It's a Jane!

BOOKS! WOOT!

Fri, 02 May 2008 22:19:34 GMT

Chris posted this meme (which she too found elsewhere...):These are the 106 top "unread"-tagged books on LibraryThing. Bold what you've read, italicize what you started and didn't finish, star what you read and would recommend.

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran : a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian : a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible : a novel
1984
Angels & Demons
The Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake : a novel
Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics : a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance : an inquiry into values
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers

Please assume that if I have read it that I liked it and recommend it. Mainly because either I did or I want you all to suffer as I have. Mwahahah!
Gimme a few years and they will all be bold, because I am a crazy person. Also Chris posted her percent read, but I am too stupid (or lazy) to figure it out. Maybe if she loves me she could do it for me?

Stolen from C but not part of the K&C super woman :(

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 02:27:35 GMT

My pirate name is:

Dirty Anne Bonney

You're the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean -- not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
part of the fidius.org network

Narrowly avoiding death

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 17:40:43 GMT

Note to Self, do not watch the daily show while eating.

HAPPY HAPPY

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 13:14:29 GMT

Happy B-day to expoeticsoul. Love you so. :)

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 17:14:36 GMT

I am sitting here, avoiding my tedious data entry job. Who doesn't love making a client database? Woot Excel for all. I haven'tposted a big update entry inawhile. So here are the basics
+I have a job...(let me qualify that to say that I am doing AmeriCorps, so it isn't really a job so much as it is a professional volunteer position.)
-Job (such as it is) does not start until August 28th.
-(x2)My lack of money has forced me to work part time for my mother at her law office. This is painful.
+Money!
-Not a lot of money
+Harry Potter comes out tomorrow.
+Everyone is out to lunch so I can update and avoid the above mentioned data entry job

In other news.My father was not injured on Wednesday He works right by the frozen zone and was actually on 41st at a bar when it happened. He's fine. He called right when it happened and was like screaming at me to turn on the t.v. and there was nothing on. This went on for like 10 minutes of me waiting for them to break in. It was creepy. But he's fine. He even got home at a decent hour. Grand Central stayed open and all the trains ran. It's troubling though that what they (the mega news corporations and the government) are saying to calm people is that it was just a major failure of infrastructure. So it wasn't terrorism, it stopped working on its own. I really can't figure out which one freaks me out more.

So well that is all I've really got to say.

I Like Him okay? He remembers my name.

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 02:35:26 GMT

feh. Stupid Boys.
Just had to put that out there.
Carry On.

Jane Is Not Dead

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 19:29:06 GMT

+Interview @ MossAppeal
+Got part time consultant position @ MossAppeal
+Interview @ TNS
+Interview @ Riverside Bank
+Interview @ New York Life
-Didn't get job @ New York Life
1/2+Current Boy Situation
+Thinner (or close too it) than my cousin Michelle
-cousin Michelle had job (Jane doesn't)
-Seriously depleted funds
-Got blisters in NYC
-Got some unidentified liquid on good dress pants in NYC
=Booked solid by familial obligations for two straight
-no date to wedding
-formal wear
+watching my adult cousins get HAMMERED
-getting asked to be a designated drive 12,000 times
+cute babies
+free food
Plus=6 and 1/2 Minus=5
Score!

I can't think of a clever title because I'm tired.

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 18:33:50 GMT

So on Friday my father had what my mother believes was a panic attack. [He' fine] This morning my mother tripped and fell down the stairs. [She's fine] We spend most of this morning the ER.
They are way to young for me to be their caretaker.
Anyway. I now need to shower and get dressed. [I was awaken out a sound sleep by my mother's fall]
I also need to go see my Aunt, because I am house sitting for my other Aunt and need to know what it is I have to do to take care of the cat and ect...
I'm still really dehydrated and exhausted.
I think that I may go take a nap...

In other news my parents tivo'd all of the 'The Riches' for me because they thought that I would like it. [They were very very right. It's awesome. Watch it.]

UPDATE

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 03:31:57 GMT

Back in NY.
My parents are redoing their bedroom, they are actually making their room into a master suite and taking over my room. Which is fine because I going to move into 'the office'. But I can't do that yet because they are going to do stuff to it, [there is a GIANT window that faces the driveway which they are going to take out so that I can have some privacy.] They haven't started it yet so there is a half finished room where I am currently sleeping in and a room that I am going to be moving into...which I can't yet. It's a little stressful.
Okay. I'm going to eat. Night.

An Update

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 08:44:03 GMT

- Saw "Reign Over Me" (with weahawk) recommend it highly
- Mother comes today, freaked
- Flight is on Saturday, freaked
- Wearing two pairs of socks and feet are still freezing, might be time to see a doctor
- My desire to never see a Passion of the Christ was reaffirmed
- Had my last shift at the computer center
- Already facing familial responsibility, I have a house sitting job which technically starts before I get back!
- Started looking at grad school stuff, can only do it in short bursts before I have to breath into a paper bag
- Unable to sleep

Mother, Moving, Movies, Mayhem

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 00:16:43 GMT

In the grand tradition of my brain I am having anxiety dreams.
My mother is coming on Wednesday.
We had a conversation today that made me want to rip out all my hair.
She also sent me a package of Hershey's kisses with peanut butter in them.
Sigh.
I saw Premonition yesterday.
It made both me and my friend Niki feel emotionally violated.
I expected it to be bad as in banal, not bad as in manipulative.
Argh.
I'm going to go stare off into space now.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 21:04:16 GMT

This is where I am from

If you ever had any doubt as to my ghetto roots I present the evidence.

I can't do this I have my pride, okay I don't have a lot of my pride but enough that I can't do this

Mon, 19 Mar 2007 08:13:40 GMT

Updates: I was right. A was jealous, she told me, I'm doing my 'I was right' dance right now.
My 'I was right' dance is cut short by the fact that my hormones are only attracted to smart-ass [apparently smart-ass has a hyphen] stoners who are always loaded and barely maintain a conversation. :sigh: I have such crappy taste in men.
Also by the fact that my mother was right, that I would get embroiled in something with a guy right before I leave. Timing is never going to be my strong suit. Going to bed now.

I took a quiz!

Wed, 14 Mar 2007 21:09:28 GMT

Your Personality is the Rarest (INFJ)

Your personality type is introspective, principled, self critical, and sensitive.

Only about 2% of all people have your personality - including 3% of all women and around 1% of all men.
You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

Fear and Anxiety in Olympia

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 21:43:18 GMT

Paper: Final Copy due tomorrow.
'Nuff said.

A [blank] by any other name

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 09:23:47 GMT

I have never been one for nicknames, or at least I haven't really had many applied to me. thalialunacy has been mildly successful in naming me Lou, I will recognize it as a nickname and respond to it, but she is the only one who ever uses it, so I'd not sure if I really counts. Occasionally I get 'Miss Jane', often by teachers, which I rather like. My sixth grade teacher used to call me Baby Jane (as in "Whatever happened to?") a reference I didn't understand and a movie I still haven't seen. Unfortunately I used this a my first screen name which resulted in many pervy guys with Daddy fetishes hitting on me and scaring me away from the internets for a couple of years. But for the most part I have remained just Jane.
When my mother was in the hospital waiting to have me, she never went in to labor I was about 10 days late, (thus creating my perpetual fear of lateness) the doctor asked my parents if they had names picked out. If I was a boy, they had absolutely no freaking clue what they were going to call me, if I was a girl however they had settled with quiet a bit of certainty on Jane. When I was born, the doctor instead of announcing my gender proclaimed: "It's a Jane" and I have been ever since.

You're talking to me during the Jackal? Don't talk to me during the Jackal.

Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:26:40 GMT

Taking a break from reading this book called Finding Darwin's God which is tedious. Mainly because science isn't super interesting to me and I have no problem reconciling my belief in god (little 'g') and the theory of evolution, which is the topic of the book, and the markup assignment we have is about how is it written. We are supposed to be looking at the ethnocentric prose, which is really easy cause he does go on about himself. Anyhoo.
Jay (my landlord) is showing my apartment. Today this very cute boy came to look. Made me sad I'm moving out of the building. Okay. That is all. Carry on internets people.

Heh

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 23:41:07 GMT

So I am cleaning out everything I own (with the intention of putting off revising 'big paper') and I ran across this instant message conversation I had with my pal Nicole in 2004. I am posting it here for your viewing pleasure. Be warn it is very strange. Jane: sleepy now
Jane: want to kill all those in computer center
Nicole: how will you kill them?
Jane: shove their faces into the monitors
Jane: crack the skulls and electrocute at the same time
Jane: effective
Nicole: hmmmm
Nicole: then you can go to sleep in jail
Jane: yeah
Jane: it'll be nice
Jane: nice cot
Nicole: and bertha
Jane: this guy has his sweater around his shoulders
Nicole: hmmmmmm
Nicole: kill him first
Jane: like hes in the freaking yacht club
Nicole: then kill the entire yacht club next
Jane: id have leave the computer center and FIND a yacht club for that
Jane: it would make me more tired
Jane: so no
Nicole: no no.. the yacht club will KNOW that their leader is dead.. they will come to you.
Jane: oh okay then as long as i dont have to move
Nicole: nope not at all
Nicole: as long as you kill their leader
Jane: okay
Jane: i will then
Jane: and everyone else
Nicole: choke them with their own sweaters
Jane: fun!!
Nicole: THEN
Jane: there is more yippie
Nicole: send their blood stained sweaters home to their mothers.. since, you know, you're going to be choking them so hard that their heads are going to get severed
Jane: see its those special touches that make you the master
Nicole: i know.
Jane: and so modest
Nicole: oooh, and also.... send home the pictures we'll find in the yachts of them molesting little boys
Jane: wrapped up in the bloodstained cardigans
Nicole: hehehe lets make a movie... the child molesting yacht club massacre
Jane: yippie!
Jane: a mockumentary
Nicole: yay!
Jane: we can cast everyone we know and they'll look REALLY awkward in preppy clothes
Jane: and we can wear tennis skirts and look hot
Jane: we dont have to be in the movie
Jane: just look hot
Nicole: yay!! we'll bludgeon them with tennis rackets
Nicole: and sweaters
Jane: we can paint tennis racket marks all over their faces
Jane: or just beat them to death for real artistic integrity
Nicole: or have them sliced up in little cubes from the tennis racket
Jane: yeah
Jane: little tiny cubes
Jane: oh and serve them at the yacht club
Jane: on sticks
Jane: like cheese
Nicole: well, we can kill off half the yacht club
Nicole: then serve them at the next yacht club meeting
Nicole: so it's like they cannibalize each other
Nicole: like you said
Jane: then kill them
Nicole: and THEN we can strangle them with sweaters
Jane: yes yes yes perfect!
Jane: and dump their bodies
Jane: and steal their yachts
Jane: and use our stolen yacht to infiltrate MORE yacht clubs
Jane: and kill more people
Jane: mwhahaha
Nicole: oh my god.. .this is getting interesting :-)
Jane: brb
Nicole: ok
Jane: back
Nicole: front
Jane: dirty hippie cant burn cd
Jane: dirty hippie sad
Jane: dirty hippie tired
Jane: dirty hippie gonna get his ass kicked
Nicole: dirty hippie?
Nicole: hmm, how do you suppose we kill him then?
Jane: spike their pot
Nicole: hehehe
Nicole: with what?
Jane: i dont know arsenic
Nicole: or!!!!
Nicole: we can kidnap them...
Nicole: poison them with arsenic
Jane: and
Nicole: grind them up and use them to fertilize their friend’s weed soil
Nicole: so when they smoke their pot, they will be poisoned by their friends ground up corpses
Jane: wow
Jane: that is intricate

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 22:33:14 GMT

I have never lived alone. Until as of a half hour ago. It's strange. Mainly because my room where I spend most of my time is the same. I'm sure the weirdness will kick in, probably late at night but I should enjoy it while I can, 24 days and my mother appears to help me pack up and then in 27 days I am no longer an Olympian.
But I cannot dwell on the future, because in the present I have a ton of work to do, and an empty apartment to clean and straighten up. So I will go do so.

Paper Update Nine Million

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 05:44:17 GMT

Sitting in the Con's office. Determined to finish paper, even if it kills me, which it proably won't because well seriously that's kinda dumb. In an hour or so I am gonna be trapped on campus till 6am. Which I'm counting as a good because I need to get this done by four tomorrow and I have learned from painful experience that I am totally lame and pathetic and unable to do anything productive in my own apartement.
Also BIG thanks to frozenexistence and refraction for furnishing me with food which allows me to camp out here in an effort to make my education worth something.

WTF

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 22:01:22 GMT

It's fucking snowing! Stop it! NOW.
[Very pretty though]

The State of the Paper (and other stuff too)

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 02:22:44 GMT

Okay so sent off is my paper (such as it is), and my deeply apologetic and shamefaced "author's note". Note to self, there is a reason why you aren't supposed to do homework while on shift! Of course just to add more stress into my day my boss, ie the actual head honcho himself (John) came in and talked my ear off. And of course people want things I can't give them, like a picture of a keyboard so they can make a document pointing to a symbol on the keyboard? What the fuck? That doesn't even make sense to me, the keys are representations of the thing they do when you press them down, so I would suggest if you want that symbol...press that button? Also seriously she is talking about uploading to a wiki so I have no idea what she is talking about but if there are fancy symbols involved she is making it WAY to complicated.
Spoke to parents, father wants to read big paper once I finish it, told him it would be boring, he claimed no of course not...talked to him for five minutes...could actually HEAR his boredom. Whatev. Mother ended relativly non-stressful conversation by telling me to[pack up non-essential shit early and ship it off leaving only stuff I need]which is exactly what I told her I was gonna do like months ago and she was all like "no no don't obsess about packing yet!Just wait till school ends" [less than a week before I need to be out] and now she is all "don't wait till the last minute" And I wasn't even annoyed. Seriously, just said, you're right mom, I'll do just that. I just don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Grr Argh!

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 22:12:06 GMT

Must kill. Seriously must kill. Stupid fucking paper is still not done. I am of course stuck at work, this job which usually required the mental energy of a beet is of course busy today, since I decided not a beg someone to take my shift so I could actually write my fucking paper. I finally got the stones to email my professor about the throwing up and the lameness that is me and of course, like a moron gave myself a deadline which I put in the email. And seriously I can't blow off my own made up self imposted deadline because that would redefine lame. So I have four hours so make something of the insane amount of information I have, and the messy jumbled mess I have in my brain. And just to keep things interesting my shift partner is sick as a dog,an hour late and pretty much useless, but of course won't go home. [Various people who are people who work with me please ignore the ranting about this job and the fact that I at the moment breaking like nineteen rules]

Fri, 23 Feb 2007 22:00:05 GMT

I threw up. I hate throwing up. I should just go back to bed. Because I'm at the point where I am pukeing up bile. (Which burns like a mutherfucker)To go back to sleep though I have to call around and find someone to pick up my shift, I have to go to the little Korean grocery store and get gigerale and diet 7up. I should also probably email my professor and tell her that vomit=big paper not being done by deadline. I don't think it's gonna be a big, because it is just due to our 'group' for peer review, the professors want a version for them next week, so that we have time to get the paper up to fighting weight by the end of week 10. Sigh. Sounds like a plan...not a good one but a do-able one.

To read makes our speaking english good.

Fri, 23 Feb 2007 04:17:25 GMT

Argh! Okay I have all my sources, all the quotes that I am going to use, an outline(ish), and about a day left. Sigh. Learning sucks!