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[28 Aug 2007|03:07pm] |
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Bart: "Look at me, I'm a grad student. I'm 30 years old and I made $600 last year."
Marge: "Bart, don't make fun of grad students. They've just made a terrible life choice."
If you count kindergarten, yesterday was the beginning of my 18th year of school. My exhibit design class seems like it is going to be amazing, especially because the exhibit we are creating is about the Roman soldier. Only one day in and I am thinking of switching my schedule around. I am signed up for a course in fundraising, it's required, but I don't really need it yet. It will be useful for my career, but not much before then. The class I'm thinking of switching into is about interpretation, i.e. audience development, and seems really cool. My only issue with it is that the whole grade is based on two case studies. I'm notorious for preferring papers to projects, but we will see. The case studies are good practical application, though.
On the bright side, I'm making new friends and my professors seem awesome. If I could stop fretting about money, coursework, and commutes life would be grand!
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| Oh. Dear. God. |
[09 Jul 2007|10:24am] |
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My power cord for my ibook died. You'd think getting a new one shipped would be no big deal, right? But nooooo. Apple forgot to put an apt number on the shipping label for the package, so DHL sends me an email telling me to call customer support to correct the address. Seems simple, right? Wrong. I call DHL and they are like "Why are you calling us? We can fix the address, Apple has to do that." Never mind that you told me to call you, eh DHL? So, understanding soul that I am, I thank them and call Apple Customer Care and talk to a very competent sounding person who redirects me to the Rhodes Scholars that make up their dispatch dept. It is now clear to me why the order got fucked up in their first place. The dispatch person that I talk to, lets just call her Moron, is very confused by this whole phone call. I very patiently explain to her that all she needs to do is re-fax the address to DHL, but she's just not getting the picture. First she doesn't quite believe that I have ordered a repair, no matter how many times I repear the repair ID to her. I don't speak Spanish, and she is not doing so hot with the English. It causes problems. Once she finally finds my repair order, she chirps "Oh, we already shipped that to you," as if she has solved some great mystery. I, for about the twentieth time, repeat that she needs to refax the address to DHL. Moron says "Why? Did you give us the wrong address?" I am now beginng to lose my temper. I very slowly explain things to Moron yet again. Something must have gotten through to Moron, because she gets quiet for a moment. Then she being to repeat my address to herself over and over. Finally, she asks if she can call me back in a moment. Fine, whatever. Later, when Moron calls me back, she tells me that she has corrected the address on my ipod repair. Sigh. No, Moron, my ipod repair happened last August. It is now July 2007. "Oooh", says Moron as she searches yet again for the ibook repair. "Are you sure you have an ibook?" asks Moron. I am now very, very annoyed and angry. Then Moron begins repeating my address again. Finally, she says "Oh, ok I will call you after I complete you inquiry." I can only hope that this means she found the correct order and her 1 and 1/2 brain cells have managed to rub themselves together so that she can understand what is going on. Maybe Moron's idiocy will pay off, and she will ship me a new computer or something. Thus I wait for the saga to continue.
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| Yoinked from Joseph |
[13 Jun 2007|09:29am] |
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Here is what Joseph has to say on the subject of researching my geneaology. I think it sums everything up nicely:
"However, since Megan's maternal grandfather died while in the Air Force, there is a plethora of records on that familial line. As in, traced back to BC times. Yes, I take it with a grain of salt, but here are some of the observations I drew at 2AM last night when we got back that far:
Her family got to America around the same time as mine. They were North Carolinians from the Revolution to the Civil War, and thus were rebels both times. For good measure, there's also one solitary Massachusettsian in there from the early 17th century who I am assuming is a Separatist.
Where was her family before that? Ireland. Ulster and Cork, from the look of it. That's not interesting at all. Megan noted that with a slight bit of dismay; she didn't know there was any Mic in her. However, like all good Irishmen, they got there from Scotland. The Woman cursed vehemently when she discovered she was a dirty Scot, to which I replied, "Dinna fash y'self, lassie."
A few generations after this, you start seeing "De" in people's names. Oh-ho, here it gets interesting. There are a bunch of Campbells, the good ones, and you see the name Brus show up. "Aw, fuck naw," say I. Yes, Robert de Brus (or The Bruce, if you watch Braveheart) shows up in the lineage. Shooting lightning out your ass is not proof against Megan, I guess.
For this next one, I will go backwards. There is a link we found between Megan and Guillaume le Bâtard (or le Conquérant), and it's a legitimate one. It flows to Henry Beauclerc, Mathilda, Henry II (through Eleanor of Aquitaine, obviously) to... John. Lackland. Mr. I Give Up Pope Don't Invade Me. Megan is descended from one of his daughters that he gave off to the Welsh to stop them from kicking his ass. That's the bad marriage that fucked the line. HA.
Oh, and St. Arnulf (the patron of beer) is in there from his pre-bishoping days.
Obviously from William, the line goes French. Hugh Capet is in there, and from there a whole other slew of French surrender monkeys... er, monarchs, including Charlemagne and Pepin the Short. Thus, if we believe the myths, Jesus is in there, too.
From there, it's not hard to push things back to other barbarians, including Theodoric of the Ostragoths and Attila of the Huns. At this time, Megan started to bemoan the fact that she was responsible for the destruction of the civilization she'd been studying for four years. Kindly, I pointed out that Attila's issue was of Honoria, an Eastern Roman princess. So we started following the line of the Byzantines. Therein, we found Theodosius and a link to Rome itself, including Septimus Severus, Commodus, and Marcus Aurelius.
From there, if you go back, you find Nero and Tiberius, indicating a link to Livia Drusilla, wife of Augustus Caesar. Here I found a huge slew of names that excited me, but no one would find interesting but Gabriel. I will only include the ones someone would know from watching Rome: Maior Octavia, Marcus Antonius, Atia of the Julii, and the whole clan of the Servilii and Caepii (ie: Brutus et al).
Oh, and to go back a bit further, Herod the Great and Salome I.
That is where we stopped, for it was 2AM as I previously stated. Megan was upset that she didn't find any Greeks. I'll be looking in Herod's line later to try and find if there's any Macedonian in him, which there probably is knowing rape. However, allow me to sum up:
Megan is related to all of the knee-biters in history. She even killed Jesus."
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[17 Jan 2007|06:49pm] |
Dear noobs,
Let me explain waitlists for you. If you are on a waitlist, you are not in the class yet. And if you aren't in the class, you don't need to buy the books. Now, Greek Philosophy has room for 82 people and is full. There are 38 people on the waitlist. Ok, here is the important part, so pay attention. THE WAITLIST IS NEARLY THE SIZE OF HALF THE CLASS. IF YOU ARE NOT IN, SAY, THE TOP 15 AT MOST, YOU ARE NOT GETTING IN. Clear? Good. So stop filling up seats and taking up space that those of us that are actually enrolled need. Any thanks ever so much for buying all the copies of Epictetus' Discourses. Very helpful.
-Megan
It's good to be a second semester senior, except for the idiots. Sigh.
PS Yeah, yeah. I know I never update. Just gonna have to deal.
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[19 Jun 2006|04:04pm] |
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Life is a Highway- Rascal Flatts (Cars Soundtrack) |
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Just got done noob-proofing my desk. Moved around all my cool pics and decorations to make room for the labelling guides and "how to handle rare materials" instruction sheets. Brought back memories of Becca doing the same for me 2 years ago. Doesn't seem like that much time has gone by. I hope to god the noob is cool, cuz the last thing I need is some overacheiver upsetting the nice balance we have here in the pictorial unit. It's nice and chill with just the 4 of us. Heh, sounds like I have a bit of only child syndrome =) It should be fun to show the new guy how things are done, being the teacher instead of the student. The noob, aka Matt, is the first student that Chris has hired in like 4 years that hasn't been short, blonde, and female. Interesting. Ok, time to go be productive. Hehe, right.
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[02 May 2006|12:42pm] |
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[13 Apr 2006|12:38pm] |
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Sometimes -Nine Days |
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Good day so far. Stewart's class was hella boring, but at least I got a good nap in. Then I flyered on Sproul, which I something I normally hate, but today it was kinda nice. Sproul wasn't that busy, so it was pretty much me and my friend Jordan chatting and stuff. Plus, the sun felt sooooo good. The sun alone put me in a better mood. Now I'm having lunch at Quizno's, which has free wireless. Next up is event planning at the museum followed by surfing the internet in Classics 130. Then work and another meeting. Finally, I'm picking up Joseph from work and then we are going to dinner at PF Changs to celebrate 6 mos together. Wheee!
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[13 Mar 2006|11:38am] |
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Move Along -All American Rejects |
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Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your...
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know ya do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your...
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
(Along), along, (along), along, (along), along
[Softly:]
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
[Loudly:]
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
[x2]
(Move along)
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along
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Moving along, I guess. Things aren't ever gonna be the same for me, and I hate that. RIP little car.
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| Thanks Joseph! |
[22 Feb 2006|11:37am] |
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Build God, Then We'll Talk -Panic! at the Disco |
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I have managed to be productive! All thanks to Joseph for making me get up early. See, he had to get up at 6 this morning to go to work, thus making me get up at 6 as well. I know, this sounds like a bad thing. However, it actually worked out quite well. I got home at 7:15ish, had time to enjoy my cereal and coffee instead of inhaling it like I usually do. Watched some tv, got dressed and all that at a leisurely pace. Then I went to campus and did a bunch of things that I've been meaning to do for awhile, like get some stuff cleared up at payroll, pick up some reimbursements, pick up my last book (it just got delivered!), and pay my credit card bill. And all before noon! I should try this getting up early thing more often. I also feel more awake now than I would if I'd gotten more sleep. Craziness. Also, did y'all know we have a gelato place on campus? Gelateria Naia opened up a little place on campus where bearcade used to be. Looks pretty cool. Also, can someone tell me, is Johnny Moseley actually a student here? Or does he just lurk around like Adam Duritz? Cuz I've run into Moseley like twice today (once as nearly run over by him, damn tall people) and he just seems to be wandering aimlessly. Also, why does he look so confused all the time? Ok, now off to grab some lunch and then off to class. Whee.
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| I like this song, rest of the new cd sounds good too |
[10 Feb 2006|01:11am] |
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Give Myself to You - Train
When I find out who I am
I'm gonna know just what to do
When I pull myself together again
I'm gonna give myself to you
Is this forever, this feeling I got
Not enough and too much - so free and so caught up
And something and nothing - both at the same
I'm either out of my head or I'm out of my mind
When I find out who I am
I'm gonna know just what to do
When I pull myself together again
I'm gonna give myself to you
Is this forever this feeling that I'm not moving at all
But I just can't stop
Its like I'm dreaming and I'm wide-awake too
Will you remember me? 'cause I wont forget you
When I find out who I am
I'm gonna know just what to do
When I pull myself together again
I'm gonna give myself to you
I guess I was saving my life for later
Maybe I should have been giving myself to you
Now I know I got to find out who I am before I do
Before I do
When I find out who I am
I'm gonna know just what to do
When I pull myself together again
I'm gonna give myself to you
When I find out who I am
I'm gonna know just what to do
When I pull myself together again
I know I'm gonna give myself to you
I'm gonna give myself to you
I'm gonna give myself to you
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| A Rather Random Update |
[26 Jan 2006|02:13pm] |
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I am bored in class, as per usual. Thus, an update! My new contacts are behaving themselves nicely at the moment, we'll see if they turn on me any time soon. I put them in with very little difficulty this morning, getting them out might be a whole different story. It's been kind of an interesting day in classes. Prof. Dandelet read us some Italian love poetry (Petrarch) and, as he is a fairly handsome man, made all the girls in the class go all giggly. I was more amused than anything. Italian doesn't really do it for me. Maybe ancient Greek or Latin. Give me some Catullus. Then he went on a slight rant about how Italian men get all the girls because of their sexy language. Slightly awkward. Also, if the man gives us another map handout I will kill him. Seriously pal, I know what Italy looks like. Now I'm in my Trojan War class, which just acquired a reader who looks kinda like Viggo Mortensen when he had short hair. Not all Aragorn-y. I keep wanting to make Lord of the Rings jokes at him. I slammed my fingers in a door earlier and they still hurt. It is lame. And I'm getting hungry. Also lame. Now I must go because Prof. Shelton is talking about what a jerk Schliemann was. I'm always up for some Schliemann bashing.
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| Song lyrics while bored in class |
[19 Jan 2006|01:28pm] |
Wake up your life
You may never get the chance to make things right
Rather than lie
Take a moment to reflect on what's gone by
It's a mistake
There's no reason I should be so full of guilt
Significant break
So you severed all the ties that we have built
All I know, even though
Tried to give you what was left of me
But it was not enough
Didn't think about the rest of me
That it was not enough
Tried my hardest with the best of me
But it was not enough
Tried to give you what was left of me
But it was not enough
All mixed up inside
And it's easy to forget what we should be
It's useless to hide
I can see to the heart of your insecurity
All of this time
Blaming others for the cause of what we've lost
Nothing sublime
I must overcome no matter what the cost
[Chorus x1]
Please give back what s not yours to have
It's the only thing that I've got left
Never was enough to satisfy
And I'm left empty
[Chorus x1]
Tried to give you what was left of me
But it was not enough
Didn't think about the rest of me
That it was not enough
Tried my hardest with the best of me
But it was not enough
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This lecture started off good, but things have kinda gone downhill.
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[10 Jan 2006|01:50pm] |
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So my vision has gotten worse. Last time I went to the eye doctor, the opinion was that my vision wasn't bad enough to merit contacts and that I should just use glasses for driving and stuff. Fast forward two years. Now not only am I more nearsighted than ever (plus a stigmatism in one eye) but the dr a) says its not legal for me to drive without glasses anymore b) I should wear contacts full time and c) in about 2 years I will be a really good candidate for lasik. Holy shit! When did all this happen! So, I have to go back in 2 weeks to be fitted for contacts, and right now I am trying to get used to the new glasses while waiting for my pupils to un-dialate. Stupid eyes. Also, Joseph needs to tell me if he heard back from the apt. people. Hint hint. It shall make my day better if he has a good place to live. I shall keep my fingers crossed about that and the job. ::crosses fingers::
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| Yay another song! |
[08 Jan 2006|11:49pm] |
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Sword and Shield -Sister Hazel
Just when the sky runs out of rain
Just when the sun runs out of light
Just when the earth is ill with pain
Just when your body is out of fight
I will be there
I will be the smallest piece in everything
And I would give my life before I break this promise to you
Melt in to me
Don't you want to be the ones that last forever
I'll be your everlasting
And enemies they take your will but they won't last forever
I'll be your sword and shield and
I'll be your sword
I'll be your shield
Just when the ocean starts to dry
Just when the air is sick with smoke
Just when the statues start to cry
And fallen angels they lay broken
I will be there
I will be the smallest piece in everything
And I would lose my life before I break this promise to you
Melt in to me
Don't you want to be the ones that last forever
I'll be your everlasting
And enemies they take your peace but they won't last forever
I'll be your sword and shield and
I'll be your sword
I'll be your shield
I'll be your gracious angel
I'll be your favorite stranger
I'll be the mortar holding your walls
I'll be your army
Just when the sky runs out of rain
Just when the sun runs out of light
Just when the earth is ill with pain
Just when your body is out of fight
I will be there
I will be the smallest piece in everything
And I would give my life before I break this promise to you
Melt in to me
Don't you want to be the ones that last forever
I'll be your everlasting
And enemies they take your peace but they wont last forever
I'll be your sword and shield and
I'll be your sword
I'll be your shield
I'll be your sword
I'll be your shield
I'll be your army
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| Matching Joseph song for song |
[07 Jan 2006|11:56pm] |
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Won't Go Away -Sister Hazel
Dear baby, baby
Won't you
I go crazy, crazy
For you
Won't you tell me, tell me
What to do
I go crazy, crazy
For you
Cause the way you look at me
I can say you set me free
And no matter what you say
I won't go away
I won't go away
I see your world, the world is you
I see baby, baby blue
Everyday is a day to get through
Till I see baby, baby blue
And the way you look at me
I can say you set me free
And no matter what you say
I won't go away
I won't go away
And it takes
Such a long time to get through this
Such a long time to find this kiss
And I can't forget it
I'm not ready yet
And I came such a long way
From where you are
Now I'm falling from this star
And I can't forget it
I'm not ready yet
Cause the way you look at me
I can say you set me free
And no matter what you say
I won't go away
I won't go away
Heal me, baby, baby won't you
I go crazy, crazy
For you
Won't you tell me, tell me
Something new
I am crazy, crazy
For you
I am crazy, crazy
For you
I am crazy, crazy
For you
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I'm being made to go shopping with my mom and sister tomorrow. They want to spend some quality time with me, i.e. interrogate me about my life. Greeaat.
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[23 Dec 2005|11:33pm] |
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First off, congrats to my Joseph, who is now officially an alum. FTYou!!! It is half an hour til Christmas Eve and I'm just now getting ready to leave Berkeley for home. I had fun in Vegas being the flag bitch with Joey, even if we were afraid of the swans. I'm so glad I got to spend so much time with Joseph, especially as it was his big finale in band. I just left that boy maybe 10 minutes ago and I already miss him like crazy. Did the whole crying as I drove away thing. See what he has done to me!? Wouldn't have it any other way though. Though being all depressed will make Christmas interesting. Well, I guess I should load up the car and head home. Sigh.
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[19 Dec 2005|10:21am] |
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Oh God. This final is gonna kill me. I feel ill. Here goes nothing...
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| Another random song I like |
[18 Dec 2005|09:10pm] |
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Hopeless -Sister Hazel
A grand empty canvas creating my life
A strange situation - there’s no wrong or right
And I’m learning - along the way
From the first time I met you, what could I do
But pray for the strength to see this one through
And I’m tryin’ it slips away
A hopeless romantic but nothing feels right
A ship full of lovers that sails out of sight
I wait for the answers to fall from the sky
I’m walkin’ through trees where the path has been worn
Where hearts have been ripped out trampled and torn
And I’m sorry - I’m sorry once again
A hopeless romantic but nothing feels right
A ship full of lovers that sails out of sight
I wait for the answers to fall from the sky - to fall from the sky
A perfect beginning but why does it end
And when will I learn to let someone in
I wait for the answers to fall from the sky
A hopeless romantic but nothing feels right
A ship full of lovers that sails out of sight
I wait for the answers to fall from the sky - to fall from the sky
A perfect beginning but why does it end
And when will I learn to let someone in
I wait for the answers to fall from the sky
It’s hopeless
So hopeless
So hopeless
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Egypt is dumb. I wish to pwn the whole stupid place. Keller is dumb too. Everything is dumb. Last final tomorrow, then freedom and Vegas!
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[14 Dec 2005|06:06pm] |
 | You scored as Ron Weasley. You often feel like second best and as a result don't have an awful lot of self confidence, but a truer more capable friend would be hard to find.
Ron Weasley | | 80% | Sirius Black | | 75% | Albus Dumbledore | | 75% | Draco Malfoy | | 70% | Harry Potter | | 65% | Ginny Weasley | | 65% | Hermione Granger | | 65% | Remus Lupin | | 55% | Severus Snape | | 50% | Lord Voldemort | | 30% | </td>
Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?
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There, now I have taken a quiz first. Take that Joseph! Though I doubt you will get this result =)
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