Hi, my name is Lisa. I never update my LiveJournal. I take ice skating and belly-dancing lessons, and I have a cat named Mele that I adopted from Chesapeake Cat Rescue a few weeks ago. I work full-time as a marketing assistant (which means I work on Fridays now), and I’m about to receive an A (as far as I know) in my first graduate-level course, Modern Rhetoric. My ex-boyfriend lives in Alabama now, but we watch “Love Monkey” together on Tuesday nights. I kind of started a business a few months ago with my roommate, Allison, but we hardly talk right now because she has a boyfriend and never comes home. I spend a lot of time reading and watching my TiVo. I’m currently reading How to Make Love Like A Porn Star…A Cautionary Tale by Jenna Jameson – it’s her autobiography and it’s awesome. Sometimes my military friends call me from other countries, like Bahrain, Iraq, Spain and Japan. I hardly listen to cool music right now because my Malibu just spits my CDs out and says “E r r” (short for “Error”) when I try to play them, and my iPod is never charged. Most nights when I don’t feel like running, I use “My iPod isn’t charged” as an excuse. I tried to go back to Weight Watchers recently, but found myself very un-motivated to lose 2.8 pounds. I recently got a raise at work, but I keep trying to get another one without success. I usually put off food shopping as long as possible because it makes me lonely. I’ve been drinking a lot of water and my hair is highlighted, so it’s pretty blonde. My digital camera was stolen on St. Patrick’s Day, but my mom got me a new one for my birthday and I love taking lots of pictures wherever I go. That’s about it.
Today I had lunch with Stacey the ex-unreceptionist. We went to a place called Mom’s Kitchen in Norfolk. It’s nothing like the Mom’s Kitchen in Neptune. I had a burger. It was good.
Work has been pretty slack this week. Today I decided to occupy my time by looking up the history of rhetoric on the Internet. It occured to me that nothing my professor said in class the other night made any sense to me, so I figured I’d try to learn the basics before I make my second attempt to comprehend the rather difficult 43-page reading assignment in A Rhetoric of Motives by Kenneth Burke.
Once I started reading about the history of classical rhetoric, all the nonsense from The Rhetorical Tradition (a COMM class at Virginia Tech) started rushing back to me – along with glimpses of Cameron and I giggling uncontrollably on her bed in the Chi Omega house. Even after reading the lengthy Wikipedia article on the subject, rhetoric still makes hardly any sense to me, but there is more of a difference than you would think between “hardly any” and “none at all.” I wonder what Cameron would say if she knew I was voluntarily barraging my brain with rhetorical drivel again. I bet she’d laugh. Pretty hard.
P.S. My professor, while mildly entertaining and extremely overzealous, is most certainly not hot.
Work is so quiet today. I don’t really have much to do. I’m so tired, too. Being in bed would be awesome right now. I’ve been staying out too late and drinking too much.
I’m a college student again. I registered for a grad class at ODU. Modern Rhetoric, it’s called. I looked up my professor on RateMyProfessors.com. Apparently, not only is he “nice, caring, understanding and interesting,” he’s also hot. There were four smiley faces and a red chili pepper next to his name. I guess I’ll have to let you know after my first class tomorrow night. In the meantime, I got my parking pass and my ODU student ID, and I had to buy five books!
Yeah, so I haven’t even gotten any e-mails at work for at least three hours. That’s so weird. I’ve been so swamped at work recently, I forget what I used to do to waste time here -and I know I spent the whole summer wasting time in this office. There must be something. Maybe I’ll go photocopy the crossword puzzle out of today’s paper.
I seriously wish I was at home reading right now. I’ve become obsessed with the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter novels by Laurell K. Hamilton. I started them in October and I’m already on the eighth one. I hope those five rhetoric books don’t interfere with my progress.
Damn! I should have brought the vampire book to work! I could so be sneaking in a few chapters this afternoon. Then I’d be able to save the crossword puzzle for class tomorrow night.
What? Multi-tasking is important.
I was sitting here on my deck innocently reading Hocus Pocus by Kurt Vonnegut, listening to my little green iPod and trying to ignore Allison’s dog’s obsessive co-dependency problem when I was suddenly blindsided by the song from the Walt Disney World Main Street Electrical Parade.
The song from the Main Street Electrical Parade is like, 11 minutes long. I used to listen to it on a record when I was little. The record was blue. Years later, I got it on a CD when I was visiting Disney World over Spring Break during my sophomore year of college. I’m pretty sure the CD was blue, too. Soon after, I created a PowerPoint slide show of my sophomore year Spring Break pictures and set the slide show to the music from the Main Street Electrical Parade. In fact, the Main Street Electrical Parade song turned out to be an excellent soundtrack choice for the slide show – especially because the slide show featured several photos from actual Main Street Electrical Parade. But that’s not the point.
So, the song from the Main Street Electrical Parade popped up on the iPod – song number 50 of 672 – and I stopped reading. I really wanted to change the song. Then I really wanted to watch my slide show of my sophomore year Spring Break pictures. Then I really wanted to call people I drove to Orlando with in 2001. But, the computer was in the bedroom and I don’t really talk to any of those people anymore, so instead of changing the song or watching the slide show or dialing the phone, I just turned up the volume and spaced out for like, 11 minutes.
I thought maybe the song would make me giddy like it used to when I was kid. Or I thought maybe it would make me experience some sort of nostalgia and wish I was still a sophomore in college. I thought at least it would make me want to go to Disney World. I was wrong. I spaced out for 11 minutes and felt pretty much nothing but humidity on my face and a mosquito biting my arm. I couldn’t decide if that was sad or not.
After it was over, I lifted the weight of Hocus Pocus of my chest and went back to numbly absorbing the useless details of the tragic life of the fictional character Eugene Debs Hartke, who was born in 1940 and firmly believes that “the 2 prime movers in the Universe are Time and Luck.”
“The Holy Grail ‘neath ancient Roslin waits.
Adorned in masters’ loving art, She lies.
The blade and chalice guarding o’er Her gates.
She rests at last beneath the starry skies.”
The Da Vinci Code. Dan Brown. Read it.