Fellmama

I went arching on Tuesday, and it was FUN. (Well, what would you call the intransitive verb form of archery?) I am teh suck, but since I haven't shot since junior high, I consider my performance quite satisfactory. And I will be better Friday.
Several of the profs I asked for Rhodes recommendations were very enthusiastic. Dana, for one, which I found peculiar (given that I'm pretty sure he hates me), but then, I brought him news of a former student whom he really liked. And he has trouble remembering who I am, anyway, so maybe he's currently confusing me with someone he doesn't hate. Cotts was EXTREMELY enthusiastic--and he *volunteered* to vet grad schools for me when I brought him the short list. One thing that really sunk in Tuesday--professors love to talk. I caused a wave of unproductivity that swept both Maxey and Olin, sparing none. (Except Schmitz, because he wasn't in his office. Always two steps ahead of me, Mr. Bond.)
I feel like a trend whore, having become addicted to both Sex and the City and Firefly. The funny! The clever dialogue! The good-looking men!
So I seem to have single-handedly started a Japanese navy livejournal craze. Go me.

I'm utterly exhausted. Nine o'clock classes are another thing that makes Baby Jesus cry.
Stupid Rhodes scholarship. It's too much damn WORK for something I'm not going to get anyway. And I'm just pissing off my profs asking for letters of rec a month before I'm going to have to go back for the grad school. Gar.
I was going to do archery this afternoon, just to prove to all of you that I don't just talk about academics, but it was canceled. So there.

I got a library locker! w00t! No more hauling Tacitus all the way to hell and gone.
So 401 really sucks.

. . .

The locker was really the only thing I had to say.
Also pie.

Tulane's website is back up.
My first 401 class is tomorrow night. It promises to be a three-hour exercise in tedium. Perhaps I will drink caffiene with dinner.
Schwa kicks ass, but singing bad songs makes Baby Jesus cry. It's a toss-up.
The semi-final list is comprised of 31 schools. Now I have to decide which ones I'm actually applying to. What think you, my peers?
( Semi-Finals, Round One )

I just had the biggest "Duh!" moment ever. So I was looking at grad schools, and wanted to go to Tulane's webpage. But it wouldn't load. So I tried Googling it. Still no load. I tried a departmental page. Still no load. Then it hit me: Tulane is in New Orleans.

I seldom pray by myself; I have a strong liturgical/conformist streak (shall we say). But boy am I praying right now.

Grad school list stands at 41. Current fancy: The Ohio State University.

List 5 reasons why you are a dork--and make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be loud and proud about how big of a dork you are! Then pick the 5 biggest dorks you know and have them do the same.

1. I sing harmony along to punk.

2. The biggest thrill of my Sunday was opening the box that contained my new Smyth's Greek Grammar.

3. I was once sitting around on a Friday night with some buddies, and when a dorm riot came up in conversation, I compared it to Kristallnacht.

4. I just Googled "Kristallnacht" so I'd be sure to spell it right.

5. This is my email signature:
"He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: It fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination--but at the end of the day they'd settle quite happily for egg and chips, if it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato." --Terry Pratchett, "The Fifth Elephant"

"Skepticism about the capacity of the human mind to grasp the structures of nature directly led to growing doubt about the possibility of such an identiy, to a recognition of the conventionality of language and its susceptibility to change, to the perception of language as a human creation, and eventually to the conclusion that, as the creator of language, man also shapes through language the only world he can know directly, including even himself." --William J. Bouwsma, "The Renaissance and the Drama of Western History."

And I tag: superquail, colvincd, sparnak, urbanwhittie, and napkin314. (That's right, smarty-pants: if you're so dorky, do it twice.)

I have rearranged my room so that the window-poking incident can never be repeated. This is a Good Thing. I also have a really nice new comforter and sheets.
I'm just listening to this CD for the first time--I got it last week--and it kicks ASS.

I just got this email, and it made me immeasurably happy. This is how I know I'm a geek:

". . . new online additions at the library:
. . . ·JSTOR (Arts & Sciences III): An additional JSTOR collection
was added which will contain a minimum of 120 titles at completion.
Focused on the arts and humanities, the Arts & Sciences III Collection
makes available journals covering language and literature, music, and
the history and study of art and architecture. The completed collection
will include additional titles in these fields as well as cultural
studies, film, folklore, performing arts, and religion."

Confession:
I just don't get Belle and Sebastian. Also Radiohead.

Boise was awesome. The concert was truly fabulous--I've been to few better, if any. And seeing Rachel and Nicole both was icing on the cake, so to speak.
I had my wisdom teeth out Friday, and I'm not dead yet. I'm not even in that much pain; the drugs are good. One side isn't even swollen. But I'm getting a little sick of chewing with my front teeth.
Next obstacle: the GREs. Icky icky icky. I need to bone up on the math bits. Otherwise I shall disgrace all the valiant teachers who endeavored to beat algebra into my head over the years.

Ah, Moscow. Land of perpetual semi-boredom. I think I'd be fine if I was in school here--I'd have plenty to do. It's just my innate laziness rising to the fore.
I went to the Needle Nook today for a pattern consultation . . . and they were having a sale. I am poorer but happier as I contemplate my spoils. Fortunately, "but it was on sale" has always been a legitimate excuse in my household.
So it turns out that I need to take the GRE on the 11th of August. Otherwise, I'd have to drive to Spokane. I think I'll just go ahead and do it--the practice I took was just like the SATs, and I was fine there.
I don't WANNA have my wisdom teeth out! I need all the wisdom I can get.
Bonus points if you can name the source of the subject line.