My hard drive decided to die on me this morning.
I lost everything. All my music, my photos, my research, my papers, everything.
The music isnt so much of a big deal because i can just upload cds and download more tracks. While the photographs hurt, at least I have a lot of them on flicker and even on my old computer. But the research? the papers? Now that hurts. Especially because i've written about 100 pages this semester. And i've lost everything from last semester too.
And you know what kills? That i've lost the work i've done thats due this coming week. UGH.
:(
Time to email the professors...
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Holy guacamole!
It's fucking hot in Boston today! It's in the 80's and the college kids are out in their flip flops trying to brown their skin a bit and even throwing frizbee's..what the hell is that all about?? Hehe...But seriously, it's hot.
This post isn't about that though really. I'm trying to get planick. haha..brian told me this morning, "don't panick, get plan-ick!"..as in, get your shit together and start working before you waste the next two days running around like a chicken without its head.
So tonight:
1)Finish reading Lola's article on Women in and out of the public sphere
2)write commentary on article and on movie Solas
Tomorrow:
1) outline Lola's paper
Wednesday:
1)Finish Pedro paramo paper
2)Read La muerte y la doncella
Friday:
1) Work on Film paper
2) start theatre paper
Saturday:
1) Teatro paper
2)Work on pedro paramo paper presentation
3) finish film paper
Sunday:
1)finish pedro paramo paper presentation
2) finish teatro paper
3) finish film paper if necessary
4) work on scene presentation for thurs
Monday:
1)read article
2)write three commentaries this week.
Wednesday:
1) teatro paper
2) scene presentation/lines
Not bad, eh?
Alright..i best get going. class in 11 minutes. Last official discussion/lecture of my Contemporary Latin American Lit class! Sniff sniff.
This post isn't about that though really. I'm trying to get planick. haha..brian told me this morning, "don't panick, get plan-ick!"..as in, get your shit together and start working before you waste the next two days running around like a chicken without its head.
So tonight:
1)
2)
Tomorrow:
1) outline Lola's paper
Wednesday:
1)
2)
Friday:
1) Work on Film paper
2) start theatre paper
Saturday:
1) Teatro paper
2)
3) finish film paper
Sunday:
1)
2) finish teatro paper
3) finish film paper if necessary
4) work on scene presentation for thurs
Monday:
1)
2)
Wednesday:
1) teatro paper
2) scene presentation/lines
Not bad, eh?
Alright..i best get going. class in 11 minutes. Last official discussion/lecture of my Contemporary Latin American Lit class! Sniff sniff.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Huh.
How the hell did the last week go by so quickly?? I can't believe it's already been 7 days since I was rushing to get a presentation done and what not. Huh. At least I did everything I needed to do for todays class and have nothing to worry about but getting through class..then it's the weekend!
I have a lot of research I need to get done for two papers. If time permits, I'll even try and get the last couple pages done on my Pedro Paramo paper...but i won't guarantee anything since it's suppose to be gorgeous out this weekend. Yey! Sun!
Okay time to get ready...going in to school to watch Solas...Just 7 more trips to Simmons before a LOOONG summer break. :)
I have a lot of research I need to get done for two papers. If time permits, I'll even try and get the last couple pages done on my Pedro Paramo paper...but i won't guarantee anything since it's suppose to be gorgeous out this weekend. Yey! Sun!
Okay time to get ready...going in to school to watch Solas...Just 7 more trips to Simmons before a LOOONG summer break. :)
Monday, April 16, 2007
Casa de los Espiritus
..."Ella escribio, que la memoria es frágil y el transcurso de una vida es muy breve y sucede todo tan deprisa, que no alcanzamos a ver la relación entre los acontecimientos, no podemos medir la conscuencia de los actos, creemos en la ficción del tiempo, en el presente, el pasado y el futuro, pero puede ser también que todo ocurre simultáneamente, como decían las tres hermanas Mora, que eran capaces de ver en el espacio los espíritus de todas las épocas. " -- Casa de los espíritus, Isabel Allende (453).
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Sigh.
Planning your future is fucking hard. Okay, I'm not even thinking in terms of like...10 years from now. I'm only thinking about the next year or two down the road, and i'm going nuts.
Blech.
Relationships are also incredibly difficult to (re)consider. How and when do you determine if saving one is worth it?
I'm going to steal cat food from upstairs (since my cats are out), grab a snack for myself and try and get as much reading of Casa de los espiritus done tonight. Tomorrow I have to write my two commentaries ( i really should have written one today) and maybe start and finish that crafty project for Sah.
I can't believe my weekend is just about over..what happened to the last three days???
Blech.
Relationships are also incredibly difficult to (re)consider. How and when do you determine if saving one is worth it?
I'm going to steal cat food from upstairs (since my cats are out), grab a snack for myself and try and get as much reading of Casa de los espiritus done tonight. Tomorrow I have to write my two commentaries ( i really should have written one today) and maybe start and finish that crafty project for Sah.
I can't believe my weekend is just about over..what happened to the last three days???
Friday, April 06, 2007
Madrid
Holy shit.
I'm going to Madrid. I shit you not. It's almost set in stone. I have to get some paper work in, including the Simmons in Madrid application and my International Practicum App. I met and chatted with Lyndy, who's heading the program, and it's just about a for sure thing. I even got to write my name on the giant sheet of paper with the list of the other participants. I am No. 19. She seemed super excited and very nice. All I have to do this summer is take a class with her (just 3 days) at the very end of July. ANd i'm set. OOHH..
Okay, I have to get on the phone and make some calls regarding my passport. Bri's meeting me at south station around 4.30 so I have some time to kill.
YEY! :)
I'm going to Madrid. I shit you not. It's almost set in stone. I have to get some paper work in, including the Simmons in Madrid application and my International Practicum App. I met and chatted with Lyndy, who's heading the program, and it's just about a for sure thing. I even got to write my name on the giant sheet of paper with the list of the other participants. I am No. 19. She seemed super excited and very nice. All I have to do this summer is take a class with her (just 3 days) at the very end of July. ANd i'm set. OOHH..
Okay, I have to get on the phone and make some calls regarding my passport. Bri's meeting me at south station around 4.30 so I have some time to kill.
YEY! :)
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Mellon Collie
Champion passed away on Feb 14th, I was a lil' 7th grade at Burbank Middle School. He was the only dog I had grown up with. We had pictures of the two of us as lil' babies together. After he died, my family and I waited a few months before we even thought about getting another pup to fill the void that Champ had left.
It was around the time that I was obsessed by music, and in particular the Smashing Pumpkins. Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness was on heavy rotation in my discman, mixed in with the Cure, the perfect soundtrack to an moody teenager's life. I got it in my head that the next dog we were to get had to be named Mellon Collie after such a great album, of course. My parents and I took several trips to the Pasadena Humane Society (who always treated Champ well when he was picked up by them) to browse the doggies. I remember my parents being fixated on a lil' german shepard pup. I guess they wanted another dog just like Champion, who was a german shepard/doberman mix. But I..I had my eye on a different little puppy. He was in one of the larger kennels with three other puppies, two boys and one girl. I remember he had chocolate colored fur and he was incredibly wrinkly. When I sat on the little bench in front of the kennel, he came right up to me, and I couldn't help but fall in love with his sad looking wrinkly face. I thought, "this is my mellon collie." We left that day without a puppy, in order to think over our options. My parents still wanted the german shepard, but I had my heart set on the labrador/hound mix. When we returned the next day, the german shepard pup didn't make it. Turns out he had kennel cold and passed away. I took it as a sign and pleaded my lil' Mellon Collies case to my parents. Before I knew it, we were in an office meeting with an adoption counselor and socializing with the cute wrinkly puppy. I remember how strange it felt to have to socialize with a pet, and when I went to adopt my own cats from PHSSPCA, I actually was able to appreciate these "socializing" meetings. Its a good way to make sure the pet and the possible owner are a good match for each other. Heh, it was funny, but we even had to bring my great grandmother in to meet the dog.
I remember the day Mellon Collie first came home. He seemed so happy to be able to stretch his lil' legs and just wouldn't stop running around what must of seen like the biggest yard ever to him. He still wouldn't go up on our porch, and I had to spend a few days coaxing him up the steps with dog food and treats. There were other times when I would enjoy the summer day and roll around in the grass with him. I was the one would insisted we get a brush so i could brush his belly and he loved it. I remember once he humped my friend Doogie, and all I could was laugh my ass off while she screamed at me to get him off of her. And the time we got him the new house a couple years ago, who was it that crawled into it to show him it was okay? Me. I would lay on his new dog beds to help him break them in. I insisted we take him to the vet when his eye was swollen shut. And this last time, when he stopped eating and kept gagging. It was me who sat in the back of the Highlander holding onto him and trying to keep him calm.
I wish I had been able to walk him, but ever since he was a little puppy that seemed to be such a difficult task, for any of us! That first summer we adopted Mellon, I would take him out for walks around the neighborhood, especially when I found out this boy I had a crush on lived a couple blocks down. These walks were never quite as relaxing and cool as I had hoped for. Usually it involved me holding onto his leash for dear life and running instead of walking. In one particular walk, when said boy was out on his porch, I came running down the hill screaming to Mellon to stop and slow down, but he wouldn't. And before I knew it, Mellons quick maneuvering around trees and street meters was too good for me, and I literally ran into a tree, but I didn't let go of the leash and that was my biggest concern. That was the end of the solo walks with the pup.
The leash was saved for special ocassions when the family would take hikes up the trails by the house. The first time he went swimming in the pond was pretty hilarious too. He didn't quite know what to make of the water, and after a second or two, ended up doing the doggie paddle and swam right back to us. The next few times, the water wasn't as scary to him.
For most of his life, Mellon was such a good puppy when it came to not leaving the yard. It was only in his old age that he became fascinated by the world outside of our yard, and whenever the gate was opened just a crack, he would bolt. Running up and down the street, coming in for water and running right back out. We're lucky he was never hit by a car. Oh, and if anyone tried to run after him, he would bolt in the other direction. There was one time in particular that I remember being terrified we'd enver see him again. It was a rainy evening. My dad had just picked me up from UCLA and I was feeling pretty depressed, as I did most of that winter quarter. I saw that Mellon had bolted for the stairs up the hill that lead to, well, the trails. I ran up the stairs, even though it was pouring because I remember hearing once that dogs who get out when it rains can't find their way home because their scent is washed away. I panicked, and followed him calling his name, even though that i knew in the past that usually made it worse. I walked back to the house soaked and terrified that I would never see my not so wrinkly puppy again. He came home, and in once piece.
I gotta say, Mellon was like the best fucking dog ever. He was sweet. Loving, and amazing. I wish I had been able to spend more time with him and I hope that he knew how much we all loved and cared for him. I wish I had been able to do more for him the last month of his life.
It was around the time that I was obsessed by music, and in particular the Smashing Pumpkins. Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness was on heavy rotation in my discman, mixed in with the Cure, the perfect soundtrack to an moody teenager's life. I got it in my head that the next dog we were to get had to be named Mellon Collie after such a great album, of course. My parents and I took several trips to the Pasadena Humane Society (who always treated Champ well when he was picked up by them) to browse the doggies. I remember my parents being fixated on a lil' german shepard pup. I guess they wanted another dog just like Champion, who was a german shepard/doberman mix. But I..I had my eye on a different little puppy. He was in one of the larger kennels with three other puppies, two boys and one girl. I remember he had chocolate colored fur and he was incredibly wrinkly. When I sat on the little bench in front of the kennel, he came right up to me, and I couldn't help but fall in love with his sad looking wrinkly face. I thought, "this is my mellon collie." We left that day without a puppy, in order to think over our options. My parents still wanted the german shepard, but I had my heart set on the labrador/hound mix. When we returned the next day, the german shepard pup didn't make it. Turns out he had kennel cold and passed away. I took it as a sign and pleaded my lil' Mellon Collies case to my parents. Before I knew it, we were in an office meeting with an adoption counselor and socializing with the cute wrinkly puppy. I remember how strange it felt to have to socialize with a pet, and when I went to adopt my own cats from PHSSPCA, I actually was able to appreciate these "socializing" meetings. Its a good way to make sure the pet and the possible owner are a good match for each other. Heh, it was funny, but we even had to bring my great grandmother in to meet the dog.
I remember the day Mellon Collie first came home. He seemed so happy to be able to stretch his lil' legs and just wouldn't stop running around what must of seen like the biggest yard ever to him. He still wouldn't go up on our porch, and I had to spend a few days coaxing him up the steps with dog food and treats. There were other times when I would enjoy the summer day and roll around in the grass with him. I was the one would insisted we get a brush so i could brush his belly and he loved it. I remember once he humped my friend Doogie, and all I could was laugh my ass off while she screamed at me to get him off of her. And the time we got him the new house a couple years ago, who was it that crawled into it to show him it was okay? Me. I would lay on his new dog beds to help him break them in. I insisted we take him to the vet when his eye was swollen shut. And this last time, when he stopped eating and kept gagging. It was me who sat in the back of the Highlander holding onto him and trying to keep him calm.
I wish I had been able to walk him, but ever since he was a little puppy that seemed to be such a difficult task, for any of us! That first summer we adopted Mellon, I would take him out for walks around the neighborhood, especially when I found out this boy I had a crush on lived a couple blocks down. These walks were never quite as relaxing and cool as I had hoped for. Usually it involved me holding onto his leash for dear life and running instead of walking. In one particular walk, when said boy was out on his porch, I came running down the hill screaming to Mellon to stop and slow down, but he wouldn't. And before I knew it, Mellons quick maneuvering around trees and street meters was too good for me, and I literally ran into a tree, but I didn't let go of the leash and that was my biggest concern. That was the end of the solo walks with the pup.
The leash was saved for special ocassions when the family would take hikes up the trails by the house. The first time he went swimming in the pond was pretty hilarious too. He didn't quite know what to make of the water, and after a second or two, ended up doing the doggie paddle and swam right back to us. The next few times, the water wasn't as scary to him.
For most of his life, Mellon was such a good puppy when it came to not leaving the yard. It was only in his old age that he became fascinated by the world outside of our yard, and whenever the gate was opened just a crack, he would bolt. Running up and down the street, coming in for water and running right back out. We're lucky he was never hit by a car. Oh, and if anyone tried to run after him, he would bolt in the other direction. There was one time in particular that I remember being terrified we'd enver see him again. It was a rainy evening. My dad had just picked me up from UCLA and I was feeling pretty depressed, as I did most of that winter quarter. I saw that Mellon had bolted for the stairs up the hill that lead to, well, the trails. I ran up the stairs, even though it was pouring because I remember hearing once that dogs who get out when it rains can't find their way home because their scent is washed away. I panicked, and followed him calling his name, even though that i knew in the past that usually made it worse. I walked back to the house soaked and terrified that I would never see my not so wrinkly puppy again. He came home, and in once piece.
I gotta say, Mellon was like the best fucking dog ever. He was sweet. Loving, and amazing. I wish I had been able to spend more time with him and I hope that he knew how much we all loved and cared for him. I wish I had been able to do more for him the last month of his life.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Cafe Tacuba
mmm..I really want to go see Cafeta this July at the Hollywood Bowl. There's only a slight problem. Michi and Carlos (peeps I would be going to see them with) are off in China for the next 9 months. Anyone want to go see them with me? Or wouldn't mind me tagging along with them??
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Yawn.
After waking up several times very early in the morning, I finally scared myself awake when I saw that the clock on the cable box read 10:00. Oof. I had wanted to be at the gym by 10, and now its 21 minutes later, and I'm still sitting here, half ready to go.
Its not that I'm lazy or not feeling it today. After last nights tragic lost against Florida, and other mind dwellings, I really wanted to go for a run, but it was past 11 pm and I knew it was far too late for me to walk by myself to the gym. Bummer.
I'm waiting for Brians parents to leave to the driving range alread..I've heard them "getting ready" (arguing) for the past hour or so, I'm assuming they'll be leaving any minute now so i can finish getting ready and get my ass to the gym so that I can look good this summer while i'm sunbathing. hehe
Sigh.
My to-do list for this weekend was significantly shorter than the past couple of weeks and today is a day to focus on writing. Thi is all that I have left:
1) Commentaries on movie and article
2) Webct posting for 514 and 532
3) Begin drafting Pedro Paramo paper.
Now this last one sucks becuase i've yet to actually get a SPANISH copy of the book. Just an english one that I stole from my sisters colelctions when i was in high school. Great. While Inter-library loan has been really good about delivering me the million and one articles i've requested, it's slacking ont he books, and as of last week because of it's high volumning of requests, was only going to process 5 requests per patron. WHAT THE HELL! Granted, I probably flooded them with requests, this just blows me away. First, Simmons library sucks ass. Then Prof Shaw wants us to share our books with each other (fat chance, walter. I don't trust those undergrads with giving me the books back when i need them, or better yet, i don't even know when i'll really crack down and use my books, so i'm not giving them up, especially since i didnt wait til the last last minute to do my research.) and then ILL tells me they'll only do 5 request at a time. Do they not realise I have 3 papers I'm concurrently working and researching for? Bitches. :;shakes head::
Well that was a good rant.
Unfortunately it does nothing for me getting to the gym any sooner.
So europe has been canned from this summers plans. I was willing to sacrifice the lil' financial stability i have to make the trip, but my friend is flat broke (and hell, so am i) so we've decided on a much wiser and still fun destination for our summer vacation: Mexico. The plan is to visit Brina down in DF and explore the city for a few days and then roadtrip it to the beaches in Oaxaca and in the Yucatan and maybe visit some quaint colonial cities. We'll be there for a couple of weeks, maybe a little bit more if Axel can swing the extra vacation time. I'm excited. I haven't been to Mexico since I was 17! So this should be fun.
Okay, thats it. I'm venturing out. I can wait no longer.
Its not that I'm lazy or not feeling it today. After last nights tragic lost against Florida, and other mind dwellings, I really wanted to go for a run, but it was past 11 pm and I knew it was far too late for me to walk by myself to the gym. Bummer.
I'm waiting for Brians parents to leave to the driving range alread..I've heard them "getting ready" (arguing) for the past hour or so, I'm assuming they'll be leaving any minute now so i can finish getting ready and get my ass to the gym so that I can look good this summer while i'm sunbathing. hehe
Sigh.
My to-do list for this weekend was significantly shorter than the past couple of weeks and today is a day to focus on writing. Thi is all that I have left:
1) Commentaries on movie and article
2) Webct posting for 514 and 532
3) Begin drafting Pedro Paramo paper.
Now this last one sucks becuase i've yet to actually get a SPANISH copy of the book. Just an english one that I stole from my sisters colelctions when i was in high school. Great. While Inter-library loan has been really good about delivering me the million and one articles i've requested, it's slacking ont he books, and as of last week because of it's high volumning of requests, was only going to process 5 requests per patron. WHAT THE HELL! Granted, I probably flooded them with requests, this just blows me away. First, Simmons library sucks ass. Then Prof Shaw wants us to share our books with each other (fat chance, walter. I don't trust those undergrads with giving me the books back when i need them, or better yet, i don't even know when i'll really crack down and use my books, so i'm not giving them up, especially since i didnt wait til the last last minute to do my research.) and then ILL tells me they'll only do 5 request at a time. Do they not realise I have 3 papers I'm concurrently working and researching for? Bitches. :;shakes head::
Well that was a good rant.
Unfortunately it does nothing for me getting to the gym any sooner.
So europe has been canned from this summers plans. I was willing to sacrifice the lil' financial stability i have to make the trip, but my friend is flat broke (and hell, so am i) so we've decided on a much wiser and still fun destination for our summer vacation: Mexico. The plan is to visit Brina down in DF and explore the city for a few days and then roadtrip it to the beaches in Oaxaca and in the Yucatan and maybe visit some quaint colonial cities. We'll be there for a couple of weeks, maybe a little bit more if Axel can swing the extra vacation time. I'm excited. I haven't been to Mexico since I was 17! So this should be fun.
Okay, thats it. I'm venturing out. I can wait no longer.
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