productivity (and weird ass dreams)

From a conversation with Trenton last night:

Him: ... I mean, it would be nice if a makeout partner just fell in my lap...
Me: Especially face-first!

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I'm thinking of making a 'Jackie's November Soundtrack' CD and sending it to all my Dear Ones. Would you want one?

I registered for classes this morning. This is my schedule for next semester:

M:
10am to 10:50am - The Human Agenda: Health Issues (Aaaaagh, science!)
4pm to 7pm - Lab

T:
2:30pm to 3:45pm - World Music
7pm to 9:30pm - Women Artists

W:
10am to 10:50am - Stupid science class again.
7pm to 9:30pm - English Seminar

R:
2:30pm to 3:45pm - World Music
7pm to 9:30pm - Love in Western Literature

F:
10am to 10:50am - Goddamn science.

All in all, not too bad.

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And now, I have to study. My 2nd Literary Theory and Criticism exam is tonite and I'm a tad nervous.

(Also, why did I have dreams about my mom getting new neighbors from Bakersfield, CA (my hometown)? They were hispanic and reminded me a little of my Aunt Kelly and Uncle Randy. They had two boys and I was a lot younger, and they had a huge, 4 story, rickety steel cage-like play house in their backyard. [In a parallel storyline, that playhouse became wooden and immersed in water. A girl who looked like Neve Campbell was showing me around the structure and we were swimming closer and closer. I had my first kiss (I was, like, 14) with her against the side of the playhouse. In water.] The dad had made a salad with pickled eggs in it, and was trying to put some in this flimsy wire basket I had. The funny thing is, he also gave me these brown tupperware things just like ones we used to heat up refried beans in when my mom made pork burritos, and he put those in the wire basket along with scoops of salad, which promptly fell through the wire mesh and into their pool filter. After I took the tupperware to my mom, who was doing yardwork, I went back to the neighbors' house and into the living room. Barbara was there and Baby J was still a baby. Barbara was knitting. Some obnoxious old lady kept demanding to hold Baby J, and when she was told she couldn't, she just picked out the stitches of whatever Barbara was working on. Also, my Aunt Sheila was there. She said she wanted to have a 4th baby (even though she only has two) that she could name Douglas. She said that after all the children she had birthed, labor was a cinch! As soon as she said that, she suddenly DID have 4 little boys. One named William, two named Scott and the last named Douglas.

Later, I had a dream where I was in a bookstore that also sold records. I kept trying to look at them, but they were these massive things, 2 feet across.

So. Fucking. Strange.)

spring schedule = a beautiful thing

Holy cow, I just edited my schedule for the spring, changing my science class. Now, my week starts Monday @ 4:30pm and ends Thursday @ 9:30pm. This means I have a 3 day weekend. No, make that a 3 and a half day weekend. Woooo.

And Holiday Spice Pepsi? WTF?

I'm supposed to be studying. Ha.

13 things you like: yarn, buttons, my pink pillowhat, hands, my robot-drawing pen, our riding crop, markers, my laptop, my ipod, paper, my record player, kittens, grass

12 foods you like: Panera Frontnega Chicken Sandwich, Ciabatta Bread, Rice Pudding, French Onion Soup, good Italian dishes, Sushi, Seriously Sharp White Aged Cheddar, Asparagus, Peanut Butter Blondies, White Pizza, Fresh Mozzerella, Mangoes

11 good books: A Wrinkle in Time, Dark Tower Series, Stone Butch Blues, White Teeth, Brick Lane, Fmlaming Iguanas, Illusions, The Door into Summer, White Noise, The Handmaid's Tale, The Joy Luck Club

10 things about you (physically): 5'4", big round belly, two pink swallow tattoos, one blue tribal sun tattoo, dimple on top of left foot from dropping scissors @ age 11, green eyes with orange flecks, little button nose, crooked teeth, tiny fingers, scarred legs from scratching mosquito bites as a child

9 good friends: Carly, Missy, Drew, Jenn, Trenton, my mom, my brother... um... me... and... my car

8 favorite drinks: water, chai, Toased Coconuts, fruity cheap wine, orange juice and amaretto, strawberry milk, orange juliuses, Nutcracker Sweet tea

7 things I wear daily: panties, a bra, shoes, my glasses, deodorant, my hair up (usually), Burt's Bees lip balm

6 things that annoy me: being poor, being 1100 miles from my mister, immaturity, drama, my sociology class, my Post-Shower Itchy Arms and Legs Syndrome

5 things you do everyday: check my email, talk to Trenton, pee, knit, breathe

4 shows I watch: The Simpsons, The Daily Show, The Chappelle Show, Drawn Together (terrible, I know)

3 people on whom I've got teenaged crushes: bearsir, tinydyke, that new drag king at Stonewall

2 people on LJ I haven't kissed: davecat and diverge, among many others

1 person with whom you could spend the rest of your life: Trenton

examphobia

I'm just a regular Posty McPosterson today, hm?

Memo to Self: Update later about phone call from brother, and why I now think he is a Cub.

I think I'm going to go buy a bag of Peanut Butter M&M's before my exam. I have to write three essays, and frankly, I need a little motivation.

Speaking of the essays, we were given 8 possible prompts, and of those, 5 will be on the test. Of *those*, we have to write three. I'm feeling pretty confidant about considering Audre Lorde's "Coal" under the scope of three different schools of thought. Also, I picked a Marge Piercy poem in order to do the essay about "woman as reader" and "woman as writer," as well as Showalter's categories of feminine, feminist, and female. I could probably do a decent job with the prompt asking us to compare and contrast two views of the female experience. If any of those don't show up on the exam, my backups are prompts about Freud's dreamwork and Raymond Williams' three definitions of ideology.

Good god. Brains, don't fail me now.