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Saturday, January 08, 2005
I am covered in paint! What are you covered in?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:19 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:19 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, January 07, 2005
Captain Annoying was being a punk, so I put a tack on his chair.
It was not my intention for him to actually sit on the tack and risk injury, but rather to show him that when he is a punk, I will get him.
However, it was a blue tack and a blue chair, and, well, I dove in just in time and saved him, prompting Yoda to deliver to me the worst insult I have ever been given:
"Not only are you really mean, but you lack a killer instinct."
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:09 PM | shower me with attention
It was not my intention for him to actually sit on the tack and risk injury, but rather to show him that when he is a punk, I will get him.
However, it was a blue tack and a blue chair, and, well, I dove in just in time and saved him, prompting Yoda to deliver to me the worst insult I have ever been given:
"Not only are you really mean, but you lack a killer instinct."
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:09 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Someone wants me frustrated. Someone up there wants me to tear all my hair out.
I got a letter in the mail from my school today, from the graduation audit department. It had no note, just a form with a box checked off saying that I don't have enough SOCIAL SCIENCES CREDITS to graduate.
Excuse me? Ex-fucking-cuse me?
Not only am I a fucking anthropology major, I took much more than the six Social Science credits that the catalogue (which I have just gone over again to be sure) says I need to fulfill the requirement. Just off the top of my head, the World History, Intro to Feminism, Intro to Sociology and Sex and Gender classes alone are more than double what I'd need.
What. Is. This. Bullshit? It says I can "still attend Commencement" but "these issues must be resolved before you can receive your diploma".
I'll be calling them tomorrow and straightening this out, but dear god above, dear sweet lord in heave*, I am done with school. This has to be a mistake. I can't deal with reality if this turns out not to be a mistake.
* I meant "heaven", but it's an appropriate typo, so I am leaving it in.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 AM | shower me with attention
I got a letter in the mail from my school today, from the graduation audit department. It had no note, just a form with a box checked off saying that I don't have enough SOCIAL SCIENCES CREDITS to graduate.
Excuse me? Ex-fucking-cuse me?
Not only am I a fucking anthropology major, I took much more than the six Social Science credits that the catalogue (which I have just gone over again to be sure) says I need to fulfill the requirement. Just off the top of my head, the World History, Intro to Feminism, Intro to Sociology and Sex and Gender classes alone are more than double what I'd need.
What. Is. This. Bullshit? It says I can "still attend Commencement" but "these issues must be resolved before you can receive your diploma".
I'll be calling them tomorrow and straightening this out, but dear god above, dear sweet lord in heave*, I am done with school. This has to be a mistake. I can't deal with reality if this turns out not to be a mistake.
* I meant "heaven", but it's an appropriate typo, so I am leaving it in.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 AM | shower me with attention
I just don't know where anyone gets the idea that I have anything positive or interesting to contribute.
And people do have this idea. People that I really admire think I can do something worthwhile.
That's crazy talk.
Wow, I am so The Man that's keeping my own self down. Always being put down by The Man, I am.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 AM | shower me with attention
And people do have this idea. People that I really admire think I can do something worthwhile.
That's crazy talk.
Wow, I am so The Man that's keeping my own self down. Always being put down by The Man, I am.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:00 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
I am so done with trying to be friends with people who obviously hate me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:58 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:58 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
For your reading pleasure, a very special guest blogger will present to you today's events (my commentary to follow).
Take it away, Kirst!
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“But why THAT Indian place?”
The logic did not add up. By THAT Indian place, she meant the ONLY Indian place within walking distance and we’d already had the displeasure of eating there. The food took forever to be served, orders were forgotten, the place was nigh on empty, dishes were small in portion yet hideously overpriced and the shag ponir?
None too tasty.
“I just want a slice of pizza!” I whined.
“I can’t eat that! I’m in the mood for tandoori!” Tavie was adamant, her Atkins rage an imposing argument.
Tired and freezing my ass off, I relented.
The feeling was all too familiar. We were met in the recognizably deserted restaurant by a waiter who didn’t seem entirely sure of what to do with us. I nabbed a seat next to the radiator and we ordered. From there on it just went downhill…
…for Tavie anyway.
I’m a latecomer. I suck, I realize but when something takes forever to arrive I’d be a hypocrite to raise any hoodoo. I ordered the uncomplicated veggie biryani and called it a day.
Tavie was disappointed to be informed that the only meat available on the lunch special was chicken. After the waiter proclaimed chicken tikka would take roughly 13 months to cook, she settled on the chicken curry with a side of yogurt and NO rice. To save valuable time, we asked for the check with the food.
Thus we waited.
25 minutes left into our lunch HOUR, the food arrived.
“Here’s your rice!” The waiter proclaimed, setting down Tavie’s teeny metal pot of curry. The yogurt was nowhere in sight. Ditto for the check.
We dug in.
The veggie biryani was a little stingy with the cauliflower but all in all, quite plentiful, golden and yummy.
Tavie was holding something small and grainy between her fingers.
“It’s glass.” She informed me.
Hmm.
I offered her a piece of cauliflower on the end of my fork.
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Thank you, Kirsten. Lesson learned: always let you pick where we go to lunch.
If anyone's in the mood for a tasty, if tiny, bowl of Glass Stew, I highly recommend Amin's Indian Cuisine on 17th street and 8th avenue.
Bring antiseptic.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:35 PM | shower me with attention
Because it isn't Dave's birthday without the annual scary graphic. I am a great believer in tradition. And it still amuses me.
Happy Dave Day, everyone!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 AM | shower me with attention
Take it away, Kirst!
---
“But why THAT Indian place?”
The logic did not add up. By THAT Indian place, she meant the ONLY Indian place within walking distance and we’d already had the displeasure of eating there. The food took forever to be served, orders were forgotten, the place was nigh on empty, dishes were small in portion yet hideously overpriced and the shag ponir?
None too tasty.
“I just want a slice of pizza!” I whined.
“I can’t eat that! I’m in the mood for tandoori!” Tavie was adamant, her Atkins rage an imposing argument.
Tired and freezing my ass off, I relented.
The feeling was all too familiar. We were met in the recognizably deserted restaurant by a waiter who didn’t seem entirely sure of what to do with us. I nabbed a seat next to the radiator and we ordered. From there on it just went downhill…
…for Tavie anyway.
I’m a latecomer. I suck, I realize but when something takes forever to arrive I’d be a hypocrite to raise any hoodoo. I ordered the uncomplicated veggie biryani and called it a day.
Tavie was disappointed to be informed that the only meat available on the lunch special was chicken. After the waiter proclaimed chicken tikka would take roughly 13 months to cook, she settled on the chicken curry with a side of yogurt and NO rice. To save valuable time, we asked for the check with the food.
Thus we waited.
25 minutes left into our lunch HOUR, the food arrived.
“Here’s your rice!” The waiter proclaimed, setting down Tavie’s teeny metal pot of curry. The yogurt was nowhere in sight. Ditto for the check.
We dug in.
The veggie biryani was a little stingy with the cauliflower but all in all, quite plentiful, golden and yummy.
Tavie was holding something small and grainy between her fingers.
“It’s glass.” She informed me.
Hmm.
I offered her a piece of cauliflower on the end of my fork.
---
Thank you, Kirsten. Lesson learned: always let you pick where we go to lunch.
If anyone's in the mood for a tasty, if tiny, bowl of Glass Stew, I highly recommend Amin's Indian Cuisine on 17th street and 8th avenue.
Bring antiseptic.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:35 PM | shower me with attention
Because it isn't Dave's birthday without the annual scary graphic. I am a great believer in tradition. And it still amuses me.
Happy Dave Day, everyone!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, January 03, 2005
Things I am afraid of that people don't understand:
Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids
Tree sloths (any kind of sloths, really...)
Most Max Fleischer cartoons
A Day in the Life by the Beatles
Hotel California by the Eagles
I Think I Love You by David Cassidy
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:54 PM | shower me with attention
Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids
Tree sloths (any kind of sloths, really...)
Most Max Fleischer cartoons
A Day in the Life by the Beatles
Hotel California by the Eagles
I Think I Love You by David Cassidy
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:54 PM | shower me with attention
Please note that I have refrained from mentioning that on New Year's Eve I was pickpocketed at the supermarket and lost a huge (for me) sum of cash, which was supposed to go into the bank today. (Don't ask me why it was in an envelope in my pocket on a supermarket run. Just don't.)
And that it was the second time in two months that all of my savings were suddenly vanished. Putting off yet again the commencement of my independent life.
Because despite that, I was surrounded by friends and support and food and love and safety. Don't think I don't know how lucky I am.
It was a nice evening, after I stopped sobbing in my bed.Captain Annoying Matt from work (happy?) came over, and erin with her boyfriend, the world-famous Billy Hot Chocolate, and my sister with her tons and tons of pernil (yes, again.) I drank too much vodka and was healed by the wind and water. It was only horrible when I stopped to think, so I tried not to.
Pick self up. Dust self off. Lightning doesn't strike thrice. (Don't tempt God.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:32 PM | shower me with attention
And that it was the second time in two months that all of my savings were suddenly vanished. Putting off yet again the commencement of my independent life.
Because despite that, I was surrounded by friends and support and food and love and safety. Don't think I don't know how lucky I am.
It was a nice evening, after I stopped sobbing in my bed.
Pick self up. Dust self off. Lightning doesn't strike thrice. (Don't tempt God.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:32 PM | shower me with attention
Next year's Christmas card? If I can muster the energy...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:38 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:38 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Anyone want a soft, brown, suede-like women's top with long sleeves and some small flowers embroidered, peasant-style, around the v-neck collar and sleeves? (Size L.)
It was a Christmas gift. I like it but it's way too small for me.
If I have to, I'll sell it on eBay, but I'd rather not bother. I just don't seem to know anyone who's a Women's Large.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:48 PM | shower me with attention
It was a Christmas gift. I like it but it's way too small for me.
If I have to, I'll sell it on eBay, but I'd rather not bother. I just don't seem to know anyone who's a Women's Large.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:48 PM | shower me with attention
