we gotta get out of this place

okay ! let's look at the to-do list ! it's slightly augmented !

- straighten up bedroom
- read my history chapters and take notes
- view the online portal for my history class and do the set-up for my german class
- tune up/grease/clean bike
-work on craft swap project
- straighten up the kitchen and living room
- go back to trader joe's for some frozen crap
- catsit hoolie !
- brush my own cat and clip her toenails

last night was a good night ! i came home from work and minimally straightened up the living room and took the garbage out (luckily the living room wasn't too messy cause.. i haven't been in it for awhile !) and then christina came home (i haven't seen her in foreverrrrr cause her class was ending) and jeanne and mike came over. i was really excited because jeanne is the coolest person and mike is also extremely cool, and he'd never been to my house before !



jeanne had me get this russian movie from netflix called wolfhunter. actually, it's called wolfHOUND, but it's cemented in my brain as wolfhunter (why would something be called wolfhound? that's redundant. doghound. wolfcanine. wolfdog.). basically it is a ye olde tymey story about a child whose parents are killed by an evil dude and who is forced into slavery who mysteriously becomes good at fighting and saves/avenges slaves. he also wolfhunts for the guy who killed his parents.



the movie is billed as conan the barbarian meets lord of the rings and i can't say it's really wrong? like, it's as shitty as any conan movie and as pretty as any LOTR movie ! the story was a little bit confusing because my brain kept refusing to pay attention but like, some cool wind happened and maybe some stabbing? the best part of everything, though, was that there were capable female warriors and it wasn't a big deal or odd that they were there, and the conqueror of the black bear (the like... chieftan of a weird little group of druids) was a tough fat lady ! and the princess was very tough and beautiful (and of course falls in love with wolfhunter)


that guy? not wolfhunter. just this other guy who is identical to him !

mike also brushed pizza for me so i could take it off my chore list ! i really appreciate it, and it was also exciting to show him the majesty of the furminator. i think he was really impressed.



after the movie was over, mouse stopped by and we watched some futuramas and mike drew some cool monsters (which you can see on his blog here) and jeanne paged through christina's art history book looking for a dragon (and came up empty). everyone went home and i got some quality time and cuddling with christina (her class is really cramping our style !!!) before going to bed.

also, remember my plan to get mouse to buy me a watermelon?

"i'm going to try to get him to bring a watermelon too but i'm not entirely sure how that's going to go. my plan is that he and i can both have some watermelon and then WHO WANTS TO CARRY A CUT WATERMELON HOME?? so i get to eat the rest of the watermelon."

it backfired when my power went out and we had to eat watermelon at his house? it actually backfired again, per his flickr.


This is for Roxy. Her plan to scam me out of my watermelon backfired and I ended up eating it with my family. In your face.


This is for Roxy. Her plan to scam me out of my watermelon backfired and I ended up eating it with my family. In your face.

there was a third picture where he got his family members to eat watermelon but i'm not posting it, because it hurts too much (and i don't know if it would be weird for them). suffice to say, i'm disappointed that what was supposed to be my watermelon became his baby nephew's first solid food.

okay guys, tonight's the night ! i have to do my history homework tonight, and i have to check out my bike, because i'll be in center city tomorrow and can get tubes or whatever if i need them. wish me luck !

decorative popcorn

what's up dudesssss. yesterday after work i went to mouse's to theoretically help him hang a mirror. he has a big mirror that goes into a frame built into his door, and the frame broke. it turns out that the two of us together are not strong or smart enough to fix something like that though ! but i did get to see him attempt a one-armed push-up (he's not there yet, though i did make him try one knowing he just decided to start learning to do one recently) and watch part of a pavel tsatsouline video with him. pavel tsastsouline is apparently some russian guy whose schtick is that he's a tough russian guy who whipped the red army into shape, and he is really into bodyweight-only exercises and kettlebell.



anyway the only reason this is interesting at all is that he totally exaggerates his russian accent so he sounds insane, and he starts every. single. segment. with "comrade,". like "comrade, now we are going to attempt a one armed push-up." like, we gettttt ittttttt dudeeeee you're russian.

after that i walked home, and stopped at milk and honey to look for treats. they were totally cleaned out and the only cupcake they had was a squash cupcake. isn't that ridiculous? that is like the dessert that a kid would get in a roald dahl book after his parents died and he was put in the care of some cruel relative. i gave up and went home and made fake chicken soup, which is really just fake chicken broth with thin egg noodles and an egg beaten with parmesan. usually it has a ton of carrots and green onions too but i didn't have either of those things and it's like, one of my ultimate comfort foods. it reminds me of mrs. grass' noodle soup which my grandma used to always make us when i was little.



so, i'm nervous about this school thing. i applied for the summer session yesterday and am working on my slightly more complex fall application and in general i'm worried that my college grades from 10 years ago will count against me. i have like, a 2.95 or something (because i didn't take school seriously and i kept taking these weird film classes that i hated with the same professor, whose claim to fame was consulting on the script for 'beverly hills cop 2' and getting Cs) and they prefer that transfer students have a 3.0. but like, that was 10 years ago ! what does it matter !



i mean, i get it, even though the qualifications for this program are much less stringent than regular penn admission, they still have to have some standards. but like, i'm smart ! and i'm 28 now and not 18 and will totally take school seriously and do my homework and maybe even study ! what a crock.

anyway, hopefully i at least get accepted for the summer session. this is the class i'm interested in taking:

American Cultural History to 1865
This seminar will examine the everyday lives of early Americans as well as the key sources of cultural change between 1600 and 1865. We will look at a range of issues, including: sexuality; changing conceptualizations of death and childhood; the rise of consumer culture; and the racialized and gendered politics of early modern identity. We will visit halls, taverns, city streets, churches, slave quarters, shops, and bed chambers where we will observe the comings and goings of some fascinating people. We will also interrogate the pivotal interdisciplinary methods and theoretical approaches scholars have used to write early American cultural history. Readings will comprise a sampling of recent scholarship as well as a variety of colorful primary sources such as diaries and private correspondences. We will also study objects, 18th-century prints, and photographs. Requirements for the course include active discussion, critical reading, a mid-term paper (3–5 pages), and a seminar paper (10–12 pages).

can you imagine how much time i will spend either freaking out at people or wanting to freak out at people? i'm really excited !

last night was a raid night, and it was all right. we recruited some random combat rogue (i am a mutilate rogue) and i offered him a flask and the first thine he said to me was, "thanks, i'm LAGGING LIKE A HOE". this is amusing because like... every disagreement i've had in my guild was about someone saying something sexist (we have a policy that people can't talk like neanderthals so no sexist/homophobic/racist jokes or slang and no use of the word 'rape') and the first thing this dude said to me was a totally nonsensical sexist thing ! we sorted it out though- he apologized profusely and told me he's 16 years old. this is my life !



p.s. i just noticed that i said i was 28. i guess i'm 27, but i've been saying 28 since january because i passed the six month point after my birthday. haha.