The Philosopher's Squid.

There are a few things I’ve been lucky enough to have in an otherwise shitty year.

These would be:

• My family who somehow enjoys my rampant insanity and loves me all the same.
• My boyfriend: though we have sparred, wrestled, and raged… I love him. I can’t think of someone who I’m more attune with, someone who sees the same horrible shit I do and wants to actually talk about it with me and do something. I’m really happy this has been another year where we’ve been lucky to exist in each other’s paradigms.
• The friends who I’ve either met or hung out with more: they’ve really added a lot to my life in subtle ways
• Some of my Tumblr’rs: you make me laugh and think about things in a way I otherwise would not have. I’m all about it.

Hopefully, this new year will bring not so much more of the same, but since this whole thing is kind of a clash of chances, I’m not expecting much. I’m happy just to be alive.

Have a great New Year, friends.

Eep. I’m glad everything worked itself out okay. We’ve had a few similar scares. However, “until they puke that shit up” is perhaps the best combination of words *ever*. I think you need to put out recipes or some sort of instruction manual.

Hahah! I’ve always dreamt of putting out a few how-to guides. You’d definitely be able to tell they were written by me.  Good thing? I think so.

is comically bad.

It reminds me of the Scary Movie franchise and how the first two were magical (thanks Wayans bros.), but then it all went to shit afterwards. ‘Tis tragic. But not really.

There are few movies I watch that make me really uncomfortable. This is one of those movies.

I’ve never witnessed such an elegant freak out like the one Saffron Burrows is having up in hurr.  On a side note, Saffron Burrows was in a really shitty movie called “Deep Blue Sea” which I hope no one remembers (it has a lot to do with finding the cure for Alzheimer’s and intelligent killer sharks. Nuff. Said.). Let’s say this is a far removal of that.

The movie is based on a play written in 1888, with relatively little changed.  It’s pretty much about power struggle between the classes and men and women, and it would be pretty cool to see on stage.  It’s intense and weird and I think it translates well into a movie.

Is it weird that I thought Natalie Portman was somehow above starring in a romantic comedy with Ashton Kutcher?

Cameron Diaz, sure. Katherine Heigl, I mean, of course (27 Dresses, amirite?).

No one is immune to romantic comeditis, it seems.

I mean… I’ll still probably watch it once it comes on MAX Channel at 3 in the morning. Whatevs.

So, in the last month or so of the semester, I gained about 10-15 lbs. HAH! I always swore I would never be one of those people who gained the freshman 15… but instead I gained the sophomore 20… and now the extra junior 10. 

This isn’t a bad thing, per se. 

I love being a Rubenesque layday, gruesa, if you please, but I also love fitting into the clothes I already have. Naw mean?

It’s not just vanity as well. Diabetes Type II runs in the immediate family, and I have a VERY high chance of getting that shite. I love real sugar and fried goodness in all their wonderous incarnations, but not enough to screw up my vessel of awesomeness (i.e. my one and only body).

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roseann:

no one texted me merry christmas this year. 

i win.

I have no idea if anyone has mass-texted me because I haven’t seen my phone in four days. I’d like to call this a win as well.

My Accomplishments

• Watched an ungodly amount of LOST within four days.
• Talked to my mom about nothing (just like the good ol’ days!)
• Chrimmas shopping’s all done! I heart the interwebz.

Uh, I think that’s about it.

I haven’t studied for the LSAT yet. I haven’t picked up a book, really. I haven’t put on my running shoes. BUT, all this will change soon. Yes… it will change very soon… mwahahaha!

I need to stfu and open a book.

This break is kind of my “get smart again break!” where I’m going to read obscene amounts and study for the LSAT (all while watching Lost. Hooah!)

Do you guys have any good politically-themed books you’d recommend?

I really want to try to read some stuff in my discipline and I have a short list made out, but I’d really love if some of ya’ll threw some stuff out at me. I’d appreciate it!

If you can’t think of something political, you can recommend me whatever you want! I’m up for a lot of stuff this break.

Thanks my fellow tumblrkind.

I have no experience with Lost. Isn’t it basically Survivor with polar bears and dead philosophers?

Hmm, good question my friend.  It is a lot like Survivor plus polar bears I s’pose, AND they do throw around the names of dead philosophers (which was hard for me to get over; Rousseau is a french woman and there’s a David Hume who’s Scottish. Clever? I don’t know) … but it’s an interesting story and there’s A LOT of character development.  Everybody has a really fantastic story, and I can’t stop watching now because I NEED TO KNOW WHY THEY’RE ON THE ISLAND. Uh, ‘scuse me, I don’t know what came over me.  Anyway, if you’ve ever got a free 40 minutes, I suggest you watch this shite on Netflix.  It’s something to do, if anything :)

 I’m really impressed with the quality of the show, in production, acting, and writing.

I’ve got to say… WHAT THE FUCK. 

Apparently, it’s gets REALLY batshit crazy after the second season.

It… it’s not batshit crazy now? When a whole bunch of batshit crazy things are happening in the first season? What?

OH GAWD.

Srsly though, I really love it. It’s ridonkulously good.

This crapfest of a semester has finally come to an end. I don’t know whether I should cry or poop. It’s really a tossup.

I applaud you for being able to get work done at the library (and with an adorable raccoon trying to swallow your skull, no less!). It’s always been a skill I do not possess.

I’m sure you DO possess this skill. It is within you, young padawan.  Seek you must an animal trying to eat your head. *grumbly Yoda sounds*

I’m so dumb. IGNORE ME. I lack sensibility + sleep.

Well, this time it wasn’t free per say, but when I ordered a soy chai tea latte, they were out of soy so they made it with skim milk and a venti.  So I got a size up without having to pay extra. Kind of cool. If these crazy things keep happening, I might have to start a lame ass blog about the free shit I get from the dubious Starbucks by the University. It might happen. 

Probably not, but … maybe?

And the few times I’ve looked at it since.

While I think it’s a great book, it might be a bit overrated. Holden Caulfield was a weirdo I can sort of relate with, but that doesn’t make it the coming-of-age novel. There are probably better ones out there. Y/n?

I got my grubby hands on another free drink: a hot chocolate! GODDAMN, I love this place.  The constant flow of questionable customers results in me getting free awesome things.  Good good.

I can bounce back from this.

Pretty sure.

I kind of can’t wait to get the next 5 days (including today) over with.  On Tuesday after all is said and done, I’ll just be able to curl up with Mafoofoo’s Netflix, neglecting the unread books on my shelf. I DON’T WANT TO READ ANYMORE. Sue me. :(

I think I’m going to start watching LOST on Netflix after school gets out. It seems entertaining and thought-provoking, but I really just want to watch it to swoon after John Locke, or Jeremy Bentham, or whatever philosopher’s name he took on.

Whenever I see Hurley, I can’t help but think, “Poor Hurley.” I don’t know why.

Also, John Locke is pretty hot. I mean, you know? Yeah?

Okay, that’s a lie.  After that, the only lie I’ve told is that I’m not going to get anything done.  I’ve actually been quite productive and I’m writing baby papers like nobody’s business.

I’ve also come across an interesting, albeit disgusting, realization: I don’t know when the last time I showered was.  I THINK Sunday. I’ve just been bogged down and it’s affecting my hygiene.  God only knows the kind of germs and things I have on me right now. I feel like some sort of schoolwork machine that knows nothing of human love or cleanliness.  I think the only redeeming measures I’ve taken to stay a part of this species are smaller hygienic actions, like brushing my teeth, etc. No overall shower though.

So, after I type this I’m going to go hop into the shower and try to feel somewhat human again. And then more machine-like typing! Sounds like a plan.

So this bitch ain’t gonna get antythang done. And so it shall be.

and not una reina?

Ah hah! You got me, fair lady. I wasn’t really thinking about it because I wanted to translate an idiom into Spanish (is ‘like a king’ an idiomatic expression? Maybe? Or am I crazy? Now I don’t know!).  I’m glad you called me out :)

I just typed 2 1/4 pages in Spanish. I feel like un rey.

We wants them, yes…

I really love Poetic License. *heavy mouth breathing*

I can smell it. It’s the smell of anxiety and unpreparedness. Good. Stuff.

I’m not sure I like it over here anymore. It’s so cold. Like a communist Russia-era library (or how my little mind would assume one would be).  

BRRR. Dosvedanya warmth.

I’m so tired. I’m trying not to lose my shit, but I’m finding it hard to keep composure.

I can’t wait until this day is over. I NEED SLEEP.

Really need to loan you a work of Mr. David Foster Wallace. He seemed to really enjoy using sex terms or words that might otherwise make the reader uncomfortable as though they were everyday verbs and adverbs.

YES, I’d love to borrow a work of his.  We can do an exchange of sorts, but I’m not sure what I can give you in return. David Sedaris anthology? I have it. We can make it happen.

Line from my textbook. Needless to say, this is HILARIOUS.