King Arthur is on television tonight. It’s not as if I don’t have the dvd to watch any time I want, but still…that it’s on tv, on a random Wednesday night, for the first time I can remember, after the worst day I’ve had in quite a while.
Heard HonyTonk Women on the radio tonight on the way home, and it reminded me of Lisa. A few years ago, some friends of hers, I think, where going to Mexico for spring break and she said if she ever went to Mexico she’d probably just end up drunk on tequila in Tiajuana, singing Honkytonk Women in very bad karaoke style. I miss my Lisa.
Things I have discovered I can no longer do without the aid of medication:
1. Wear a bra.
2. Wear underwear.
3. Wear a shirt with tight sleeves, a skirt/pants with a tight waistband/form-fitting clothes in
4. Sleep with head resting on my arms.
5. Sit on one of those big metal swings in the park. (Or any other hard surface.)
But the allegra seems to be working preventatively; won’t wait till I start itching to take it. I was already pretty bad off when I took the first dose and it took forever to work. And I may have to start taking Benadryl before bed on the weekends, because #4? Discovered that before I got out of bed this morning.
Other than that, not a bad weekend. Got to use a Border’s coupon and replace some books of mine that have dissapeared. And at Great Escape I found a huge King Arthur movie cardboard advertisement thing in amazing condition. I’m going to frame it and hang it somewhere near my bookshelves in the new house, wherever that ends up being.
Seriously. I was fairly certain nothing like this could possibly really exist.
First I dreamed that I had a Spanish oral report due – in Spanish. And I’d written all my notes in English, so I was frantically translating before class.
I woke up panicked, looking for my notes to translate, realized that my presentation is expected to be given in English, and went back to sleep.
Next I dreamed that I had a paper due and I’d forgotten to do the Works Cited page.
I woke up panicked, looking for my flash drive to edit the file before I remembered that I’m not turning in a paper, I did that yesterday, and today’s project is, in fact, quite finished, and then went back to sleep.
Apparently power point is the stuff of my nightmares.
Can I help it that I find the use of flashy visual aids while speaking generally unnecessary and mildly schizophrenic? If I need to show a picture, I’ll show one, but why should I have to make the information that I am already giving you verbally dance across a screen on a cute little background? Invest in an attention span, General Populace.
But it’s over, and it wasn’t bad. The more I go on, the more I find I really sort of like lecturing. Also, it helped that I managed to sneak in no less than three Arthurian tangents. Ahhh, nerdy pedanticism.