When We Fought

When we fought, it wasn't like we were intentionally trying to hurt one another. We were hurting and wanting someone to identify with that so we hurt one another. When we fought it wasn't because it drew the neighbor's attention, and it wasn't because we wanted our friends to see that we were real. When we fought, we meant to be talking about something else, and the pettiness of my job, of his work, of either one of our previous sexual exploits or the weather was what floated to the top and created a thin covering like pudding skin over the real issue. We fought, and it really wasn't anything.

"If you wanted to spend more time with me, you would have finished the assignment and you wouldn't have had to go meet with your professor in the first place. Sometimes I swear you do this on purpose. Please put down the guitar."

"Well it wasn't me who decided that we should forego the whole money thing. This is a capitalist nation. You're too much of an idealist for our own good."

"What is this 'our' anyway? You said that before. This is me. This is you. This is you chilling with your professor instead of meeting me."

"Are you mad?"

"No. I just hate you."

"I love you, baby."

Oppress Me, Please

Yet another well-intended study gone horribly horribly wrong.
MSN Women's Health has a story about a study reported in the Journal of Occupational and Evironmental Medicine about female employees aged 18-45 and the effects of PMS symptoms on job performance.

But the largest impact of PMS was on missed work time and productivity. Women with PMS had an average 14 percent reduction in expected work hours per week and a 15 percent reduction in work productivity, compared to women without PMS.

Good. A scientific study to prove that women are too emotional to be a.) paid the same or b.) hired in the first place. Thanks JOEM! We needed this!

Athens Wasn't Built In a Day

I'm heading south this weekend to visit good friend Sarah at OU. I probably haven't seen Sarah since maybe The March last April, so I'd wager it's been almost a year since that girl and I laid eyes on each other. Sarah and I went through some wellness problems together our senior year in college and spent a lot of time on the couch together at The Women's House where we lived. When I moved into the house, a few of my friends were skeptical about how well Sarah and I would get along, given her bright personality and my don't-take-crap bad attitude. Surprising to them (though not me) we got along just fine, and in fact, ended up having a lot in common. We developed plans for a comedy talk show and she spoke to me in Spanish while I answered her in English.
Eventually, we graduate and I ended up at The College of Wooster for an internship and a job as a Residence Director. My first day of RA training a large fellow with very long hair approached me. (I'm not going to lie, he was possibly the first person I noticed- you would understand if you've ever met him.) "I'm John Overholt," he said, which surprised me. I had heard that name before, and what are the chances of there being two people with that name? "You lived with my sister," he said, and just like that, I became a part of the Overholt family- one that has been extended to many a feminist and many an international student. I was John's supervisor at the time, but when his family came to visit him, they invited me to dinner, and when John's appendix exploded last year, I helped his mom and Sarah do his laundry. Sarah's mom joined us in D.C. and always asks about my health. They're a crazy family, and I haven't met the youngest one yet, but there is always an adventure to be had when any of them are around.
So John and I are hopping on a 3 hour tour to Athens, Ohio this evening. His birthday was last week and he wants to celebrate with his sister- I just happen to be in the same vicinity, so I get to go too. Oddly enough, I received a letter from OU today inviting me to an interview in two weeks for an Assisstantship for next year. (I am complacent.) Coincidence? I think not.
Here's to the weekend, and the old/always-kind-of-friends.

List, Baby

Here is a list of things...

...That I Have a Crush on:

1. Erin McKeown and her music
2. Poppies
3. Today's daytime weather
4. Cheetos, cereal, and Mexican food
5. Someone
6. The O.C. (I'm not proud of it)
7. Any dog

...That I Should Stop Doing

1. Drinking
2. Not cleaning the apartment
3. Eating out of the garbage
4. Drinking
5. Piling laundry on the floor instead of the hamper
6. Getting annoyed with Dr. Phil and not just changing the channel
7. Hating exercise
8. Drinking

...On My To-Do List

• Dinner with stressed out student
• Attend program on hate crimes
• Laundry
• Vacuum
• Pay VISA bill
• Go to drug store
• Have a meeting about Senior T-shirts

One Day Moves Into Two...

Oh hell yes... anyone? anyone?

Here are the latest Indigo Girls tour dates!

03/01/2005 40 Watt Club - Athens, Georgia (Benefit for the Craddock Center)
03/02/2005 (To Be Determined) - Dahlonega, Georgia
03/04/2005 Konocti Harbor Resort - Kelseyville, California
03/05/2005 Caesars Tahoe - Stateline, Nevada
03/18/2005 The Norva - Norfolk, Virginia
03/19/2005 Paramount Theatre - Charlottesville, Virginia
03/20/2005 9:30 Club - Washington, D.C.
03/22/2005 Scottish Rite Auditorium - Collingwood, New Jersey
03/24/2005 Odion - Cleveland, Ohio
03/25/2005 PromoWest - Columbus, Ohio
03/26/2005 Madison Theatre - Covington, Kentucky
03/28/2005 Overature Hall - Madison, Wisconsin
03/29/2005 Pageant - St. Louis, Missouri
05/09/2005-05/13/2005 The Washington National Cathedral College - Washington, D.C. (Cry Mercy, Shout Glory! The implicit and explicit music of proclamation - Conference by Don Saliers and Emily Saliers)
05/10/2005 The Washington National Cathedral - Washington D.C. (Lecture by Don Saliers and Emily Saliers)
10/29/2005 Olivia Cruise - San Diego, California

The latest official Indigo Girls tour information can always be found here:

http://www.indigogirls.com/tour.html


As always, props to anyone who can name the song the title of this post comes from...

What Does This Say?

Hay cosas numerosas que un administrador de la universidad debe confiarse en a su carrera. La comisión con la diversidad es una. Y puedo decirle, yo soy así que confiado...

¿Cuál está sobre escuchar alguien habla en su propia lengua (una que es diferente su el propio) que está abrogando tan? Pienso que debe ser relacionado con eso el mismo deseo de ser dedicado explícitamente al concepto de los estudiantes que amplían sus horizontes. Suena caseoso, pero es una de esas cosas sobre este trabajo que honesto crea. La gente no tuvo que como uno a, sino que ella necesita intentar entenderse.

Y me plazco ayudar con eso.

I Am a Cynical Idealist

We talked about religion in our Student Affairs (again, not about having affairs with students) meeting this week. Yeah. The rabbi Brad Hirschfield showed us his most excellent documentary, Freaks Like Me. Which was touching and I enjoyed hearing from representatives of different religions including a priestess and a woman who claimed to be "nothing." He's also a very engaging speaker, and if you're in Wooster this week, I would encourage you to attend something.
All that nice crap being said, I was rather annoyed by this meeting. I do not like being forced to discuss religion as an expectation of my job. I have nothing against religion, it's just not for me. There, I said it. The social implications of having a religion are too much for me to handle. People fight wars in the name of their god, the very same god that turns its back on them when they are most in need. People hate each other in the name of their god, and when the good rabbi talked about how he would not perform a gay marriage ceremony, I was once again assured that this religion thing is not for me. If something is claimed to be perfect, how can it reject any person? Am I too much of an idealist if I say that I think there is some good in everyone, it is only how you choose to bring that good out that makes us different people? To me this isn't crap, and it isn't who you think told you to be good that matters anyway. (In fact, I'm almost possible that this direction doesn't come from any outside source but from within.) To me, religion will never be the good that I see in the world and I am the only one that can try and make or find that.
Until next time...

Be the change that you wish to see in the world.
-Gandhi

A Bunch of Shit You Don't Care About

First of all, tragic hipster, I know that you looked at this page at 9:33 this morning, and yes, I'm stalking you back...
That said, I forgot that I was going to write about my weekend, there being drugs involved. Now that I have your attention, let me get it again; there weren't drugs but there was drinking to excess. Now it wasn't excess in the terms of the excess that would happen in college. I did not wake up the next morning thirsty and poopy, but really just felt like I hadn't gotten enough sleep. I went over to co-worker Carly's house for some fun and we ended up buying some bacardi and coke and watching the SAG awards. (Congrats to that guy from Law and Order who's wife did his acceptance speech beautifully.) We played Friends Trivia and made it into a game which we were both too awesome at (because apparently I know every detail of every friend's life) so we altered the rules to be that if your opponent got a question right, you had to drink. We eventually turned on Almost Famous, which I haven't previously seen (which is odd, since it has hippies and I happen to collect hippies and was once a hippy). I drank some more really quick and ended up spilling a major secret to her that I'd been dying to tell her anyway. This secret happens to be none of your business, unless of course you're amazing and you're involved in the secret (that is a direct shout out to you pumpkin), in which case, you already know what the secret is and should just forget this entire post.
Anyway, I ended up going home and not doing anything and then waking up the next day to some sort of Mythbusters marathon which was totally freaking awesome. I can't believe how much trouble a toaster in your bathtub could cause (myth confirmed!!).
Then there was the Super Shitty Bowl which was perhaps the most boring football game of all time. Even Paul McCartney was boring except for when he was playing Hey Jude (and that song is worth and entire post to itself). We didn't even drink on Sunday. But we did have Taco Bell (second time all weekend- sick!) which is sorta the same.
Ok, I'm posting this shit without reading over it OR spell checking.

I'm THAT Girl

There's a new thing over there on the right. It will tell me exactly how many people are not visiting this 'blog. Feel free to spy on that information and use it against me in the future.
I expect this to increase the number of jokes about the one person who reads me.
Oh, if you want one, you can totally get it yourself.

I Don't Have A Lot To Say About This, But...

Why do people ask you if it hurt to get your tattoo? The answer is yes!! It's a vibrating needle!!!

Is the tiny dancer that way because she is a midget or is she just very petite?

What is it about county fairs that makes people think it's ok to wear the confederate flag? Would you put that on to go to the mall? (Who am I kidding, of course you would.)

How many times do I have to tell you I'm not going to repeat myself?

People will always sit around outside without coats any time the temperature goes above 20 degrees warmer than it has been for a given period of time. This is true if for the past week it has been 25 degrees outside and it becomes a balmy 45. See also, Idiots in Sandals.

The College Years

In my haste to be productive today, I was browsing through an old burned CD with pictures and some mp3s from back in the day when it was still legal to steal those kinds of things from the internet (aka, College).

Learning a song on the old guitar,
complete with Twizzler in mouth,
instead of doing work, no doubt.

People always talk about how music reminds you of a time or a place and that is why you like it. So quickly running down the list, here's some songs I found on that old CD and what they remind me of...

10,000 Maniacs- These are the Days: The a capella group that a bunch of my friends were in always sang this song at the last show of the year. Damn they could pack the place.
Ben Harper- Steal My Kisses: Um, well... what does Ben Harper remind you of?
Any Dar Williams Song: Doing homework at the Women's House, getting interrupted by the guitar or Trading Spaces and making Dip instead.
Destiny's Child- Say My Name: Pretending to be "hip hop" and dancing around the dorm room on chairs
Fatboy Slim- Rockafellar Skank: Long-time roommate Jill. I renamed the file to "Rockafellar Jill" in her honor.
Fisher- I Will Love You: I think this chick was a one hit wonder, but my dad told me that we have the same voice.
Guster- Bury Me: Planning Springfest.
James Taylor- Copperline: Joy's dad, who played the guitar for us when he came to visit.
John Denver- Leaving on a Jet Plane: Any trip, ever, to see the boy in Philly.
Joni Mitchell- Big Yellow Taxi: Any friend who ever played this at CoffeeHaus.
Any song by Phish, Black Eyed Peas or Ekoostik Hookah: The House of Peace & Justice and the associated smell.

Those were some good times, some sick times, and some times when I was really pretty drunk... may they live on forever here in my 'blog.