I'm only happy when it rains...

School is out and I have a month before classes start back up.
I have loads of things I could be doing---baking interfaith cookies, sewing my friends birthday present that is now 3 weeks late, looking up sources for my annotated bibliography, or cleaning the bathroom.
I am going to lay on the couch and do nothing for now.

G-L-O-R-I-A..Gloria..G-L-O-R-I-A

I am finishing my final paper for a class today. I have been working on it for a week and I am in the home stretch. My window faces a backyard where there is a wedding reception going on right now. The live band that is playing is very good, but I like to write in silence. Kind of difficult when the harmonica player's microphone is so loud. If they play "House of the Rising Sun" I might have to punch someone in the throat.

For those about to rock...

I haven't written in forever!!! The four day weekend will (hopefully) let me get some work done.
After some conversation (with my adviser and a few professors) and consideration (see parenthesis before) I have changed my thesis. Whew! Sure glad I have a bunch of sources (purchased) that I am not going to use... Ah! who am I kidding I wanted those books and DVDs and I had an "academic" reason to purchase them. So, yes, it is official I am not going to do a gender angle on punk rock, rather an examination of secular Christmas songs of the 1940/50s and tie them in somehow to capitalism. Yes at the moment a little vague, but I just got some books and articles and I will pour over them this weekend. After this is said and done I want to refer to my self as a Christmasologist. Wouldn't it be great if Frosty and Rudolph had a counterpart who did not stand the test of time. Maybe Gene Autry was the reason for their success. Stay tuned.

If I had a hammer...

Things at school are starting to get going-papers, presentations and grading assignments.
I am also feeling like a bit of a day laborer, because I have done some baby sitting, sorting e-bay "inventory" and cleaning for cash. No job is too small. Also, I have joined up with some rock and roll fellas, and I am strumming the 4 strings and I am on the mike. It is really fun to be playing in a rock band again. The guys are really easy going and I like the music they play. The camaraderie between musicians in a band, for me, is something I cherish. This includes the good, the bad, and the ugly. This just reminded me I should change my strings.

Losing My Religion...

So it looks like I will have to get part time job. I know, boo-hoo me, but I was hoping to not during my first semester at CSULB. The teachers aide pay is not going to cut it and I like Synergy drinks and they cost money so I will pound the pavement and find me some work.
The reason I titled this entry "Losing My Religion," is I applied for a part time job at a big corporation. I am not super PC and I like the store okay, but I feel as if I am truly co-opting with the man if I work there. But it is close to school and they are open hours which I could work---SO!!! what is a girl to do? I hope I don't have to turn in my Northern California Mentality Card.
What store is it? I ain't telling unless I get the gig! :)

How Soon is Now?

I am the sun and the air...Went to my 20 year high school reunion. I have a question, who in the hell are these people? I mean I was not popular, but I did have the reputation of good parent signature skills and in the morning you could find me sitting in front of the office with my pal, A.
I was pleased to hang out with a few folks.

Like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers...

Okay. So I have started school and I am really digging it at the moment-with that said today at school was a bit of a challenge for me.
I got my contract for my TA position and had to submit it to payroll to get paid.
The campus is big and sits on a hill. I was down at the music building and had to go to the library, and payroll. Great! I stepped into the library which is at the other end of campus and realized I had forgotten to go to payroll which is located in the middle of campus. So after I walked up and down the stairs at the library for an hour, I went back to payroll. Did everything there and they tell me I have to get a graduate assistant ID, SOOOO I walked back to the ID center which is on the way to the library. Then I remembered I needed to get a form to get keys and so I went back to Brotman, where the payroll office is....the line was ridiculous so I said forget it and went to take the bus home.
Now the funny thing about the bus is just yesterday I was telling my friend J in Nashville how the bus is WAY better than the KAT- Knoxville Transit. The buses were relatively on time, they were clean, the drivers appeared sober and knew the route. (Footnote: in Knoxville I was taking the bus home once and the driver made a turn and started going on a different bus route)
But the best part about the bus was there were very few undesirables on the bus. Now before you judge. If you know me then you know, I am all for public transportation and if you can pay the fare, you can ride.
With that said the hobo brigade was riding on my route home. We had Mr. Curseword at Students, Madame Smells-Alot, How many trash bags filled with recycling from garbage cans guy and my personal favorite large man with sweatpants with no elastic band. They all got on within 2 stops of eachother. It was madness! The bus was packed anyway-I had to leave the fun and get off 3 stops early and walk home, because I hadn't done enough walking today...