silent scream of procrastination

it's only the second week of school and already i am 120 pages behind in the reading for my copy editing class. how can this be possible!?!

the stress of it all is affecting my sleep. as in, i can't. after going to sleep at mid-night last night i woke up at 3am having a panic attack and proceeded to do homework and clean my room until 6am when it was clearly time for breakfast. tonight's not looking so good on the sleeping front either, might have to refill that ativan prescription after all.

Where's My Snow Day?!?

It's snowing, but Emerson hasn't canceled classes yet. I'm inclined to think this means they probably won't, which makes finishing the last 60 pages of Pride and Prejudice imperative. Reading 19th Century stuff always puts me in a weird mood. I start talking like them in my head.

For example:
Mother, though it doth vext me much to inform you it appears there is a small creature dwelling on the interior of our domicile. For nearly a fortnight I have heard a peculiar scratching coming from within the wall.

Is it a bat, is it a mouse? I can't know, but it's cold outside and I'm a vegetarian. So I'm putting off calling the exterminator.

Mushroom Baby

Last night I felt sad pondering questions of life and death (duh), so to distract myself (my fav coping mechanism) I began obsessing about the material items I don't have but want (thank you capitalism!) or just things I could consume (thank you addiction!). What was first on my short list? Enough kombucha mushroom tea to never have to visit those rip off jerks at Whole Foods again.

Thanks to the generosity of a Craigslist stranger, I now sit before you, 24 short hours later, the proud owner of a big yeasty mass. I had to drive to Waban to get my schroom from a tiny Eastern European lady who's husband won't touch the stuff. Felt like I was apart of some secret society of hippies. So awesome.

I am going to combine the magic healing powers of my ginger wellness tea with kombucha--I can't wait. I'm pretty sure I've discovered the fountain of youth. Look out world, cause I'm gonna live forever. But maybe that's not good news since I tend to be chronically depressed. In any case, let the brewing begin!

PS I plan to buy the wild fermentation book and start making my own kraut too.

What Not To Do

How NOT to be an ally (or how to be the most inappropriate white person in a crowd):

1. Don't talk and laugh at a silent funeral procession protesting the siege on Gaza
2. Don't shout "Terrorists!" at a cop car full of barking police dogs, it may scare the innocent Muslim people around you (we're talking women and children here).
3. Don't hit other protesters with the giant cardboard coffin you are carrying

Yes, I did all those things today. I'm just glad I could do my part as another anti-racist white activist paving the road to hell with my good intentions.

The Twilight of My Intellect

I had all sorts of academically virtuous plans for my winter break which included reading a bunch of books on the craft of writing. But the holidays hit, bringing the inevitable hysterical breakdown, so I decided I needed a break. Since I am still the age of an adolescent girl emotionally, I knew the Twilight series would be for me. I have been loving me some vampire tales since before I could even pronounce the words repressed sexuality.

Just as Interview with the Vampire was considered a metaphor for the AIDS crisis in the 1980s, Twilight has been dubbed Mormon abstinence porn. I was enjoying it until the vampires exited stage left in the second book. Now I'm afraid to go back to school because I'm afraid Stephanie Meyer has destroyed my will to write anything other than passionate tales of unrequited love happening to improbably beautiful and skinny teen-age girls. Just like my childhood (giggle, giggle).

This is me

Making love to my macbook.
As Britney says:
"I got your crazy."

Love Like This

I have never known love like this before. My macbook pro is a sweet dream from heaven. I am so happy I finally took the plunge. Ahhhh.