a day in the life of the sassy little punkin
because i don't have any topical commentary or creative insight in me today, i thought perhaps i could share with you a day of my life. i chose today, tuesday october 14th, and have broken down the minutiae of my doings for your amusement, entertainment, judgment or what-have-you. may i present... my day
alarm goes off. have dialogue with self as to whether or not it really is 7:30, and if that really means i have to get up.
turn on tv to ktla, the only palatable local morning show
get up and check most of my dozen or so email accounts. get a little weirded out that the bank one ad on my yahoo email main page stars a friend of mine. open email and get excited that i sold another book from my collection on amazon
. yay! twenty bucks for me! check my blog for comments. read east coast blogs, or any blog that my blogroll says has been updated. post some rare for these days comments.
flop down on bed. re-set alarm for 8:45. cuddle with cat and say really stupid things to her like: "mommy loves her little furry heating pad" and "you're so cute my little boo-bear". doze off.
alarm goes off. get up.
go downstairs and make breakfast. it's a school day, so i know i won't eat lunch until after 3 p.m. make an egg white omelet with veggies, 2 pieces of turkey bacon, half a zen bakery bran muffin, a couple tablespoons of plain yogurt and a cup of black coffee. chat with housemate angel bunny about the striking transit workers
and supermarket employees
eat breakfast in room while watching regis and kelly
shower. ponder life. sing excerpts from popular ABBA songs.
sit down at computer and write emotionally charged, to the point, serious and intense email and send to father and mother.
put in contacts. apply minimal of makeup (this runs from the sublime to the ridiculous; my mac
makeup is given to me as gifts, i buy the mary-kate and ashley crap
myself). rub no-frizz goo in hair. pause to check out how hunky, tall, fit and nerdy-sexy tim robbins is while a guest on the view
get dressed. today i am wearing something i wear maybe once a year, it's a powder blue short-sleeved sweater that is dry-clean only. i'm also wearing navy corduroy pants and these hawaiian fabric kind of flip flops.
throw books and purse (a tiny red vinyl bag that my ex matt bought me at the gap outlet in 1999) into my backpack (a black jansport
that was free when i bought some doc marten boots from nordstrom
like 7 years ago. the bag came with an embroidered patch saying kroq
--a cool factor at the time since it used to be the best alternative station in town, now it scares the bejeesus out of me, so i've covered the patch with a felt flower given to me by secret agent josephine
fixings in to bag, head out the door.
in basement parking garage. move housemate l.q.t.'s car so that i can get out of our tandem parking spaces.
honk in support of striking grocery store workers outside local ralphs
pull in to favorite gas station. fill up on $20. have pleasant exchange with gas station attendant when i go inside to buy a bottle of water, since they are too expensive on campus. i have always suspected this fella has a little crush on me. i wave back to his wave as i pull out and hit the road.
on the road to school. 134 east to the 5 south to the 10 east. traffic is so-so at this hour. listen to morning becomes eclectic
, then flip to the fabulous 570
. give up and put in the polyphonic spree
's the beginning stages of...
cd. rock out especially enthusiastically to track 9.
arrive at school
. rejoice that there are still parking spaces. take a moment to be glad i "splurged" and spent $54 this quarter on a parking pass, rather than having to shell out the cash each visit for the daily permit.
stop in at library to make a photo copy of important document i need to turn in today. wonder if i stall a bit, will i get to run in to the hunky professor on his way to his morning class? (i didn't.)
arrive at first class, sit in hall to await unlocking of room. see for the first time a new faculty member i will have a class with next quarter, who happens to be married to someone who was involved in a scandal at my high school years ago, who also is a teacher at my college now. (this is a GREAT story, i'll have to tell it another time.)
attend class: english 492, senior seminar: violence, history and memory--captivity narratives and their fictionalizations. discuss reading of edgar huntly
and freud's essay "the uncanny."
class is out late. make a mad dash to next class in another building.
arrive at class. take the only free seat at the circle of tables--it happens to be to the immediate right of the professor's area--natch! dash to restroom, and beat the hunky professor to class.
class: english 200b, british literature survey, medieval to renaissance. discuss sir gawain and the green knight
and have introduction to the canterbury tales
. enjoy class immensely today: there is discussion of seduction, jokes are made, the work is review and old hat to me, and i had a stellar view of the hunky prof the whole time. enjoy delightful moment of professor asking me in front of the class about work i did in his class a year ago. i felt special for, like, two minutes.
head towards financial aid building. sit in line for 45 minutes. eat an apple. join the conversation of three fairly attractive male pre-law/poly-sci students. i am brought in to the conversation by the witty opener: "do you drink?" this is soon followed by the question: "where do you hang out on weekends?" "at home" i tell them. this was then interpreted to mean i drink
at home. i'm not too worried, though, because this opinion was formed by someone who thought "happy hour" was just the name of the bar.
turn in financial aid paperwork. the clerk seems a little surprised that i had all the materials ready to go. was dismissed with some tiny glimmer of hope.
decide against attending english 471, american literature to 1860. head for the car.
stop in at whole foods market
to buy produce. since the strike our shopping options are rather limited, and i am out of fruit and veggies, the cornerstones of my eating these days.
arrive at home. check blog. check email.
realize cell phone is working, thanks to my benefactress, bunny (not to be confused with housemate angel bunny). call ashley quickly to check in.
cook dinner. use the snazzy george foreman grill to make hamburger patties, eat them 'protein style', as in wrapped in lettuce leaves.
go upstairs and eat dinner, squeal with delight to discover nick and jessica
are on larry king live
, only ryan seacrest is the sub host.
go online and chat with bunny. consider doing reading.
play "private dance club" in my room. since i didn't workout today i did the next best thing--spent 45 minutes sweating to tunes in the comfort of my own home. think i have come up with excellent television special idea: have celebrities videotape themselves singing and dancing at home to their favorite songs. decide i would look super cute lip-synching and dancing to kylie minogue's "love at first sight."
here is my tunes list for today:
"beautiful" (snoop dogg featuring pharell)
"shut up" (nick lachey)
"body movin'" (beastie boys)
"get this party started" (pink)
"girls and boys" (blur)
"put the body in motion" (???)
"love at first sight" (kylie minogue)
"battle flag" (lo-fidelity all-stars)
go online and compose this blog post.
so it's 9:04 p.m. now, and i predict that i will spend the rest of the night watching tv and knitting my fuzzy pink scarf. tomorrow it's up at the crack to go running in the park, get a smog check, find out what i need to do to take the gre test, write a 500 word essay on the writings of marie de france for the hunky prof's class, do some reading for my fiction writing class, write a short piece where the first letter of each line is a successive letter of the alphabet (this is just like one of my favorite improv games, so this will be a breeze), finish reading emerson's essay "self-reliance", and be back at school by 6:00 p.m. for my fiction writing class.
geez. maybe tomorrow would have been a more interesting day to chronicle!