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[22 Mar 2008|06:42pm] |
A gorgeous day today was made possible by Sudafed.
This is a sample of how happy I am to not be stuffy anymore:
punkynoisething: WHUTS UP
Auto response from someonesunshine: Tell me if it's so,
That all the good girls go to heaven.
Well, heaven knows
punkynoisething: I WILL NEVER TELL YOU
yes i actually said "whut".
I spent all day today loafing around stuffy and miserable, refusing to open my windows like I usually do because of the mass amounts of pollen floating around. I'm not usually susceptible to allergies, but there was a serious windstorm last saturday that blew so much shit around, I've been sneezy all week. Finally got the energy to walk the half mile to walgreens and bought some Sudafed and now I am bouncing everywhere, moppin' floors and drinking mass amounts of tea.
Still have a wunderful sixer of Abita strawberry harvest in my fridge. It could be gone soon.
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[19 Mar 2008|09:02pm] |
One reason I'm happy to be where I am: Abita Strawberry Harvest Lager. It is the most wonderful thing I've ever tasted.
Also, just to brag for those who don't live here, the Chimes is the bar on the edge of campus I eat lunch at frequently. Bitte ein Abita!
Because of things other than beer, I have decided that Baton Rouge will always be my home. I may go elsewhere, but BR and Louisiana in general--there is just too much history here that isn't written down to leave permanently. I like mountains, beaches, etc. that aren't located in Louisiana, but there is so much here. I've lived here all my life, and managed to not become a redneck like my father and uncles and aunts, but because I know them, I understand the way they are and why. Or I'm beginning to anyway. Everyone is different, but alike. Puzzling, but interesting. In high school, no matter how trendy or "scene" you were, everyone's parents were alike when you got to know them well enough, and most were born here. And New Orleans, I couldn't even begin to get started. There is a reason why so many people I know have adopted this state as their home, from Andrei Codrescu to David Smith (my neighbor from Washington). I have resisted to say I'd be homesick for so many years, but if I ever left for more than a few years, I would cry myself to sleep at least once a week.
I hope one day I rise to the challenge of documenting this colossus of culture in fiction. It is a challenge indeed.
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[19 Mar 2008|05:43pm] |
lappy's alive and well in my apartment. the place is complete, now with internet-stealing capabilities. it's low, but whatev.
still in love with 860 steele blvd, even after all the bills came in.
so I googled my new address, out of boredom, and i found out that my place used to be Mountain Path Ceramics Studio. Guy even gave lessons. but it makes sense and it's not surprising. all of my neighbors are potters, dave even has a kiln in his garage.
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[16 Mar 2008|02:38pm] |
O HI
Got some terrible midterm grades, and so much work to do still.
My dad and I found some wire mesh sticking out of my tire on Wednesday night- I was stressed already and knelt down and said, "Anything else, God?"
After my Thursday night shift, I walk back to my car to find another window busted in. This time, iPod's gone. And another window. While I was at work, parked at Pinetta's. Seriously considering just leaving my doors unlocked so I don't have to replace more windows.
Easter brings a holiday from work that I'm not excited about. Takes out next weekend, when I would make baller money.
I should know better than to tempt ol' boy in the sky when I have a lot of bills to pay. The next week would happen to be freakin' Easter.
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[06 Mar 2008|03:32pm] |
I've discovered I can in fact steal wireless at my apartment. Hurray!
Mid-terms were lethal. I'm going to have to bank on participation points after this, because I made a record this week: didn't finish 2 tests in 2 days. Couldn't finish. At least there were many other people in both classes who were in the same boat. This could lead one to think there might be a curve, but no. "Curves are for 5-year-olds." -Jesse Gelrich (Chaucer).
The place is all I ever wanted it to be. Basic, slightly mine. The place to go when I need quiet, or to hear the birds talk. A old friend for a neighbor, an empty garage. A bed in between three unscreened windows. Wood floors lined with 50-year-old dust. I found an autographed, framed picture of Dick Dale in my closet, and when I look down the drain in the bathroom sink, I see the floor. Everything about this place is charming in a way that is very appealing to me. Hopefully I can put some pictures up somehow.
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[27 Feb 2008|07:33pm] |
I am so happy. So so so so so so so happy. My bathroom is bright orange, and there are cabinets everywhere. The building is over 50 years old and still in pretty good condition. Water is on, electricity tomorrow and gas Friday. I went in today and started cleaning like mad. Found a coffee table in the garage that's perfect for the living room.
Sanctuary.
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[25 Feb 2008|01:29pm] |
I got my 1-bedroom. I am going to be so broke, but so satisfied. Move-in is 5 days away. My parents kind of gave away my bed, so I have this air mattress. Anyone selling a mattress?
I hope someone around me has internet I can steal.
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[17 Feb 2008|12:42am] |
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[11 Feb 2008|12:58pm] |
Me and Tommy listened to some of his records last night. Some sleater-kinney, mgmt (i was really impressed with this, i didn't know what to expect), and some swedish punk band. I really enjoyed it all. I miss my records.
An apartment next door to Dave opened up last week. Kitina's got first dibs, but I'm seriously thinking about pulling that opportunity out from under her feet cause she's taking too fucking long. I will never find a decent 1-bedroom for under $400/mo ever, ever again. And I can afford this, there is no question. I can live COMFORTABLY there, and not be broke all the time. My place, that I don't have to share with anyone. Mine. I've never had that before, and that might be why I'm obsessing over it atthemoment. I don't know if I'll know what to do with myself, with a place all to myself. I seriously think I might cry when I sign the lease.
Tommy, Karl and Bryan are thinking of starting a band called Rape Tornado, and their first recording will be called "the Ballacaust" (with thank yous to Ant). I can see it now:
"Oh I can't go eat dinner tonight Ashley, Tommy's having a show"
"Oh he's in a band? what band?"
"Rape Tornado."
"..."
I don't think any of my friends would stick around to withstand the highly offensive winds of Rape Tornado.
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[02 Feb 2008|01:57am] |
deutsch ist nicht compliciat. nein, nein.
just had a stammtisch at happy's with some fellow studentinen. i swear i'll be fluent before the degree is earned. it's much more fun to speak german while drinking. and i already do that all the time.
so tommy told me about this intervention show he heard about. apparently in ohio (or some other lame state) alcoholism is defined as drinking at least one drink every day. "i go to bars to get drunk", he said as he cried his tears of shame.
i wonder how normal i'd be anywhere else. i drink at least one a day, sometimes before work, mostly after work while cleaning up the restaurant, and more when i get home. in baton rouge, we don't call that guy from ohio an alcoholic. we call him a pussy, and we tell him to step it up a notch.
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[30 Jan 2008|12:48pm] |
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Someone just handed me a PETA booklet in the quad. I've seen them before, read them, even went vegetarian for a second in high school, but great jebus they've never affected me like that one just did. I want a big plate of grilled vegetables now.
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[28 Jan 2008|01:18pm] |
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think i'm in need of a good ass-kicking
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[24 Jan 2008|10:58pm] |
"Days like this are a waste of speed." -Davis
I love the world. As if that were any surprise coming from me.
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[23 Jan 2008|01:14pm] |
MOMS BIRTHDAY OMG
I MAKE HER CAKES
PMS big time last night. Worst I've had in awhile. I felt as though everything I love was fake or contrived, for absolutely no reason. It was that bullheaded kind of sad too, where I won't accept any consolation and just desire to marinate in my own bad vibes. I'm never like that, except for the one day a month I might come close due to hormones.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMZ LOL I RITE UU ON MY LIFE JOURNAL
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[20 Jan 2008|05:08pm] |
last night was amusing. a crew and I sailed around BR and made many strange stops.
classes are way cool.
anyone ever heard of a movie called "Reuben and Ed"?
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[16 Jan 2008|11:45am] |
third day and skipping German already. I am awesome. as long as I don't do it too much (the syllabus CLEARLY states there will be no penalty for a bad attendance record), I'll be dandy.
Tommy and I make six months today... and he is still intriguing, up for anything, and basically everything that ever attracted me to him. I love this guy. He gives me flowers in public places.
Vietnam War History is going to be bad ass. I have an old military guy with corny jokes teaching, and he kind of reminds me of my dad (talking harsh but his jokes are ridiculously silly). First test on Valentine's day :(
Chaucer is wunderbar. I have both Josh Hill and Ross's Brittany in it, and we get to adopt pilgrims and shit.
The only class I haven't been to is the anthropology class: Black music in America. I'm hoping it'll just be a 3 hour chunk of awesome tunes every week. Of course there'll be background, history, and that's all interesting anyway. I hope it's not harder than I think it is.
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[14 Jan 2008|10:30pm] |
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Today I had a med-rare filet chopped up on a bun with tomatoes and mustard and lettuce. Probably was the best thing ever. Then I got books, shot some awesome tequila, and watched the Order of the Phoenix. Also went to German, but it was not a high point of my day.
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[13 Jan 2008|07:37pm] |
Been awhile. Hello 2008, you r cool.
Everyone's getting married. Tigers won another one.
School starts tomorrow, with German.
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[18 Dec 2007|09:22pm] |
first off, condolences to Annie's family, the other two triplets, and friends. Usually I am okay with death. It happens. But someone so young is nothing short of tragedy. And to Paul and Sarah, people with more or less the same genes as Annie, I hope you guys get through this. I can't even imagine.
Second. Heather, I didn't know your brother, but I'm sorry for your loss.
So many losses during the holidays.
Third, I am sorry John. My heart goes out to you, I've known that feeling of permanence and contentedness and I know how it feels to have it evaporate in a matter of hours. This, too, will pass. Regardless of the outcome, you have plenty ahead of you. Keep looking at that.
Otherwise, didn't fail any of my classes this semester. Woo.
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[12 Dec 2007|11:24pm] |
Coming up for air from blasted German. So here's what Mark Twain had to say about the language:
"Whenever the literary German dives into a sentence, that is the last you are going to see of him till he emerges on the other side of his Atlantic with his verb in his mouth." -A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court
It is easier for a cannibal to enter the Kingdom of Heaven through the eye of a rich man's needle that it is for any other foreigner to read the terrible German script.
- photo autographed to Ed. Potzl, 2/1898; Notebook, 1898
A dog is "der Hund"; a woman is "die Frau"; a horse is "das Pferd"; now you put that dog in the genitive case, and is he the same dog he was before? No, sir; he is "des Hundes"; put him in the dative case and what is he? Why, he is "dem Hund." Now you snatch him into the accusative case and how is it with him? Why, he is "den Hunden." But suppose he happens to be twins and you have to pluralize him- what then? Why, they'll swat that twin dog around through the 4 cases until he'll think he's an entire international dog-show all in is own person. I don't like dogs, but I wouldn't treat a dog like that- I wouldn't even treat a borrowed dog that way. Well, it's just the same with a cat. They start her in at the nominative singular in good health and fair to look upon, and they sweat her through all the 4 cases and the 16 the's and when she limps out through the accusative plural you wouldn't recognize her for the same being. Yes, sir, once the German language gets hold of a cat, it's goodbye cat. That's about the amount of it.
- Mark Twain's Notebook
Never knew before what eternity was made for. It is to give some of us a chance to learn German.
- Notebook #14, 11/1877 - 7/1878
Don't know what a Schelgesetzentwurf is, but I keep as excited over it and as worried about it as if it were my own child. I simply live on the Sch.; it is my daily bread. I wouldn't have the question settled for anything in the world.
- Mark Twain, a Biography
The Germans have an inhuman way of cutting up their verbs. Now a verb has a hard time enough of it in this world when it's all together. It's downright inhuman to split it up. But that's just what those Germans do. They take part of a verb and put it down here, like a stake, and they take the other part of it and put it away over yonder like another stake, and between these two limits they just shovel in German.
- Mark Twain's Speeches, "Disappearance of Literature"
My philological studies have satisfied me that a gifted person ought to learn English (barring spelling and pronouncing) in thirty hours, French in thirty days, and German in thirty years. It seems manifest, then, that the latter tongue ought to be trimmed down and repaired. If it is to remain as it is, it ought to be gently and reverently set aside among the dead languages, for only the dead have time to learn it.
- Appendix D of A Tramp Abroad, "That Awful German Language"
If he had known what it had cost me to acquire my art, he would also have known that it would break any collector to buy it. Harris and I had been hard at work on our German during several weeks at that time, and although we had made good progress, it had been accomplished under great difficulty and annoyance, for three of our teachers had died in the mean time. "
-That Awful German Language
"The Germans have another kind of parenthesis, which they make by splitting a verb in two and putting half of it at the beginning of an exciting chapter and the other half at the end of it. Can any one conceive of anything more confusing than that? These things are called "separable verbs." The German grammar is blistered all over with separable verbs; and the wider the two portions of one of them are spread apart, the better the author of the crime is pleased with his performance. A favorite one is reiste ab -- which means departed. Here is an example which I culled from a novel and reduced to English:
'The trunks being now ready, he DE- after kissing his mother and sisters, and once more pressing to his bosom his adored Gretchen, who, dressed in simple white muslin, with a single tuberose in the ample folds of her rich brown hair, had tottered feebly down the stairs, still pale from the terror and excitement of the past evening, but longing to lay her poor aching head yet once again upon the breast of him whom she loved more dearly than life itself, PARTED.'"
-That Awful German Language
"In German, all the Nouns begin with a capital letter. Now that is a good idea; and a good idea, in this language, is necessarily conspicuous from its lonesomeness. I consider this capitalizing of nouns a good idea, because by reason of it you are almost always able to tell a noun the minute you see it. You fall into error occasionally, because you mistake the name of a person for the name of a thing, and waste a good deal of time trying to dig a meaning out of it. German names almost always do mean something, and this helps to deceive the student. I translated a passage one day, which said that "the infuriated tigress broke loose and utterly ate up the unfortunate fir forest" (Tannenwald). When I was girding up my loins to doubt this, I found out that Tannenwald in this instance was a man's name."
"A German speaks of an Englishman as the Engländer; to change the sex, he adds inn, and that stands for Englishwoman -- Engländerinn. That seems descriptive enough, but still it is not exact enough for a German; so he precedes the word with that article which indicates that the creature to follow is feminine, and writes it down thus: "die Engländerinn," -- which means "the she-Englishwoman." I consider that that person is over-described."
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