what will I think about myself and my blog posts 10...15...or even 50 years from now?
also
why is it that mostly women blog?
11/30/10
11/29/10
black friday
black friday: the day following Thanksgiving Day, traditionally the beginning of the U.S. shopping season On this day, many retailers open very early, often at 4 a.m., or earlier, and offer promotional sales to kick off the shopping season.
every year, 4:30am. Knock, knock, knock. Switch. The light is too glaring to open my eyes. I all I can see are yellow blobs. My mother says with enthusiasm that only coffee can provide, "Wake up! It's time to go shoooooooping!!" I think she even claps her hands with joy. It'd be better if she just said, "let's get ready to rummmble" (which I oddly thought was "rumbo" for the longest time) or something to that effect, at least that way I'd think, in my half-awake not-yet-cognisant morning haze, that I was preparing for an epic sports game or to go to war or something more worthwhile than shopping. I roll over and groan. Eventually, I get up and put some pants on and maybe a little makeup. Despite the effort, I still look like the living dead at this hour in the morning. You'd think by now my mother would have realized that I am the wrong person to take Black Friday Shopping. Despite my grumpiness, she brings me anyway. Think I'm bitchy during normal daylight hours? Try making it 4am and adding six million annoying holiday shoppers. Oh man, my cynicism becomes particularly caustic, especially if I'm not fed. Usually I end up getting a thing or two (I got a cute dress with skulls all over it) and tolerate knowing that I'll have to do this next year as well...so long as I'm compensated in I-hop pancakes.
After Friday, I got pesto pizza with Kayliegh, and we collectively decided that higher education is a joke. I also had a sort of mini-date with my step-dad. We watched The Hurlocker, my choice. That's a damn good film. A sobering look at war from the perspective of three bomb-techs in Iraq. For parts of it, I clean forgot I was watching a movie. I especially liked the grocery store scene, it rings true to all the experiences I've had with war vets. Next, I want to watch the wind that shakes the barely.
p.s. fuck, I didn't do any homework this weekend. well, I did, but it didn't make a dent in the amount of work I have to do :(
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| Natalie Dee |
every year, 4:30am. Knock, knock, knock. Switch. The light is too glaring to open my eyes. I all I can see are yellow blobs. My mother says with enthusiasm that only coffee can provide, "Wake up! It's time to go shoooooooping!!" I think she even claps her hands with joy. It'd be better if she just said, "let's get ready to rummmble" (which I oddly thought was "rumbo" for the longest time) or something to that effect, at least that way I'd think, in my half-awake not-yet-cognisant morning haze, that I was preparing for an epic sports game or to go to war or something more worthwhile than shopping. I roll over and groan. Eventually, I get up and put some pants on and maybe a little makeup. Despite the effort, I still look like the living dead at this hour in the morning. You'd think by now my mother would have realized that I am the wrong person to take Black Friday Shopping. Despite my grumpiness, she brings me anyway. Think I'm bitchy during normal daylight hours? Try making it 4am and adding six million annoying holiday shoppers. Oh man, my cynicism becomes particularly caustic, especially if I'm not fed. Usually I end up getting a thing or two (I got a cute dress with skulls all over it) and tolerate knowing that I'll have to do this next year as well...so long as I'm compensated in I-hop pancakes.
After Friday, I got pesto pizza with Kayliegh, and we collectively decided that higher education is a joke. I also had a sort of mini-date with my step-dad. We watched The Hurlocker, my choice. That's a damn good film. A sobering look at war from the perspective of three bomb-techs in Iraq. For parts of it, I clean forgot I was watching a movie. I especially liked the grocery store scene, it rings true to all the experiences I've had with war vets. Next, I want to watch the wind that shakes the barely.
p.s. fuck, I didn't do any homework this weekend. well, I did, but it didn't make a dent in the amount of work I have to do :(
mashed potatoes
mashed potatoes: the most perfect food in the world. also, "the mashed potato" was a popular dance in the 1960's.
ha! Don't look too closely in the background of this picture. There is a woman making an obscene gesture.
any stretch of twenty four hours where I can eat mashed potatoes more than three times and have it be socially acceptable is alright by me!
for turkey day, I was going to make the potatoes, but the Lyle came over and delivered us a batch of his. No joke, his are the best potatoes in the universe. I've tried, but simply cannot match their superior taste. It's like heaven drenched in butter and garlic. Instead, I made the dessert; ginger pumpkin flan. For my first time making flan, it turned out perfectly. I was quite proud. I think my step-dad ended up eating most of the flan; it's his favorite dessert.
pictures to come
ha! Don't look too closely in the background of this picture. There is a woman making an obscene gesture.
any stretch of twenty four hours where I can eat mashed potatoes more than three times and have it be socially acceptable is alright by me!
for turkey day, I was going to make the potatoes, but the Lyle came over and delivered us a batch of his. No joke, his are the best potatoes in the universe. I've tried, but simply cannot match their superior taste. It's like heaven drenched in butter and garlic. Instead, I made the dessert; ginger pumpkin flan. For my first time making flan, it turned out perfectly. I was quite proud. I think my step-dad ended up eating most of the flan; it's his favorite dessert.
pictures to come
11/28/10
bad religion
bad religion: the kings of punk rock. sometimes when there's nothing going on in my brain (a rare occurrence) this lyric passes through my brain, "Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today. Mass paranoia is a mode not a malady."
I recently drove down to Eugene through a sticky molasses mess of traffic. Once the goo of traffic dripped off, Nick and I went to see Bad Religion play. I hate to admit it, but this is the only show I've been to in about three months. Pathetic, I know.
Nevertheless, it was a quality time with a quality person. Nick and I ate at Pita Pit before the show and decided that it's a bit disturbing to see what you're eating (tomatoes, lettuce, bacon) personified in paint on the walls right next to your table. Yum, delicious tomato smiling at me from above. Creepy, really. The show was, in the words of my dearest friend Nick, "kick-ass." The Bouncing Souls opened, and man does the lead singer have the most unusual stage presence. I couldn't tell if he was just high or really confused and maybe thought he was singing to a 1960' lounge of suave people. It's as if the words and sounds coming from his mouth didn't quite match up with his motions. I wanted them to sing this:
but they didn't. That's okay the superb talent of Bad Religion and the brief moshing moments of bliss (note to self: don't wear glasses to the next time, I was Nick's coat rack for half the show as he flailed his arms and legs about...and as I got latched onto by the most intoxicated woman there, I think she thought I was an attractive male and all Nick could do was laugh, making the situation ten times worse) made up for it. Speaking of Nick, this man has the most amazingly accurate old-Jewish-woman-who-smokes impression. I've always admired people who can do impressions and change their voice. Imitation really is an impressive skill.
After the show Nick made me watch Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, which I'm sure is a delightful movie, but when you are super tired, a little cold from trying to sleep on a leather couch, and have had two years of rhetorical criticism, it's hard to watch a movie without picking it apart. My college education has ruined watching movies for me, everything I watch has some sort of "reading" and can be analyzed in some sort of way. Damn college education.
update 12/15/10: This reminds me, Nick let me borrow Greg Graffin's book Anarchy Evolution: Faith, Science, and Bad Religion in a World Without God, his signed copy and what is the first thing I do? I drop it in the mud :( don't trust me with your valuables. No, I'm a careful custodian of anybody's valuables, I just had hands like butter that day. Anyway, thank you Nick for the book (and the half dozen more that I have borrowed from you over the past few years). POWER!
I recently drove down to Eugene through a sticky molasses mess of traffic. Once the goo of traffic dripped off, Nick and I went to see Bad Religion play. I hate to admit it, but this is the only show I've been to in about three months. Pathetic, I know.
Nevertheless, it was a quality time with a quality person. Nick and I ate at Pita Pit before the show and decided that it's a bit disturbing to see what you're eating (tomatoes, lettuce, bacon) personified in paint on the walls right next to your table. Yum, delicious tomato smiling at me from above. Creepy, really. The show was, in the words of my dearest friend Nick, "kick-ass." The Bouncing Souls opened, and man does the lead singer have the most unusual stage presence. I couldn't tell if he was just high or really confused and maybe thought he was singing to a 1960' lounge of suave people. It's as if the words and sounds coming from his mouth didn't quite match up with his motions. I wanted them to sing this:
but they didn't. That's okay the superb talent of Bad Religion and the brief moshing moments of bliss (note to self: don't wear glasses to the next time, I was Nick's coat rack for half the show as he flailed his arms and legs about...and as I got latched onto by the most intoxicated woman there, I think she thought I was an attractive male and all Nick could do was laugh, making the situation ten times worse) made up for it. Speaking of Nick, this man has the most amazingly accurate old-Jewish-woman-who-smokes impression. I've always admired people who can do impressions and change their voice. Imitation really is an impressive skill.
After the show Nick made me watch Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, which I'm sure is a delightful movie, but when you are super tired, a little cold from trying to sleep on a leather couch, and have had two years of rhetorical criticism, it's hard to watch a movie without picking it apart. My college education has ruined watching movies for me, everything I watch has some sort of "reading" and can be analyzed in some sort of way. Damn college education.
update 12/15/10: This reminds me, Nick let me borrow Greg Graffin's book Anarchy Evolution: Faith, Science, and Bad Religion in a World Without God, his signed copy and what is the first thing I do? I drop it in the mud :( don't trust me with your valuables. No, I'm a careful custodian of anybody's valuables, I just had hands like butter that day. Anyway, thank you Nick for the book (and the half dozen more that I have borrowed from you over the past few years). POWER!
11/23/10
mithridate
mithridate: a confection believed to contain an antidote to every poison
today I learned somethings about depression.
I learned that writing is therapeutic. Well technically, I knew this before, but I found a scholarly book about it while at work.
Also if you're feeling sad, eat a piece of toast...or an orange. The complex carbohydrates and the citrus smell of these foods boost serotonin.
today I learned somethings about depression.
I learned that writing is therapeutic. Well technically, I knew this before, but I found a scholarly book about it while at work.
Also if you're feeling sad, eat a piece of toast...or an orange. The complex carbohydrates and the citrus smell of these foods boost serotonin.
11/20/10
let's just say...
and
also...more on Bad Religion concert to come!
let's just say...
"take your panties off" means something completely different in roller derby. best practice yet.
11/14/10
video games
video games: secret coded language used by asinine fools and crazy girls
Video gaming video game. I video gamed video games and you are still video gaming? Why are you still a video gaming video game? Video games!
Video gaming video game. I video gamed video games and you are still video gaming? Why are you still a video gaming video game? Video games!
11/13/10
lucid
lucid: easy to understand, suffused with light, vivid
I've been having trouble sleeping lately, surprise surprise! Sort of half-sleeping, where I never reach deep REM. Makes for lucid and realistic dreams.
take for example...
I thought I saw you at Burger King, but it was just a dream. You know the one, it's right next to Wallmart and your school. You were standing there, in the longest line, arrogantly aloof, attractive in your own stupid way. I watched for a few minutes. Nothing significant happened. Your phone buzzed and you looked at it discreetly. You slipped your hands into your pockets and leaned back onto your heels. Then you smirked and drug your feet a few steps forward to close a gap in the line. Just little things. Weird but, this was the you I once knew. I stopped watching when you got to the counter and gave your order. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned to leave. As I was pressing my way out the tinted glass door, you approached me. But it wasn't the you I knew. This "you" was different. Significantly less attractive and much more gregarious. We stood there awkwardly for awhile. I complacently listened to you tell me all the things I once wanted to hear. I should have been happy, right? I wasn't. "You" just confused me more. Who was really the ugly one? The you standing in line or this new "you." I woke up longing for authenticity and truth.
Apparently,
I still can't shake you off my conscious,
too many stubborn thoughts and mulish memories,
although better than the tears,
I bang my head and shake my ears,
no matter the ferocity, they simply won't fall out
stuck, like water from the poolso clear, they were once invisible,
now a murky chlorine green,
almost gone, I was wrong,
they're slowly seeping back while I sleep.
I've been having trouble sleeping lately, surprise surprise! Sort of half-sleeping, where I never reach deep REM. Makes for lucid and realistic dreams.
take for example...
I thought I saw you at Burger King, but it was just a dream. You know the one, it's right next to Wallmart and your school. You were standing there, in the longest line, arrogantly aloof, attractive in your own stupid way. I watched for a few minutes. Nothing significant happened. Your phone buzzed and you looked at it discreetly. You slipped your hands into your pockets and leaned back onto your heels. Then you smirked and drug your feet a few steps forward to close a gap in the line. Just little things. Weird but, this was the you I once knew. I stopped watching when you got to the counter and gave your order. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned to leave. As I was pressing my way out the tinted glass door, you approached me. But it wasn't the you I knew. This "you" was different. Significantly less attractive and much more gregarious. We stood there awkwardly for awhile. I complacently listened to you tell me all the things I once wanted to hear. I should have been happy, right? I wasn't. "You" just confused me more. Who was really the ugly one? The you standing in line or this new "you." I woke up longing for authenticity and truth.
Apparently,
I still can't shake you off my conscious,
too many stubborn thoughts and mulish memories,
although better than the tears,
I bang my head and shake my ears,
no matter the ferocity, they simply won't fall out
stuck, like water from the poolso clear, they were once invisible,
now a murky chlorine green,
almost gone, I was wrong,
they're slowly seeping back while I sleep.
cheese
cheese!: what people say to get others to smile when they taking a picture
I'm in love and here are the picture to prove it...derby pictures, that is! we took one as a team yesterday too. these ones are all of me, I thought I'd share.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/masonite-burn/5111456889/in/set-72157625233157886/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/masonite-burn/5112048904/in/set-72157625233157886/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/masonite-burn/5112051540/in/set-72157625233157886/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/masonite-burn/5111454575/in/set-72157625233157886/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/masonite-burn/5111462551/in/set-72157625233157886/
I'm in love and here are the picture to prove it...derby pictures, that is! we took one as a team yesterday too. these ones are all of me, I thought I'd share.
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| I'm in the bottom row, three to the left of the middle |
http://www.flickr.com/photos/masonite-burn/5112048904/in/set-72157625233157886/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/masonite-burn/5112051540/in/set-72157625233157886/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/masonite-burn/5111454575/in/set-72157625233157886/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/masonite-burn/5111462551/in/set-72157625233157886/
11/11/10
inured
inured: to accustom to accept something undesirable
to all those inured to war...
On the one hand, I'm sitting here this morning, comfortably eating my cereal and typing thoughts of free speech thanks to you. But as I swirl my spoon round the snow-cold milk and watch my words and uneaten Cheerios dance round the bowl, I recall all your pain and how it trickles down. You've affected my life in ways I never before imagined.
so for the things you do, that others can't. for the shit you've been through.
happy veteran's day.
to all those inured to war...
On the one hand, I'm sitting here this morning, comfortably eating my cereal and typing thoughts of free speech thanks to you. But as I swirl my spoon round the snow-cold milk and watch my words and uneaten Cheerios dance round the bowl, I recall all your pain and how it trickles down. You've affected my life in ways I never before imagined.
so for the things you do, that others can't. for the shit you've been through.
happy veteran's day.
11/8/10
search
search: to look into or over thoroughly in an effort to find or discover something; come to know by inquiry or scrutiny
I am a slave to Google. I'll admit it. I can't even fathom what it was like before there were search engines. I am utterly dependent. I even text Google to define words for me when the dictionary is sitting two feet away. Lazy. Really, I'm just another measly member of the Internet's indoctrinated chattel. Take for example that I'm writing about this on the what?...oh that's right, the Internet! For crying out loud. Sites like Google, Facebook, and Readit are today's postmodern information oligarchicy. They are today's contemporary gatekeepers. So, what happens when this small group implodes? How will I ever write papers, keep up with current news, or define words for christsake?! well I suppose I could try the dictionary. Ahh man, but it's such a long stretch of the arm. Too...ti...red.
This was one of the topics discussed during an MLIS class that I sat in on last weekend. I drove up to Seattle for an admissions interview at the University of Washington and learned all sorts of magnificent things about their graduate program. Now if only I could magically move the Udub's program out of rainy Seattle. I need (need need) to get out of the northwest, I've been here far to long.
It's official, senioritis has set in early.
Also, I attended the annual Mary Stuart Rodgers Scholarship Banquet. This year they gave fellows paper weights instead of rings...well that and a sizable amount of $ for school. Thanks Rodger's family endowment...
Little to no social life, an ulcer/insomnia, and hours of homework have paid off. Finally, I am now the proud owner of a paper weight!
That was rude. Sorry, I can be rude sometimes...or all times really. I should work on that.
I am a slave to Google. I'll admit it. I can't even fathom what it was like before there were search engines. I am utterly dependent. I even text Google to define words for me when the dictionary is sitting two feet away. Lazy. Really, I'm just another measly member of the Internet's indoctrinated chattel. Take for example that I'm writing about this on the what?...oh that's right, the Internet! For crying out loud. Sites like Google, Facebook, and Readit are today's postmodern information oligarchicy. They are today's contemporary gatekeepers. So, what happens when this small group implodes? How will I ever write papers, keep up with current news, or define words for christsake?! well I suppose I could try the dictionary. Ahh man, but it's such a long stretch of the arm. Too...ti...red.
This was one of the topics discussed during an MLIS class that I sat in on last weekend. I drove up to Seattle for an admissions interview at the University of Washington and learned all sorts of magnificent things about their graduate program. Now if only I could magically move the Udub's program out of rainy Seattle. I need (need need) to get out of the northwest, I've been here far to long.
It's official, senioritis has set in early.
Also, I attended the annual Mary Stuart Rodgers Scholarship Banquet. This year they gave fellows paper weights instead of rings...well that and a sizable amount of $ for school. Thanks Rodger's family endowment...
That was rude. Sorry, I can be rude sometimes...or all times really. I should work on that.
11/5/10
let's just say...
let's just say that somewhere out there I am in, not one but, TWO tattoo picture books. I'm pretty much famous. I sign autographs, if you want.
seriously though, Mike V agreed to touch up my tats! this means overdue recoloring of the hearts. I had to promise myself though not to expand any...namely because I'm broke and what will end up happening is as follows: I will go into the shop and Mike V will convince me that the pictures on my skin would be even prettier if I just did this and that, and I'll end up with half a tattoo because I'd only be able to pay for 1 1/2 hour's worth of tattoo work. don't ever start, or you'll never want to stop.
seriously though, Mike V agreed to touch up my tats! this means overdue recoloring of the hearts. I had to promise myself though not to expand any...namely because I'm broke and what will end up happening is as follows: I will go into the shop and Mike V will convince me that the pictures on my skin would be even prettier if I just did this and that, and I'll end up with half a tattoo because I'd only be able to pay for 1 1/2 hour's worth of tattoo work. don't ever start, or you'll never want to stop.
11/4/10
on my mind...
the GRE.
My brain has turned to mush, my eyes have all but fallen out of their sockets, and the entirety of my left leg is asleep. In other words, I took the GRE today. My scores flip-flopped in the math and verbal sections and I did far better on the math than I expect but my verbal needs much more work. I'm predicting a re-take in the next month or so. Hooray! Just what I always wanted to do...take the GRE not once, but twice!
My brain has turned to mush, my eyes have all but fallen out of their sockets, and the entirety of my left leg is asleep. In other words, I took the GRE today. My scores flip-flopped in the math and verbal sections and I did far better on the math than I expect but my verbal needs much more work. I'm predicting a re-take in the next month or so. Hooray! Just what I always wanted to do...take the GRE not once, but twice!
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