November 8th, 2002

anime night

Layna said "It worries me that you had so much to do when we didn't have classes"

One reason i heart Sara is that she asks about my novel. Now, mostly i’m not a fan of people asking about it, but i like that this girl who doesn’t really know me takes an interest and takes it seriously. However, i haven’t touched my nano in days, so please no one else ask about it.

Took the Romantics exam. Let us never speak of it again.

After i came back i helped Anne with a poetry analysis and missed a Buffy musical escapade with Layna. Then i went to see Kim about my paper. I was really nervous that i was going to have to verbally prove that i really did have a good grasp on all the concepts. I really didn’t have to, though, which was a bit odd. She said she knew i understood the concepts, just had a little trouble showing that in a couple places in the paper. She went over the paper and pointed out various places where i could have organized better or related the concepts to the overall theme better, and i made sure to keep that in mind for the next paper. Every time she came to a part where i didn’t quite fully explain a concept i would open my mouth to attempt more of an explanation and she would do it for me. By the time she finished going over the paper she had convinced herself that i deserved the extra point. Go me? I ended up being in her office for two hours. I love chatting with professors.

“The woman I live with.” That’s such an interesting phrase. It implied “housemate” to me, but could certainly mean “romantic partner I live with” as well. Relationship terms (especially for same-sex romantic relationships) are so weird when you’re a grown-up. I mean, there’s “dating” and more seriously, “seeing someone.” And then you can call someone your “partner” but what about someone you’re not necessarily committed to for life? It sounds so teenager to say boyfriend/girlfriend. “Lover” obviously doesn’t fly in most company, and “beloved” is my personal favorite (“This is my beloved, with whom i am well pleased.”) but it sounds a bit pretentious. And then what about if you’re just platonically sharing an apartment with someone? You’re not roommates (although that’s what Ms. Fisher says). “Housemates” is the most accurate though a bit awkward. I would want to be British and say “flatmate.”

I seem to be plugging Thursday evening group at the YWCA all over the place recently, so let’s go all out here. Two hours of high-energy but generally sweet little kids. Come volunteer and you get pizza and juice. 4:30-6:30. Corner of Myrtle (off of State Street) and King.

Sarah Jones was interesting. Not what i was expecting, but i didn’t really know what to expect. A number of her characters, particularly her early ones, i felt been-there-done-that, but the Vietnamese guy (with the slam poem about what his poem was not) was awesome, and a lot of the ones after that were quite good. I liked the Asian-American ones best, largely because it wasn’t stuff i felt like i’d already heard a million times. And i walked over with these nice girls from Talbot (Christine and Liz). I love random socializing like that. (Oh, and during the Q&A, Sarah did "Your Revolution" -- her "remix" as she called it of Gil Scott Heron's "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised." Yay!)

Yay, the 5 Colleges are getting their act together putting their courses up online. It’s all “Under Construction” right now, but i have hope. I’m still calling the MHC Registrar about Doug’s class tomorrow, though.

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Doug? Perhaps not so much.

I called Mt. Holyoke, and the class he's teaching is ENG 320 The 18th-Century Novel, Tuesday/Thursday 11-12:15. There are a number of things about this which don't thrill me, particularly the timing. I think i'd really much rather take that class (he's taught it at Smith before) at Smith as a junior.
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an introduction to my job

I work as a student assistant to the assistant to the Director to the Smith College Museum of Art Monday/Wednesday/Friday afternoons. My job mainly consists of filing and handling the phones. Transferring calls on our phone system scares me. I have just recently begun connecting names and faces of the other people who work there even though i have been working there for over a month now. The art building has been completely renovated these past couple years, and we just moved back a few days ago, so it’s still very much a work-in-progress, and we won’t be open to the public until late March or April. I go back and forth all the time about how much i like my job and whether i want to keep it next year.

Work today was kinda fun ‘cause i felt like i was working in a library. Whenever we give someone permission to use a piece of art that we own in a book or magazine we ask for at least one copy of the book/magazine. So i was unpacking boxes of all those books (thankfully the boxes were numbered, and they had been packed straight from the shelves, so they were already mostly in order) and putting them on the shelves. At one point someone said something about my organizing them well and Ann (my supervisor) said of me something like “She’s worked at a library forever and then some.” Hee hee. Someone asked if they were alphabetized by artist and i said yeah and that “I thought about alphabetizing them within artist by work title but decided that would be a waste of my time.” Michael (whose project it was) said i definitely didn’t need to do that, but someone else chimed in (referring to my comment) “Spoken like a true librarian.” Oh yeah.
anime night

Since when do i get the hots for dykie girls?

Also, one of the weird things about LiveJournal is the wide variety of people who read it, and how much connection they have to your “real life.” Like, talking about people at Smith can be weird sometimes because i know people who read my LJ know them. Same for people from my hometown. And yes, i know the friends filter was invented for situations like that (among other things). I just, i dunno.

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"a change would do you good" is stuck in my head

My door reflects the fact that i am all about the words. I am starting to find it boring, though, need to make it prettier and more interesting.

And i wish i weren't icon-making incompetent 'cause i have this really cool animated icon i wanna make.

I'm cheating with my nano and giving the directionless protagonist a job wherein she gets the opportunity to listen to other people talk about their lives. Hoping that works out.

I loved tonight's Firefly (and i've totally gotten Marnie into it -- yay!).

I seem to making quite a habit of drifting away from my computer to socialize with people who live in my hall. Apologies retroactively and in advance to anyone whom i abandon mid-IM. (Damn, i'm turning into Joe.)

Bagel for all 3 meals today. (Though there was the sugary goodness that is tea.) All about the carbs, baby. And weekend food is always disappointing, so it's not like i have a lot to look forward to. Sigh.

Am i crushingonagirl? Damn, i may well be.