Brigitte's Diary

Anybody alive out there?

2007-01-19T07:00:31Z

Haven't been here for awhile. Thinking of coming back (blogging on MySpace is wrong anyways). Is anybody still on here? Leave a comment and prove your existence.

Fat girl's gonna get drunk

2006-02-23T18:23:12Z

I'm thinking about the last time I got piss drunk. It was a few weeks ago. I was at the beach with a bunch of crazies at 3am and I drank liquor (sp?) on an empty stomach. I don't remember much from that night but I know that I tried to make the sand my bed and I heard that I got ankle-deep in water when I decided I didn't want to get deep enough to wet my shoes. The end result? I got to see the sunrise albeit a hazy morning and a hazy Brigitte. If I was sober I would have been able to appreciate it a bit more. I remember in high school I would speed to the beach before school to catch the sunrise. Now it seems like I only go to the beach a couple of times a year. Anyhow, I had a hangover for two days and that really sucked. Thought I needed to post this since it was a pretty neat memory that may be forgotten in a few years.

Tonight I'm going to Paradise with my grad-school girlfriends. I'm going to be a singing drunk tonight. KARAOKE!

non-typical monday

2006-02-21T06:16:37Z

Today, my sister-in-law posted this in her blog, entitled "Brigitte's going to be a great mom":

"Im here at Brigittes house watching tv with mack and calvin, brigittes in the kitchen baking cookies and serving us cheese and crackers. Shes always so good about accomodating us when we come over, its so great, shes always like "can i get you this, can i get you that" shes awesome. She may not realize it, but she has that natural i guess you could say...instinct to care for people."

I thought it was pretty awesome but shit! How can I not accomodate my guests when they are saying "Get me cheese. Get me crackers. Make me cookies." I kind of don't have a damn choice do I, broad?!

Anyhow, yesterday I did majority of my homework, worked out, and read half of Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. Today I finished the rest of this week's homework. I'm ahead. YAY! I need to read so much for the comps I have in a year so I need to start reading. I have to read 47 books/articles to prepare for the comps and the grad students in their second year are saying "get started now! seriously...".

This weekend Cal went to Comanche. Sunday he was snowed in and he had to stay an extra day. That extra day he stayed in Comanche was probably what got me to finish all my homework. Note to self.

brirod32 @ 2006-02-18T00:49:00

2006-02-18T06:50:34Z

Grilled cheese. Those very words should make you reminisce your childhood as you remember the days you watched impatiently as you listened to the delicate sizzles on the stove as your mom made you a grilled cheese sandwich. You couldn't wait for the creamy goo to hit your lips, the melted cheese clinging to your finger tips as you struggled to hold the whole sandwich in your hands. Grilled cheese sandwiches got you through the years, the hot summers, the restaurants that almost forgot that you were eating there too. Unfortunately, I am making all of this up. I have none of those memories. I don't think I had my first grilled cheese sandwich until I was out of high school. I could be wrong, but I honestly don't remember. I remember the first grilled cheese sandwich I had, thanks to my sister-in-law. I realized how great they were then. It was not until this week that I decided I should begin to make my own. I made one yesterday and made a mess of it. The bread was already beginning to burn and the cheese had not even gotten warm yet! Today was better. The cheese was completely melted, I had heated some sliced ham to place in between the slices, the bread was perfectly toasted. I had my Baked Cheetos, my lemonade flavored Crystal Light and my grilled cheese sandwich and I ate them. The End.

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Today Cal's brother came into town. He just got back from Iraq. Cal is out w/him right now at Paradise. They were going to go into Comanche today but they decided to chill for now.

Well, I dyed my hair today...some dark brown/reddish color. I need to wash it out a couple more times but it's looking pretty good.

Nadia made me some spaghetti and it was awesome.

I'm really sleepy tonight. I wouldn't be so sleepy if I had not woken up half a dozen times last night to the phone ringing. It was Cal's brother. He was at the airport and continually called to update things on the status of flights, etc...I don't know. After awhile, I kicked Calvin out of bed and wouldn't let him get back in. He had to sleep on the couch. Then Cal's 4AM alarm went off. That wasn't cool at all. Yeah, like I said: I'm tired.

Dreams, today and yesterday

2006-02-16T15:43:53Z

I haven't updated in ages so I am going to try to make this entry nothing but dreams I've had in the past month. That's all I've been posting at my other page anyways.

Feb 17--today

I had a dream last night that I was going to have ear surgery. Just outpatient stuff as they put a tube in. This tube had a hair in it and I did not want it in my ear without telling them to remove the hair. Then two nurses came in and tried to gas me but I was so resistant that only half of my face went to sleep. The other half kept talking and telling them I was awake. I would hate to be awake during surgery. I've heard of that happening before. I remember how hard it was to keep awake. Then the doctor came in, realized I was still awake and gave me a shot in my left shoulder to make me sleep. I even remember the warm pinch as it went into my skin. I remember how scared I was and that I didn't care about the hair anymore. I just wanted to be completely out.

Feb 16

I always have dreams about the Apocalypse. I really don't know why. Had another one last night. It was kind of Nazi-esque, though. Lots of my friends died, there was water everywhere, and every time we travelled we had to find a new place to hide for the night. Not as fun as my last end-of-the-world dream--you remember, the one where I dated Jake Gyllenhaal. I really didn't like this dream at all...well, I usually don't like those kinds of dreams, regardless of the soothing effects of the Jake. I wonder why I have them.

Woke up around 4am and couldn't get much sleep afterwards. Then, I had to combat Stinky for bedspace and, at one point, I threw him off the bed and his hind-claws scratched about a (edit: I measured it and it is almost a 9) inch scratch down my right upper arm. Now I look like Uncle Scar...on my arm...only my scar beats his in menacing-factor.

Feb 14

Last night I had a dream. I don't know where I was but John Lennon was there. As he talked to me he agreed that he will play again with the Beatles. Then I went out and found George, Ringo, and Paul, took them to where John and I were chilling and they began to play a show. It was friggin awesome and, even though it was a dream, I am really happy that I got to talk to John. Hell! People had been talking about the Beatles getting back together for years. I got to be involved in their reunion...doesn't matter that I was the only who saw it.

Feb 9

I live in my office. My living room and dining room are unusable. Too much construction, dust, paint, disorganized furniture, etc. clumped in the middle of the room like a sahdy dune you just can't get over. Dinner is eaten in my office, at my desk or on my stove in the kitchen. Last night I actually ate dinner in my bed. I am doomed to remain in my office. I work for hours on end and don't see a paycheck for it. I just keep working and working not really knowing what it's going to get me but it is costing so much: money, time, family, friends, myself. It's times like these when I wonder why I just don't drop everything, get a 40 hr/wk job and make the same money I would make seeking this degree I am getting. I thought taking only 6 hours in school would make things easier (and no, 6 hours in graduate work is NOTHING like 6 hours as an undergrad). All I do is read. All I do is think...and it's not necessarily things I even want to think about. It's all about pedagogy and rhetoric, composition and theory. It has it's good points but I cannot wait till I can get into some American Lit. classes in the Summer and in the Fall.

I hate that I have to banish myself from things I love in order to get some work done. Grad school is like a relinquishing of the self. Talley warned me of this and I was resistant last semester, but without even thinking about it I fully immersed myself this time around. I'm reading ALL the readings, I'm doing ALL the work, I'm not cutting any corners. I've gone all in and it's too much. I can handle it, but I guess I'll go and pick out a tombstone to bury my pasttime.

February 8

I had a bad dream last night. It was one of those end-of-the-world-by-flooding-and-social-mayhem dreams. It also really sucked because I was separated from my folks. The group I was in, though, was complete with Jake Gyllenhall who turned out to be my boyfriend. I did not so much mind the end of the world then. I had Jake. Who could ask for anything more?

On another note, it seems as though I have been doing homework all week and it's still not done. This really sucks. On top of that, I have this really time-consuming task right now concerning work...and I mean time consuming. It's like finding a needle in a haystack in one hundred different bales of hay.

I think the guys are almost done fixing my walls in the living room. It has taken about a week but dang, I don't like my living room looking like a tornado hit it. I'm changed. I'm clean now. I don't need that. Messiness leads to stress. Stress leads to anger. Anger leads to destruction. Destruction leads to the Dark Side. Yes. Well, the crew is just getting here to paint the walls. I'm going to take a shower. It's friggin freezing in my place. Then I'll have some cereal...or maybe I'll have cereal, then a shower.

brirod32 @ 2006-02-01T20:51:00

2006-02-02T02:45:19Z

I am in class. Haven't updated in awhile but since everybody's looking at my livejournal now...here it is.

It's My BIRTHDAY!

2005-11-01T14:08:49Z

So today I turn 23. We had an awesome party this past weekend (as you may tell from the pictures of the previous post). I got so many great things, but I'm showing off a couple of pictures of what my boyfriend got me. He got me a beautiful pink sapphire and diamond ring from Kay Jewelers and a pearl necklace from Tiffany's.

Now I will commence being 23.

Halloween Party!

2005-10-31T17:24:30Z

Tiffany's can just go poop itself for all I care.

2005-10-08T20:10:20Z

I'm just here at my house. My whole family is in San Antonio to celebrate my cousin's wedding shower. I couldn't go because I'm too busy with homework. I took Pumpkin to get her shots. She squirmed a bit but was well-behaved for the most part. She's too cute for words. Calvin is at the new HEB trying to get it ready for its opening next week. HEB is hosting an Ice Cream Social tonight for HEB employees and their families so I'll be going and getting a glimpse of this new store and having some sweets. Well, I don't have much to say right now. My parents went to Tiffany's to exchange my bangle and get the cuff bracelet but my mom, whose wrists are smaller than mine, could barely even get the cuff bracelet on. That's insane because her wrists have always been insanely narrow. She could not even get the bangle on that I was returning (and the bangle is a size large). It's so odd! Tiffany's is cool but they friggin suck sometimes. So anyhow, the bracelet is just going to be returned and the cash credited back to Calvin's account. Poo. My mom did get the ring I wanted though so that's all cool. Yay! I don't know what Cal could possibly get me now. He'll figure something out.

Alright, I guess I can go on and do some research on Jane Austen.

The entry that was a result of a boredom

2005-10-07T16:45:26Z

I really have not updated in ages. I've been really busy with school and work. I got to school at 9AM to survey a class. Then, I had to interview a professor who decided to forget we were meeting. I found myself standing alone in front of his empty and closed office. Oh well. I've just been on campus peddling around between surveys. I love that the weather is cool. Lots of the freshmen in the classes I'm surveying are saying "It's too cold. Nobody's coming to class today, it's too cold." I was so happy to see Corpus get an honest-to-goodness coldfront. It sure is nice. Yessirree.

My family is going up to San Antonio today for my cousin's wedding shower. I was supposed to go but alas, the life of a grad student is never easy. I'm staying behind. Yes yes, I know. It's terrible.

Calvin ordered me a gorgeous bangle bracelet from Tiffany's but it doesn't fit around my stupid wide right hand. It fits around the lefty but that's my watch hand. We're having my parents return it to the new Tiffany's in San Antonio to exchange it for the cuff bracelet. Just too bad. If this one doesn't work, I'll just have to see what else I can exchange it for. I'll have to forget the bracelet idea altogether.

Pumpkin is a terror. She loves to pounce and run and jump around. She's crazy, I tell you.

Screaming to get out

2005-09-26T19:31:20Z

My mind feels numb. I can't say I like it. This is all because I'm reassessing what I think I should do with my life. It's not easy doing this when you have homework. Especially when you have to write a bibliographic essay on God-knows-what. Especially when you're trying to read essays by Foucault and Jacques Derrida on poststructuralism and why authorship does not really exist. Especially when you have to schedule an appointment with Festfog for their quarterly service but you can't because you have to conduct some dozen surveys in freshman classes on dates yet-to-be-determined. Nope. This is not easy when all I want to do is hit the gym everyday for the rest of my life but can't because I'm busy. Ready for a job. Ready to quit grad school. I don't want to be a professor anyways. I've thought about it. Now all I have to do is convince myself that I should stay in class until the end of semester and somehow maintain the desire to go and put in an effort when I have no desire to graduate or do anything with the knowledge I'm acquiring. That's the hard part.

Thank you J.K. Rowling for being such a smart cookie.

2005-09-25T16:52:45Z

After days of procrastination and continual dead-ends, my Harry Potter structuralist paper is well on it's way. I'm so happy. I've decided to take a structuralist approach on Harry Potter, depicting it as an epic (because I believe it is.) Epics have certain defining characteristics and rules. Surprisingly enough, Harry Potter's chronicles follow a majority of these rules. So, anyhow, in order to not make this paper too long, I've decided to focus on a single epic trait: "in media res". This involves beginning the story "in the middle," and filling in the blanks with flashbacks, etc. So, what I'm doing is showing that Harry Potter did begin in the middle and I'm showing the flashbacks used to complete the story, as well as dialogues, monologues, and time changes that all help to achieve that.

So, yes. I'm happy with that. It's very interesting stuff and Lord knows I need to be interested to keep writing. Perhaps I'll come up with an entire book that has Harry Potter analyzed from all epic perspectives. That would be pretty awesome.

More on zombies...reiteration is beautiful.

2005-09-20T03:33:25Z

I had a nightmare last night about zombies. It was so Romeroesque, it scared me. I hate zombie dreams. They're the worst. Today, Cal and I were at Academy and we were looking at guns and Cal points to this one mumbo jumbo of a gun and tells me my brother wants one. My brother is big on zombies. He has recurrent dreams of battling them to the end. Anyhow, Cal asked for justification of such a big gun and I simply said "zombies." When Cal asked again, not really comprehending, I added "Mack is afraid one day zombies will come and he needs to be ready. Better safe than sorry." Personally, I relate. If I ever saw a zombie, if I didn't die from sheer fright, I'd do something crazy to preserve my life. I will never get over zombies. Those are the single-most scariest things in the world.

Homework, I hate you. You stink.

2005-09-19T04:22:43Z

I am so anti-homework right now.

I had a nightmare about zombies. It was so reminiscent of Dawn of the Dead. It really sucked. Zombie dreams are the worst.

Heard a new phrase to refer to masturbation, compliments of American Dad: playing a solo on Satan's flute.

Don't like structuralism theory. It makes no sense. It doesn't even matter. None of this matters.

Now that's a lot of pumpkins...

2005-09-16T23:23:19Z

May I present to you Princess Pumpkin Puss:

Richard Simmons, I hope you're listening.

2005-09-16T14:40:15Z

My abs are sore. I didn't go to the gym yesterday (I had gone the two previous days) but I did do about 175 various forms of crunches and other types of ab exercises. Yes, the soreness. The soreness. I've also shed about 5 lbs since I began a month or so ago and I have lost an inch around the bum/thigh area. That's always fun. Cal thinks he has finally made the commitment to work out and lose weight with me. It's a school assignment, of all things. He thinks I'm going to wait for him to get out of work (often after 6PM) to work out. I've voiced my anger at having to do this, on the grounds that when I did wait for him in the past, he suddenly did not feel like exercising. He swears he's dedicated this time and that won't happen but I told him that after it does happen, I'm jumping ship and going when I want. I work-out alone all the time. He's a big boy. I'm sure he can manage. I try to be a supportive girlfriend but I really can't afford to play along with him when my weightloss is really important to me. I can't afford to get lazy. I'm still going to give him a try. I mean, I really support that he wants to do this and I sincerely hope that he does honestly begin to add exercise to his schedule, but I don't want to fool myself at the same time. Every time I go there, I can stay more than an hour. When he goes (like he did two days go) he just wants to get on the elliptical trainer and, after that, when I'm ready to move on to the next set of machines, he's ready to call it a day. That's another reason I'm hesitant of working out with him. When he does work out, he's an undedicated wimp about it. He can't push himself the extra mile, and this, coming from a guy who swears daily that, in high school, one of his main hobbies was pumping iron. Something I don't fully believe seeing the waifish state he was in when I met him a year after he graduated high school. All I can say is "we'll see."

Smart girl messes up.

2005-09-14T16:21:21Z

I'm a freak. This morning I woke up and saw that the clock said 10AM. I thought, "this is alright. My meeting with Dr. Davis isn't until 10:30 and this clock is ahead." Several minutes later when I do get out of bed, I'm doing the same ol' routine...then my eyes seem to connect with the clock above the television: 10:20. "Holy shit! I'm going to be late!" Luckily, I had already brushed my teeth and washed my face. No time for a shower. I threw on some clothes and ran out the door. I don't know what I was thinking. I called Dr. Davis on my way to school and told her about my brain damage. She was cool. She was grading papers. I got to school maybe 5 minutes late. Even when I'm late, I'm almost punctual. It was 10:29 when I got to the parking lot. My next meeting isn't until noon but I don't think I should leave school. See, I forgot my laptop which may be necessary in this next meeting. I'm really pissed that I forgot it. Especially since this meeting is about a website I'm trying to redesign. Oh well. Got a lot of good accomplished in my meeting with Davis. I came to the library to try to find the book that belongs to the article I'm reviewing on Thursday. Can't find it. Nowhere in the catalog. Oh well. Maybe I can find a synopsis of it somewhere online so I can get a gyst of what the whole book is basically about. That's the best I can do. Dr. Davis gave me an extension on my article analysis because I had been reading the wrong article and had been arranging a presentation for that article. That gives me the next two days to work on a presentation I have to present tomorrow at 5:30. Not too awesome, but my article is just a couple of pages long. That's a godsend if I've ever seen one. And better yet, it's understandable. I swear the past couple of articles have not been written in English. Thank you God. I swear, grad school is making me religious.

Miracle Diet

2005-09-11T04:25:43Z

I worked out yesterday. I actually worked out and did homework simultaneously. Aren't I special? Then I had a hot dog and onion rings. Diet food. Yum.

Ding Dong the Witch is Dead!

2005-09-08T15:22:43Z

My boyfriend went out of town yesterday and he's not going to come back until tomorrow. He's in San Antonio training for the opening of the new HEB. I got the whole bed to myself and it was nice. It was interesting to see that all three kitties readily hopped into bed with me when I crawled in. I was like "whoah. It's one happy family." The absence of a 6-foot wildebeast does alot to make room for three more on the bed.

Finally met with my last assistantship director. Don't know if I already posted about this, but I've been reclassified as a "research assistant." What's the difference, you ask? Well, instead of getting paid every two weeks, it's once a friggin month. Thanks...for nothing.

I love Gilmore Girls. I've stopped watching Dawson's Creek in the morning and have begun watching the girls of Gilmore.

It's raining and I like it.

I was just thinking about this: the song, "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead" from Wizard of Oz would be really unacceptable and deemed "immoral" by today's society. Makes me think that the people of last century really knew how to live.

It's raining, It's pouring

2005-09-06T16:23:55Z

I don't want to write my Research Investigation today. I just don't want to. Grrr. I got a lot done this past weekend in terms of homework but I'm still not done. I also have not worked half as much as I've wanted to. I need to work more. I need to do my homework. Once I do that I will be able to work.

Okay. I'm inspired.

Homework already? What the #^@$?!

2005-09-04T19:53:54Z

Homework. It means an entirely different thing in grad school than it does in any other educational setting. Homework in this sense is life or death. If homework is not done, then there is no possible way to even go on to the next week. It's that important. This is also why I have shut myself in my home today. Friday I did not get anything done. In fact, all I did was run around town and have a good time. Saturday was almost the same, but I did dedicate a good 5-7 hours at the end of the day to reading some crazy material about diction and dialect. Now, I continued in more linguistic readings and am getting started in learning about New Criticism. Thankfully, nothing is due until Tuesday, but I still have quite a ways to go if I'm going to get everything done. I still have to create an annotated bibliography and write a 5-pager on my research experience. Not too difficult but it's still lame. Also have to respond to some 100 or so pages of information I crammed in my noggin regarding sociolinguistics. Also need to make a response on all the readings I'm doing on New Criticism. Then maybe I'll be done with my homework for the first half of the week. This hardly gives me time to work on my assistantship but there will be time later for that. I did manage to get some stuff done in Cardenas' office where, for two hours, I watched as she picked at her keyboard and make obvious mistakes that I knew would have to be corrected before it could possibly be sent off to the publishers and the universities. I kind of chuckled when, a day later, she realized the errors and sent me an e-mail to "stop the presses" which I had not even started since I knew the document was not in its finished form.

They've been showing Forrest Gump on TV and for that I am grateful. It's probably the greatest movie of our time. I also have Legends of the Fall on the TV right now. I can listen to it from here.

Calvin and I purchased a living room set yesterday complete with leather reclining couch, loveseat, recliner, coffee table, and end tables. I wonder how they will look when they come in.

All for now.

Note: Appalachian English is an incredibly interesting dialect to study. I now know that that is the dialect used by the Beverley Hillbillies. Fun.

The Girls Next Door

2005-09-01T14:11:18Z

I had a dream last night I was friends with Hugh Hefner and his girlfriends (ya know, the ones from the show). My best friend was the crazy jockie girl. I remember we were partying and Heff had bought four Harley's. It was so cool cuz I got to call him Heff like I knew him.

fluffy pumpkins

2005-08-31T14:15:33Z

It's about time I updated.

This past weekend, I adopted a new kitten: a 6 week old orange medium-hair tabby female I named Pumpkin. She's adorable and, like most children, she's going through her Spiderman phase right now. She thinks she can climb up walls. After a bit of a cold reception, Stinky and Pacey have warmed to Pumpkin's presence and now play, bathe, and nap with her. I was thinking of naming her Crookshanks but I love pumpkins and Autumn so much I had to name her after the very gourd she looks like. Who knows? She may even turn out to be as round as a gourd too.

I've officially begun school. I'm starting to realize that 9 hours of graduate work really is alot of work. Most people I know are actually only taking 6 course hours. I'm still questioning whether I am in over my head. I have to find 25 good sources on shiznit by tomorrow. I'm spending the day at the library.

I have the sniffles and my throat and ears don't feel exactly healthy.

Simon Says...

2005-08-25T03:45:48Z

My cousin is going to try out for American Idol.

Knott's Berry Farm Yo!

2005-08-24T23:42:34Z

My dad bought me 6 jars of Knott's Berry Farm Jelly! Thank goodness for GOOD strawberry jelly. He had to go to SA to get it, but at least it's not like last time. I went to Knott's Berry Farm in California last time I had my jelly.