Today is Wednesday, which means that I only work a half-day at my new job (at Fernwood Publishing), and the rest of the day is reserved for thesis/course work. I’ve yet to finish my final paper for my directed study, so I worked on that for a bit. I have 10 pages of what appears to me to be recounted drivel. I’ve been working with the same issues and theories for so long that I have a hard time getting everything to flow properly. Fortunately I have an editor who gives it to me straight (and who also gave birth to me…), so the paper is sitting in her inbox right now awaiting a crushing-by-trackchanges.
In the meantime I started to fill out one of the scholarship applications that I had planned on applying for – they’re based on academic achievement and financial need. In filling out the financial need section, I realized that I will be taking in well above what I’ll need to to cover my anticipated expenses this year. This is the first time in my life that I can expect a fairly comfortable year, financially speaking, without owing either my parents or the bank a steaming pantload of money. Fucken eh.
Needless to say, I have the overwhelming urge to go shopping.
Part of my brand new I’m-not-eating-ketchup-sandwiches-for-dinner life is an increased attendance at live music shows. Meghan and I are going to see Kanye West (with Fabulous and T.I. – who, to be honest, I assumed was a model, not a rapper) in October. She’s actually selling me her second ticket for leaps and bounds less than what it cost her ($120? Fuck no!), so that I can go. I don’t actually own any Kanye CDs, nor have I downloaded any, but I guess I’m going to have to pump up my inner groupie and learn how to properly ‘walk it out’ so I fit in with Meg and all the other screaming girls in matchstick heels.
One thing I like about Kanye is his stance on homophobia in the hip hop industry – apparently he’s been ‘accused’ (criminal!) of being gay based on his high-maintenance appearance, but he argues that he shouldn’t have to prove that he isn’t gay just because he doesn’t spout homophobia in his music (or because he wears pink dress shirts). That said, he’s no activist. And he’s actually a bit of a fucking suck. It makes no sense to me to be so uptight about the damn MTV VMAs, when they’re just a bunch of pointless awards given out by old white men who likely listen to Barry Manilow. And it’s for videos. Videos, man. It’s pointless.
Matt and I don’t have cable anymore (we relished in the fact that the previous tenant didn’t shut off her service, thank fuck, until Shaw came to install internet, which turned out to be so slow that we can barely load a page in three minutes), so I didn’t get to watch the VMAs. I wanted to see Britney Spears’ performance. Not because I’m necessarily a fan of her music (although I’ll admit that I liked Toxic, but who didn’t? She didn’t even write the damn song, so whatever), but because I’m fascinated by Britney-the-Trainwreck. She’s like a car crash. I enjoy watching her fail, miserably. Does that make me a terrible person? Probably. But I’m banking on the fact that by not killing spiders and instead releasing them onto our back porch, it’ll all even out in the end.
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