You should watch this movie

A friend of mine mentioned the The Boondock Saints this weekend. I haven't seen the movie in a while but ever since he mentioned it I have been walking around saying, "THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!" in my head.

So for my procrastination pleasure, I went and found a clip of that scene on the you tubes. Please enjoy. And if you have never seen this movie, just know that you will not be disappointed. Willem Dafoe is hilariously awesome.

For real?

Ebsco Host says it is:

Other Journal Title: American Journal of Insanity

I want a subscription!

with articles like these...

"Hippocampus and Amygdala Morphology in Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder"
"A Pilot Study of Amygdala Volumes in Pediatric Generalized Anxiety Disorder"
and
"Single Dissociation Findings of ADHD deficits in Vigilance but not Anterior or Posterior Attention Systems"

You can't really be surprised that I am procrastinating so much. And yes, I did try to pick out the ones that sounded the most stab-your-eyes-out difficult to read. And yes, I realize that this is another example of procrastination.

hangover of sorts

I went and saw Batman this weekend. I thought it was good and the Joker was by far the best part. But, in NO WAY was it the top movie of all time, 156,000 IMDB idiots. I mean seriously, I really enjoyed it but it wasn't even better than Batman Begins so let's calm down shall we? I also realized while watching the movie that I have a small phobia of animated skeleton like figures. I seriously could not even watch the screen when Two-Face was on it cause so creepy.

Anyway, one of the 8 million trailers shown before the movie, was for Blindness, some movie where people start losing their eye sight. Well, I think it must have stuck with my subconscious because I totally had a dream last night where a narrator, similar to Stranger than Fiction, said "Little did she know, Gina was about to go blind." And then I don't remember what else happened, but I totally woke up with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach that I couldn't shake. And that's what you call a dream hangover.

Freshman Tours

They were either freshman or tourists. But either way, they kept coming into my peaceful secluded map room today with tour guides. And one of the tour guides noted that it is "one of the premiere map rooms in the United States." Who knew I was procrastinating in the presence of such a treasured collection. I just like the chairs.

Procrastination Prize

noun: what you get when you are fucking around on Myspace instead of reading dissertation articles like you should be, and you find out that one of your favorite bands from college is coming to town in September, so you buy tickets

Yay Pinback!

WTF I-35

I didn't even mean to take your dumb ass to school. But since I did, what the fuck is the deal being all busy on a Sunday at 4? You suck. I hate you.

Riding the bus is awesome, except when it isn't

I would love to say that I was riding the bus because I am super green and carbon footprint aware and all that. If I lived closer to campus it would definitely be a more typical occurrence. But with no desire to spend two hours getting to campus, the car is basically the only option at this point. Sadly, said car decided to overheat yesterday in 100 degree heat, so I was forced to throw on the heater full blast, open the windows, and hope not to die in a car baking fiasco. I got home looking like I took a shower in my dress. Sexy! I took my car in this morning and they couldn't really find anything wrong with it. They filled the coolant and told me to see how it goes.

I decided to be productive during my break from the car, so I took the bus up to school from the mechanic, which is a super convenient bus ride. I love a lot of things about the bus. I love the air conditioning, the ability to pretend you're in a movie of your life while you listen to music on your ipod as if it is the soundtrack of said movie, and the awesome people watching. Now, sometimes this people watching can backfire, as when you see an older, likely homeless, gentleman pick his nose, look at the booger, contemplate his action, and then eat it. (true story)

Mostly though, it's not so bad. Except. For the smell. Why does getting on the bus automatically equal olfactory bulb rape? It is always like a perfect storm of foul smelling shit, sometimes literally, on the bus. And then I am reduced to mouth breathing. Sitting on the bus on the way to campus, I was first assaulted by a man's hair tonic, which he applied liberally while sitting about five inches from my nose. Dear god it was awful. I don't even know what hair tonic is but that is the best description for the liquidy, medicine smelling shit he put on his head. Shortly thereafter it was a symphony of body odor that basically didn't let up til I got off the bus, practically with chapped lips from all the mouth breathing.

Before I finish, I would also just like to point out that my blog output has increased tremendously in the past month, and yes, it is entirely because I don't want to work on dissertation. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my non-labor.

Oops

File this under things I am doing instead of working on dissertation when I am in the library. . .

I have just spent the last hour making a new ipod playlist with a Sufjan Steven's esque title:

Songs I will soon, or am already in the process of, or have already played out

Next up:

Please don't judge me by this playlist, I have no will when it comes to itunes purchases

Sweet songs that I feel like a goober for putting a playlist, but shut up, I'm a girl

That should hold me til I am supposed to go home.

Neuro Report Drinking Game

I am sitting here thinking about how to make writing this report more fun. I think I have to create a drinking game. Sadly, I can't actually drink and write the report because (1) that would be a really alcoholic-esque thing to do (2) slightly unprofessional? and (3) I would die. Let me demonstrate:

If I were to drink every time any of the following are written in the report

1. "parents report"
2. "parents note"
3. "ADHD"
4. "also administered"
5. "also completed"

I would have already had 8 drinks and I haven't even gotten to the test results section of the report yet, which means number 4 and number 5 haven't even been called up to the bat yet.

Anyway, I think I will just tally these for every report just to see how high the tally can go. I am totally curious. So, I guess it will be a game of sorts.

Oh my god I need to stop procrastinating! And you wonder why I haven't done any work on my dissertation yet!

Boss of the Sauce

So when I was home for Tony's wedding, Chris, my Lauren's boyfriend, was telling us about the "Boss of the Sauce" competition in San Francisco. Apparently, a bunch of chefs competed to see who had the best tomato based sauce. Taking inspiration from the event, he suggested that we should have a Boss of the Sauce competition with our extended family and friends. We all like to think we cook sauce the best, so it's kind of the perfect opportunity for someone to pull down bragging rights for real.

Now, the problem is that most of us have the same recipes which makes it a little difficult to be Boss. I decided that to truly compete and win, I would need to make up my own sauce. I cook a lot but I've never tried to Top Chef a meal. I like directions! But I didn't want to win on a recipe either from our family or from a cookbook. Since everyone else has beef on lock down, and Chris was bragging about some rabbit shiz, I decided on lamb.

I ended up finding ground lamb, and sauteed it with onions, carrots and celery. I added a little red wine and then the tomatoes. But the true inspiration came with the Porcini mushrooms. That's right, little dehydrated pieces of gold.

Verdict?
Super yummy, but not quite Boss enough yet.

What to change?
I'm thinking next time, I will get some pieces of lamb instead. I'll brown them and then essentially stew them in the tomato sauce. Then when it's time for eating, I'll shred them up. I think it will put the sauce over the top.

Boss of the Sauce rating:
Jan/Ryan

(Yes, I realize they are both incompetent - but this sauce was no Michael and not yet a David Wallace)