Your totally random, free-association entry.

I am way too tired. So I’m going to go to bed and watch Pushing Daisies (ONE MORE DAY OMG!!!)

I have a test on Thursday. I’m not sure if I’m ready or not. I haven’t studied a lot, but I think I know everything. Ugh. Exhaustion does funny things to your mind.

I think I’ve picked an area to focus on in grad school (at least half of grad school). Because I figured that just general Anglo-Irish relations from 1169-whenever I finally get out of here was a little bit broad. So! Partition! SO MUCH FUN. I’m going to write a term paper on it for a class this semester, so we’ll see how that goes before I devote ten years and two hundred pages of my life to it.

Michael Collins was kind of cute.

Alan Rickman played Eamon de Valera, and because of that I could not stop smirking ALL THROUGH LECTURE this morning. It was inappropriate. But funny.

One of my classes tomorrow is cancelled because of Rosh Hashanah, and wow, I have never been so thankful for the Judaic peoples as I am right now.

There you go. Goodnight.

I may not be *driving* all night…

…but I will be at the Celine Dion concert tonight!!!

(Gosh, how many more Celine Dion puns do you think I can come up with? The Power of Celine? That’s the Way Celine is? I won’t be seeing this “Alone”? I’m “taking a chance” that we’ll find parking? I’ll keep my eyes on Celine? I could go on…much like my heart…okay. I seriously need to stop.)

I’m not a little bit peeved that I have to miss How I Met Your Mother, but I’m so happy to see my favorite French-Canadian schmaltzy pop ballad singer IN PERSON. Almost as thrilled as I was to see Cher in person.

I begin to suspect that I am actually a drag queen. Huh. It would explain the fascination with eyeshadow.

Back Home Again.

AOL is being temperamental and cutting out every few minutes, so this will probably be quick. But I know you missed me! Right? RIGHT? I need constant validation, dammit.

Kentucky was amazing- pretty, fun, not too hot (always a concern when one’s hair rivals Eris in terms of temperamental red-headedness). I got to dip my own bourbon bottle, took a picture of Thomas Merton Square (Seven Storey Mountain- whoo!!!), got carded, and even went to a Sonic.

Meh. I was frankly a little bit unimpressed. Culvers is better.

A few things- I know Colleen just wrote the same thing, but Indiana? STINKS. I don’t know what it is (well, actually I do- it’s stagnant water) but dear God I wanted to hurl five seconds after crossing the state line. I am not even kidding.

There are nowhere near enough Taco Bells across the midwest. Should you desire a chicken fiesta burrito for lunch, you will be forced to drive halfway across the state before you finally find one. *woe*

Should I ever find anyone willing to put up with my crabby unique personality, I will not be having a bachelorette party. Because I saw several of these in progress at dinner on Saturday, and wow, how embarrassing for everyone involved. Embarrassing for the women who are forced to get all gussied up and pretend to be happy for their committed friend, embarrassing for the waitress who has to scream at the top of her lungs and get the crowd to yell “Don’t do it!” in unison (whatever, bitch, just bring me another drink), embarrassing for the bride who is doing a shot from the cute waiter’s lap, and most of all embarrassing for the cute waiter who could probably sue Hard Rock Cafe for sexual harassment for allowing the drunk bride to do a shot off of his lap.

Ugh. It was gross and hilarious at the same time.

But now I’m home and I really like being home. Brothers and Sisters is on (Justin and Rebecca just made out in front of Sarah’s kids who still think that they’re biologically brother and sister- oh, how I’ve missed you this summer my dear friends.) Tomorrow should be kind of crazy- school, Celine Dion concert (yes, my heart will go on, Celine!!!) and somewhere in there I have to write a seven page critical analysis of a book about the Cuban Revolution for my Cold War class.

I’m actually contemplating making a lovely title page, and then on the first page of the paper just writing, “Dear Professor *Blank*, Isn’t the internet wonderful? Thanks to the lovely and informative Wisconsin Circuit Court website, I know that you were arrested for being drunk and disorderly three years ago. I got really busy this week, and just couldn’t finish. You understand, right? Love, Morena.”

I think that would go over really well.

Oh, and because my mom fell asleep before it came on- the SNL opening from last night. I love Tina-Fey-as-Sarah-Palin.

Blogging from the Beyond.

Or…Kentucky. But in all reality I’m probably pretty wasted by now, so it still works.

Anyway, I’m not here. So I can’t really comment on current events or whatnot. Instead, you get a secrets meme! I know, right!?! You’re thrilled! I thought so. (I wrote this on Thursday. So the answers are old.)

40 Secrets About Yourself
Be HONEST no matter what.

1. What Is your natural hair color?
Auburn. While I generally hate the rest of my body, I love my hair. At least, I love it when it looks good. On Friday, it will look good again.

2. Where was your default pic taken?
I don’t have a “default” pic, but the one I’ve been using for awhile was taken at Irish Fest.

3. What’s your middle name?
Mary Elizabeth, after my grandmother.

4. Honestly, does your crush like you back?
Here’s the thing about crushes- I don’t really do them. Either I’m actually interested in someone, or I just kind of think they’re attractive in passing. Several people at the moment who I think are kind of attractive in passing probably do, just judging body language. But obviously not enough to say, “ZOMG UR SO PRETTY” or anything like that.

5. What is your current mood?
Guilty. Because there’s a ton of stuff I should be doing and am not.

6. What color underwear are you wearing? Black. Before you judge me and call me a whore, I like my underwear to match, should I be in any unfortunate accidents. And frankly, matching bra colors to panty colors? OH SO MUCH WORK. So I generally wear black or flesh-toned, if I’m wearing something light.

7. What makes you happy?
Alcohol. And books. And TV shows. And having the laundry put away.

10. If you could go back in time, and change something what you would change?
There are a lot of things. Some personal, but one that I would put on Facebook is that I would have taken the CLEP tests, and would probably be almost finished with my degree by now.

11. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day- what would you be?
A horse. They’re all big and pretty and at least mine gets more love and attention than most people.

12. Ever had a near death experience?
I’ve been told that things were a little dicey for the first week of my life, but I hardly remember.

13. Something you do a lot?
Have existential crises about my future.

14. What’s the name of the song stuck in your head right now?
I don’t have one.

15. Who did you copy and paste this from?

16. Name someone with the same b-day as you?
I don’t know anybody. That’s a good thing. My birthday kind of sucks.

17. When was the last time you cried?
Earlier today. Before that, about two weeks.

18. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?
Well, in grade school we did Christmas pageants, which were like ten different kinds of awkward.

19. If you could have one super power what would it be?
Could I twitch my nose and have the vacuum run by itself like on Bewitched? That would be pretty bitching.

20. What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex?
General face area.

21. What do you usually order from Starbucks?
Cocaine in venti skinny caramel latte form. Sometimes a banana chocolate vivanno. Or maybe a skim white chocolate mocha.

22. What’s your biggest secret?
None of your business.

23. What’s your favorite color?

24. When was the last time you lied?
I don’t know, I don’t really lie a whole lot.

25. Do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows?
I have happened upon Sesame Street and kept it on.

27. What are you eating or drinking at the moment?
Nothing. But I really am craving bourbon.

28. Do you speak any other language?
I’m really bad at speaking, but I can read Latin and little bit of French. (Stop laughing.)

29. What’s your favorite smell?

30. If you could describe your life in one word what would it be?

31. When was the last time you gave/received a hug?
Earlier today.

32. Have you ever been kissed in the rain?
Again, none of your business.

33. What are you thinking about right now?
How I have nothing packed yet.

34. What should you be doing?
Packing. But I just want to go to bed.

35. What was the last thing that made you upset/angry?
This whole day?

36. How often do you pray?
Not as often as I should.

37. Do you like working in the yard?
Dear God, no.

38. If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?
Something that does not cause professors to throw up their hands in defeat.

39. Do you act differently around your crush?
Again with the crush. If I like somebody, I generally look better when I’m around them. But that’s all.

40. Name one song that reminds you of an ex?
So many things are not your business.

I’ll be back tomorrow- have a good Saturday!

I am not terribly sporty.

I once made somebody at work laugh so hard they choked by saying that.

And it’s true. I have attended exactly two baseball games, at both of which I spent a cursory five minutes deciding that J.J. Hardy is not nearly as adorable as everyone else seems to think he is, and then listened to my iPod. I’m not morally opposed to baseball. Do not get me started on football. They’re all massively obese and fall on people. Falling on people is not a talent. At least in baseball you have to hit a little ball (and I know from my t-ball days that that is easier said than done. I was the world’s most uncoordinated seven-year-old. My dad almost had to stop coaching the “team” he was so embarrassed.) Although I maintain that doing something thirty percent of the time is not doing something well. I’m fairly certain that when I am a professor, if only thirty percent of my students pass the head of the department may like to have a word with me. I’m just saying.

Anyway. I have had to deal with entirely too much sporty stuff this morning, and it’s not even eight-thirty yet. Supposedly there was some Brewers game last night? And something fantastically wonderful akin to the second coming happened? I really wouldn’t know, because I am happily ignorant of most sports games unless they interrupt my regularly scheduled programming (SCREW YOU MARCH MADNESS).

Except that I had a roughly half-hour drive this morning in a car without a CD player. So I happily turned on WKTI, looking for my Top 40, and instead I got baseball talk. I changed the channel. More baseball talk. Overall, I heard ONE SONG, heard the audio from the grand slam (Oh, no, I’m not completely stupid. I know what that is.) FIVE DIFFERENT TIMES, and a discussion of the game like sixteen more.

And then once during the homily. No, I’m not kidding. (It was tasteful. But still.)

Gah. Please, please let me go back to ignoring sports now, world. Thank you.

I could *never* have championed Home Rule.

I am emphatically not an organizational genius like Charles Stewart Parnell. As evidenced by the fact that I just figured out what clothes to take along. And figured out where my camera was.


Test went well. I obviously don’t know how well he’ll like my essay, but I know I knew everything and I wrote for 73 of the 75 minutes, so that’s pretty good. I’m hoping A.

I had a ton of things to do today, but I kind of…didn’t. For no good reason. The internets? Are fun? And American Girl? Was on QVC?

(Loves me some American Girls. Although the changed the box. It’s not all pretty and maroon-y now. Boo.)

Now I’m going to go finish packing, and then fall asleep. Hopefully I’ll have more to contribute to the sucking hole of internet tomorrow morning.

I’m fairly certain you can see my lymph nodes.

Ugh. I do not feel well. I think I have John’s/Mary’s/the regular September cold and OH NOT ENJOYING. Perhaps because of my new excessive hydration, I’m not congested, but I can’t swallow without it feeling like I’ve put chards of glass on my ice cream that I am consuming by the gallon because it makes me feel better! It’s medicinal!

I was going to be all responsible and push through and go to school today, but I woke up at six like I was supposed to and decided that hauling my dead-feeling person to watch James Cameron’s take on the historicity of the Exodus was really not an even trade off. Then I fell asleep for another four hours.

Did actually have a productive day. I finished my paper, and then spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around my house talking aloud to myself about Daniel O’Connell and Charles Stewart Parnell (he was born in 1846, took over the Irish party in 1879, galvanized the group behind the liberal party, pushed through a home rule bill in 1886, and was finally brought down because he couldn’t keep it in his pants- although I’m going to word that last part a little bit differently on my exam.)

Oh, and Mommy, you took it too literally yesterday. We were children long before Spongebob was around, and you hardly ever snapped. It was a totally hypothetical Britain-Mom and Home Rule-Spongebob. Also, if I was going for accuracy, I would have had the dinner be chicken and rice and tomato sauce. 🙂

Then President Bust decided to talk right during the beginning of Criminal Minds and wow, I have never hated anyone as much as I hate you right now, Mr. President.

Thankfully, he was brief, and now I am enjoying my amazing series once again. *squee*

Up next- CSI:NY. Flack’s sister shows up. ZOMG.