And did I mention YouTube?

I really like Letterman now. 

 

 Oh jeez.

I got work done. Score.

The self-doubt kicked in again, so I killed it by reading all of Richard Burger's Chavin book in one night.  Yay for re-motivation. 

I really do like my classes.  I do.  I like the reading.  It's that step where reading becomes research that kills me.

I went to the senior Masquerade Ball last night with Emily.  We dressed as cats without ears or tails.  Otherwise known as cute goth-lite girls with whiskers.  Yeah, laziest Halloween costume ever.  Emily dragged me out of my sweatpants we decided to go at 10:30.  

I've been a bad bad blogger.  You think I spent no time on the internets.  Ha.  Ha.  Stupid Facebook, YouTube, fandom sites, LiveJournal (ahaha, here's where I admit guilt at last), other people's music, YOU TUBE, Wikipedia (wtf?),  political sites I've finally started visiting again (didja hear there's an election?) and did I mention YOU TUBE.  

Old suite reunion brunch tomorrow.

I'm too lazy to link to this, but apparently there's a fake documentary coming out about the October 2007 assassination of President Bush.  Sounds like I should take notes.

Arnold Schwarzenegger is a poser.  If you're reading this from Cali, don't vote for him.  Remember how he whored himself out for Bush in 2004?  Don't let his newfound cooperative spirit fool you.  He's still driving those Hummers. 

I forgot Spanish. 

 

 

 

A little emo S&G for the wet and unproductive day...

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.

Yes, this is a graphics-only blog now.
I yanked this from Matt Yglesias who yanked it from Kevin Drum.    I don't have anything more to say about  it than they've said already.

Natalie Dee is the best webcomic ever.

 

 

 

I mean, this is the story of my life.

And somewhere, a pig spreads its wings to fly...

Yes, that be me in the picture with the tattoo.

No, it is not fake.

Yes, I was afraid it would hurt like hell.

No, it did not. 

Yes, I have been saying my whole life how I could never get a tattoo because I hate needles.

No, I did not freak out in the studio.

Yes, I went to a really safe place to get it done.  (Studio Zee...on State Street.  Not The Edge lol).

No, I did not go alone. (Laura is my favorite!)

Yes, I spent a lot of time thinking about it beforehand (read: July, as Robbie can testify).

No, I have absoultely no regrets.

Yes, I have told my parents.

No, their heads didn't explode.

oh SNAP!

Is that the Nazca Lines I see?  Oh yes, folks, yes it is.

 

I love quizzes.

Find your Celestial Choir

Brain broken.

Harvey Weiss (professor: Archaeologies of Empire) just will not stop saying the funniest things. 

In response to a recently published article claiming evidence for the earliest warfare in Mesopotamia, in the form of clay pellets that had apparently been thrown:  "So...people were throwing clay at each other?? 'Take that, you bad person! Smack! Take that, here's my clay ball, bing! ' Well, look over there to the right. There's a huge mountain. Probably made of rock. It's a MOUNTAIN."

In repsonse to someone's desire to write a paper on the Frankish empire:
"You want to do the FRANKISH empire? However did that come to your attention? A dream?... Oh, you're not sure. Good, maybe you'll choose something in which I am interested."

In response to someone's desire to write a paper on Rome:
"Are you a Classicist?  Oh, no."

In response to someone's desire to write a paper on China:
"Nobody knows anything about China. Every lunatic in the world has a project in China...all the Japanese archaeologists are working there now. You know, Japanese people think differently than we do, something about the logical processes...I don't get it.  A plus B equals C -- well it doesn't work that way if you're Japanese, at least not if you're a Japanese archaeologist...  Yeah, China. It's huge.  It's, like, China.  It may as well be another planet, it's so big."

*is dead of XD*  

Harvey Weiss defines "eccentricity."  I can't even type the very funniest things because without context and intonation they lose too much.  You have to see the way he thrusts the book into his face (or is it the other way around?) when he gets excited searching for a passage.  And you definitely have to hear him.  Entertainment at its finest.

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Last night I dreamed I took "the GRE" (except it was a paper-based test in my bedroom for some reason) and completely ran out of time due to poor planning, and had to cancel my scores.  Then I woke up and remembered I had already kicked the GRE's butt all the way to Houston.  So what was I so afraid of failing?  Oh yeah, life.

The NSF application is eating me...a slow painful digestion in the acidic core of academic BS beauracracy. 

 My fingernails look beautiful when painted, but underneath they are still messed up from Peru.  Which, I imagine, will become a perennial greivance of mine.

The new iPod should arrive soon.  Yesterday I downloaded the world in anticipation.

In other news, apparently there's an election next month.  Meh.

Wow, I've changed.  I just meh'd an election.  I guess I've decided I'm not really that good of a person, and I'm okay with that.