I am feeling much better now. Not much a bowl of mac & cheese and a little Richard Pryor won't cure.

Fashion note: Blonde people should not be bald. Their eyebrows fade into their head, and they look like little alien pod people.   ¶ 9/13/2002 02:05:00 PM

  Sometimes, the rich and famous piss me off.

Why does Ms. Aguilera need BOTH an assortment of Club sandwhiches AND a deli meat tray? And both Soy and Regular milk, not to mention a freaking farmload of organic veggies. It's also snobby as hell, I think, to insist on all this crazy, weird, froo-froo health food and then ask for a six pack of coke and some oreos.

Now if I were deciding what little Miss Chicken Legs was having in her dressing room, I would leave a big ass bowl of mayonaisse and a box of twinkies.

Now N*Sync. While they are infinitely easier to please, we have on their catering list "2 Full Length Mirrors." Why is that a catering issue? Is Lance gonna eat the glass? And, they get a toy room. The fuck? If you're PERFORMING, then when are you going to have time to play in the toy room? And why can't you just have a big dressing room that includes toys?

I will never understand the philosophy that breeds such ridiculousness. I want a bunch of stupid stuff because I can get it. Not because I need it. But because people will give it to me.   ¶ 9/13/2002 11:19:00 AM

  Do you ever feel like the world is completely seperate from you- Like you woke up in an alternate universe that doesn't want you to be a part of it?

And you try to reach out to familiar, comfortable things because you need affirmation - that you're wanted, and that you're even here. And they reject you. And it makes it worse.

That's how I feel today.

My pants. My shirt. My chair. My Office. I'm not sitting right in any of it. Everything is detached. And I feel like if I don't grab hold of something, and soon, then I'm just going to dissolve away into nothing at all.




  ¶ 9/13/2002 10:28:00 AM

  Just realized that my nice, free mug that I got at the lunch today says "I'm an Ole Miss Parent" on the back side.

They gave us leftovers from orientation. Cheap ass bastards.   ¶ 9/12/2002 04:06:00 PM

  Oh! This is, I do believe, the best thing ever. Have you read American Gods? If so (and even if not, if you appreciate a good story), check it out.   ¶ 9/12/2002 02:06:00 PM

  So I lied. Rather than slacking off with the rest of my office cleaning, I rearranged my office instead. Headache now gone. Because that makes sense.

Also got dragged to a staff luncheon in the Union. I wasn't going to go, had not confirmed my attendance with whoever I was supposed to confirm with, etc. But people I work with dragged me over. The consolation prize was a free tee-shirt and a mug. The tee-shirt is actually kind of cute.

Now, I'm glad I went (free tee-shirt aside). Apparently, the black sororities and fraternities were putting on a step show on the Union patio. I have no idea if this was impromptu or not, but I didn't see anything about it in the paper. And I got to see it. It made me happy. And I want to dance. Somehow this translates into me coming back to my office rejuvenated and Ready To Face The Rest of My Day. There's something about stumbling on to something unexpected. It wasn't in my plan to be there, but I was, and it was the right time. I love that feeling.   ¶ 9/12/2002 01:56:00 PM

  Bleh. I have a headache today. I started cleaning out my office this morning. There are small, neatly contained piles of JUNK all over my office. It wasn't junk when I set it so carefully in the corner, on top of that other Not Junk that I set aside to deal with later. But once 3 months have passed and you have had no need for said Not Junk, and no one has come after you to ask after it, then it's transformed. It has been denoted to Clutter.

Now, two thirds of the way through (with a pile of Not Junk on my desk to sort through, and a massive pile of garbage that I've got to find a can big enough to cram it all into), I'm tired. Headache-y. Sick of dealing with it. Only... it's too late.

Despite all my grand ideas of a perfectly organized, clean, and Junk-free office, I know I'm gonna half-ass the rest of it. Just so I can come back and veg in front of the computer with some nice, mindless editing.

Grand plans, shot to shit. Yeah, it's a normal day.   ¶ 9/12/2002 11:08:00 AM

  Check out 25 Lines from Star Wars That Can Be Improved If You Substitute the Word "Pants." (But Beware of Runtime Errors). My personal favs are #s 10 and 12.   ¶ 9/11/2002 04:16:00 PM

  I have decided that I really, really hate UVA. They have the most moronic website of any academic institution that I have ever seen. And I've seen several. I have seen Community Colleges with better websites than this.

I can't find a damn thing. I'm looking at Management curriculum requirements at different schools- part of our own self-assessment project the Management faculty is undertaking. It's simple, really. You LOOK AT THE CATALOG. Only their catalog is on crack, not well indexed, and makes no freaking sense. I would rather the pages show up in a .PDF file and have to dig than what they've managed to slap together. The things that should have links don't. The links that are there are useless. Course descriptions aren't even listed in the contents page and you have to search for them. Not to mention some of the information is just plain wrong- or at least it doesn't track with something I found somewhere else.

If anyone who reads this goes to UVA (doubtful, but you never know), please quit wasting your time reading this and go volunteer to re-do your school's website. Even if your web-design skills are pitiful, I betcha you could make it better. Damn.   ¶ 9/11/2002 01:52:00 PM

  I just noticed the time on my prior post. I didn't do that on purpose (probably couldn't have if I'd tried, considering the unreliability of Blogger. No offense- I'm not bitching, because it's free). Very Strange.


  ¶ 9/11/2002 11:30:00 AM

  I guess you all know what day it is.

I don't want to dwell, and I'm not planning on it. But I also think it would be crass not to mention it.

On the fourteenth last year, the president asked everyone to say a prayer at noon or some such. Since prayer isn't really my bag, I wrote a poem instead- my own personal tribute to the lives that were lost. I thought today it would be appropriate to repost.

9/14/01 - A Haiku in Two Parts

On this day we mourn
Loved ones, strangers, and the past
Grief becomes our Hope


As we mourn this day
Yesterday becomes Tomorrow
The Future rebuilt

  ¶ 9/11/2002 11:09:00 AM

  Me, checking in.

I had to go to a meeting today in the fancy schmancy room in the Lyceum (which is our fancy schmancy building- it's the oldest on campus and the one that's in all the pictures). It made me feel simultaneously important and like a loser. Important because, well, I was in an Important Meeting. A loser because everyone else there knew each other, but not me. They'd also been to meetings there before. Not to mention I was by FAR the youngest person in the room. Probably the least educated of the bunch, too (which is not something I'm used to. I graduated from college, damn it!). So, that was interesting.

I've been told to look at the wallpaper in the front lobby, which supposedly depicts black southern women dolled up in Scarlett O'Hara clothes or some such. I don't even want to comment on that, because Oh. My. God. I didn't get a chance to see it, though, because we went in through the other way. I'm sort of afraid to, though, for (what I should hope are) obvious reasons.

Alicia told me that I had to do a cast list, too, because she did one. And I told her that it would have the same people in it as hers. And she said to do one anyway. So that should be coming soon (assuming I stop being Busy Mikkie).   ¶ 9/10/2002 05:08:00 PM