<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:04.205-07:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='american idol'/><category term='meme'/><category term='list'/><category term='svu'/><category term='organization'/><category term='classes'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='distraction'/><category term='finals'/><category term='crunch'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='semester'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>chegada tarde demais</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-8476037244861048173</id><published>2009-05-21T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:41:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regret, tempus fugit, remorse</title><content type='html'>it is late. i have some rice cooking on the stove. i'm going to make it with saffron this time. enough beverages chilling in the refrigerator. enough? enough to get me through the night. i did it on sunday, and tuesday. unfortunately, since i haven't had my act together, im going to try and do it again. i have to. i just have 25 pages barring me from relative liberty. i want to finish a draft by nine am. i have exactly...well not exactly, i can't do the math...i have 10 hours give or take. then i could edit the rest of the day, i tell myself. i've been saying this since -48 hours. hmmm. why do i never write quickly till its absolutely the last minute? masochism? ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have now is a footnote. a footnote. and no paper. thank god i've been thinking about this for weeks, but still. i should have done things differently. regret, it always gets me in the end. funny that the poems i'm writing about deal exactly with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-8476037244861048173?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/8476037244861048173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=8476037244861048173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/8476037244861048173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/8476037244861048173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2009/05/regret-tempus-fugit-remorse.html' title='regret, tempus fugit, remorse'/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-5665924563062805515</id><published>2009-05-20T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:21:16.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOOOHOOOO&lt;br /&gt;congrats to me...three more classes down!!&lt;br /&gt;three more papers to go, durrr&lt;br /&gt;and a whole slew of library books to return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-5665924563062805515?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/5665924563062805515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=5665924563062805515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/5665924563062805515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/5665924563062805515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2009/05/wooooohoooo-congrats-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-6236767711717203718</id><published>2009-05-18T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:30:15.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>Merrrr...work is going so slowly. Just two small papers for today--tomorrow technically, but it'd be so great to get them done today. The hours just keep flying by though. At least, with my final this morning, I finished another course. I think I did well, I had a lot of fun answering the essay questions...the translation portion not so much--I studied the wrong poems, even though the one my professor ended up picking was completely obvious. skalsjdlaksdja frustrating. I wish I had studied more...ah well, next time, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this has anything to do with anything, but I love the last two lines of "Tableau" by Countee Cullen.  (last 4....)&lt;br /&gt;                  Oblivious to look and work&lt;br /&gt;                  They pass, and se no wonder&lt;br /&gt;                  That lightning brilliant as a sword&lt;br /&gt;                  Should blaze the path of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After disappointing desserts at a party last night, I am very hungry for something delicious, but have nothing. I could potentially order something, but whatever I get is likely not to be the delicious thing I desire....and in any case, cookies or treats are not what I need right now...this strange stress weight-gain has got to stop. I'm 6 pounds heavier by the scale, in just...gasp, a week? Is that possible? aaaaaaaaaaaaargh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-6236767711717203718?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/6236767711717203718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=6236767711717203718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/6236767711717203718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/6236767711717203718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2009/05/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-8593085898309335752</id><published>2009-05-17T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:57:34.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uuugh&lt;/span&gt;, i managed to do absolutely nothing today. nothing. it's horrible. i have great resentment for events that drag me out of the house during finals period. holed up for two weeks on my own, no interactions with anybody or anything, is probably unhealthy, but the way i like to roll. these obligatory departmental parties and stuff? i love to go to them, but the timing, the timing. two exams on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. marathon party tomorrow. every day this week of finals EXCEPT for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, glorious day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; left my house. i do not like this. i need uninterrupted time. i need some distance from the phone too, and have not been very successful at that, given &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tonight's&lt;/span&gt; 3+ hour conversation with a very hilarious friend, whose distractions are delightful, but very improperly timed. ugh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; determined to get the first paragraph for a 25 pager due on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; done before i go to sleep.....or perhaps i should work on one of the two papers due on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;, i just need to commit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been going back and forth all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been eating salads and frosted mini-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wheats&lt;/span&gt;? how am i gaining weight? finals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ugggggh&lt;/span&gt;, it does it to me. i need to exercise....starting...next school year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-8593085898309335752?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/8593085898309335752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=8593085898309335752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/8593085898309335752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/8593085898309335752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2009/05/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-2026833289373286792</id><published>2009-05-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:26:10.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>as if no time had passed...computer woes and lists lists</title><content type='html'>yes, i'm exactly at the same place the last time or pen-ultimate time i posted, i feel. a bit worse for the wear perhaps, but plugging along in a general way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than not one but TWO TWO computer disasters involving TWO TWO different computers (DELL IS THE DEVIL) this semester went by pretty well. i love to work at home and sleep late though, so not having a reliable computer at home made it very difficult to prep for my literature class. i like to type my lesson plans and always need to look up lots of things online. teaching at 8 made me have to get to the office at ridiculous hours....or stay awake much longer than should have been necessary, just to beg and plead with my computer to load a freaking page. come on already. and the hours i spent weekly on the phone with dell. it was a disaster. i've been able to read lots of blogs and follow the ones that i love, but it's insane. i let the page load. take a shower. click a link. brush my teeth, come back the page is finally loaded. uuuuuuuuuuugh. i've resurrected my ancient ancient computer from my first year of undergrad and i'm hoping it will keep up plugging along until i pass my QEs--assuming that i do pass them. then i feel, a proper reward would be a nice sparkling computer. though on the other hand, having a computer that actually works could make studying much easier, better, effective, etc. I'm thinking about getting one of those really cheap 400 buck ones that are tiny like paperback books, just so i have a back-up. i'm thinking this old man will keep up for a while, so...i just don't want to spend the money to get a really good machine right now...nor do i have the money. argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to make my QE lists and it's driving me nuts. i'm all for unsolicited advice because i'm very curious and nosy and love to hear about other people's experiences...but i've been getting really weird advice from some hostile (competitive??) people in my sub-areas. i might elaborate more on this in the future, it's very, very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else--semester in a nutshell: lots of firsts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. i successfully survived hah&lt;/strong&gt; (*this could be a bit premature since i still have 4.5 papers ahead of me and 2 exams, aaaaaaaaaaaargh. but i've been feeling strangely much more calm than usual this entire semester. not like i'm over it or anything, but hmmm, like i'm very much over the stress of it all (barring of course the all-too frequent episodes of hysteria and sobbing) and the head games i play with myself (like delusion?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. i successfully survived teaching my first lit class!&lt;/strong&gt; i haven't gotten the final evals yet, but the midterm ones were all pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. i successfully survived giving my first conference talk&lt;/strong&gt;. now, this might not be the biggest accomplishment for a lot of people, but i nearly psyched myself out of the profession. i was convinced it would literally kill me to give a conference talk. some people told me to ease in and conquer my fears by "starting small" --their words not mine, at grad conferences, but for some reason, i got roped into a conference talk. now i know i'm describing this as if i had no agency in the matter, and i don't feel like i had that much....but, idk it's hard to explain. a professor of mine kept telling us in class that we needed to just go out there and start giving papers and stuff, that we should just focus on non-graduate conferences, and if we didn't know how to write abstracts so what..we'd learn by getting rejected from conferences until we learned how to do so. ok haha i know this is very jumbled. he was much more logical sounding, but clearly i've twisted the whole situation in my head since for a few months it represented a terrible time for me that i kept replaying and replaying.....basically, he encouraged us to present abstracts for this "low-key" but kind of important conference in the area. i applied, thinking i could rest easy. i'd do what he wanted, have a clear conscience, and there'd be no way my very out there abstract would be accepted. oh but it was, to my dismay. i think i cried and tried to plot ways to get out of it. but then this strange calm came over me. i thought, ok, well, it can only get better (hopefully?), baptism by fire has worked for many! anyways, long story short, i did it, i was very nervous until the actual moment when i started reading my paper, and then it was a very out of body experience. i was far less nervous while giving the paper than i ever am for class presentations. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended up being nice though, i had a good friend, a teacher friend and very critical girl i like but am also scared of in the audience, so i felt more or less supported. phew, it's over with, and i actually had fun! still, i'm confused about conference presenting, and the rates at which one should attempt this....my departments at HU don't ever have a lot of students presenting until they're writing their dissertations, and even then...only a bit....what are the rules? how does this work at other places. HU is in a very, very strange bubble, so I feel that everything and all of my perceptions are a bit skewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. i survived being on crutches for the first half of the semester&lt;/strong&gt;. maybe i'm a fool for thinking crutches always looked so fun. it was so hard! i had very nice arms for a while, but now its back to normal ahhhh welll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i cant even think of any more things. the time just keeps flying by. i feel like my grandma when she says that time keeps getting faster. when i was a kid the days were so long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot left ahead of me, and clearly i'm procrastinating but....&lt;br /&gt;i am going to keep this blog i am going to keep this blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-2026833289373286792?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/2026833289373286792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=2026833289373286792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/2026833289373286792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/2026833289373286792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-if-no-time-had-passedcomputer-woes.html' title='as if no time had passed...computer woes and lists lists'/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-7391700374388805379</id><published>2009-02-18T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:45:19.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw this over at reassigned time and some other sites....hmm, i should really read more in english. i read the beautiful and the damned over winter break for the first time ever; i absolutely loved it!!! i should find one of these for romance language literature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the list and put an ‘x’ after those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Add a ‘+’ to the ones you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;3) Star (*) those you plan on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen ...durrr i think i read this, but i have the worst memory with Austen. too many books and movies. I did watch the movie in portuguese though&lt;br /&gt;2 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne   X&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte  X&lt;br /&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling ewwww, im on the fence with these...i have no desire to read them, but feel like i should&lt;br /&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee   X++++++++++ one of my absolutely favorite books, i used to have the first few pages memorized. I was a child with waaaay too much free time. dell is so cute in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible -  X yeah, more on being bored as a child...i have been meaning to read it again though, for purely literary purposes&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte X&lt;br /&gt;8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell X&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens I do love Dickens, but this is not one that I've read&lt;br /&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott X+ and i was in the play as a tween&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy X.....why did i read this in french though? weird&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare - X+++++++++ love it. i love the sonnets, and MacBeth, Othello and Lear are my absolute favorites.&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier - X ...in french...&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien - X&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger - X&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot - I mean to read it...but one of my best friends hates it and has unfairly skewed my judgment&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald - For the longest time i used to mix this up with what's eating Gilbert Grape, which is ridiculous. I guess it was the Gs. I want to read this so badly, but think nothing will replace the beautiful and the damned in my heart. ******&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy -* war, what is it good for?&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck -X&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll - X+&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame -X&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy X&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis -X++ I loved them, but was terrified of closets for a long time&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen X&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis X+&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Berniere&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne X+&lt;br /&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell X&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez - X+&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery - X+ i read most of the series..&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood X&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding -X&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan- X&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez -X+&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold -&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding - X kind of lame.....&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens -X&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett - X+&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce **&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath X -I used to love everything by plath passionately, then i went to a women's college filled with people obsessed with her. it became a bit too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray*&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens X&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker - durr, i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert - X+ oh i absolutely adore this. there is a weird portuguese movie spin-off version that is at once creepy, beautiful and strangely alluring&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White - X+&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - X some of them&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad **people keep mentioning this to me, i should read it&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery  X ughhhh i HATE this book, and having to teach it in French 2 was hell.&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams - X+&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare - X&lt;br /&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl X -I have read everything by dahl, this is the one i liked the least&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo *** i am dying to read this in the original. but its soo long. i love the musical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-7391700374388805379?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/7391700374388805379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=7391700374388805379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/7391700374388805379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/7391700374388805379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-saw-this-over-at-reassigned-time-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-1382545367311559408</id><published>2009-02-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:20:45.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something is wrong with my days! something is wrong with time!! i don't know what is going on, but this semester i feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in some sort of crazy temporal whirlwind....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a few seconds behind on everything essential *like responding to people who are talking to me....there's a pause, some confusion, i furrow my brows....."excuse me, what?" i keep having to ask.* and years behind, i feel, on everything else. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure why i feel this way, but it's a bit disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it has something to do with my insane sleeping schedule, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really trying to get back on track. During finals/the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MLA&lt;/span&gt;, i was on some sort of crazy no-sleep, no-caffeine or stimulants but totally wired mode pattern, so much so that for days i could not sleep and when i tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; twitch nervously in bed until i got up again...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MLA&lt;/span&gt; brought a brief reprieve since the bed in the SF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mariott&lt;/span&gt; was INCREDIBLE. I need a bed like that. It was heaven. The whole trip was heaven actually, they had placed me in an awful room right against the elevator shaft and as soon as i got there and heard the racket that all those chains and pulleys or whatever make, i asked to switch rooms. they put me, little me, by myself, in this humongous business suite!--a giant bed, a work desk/computer, a regular desk, a kitchen area, a living room with sofas and stuff. Oh, i was so sad when the conference was over...my bed is comfortable-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, but is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt; and has a cheap mattress so it just cant compare. Finals petered out after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MLA&lt;/span&gt; though, i went home to my father's house, and barely slept since my cats and dog just hover over me staring, fighting with each other (just the crazy cats),  fighting to have the rights to sleep on me, whimpering, etc., all while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on the couch trying to sleep/read/find inner peace. Once I came back to school, i started the strangest sleep cycle-thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever had i think. the first three weeks of classes, i was crashing around 6 or 7 pm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; fall asleep by about 8 and wake up at 1 in the morning. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be up lesson planning and doing homework until 8am, head over to school and come home about 6. it was bizarre, and i never want that pattern again. it made the whole world seem so QUIET--i missed people's calls for weeks and weeks. Now things are a bit more normal, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; reverting slowly to my old habits of very little sleep. I've been falling asleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 2 and waking up at 6 or 6:30. i wish i were a better sleeper, i just wake at the slightest noise and have never been able to stay in bed for very long anyways....sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. so that is one thing to work on, this long *thank god thank god* weekend. also, i need to get organized and clean up my room (at the moment i am living in squalor. like those houses on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; packed with cats and monkeys or whatnot).......and focus on the school stuff. i figure if i actually work decently for one weekend (i have this bad habit of taking the entire weekend off, watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; i don't even like......) so, if i work well today and tomorrow and just read on Monday, that would set me up nicely for the month i think. or perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; being too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;BLERG&lt;/span&gt;! this post is jumbled and incoherent, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fizzling out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend list:&lt;br /&gt;1. make flashcards for language exam&lt;br /&gt;2. grant app #1&lt;br /&gt;3. grant app #2&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;durrr&lt;/span&gt;, read book for next week's class&lt;br /&gt;5. lesson plan 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;6. look at diagnostic essays from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; back&lt;br /&gt;7. requisite emails to profs&lt;br /&gt;8. start converting presentation from last week into a paper?&lt;br /&gt;9. prepare presentation 1&lt;br /&gt;10. do reading for presentation 2&lt;br /&gt;11. reading for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;. class&lt;br /&gt;12. translation homework&lt;br /&gt;13. reading for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; class&lt;br /&gt;14. prepare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;15. conference abstract/find out if they want us to rewrite it&lt;br /&gt;16. try to organize SOME part of room of doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, i cant think of anything else but i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; forgetting things. already, this seems too ambitious. ah well, at least i have a list of what i need to do and hopefully am not forgetting too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-8229220674239323874</id><published>2009-02-10T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:00:46.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='svu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organization'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love how i leave everything until the last moment. really, it's as if the weekend never even really existed. i can't figure out for the life of me how i managed to waste two full days and not remember them at all. i guess i was catching up on sleep a bit since my leg injury has me more tired than usual. but still, here it is, tuesday night and i STILL haven't even looked at the material for my presentation tomorrow. i got home not too long ago, and made dinner....and now i want a nap, so, durrrrr, it won't get done for a while yet. plus i have an immense take home test from ridiculously hard latin class due for thursday, lesson planning for thursday and a slew of essays to grade. i just got them today, but i want them out of my hands for my own sanity and freedom, and so the students have more time to work on their final drafts. egads. strangely, all i really want to do (besides sleep and watch tv-it is so sick that i love american idol...or hate it...well, it fills me with this terrible, inexplicable sense of angst. i watch it and immediately feel like i am wasting my life. whaaaaaa??? i mean i may be wasting my life, but the fact that american idol brings this out in me is bizarre. american idol and law and order SVU. i'm addicted to both of them but they make me weep, in the bad way.) is work on a presentation that's about 3 weeks away. first things first, first things first, i keep repeating to myself. but to no avail. discipline, discipline, i need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-8229220674239323874?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/8229220674239323874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=8229220674239323874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/8229220674239323874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/8229220674239323874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-how-i-leave-everything-until.html' title=''/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-4831962061073174136</id><published>2009-02-10T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:20:26.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my goodness. it's been forever, due to the untimely (finals period of course) crashing of not one, but TWO computers. TWO. my real computer had some awful "fatal keyboard problem." I was working on a paper and couldn't help but noticing how it took about 10 minutes for one measly word to show up on the screen, so i reverted to my formerly trusty backup, my old-school-first year of college computer. ahhhhhhhhhh it has some kind of memory-dump issue, and i cannot connect it to the internetzz to save my life. oh well, i managed somehow to get through finals relatively unscathed. unfortunately i had to work on papers until about a week before school started again, but they all managed to get in. latin didn't kill me as i had expected, and now of course i miss the structure, discipline and wonderful taste of its abuse. medieval latin is just not having the same hold on me this semester, though it is still fun. i miss the precision and rules though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this semester seems like it is off to an interesting start. lots of classes, all of which are pretty intense. i'm going to need to start writing for some soon, as crazy as that sounds to my procrastinating ears. i'm teaching a lit class for the first time and loving it. what has been blowing me away the most is the students' enthusiasm. they are all so HAPPY!! and write me emails with lots of HI MRS.Xs (though i am not married, wear no rings and am just a few years older then they are...whywhywhy? do i look older than I am or something? blerg) and loads of !!!!! marks. it is a new terrain for me, this verve and pep. Where do they get it from? and at 8am in the freaking morning. unbelievable. i was not like that even at their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i want to teach a lit class next semester, i need to make a proposal for a class soon. hmmm, i'm not sure. i love love love teaching the lit stuff, and it is great experience i'm sure, since the class is completely self-designed (i'd definitely do something different next time, just to mix things up, though i've noticed people usually just repeat the same texts in a different order...nah, i want to go with different time-periods and totally different texts...and maybe theater??) but there is something about teaching language that just makes me go ga-ga. mannnn i love it. i don't even mind teaching every day and still getting paid the same for MORE hours. hmm, i will have to decide soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i decide however, i should probably prepare for class in less than 8 hours. durrrr...why do i never manage to get this done over the weekend? nuts, i am nuts and need to organize my time better. for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-4831962061073174136?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/4831962061073174136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=4831962061073174136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/4831962061073174136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/4831962061073174136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-1039412667635721134</id><published>2008-12-14T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:01:37.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crunch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saracens and christians and freaks, oh my!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bouche bée, i'm not sure how i'm feeling at the moment. hungry, tired, excited, stressed?&lt;br /&gt;the final crunch is getting started.&lt;br /&gt;i am so bad at managing multiple papers; i finish one and want to go on vacation! in december i always remember why i shouldn't have taken so many classes. but oh, the pleasure of reading.&lt;br /&gt;one of my professors actually told me i was "addicted to classes" and that he hadn't seen a "case as severe" as mine before. hmmm..... but if i didn't have class, i think i would vegetate entirely too much. i need a bit of rigor, structure and order. i know it should come from within, but oh well, i'm working on that. maybe one day i'll really be independent!! but then i wonder if that moment ever truly comes. so many of my friends who are already professors, with tenure, etc., are still not able to be as independent (free) as they would like; i wonder if it is just another elusive ideal. baahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i should get back to work. i'm waiting for pizza to arrive, which is disgusting. i don't even feel like having pizza tonight/this morning, i just really need the liter of diet coke. it's sick, i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-1039412667635721134?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/1039412667635721134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=1039412667635721134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/1039412667635721134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/1039412667635721134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2008/12/saracens-and-christians-and-freaks-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-4496772653215366020</id><published>2008-12-11T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:44:06.545-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraction'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a bit of fun before i settle down with a paper for the night....&lt;br /&gt;i've seen this a lot lately on some of the great blogs i follow, like &lt;a href="http://probablyedandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://probablyedandme.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://life-of-a-fool.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://life-of-a-fool.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://itthink.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://itthink.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold the ones you've done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started my own blog&lt;/strong&gt;-- well yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt; -- lots of sleep-away camping fiascos as a youngster...well, maybe i enjoyed them then, but i'm not up for nights in nature these days....&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower-- i've only seen one shooting star, ever. could be the terrible eyesight&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than I can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt; 7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis-- i think this might kill me. for some reason i hate green insects more than any other kind. &lt;shudder&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Sung a solo&lt;/strong&gt;-- three times. pie jesu in highschool, a song from  the musical notre dame de paris, and l'amour est un oiseau rebelle for the cultural show i was forced by an eavesdropping spanish teacher to preform at in college. though i love to sing, i think all of these involved me flat on my back, hyperventilating before i had to go onstage, while my poor friends tried to get me to stand. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;-- ma deuxieme maison. i lived there a while and have visited about 8 times&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched lightning at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught myself an art from scratch-- hmmm, not really&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child-- four-legged children probably do not count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;-- too much drink and cheer/ being forced to eat duck and beef at awkward social event after years of vegetarianism... (i really loved the duck...and dream of it now, weird)/i've probably tried to justify it as food poisoning, but oh yeah, maybe once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/strong&gt;-- oh god yes, as an angry tween on a trip with my mother. pure hell&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown my own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/strong&gt;-- yes, and yes, its tinyness shocked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/strong&gt; -- yes, from spain to germany or something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Hitchhiked&lt;/strong&gt;-- yes, and once was also picked up for hitchhikind with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;-- yes, but not often. i do have a friend who misses a lot of school/work and justifies everything as a mental health day.&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping-- never ever, no way, absolutely not, though there were naked girls in fountains /running rampant at my SLAC&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a cruise--&lt;/strong&gt; the "booze cruise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors&lt;/strong&gt;-- i mean, grosso modo...spain, france, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Taught myself a new language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;-- in theory i guess, but the outrageous student loans from undergrad kind of mar the currently earned money&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;-- oh god, once, in Lyon, it was mortifying.&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had my portrait painted -- sketched, and chalked painted.&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person-- why cant i remember this for the life of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/strong&gt; -- yes, the person who made this must really like Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt; --i cannot give them up, it's sick&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial-- i was a block away in September, but did not ditch a conference like many other people to go see it. obedience, obedience, fear, fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Eaten caviar&lt;/strong&gt; -- against my will, on sushi, blech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle -- If i could only drive....&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican-- I cant remember this either...&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had my picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life-- no, but i was saved from choking to death on a cinammon disk when i was 7, that would have been a horrible death&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;-- lots of people in the music world...too many to count, but yo yo ma, itzak perlman, sarah chang, dionne warwick, daniel barenboin...and then my opera loves, angela brown (twice), maureen o'flynn. lots of academic/writerly superstars&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Owned a cell phone--&lt;/strong&gt; of course, and I always manage to break them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee--&lt;/strong&gt; once on the hand&lt;br /&gt;100. Ridden an elephant-- camel! but no elephant =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that i don't have that much to say.. the recent slew of fatal/near-fatal car accidents, human strokes and animal strokes that have been affecting my family have me a bit foggy headed. ah well, at least i can attack the end of the semester writing as a cathartic distraction...i hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-4496772653215366020?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/4496772653215366020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=4496772653215366020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/4496772653215366020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/4496772653215366020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2008/12/bit-of-fun-before-i-settle-down-with.html' title=''/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-1554186140705744945</id><published>2008-12-09T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:49:59.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"meh" has really picked up these last few days.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the end of the semester rush that makes it so hard to express oneself, i'm not sure. maybe it's just general apathy.&lt;br /&gt;only 4 classes left until the end of the finals period!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am getting excited about the mla but freaked out about the amount of work due before the 19th or 21st or whenever things are actually due. i should figure that out....&lt;br /&gt;today i'm just sleepy. blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-1554186140705744945?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/1554186140705744945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=1554186140705744945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/1554186140705744945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/1554186140705744945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2008/12/meh-has-really-picked-up-these-last-few.html' title=''/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609190770145386.post-8124465453465655681</id><published>2008-11-13T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:35:04.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"done is good"</title><content type='html'>I feel like each day I become less and less productive. Or maybe it is just the November slump. I really dislike November, gahh. It is entirely too hot on the west coast; I nearly fainted today from the heat. I crave changing leaves, wind, snow and a stiff drink, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my college we had this thing called "Done is good." Basically "Done is goods" were just little slips of paper, usually elaborately decorated by some poor girl with entirely too much time on her hands, that served as emotive-ish do lists. We'd all fill them out and hang them up in the dorm so that we were able to keep track of all of the work we had until the end of the semester...these lists usually started cropping up around thanksgiving I think. It was always cathartic.... It was great to put your list up, and make fun of/pity the people who had more/less/the same amount of work as you/your friends; we were all so euphoric, carefree and young! Plus, the awesome part was that the RAs would give you candy as you went along, depending on how many tasks you completed. They'd hand out plump bag-fulls when your list was finally done. It was part torture, part pleasure...the angst, suspense and greed for free candy and food. I've tried to implement the same system, but living alone, it's not nearly as fun. One of my college friends and I still do it together (more or less over the phone since she lives on the blessed east coast), and it works decently, but I always cheat and eat the candy before I even make the list. Plus since I buy it myself, there's no real incentive. mehhhh. but since I'm already starting to forget the things I'm supposed to do before the end of the semester, I might as well make one here, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done is good&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. paper 1&lt;br /&gt;2. paper 2&lt;br /&gt;3. paper 3&lt;br /&gt;4. paper 4?&lt;br /&gt;5. think about finishing up incomplete? (hah, think about...what a loophole!)&lt;br /&gt;6. manuscript project&lt;br /&gt;7. final class presentation&lt;br /&gt;8. pedagogy project draft&lt;br /&gt;9. pedagogy project final&lt;br /&gt;10. syllabus for next semester&lt;br /&gt;11. fix up the small articles&lt;br /&gt;12. final latin exam AHHH&lt;br /&gt;13. figure out life/get life coach/run away&lt;br /&gt;14. finally respond to kind of ex-boyfriend to congratulate him on his engagement&lt;br /&gt;15. figure out if I should actually go to engagement party/wedding or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh good god, now I just feel screwed....deep breath, deep breath. It's not so bad, I just need to get started on #13 at least, and stop faffing around on the internetz. Man, I lose hours with the lolcats, tina fey and political business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609190770145386-8124465453465655681?l=chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/feeds/8124465453465655681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7609190770145386&amp;postID=8124465453465655681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/8124465453465655681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609190770145386/posts/default/8124465453465655681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chegadatardedemais.blogspot.com/2008/11/done-is-good.html' title='&quot;done is good&quot;'/><author><name>rosarosae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02422698433275824342</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
