Attn World: I Am Blogging in Class

In a move some have been predicting for years, I have now taken my obsession with the internet with me to class–I am studying it. I know, I know, way to mix business with pleasure, right? Wrong. Little did I know that studying the internet would require actual research and writing and WORK. Those jerks. Way to take the fun out of everything.

Anyhow, to those ends, I am camped out in the library for my PWR class, allegedly looking for sources, but really blogging during class time. Hurrah!

At the moment, I’m trying to find articles that talk about the use of meetups as a community tool that WEREN’T published in People’s Weekly World, a newspaper for commies the world over. Wish me luck.

let’s utilize the use of a title

*snigger*

My roommate’s friend is in one of the classes I’m in, and tonight, he burst into our room, all outraged, to complain about the comments his TA had given him on his response to one of the films we watched in class. He began, in a giant huff, to read the offending sentence in his response out loud.
“…the effect of utilizing the use of black and white in the film…”
[here, I errupt in the giggles]
“…and so, he wrote in his response, ‘…interesting comments on black and white. In the future, however, let’s try to “utilize the use” of intelligible grammar.’ HOW DARE HE?? HE IS SUCH A DOUCHE!”
[I am now stifling gales of laughter and hiding in my room.]

Is this what teaching PWR is like, Ed? Is there a wall of shame where the grad students keep track of things like this? Cause there SHOULD be.

THAR BE PANDAS

I have uploaded more pictures to flickr. There are some pictures of pandas, some pictures of a wedding, and some pictures that I have just been too lazy to get to until just now. Personally, I am a big fan of the pictures of pandas. And also of Taboo, since Taboo is about the best game ever.

Since today is Sunday, my routine will be pretty standard. I have homework, reading, laundry, and room cleaning. Oh yes, it’s a laugh a minute. I have this theory that everybody’s either a laundry person or a dishes person. Not that you have to LIKE one or the other, but just that, given the choice, everybody’d have a strong preference for one over the other. I am a dishes person. There are few things I procrastinate as effectively as laundry. I hate it. That said, it IS a necessary evil, and one that I’m off to deal with….right now.

spring fever

What can I say? I was bored with brown.

I’ve got a bit of a case of Spring Fever, I guess. Everything has been frustrating me lately with  its sameness. I don’t know what it is, but I have this urge to dye my hair blue, cut it all off, move to a foreign country, buy an expensive car, go hang gliding, ANYTHING. I’m all twitchy here, kids.  The only things holding me back from tattoos and piercings are my extreme wussiness and my acute awareness of my inability to commit for a week, let alone a lifetime.

See? I can’t even commit to this blog post!

Gah.

blog crush

I have a blog crush. For months now, I’ve been reading the occasionally angsty undergraduate musings of Kat Lewin, who is a columnist for the Stanford Daily. I can’t even remember how I found the damn thing, but here I am, hopelessly addicted. When she moved back to campus following a stint in the Russian study abroad program, she moved into my building, and (I think) even lives on my hall. I exist in pure nervous anticipation of meeting her in the hall–a piece of the internet brought to life. I feel like I’ve been spying on her, reading all her secret thoughts, her rants about her new roommates, her rhapsodies over her boyfriend (whose blog (sorry, dude) is not nearly so much fun as hers).

I worry that someday I’m going to bump into her in the hall and instead of making the acceptable polite “sorry” noises, I’m going to bust out into some long rant about the time she accidentally spilled her roommate’s beer with a book and how LAME was it that the roommate freaked, I mean, after all, doesn’t reading in bed automatically take precedence over drinking in bed? I mean COME ON. I worry that somewhere there’s someone reading MY blog and worrying about running into me, although, to be honest, I’m pretty damn sure I know all of you. I wonder if she worries that there are strangers reading her blog, and then I remember that it’s got her name on it, and links to her column, and if her column is all splashed all over the internet, then she can’t be too worried about people reading her secret inner thoughts, but then I remember about her description of the annoying roommate and I wonder if she thinks that even though there’s a link to the blog on her facebook profile, this roommate will never see it. I wish I were similarly confident. After all, that whole condom rant might not exactly please MY roommate. I mean, it wasn’t MEAN, so to speak, but if it were me, I’d rather not have my noisy boyfriend romps splashed across the interwebs.

Is everyone as dedicated to internet stalking as I am, or am I an anomaly? I mean, if YOU had the blog address of someone you’d met over the summer, would YOU still be stalking, hoping for yet another pompously political entry, just for something to read? Could you find dirt on just about anyone using only google and your wiles, or is that just me? Is this a marketable skill, or a terrifyingly nosy tendency I should wean myself away from? Should I be worried that I can find ME using google? Is that creepy?

These are the things that bother me at one in the morning when I have no class the next day and have therefore given myself permission to stay up later than usual.

No, I lie. These are the things that bother me all the time, but I only find time to blog about at one in the morning. How totally meta is it that I’m blogging about my anxiety about blogging? I am SO web 2.0.

spring is springing

Spring here is beautiful, if a bit allergenic. The trees are all perfectly lush and green, the flowers start to bloom, in all of their bright red gory glory, and the caterpillars start to drop from the trees into the faces of unsuspecting bikers and pedestrians. I’ve put my new schedule into my Palm Pilot, dorkiest of all dorky devices, and once again I find myself looking up the numbering of the buildings on the quad so as not to look like a total moron wandering in late to building 160 having been on a wild goose chase around Stanford’s bizarrely non-linear numbering system.

Spring break was great. N0w onto Spring Quarter, may it not disappoint….