I am so busy.

My life is so hard right now. WOE IS ME.

Just kidding, these approaching deadlines are stressing me a bit (I'm not understating, I wish they would stress me more so I would do something about it). I should really stop procrastinating. The fact that the deadline of one thing has now been extended, AGAIN, is only making it worse. I should get it done and in so they can just hire me already.

Other than that, I'm busy and I like it. Sort of.

Also, it hit about 50 today, melting most of the snow/ice and forming large puddles. Of course, now the puddles and standing water will freeze when it hits 18 tonight, so was it worth it? I dare say yes, though I may change my mind tomorrow when I bust my ass on said frozen puddles.

Childhood

Jessica at my crib when I was a baby

I really need some motivation in life. I'm trying to write a personal essay for this fellowship, and I can't seem to figure out the answer to their questions. What are my interests, fellowship objectives, and life goals? What qualifications do I have?

Aw hell. I don't know! And this is the easy essay.

But I do have a paper due tomorrow in my women's studies class relating childhood perspective theory to a memory. So I've been thinking a lot about memories, and some are just hilarious. For instance, when we used to go to presidents' homes/birthplaces/grave sites on vacation... which is just weird in itself. But I was reminded the last time I was home that there was one time when we went to the grave of Chester Arthur, and my sister and I (and Katie, I think) decided to make the experience more interesting, so we started calling him "Papa Arthur" and screaming and wailing over his death. That's right, there was a lot of old time English going on, with the hand across the forehead and the fake fainting.

Fainting Couch, as they were referred to in the 19th century, when women started to wear corsets and got all out of breath.

We were history majors, even then. What can I say? I will post more memories later. Right now I'm actually going to try and write something. All while babysitting, ha! These kids won't leave me alone!

Eep, let the new lifestyle begin

I am speaking of one change in particular. Which I'm probably irrationally freaked about, but it's been almost 8 years and... eep! Scared!

Also, if I seem moody from here on out, tell me so I can fix it.

A play and a concert tonight! And then hopefully writing something for this application due on Monday. Time is running out!!

I like long walks and sci-fi movies

And the song that subject line came from.

Something I've recently admitted to myself: I like sci-fi. I think I didn't want to admit it before because the category itself seems utterly nerdy and not my genre at all. Let's be honest, we all think sci-fi and go straight to Star Trek. Of which I am not a fan (confusing with the picture, isn't it?). Then I started thinking about some of my favorite movies and movie types, and realized that it totally falls under the sci-fi category. The Matrix, Minority Report, V for Vendetta. Yeah, I like it. And obviously my obsession with Joss Whedon.

So fine. Fine! I admit it. I like sci-fi. I mean, good sci-fi (subjective, I know). And currently, I'm obsessed with "Tin Man," which is awesome.

Alright, off to class. I will update on classes a bit later, since this semester is going to be cah-razy. Add in looking for jobs and I will have no life.

It continues...

The insomnia rages on.

"Why don't you do something productive, like that paper that's due or the application you've yet to begin?" You ask?

If productive things came from insomnia, I don't think there would be as many complaints. Who knows, just my opinion.

Yes, Paul Krugman, Yes!

He's just so fun to read, and a much better writer about how I feel about the bailout situation than I am. Perhaps because he's an expert in these matters. But seriously? Why is this my problem? Let capitalism fall if it's going to fall. Jeeeez.

Wish I had seen this before I wrote my post for replyforall about the economy. I said kinda what he did, just less eloquently and thought-through.

Elevating Science, Elevating Democracy

Wanted to post an essay written in The New York Times by Dennis Overbye about science. I really, really like it.

Elevating Science, Elevating Democracy

That's all for now. My professor just wrote me an email (I've been scamming for letters of rec) that said we haven't had a good long chat in a while, and then ended with, "Who are you, Jo?" Good question. If she'd asked me two weeks ago, the answer probably would have been different. Ever-changing, ever-contradicting. Like the Tao? Doubtful.

Also just wrote another old prof about life, which makes me not want to write more here. Sorry. You lose out.

Classes start tomorrow. And GO CARDINALS!