I fulfilled my Longhorn duty today and went to a football game, orange shirt and all. Naturally, it was a boring blowout (49-6 at halftime, 63-18 by the end)—but still worth the $0 price of admission.
I think I had more to write, but I'm so deep into procrastinating on the ungodly amounts of work I have to do in the next few days that I'm incapable of finishing even this poor little entry.
This evening I went to French House to edit some papers and drink some beers. While I was there I met the most wonderful itsy bitsy kitten ever. She's only three weeks old—about the length of my hand—and calico with huge grey eyes (but not quite at the huge ears stage yet). She wobbled around a picnic table for a while and then ended up sleeping in my lap for a few hours, stretched out with tiny paws and fuzzy fur, twitching from her dreams. Most of the time she was out cold, but one time when she was sleeping on her back and woke up enough to stretch, she did the most unbearably cute thing ever, squeezing her eyes shut and curling her front paws around her back legs, which were sticking straight up in the air. Kittens! sigh.
My mom and I always wanted to be part of a "kitten of the month" club, where someone would send you a new kitten every month so you could have them when they're little and cute and then ship them back when they get old: constant kitten cuteness.
I officially have my first thesis funding! $500 from the Communication Career Services Career Development Grant—my proposal was one of six picked from (only) twenty-two applications... hopefully this doesn't set me up for any false expectations about the ease of getting money just by managing to be one of the few who bother to apply.
In any case, wahoo! Huge Firewire drive, here I come!
HUMP will be screening tomorrow at 2pm at the Hideout and Sunday at 5:30pm at the Texas Union Theater as part of the "Demolition Derby" group of CinemaTexas' UT competition.
Please come! (I mean, really, who doesn't love camels?) The Hideout's tiny, but there's room for everyone at the Union—and if you don't come for the film, come for the director Q&A afterwards, where we all pretend that we know what we're doing.
Riding my bike home from class tonight, there was another hint in the air that maybe, possibly, one day it just might be Fall. I won't believe it until I can feel that crispy tinge of cold at noon in addition to midnight, though.
Here's a google search to end all google searches leading to my page.
(Disclaimer: there are apparently so many people writing about this topic that I may not be currently listed near the top... I was for a few brief shining Internet moments, though!)
Why would two people, obviously in the first, touchy-feely, let-me-make-out-with-your-neck stages of a relationship, choose to go to a bar on a Saturday night by themselves—i.e. not to meet friends or engage in social interaction—for the sole purpose of humping each other for three hours straight?
We wanted to offer to drop by their house, drink their beer, and pretend not to watch them touch each other in order to spare them the time and expense of going downtown to find an audience.
For those who care, I showcased tonight. It was my Peace Corps "Motivation Statement."
The general conclusion was that I didn't sound motivated enough—so I should pretend that I'm not doing this mostly because it scares the shit out of me (but in a really good way).
Also on the faults list, I spent the first half of the paper on white, upper-middle-class guilt and showing up at anti-war protests... not to mention the fact that my "hook" was the story about how I got a tattoo (I believe Leslie remembers this one).
It needs an overhaul. But it was a great—if rather tiring—experience to have my personal statement dissected by 21 people.
This might just be wishful thinking, but I swear there was a hint of fall in the air today. Not that you could feel it in direct sun, of course. But there was something in the breeze when I was walking in the shade on campus. Could it be that the end of summer is in sight? As much as I love Austin as a town, I'm glad I won't have to suffer through any more Augusts. The high in San Francisco today was 68, for the love of god.
If anyone knows where I can get a work ethic for cheap, let me know.
I'll get this out while I'm still loopy from only three hours of sleep and before RHE325M finds the address while editing my first paper...
The first full-fledged meeting of Trimble's class tonight was great. Really, really fun—I'm warm and fuzzy and giddy all at the same time. Not only was it enough to make up for the aforementioned lack of sleep, but it also inspired me to volunteer to showcase next week.
This, perhaps, was a bit rash.
I thought that Peace Corps required an essay. They... don't seem to. So do I aim for "Friendly Persuasion" or do I pretend that I'm absolutely positive that I want to go to grad school in documentary film?
Speaking of which, the schedule for CinemaTexas is finally online. HUMP is in the "Demolition Derby" category, which I think is particularly insightful placement. 2pm Friday the 19th at The Hideout and 5:30pm Sunday the 21st at the Texas Union Theater.
Leslie, John says "hi." Everyone else, I've finally found a worthwhile use for my digital camera, as well as something to do with my steadily shrinking free time (links courtesy Doug).
