Sunday, October 26, 2003

Last night, I went to go see the lovely rendition of Fiddler on the Roof that was put on by the college. And it was amazing. The sets, the costumes, the actors...while not a "professional" production, it was damn close. The only letdown was the guy who played the lead. He was rather weak, and at times, I felt like he was just reciting lines he'd read from somewhere with absolutely NO charisma.

Plus, the sound just went...weird...when he tried to sing. Oh, and he tried. In vain.

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

The next band I'm in? I've already got the name picked out -- CRUNCHY LIKE STYROFOAM.


Well, THIS will make you feel damn old...

Remember when keyboards had cent signs?

Millsaps does the darndest thing -- they help to co-host the Southern Circuit Film Festival, and we get some of the wierdest (and best!) independent films available as a part of this little shinding.

Last night, for example, we had a screening of The American Astronaut, and it...was...amazing. I liked the darn thing so much I bought the soundtrack. I'm listening to it right now, while waiting for my brain to explode.



The Matrix Reloaded comes out on DVD today. [insert pure apathy here]


Monday, October 13, 2003

Forget the idea of an essay as part of the Admissions process -- I am now a staunch advocate the idea of a mandatory psychological screening for incoming students.

In the last day or two, let's see -- we've gotten reports of strippers, pot-bellied pigs, and drunken first-year students standing on the lawns of the fraternity houses screaming that the men in the fraternities "don't know how to treat women right."

PLUS...there is the added advantage of the lovely story of one of my residents coming to see me, claiming that their roommate is doing drugs, and that she confiscated some of the paraphanelia. "Great," thinks I. "This day is turning out to live up to the ideal of a Monday the 13th." So, I see the baggie containing the drug-related material. It includes: (a) a bottle cap from Michelob Lite, (b) a tube used for yeast infections, and (c) something that smells an awful lot like cranberry potpourri.

I'm just looking for the hidden cameras now. My life makes utterly no sense. *sigh*

Sunday, October 12, 2003

Squirrel hazing is a terrible crime, and the victims go unmourned year after year.

The madness must end.

(Really...some of my students would be THIS weird...)
Clearly, I am not well enough to begin my Yoga practicing again, as I just fell flat on my face. Literally. Ker-splat and all that jazz.

I'm just going to get some water now, and then begin the morning routine. Sans exercise.

Saturday, October 11, 2003

And thus didst Computer Services fixeth mine PC so that I might post upon yon Blog upon the end of weeks...

Currently, I'm listening to Ohio from Over the Rhine (GO. BUY. IT. NOW.) while sorting through several boxes of comic books. I'm about to begin a HUGE round of sell-offs at ebay to either (a) go for that "minimalist" lifestyle I've always wanted, or (b) help to pay off the national debt/medical bills I have.

Oh -- and I would say that I'm holding down my breakfast and lunch, but I haven't eaten yet. :)

Friday, October 10, 2003

Much to the chagrin of my staff, the amazement of my co-workers, and the annoyance of my physician, my happy arse is sitting in my office right now.

I shan't be here all day,'s a start.

Oh, and apparently my PC has been repaired, so I can email from home again. Joyous. Now I get to go back to working 24/7, 365...

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Still reeling from a day that defied all logic.


Everyone, go pet some small fuzzy animal. I hear that helps...

Monday, October 06, 2003

It is raining outside.

The Kava House is out of House Blend Starbucks (TM) coffee.

...welcome to Monday, kids. The sledgehammer is in the corner. Let's all take turns playing "Whack-a-Sonny."


In news of a lesser suckage, I found a still-sealed copy of Over the Rhine's Till We Have Faces CD (on the IRS label!!) at the local Border's. Yes, this is a good thing, troglodytes.

Saturday, October 04, 2003

Today, I proctored the LSAT and had a cup of Chai Tea. These were the highlights of the day.

...somewhere, someone is now shaking their head at my pathetic existence (hi, mom).

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

Tonight is the season premiere of Angel. It is in all likelihood the last season of Angel.

I have a bottle of Cabernet sitting at home with David Boreanaz's name on it. Tomorrow, I will probably have an hangover with David Boreanaz's name on it, the bastich.


Okay, we're still nine days away from a full moon, yet the first year students here have decided to go ahead and get all lycanthropic on me.

Last night, I got a call about a cat fight. An honest-to-goodness, hair-tearing, face-scratching, tooth-biting cat fight. Between two women who -- as of two weeks ago -- were ready to declare war on each other. The best part is that when each were asked separately if they wanted to move, they both said "no." They both agreed they'd try to get along.

Yeah. THAT really worked.


...and a shout-out to Lane. What up, yo?