What does it mean to be a cow?

answer: no freaking clue.
moral of the story: don't take philosophy
The whole cow question relates to legitmate philosophical things but I couldn't explain them to you. Let's just say I'm bashing my head into the wall because I can't wrap my head around what makes a cow a cow. That, and Aristotle is the hardest thing ever to read.

In fact, however, one knows that of  which one has grasped and still possesses the demonstration , and the demonstration one has grasped is not about whatever one knows to be a triangle or a number , but about every number or triangle without qualification; for a premiss is not taken to say that what you know to be a triangle or rectangle is so and so, but, on the contrary is taken to apply to every case

                    -Posterior Analytics

But no more whining. I'm in the Harry Potter room of the library (not an actual Harry Potter room , it just look like Gryffindor's common room) pretending to do work so everything is pretty good at the moment.

I also got a job as a lifeguard so I'm on my way to fiscal responsibility and less college debt. On the downside, work in general sucks.

I just got back from break which was nice. I'm now ready for winter break. What I miss most about home is not the family or the food or the not showering without shoes. I miss TCM. Even with my film class I'm going through serious movie withdrawal. And to make matters worse my family deleted my carefully built DVR collection of classic cinema. I was heart broken. However I quickly restarted it with His Girl Friday. If you haven't seen it go jump off a bridge and then go buy a copy and watch.



OMG YOU DON'T HAVE TO BUY IT! In the process of trying to find a clip that accurately portrayed its wonderfulness I found out they have the entire movie on hulu!!!!! WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS!! They have other classics too and I am super excited.

Meanwhile a prank war has started and I love the paranoid mayhem. My roomies bed got moved to the stairwell, doors have been saranwrapped, entire rooms switched and, my personal favorite, rasturbations of creepy pics hung up in people's rooms. I can't wait to see whats next.

It turns out that I'm a super boring person and don't actually have that much to blog about but I will try to be more regular. Key word here is try. To distract you from my failure as a blogger here are pics of the whasian.

 She just keeps getting cuter and cuter.


Oh here's couple songs I can't stop listening... enjoy!








fun fact: Darren Criss's brother is in this band.

4th Floor Cauthen aka Cauthendor aka Cauthappella

 

I’m finally writing a substantial post!!!! I should be doing doing the vast amount of reading for film class (yes, I actually have to do shit for my film class… wtf right?), and while I’m on the topic Citizen Kane is a pretty amazing movie when its been analyzed to the core. Still not my fave but I can appreciate it.

The title of this post refers to my dorm. I’m room 444 on the 4th floor, which I think is pretty awesome. The whole 4th floor and the guys from 2nd floor are actually pretty freaking sweet. We have dance parties outside our dorm and sing-alongs (hence Cauthappella). Our specialty is Wonderwall. We’re gonna be big.

3rd floor Cauthen on the other hand sucks. They don’t talk to people and all they do is study and get angry when people try to be nice and sociable.

We also have the laundry room and air conditioning.  woot.

So college is pretty  awesome. I miss home sometimes but the whole independence things rocks. Class still sucks but the weekends make up for it. My philosophy class is awesome because the professor looks incredibly philosophical. He is old and peruvian and most importantly BEARDED.

Skip to 3:50 and that’s him.

He is basically a skinnier version of Socrates. And he is wickedly smart. Other classes include plant bio, intro to social psych, Spanish and the aforesaid film class. You could look at my schedule in two ways… total slacker courses or exploring a wide variety of interests. I am actually going to argue for easy courses first semester. It gives you more time to acclimate and meet people etc.etc. Plus who wants to work. (I’m actually not that lazy. I did my psych reading at the gym… on an elliptical!)

i joined the outdoors club but we haven’t done anything yet and I’m also thinking about adopting a gran-friend. I feel like old people and I have a lot in common. We could talk about Al Jolson and Charlie Chaplin and whatnot and complain about today’s youth.

This just makes me ridiculously happy…

Anyway its almost 1 and I have to get up at 7, walk across campus, and somehow get through Spanish… GOOOOOOD NIGHT!

fatty fatty friend party

Really quick post because i have to go to my first class soon! We had an impromptu rave party in the lounge complete with strobe lights but the RAs shut that down quick. (POPO SHUT US DOWN DOWN). But then we all went outside and played a speed dating game to get to know our hall. Then my roomie and me hosted a fatty fatty friend party with some of our hallmates. Good bonding experience. Anyway I promise a more detailed post when I have the time. And excuse typos.

first day/morning of college

Well I'm officially a college student. I even have my first party under my belt, and it was HUGE. Pretty much everybody showed up at Wertland.  Moving in was not fun but we got it done. The rents took forever to leave. My dorm is actually more spacious than I thought and all around nicer than I thought it would be too. Hall meetings happened etc. I think it was a pretty typical first day. And this is a pretty boring/short post because I'm tired. I'll post more when something interesting happens.

College? When the hell did this happen?

I don't think its hit me that I will be in college in less than 72 hours. Not even the last day of work high, the torturous round of college shopping with my mother or the goodbye hangouts with people, have made me feel things. And you're suppposed to feel stuff when major steps in your life are taken right? Maybe the part of the brain that gives me emotions is defective. Or maybe I supress everything. But that would be emo and stupid. Maybe its from living with a nuerotic mother who freaks out over everything that I just don't see the point in make a big deal out of things. Ugh now I'm getting introspective and boring. Eff it, let's listen toWarren Zevon...




I got pants yesterday. I had to explain to my mother that jeggings were a combination of jeans and leggings.  Usually I avoid teeny bop trends spawned by mindless corporations who think that mashing two words together will make the brainwashed masses feel less brainwashed and more edgy. But holy crap they are comfortable. Like really comfortable. However, I am still going to protest on principle by referring to them as my really tight comfy pants.

Well the mother is complaining about my dirty room, so I am going to go clean and then decide which books to bring to college. This will be difficult.

Oh and I got my cartilage pierced. Thanks Mary!

In Like Flynn

I started educating the midget brother in the wonders of classic film. Movie of choice: 1938's The Adventures of Robin Hood with Errol Flynn. I figured the sword fights and the manliness of the whole thing would appeal. And oh man, is it manly.



I wish straight men still wore tights. And I wish people still used the word swashbuckling on a regular basis.

Also today, while still in the swashbuckling spirit of things, I practiced archery with midget brother. I need a lot of practice. However I did manage to hit the target on four separate occasions. And, as an added bonus, nothing was broken/hurt.

In the literature part of my life, which is squeezed somewhere between work, swim lessons, and college stuff, I finished The Man Who Was Thursday, which I actually really liked. I'm still getting my head around it. It goes from  trippy to really exciting and then really trippy with an insanely ambiguous ending, but it left me with a literary high. Assuming I have the time, I'm planning a reread and I'll probably check out some of his other stuff.

My music life right now is pretty dull. I am stuck listening to 99.5 and 98.7 ALL DAY. It's terrible. I could go into a rant about it but it'd take too long and I'm too lazy. The only relief I get is when one of the guards plays "Amie" by Pure Prairie League. It's seriously a godsend after listening to "I wanna be a billionaire" or "Undo it" for the 12th freaking time. The only way to get "In my Head" out of my head is put on my Grateful Dead mix and veg out.

To finish this post off ere is a selection from what I call the Work Recovery playlist


DEADHEAD


My favorite irish band even though they are all butt ugly


My favorite australian singer


My second fave australian band and a tribute to Errol Flynn!! They are butt ugly too... even when they do the slo mo run on the beach.

severus snape and 60s garage punk

Today was pretty good. Taught some kiddies to swim. Closed out a bank account. Learned where my driver's license number was. Watched my mother descend into more Obama/apocolyptic paranoia - Glenn Beck was on. Got yelled at about the state of my soul but I saw a guy on a unicycle so it evened out.

I also googled "obscure 60's music" which led me to the following...

Is that Slytherin's locket I see? Apparently Severus Snape had a band. Seriously though. Its not just the hair or the black clothes. Look at the lyrics...


I got me a complication
And it's an only child --- HARRY
Concernin' my reputation
As something more than wild --- OBVIOUS REFERENCE TO BEING A DEATH EATER
I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
Have to hide my face
Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace ----GUILT

I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
I'll stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides to gone ----  HIS PROBLEMS OPENING UP ABOUT LILY

My social life's a dud
My name is really mud ---- REFERENCE TO HOW NO ONE LIKES HIM
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size

Can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me --- HE NEVER TALKS ABOUT HIS ISSUES
Seems to be
What everybody has
Against me
Oh, oh, all right

Here's the situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size
Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk

By a very small stretch of the imagination I could see a young, just-turned-good-but-still-super-angsty, Snape in tight clothes starting a band. J.K. Rowling, go write the prequel.


And let's just take a moment here to celebrate my figuring out how to embed things.


and to finish this post off....
MORE PICS OF THE ADORABLE WHASIAN!!

he's just an excitable boy

Excerpt from "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon"

Jimmy Watchel: The album was Stand in the Fire, which was an amazing album. At that show, I went to the bathroom at the Roxy and Tom Waits and John Belushi were wrestling on the floor of the bathroom. Over what I don't know.

So I'm on a huge Warren Zevon kick. Again. Honestly, how can you blame me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eUsSXXc8wU
(couldn't figure out how to embed the video even with instructions... IT WON'T PASTE!!)

It irks me greatly that people only know about him because Kid Rock mashed Werewolves of London with Sweet Home Alabama into a thoroughly mediocre song. And then they only know about Werewolves and that doesn't even begin to touch on his genius, and believe me, he was a freaking poet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwqOLprj8VY

And he wrote the only song that I can remember ever making me cry...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTIfLTbKhhM

He was awesome and everyone else should know how awesome he is. Today alone, he got me through college job searching, resume writing, and a 40 minute car ride with my mother, which included her laying into her horn for about a minute... twice... at the same guy. Admittedly he had cut her off pretty bad, but he flashed a peace sign after the first lay in with the horn so I really don't think he deserved the second. She even liked one of his songs which was ironic because a couple days ago she flipped a shit about his bio I'm reading.

Obejection 1: He was an alcoholic druggie.
Rebuttle: No duh... he was a rock star. I'll just pretend drugs and alcohol don't exist and listen to Anne Murray and go to church every day and think about unicorns. Oh wait unicorns are evil.

Objection 2: The title- "I'll Sleep when I'm Dead" implies the non existence of an afterlife which implies the nonexistence of God.
Rebuttle: Befuddlement


Whasian Update: She's still super cute. And I got to feed her today. :)

whasians are awesome

CHARLOTTE IS HERE!!!!! I know my auntie bias might be showing a little bit, but that is one cute whasian baby. She was born at 4:02 yesterday and weighs 8 pounds exactly.

That's all thats really going on in my life, besides work, blegh. And on that note Summerwood is the official Crystal Aquatics Pool of the Week!! Actually its not official, but Jenny the super supervisor pretty much confirmed it. Basically, we're the best. And for being the best we get a gift certificate to go out to eat as a staff. Now there is incentive for you. (SARCASM)

In other news I watched half of Forest Gump today, which reminded me of the time last June, when I was on vacation in Florida with the Asian friend and we went to the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company Restaurant. Not only did I win the Forest Gump trivia game, do the forest gump dance and recieve a "stupid is as stupid does pin," but the waiter said I was adorable and gave me some extra purple mardi gra beads. Yes, this would have been totally creepy, except I knew I would never see him again. And they get paid to be creepy nice so its not actually creepy. Okay its creepy, but in the totally fun kinda way. Like strangers giving unposioned candy to children just to be nice or the homeless guys with weird signs.

Yup, good trip.

And this was also I good post. I figured out how to get pictures in! All by myself!!

Lotti Dotti We Likes to Party

Well now isn't this exciting. I officially have a blog. For this you have the short, snarky, indian friend to thank. She said it was super easy to get a blog. She was a) lying or b) drastically overestimating my computer-using abilities. I lean towards the second option because it took me a solid 10 minutes to figure out the "new post" button was how you post stuff. However, you can't trust short people.

Anyway a couple hours ago my big brother's wife's water broke! I'm going to be an aunt for the first time! It's a girl and her name will be Charlotte (I'm pretending its a tribute to Charlotte Bronte and to Victorian Lit in general). I was talking about her today with my supervisor Jenny , and she mentioned how few ways there were to shorten Charlotte. To this I suggested that she could go by Lottie. My supervisor then started singing the 80s hip hop party song Lotti Dotti by Doug E. Fresh and Slick Rick. I really like my supervisor. And bad 80s hip hop. Sorry Charlotte for pinning a nickname on you from a truly awesomely awful song. (I'd post the song but I don't know how to copy links into entries yet.)

Well now I'm going to go to sleep and hopefully wake up an auntie. Goodbye to my nonexistent as of yet followers.