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15 secrets or now i'm listening
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I don't often post lyrics, but I am feeling sappy and thought I would post the lyrics of me and David's song, because I am lovey dovey like that. This has been the perfect song for us since we met because it's almost like it was written for our relationship. *swoon*

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I've realized that I write a lot about makeup in my entries, and that not everyone necessarily cares about my latest MAC drama or which sixty eyeshadows I wore today. Soooooo....I am resurrecting my defunct "deep thoughts/poetry" journal, secretballerina and opening it back up as my makeup and makeup looks journal. Add it, comment here to be added, whatever, but from now on all of my makeup related posts will be done over there. It's sure to be thrilling, like my very own MAC forum where I make the rules, muahahah!
9 secrets or now i'm listening
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CBS is having an American Idol-style show (only with more piercings and tattoos) where the winner will be the new lead singer of INXS. It is a sad day for all.

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2 secrets or now i'm listening
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This week has been ridiculously busy with planning for the conference (which finally begins on Friday...it's hard to believe the time has come already). I spent the weekend in the suburbs watching the dog while my parents were in Las Vegas. Though their trip was a disaster, it worked out well for me because I got lots of MAC Pro Pigments.

I'm once again having difficulties with the undergraduates in one of my cross registered class. I hate to be one of those assholes (many of whom I hate) who lump undergrads into a group (many of these people who think undergrads are dumb were undergrads practically two years ago...you haven't become Einstein in two years, my friend), and I don't, but this particular group just...bugs me.

In Correctional Policy and Practice, we discuss a lot of sociological issues surrounding incarceration. When it comes time to debate a particular issue, we must present some kind of valid sociological support for our opinions. However, the undergrads seem content to present anecdotal evidence, which, as we all know, is not truth. So, the question arises from our professor, "What could be some alternatives to imprisoning people who are drug users or addicts?" One girl says, "Well, for one, I think we should take their children away forever, because once at work I saw this little girl who was beaten and raped by the people the mother had coming in the house to sell her drugs." Well, then, let's go ahead and do it! If you've seen it happen to one person, then by all means, this is the solution! Let's just go ahead and put all the children of everyone who has ever used drugs in foster care. That's fantastic, brilliant, even. What if they have children after the drug offense? Well, then we should be there waiting at the hospital when they give birth to take the child away from them! ....

I mean, really, on what planet is this the best solution we can come up with? But she's convinced, since she's seen it happen ONE TIME. Okay, I'll cut this short before I start ranting more.
1 secret or now i'm listening
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So, today I was watching the news and they had a little blurb about what the city plans to do with the 5th and Forbes area downtown. For those of you not from Pittsburgh, it's basically this area between the two streets that has a lot of abandoned store fronts and is generally run down. On the news they called it "The undisputed ghetto of downtown." Now, it's true, it's not exactly picturesque, but I thought two things...

1. It's not like *any* of our downtown area is particularly upscale and fabulous, and
2. "Undisputed ghetto"????? Have these people ever been outside of the suburbs??!? There are FAR worse ghettos in the world, FAR worse, hell, there are worse ghettos in Pittsburgh. I don't even think 5th and Forbes *qualifies* as a ghetto, more like an unfortunately dirty couple of blocks in need of a good paint job. If you want to see a real ghetto, go to...I don't know, but don't go to fucking 5th and Forbes! 5th and Forbes at least has a department store and a CVS. Ghettos don't tend to.

But, in good news, my hair dye was on sale. There was much rejoicing.
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I finally finished crocheting the blanket I started in March (I think). It numbers at 192 granny squares in eight different colors. I can't believe how damned long I've been working on this thing and that it's finally done. I should stick to knitting.

It turns out I did exceptionally well on that bitch of an org theory midterm I was working on a couple of weeks ago (all 18 pages of it). I guess I'm not going to fail out of grad school after all! And hey, if I can do so well on something I thought I had no clue about, and am completely disinterested in, imagine what I will do one day in a program in which I really am interested!
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Will someone please explain to me why the temperature going up about five degrees means it's time for everyone to break out the shorts and flip flops again? It's fall, people, pants and socks are advisable.
5 secrets or now i'm listening
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It rained cats and dogs tonight. That bastard let us out twenty minutes late again and I had to wait in the rain with no umbrella for the later bus. After about ten minutes, a guy at the bus stop let me stand under his umbrella. Chivalry is still alive. What a pleasure.

And now for something completely different, a survey thingy stolen from shewontburn!

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2 secrets or now i'm listening
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So, I just got back from a weekend in Chicago with David, where we went to see the Morrissey show. I have many things to say, which I will cut into little mini-essays. Select the topics that interest you and read. Some are sure to be interesting (or at least a little bit funny).

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The Magnificent Mile Shopping ExperienceCollapse )

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4 secrets or now i'm listening
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So, Dell shipped my new A/C adapter (actually, they sent me two, so I figured I'd send them back both of my old ones. Hey, not my fault they screwed up) a couple of days ago. Sometimes, my neighbors will sign for my packages when I'm not here, which is really very nice. They are a Bulgarian family with a very sweet little daughter who showed me where the laundry room was when I moved in. So, the husband left me a note telling me he had signed for my packages and for me to stop over to pick them up. I guess he heard Megan and I come into the apartment, because as I walked over to talk to him, he opened the door....in his underwear. I pretended not to be totally freaked out, as he is an older gentleman, and this is the kind of thing you see on TV. He put shorts on and brought me my packages, asking me if it was alright to take my packages (he said he didn't know how Americans feel about things like this), and I said it was fine, and that I was in fact very appreciative about it. I said goodbye and closed the door. What I wanted to say was there is only one man in my life that it is acceptable for me to see with his pants off, and he is 27 and not my middle-aged neighbor. But thanks for getting my A/C adapters.
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Yoinked from Meg and found at okcupid. Anyone shocked?

You are a
Social Liberal
(91% permissive)

and an...

Economic Liberal
(13% permissive)

You are best described as a:
Socialist
You exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness.
1 secret or now i'm listening
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Or at least I think he is dead. Okay, this is going to sound terrible, but anyway...So, yesterday, I thought Zarathustra's (my snail) behavior was a bit off. Sometimes he moves around one of the plants in my tank and generally hangs out, but yesterday he was just kind of nestled in them. I thought nothing of it. Then, once I miraculously finished my 18 page midterm at 1:00 AM, I looked at the tank, and he was just floating around the top. I had my suspicions, but had read online that sometimes snails like to float. He never has before, so I was fairly sure he died. However, I have been too scared to remove him from the tank (though if he is dead he will decay and pollute the tank) in case he's just being weird. This morning he had sunk to the bottom and is showing no signs of activity. So, yeah, I think he is pretty much deceased, and now I have to decide what to do with him. I think I may put him in the woods behind my apartment as a way of returning him to the earth. You know, I used to have no luck keeping fish alive, but so far Viv and Foucault have been thriving. How did I manage to kill my snail?

However, there is some unrelated...
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Alright, enough stalling. Back to the twelve more hours of work I have to do today.
3 secrets or now i'm listening
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"I hear there's rumors on the internets." - George W. Bush

Where are these other internets and how can I get to them? I am on the computer all the time and I have only found one internet! Goddammit, what am I missing out on?
2 secrets or now i'm listening
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So, in the lab today, the toner cartridge on the laser printer ran out. Though the message screen alerts you when this happens, no less than three people stared at the printer wondering why it wouldn't print before I realized what was going on and figured I was going to have to replace it myself, despite it being a fairly simple procedure. I go and retrieve a new cartridge and proceed to open up the package only to find that it was defective and had exploded within the wrapper, covering me and the desk in powdered ink while the rest of the people continued to stare in amazement at the printer. I recover, get a working cartridge, install it, and go to the bathroom to wash the toner off my hands and face. I am gone not five minutes and return to find everyone once again staring at the printer, the new toner cartridge on the desk. I ask what is going on, and they tell me there is a paper jam. I open up the printer to find they put WAY too much paper in the tray. I free the jam, and am once again covered in toner. I wash up again. About fifteen minutes later, I blow my nose (my bronchitis seems to have now transformed into a sinus infection) and toner comes out of my nose. I suck.
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As you are obviously aware, we have laws in this fine city of ours about cleaning up the crap of our dogs from the sidewalks. I know you are aware of this, because as I turned the corner of Walnut and Negley today, I discovered a bag of dog crap on the sidewalk. Now, perhaps this law needs a bit of clarification. The point of putting the dog crap in the bag is so you may dispose of it in a trashcan or dumpster so that it is not stinking up the sidewalk, spelling sure peril for whoever may walk by. It is not enough that you simply put the crap in a plastic grocery store bag. You are required to actually place this bag in a trash receptacle. I mean, come on, you already went through the trouble of putting the mounds of crap in the bag, why not go that extra mile and just throw it away? The street is full of dumpsters and trashcans, so this is not a problem. I was a bit pissed off today when, after a great shopping trip, I nearly stepped right into a full, overflowing bag of dog shit on the sidewalk in my beautiful Rocket Dog shoes and my favorite pinstripe suit pants. Had I actually stepped into it, I would be significantly more pissed off than I am now. As it is, we were both lucky, and I am writing this as only a friendly reminder. As one of the more pretentious, high class neighborhoods in the city, I expect that we will all take special care to see to the beauty and safety of our fine streets and not strew dog shit all over the place. Thanks for your time.
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I apologize to those who are sick of my medical woes, but if you can't share your dirty illness details with your nearest and dearest internet friends, with whom can you share them?

So, yes, today was trip three to the doctor. She was shocked I wasn't feeling better, and even more disturbed to find that the wheezing has now permeated all sections of both lungs. So, she sent me for a chest x-ray which came back negative, gave me a nebulizer treatment which made me feel high, and put me on steroids. I bought a humidifier and have been wearing my aromatherapy oil diffuser as well as a reiki crystal over my chest to try to drive this madness from my body. So, basically, I have hardcore bronchitis (not yet pneumonia, thankfully) and feel more like crap from the medication than anything else. However, all this kept me from working today with all the back and forth to health services and the hospital. My plan for the weekend: lay low! Break out the movies and the green tea, I am for the next few days an invalid.
4 secrets or now i'm listening
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So, yeah, I went back to health services on Tuesday and got to see someone with the authority to give me medication. After listening to my lungs, she determined I was wheezing in my right lung and have bronchitis. She gave me an inhaler and antibiotics. I am supposed to be feeling better by now, but alas I am not, and thus have to return to the doctor tomorrow. I suck.

On a more interesting note, last night, one of David's friends wanted to take us out for a drink to celebrate his birthday. First we went to a bar on Centre Ave, but then David's friend wanted to go meet one of her friends at a gay bar in Shadyside. It was more or less the most horrible bar experience of my life. First, I was standing at the bar drinking a glass of red wine, when the manager ran into me, spilling half of my wine on my brand new Gap skirt. He gave me a towel with club soda to clean it off with, and everything was cool. Later, David went to take a cell phone call, and because the music was so loud, he had to stand right in front of the kitchen door. The same manager who covered me with vino, completely unprovoked, told David to get the hell out of his bar, and that no one comes to his bar and stands in his kitchen. David asked if he could come tell his friends that he was leaving, and the guy said he was calling the cops. It was just one of those really weird experiences where you aren't sure that what's happening is really happening. After we left, and assured the police we would not come back, I tried to wrap my mind around what had occurred. Part of me wants to say the guy just had a bad day. Part of me wonders if the guy was pissed that a bunch of straight kids were at the gay bar. I hate to say that, but I guess it's possible that when one creates a place where a traditionally harassed minority can feel safe and free to express themselves, they feel intruded upon that the majority would come there too. I don't know what it was, but I know after the cops left, I hacked up phlegm in the car for about fifteen minutes. I am still too much in shock to really be angry...I don't even know if I should be angry. I mean, we didn't do anything wrong. David didn't antagonize him, nor was he really even *in* the kitchen. It's just very strange.
3 secrets or now i'm listening
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Yesterday I went to health services (something I was scared to do since the last time I was more or less told I was sick because I don't believe Jesus is our savior) and was told I was definitely sick and that it should clear up. I got a rather impressive goody-bag: a full sized Robitussin, two kinds of cough drops, Advil Cold & Sinus, and paper thermometers. The nurse was nice. When I told her I smoked, I said, "I know, I know, it's bad," and she said, "It's alright, I'm not here to judge you," which was cool. She said if the home treatment didn't work to come back Wednesday to see the doctor. Last night, I could hardly breathe and soaked my sheets with night sweats, and woke up with a terrible headache, body aches, and a pain in my chest. I threw down on the phone with health services and told them this was not going to get better, as I think I am having a hard time breathing in my sleep, hence the headache. So, alas, soon I will be leaving to see the doctor. I just don't think I can cough anymore. My whole body hurts from coughing. I've done all I can: anti-inflammatory, cough syrup, fluids, getting plenty of rest...but I am ridiculously ill.

On an unrelated note, my professor kept us until 9:00 last night (class ends at 8:40) and I missed my bus. I had to take a later bus which was the scariest experience of my life. The bus was packed and ready to revolt. People in the back screaming at each other that one was going to beat the other one: "I will kick your white ass, bitch!" A cranky woman wouldn't move to let a man in a wheel chair on. This slowed down our progress, sowing the seeds of revolt. I managed to get off unscathed, but the next time, I am just going to leave class to get my usual bus whether that meanie is done or not.

Off to health services. Wish me luck.
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