Sunday, November 11, 2007

Why if the winter doesn't kill me school definitely will

Though it is National Blog Posting Month, I'm finding myself in a not particularly bloggy mood lately. I could bore you with all the reasons of why this is...See, now that I've said that, you're thinking that I won't bore you with all the reasons of why that is, but there you'd be wrong. Here, let me bore you with a list of Things That Suck About My Life:

1. Make-or-break exam coming up on Dec. 5 which theoretically I have been preparing for for the last year and a half. I'll modify this a bit by saying that while I have been aware of the existence of this exam for the last year and a half, actual studying did not commence until May. For the last 6 months, however, my life has been nothing but class, homework, lesson plans, performing those small acts of maintenance required to sustain my mortal existence, and studying for this effing exam. And what are the requirements for passing this exam? you may ask. Oh, just a passing knowledge of the last eight hundred years of French literature, is all. In case you were wondering how one would prepare for this impossible and thankless task, here's what's worked for me:

  • Read 100 of the most important works of French literature from the Middle Ages through the 20th century.
  • Realize that you cannot remember a single thing you read.
  • Go back. Read them again. Make some flashcards.

2. More time spent studying means less time for dating. Less time for dating means fewer posts regaling you with my dating (mis-)adventures. However, lack of free time isn't the only thing preventing me from dating, which brings us to the third Thing That Sucks About My Life:

3. I have run out of guys to date. Seriously. There is no one on the horizon, no e-mails being exchanged, no winking, no wooing, THERE IS NO ONE ELSE. I have dated Boston, and I have lost. Have you ever seen that commercial that was on a while ago, with that guy, and he's typing away and then his computer is all, "You have reached the end of the internet"? Yeah, it's kind of like that over here, only more boring. All I can do now is sit and twiddle my thumbs and wait for them to start shipping men in from other cities, or hope that someone somewhere breaks up with his current girlfriend. (I do put the hopeless in hopeless romantic, don't I?)

4. Daylight Savings Time and the joy that is November in Boston. (I can and will totally blame Daylight Savings Time for not posting). The cold, the dark, they weigh on my delicate poet's soul. I come home and put on my pajamas at 3:00. At 4:30 I'm starving and think it's dinnertime, and by 7:00 I'm all, what, it's not bedtime yet? It's all I can do just to hold a glass of wine in one weary hand and a copy of A la Recherche du Temps Perdu in the other. The only thing I feel capable of writing at times like this are weepy letters to my ex-boyfriend, and that's not good for anyone. (Unless you want to read weepy letters to my ex-boyfriend, in which case let me know, 'cause man, do I have a stockpile of those. They could keep this blog going until spring, at least).

So there, you see, for these reasons and so many more, posting may be light around here until January. But! I will make it up to you, I swear! And I will start with this gift I have made for you. Behold, it's a mix cd!

Well, I guess it's actually a playlist, but it started out as a mix cd, which I made as a belated birthday present for Talia, after discovering that origami notecards aside, what she really was hoping for on her birthday was another mix cd. Anyway, I spent a really long time (oh my god, so long), time that really should have been spent reading Proust, putting this list together, and then uploading it (my god! the uploading!) so that I could share it with you all. I had this idea that instead of writing a post I would just put up the playlist instead, and then making the damn thing ended up taking much longer that writing a post would have (so much longer!) and then I ended up writing this whole post around it anyway...

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I really hope you enjoy it.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll be around, writing a bit here and there, but for the next couple months posting will be light. So, listen to the music, enjoy, and try not to miss me too much. I'll be back soon.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must be In Search of Lost Time.


  1. All I can do now is sit and twiddle my thumbs and wait for them to start shipping men in from other cities . . .

    Oh, truly an excellent plan, sweetie. I mean, FedEx will have to cut holes in those shipping boxes (like the ones they use to send puppies) so all the men coming to see you can live long enough for that first meeting. You're nothing if not a realist.

    Of course, anyone who attmpts to read 800 years of French literature in six months is seriously deranged, if you will pardon my frankness.

    But Proust? Didn't he play second base for the Red Sox one year?

    We know you can do this! :)

    Regards from the Internet,


  2. "Daylight Savings Time... I come home and put on my pajamas at 3:00. At 4:30 I'm starving and think it's dinnertime, and by 7:00 I'm all, what, it's not bedtime yet?"

    May I quote you, please? I've been feeling exactly the same way!

    PS: Hi. :) Came across your blog a few weeks ago, and have found it extremely entertaining reading.

    PPS: Sorry to hear about the way things turned out with chivalrous-vegetarian-pda-guy. Personally, I'd write him off as either an insecure wuss or an asshole.