Aha! Solid proof that I'm doing my reading!

Which is not, of course, the only reason for this post.

I just got to a line about Henry McBride talking about Gertrude Stein:

"Laugh if you like, he used to say to her detractors, but laugh with and not at her, in that way you will enjoy it all much better." (p. 121).

I think perhaps we would all enjoy life much better if we laughed with people and not at them. Or I'd like to think that anyway. I'm not saying that I don't laugh at people instead of with them. I am just as guilty of basking in Schadenfreude as anyone else, possibly more so, to be entirely honest.

But I'm going to try this. If I start laughing with people instead of at them, maybe it'll catch on and then I'll feel like people are laughing with me instead of at me and I know that I will enjoy that much better.

OK, back to reading....

Do not ask me why, but this amuses me to no end.

I think maybe I've reached the end of my rope. I'm so fried that the only things my brain can process at this point are "book" and "cat". I determined last night while talking to my mother on the phone that close proximity to a cat is really a necessity for my sanity. I am not in close proximity to a cat. I have a stuffed llama named Antonio, but he just isn't doing the trick. And thus we wave goodbye to any semblance of sanity I had left when I started the semester.

Anyway, now that I've picked apart why this picture resonates with me (the only two things left in my brain), is it any less amusing?

Nope. Still giggling like a maniac. I might be scaring the people in Carpenter who have the misfortune of being near the circulation desk.

Well back to a certain "autobiography" which brings to the forefront a whole different kind of crazy...

Second time this week...

An all-nighter haiku:

My fifth cup of tea.
Chirping outside my window.
Damn you cheery birds.

:)

I made a book today!

It's blank. And short -- only like 12 pages/3 sheets of paper, but IT'S A BOOK. THAT I MADE. How cool is that?
(The answer: really).

So yea, my friend and I are taking a printmaking and bookbinding class through the art club. Today was our second meeting and we worked on some printmaking stuff, but in between we learned very simple binding. It was really simple and fun and will help me once I start pam binding at Canaday (which will happen once we find the needles that have gone missing...).

Anyway, I should probably get back to work. The class ended at 10 and then my tea excursion took way longer than expected (this one probably could not have been avoided with my brilliant plan of yester-post though. We actually went to UG because we were hungry, but I never turn down an opportunity for tea) and I have an Italian presentation tomorrow. And one more article to read for my other class.

I AM GOING TO BED BEFORE 3 AM TONIGHT IF IT KILLS ME.
(i hope)

Maybe one of the cats or dogs knocked it into my head...

Having returned from an unfortunately timed tea-fetching excursion (long story short: Murphy and his damn law had a blast) during which I learned that my trench coat is not as water-resistant as I had once believed (in that it is not at all water-resistant), I have had an epiphany of sorts.

For some time now I have been debating getting an electric kettle. The up-side is that it caters quite well to my overall laziness (I have a brita pitcher not so much because I like filtered water, but because it means fewer trips to go refill my water bottle), the down-side is that my room is tiny and I don't really have anywhere to put it.

But to the epiphany...

(Almost).
I basically live in Carpenter. It's kind of ridiculous. People I don't know have actually commented to me about it before. I bring multiple bags with me when I go because I can't fit everything I need into my backpack. It's really kind of ludicrous, but what can you do? Anyway, I also enjoy the not-so-odd cup of tea. As a result, I often find myself at Carpenter feeling the need for the aforementioned cup of tea. But then I would have to leave Carpenter, go to my room and either make tea or get money and head over to Lusty Cup or Uncommon Grounds for tea (UG has this jasmine green tea that I am currently obsessed with. sooo yummy!). All of these options take a large chunk out of my staring-at-whatever-I'm-supposed-to-be-doing-while-wanting-to-bash-my-head-against-the-wall-time. I drink a lot of tea, and those moments can add up.

So epiphany: If I had an electric kettle, I could simply bring it to the library with me, along with teabags and my water bottle (which I always have anyway). When I need a refill, I would simply use the water out of my water bottle (which could be refilled at the water fountain by the bathroom -- you see? I've figured everything out) and plug in the kettle. Once the water has boiled, it goes over the teabag in my travel mug and the kettle gets put away.

Genius, right?

It was kind of a joke at first, but the more I think about it, the more I like this idea.

Now I suppose I should return to working.

Ugh. I'm feeling quite unlovely today. Hopefully my jasmine green tea will help...

It made me happy...

I don't have a tumblr, but I thought that I should
share the happy

Dreary dreary dreary.

It feels like a Sunday, but it's a Saturday. A dreary Saturday. Ugh. There may be tea in my future.

Today I went to a yoga class for the first time in a really long time. I thought yoga would be good because it's moving, but not high impact or anything. I think I forgot that I've spent the past 3 or so months not really moving unless it was necessary. That plus the extreme anemia = me being really weak. Didn't really think that one all the way through...
It was good though. I couldn't do everything, but it felt good to be moving around and to know that as I get healthier I'll be able to do more.

I am, however, not really looking forward to tomorrow when I'm all sore in muscles I forgot I had...

It'll be fine though. I hope. I think I want to do yoga at school, but I'm not sure if there are any clubs that do it, or if it's only the gym class. Of course, I also don't know if I really have time... If I can, I should really try to make time. It'll be good for me, both physically and mentally and, let's face it, I have to work on my health on both of those fronts.

OK, moving on to productivity.... or, more likely, further procrastination.