NaBloPoMo’12: Slings and Arrows

Long day was long.

I wore my platform boots all day with nylons, so that by the end of the day, I had slid forward in them and I was crushing my toenails. Not comfortable.

Went to an event tonight and drank some Batch 19 beer. Not as good as Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale, but did in a pinch. I also stopped around the corner at CLE Clothing Company and got myself two buttons for my messenger bag, and Charlie a magnet and a sticker.

I parked my car at valet, and I swear to Bob that the attendant stroked my fingers when he handed me back my keys. It was creepy.

Took my second exam for Org Development, and I’m pretty sure I got a “meh” on it. This is in keeping with my waning motivation this semester.

I also got my graduation application back. Basically, I am cleared to graduate when I finish this course. Although, reading the scratch from the graduation office, I couldn’t tell if they meant hours and I was done, or I needed 3 more hours in addition to graduate. It was dicey there for a few seconds.

And with that, the covers my day! I’m off to start reading Raylan.

NaBloPoMo’12: Jockey

I have an exam tomorrow, and let’s just be proud of the fact that I started studying tonight. I have a feeling that I’m going to be pulling it out in the zero-hour tomorrow.

I have no idea why this semester is my least-motivated semester, but I am having the worst time getting engaged with the material, which is a bummer because I love the subject matter. We also have a group project, and I feel like all I’m doing is herding cats. I can’t get anyone to get on board.

Is this somehow related to the fact that the last group project I did was for the capstone class, and I had four other group members who were highly engaged and motivated through the process because graduation depended on it? I mean, I was working with people who were in constant communication, were very good about bouncing ideas off one other, and willing to meet at any/all times so that we could get stuff done. This group? Not so much.

As much as I’d like to be the taskmaster and push relentlessly to get this project done, I’m also combating the fact that I just can’t get my energy into it. I could ride them like a two-penny hooker, but I just don’t have it in me right now. All I can do is the little break-off tasks I’ve given myself that work behind the scenes to keep the project rolling.

But anyway, wish me luck tomorrow. I have a pretty decent handle on the material, it’s just going to be remembering it all that’s the tough part.

NaBloPoMo’12: Diet Goth

I’ve been going through a kind of conservative punk phase lately with my business wardrobe. A lot of black as the base, with jewel-tones mixed in. I’ve also been throwing in my ankle-strap platform heels or my high-heeled platform boots. Today, I also wore my leather cuff and my faux gauges.

I follow Morbid Fashion on Tumblr, and I do like to see the grown-up version of Goth, and it’s kind of interesting how my wardrobe parallels that fashion sense a lot. It’s not something that I consciously decided on when putting my wardrobe together, I just have a predilection for black mostly.

I have a friend who describes me to her friends as if “Ann Taylor was going through a punk phase.” I think that’s pretty spot-on for the most part. And I think I really like that fashion motif. I’m going to go with it.

NaBloPoMo’12: Long Shadows

I have a bad case of blog-writer’s block, so I’m just going to leave this here tonight.

 

To Autumn
by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
   Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

NaBloPoMo’12: Of Little Consequence

Good weekend spent noodling around.  Sometimes, you just need a lazy weekend to get things done.

I’ve had Evernote for a while, and had been clipping some things here and there (the firewall at the office prevents me from being able to clip anything to Evernote, so that’s pretty much why it’s been languishing all these months), but I spent quite a bit of time with it this weekend, unencumbered by firewall. Holy Moses, I’m converted: that program is amazing. I cannot extol it’s virtues enough.

And of course, being me, I have to figure out how to fully integrate it into my system (what with the pinning I do, stars I attach to my feeds, and liking I do with Tumblr posts), but I’m pretty sure I’ll get everything smoothed out.