January 2012
68 posts
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philosofly asked: Holy cow! Congratulations!!!!!
Dear Ms. Ludewig:
I’m writing with what I hope you will experience as very good news: you have been accepted into the doctoral program in English-Rhetoric and Composition at the University of Louisville. Congratulations!
Holy Shit. One of my first choices. Seriously. The only thing at the Ph.D. level is Rhet/Comp. It’s their THING. Accepted with funding. This. Is. My. Week.
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Great day: Good discussion with landlord, awesome deal on new car insurance policy, played with kitty, did dishes (so, so many dishes), dropped off recycling, picked up things at WM, bought new work pants and new hot-date-jeans, did laundry, went to Kroger, got gas, unloaded everything and put it away, got dressed for hot date.
Then… No hot-date. My belated birthday dinner with cop friend...
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WOO! My landlord called me at 8:45 this morning and we had a good long talk about my noisy neighbors and it ended with her saying “I’m not sure what our official standpoint is here yet, but I’m going to do everything I can to deal with this in such a way that we won’t be dealing with it again… If you know what I’m saying…” I’m SO glad Drew...
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whoa. only a few minutes into the assassination of jesse james (yeah, i didn’t get to it when i thought i would) and the scene where they’re waiting in the woods with bags over their faces just gave me the fuckin’ creeps. big time.
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Apparently my landlord’s office was closed today, but the answering service they use didn’t actually tell me I was leaving messages with an answering service until the third time I called. I was really looking forward to venting about the many complaints I have and to describe last night’s extremely disrespectful event, but now I have to wait. I am sleep-deprived, hungry, and...
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I wrote out all my anger into a very reasonable and well-written letter that I *probably* won’t drop in their mailbox and it helped me get to sleep, but not until amost 6am. It seems they’d like to engage in a battle over who is supposed to be inconvenienced in apartment living in a college town. Hate to say it, but if I’m already wearing earplugs every night, it’s time...
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And they decided to wrap things up with obnoxiously loud revenge sex in their living room (above where I sleep) instead of in their bedroom (above where I don’t sleep). NICE.
I’m really curious how they’re doing it because it sounds like simultaneously moving furniture, using an ab-roller and watching bad porn. That must take talent.
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GAH! FACE-TO-FACE RUN IN WITH NEIGHBORS LEFT ME UNABLE TO UNWIND OR SLEEP. NO ONE IS AWAKE BUT ME. GAH!
(afterward i got to hear them discuss how i’m a bitch who needs to learn to live with noise in a college town. all i want to do is scream at them. definitely cannot sleep. all i can think about are the angry speeches that keep popping up in my head.)
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Neighbor 1: (shouting) I totally just found out I wasn't pregnant!
Neighbor's Friend: (shouting) Me too!
Neighbor 1: (shouting) Except I knew I wasn't pregnant 'cause I'm smarter than that! Girl, if you ever need to fall down a flight of stairs I have a good set right here! I'd push you any day. Just say the word!
(raucous laughter from all present--except me)
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I think I’ve mentioned this before, but my upstairs neighbors SUCK. They are DOUCHE BAGS. They stomp, they slam doors, they have friends with huge lab dogs that come over and play. All of their friends stomp up and down the stairs without fail. They constantly shout over one another and they never. Sit. Still. I hear them talk about how much weed they smoke and how much they love...
Inadvertently stumbling onto the OkCupid page of someone you know: Priceless! Time to walk away from the cheesy dating website for the night! [still laughing]
“The beauty of things must be that they end.”
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via honeyforthehomeless)
Its Jason Segel's Birthday
sisyphean-life:
AND IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! WIN!
Today.
Is my birthday. I am 25. And it was a great birthday. I met midnight UN-alone, I saw old students, I met new students, I started a course in something I thought I hated, I was praised profusely by the adviser I feel like I’ve disappointed so many times, I talked to family, I saw friends, I was treated to an outrageous dinner full of loud, obnoxious, excited conversation and laughter, I...
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Holy crap, it’s a beautiful day! I am no longer dying of tonsillitis, it’s sunny outside, seeing friends tomorrow, I have awesome pets, my apartment is looking a little more grown up (it’s also pretty clean), starting one last semester of Master’s work Tuesday, mentally preparing for a whirlwind 8 weeks of thesis insanity… Did I mention that it’s sunny...
Bidwill Hunting: What Moving On Is Like →
cbids:
Excerpts by a Thought Catalog writer What Moving On Is Like JAN. 11, 2012
By STEPHANIE GEORGOPULOS
“Moving on is not like a birthday, you can’t count down the hours ‘til it arrives and you can’t mark it on a calendar and you can’t call up your friends to help you…
Ah, the weepy-sappy moments that come at the bottom of one’s second mint julep. Thank goodness David Gray wrote several albums that serve as adequate soundtracks for such moments.
Side note: The big 2-5 this week. Weird!
Kuntian philosophy
shitmystudentswrite:
If your girlfriend were to ask Kant how she looked, Kant would be a cunt and say ‘You do not look good’ instead of lying.
The ol' standby
shitmystudentswrite:
A second function of families is to have the same partner for sexual activity. People like to have a go-to person for their romantic pleasures.
“She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And...”
– Monique Duval (via onlyhappythings)
idratherbesailing replied to your post: I might have strep throat so the doctor put me on…
Aw! Hope you feel better!
What’s weird is I only had a mildly sore throat and some ear pain this morning, but there were white spots so I went to the doctor just in case. I felt better before I took the medicine. That’s messed up!
I might have strep throat so the doctor put me on penicillin… I feel weeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiirrrd. I’m kind of tingly and jello-y all over and feel kind of weak. My head’s all foggy. And here I was planning to drink a bottle of wine and cook dinner with Jes tonight…. lesigh. Alcohol is probably a bad idea. Poo.
Applying to Graduate School
philosofly:
ninjaruski:
hollovv:
Open graduate school application
Stare at said application
Get tired thinking about it
Move to different internet window
Make useless post
If you don’t do this during the application cycle for graduate school, you’re not doing it right.
Yup… Most of my vacation, right here.
…Sounds about right.
