phrants = frantically searching for my pants
That moment when an unsuspecting visitor knocks at your door, and you are silently panicking "where are my pants?!"
PHRANTS!
Friday, May 10, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Roommate's Speech Preparation
My roommate and I have extremely different speech preparation techniques.
My roommate has decided to take The King's Speech approach, as in practicing with music loudly blaring as she verbally practices.
Oh, this isn't just your average music, no no. This is Pat Benatar's "Love is a Battlefield."
My roommate rocks.
On a different note....
I've decided that it's best to not practice at all. It's because I limit myself to an exact verbatim of what I had practiced, and if I veer from what I had practiced, then I get completely lost. So, it's best to simply be well-versed in the information, and then passionately kill it with delivery. You should know it well enough to be able to talk about it for 7+ minutes from the heart - that is, if you treat every boring speech as if it were the next best thing. This approach minimizes the risk of actually messing up, looking like a boring fool, and nerves.
My roommate still rocks.
My roommate has decided to take The King's Speech approach, as in practicing with music loudly blaring as she verbally practices.
Oh, this isn't just your average music, no no. This is Pat Benatar's "Love is a Battlefield."
My roommate rocks.
On a different note....
I've decided that it's best to not practice at all. It's because I limit myself to an exact verbatim of what I had practiced, and if I veer from what I had practiced, then I get completely lost. So, it's best to simply be well-versed in the information, and then passionately kill it with delivery. You should know it well enough to be able to talk about it for 7+ minutes from the heart - that is, if you treat every boring speech as if it were the next best thing. This approach minimizes the risk of actually messing up, looking like a boring fool, and nerves.
My roommate still rocks.
The Eighteenth of April
I was going over my recitations during my morning shower, and The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere just so happened to be on Thursday's list.
But, much to my dismay, I realized that I had completely missed "the eighteenth of April," and as we are now well beyond that date and in May, it has become another missed day of recognition.
"On the eighteenth of April, in seventy-five," wait a minute, its the ninth of May...
But, much to my dismay, I realized that I had completely missed "the eighteenth of April," and as we are now well beyond that date and in May, it has become another missed day of recognition.
"On the eighteenth of April, in seventy-five," wait a minute, its the ninth of May...
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Project Envy
I'm really starting to dislike that kid in my Accounting class whose father is an accountant himself. Why? Because his father looked over his 50 page project and corrected it and helped him out where he needed it. And now he's finished and can't really help us with it himself.
Granted, he is making one of the highest grades in the class, but on the project? Really? What else has your parent helped you with? Would you like a spoon? A silver one?
Would he look over mine and everyone else's too? And then we'll talk about a fair chance... At cheating!
Call me barely making it reading through these 10-K's and Annual Reports. Es muy difícil para mí.
Granted, he is making one of the highest grades in the class, but on the project? Really? What else has your parent helped you with? Would you like a spoon? A silver one?
Would he look over mine and everyone else's too? And then we'll talk about a fair chance... At cheating!
Call me barely making it reading through these 10-K's and Annual Reports. Es muy difícil para mí.
Art Modeling Conclusion
I feel as though I have overlooked mentioning a very important aspect of my employment history, that being art modeling.
Let me just say, hands down, that art modeling is probably one of the most excruciatingly painful student jobs on campus. (though it is the highest paying and most skill-less and mindless)
At 8am, two days a week, just imagine yourself sitting in an awkward position for an hour straight.
Leaning on the elbows might be the most painful pose. Somehow all of the blood leaves that joint and you can actually feel something in that funny bone.
Or maybe even worse, sitting cross-legged. Not sure if it's the blood rushing back or it's the fact that your poor ankles are pressed onto a hard wooden surface without moving. Basically, I just need to inhale Calcium and D3.
But maybe the most terrible feeling is the realization, after an hour of some horrid pose, that no one was actually drawing you in the first place. That might be the worst. Because you've been maintaining a certain pose that artists have instructed you to keep, and then they just left you out in the cold. Your efforts have been in vain, perhaps?
I am employed, and I was able to catch up on the morning news, read a few short stories, study for my quizzes, and take care of applications, so I wouldn't say that it was boring.
I also enjoyed studying the people studying me and seeing their finished product. Am I really that awkward looking in real life? Is my face really that unattractively long?
And to those whose final product never even really looked like me, I assume you were drawing my kindred spirit or my cousin?
Anyways, I hear art modeling in the nude is a pretty high-paying job.
Screw grad school, I've found my future career. And even lifelong, because the demand for the detail in wrinkles is pretty high.
Let me just say, hands down, that art modeling is probably one of the most excruciatingly painful student jobs on campus. (though it is the highest paying and most skill-less and mindless)
At 8am, two days a week, just imagine yourself sitting in an awkward position for an hour straight.
Leaning on the elbows might be the most painful pose. Somehow all of the blood leaves that joint and you can actually feel something in that funny bone.
Or maybe even worse, sitting cross-legged. Not sure if it's the blood rushing back or it's the fact that your poor ankles are pressed onto a hard wooden surface without moving. Basically, I just need to inhale Calcium and D3.
But maybe the most terrible feeling is the realization, after an hour of some horrid pose, that no one was actually drawing you in the first place. That might be the worst. Because you've been maintaining a certain pose that artists have instructed you to keep, and then they just left you out in the cold. Your efforts have been in vain, perhaps?
I am employed, and I was able to catch up on the morning news, read a few short stories, study for my quizzes, and take care of applications, so I wouldn't say that it was boring.
I also enjoyed studying the people studying me and seeing their finished product. Am I really that awkward looking in real life? Is my face really that unattractively long?
And to those whose final product never even really looked like me, I assume you were drawing my kindred spirit or my cousin?
Anyways, I hear art modeling in the nude is a pretty high-paying job.
Screw grad school, I've found my future career. And even lifelong, because the demand for the detail in wrinkles is pretty high.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Me! Me! I care about your schedule!!
I did this this this and this today, and tomorrow I have to do that these and those 20 other things.
Only this, that, whatever, I, don't, care, is standing between me and summer!
Good for you. Can you post the updated version on Facebook tomorrow, because I really care about your oh so packed and accomplished schedule.*
I'm dying to know just what you've done and what you've left to do.
Let's be real. All I really care about is which one of your 700 best friends since middle school birthday's happens to be today. #tbt HASHTAG IS FOR TWITTER
*Now, if you are one of those people who lag in the productivity department (take it as it is) and need social media to hold you accountable, then sure, I'll give you a pass. "Hey, did you really write the paper AND do the reading?" Replies, "Na, just the paper." Suggests, "I haven't read either; let's read it at the same time just in case we have questions."
But to everyone else, your gloating sounds a lot like goats bleating. And bleating. Bleat-bleating.
Or whatever way you are helping the human race with your drawlings.
Sorry, proud of you, my champs, but I'm not going to "like" your status. It just makes me nervous. And angry, evidently.
Only this, that, whatever, I, don't, care, is standing between me and summer!
Good for you. Can you post the updated version on Facebook tomorrow, because I really care about your oh so packed and accomplished schedule.*
I'm dying to know just what you've done and what you've left to do.
Let's be real. All I really care about is which one of your 700 best friends since middle school birthday's happens to be today. #tbt HASHTAG IS FOR TWITTER
*Now, if you are one of those people who lag in the productivity department (take it as it is) and need social media to hold you accountable, then sure, I'll give you a pass. "Hey, did you really write the paper AND do the reading?" Replies, "Na, just the paper." Suggests, "I haven't read either; let's read it at the same time just in case we have questions."
But to everyone else, your gloating sounds a lot like goats bleating. And bleating. Bleat-bleating.
Or whatever way you are helping the human race with your drawlings.
Sorry, proud of you, my champs, but I'm not going to "like" your status. It just makes me nervous. And angry, evidently.
Alterior
Alterior is simply Ulterior with an Alternative method. Take that, Southern drawl vs. spell check.
Find: alterior
Replace with: ulterior
Yes, replace all 23.
Frindle.
Frindle.
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