Diary of a Red-Headed Stepchild

I know it's been over a year since I last posted.  I even have news.  But that'll be for a different day.  Hopefully less than a year away.

This is for a meme that I've borrowed from abiona_sashenka because she's so cool.


Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you.


1) Your name? (this is actually the second one, but the first wasn't capitalized, so I didn't, technically, cheat.  And this one's funny.
Lucas

Borrowed from posh_cookie and abiona_sashenka


1. Go to http://www.careercruising.com/.

2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.

3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.

4. Post the top ten results



Child and Youth Worker (what exactly does that mean?  "work, brats!  Keep going!  Heave, ho, heave, ho"

Special Education Teacher (then I could have my own TardBlog! Weee!)

 Elementary School Teacher (I think I'm the only one of my friends who would get this and not want to run and hide.  I LOVE the kids.  Love)

High School Teacher (It could work.  I'd learn those kids some foreign language if it killed me!)

Teacher Assistant (Absolutely not.  If I'm going to be in a classroom with a bunch of other people's children, I'm sorry, but I GET TO BE THE ONE IN CHARGE.  No one else)

Social Worker (I'm actually not entirely sure what a social worker does, but when I hear it, I think of someone who sits at a cafe and drinks coffee and chats with people all day.  If that were my job, it'd be ideal!)

Early Childhood Educator (OMG that would be so much fun.  To play with little kids all day!  (see my response to number two))

Career Counselor (Uhm...no.  Not even a little.  Because I will NOT--I repeat NOT--be like Mr. Cowen and do the following: a.  tell students that they can't learn more than one foreign language at once, b. tell students that they clearly can't get into Harvard because no one from our school has ever gotten in, c.) be an ass, d.) let my gray chest hair sprout out of my shirt and scare the poor students, e.) simply_inf and shore_mills can add everything I've forgotten here).

Addictions Counselor (That's probably not a good idea, because I tend to be more of an enabler.  Who want's to go shopping?!?)

Professor (hey, at least this made it onto the list.)

Some others: 
Coming in at No. 17 -- Foreign Language Instructor (aren't we all happy it took a test to tell me that?  Otherwise, my whole life-plan might have been a grave mistake!)

 25 -- Dental Assistant -- (ew  ew ew ew ew ew)

And number 40 -- Funeral Director (I guess I can have a pleasantly sad face.  I'll practice it next time I have to go to a boring lecture, just in case).

No, seriously, I really do.  It has become a bit of a problem for me, actually...in fact, i think it might be contributing to the fact that this paper still isn't done.  But, no, seriously, if you have Facebook, find me!  Because it's sooooo much fun!

that waking up immediately after a great sex dream is a tres, tres nice way to wake up.  Even if it's the alarm clock that actually caused the waking.  I've been having a lot of sex dreams lately...

Current Location: Dining Room
Current Mood: giggly
Current Music: Carla Bruni (but only in my head)

I'd really like to know, because I'd like to leave an offering at her altar, whereever it may be.  This lovely (*gags) paper has gone from 0 pages (well, I had an outline, but that doesn't really count) to 7 1/2 in one day.  I've never written that much on the first day of paper writing (except for when the first day of paper writing is also that last day I have to write the paper, and then I stop thinking and turn into a writing machine.  It's amazing how panic can make you pound out 20 pages of nicely-written academic prose bullshit!).   Of course, if I could manage to sit and write for more than 15 minutes without needing to take a half-hour break, that would help me write more, but whatever.

Since my goal was at least 5 pages, and I've passed that goal nicely, I'm allowed to have another full-nights sleep.

I don't know why I only really feel the need to post during paper-writing season.  I had the best intentions, when I started this LJ, to post every day.  The last time I posted?  Uhm...February 11th.  Today's date, as you can tell by scrolling to the lovely time-stamp, is May 11th.  February, March, April...that's three months.  I've been seriously remiss.  Derelict, even.  

I would say that I'll try to be better in the future (to appease the LJ spirits and ihatepavel, who talked me into getting an LJ to begin with), but we all know how that goes.  I'm just not very a very newsy person, and most days I have nothing to report.  Since it's my very favorite time of the year, though, I figured I might as well not use the half-hour I have before going to meet some friends for drinks (hey, even if I have papers to write, it's Friday, isn't it?) to actually work on my paper (which is actually more of a very vague one-page outline with a title at the moment), and procrastinate here on LJ.

What little news I have is behind the cut.

Current Location: mi casa es mi casa
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: none

did I wake up at 6 am on a Sunday morning?  And 5:30 on Friday morning?  And Thursday morning?  And all last week?  Why does my roommate suddenly wake up at 5:30 every morning?

The only explanation I can think of is that we have a little demon/imp/elf thingy that likes to be mischievous and wake us up.  I kind of wish it would go away.  Unless it's Jose, the ghost who lived in my oven in New Orleans.  Then he can stay, because he was rather charming.  Unless he keeps waking us up.  Then I'm gonna ship his spectral ass back to the the Big Easy.

I might as well do my Latin homework, since I'm up.  Blegh

Borrowed from oshngirl:


BOOKWORM:
1. Grab the nearest book
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.


"Grail romances introduce a new subject position into chivalric heroism: the great knight whose exemplary chivalyr is rewarded no with privileged acces to a woman's body, but with a privileged access to God.  Yet the new model of chase heroism interrupts the sexual exchange that is part of the heroic structure of medieval romances.  Masculine heroic bodies are defined not only thorugh chivalric battle, but also through the desire for sexual reward, and grail romances underscore the anomaly introduced into the sexual economy by the valorization of chase heroism."

from: Peggy McCracken, "Chaste Subjects: Gender, Heroism, and Desire in the Grail Quest", Queering the Middle Ages, ed. Glenn Burger & Stephen Kruger (Minneapolis: Univeristy of Minnesota Press, 2001). 

*This was the closest book to me that was in English.  All my fun books are in the bedroom, therefore not by the bedroom.  Seriously, this was the closest book to me.

Hi Everyone.

My name is Lucas, and I'm a stress adict.

It's true.  I'm writing a paper again, and I've been a little stressed on and off for the last couple of days.  This shit's due on Friday.  Meaning that I will bet mysefl $20 that by 4 a.m. Thursday I am a sniveling pile of hysteria, strung out on nicotene, caffeine, and sugar, typing nonsense madly onto a document that may have started out as a good paper.  

God as mah witness, I will nevah be lazy again!*



*Please note, Lucas has made this remark every year since he started high school. 

I haven't posted in a long time.  If you're interested, here's the lowdown (if you not, then you and a.) bite me, and then b.) skip to the next entry on your Friends page):

-Writing papers blows.  It blows even harder if you have to do it over Christmas break.  It blows hardest if you have to do it over Christmas break and don't, meaning that you have to do it all in two weeks when you come back (the only good thing about this particular way of doing things is that it makes you really, really efficient).  I may be required to start drinking heavily.

-I hate snow.  Four feet in three weeks is a little much, don't you think?

-Writing papers blows.

-My crisis about what I'm doing with my life and whether I like it and want to keep doing it got so much worse over Christmas that I more than jokingly entertained the notion of not coming back at all.  I am back, though, so I guess it's not that bad.

-Writing papers blows.  I have 8 days (or maybe 10, I don't even really know) to research and write this one.  Granted, I once did it in five, but that paper was shit, and it's kind of important that this one be good.  Since it's for my advisor and all.  

-It is COLD in Baltimore.  Granted, it was cold in Colorado, too, but there, I didn't have to leave the house if I didn't feel like it, and if I did, it was only for as long as it took me to get into the car.  Here, I have to walk.  I might have to break down and get a hat or earmuffs or something, lest I get frostbite and my ears fall off.  

-Oh, did I mention that writing papers blows?

Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: my neighbor stomping around, if that counts as music