That old saying about March - "in like a lamb and out like a lion" and vice versa - is that just a northern thing? Because I haven't heard anyone say that in years. At any rate, it got nice and chilly last night. This is a pretty time of year around here, lots of blooming azaleas and dogwoods and other miscellaneous very pretty shrubs and trees. Time to drag out the old camera.
Schoolwork is intensifying. There was an interesting development with that weirdo classhole in my Am Lit class, culminating in a campus cop showing up to class, "just in case". Remind me to tell you about that sometime. Also, spring break is next week, but I've got plenty of work, so don't worry about me getting out of the festive scholastic spirit.
Last night I dreamed I was very pregnant. And then I gave birth. I think that's what happened. It was gross. I was very unhappy. In fact, I kept saying in the dream, "this has to be a dream, because I've taken steps to make sure this couldn't happen." Does that count as lucid dreaming?
According to one source, a dream of pregnancy means an increase of wealth (only if you're a woman; if you're a guy, it means either war or too much mpreg fic!) and birth means good news.
I think this dream was the result of my brain going into overdrive considering the next step in my life: whether or not to go for a PhD. Yes, soon it will be time to start writing statements of purpose and sending $50 a school for the privilege of being considered for admission. That is, if I decide to go for it. The jury's still out, but part of my brain has been chewing on this proposition for a week or so. There are pros and cons, which I may or may not post here.
On the other hand, I may have had this dream merely because someone I used to work with gave birth a couple of days ago. The subconscious is a strange thing.
At any rate, it's Spring Break, both at school and here on this blog. See ya in a few days.
One cool thing about being an English major is that it's okay to find the hidden meaning in text (any text will do), even if it's dirty. It doesn't mean you have a filthy mind. It's not your fault there's a hidden subtext.
Of course, I don't think you're supposed to laugh with puerile glee until you snort, like I did, when I saw this local high school production being advertised:
Haikus of the News, one of the blogs on my reading list, is no more. I've been blogging since 2002, so it's inevitable that bloggers I've been reading get tired of it all and pull the plug. I've had thoughts of doing the same recently, but can't bring myself to do it.
Things are going to start happening to me now, to quote Navin Johnson. I got my first exceptance to present a scholarly paper at this year's Pacific Northwest Renaissance Society Conference.
So last night I had a dream, then briefly woke up; when I fell back asleep, I dreamed that I told my spouse about the first dream.
That just seems weird to me. I should be used to the strange way in which my subconscious works by now.
I presented my very first academic paper this week! All and all, I think it went quite well, though I do need a more clever title. That's the big thing for English papers, a witty and clever title. (For example, the subtitle of one of the other papers was "Enema of the State" - there's no way I could compete with that one.)
In other news, while it's been rainy, the springtime flora here is just gorgeous. Azaleas, wisteria, dogwood, pink trees, yellow bushes, it's astounding the amount of color around here. Expect some photoblog entries soon.
I joined Weight Watchers this week. Yep, the pounds have been returning and that's not cool. I think I need the accountability of having to weigh myself once a week in front of another human being. *sigh* To quote Homer, "Why can't they make a non-delicious fat?"
I also tried yoga for the first time. Yoga, my friends, is not for sissies. For my first time, I kept up pretty well, according to the instructor. She was very good about warning us when she was about to go into a more challenging position, which usually involved her folding herself into thirds. I hope that this, combined with occasional visits to my new massage therapist, will help with the various aches and pains that I get from time to time.
So, I have to ask: what's up with Congress investigating drug use in baseball? Two questions come to mind here. 1 - Couldn't they have done something to stop the hockey lock-out? 2 - Aren't there more pressing matters in the country right now?
Are you a "Culture of Life" Hypocrite? Let's find out:
You are against abortion.
You think Terri Schaivo should be kept alive, even though her brain isn't.
It's okay to kill doctors who perform abortions.
You are pro-death penalty.
It's okay for American soldiers to die overseas in the name of WMD/fighting terrorists/bringing freedom to other nations.
The thousands of deaths caused by the tsunami last year were "the will of God".
We shouldn't get involved when genocide is committed in other countries.
It's okay to kill in the name of freedom. Jesus says it's okay!
You eat meat.
Do you like Post-it Notes? THEY'RE A DEADLY KILLER!! (As far as books are concerned, anyway.)
Check out this post by curieuse - Dubya, as govenor of Texas, signed a bill into law which allows a hospital to discontinue life support, over the objections of the patient's family, if the hospital's ethics committee finds that the treatment is nonbeneficial.
Isn't it a relief that pagan rituals aren't associated with Easter? No dressing up in costumes like Halloween or subverting young minds with candy, no superstitions to distract from the true meaning of...
[sees giant pink inflatable rabbit clutching an egg in front of church, people dressed up in Nativity-scene attire, and freakin' Peeps everywhere]
Never mind.
I have a memory of the family serving ham for Easter - I ate it with ketchup. I must have been five. I still like ketchup, but not on ham. Also, because it's important, everyone should know that I don't like Peeps or jelly beans, and most chocolate Easter bunnies are made of inferior chocolate.
I used to work for an art supply store that happened to be owned by a Jewish guy. We never closed for Easter, but got Rosh Hashana off.
I should explain that Claire is listed on my blogs list as "Lucy Lunchmeat" because she signed her posts to a class web site as such, and I just think that is an incredibly cute name.
Why does Paypal require you to enter a credit card number to confirm your shipping address? Mighty suspicious to me. And, you know, eBay owns Paypal.
Geez - leave your car under a tree for 24 hours and it's coated with this weird lime green pollen. And those weird spore thingees from the trees. The pollen and those thingees were flying off my car today as I drove to school, but it wasn't enough to make a dent in the mess. It was an embarrassment to drive, and not just because it's a Geo Tracker. Plus, my allergy doctor would have had a fit with all that evil polleny badness waiting to cause havok with my respiratory tract. So I made a side trip to the car wash this afternoon, in turn prompting this, one of the most banal entries ever to grace a blog.
