I've kind of been neglecting my studies. I got a 73 on my last abnormal test, but I should note that the average was 78. So. Yeah. And I'm not sure how I did on the language development test on Wednesday. I'm not confident on the Margaret Mahler essay, but I think I did really well in comparing and contrasing nativists and behaviorists. As for the criminology exam yesterday... Well. I think I did fine on the multiple choice, but I'm a little [read: a lot] shaky on about half, maybe more than half, of the short answer questions. I was so flustered that by the time I got to the "if you were president" question, I prefaced my answer with the following statement: "Should the American public decide to collectively smoke massive amounts of crack alongside the electoral college and I was elected President, I would implement the following changes." Either she'll laugh or she'll deduct fifty points. I'm hoping for the former, but I'm expecting the latter.
Ah. The photographs for Mario and his troop look good. We did the set yesterday, and I look really hot. My chin burst out in zits, but fortunately only one showed up on camera. Plus, Melodie is a master (mistress?) at airbrushing blemishes. While I'm reluctant to share the photos out of paranoid fear, I'm not reticent in describing them. The costume came with a toy gun. I fellate the toy gun in the set for a couple of shots because I'm Just That Classy. The ammo bag is really neat, too. Oh my god! And the bra! Is so hot! It just covers up my nipples. I love the peek-a-boo style. Love it.
I hope the boys who aren't gay enjoy it. Heck, I hope the boys who are gay enjoy it. The photography's great. I have Melodie to thank for that. I owe her big, but she says not to sweat it since she supports the troops despite the fact that she opposes the war. I'm in the same boat with her.
I had lunch with CyberTammy today at the UC! We're going to the Youth Fair tomorrow. It will be interesting to see the Ferris Wheel again. I've been reading all about its design and construction for the Columbian Exposition in Chicago in in the late 19th century. I especially like the part where the agoraphobic gentleman goes bonkers, and he bends steel and freaks out, and he only begins to calm down when the wheel makes its descent. But when it doesn't stop, because the wheel makes too rotation, he freaks out even more. Then, a woman takes off her dress and puts it over the guy's head. That calmed him down.
My favorite part of The Devil in the White City is the following passage. I'm transcribing parts of pages 286-287 in full because it tickles me so:
"One day as the Board of Lady Managers debated whether to support or oppose opening the fair on Sunday, an angry male Sabbatarian confronted Susan B. Anthony in the hall of the Women's Bulding to challenge her contention that the fair should remain open. (Anthony was not a lady manager and therefore despite her national stature could not participate in the board's meeting.) Deploying the most shocking analogy he could muster, the clergyman asked Anthony if she'd prefer having a son of hers attend Buffalo Bill's show on Sunday instead of church.
"Yes, she replied, 'he would learn far more. . . .'
"To the pious this exchange confirmed the fundamental wickedness of Anthony's suffragist movement. When Cody learned of it, he was tickled, so much so that he immediately sent Anthony a thank-you note and invited her to attend his show. He offered her a box at any performance she chose.
"At the start of the performance Cody entered the ring on horseback, his long gray hair streaming from under his white hat, the silver trim of his white jacket glinting in the sun. He kicked his horse into a gallop and raced toward Anthony's box. The audience went quiet.
"He halted his horse in a burst of dirt and dust, removed his hat, and with a great sweeping gesture bowed until his head nearly touched the horn of his saddle.
"Anthony stood and returned the bow and--'as enthusiastic as a girl,' a friend said--waved her handkerchief at Cody.
"The significance of the moment escaped no one. Here was one of the greatest heroes of America's past saluting one of the foremost heroes of its future. The encounter brought the audience to its feet in a thunder of applause and cheers.
"The frontier may indeed have closed at last, as Frederick Jackson Turner proclaimed in his history-making speech at the fair, but for that moment it stood there glittering in the sun like the track of a spent tear."
Sometimes the prose gets a bit too flowery for a history book for my liking, but it's a solid read. Next, I will briefly abandon history books about great events and tragedies that changed America, and I will move onto trashy reading: Motley Crue: The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band and Behind the Candelabra: My Life With Liberace. Yay!
Tomorrow, I will stare in awe at the engineering wonder that is the Ferris Wheel with a newfound respect, but I will mostly just enjoy the rides that go upside down, elephant ears, and CyberTammy's company.
Postscript: I was going to link to my favorite Saddam journal, but it's been suspended.
In this journal, he spoke of being a special rainbow, and he listened to T.A.T.U. That amuses me to no end.
Ah. The photographs for Mario and his troop look good. We did the set yesterday, and I look really hot. My chin burst out in zits, but fortunately only one showed up on camera. Plus, Melodie is a master (mistress?) at airbrushing blemishes. While I'm reluctant to share the photos out of paranoid fear, I'm not reticent in describing them. The costume came with a toy gun. I fellate the toy gun in the set for a couple of shots because I'm Just That Classy. The ammo bag is really neat, too. Oh my god! And the bra! Is so hot! It just covers up my nipples. I love the peek-a-boo style. Love it.
I hope the boys who aren't gay enjoy it. Heck, I hope the boys who are gay enjoy it. The photography's great. I have Melodie to thank for that. I owe her big, but she says not to sweat it since she supports the troops despite the fact that she opposes the war. I'm in the same boat with her.
I had lunch with CyberTammy today at the UC! We're going to the Youth Fair tomorrow. It will be interesting to see the Ferris Wheel again. I've been reading all about its design and construction for the Columbian Exposition in Chicago in in the late 19th century. I especially like the part where the agoraphobic gentleman goes bonkers, and he bends steel and freaks out, and he only begins to calm down when the wheel makes its descent. But when it doesn't stop, because the wheel makes too rotation, he freaks out even more. Then, a woman takes off her dress and puts it over the guy's head. That calmed him down.
My favorite part of The Devil in the White City is the following passage. I'm transcribing parts of pages 286-287 in full because it tickles me so:
"One day as the Board of Lady Managers debated whether to support or oppose opening the fair on Sunday, an angry male Sabbatarian confronted Susan B. Anthony in the hall of the Women's Bulding to challenge her contention that the fair should remain open. (Anthony was not a lady manager and therefore despite her national stature could not participate in the board's meeting.) Deploying the most shocking analogy he could muster, the clergyman asked Anthony if she'd prefer having a son of hers attend Buffalo Bill's show on Sunday instead of church.
"Yes, she replied, 'he would learn far more. . . .'
"To the pious this exchange confirmed the fundamental wickedness of Anthony's suffragist movement. When Cody learned of it, he was tickled, so much so that he immediately sent Anthony a thank-you note and invited her to attend his show. He offered her a box at any performance she chose.
"At the start of the performance Cody entered the ring on horseback, his long gray hair streaming from under his white hat, the silver trim of his white jacket glinting in the sun. He kicked his horse into a gallop and raced toward Anthony's box. The audience went quiet.
"He halted his horse in a burst of dirt and dust, removed his hat, and with a great sweeping gesture bowed until his head nearly touched the horn of his saddle.
"Anthony stood and returned the bow and--'as enthusiastic as a girl,' a friend said--waved her handkerchief at Cody.
"The significance of the moment escaped no one. Here was one of the greatest heroes of America's past saluting one of the foremost heroes of its future. The encounter brought the audience to its feet in a thunder of applause and cheers.
"The frontier may indeed have closed at last, as Frederick Jackson Turner proclaimed in his history-making speech at the fair, but for that moment it stood there glittering in the sun like the track of a spent tear."
Sometimes the prose gets a bit too flowery for a history book for my liking, but it's a solid read. Next, I will briefly abandon history books about great events and tragedies that changed America, and I will move onto trashy reading: Motley Crue: The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band and Behind the Candelabra: My Life With Liberace. Yay!
Tomorrow, I will stare in awe at the engineering wonder that is the Ferris Wheel with a newfound respect, but I will mostly just enjoy the rides that go upside down, elephant ears, and CyberTammy's company.
Postscript: I was going to link to my favorite Saddam journal, but it's been suspended.
In this journal, he spoke of being a special rainbow, and he listened to T.A.T.U. That amuses me to no end.VIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
Go pick up the latest copy of Rolling Stone, the one with your hero 50 Cent on the cover -- yeah, I recall how much you hate him. Anyway, there is a really great picture of Mr. Sixx in the "fashion pages". He has a tattoo on his knee!
when can i see the pics you sexy bitch!?