Sweet Jesus

Freedom is mine!!!

And so is a Master's degree as of 5/21.

mi madre

while i appreciate the sentiment behind posting photos of your mom on facebook, i don't think my mom would care much for it. my aunts and cousins would surely tell her i put a picture up of her on facebook. however, she doesn't know about my blog! so this one goes out to my momma, even though she can't see it. she's pretty much the best.


I cropped little Carl out of the picture because he sucks. Or because he's super cute and thus a distraction.

7:17 am, no sleep, still writing.

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

super important updates

• i forgot how awesome black eyeliner is. i know! stupid me! i've been on a chocolate liner kick lately, but busted out ol' faithful for nostalgia's sake. uh... i remember why it's been an addiction for most of my adult life--shit's awesome, yo.
• so this is officially the last night i will be working on my Master's Report because, well, i don't actually have a choice. it's do or die, man. it's about 35 pgs of sheer fucking genius. okay, okay, it's about 35 pgs of mediocre academic writing. fun! excitement!
• while on the subject of my MA Report, can I just be a total nerd for a moment--shut up, i know you're thinking i'm a nerd all the moments--but, dude, footnotes are the best. look, i have to get my kicks where i can and, whilst writing the MA Report, footnotes are seriously about as good as it gets. sad, i know.
• i just realized i haven't slept since the night before last. seriously, i just realized this. i thought, "damn, why am i so tired?" and then i thought, "dude, you haven't slept in ages." ages, man, ages. what is this sleep of which you speak?
• yeah, my life sucks right now, but as of monday, may 9th, it's all over. then UT gives me money to spend my summer drinking beer and reading books poolside. mmm... beer... oh how i wish i could drink one right now.

Back to work! No sympathy for the devil!

barf

i'm so stressed. seriously, i want to hide in my room for the next week. human interaction seems so painful right now (well, outside of school). it's almost good that i have so much work to do because i can completely immerse myself in it and not think about life. fucking life. i don't want to do ANYTHING that involves the real world. yeesh, on the bright side i've finally managed to unite escapism and school work. silver lining?

Oh how the mighty have fallen...

best incorrect answer on a quiz EVER

Question: Who edited T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land" and later turned to fascism, supporting both Hitler and Mussolini?

Correct Answer: Ezra Pound

Nameless Male Student's Answer: I was sick that day. To entertain you, I will tell you that you are miserably (underlined twice) beautiful. Miserable in that it's the kind of stuff men start wars over.

A+++++++++?

Spring Break...

you were all kinds of awesome.

i thought libras were about balance

while one area of my life disintegrates, another is developing quite nicely.

i had this moment in class today (as i went toe-to-toe with a - how do i put this nicely - ignorant classmate of mine) where it became clear to me once again why i am here killing myself (and my love life). the idealistic vision i had when beginning grad school, nay, working towards grad school (seeing as all romantic notions faded as soon as i attended the recruitment weekend, which occurred roughly five months before the first day of class itself) was nearly forgotten until today.

you see, i've decided to once again pursue both mexican american and african american (and, of course, american in general - these are merely specializations) literature. initially, the idea of returning to mexican american literature was a selfish act: as both a mexican american and a woman, i have a better chance of getting a job with a specialization in mexican american lit. but today, the passion i once had for my own culture and people came flooding back as i challenged my colleague. i'm here for a reason and that is to do my part - how ever insignificant it may be - in changing the way people think about latinos (and marginalized peoples in general).

i'm an angry person, but, to be fair, i'm angry for a few damned good reasons. at this moment, i could erupt in a long diatribe concerning what i despise and why i despise it, but i'll save it for my work (seeing as it needs such passion). what i mean to say here is that i see it now, i see why i was accepted into this program that often makes me feel like an idiot out of her element. so yeah, maybe i'm here as a result of some fellowship that is just a thinly veiled version of affirmative action and maybe i'm not at the same intellectual level as everyone else, but i'm here nonetheless. and i'm getting shit done.

But I love love, yes I do, even when its weight cripples you.

I get the impression that people tend to mistake how generous I am with my feelings for them as a sign of weakness. When I love, I love. I love entirely, completely, all that you are. I love with passion and if I believe in what we have I will fight for it.

Perhaps this is the problem? Perhaps it's a lot to live up to? Because the same thing happens every time. The same things go wrong. And the same outcome always occurs. And I'll tell you what, I'm not the one looking weak in the end.

Writing a Master's Report blows.

Jezebel commenter said:

"... you're not actually sleeping with the person you're sleeping with for the first four months of your relationship. You're sleeping with your vision of who that person is and what it says about you. Sometimes it turns out the other person doesn't have much to offer beyond that."

Yvette says:

"True dat."

In other news, I'm in desperate need of beer. And someone to drink said beer with me. Like NOW.

vintage yvette

my pops and i