower me with attention

So, as usual my anxiety was the product of needless overimagining. I only managed to come up with two drawings, try though I might, and they were both along the lines of the type of thing I usually doodle in the margins anyway-- a drawing of Inca Stinka, simplified to his essences of black-and-whiteness, and a self-portrait in left-facing profile that emphasizes the largeness of my double chins. He gave both a cursory glance, a perfunctory, "Perfect, perfect" and moved on. (As to my anxiety about the level of drawing ability that I would display in comparison to the rest of the class, again, needless worrying as I surveyed a majority of pleasantly childish flowers in vases and graffiti-style cartoon figures. My sisters and brothers in Lack of Imagination.)

So that's good. The hard part will be cutting Inca's and my likenesses into the wood with a minimum of gore and self-mutilation.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:11 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, February 08, 2004

Aw fudge. I thought it was tomorrow, even though the records indicate that I used to know what day it was.

So I almost missed MATT DAY.

I ought to be locked up in a smelly toilet for a very long time.

But all is not lost! Like Scrooge on Christmas morn, I've been given a reprieve. I still have time to celebrate, by doing my Latin homework and my Satire homework. As a tribute to my little love, who also is taking Latin and Satire. (Who is pullus and who is ova? Gender would indicate that I am cracked. Count the entendres!)

Happy Matt Day, citizens! Go forth and be brilliant without trying! Make people loathe and adore you! Drink and be merry, but take only cheese fries for nourishment! (I would try to abstain from meat in tribute, but Dr Atkins would have a cow. Or, rather, he would have me have a cow.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:14 PM | shower me with attention

1. Welcome, Kristen!

2. Just sign it and shut up already. I don't wanna hear any lip.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:10 PM | shower me with attention