Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Part 1 of Day of Insanity

This is just a perfect example of why my life isn't real.

I ordered 200 blank white CD's and little white CD hubs a couple of weeks ago for my COR project. As of Thanksgiving, they still hadn't come. Finally, yesterday the CD hubs came in and we could start making the CD cases, which I suggested we start to do because as of yesterday we hadn't even started. So today Gary and Emily helped me paste and stick my way to success. Except Jakob didn't give me all 200 boxes, so we only have about 115 done. Anyway. The CD's.

As they still hadn't come in by today, I called the customer service phone number of the company. A woman on the other line told me that the CD's hadn't been shipped yet (!!!) because they were waiting for me to verify it.
"Verify what?!" I asked, utterly confused.
"Verify to send it across state lines." Uh. Excuse me?
"Did you send me an email or anything about this?" I was incredulously confused.
"No, but I think we called 5207957493." Oh great, they called my home number in TUCSON because it was the number on the card. But I was slightly mollified because that makes a little sense, right? But no.
"Did you leave a message with anyone?"
"Oh, I think I left a message." Right. So I call my mom, and of course they hadn't called. No call, no message, nothing. So I'm pissed about that. Then I try and get them to change my normal UPS ground shipping to an overnight rush delivery. No go.
"You can't change the status of delivery once the order has been made." I'm beginning to think this woman has a personal vendetta against me.
"But," she conceded, "you can cancel the order and then place another order and have that overnighted."
"Ok, if I did hypothetically do this, and re-ordered, would the CD's come by tomorrow?"
"No."
"Why??"
"We have to process it first. It's only overnighted from the time it's shipped."
This is getting ridiculous. So I hang up.

More later... I need to keep working.

Monday, November 26, 2007

The end is near

Oh, did I say that a couple of weeks ago was Hell Week? What I meant to say was, THIS WEEK WILL BE HELL WEEK.

COM Seminar Portfolio - due Wednesday
COR 401 Presentation - Thursday
CD Release Party - Friday

The CD's haven't come in yet. This means we haven't made them. My Lambda Pi Eta certificate is still in Tucson. I need that for my portfolio. I haven't actually bought my actual portfolio yet. I'm just a little stressed.

Pray for me?

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Replacing tears of gold with music and laughter

This past week should have been horrible. I even dubbed it Hell Week, with Wednesday appropriately titled the Hell Day within the Week of Hell. But instead of having the worst seven days of my life, I had some of the happiest times of this semester. You could even say I was giddy. Why? There's no reason. My notoriously bad memory is having trouble recalling Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday was spent dancing up in Archer, watching two Flight of the Conchords episodes, and putting out a pretty rockin' paper. And I remember thinking on Wednesday that it was odd that I'd been happy all week when there was so much stuff to be done.

Oh yeah! Monday I spent working on my 10 page COM paper, watching Heroes, and going to a COR 401 meeting. Tuesday was spent in similar fashion. Wednesday I just explained, and Thursday (yesterday) I got up fairly early, didn't feel sick from the Pap, got the paper sent, and picked it up again. It was nice. And this weekend's looking bright. Random trips to Vandalia to get McDonalds with Emily and Gary are stupid, but amazing. Love it.

Friday, November 16, 2007

The Illinois Chapter of the Dark Ferret Society has officially begun. First mission status: Tippi Thai.

Do you know how much I love Emily?

32 degrees. Batman mask, Batman cape, pea coat, snow cap with ear flaps and a bobble. White '95 Chevy lumina. 1 mission. 1 goal. 1 success. 1 life. 1 love.

Words cannot express and tongue cannot testify.

2:22 in the morning. Make a wish.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

And The World Spins Madly On

What is Writer Man doing? Where is that jasper? Is he really just leaving us alone for a few days or is there a more sinister reason we haven't noticed his ever present hand in our lives? I know he's sitting up there in his little apartment laughing because he's finally found a way that I can't figure him out. I'm too smart for his own good. But now that means nothing because he's psyching me out. Well fine. Do it - psych me out! I don't care. But know that I'm going to pretend to not care at all and do the only thing I can... which is wait.

Now that I'm done expounding on weird, imaginary stories I carry on inside my head, I can talk about what's actually going on in my life, which, of course, is nothing. Well, that's not entirely true... I have a 10 page paper for V Ross due next week, I have to order 200 blank white matte finish CD-R's, and the same number of nubbins, which are actually called dots, I have to apparently write a reflection paper on some articles for Psych, in 15 minutes I need to go fix some things on the Papyrus and then send it to the printer, then go to a radio meeting at 12:30 which I'm dreading, I have to scan these articles for my mom and email them to her because she's crazy, and I'm sure I have a lot of other random COR 401 things to accomplish. Oh life.

Sometimes rain that's needed falls, the Weepies tell me.

Tonight I'm going to the play! I forgot. Then afterwards I have a COR meeting which will kill any and all joy that the play brings me.

Sometimes my positivity hides behind my stress in a big game of hide and seek and I can't find it. Those are sad times.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Eat, Pray, Love

I keep thinking about something Mr. Monroe said sometime my junior or senior year in high school. He was talking about how connected he felt with God when reading or experiencing some things, but when he went back to them later, the connection wasn't there. He described frustration, but then the realization that the things themselves weren't the point - that God can use almost anything to commune with us.

I'm reading a beautiful book called Eat, Pray, Love. When Elizabeth describes her trip to India and her talks with a crinkly-eyed Balinese Medicine Man who reads her palm, I cried. As soon as I had finished, I went back to re-read it, and nothing. Not a drop. Not that I necessarily wanted to cry again, but it somehow wasn't as achingly beautiful and I needed to feel that again. It is frustrating.

But I love this woman. I'm something like 30 pages in and want to call her up and go to her cozy, warm colored apartment and drink tea and talk about books and life and the new shoes she just bought and my newest installment of weird boy-related follies. She is so real life that I want her to know that I'm here too. I exist! I also get too emotional, I also am sometimes happy-confident, sometimes desperately needy.

Woman. We need to talk.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

What can I compare you to?

Nashville, Nashville, Nashville, Nashville, Nashville, Nashville, Nashville!

That's where I am right now. And it's glorious. And I shall never leave.

"What can I compare you to, a window the sun shines through?
Maybe the silver moon
A smile rising
The magic of the fading day
Satellites on parade
A toast to the plans we've made to live like kings."

What a happy place.