March 21.2

I have been watching a lot of TV on the computer the last few days in a valiant effort to procrastinate writing my thesis. I have also over-indulged on coffee, which makes me frenetic and obsessive when I have an empty stomach.

TV intrigues me. I guess this is because I grew up without one, but why isn't really so important. Because I have, in the past, had friends who were really into Grey's Anatomy, it's a show I'm more likely to watch than others, since I'm somewhat familiar with the characters.

I guess what really amazes me about these shows is how obsessive people are over them. I mean, all of the major characters have decent-length Wikipedia pages. That's insane.

But what intrigues me most is how much of them are simply the writers playing with the people in the audience. People watch these shows uncritically! Take for example, what I gather has happened in this season of Grey's Anatomy:

Izzy, who is dating Alex begins having hallucinations of the heart disease-ridden fiance that she accidently killed, but the slutty, bi-sexual bitch intern fucked up the charts, so she didn't find out as soon as she should have. Then Grey's boyfriend got in a fist-fight with his best friend who previously had slept with his previous wife but is now dating Grey's younger half sister, and then he went out to this trailer he has and got drunk a whole bunch of days in a row. And this bone doctor in the meantime has discovered she's lesbian and her first female lover left and now she's totally into this obnoxiously happy hot blond doctor who kissed her in a bar bathroom, but this is all after she ran away to Vegas and married a former intern who later divorced her for the girl that has cancer that is now dating someone else.

What the fuck. Life is not like this. It's such an intentional trainwreck all the time. And all of these fake things have wikipedia pages.

But trainwrecks make me think of The Great Collision by Scott Joplin, and that's something without a wikipedia page. But the event it was written about did. Why not try enjoying a little bit of Texas history.

March 22

Another SXSW is over. All said and done, this year was rather harmless--No blistering, all-day hangovers, no sunburns, nothing said or done that I wish I hadn't. Just things I didn't do that I wish I had.

March 21

Holy Moly. Spring break is almost over. I'm bleary-eyed and blinky, squinting at the screen in front of me, the researched microfilm pages splayed across the table. I'm watching my coffee get cold, nursing the inexplicable goosebumps that are sneaking their way down my arms. I am tired. Last night's make up is smeared across my heavy-lidded eyes.

I think I might take a long bath.

March 10

The only thing I've done well all day is spill my coffee.

I finally pumped up my bicycle tires. Yay for pinch flat prevention.

March 8

Today I washed my hair.

March 5!

Today is March 5th. It is a Thursday, and I am currently occupying a position in the glorious coffee haus Cafe Medici. I am procrastinating.

Yesterday I spent all day in the San Antonio library before driving home and losing my phone. For two hours. I also took photos of Tolstoy inside a beer box. Yes, overwhelming cuteness will be coming your way soon. What could be better than beer and bunnies?

I'm going to go to physics at 2:00 and turn in my half completed homework. What a load of crap. I hate that class. Every day I think about the biting honesty with which I will write end-of-semester Course Instructor Survey. It will likely be the highlight of my year.

Last week was the first week in a long while that I haven't picked up the Onion. I always do, and while I don't always complete the crossword, I always put some time into it. The Onion is my favorite crossword. Fuck you, New York Times. Where are your sexual references and inappropriate slang? I'll do the crossword that's written in my language, thank you.

That said, I think I'd be much more likely to read the Chronicle if it had a crossword in it. Actually, I think the Chronicle is much better reading than the Onion. I like to read the fake news headlines, but the fake news stories bore me. Instead, I read my fake horoscope and Dan Savage's fabulous sex column. In the Chronicle, I generally read the editorials and occasionally some other stuff. But editorials are the best part.

This is Teeney, signing off.

March 1

Goodness, dear readers! (Ha! Get it? I said that I had readers!) I've fallen way behind in the realm of blog lately. It's been busy in my life.

I've had insane dreams lately. Friday I dreamed that I went to Leah's apartment, and there was this insaaaane get together going on where everyone was doing drugs and doing other illegal things, which, in the dream, I slept through (which was very Teeney of me). Anyways, one of the guys there had a dad who had a lot of money or something, I'm a little bit fuzzy on this point, but he sent everyone who had been at the mini-drug fest an email with some sort of attachment that tracked your computer (GASP! DREAM SPYWARE!). The email stated that if any of us closed the email, he'd take our illegal behavior to the DA. Well, I didn't really think the whole thing made sense anyway, and I hadn't even done anything since I'd been asleep (and I don't do drugs anyways), so I just closed it. And then the dude got all up on my ass, telling me he was going to put me in jail, etc., etc., and everyone was just like SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! And then, I was so kind to his asshole son that I "broke" him, and he became a nice person too. Which is probably the weirdest part of the dream, since I'm totally impatient.

I then dreamed another dream that I had three (?!) bunnies and a pet parakeet. That is waaaay too many animals to keep up with. Although I now believe the new bunny is a boy bunny, and have decided to call him Tolstoy.

Last night I had part II of a new series of dreams that I've been having lately. In this dream, I replied to a Craig's List ad to help teach a woman's kids at home. When I show up, she tells me that her husband has invented a time travel machine (No! Really! she tells me) and that they use this time travel as an excellent way to teach their children about history and the like. Anyways, last night my dream continued from this; I went over to her house and met the other teachers (there is like, a team of young people who do this), and it turned out that they had covered all the Lessons, except Lesson 3, which it would be my job to teach the kids. Then the mom went into the time machine with me to show me how to use it. Really, it was like a not very good video game that I was horrible at.