state of me

Jul. 4th, 2011 11:47 pm
fufumira: (ooh!)
Happy Fourth.

Since graduating, I spent a little while wallowing while trying to figure out the whole having to find a new job thing. This may have been aided slightly by my totally totaling my brother's car during a freak June rainstorm. I'm okay, he has a new, better car, but it was very dramatic and stressful. Eventually, I landed bass ackwards in a weird temp job that is many hours and lots of ambiguity. It's only fourty hours a week, but the commute was upwards of an hour and a half which made everything very tired all the time. 

Today we spent an hour sitting on our lawn eating ice cream and listening to explosions. It was nice. Hopefully we'll get more use out of our lawn (we got free sod, installed it ourselves in like 8 hours the week after graduation) as our neighbors are loud, annoying and numerous. They insist on congregating on their driveway which abuts our fence and yelling their heads off. I'm not sure what the polite way to ask them to go to their own backyard is, so we have said nothing as of yet. 

I may actually resume posting (I know, promises, promises) now that I'm out of school.

Finite

May. 25th, 2011 05:16 pm
fufumira: (old school)
So it's over. Graduated with my little bit o' paper. Of course, the little bit of paper probably just leads to more bits of paper if I want to really work in my field, but whatever. That's for later. Did the whole funny cap and gown song and dance last Saturday and now I'm completely at a loss for what to do. I don't have a job, the job I had as a student required that I be a student... So, yeah. 


 
fufumira: (books!)
I just got my desktop back from a year in exile and when I loaded Chrome all my tabs were the last cached version of the page that I'd visited. It was funny to see what I was up to back then. Heh. Of course, the return of my desktop is merely enabling me to scratch the WoW itch I had building up for so long. 

Spent the day cleaning, or as my roomie calls it 'organizing'. Apparently there is some difference in definition there that makes me look like a loonie hell bent on making everything much messier... The sister unit helped us out and things are looking... better. Still more work to do, mostly building this effing bookcase from Target with really non-helpful instructions. Once that is up, we can start moving the books from the wall lining towers that are currently adorning the living room. Yay! Tomorrow much vacuuming will be done, if I can manage to not suck up so much dust I die. 

So, basically, my Halloween is therefore inherently spooky, just by virtue of all the cleaning I have yet to do. :P 
fufumira: (crazy)
Happy Autumn, I guess the fog didn't eat me after all. Thankfully they weren't lying about the sun showing up at this point in the year, since it was so totally absent all summer. 

Trying to get over the yearly bout of bronchitis, which is hard when people are doing their best to reinfect you with some fresh new viral thingie. Jerks.

Watched Highlander 2 with the brother and the roomie. It was fun. I love Sean Connery and man do I love Highlander. All that cheesy gorgeous goodness. And swords!

The last time I had the energy/time to clean/organize the bookcase damn near collapsed on me being cheap and from Le Target. All the books we own are in the Barrister Case and stacked along the wall, by the door, under the coffee table... behind the chaise... Luckily there is a shelfie thing that runs along the walls, so it almost looks intentional, or it would if it was in some kind of order.

I want to do fun things again. Like cook meals. Or organize all the books, put together the new crappy bookcase from Le Target, organize the awesome vintage filing cabinet that is currently the holder of all loose paper and every cord to every device I and roomie have ever owned. I would love to learn upholstery and reupholster the chaise lounge to be more like this chair...
wooly telephone table
The seafoam green brocade has seen better days.

Design blogs are only a small part of my problem. I've always liked interior design/DIY stuff, but lack any sort of practical skills with which to begin any kind of crafty/practical project. Then I started watching Sarah's House and now I think everything should be bought old and crappy and then refinished/reupholstered to new hawtness. To be fair, this is my natural inclination anyhow. Most of the furniture in the apartment was purchased pre-loved with the exception of two little cabinet tables, a bench, the bookcase, and the mattresses on the beds. Then there's the rest of the furniture... all thrift/craigslist/antique/handed down stuff. This took many trips in vans and trucks... strange people and strange journeys. I love quirky old furniture. But since I'm not that handy and I don't have a lot of time, it's usually in decent condition. I'll try and post pics of the best bits at a later time.

A couple of weeks ago, I picked up a broken lamp off the side of the road, carried it around at school all day and then brought it home. It was dirty, unwieldy and made people think I was walkin' around carrying a hookah. But I was irrationally in love with it. (I hope I don't do this when I find a man. ) When am I going to have time to rewire this thing? 
the lamp
I have no idea... Besides, the lamp is in line behind the armoire with no doors (and a penny super glued to the side for extra character), the bookcase assemblage, and various other tiny projects like buying tiny feet for all the metal legged furniture now attempting to leave tiny rust spots on the carpet. Oh and the rogue toilet that needs to have the bolt that keeps it from trying to throw you off it and steady on the floor tightened. There has to be a better solution than covering them in little bags. Oh and I'd really love to redo the floors and paint the walls. That's more of a time/money/renter dilemma but still. 
 

Fall

Oct. 5th, 2009 10:51 am
fufumira: (glee!!!)
I'm really enjoying the advent of Autumn, despite the fact that it heralds the start of 'wear every item in your wardrobe' mode of dress. Maybe this time I'll buy myself some great thin and warm as the fires of the inferno flannels. Because, I like being comfy, and I like being warm. Summer is harder, because while in winter you can add clothes until you look like you're related to the Pillsbury Dough Boy or a Marshmallow, there's only so much clothing you can get away with NOT wearing when it's super hot.

Went and saw Zombieland this weekend, and I think that I will definitely be seeing that one again. It's sort of like Tremors, with Zombies. Speaking of things that have added zombies, I have read both Pride and Prejudice and Zombies as well as Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters. There's part of my brain that thinks I should have more of a purist leaning, but at the same time... that would be pretty hypocritical given the crazy fanfiction I've read. There's not a lot of integrity you can claim when you've read as many crazy crossovers as I have.

This semester I'm taking five classes, three of which that are crazy intensely difficult, and two of which are sort of not as hard. Of course, they haven't made us do any quizzes or tests in those two, so there's time for me to be completely losing my mind with that. Meanwhile, Osteology and Archaeology of the Far East and the Ancient Maya have been freaking killing me with quizzes. Osteology is a rather difficult class, but I do love it. I pretty much live in the lab whenever there's a chance to be there and I'm not too sick and tired to be usefully occupied. Meanwhile, the teacher is totally awesome. He is one of those people that has the appearance of total confidence in his abilities, without being unproductively arrogant. We've finally gained enough familiarity with the cranial vault structures to attempt assessments of sex, age at death and geographical affinities. Very exciting.

What's new with you all flist?

School

Sep. 8th, 2009 12:15 pm
fufumira: (books!)
Today is the end of the first furlough weekend of the abbreviated school year. Oh yeah, this semester is truncated, decapitated, castrated, shortened by something like three weeks. Blech. So, while classes have been gutted and a score of students unceremoniously dumped on their butts, denied access to classes, denied financial aid because they have been denied classes and basically fraudulently offered an education that the school is patently unequipped to provide to them due to having over-enrolled and underprovided for said enrollment the state's jails are receiving more money (than education) and they're trying to close state park. We are nearly dead last in education as a state. This is ridiculous. This is criminal. The people that are more interested in jails than schools should spend some time in... well I can't decide if jail or school is a worse punishment here.

Oh well, barring complete closure of the entire system next semester for which they would surely provide nothing other than a polite 'fuck you' probably the first day of classes, without giving any aid in transferring or anything, based on their previous track record of being totally stupid about communicating vital information in a timely fashion.

The worst part is that I really do have some fantastic teachers, although I know that they really lost a lot of great instructors in the big cuts they made over the summer (also a couple stinkers buahaha). And while many teachers are doing their best to get as many students in as they can, they are hampered by our total physical capacity and the sheer reality of too many butts and not enough chairs. It's a giant game of chicken for some, as they wait for the other person to blink and drop the class. They should make a reality show, it's already like one.

I gotta go study, play rock band and try and make up for the gaps in my education.
fufumira: (fluffy)
Today was busy, but for once not in the crazy running to meet an ever changing finish line with no end in sight kind of way. Instead we got to run down to the tea shop and get a nice long talk with scones and teeny sandwiches and pop into Anthropologie for a looksie which resulted in me actually purchasing a top, which looks great. After, we took advantage of being down here for the weekend and stopped at the Target nearby. We don't really have one close to home so it is always an epic trip when we finally manage to get down to one. EPIC. Picked up some storage stuff and some dishtowels, the dishtowels being extraordinarily exciting when you've run out of  them due to various unforseen dishtowel tragedies. First the vacuum birthday gift excitement, now the dishtowels... my life is so thrilling I put James Bond to shame. I was all dressed up for going out to tea of course as was roomie and so the trip, which took a bit and included much walking around the massive Tar-jay was also an excercise in how well we could handle our fancy shoes in the endurance portion of the day. We got the chance to do fun student things like free laundry and more laundry. Roomie went with the fam to see the movie about the rodent spy abominations. I couldn't bring myself to go, as I have a minor fear of rodents in general and whatever those freaky googley eyed things in the movie were in specific. Ugh. After the epic shopping trip there was dinner and then some general falderal around the house, which was much more easily accomplished once I was wearing sweats and not the heels of shopping doom. I still love them all three inches of patent leather peep toe heels.

Friday we got word that things are moving again with the school budget issues, not far, not fast but hopefully we still will have the werewithall to get through it all. They posted the new schedules and by August much of the limbo-tastic tomfoollery will be resolved. *knock on wood* We're moving furniture around the apartment again, trying to come up with workable solutions for such a small space and two stress bunny students and the small dog bent on driving them nuts as the other dogs incite him to eternally bark his poor little heart out. This has moved things around quite a bit, which I'm liking so far, though I'll like it better once the storage issues are resolved. Yay Target! <3 One set of neighbors has been moving out and that has not been helping the yipping dilemma especially given how riled up all the other dogs are.

Meanwhile, this weekend has been not very good for sleeping? Gonna go give it the old college try...
fufumira: (dramaz)

Tech tips from the elderly.

My grandmother is tech adorable people, simply too cute for words... especially when it comes to the delightful e-mails she occasionally sends my way. I've learned a lot from her and consider myself considerably more tech savvy and world wise now than before. She also does not send along every email she receives and is delightfully droll regarding some of her more gullible little old lady friends. (my dad bookmarked snopes for her)

Here are my favourite tips from Grandma. (as interpreted by me)

1. Don't label the contacts in your cell phone correctly, this only helps people that are trying to steal your money by txting your significant other for the pin for your joint bank account. I think this also falls under relationship advice. Don't marry someone that would give up your pin number over a txt message, or conversely, don't marry someone that can't remember the pin number to your joint bank account.

This is why I will be relabeling all of my phone contacts to obscure science fiction references that only I understand. If I have your number on my phone, don't be offended if you're Jar Jar instead of Mace Windu, k? It's supposed to be confusing to bad guys.

2. Label your emergency contact with ICE before their name. This way the hot paramedic that just ripped open your shirt to give you CPR will know who to call to notify that you nearly died from choking on a Dorito. This way they are not calling the seven hundred random strangers whose numbers you picked up that one time you went to the con and who think your name is ElfLord432. Of course, if you've followed tip one and scrambled the names of your contacts the paramedic may be dialing ICE chewbacca, meaning your harry cousin Joe. This tip may not come in handy for some of the people from the Stargate Thread as their devotion to Top Gun means one or two of their buddies may go by the moniker, Ice Man.

3. Use proper grammar, it is the only way to get ahead. I'm not certain, but to be sure I'll be spell checking my txt messages from now on using the New Ox-Eng-Txt Dict.

4. If you are a woman. Vote. I know this seems obvious, but since we didn't have the right to vote for a long time, we should take every opportunity to do so now. Vote in local elections, vote for the new flavor of Doritos, vote for your favorite Americon Big Brother Amazing Top Runway Chef Idol by txting your opinion to their service. It may cost you some money, but isn't it worth it to excercise your rights?

She also sent me a couple of prayers, a funny picture of screaming money, a video of a car ad, which I can only assume was warning me of the dangers of high gas prices and driving while talking on my cell phone. I'm less certain what lesson the story about the beached whale was supposed to convey... watch out for sharks and fin fungus?
fufumira: (shoes)
We got a Sprinkles sort of close by and now we are having a minor coming of the cupcake-opolis. And I now know that I adore Red Velvet cake and I have a small minor tiny speck of understanding for that Armadillo Groom cake from "Steel Magnolias" you know the one? Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we managed to turn in papers for one of our online classes relatively quickly, quite the feat given just how little actual sleep has been happening (gosh darn mental rodeo clowns). Brains need to be quiet sometimes yeah? I think that if my paper had been a game of crazy disconnected American Government themed SAT word Scrabble, I would have won. A lot. I do not know what my damage is that when I'm completely exhausted I revert to language so completely complicated. Just now I wanted to use some fuzzy fancy schmancy word there! It's a disease! And the worst part is that once I started in on the long words for the paper, I couldn't stop. I sort of wanted to stop, I mean there's no real added value in making it harder to read...though it may have been a subconscious streak of vindictiveness against the regime of confusion that we labour under for this class. Also, the book... I've read more exciting descriptions of paint peeling. For the last reading assignment terrible British accents were necessary to fool the brains into listening and accepting the information. The worst part is that it is mostly duh stuff. But, because of the way the teacher has structured the quizzes and assignments, careful reading of the text is absolutely necessary, because the questions are sort of weaving treacherously in and out of logical sense like *insert cautionary reckless celebrity here* in traffic. Also, I worried that I was using too much of the phrasing of the book and the eventual foray into wiki-oogle to answer the questions precisely as she wants them (complete with current sources). As the paper continued, my word choice got more and more Rube Goldbergian, in the struggle to avoid even the appearance of plagiarism. A teacher once told me that a sure fire way to find a cheater is when the voice and word choices don't match within the text of the paper, which contributed to the irrational way in which I clung to the idiotic overly verbose manner in which I could not stop writing. How many times do you really need to use the word "necessitated" in one paper? Frankly, I did not have the time to rewrite it with a less confusing writing style, so I just stuck to the crazy complicated Family Circle Method*tm to get to my points. I did learn something that I hadn't known before, which is that under the Articles of Confederation.... Canada was totally invited to join up whenever they wanted. So that would have been a way different country had they taken us up on it. It has been a super long week. I've been working on the most boring filing job I have had to do in a dog's age (thanks part time availability! *kiss kiss*) and spending time being stressed and sleepless. I interviewed for a work-study on Monday. I didn't hear back, so I'll just assume that the third interview was not the charm and move on to looking for something else. Then this boring obvio assignment on stuff I've known for a looong time. No wonder politicians are crooks... at least it makes the process of government somewhat interesting! Meh, that's perhaps unfair to crooks. And to the government. Really I mostly blame the book.

On Saturday mornings I generally resemble in some small way some poor befuddled denizen of the wild, what with my fuzzy hair, smudged eye makeup, and the curious skittish demeanor exhibited as I emerge from the protracted hibernation induced by 'oh thank you sweet fluffy cupcake king, it is the weekend' euphoria. Despite this slight resemblance, I am not the type of girl to be all like down and dirty with the, um down and dirty critters. So, upon a victory walk to the Bell of the Taco... (mmm celebration post homework tacos, is anything sweeter?) we encountered a big fat raccoon. It apparently is living in the storm drains. From a cohabitation save the planet and all the animals stand point it is fascinating that they've figured out how to coexist with humans. But I saw "Over the Hedge". I wonder what is down there? I mean is it a nice comfy raccoon pad, complete with digital cable and killer wifi? Is the raccoon poaching wireless? Has he seen the ninja cat video on youtube? Fortunately we had DasGoob with us and he's tall.. so yeah. He protected our ankles from rabid, youtube watching raccoons.... then I realised that they are in the storm drains, using them as little raccoon roads, they could follow us and we would never know! So [livejournal.com profile] teaandauguries  though that it was following me... so I'm looking forward to the dreams filled with shadow society shinobi raccoons stalking me through the storm drains. I wonder if they know Michaelangelo and his friends? Do they order pizza down there? Hmm... I'm gonna go check the back door lock again. I hope the ninja turtles know about your creepy habits raccoon!

fufumira: (geek)
Stolen from people not on LJ

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, iPOD etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

Meme inside, very funny! ) , which is yay! I need more music...

Fan Mail?

Aug. 2nd, 2008 10:43 pm
fufumira: (crazy)
I'm sort of baffled by the concept of it. I've never written (and sent) a fan letter to anyone. I almost posted my peculiar ode to Gus' eyebrows... but no. I mean, what can one say? What should one say to these people that only by the visibility of the work that they do, do they earn our admiration. The able performing of their duties gives them access to praise and critique from every Joe Schmoe with a LAN line or just some cut up old newspapers, glue and an ax to grind. I mean, I don't know about you but in what other professions do you get a random evaluation/declaration of adoration/hatred/women's panties/death threats... all in the standard course of doing your job? Here are some examples of what I think this might look like.

Dear Mr. Falafel Vendor,

The way you sold me that Gyro and recommended the Tahini sauce, was just so totally like totally awesome. You and I should get married! I want to have your spicy Greek babies!!!!

XOXO

or

HOTTY MaiLMAN!1!

SQUEe!! U maek me happay when I has mails. Inclosed u will find a srprise. and Luv. U+Me=4evah
luv yr #1 FAN

or

Retard,

Stop breathing, you waste of hot air, the way that you collated my copies for the presentation was an abomination of the highest order. What kind of retard uses sans serif on a presentation for the Japanese, clearly you have no brain. Kinkos used to be good, before you cocked it up.

DIAF

or

Dear School Lunchlady,

My daughter is dying of mylittleponyitis cabbagepatchetus a rare degenerative disease that begins to manifest in early childhood with an over fondness for pigtails. Her very dearest wish is to spend the day with you, lunchlady. She so admires and respects you and it would make these few short months we have left with her more bearable.

c/o Make a Wish Foundation

Meanwhile, I'm still on the first draft of my fan letter.

Finals are over, I managed an A in Chem... miracles happen. :P
fufumira: (old school)
Summer school is rough. I spent the holiday weekend cramming more math and science (which incidentally has a lot of math involved as well) into my pretty little girlish head. It was sort of a trip. The following week will be more of the same. Yay? This process involves a carefully haphazard mix of NCIS watching with periods of intense reading accompanied by Baroque Chamber Music. Yee haw.

It's off for my daily 'walking is cheaper than riding the bus' exercise. Thank God for a wide brimmed hat and tennis shoes.
fufumira: (East near West)
I have a ton of other food related stuff to post to [profile] eastnearwestabout, but I'm going to wait until I emerge victorious from the haze of finals, which are over soon (hallelujah).  Instead I'm just going to say, that even I think the food I make when I'm tired is weird. This morning I made myself a scrambled egg, but I added a splash of cream, a dash of cinnamon, some mozerella, and applesauce. It tasted liked delicious apple bake. But still, weird no?

Anyone else think so too? 

What is the weirdest thing you've ever found yourself fixing to eat?
fufumira: (geek)
first off, this semester is about two weeks too long. end. srsly. I have a bunch of big bottomed comprehensive finals next week, and at least two more opportunities to speak in public...studying for finals will not compel me to begin openly weeping during the final speech... I mean that was high school public speaking.

my finals strategy: coffee with just enough kahlua to keep me from freaking out. much more coffee than kahlua. i'm trying to hit the optimum programming level alcohol buzz. mindless sorting, data structure tasks while i try and compose the speech structure in the background of my mind. water. minesweeper... i'm terrible at it. sleeping. sometimes. confronting annoyances, or avoiding them as required. pandora.com with a mix of musical channels that ends up sounding like a brain slowly finding its way into a puddle of molassesey goo. i have no idea how it does it. how a mix of songs can combine like a train wreck and make me feel something like sanity. movies that fit the slow deterioration of my brain... last week it was bbc miniseries week. wives and daughters, north and south(gaskill, not about america), half of the aristocrats (the miniseries not the comedian documentary). jane austen wasn't on the menu. i can't explain it, just like i can't explain that we have had proof  starring gwyneth paltrow lined up for watching sometime during the final meltdown of finals studying and have been waiting to watch it there for the last two weeks. it isn't time yet. tonight was stranger than fiction. also, i eat a lot of weird food. it's a hilarious time when i have been known to be sekritively eating like a stereotypical pregnant woman or dawn from btvs. last semester i wanted ice cream, chocolate chip cookie dough with cream cheese and cranberry sauce on top. so far, i've resisted the urge to throw random veggies and truffle oil into a pan with kidney beans and apricot jam and sauteeing the whole mess. but only because i'm too tired to cook.

if you have not seen stranger than fiction. go now. it's one of my favourite movies of all time. pitch perfect.
also, north and south sort of kicks the arse of pride and prejudice. i don't love p&p any less, i just love north and south more.

ok. finished writing tomorrow's speech. haahaaa... it should be good.

meanwhile, aliens found for me by [profile] teaandauguries

Trig ded

Apr. 28th, 2008 10:58 am
fufumira: (glee!!!)
Finished up my test this morning. It was easier than I expected. Though I avoided a couple of questions merely to preserve what sanity I have left. I got done early, which is great. I wish I'd brought my homework from Comm to finish up. Instead I posted to [livejournal.com profile] eastnearwestand figured out how to add a poll to my entry. I know! It's like super special awesome! Oh! I should add one to this post too! Poll happy girl on a rampage!

[Poll #1179136]
fufumira: (East near West)
For various reasons, [profile] teaandauguries and I are moving over our fashion nerd blog and related posts to their new home on LJ, @ [profile] eastnearwest. We're uploading our archive and will be posting new stuff shortly. Also, we will be switching things up with posts on food, and presumably culture type things... since we both love food, pretty clothes and going to museums, movies etc. 

Delicious

Apr. 27th, 2008 05:50 pm
fufumira: (Default)
 Today was a delicious day. First off: Cupcakes at Bible Study! Yum. Vanilla with white frosting, simple and delicious. Then for lunch we had bruschetta... roasted tomatoes, mozzarella on a bed of crispy toast with pesto and super thin sliced salami. It was delightful. For a snack later we had roasted beets tossed with balsamic vinegar, olive oil and feta cheese. It was my very first time eating beets. They were sooo good. I don't know what I was thinking they'd taste like, but they were way yummy. Tonight we're planning on having roasted veggies (potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, zucchini, tofu) and something else. We haven't gotten past drooling over the veggies to be honest. Maybe tomorrow we'll have tuna with olive oil and beans with sea salt and pepper... (Last night we had spicy shrimp, mashed potatoes and peas). I need a food icon... Roomie and I are on the lookout for yummy and healthy recipes that are super easy and quick to fix. Brain food is of the good, being as we are both approaching finals. Found a few delicious looking recipes on Epicurious. The only difficulty between us is the ratio of meat to veggies. :P And our budget. It is easier to eat crap when you're poor and short on free neurons, but we're trying to fix that.

This month, no bus pass. So I'll be walking to school. Upside, exercise. Downside, getting up earlier and sweating. Upside, better for the environment. Downside, if my deodorant is insufficient to the task of preventing me from being a smelly mess after walking, my immediate local environment gets worse. (Yuck!) 

Meanwhile, still studying for Trig midterm. I hope I have hair left after.
fufumira: (fashion!crack)
I hate shoes. They all hurt, most of them give me blisters. I mean they are pretty, sometimes. But I really wanted to try out these. I mean, going really barefoot just seems dumb. But simulated barefeet? When I was little they practically had to force me to wear shoes. Especially in summer. I've only recently stopped wearing sandals everywhere.

Also, adding on to my list of 'things I want in a place I may someday live' --ducks!

Apparently sunshine, grass and trees all add up to one thing in my brain, DUCKS! Picture incomplete without them. I focus on ducks because there are so many of them where any of them are, but all waterfowl except for geese really fall in this completion of natural beauty in my head. Geese sadly are generally included, but are the degenerates of their waterfowl brethren, forming rabid gangs of feces producing muscleheads that scare small children and chase joggers down the bike paths.

These opinions probably stem from spending much of my park going, outdoors expectation forming years going to the same park for birthday parties, church functions, family barbecues and then for about a decade living a block away from said park, passing it nearly every day, so that it was merely moments away from a relaxing walk down the trails past the creek to the lake and up to the reservoir and back. There were many ducks... I did not realise how deeply this park had impacted my expectations and how evocative of home the sound of running water and ducks were of that feeling. Ducks usually live near water, and places with creeks and lakes usually have trails to walk and parks to ramble in. And though I'm no outdoorswoman, I do appreciate a stroll near a body of water accompanied by the sounds of waterfowl, shaded by the branches of trees. Hopefully barefoot!
fufumira: (Default)
Gave a speech today (well yesterday at this point) for my Communications class. It was an experience I shan't soon forget. Which is good. Since at some point I am sure there will be a test. Probably not on what I learned, though. We gave our speeches sans teacher in small groups of people, in our group's case 7, though only 5 of us were prepared to give our speeches. We were instructed to keep our speeches to 10 minutes including 3 minute rebuttals. Sounds nice right? If done right, our group could have shaved 30 minutes off of class time. Ha! Not likely (apparently)... Instead we were treated to more loca than I've been privileged to witness in quite some time. Loca (who normally has been, while a trifle emotional, fairly stable seeming) had apparently lost her mind today, due perhaps to her dire thoughts regarding the obvious "Earthquake Weather". I don't know.

We are gathering our wits and speeches up, preparing to decide who among us is to approach the front and give our speech when she preempts us and, grabbing a book from her bag, which seems rather large proceeds to try and teach us about 'The Trail of Tears'. While ordinarily, I would applaud the decision to boldly forge new trails of bullshit in the face of scholastic endeavors, she was sadly missing the mark completely, and about to burst into tears at the plight of the Native Americans. We kindly informed her that should she desire to make up an argument, we had no objection as long as she did it after we finished our already prepared speeches, thus in our minds giving her time she seemed to desperately needed to yanno, pull one together. She then argued over whether we were supposed to even be giving speeches. Between myself and another student, we managed to get her seated and mildly apologetic. At first. She may or may not have interrupted my speech, I was too preoccupied giving it that I probably wouldn't have noticed a bomb go off, but once the rebuttal started it was sort of cuckoo unleashed! She did not understand the concept of a) rebuttal and b)anything we were doing...

The next speech was on water, and like a bucket of water on a propane stove, the flames of crazy just got brighter and hotter for Loca as she interrupted to ask about Nephrology, and to offer weird little comments. Well the lady giving the speech is sort of blunt and rapidly was losing patience and told her it wasn't the time for comments. By this point the looks of confusion and genuine WTF were being passed from person to person like cheese fries at the Outback, fast and loaded with bacon... hmm maybe without the bacon, but basically there were a lot of them. I had to shush Loca a couple times. By the end of this speech Loca was losing it further, deteriorating into challenging the existence of Nephrology as a field of medicine and loud decrying of smoking as a cancer causing killer, claiming she had 'seen the bodies'! No one was sure what cigarettes had to do with water, at all. We again requested she either provide a genuine rebuttal or butt out and again for a time we had some peace. Then she started complaining about the next speech and its length, and afterwards decried the stereotyping of illegal immigrants claiming 'They ALWAYS blame it on the Mexicans, Phillipinos drive too!' This was actually almost on topic, since the speaker was proposing drivers licenses for illegal immigrants. Of course that was until she equated indicator markings designating immigration status on a drivers license were tantamount to the tattoos given to concentration camp victims...

I think that Loca did every single thing our teacher had asked us NOT to do...Next came a fairly uneventful speech on cell phone usage and then the final speech. As soon as the poor girl's proposition had fallen from her lips, Loca was on her and decided to challenge her topic, yelling out 'You already did this one for your informative!' Meanwhile, it wasn't... and also, how unnerving is it to try and give a speech to a group of people you don't really know that well, all the while being heckled by a mentally unstable girl, answer: very. The shushing count was getting outrageous, as I continually tried to steer things away from the rocks, wondering if I was going to have to attempt to remove her bodily...not that I would have had a shortage of volunteers at that point. She continued to make comments the entire time the girl was talking, despite repeatedly being shushed. At the end of the speech, arguing mental parity for people that are anorexic, Loca butts in... again. This time talking about how Miss Britain was a size sixteen and she was beautiful! An ironic statement considering the entire speech was about helping people that are too skinny to get treatment to deal with their disorder and yanno, gain and maintain a healthy weight?

Since we were being peer graded, I collected the papers, Loca gave everyone an A+, while loudly equating us with preschoolers (they let her teach children! AAAAAAH) and I carefully separated out hers from ours, because I'm not sure what crazy translates into in point value. Did I mention that before class she'd been grumbling about pfizer and their clear guilt in human atrocities during the Holocaust, this being the only way they could know so much about humans? And something I didn't catch about Castro and bioengineering...
The teacher was told about the disruptions... and we all finally got to leave.

It just goes to show, that when someone assumes you are 19, when you are 25... they obviously must be crazy, clearly I look 30.
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...And aged approximately five, don't tell livejournal! I am geeking out! Backstory is that there is this guy named David Eggers who I've never heard of before, but he like wrote some books and stuff. Yeah, let me know if this is the equivalent of looking up and saying 'hey, that thing up there, what is it? It's sooo blue!'

"Eggers currently teaches writing in San Francisco at 826 Valencia, a nonprofit tutoring center and writing school for children that he cofounded in 2002. Eggers has recruited volunteers to operate similar programs in Los Angeles, New York City, Seattle, Chicago, and Ann Arbor, Michigan, all under the auspices of the nonprofit organization 826 National."

Right, so that's cool, kids learning how to write, and not only to write, but to engage them, at least hopefully. And to be honest, IF I Were a kid, I would totally be engaged on multiple levels. Hell, I practically want to sign myself up! Each branch of 826 has a totally cool theme and they seem to really be pulling out all of the stops on the storefronts!

Check out these links and geek out with me!

The first three are arguably the awesomest. Tho really they are all pretty cool.

Tour the Time Travel Store! Seriously this one is sooo cool!
Robot Milk!

Take a tour through the Boring Not!Spy Store! This one too!
the Boring store
New York Superhero supply!

San Francisco Pirate Supply Site

Space Travel Supply in Seattle!

Bigfoot Cryptozoology Store! <--in Boston![personal profile] liz_marcs!

Michigan Monster Union Local, not quite as cool, don't know that they have a showy front like the others

Learn more about the organisation

So it is pretty awesome to see what is being done. I think every kid needs something this wicked awesome. (I wish I'd had something this sweet growing up!)

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