Dusty Newspaper Clippings and other mental disorder: October 2006

Was out of commission for a couple of days because my power cord bit the big one and the battery was dead because I didn't realize it was operating without the power cord (I was watching a DVD). So, I went to the Apple Store today to get a replacement cord. Had to wait two hours for an appointment and had no money, that really sucks when you're in the biggest mall in the city. But I'd brought my knitting, so it's all good.

Check out what my Voc Rehab rep sent me:

Newpeep,

Sculpture is not an employment goal. That would be considered an infeasible goal and VR&E will not support that program.

You need to make your monthly contacts by e-mail Newpeep. This is something else I am measuring. I need you to send an e-mail stating how school is going, how your medical issues are going, and what jobs you have been on the look out for recently. How you are feeling also. There is no wrong answers but I need that info.

We have an appointment on 11/2/06 at 10:30. Please review what you are supposed to bring to that meeting. You need to come prepared. Everything you bring will be used in determining your feasibility. I would suggest not coming empty handed.

Thanks

From: Newpeep
Sent: Friday, October 20, 2006 11:43 AM
Subject: Change college major

I've decided to change my college major to sculpture instead of English (English will be my minor). How does this affect my application for vocational rehabilitation?

Thank you,

Newpeep

Aiight ... fuck her and the high horse she rode in on. I got this last week and I'm still pissed about it. I need to call her and tell her to stuff it (not in so many words) but try finding the phone number to any specific government entity. Good luck. But I'm not going to that stupid ass appointment -- fuck her. I've been in college fucking three years now without her fucking help and i certainly don't need her shit.

Dammit! There's so many movies I want to see, and no time in which to see them! Marie Antoinette, Flags of our Fathers, Running with Scissors, The Departed, The Prestige, The Marine, Jackass No. 2, The Grudge II, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the Beginning.

Gotcha! I was just kidding about the last four. As if! You couldn't pay me to attend those movies. But yeah, there's a lot of movies out right now. I already missed some that I meant to go see but have left town already, like Hollywoodland, The Black Dahlia, Factotum, , and Half Nelson.

I did see Infamous the other night, and I enjoyed it, although I have to say that it didn't resonate with me like Capote did. Daniel Craig is an intriguing actor, but I wonder if he wasn't dubbed in this flick.

I don't know why people cast me as an "intellectual." It's happened all my life. I'll bet it's because of my glasses. Because I'll tell you right now, I'm no intellectual. I'm not even especially sharp. I lack critical thinking skills; I struggle to say more than "it was good," or "I didn't like it." Taking these English classes is like trying to squeeze myself into someone else's mold -- which is exactly what I spent all my adult years doing: first, the marine corps and then all those fucking secretarial jobs in korporate Amerika.

I've come to learn that I'm happiest when I'm covered in clay slip and up to my elbows in it, when something begins to appear beneath my hands as if I have nothing to do with it. I go to a special place in hands-on activity that eludes me when I'm trying to employ language.

I'm seriously considering dropping my English major to a minor and then majoring in sculpture. I've come to despise English and it would be great to be done with it (which I would be, for a minor). *sigh*

What's your Russian name?

Overheard in New York:

Biker: I heard George Bush was supposed to be here. Where the hell's that bitch nigga at?

--World Trade Center

I have to get some Christmas presents for a person who has chow chows. You know, I am so prejudiced against that breed. No problem with pits or rotts. It was a chow who nearly took a bite out of my ass a couple of years ago. Dog lover that I am, that's not something I'll soon forget. It's why I don't care to visit that one friend of mine who has chows (it was one of hers that bit me, for one thing).

Here's something to see for its slurp factor, if nothing else.

Well, a while back I attended services at a Reform Jewish Temple as an assignment in sociology class, and I found the people to be very welcoming. I thumbed through their prayer book or whatever it's called, and read some things I thought were positive, common sense, and not what I'd expect from religious text. I mean, I grew up in BFE, where Jesus is crammed down your throat whether you like it or not and most people are big, fat, fucking hypocrites.

I dunno, sometimes I play with the idea of going back. I'm not sure what I seek, if anything, but I don't really have an anchor in life. But here's the thing: I'm not a joiner. I can join something, attend regularly for quite a long time, and then drop it one day without warning and never go back, and not out of any conscious decision either. I fear commitment -- to anything -- and I also fear anyone getting to know me too well. I usually let people only just so close before I back off.

I don't want to be Jewish, necessarily, but a lot of their teachings make sense to me.

At any rate, now they're celebrating this big annual thing and this Friday is a potluck, so not a good day to start.

If I join a Temple, does that mean I can't curse anymore? Shit.

OMG, is this the effin' funniest thing you've ever seen or WHAT?

And the winning caption is: “And when the clock strikes midnight he shall rise. For he is Count Pupula! [thunder clap]”

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