amplified to rock: 11/19/2000

amplified to rock

Wednesday, November 22, 2000

Poor Brian. It seems that he threw his back out reaching for the "Q" on his keyboard. Now he's going to bother me with all his pissing and moaning, and he's going to walk around like the Hunchback of Louisville for the next three days. Funny, though, it doesn't keep him from using his computer. You think he's faking it?

¶ 11/22/2000 01:03:00 AM

Tuesday, November 21, 2000

That old, stupid saying "bad things always happen in threes" might have some truth to it. Hopefully it has some truth to it. In the past week and a half, I've been dumped, I've been fired, and now...my car won't start. Nice timing, car. Wait until I really can't afford to spend money fixing you, and then break down.

So I'm going to miss class again tonight. Nobody's around to lend me a car or give me a ride, which sucks. In a way, it's all right--I hadn't finished the assignment for tonight--but I'm a little bit irritated, because I'm the sort of perfect-attendance overachiever type who hates missing class. I called the professor, hopefully she'll get my message before class begins.

I'm going to go wallow in self-pity now. I'm sure I'll be back later.

¶ 11/21/2000 04:20:00 PM

Monday, November 20, 2000

Via 112 Words: a CGI version of that goofy MASH game from elementary school. If you're a boy, you probably don't remember it--it was very much a girl thing. The MASH part stands for "mansion apartment shack house," and the game supposedly tells your future. The version we played in elementary school was much simpler: you learned who you would marry, how many children you'd have, what sort of dwelling you would live in, and what sort of car you would drive. This one gives many, many more details. Play the silly game, and then post your results in the forum.

As for me:

You live in a House.

You're married to Brian. (Maybe we should start that cheesy couple weblog...)

You drive a Jetta. (I am such a Trixie!)

Your car is the color black.

You live in the state Illinois.

Your honeymoon is London.

Your occupation is a professor.

You have this many kids: 4 (1 male; 3 female). (Damn! I wasn't intending to have that many...)

¶ 11/20/2000 10:59:00 PM

Late-breaking news: Bipolar has lost half its brain. Maybe Brian will let me move in so we can have one of those really awful couple weblogs where we talk about how we're, like, totally meant for each other and shit. And we can tell stories about the cute things that we do, because we are totally fucking cute. So cute that we should register our own domain to contain our incredible cuteness.

Now, for the cute "quote an instant message" part of this post:

Transmission3000: so are we like the low-budget meg and kottke?

nanetteamplified: we're the indie rock meg and kottke.

Transmission3000: i guess.

nanetteamplified: i want my fucking new yorker article.

Transmission3000: we also do less traffic.

Transmission3000: the new yorker wouldn't write about us.

¶ 11/20/2000 08:57:00 PM

I have a two-page research proposal due tomorrow and I haven't even finished the book that I'm writing about. Great. It's not that I haven't had the time to do the work, it's just that I've put it off (as usual) in favor of more entertaining things, like chatting on AIM and sitting around doing nothing. I have been looking at classified ads on the internet, checking out library jobs and editorial jobs, but there's not a whole lot out there.

I think this past week has been the longest week ever. So much has happened. I can't believe that it's only been seven days. Everything has really taken a turn for the better, though. I'm out of a bad relationship and into a good one. I don't have a job that I hate any more. It's just all happened so fast that I'm still digesting it. Kinda makes my head spin, really.

¶ 11/20/2000 08:44:00 PM

The benefits of being unemployed: I slept until 10:30 this morning. I woke up. I thought about doing something. I sat around. I checked my email. I made my bed. I cooked ramen noodles for lunch. I talked to Brian on the phone. I thought about making some plans for what to do with my life. I downloaded some MP3s because I can't afford to buy CDs now. I got dressed. I turned on the webcam. Now I'm going to do my dishes and vacuum the hallway.

So now those of you at work (or those of you who are at home being bored or whatever) can watch the webcam during the day. If I hadn' t been fired, I'd be sitting at my stupid cubicle (did I tell you how much I resented being moved to a cubicle?) doing mind-numbing work. Instead, I'm sitting at home cleaning house and thinking about what I might want to do to make money for the next nine months. Substitute teaching is on the list now, as is tutoring at the writing center at GSU. Tutoring would be part-time, but it would give me a much-needed tuition waiver. Subbing pays pretty well, and I've wanted to get back into the classroom for a while now...we'll see. I have so many options right now, it's crazy. Hooray for freedom!

¶ 11/20/2000 01:29:00 PM

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