Moviescript Ending

Instead of revising my research paper, writing one of two papers, working on my american food portfolio, or making up citations for a bibliography, i decided to sign up for netflix. i've been putting it off forever, though i knew it would eventually win me over. and oh, i've never been more happy to use some of my christmas money to be welcomed into its warm embrace. so far my queue includes three amigos, clerks 2, and sunset boulevard. not only does this put me well on my way towards my goal of watching more films (after all, i am a rtf major and should be well-versed in all things film so that i can pass judgment on you) but also allows me to rent those crappy/sappy movies that i'm too embarassed to get at the store (i.e. when harry met sally, nacho libre).

now to get a mail key from the front office...i think the angry squirrel in the wall stole mine.

and just to toss this in:



...and is judging you accordingly.

Gimme Fiction

I’ve been rather indecisive of late…well, more so than usual lately. This especially applies to my future. When I'm not making the world a better place by exhibiting smarmy/snarky qualities, I find my mind wondering to the issue of what to do with my post-graduate life. There's the first tantalizing option that I discussed with steph- getting stoned out of my mind and living in my parents screen porch/backyard in a hammock, only moving every now and then to watch another movie or to call one of my hardworking friends with one of my stoner-tastic ideas. I think I also threw in the possibility of blaring Bob Marley out of a stereo while “paddling” my canoe in the front yard, much to the delight of the neighbors.

The next option is the safe one. Get a job. But oh, that’s kind of hard, so let’s move on to the next.

There’s the amazing internship in Chicago where I would work for This American Life and receive a rather comfy stipend of money each month. That one is more exciting than the above, but again, effort.

The other option that I've come up with is to become an au pair down in South America. Ken met a family with two children in Peru that are looking for an au pair that only speaks English. A six month commitment and all the children- er, beans and rice, I can eat! Perfect chance to study Spanish as the family expects the au pair to be studying simultaneously anyhow. So…I would be expertly handling chilun’s that don’t speak a word of my language and, while passing on my charming texas accent, learn to speak Spanish myself. Oooh. Sounds good to me.

Who knows. most likely I'll end up a bag lady on the drag, doing irish jigs for a nickel- or, doing kickin' rad flows in clubs under the name lethal lizzy d. wherever i end up, come and see me. otherwise i'll come mooch off of you. ;]

Glad that I'm not soluble

For the longest time, i've been checking up on my interactive degree audit to see if my credit for second year czech and my time in Brno had been processed. each time i saw the bright red 'no' on the foreign language requirement, i was disheartened, because it just added to the feeling that it was all a fraud and that any moment, dozens of czech pirates would crash through my windows. before pillaging my room, they would point, laugh, and scream in czech that i hadn't escaped their grasp yet.

but miracle of miracles, i looked today and the red no had been changed to a happy black yes, and i'm free from the reign of grammatical tyranny that is the czech language. jsem svobodna!

after i had checked my IDA, i pulled up my registration page and continually refreshed until it would allow me to start plugging in unique numbers. i absolutely hate registration day, and it's a blessing that this was my last one. every single time, i make frantic prayers to the gods of registration as bullets of sweat form on my face. then i begin a running monologue in my head that go something like this: "oh no, that session is full...what about this session? curses! the course is closed. is there hope of a waitlist? oh, wonderful, i can be number 45. well, maybe i'll just try this class...closed too. hm. i suppose i could just get on the waitlist and start knocking off the people in front of me...but that would be about 59 people. could my conscience deal with that?.....maybe." and then i start to question where my life is going- after all, here i am sitting hunched over in my office chair, wearing what is quickly becoming sweat-soaked pajamas all for the oppurtunity to get into a couse entitled, "extreme free style hacking" or "paris hilton, pogs, and p. diddy: present-day pop culture." surely something's wrong with my degree plan...

but i came out relatively unscathed with minimal cursing this time around. mainly because i'm taking the attitude of "who cares? this is my last semester" and i'm supposed to have gotten some pretty good professors, including a repeat of my czech modern literature professor for the class Plastic People, Velvet President: Czechoslovakian Underground culture after 1948. should be interesting because as the title alludes to, Czechs were obsessed with the Velvet Underground, Lou Reed, and Frank Zappa. Beyond that, if it's anything like my czech modern literature class now, it should be rather amusing. In one of his recent powerpoints, he said simply "and here's Paral playing the guitar..." and of course this followed. maybe he'll continue with his running theme of kittens singing in the next class.

oh yes, by the time i finish at UT, i'll have a BS in something.