I wake up and tear drops they fall down like rain... Blah. Been having kinda a blah week, really. I think I'm coming down with something (when am I not?), I've been waaaay stressed out at school (having your ass handed to you on a platter by the departmental progress committee will do that), the realization that New Orleans is never going to fully recover has finally hit me, and it's just been kinda blah.
But this past weekend was awesome. I enjoyed New Orleans Mardis Gras to it's fullest (and by that, I mean the drunken part but not the orgy part. Contrary to popular opinion, I do have a few limits). I caught beads (lots of beads), ate decent New Orleans food (port of call was really busy, so no hamburgers for us), watched parades, walked down Bourbon Street, and drank a drink that was literally more than half as tall as I am. In case you wanted to know, I cannot in fact hold my liquor like He-Man, everything is funnier when you're drunk, my drunken vocabulary mostly consists of the words "totally" and "awesome", and fire is the most totally awesome thing ever to be in a parade. Oh yeah, and I'm never (ever) allowed to drink that much Hurricane again.
But yeah. Back to the humdrum (but not boring, no never boring) life of a grad student. I've finished tonight's homework, and now I'm trying to decide whether to read Eugene Field while taking a bath, or to play Elebits (the greatest Wii game evar).
Oh yeah... all my pictures are broken. I'm working on that, it's annoying, I hsould have it fixed sometime this week (moaybe tomorrow).
Broken Roads So I was going to post somehting mushy yesterday, in honor of it being valentine's day, but I forgot :/ Then when I rembered today, I realized that 1) it's not valentine's day any more, and 2) the song lyrics I was going to post that remond me of Chad... I already posted them. A while back. When the song came out, I think. So yeah, I'm not going to repost them here, but I think "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascall Flatts would have been appropriate yesterday.
Other than random forgetting of stuff (which is totally normal, for me, I suppose), I'm kind of just hanging in here. I think I might have pissed off my advisor, and I'm really really tired for nogood reason, and I fixing to have to sue my car insurance company because my health insurance company is going to stop paying for my back problems, since they were caused by my accident, and my car insurance company thinks they shouldn't have to pay all of it (or something). it all lovely.
But. It is all ok. Because, rain or shine (weather.com says shine!), I'll be in New Orleans for Mardis Gras weekend (which is to say, Saturday), and I get to see all (some) of my Mississippi people, and be totally crazy (within some amount of reason, I suppose). Yay for Mardis Gras! Yay for New Orleans! Yay for Port of Call hamburgers, and other good NOLA food! Yay for parades, and beads, and old friends! Yay for Harry Conick, Jr. (just because)!
So I've been reading all this stuff about the coast, and specifically New Orleans, in the news. Some of it is optimistic (Mardi Gras might hapen in a very scaled down way this spring), some of it isn't (city will never be the same, etc.). And most of it is pretty sad.
But someone said something that really shocked me the other day. They said that it was about time that New Orleans was modernized a bit, and this might just force them to do that.
Modernize? New Orleans? Why? A "modern" New Orleans would be boring... it would be just like every other big city in the US. I always thought that New Orleans was an odd mix of modern and not modern... high tech fancy hotels and casinos, old buildings and cemetaries and trees... I don't know what would be left if you "modernized" the city.
William's new house is still standing. And he made it to the coast safely.
And that's the only good news I have really.
Gas is in short supply here. Not because its really in short supply, but because when the prices started rising everyone panicked, and bought huge amounts of gas. Now gas is god-awful expensive, and will be more so by the time the gas trucks get here.
People are stupid.
I, however, have (fairly) new tennis shoes and live like, a mile from Butler Hall. So unless I want to go to Walmart or Kroger, I'm probably ok. The only things we need right now are milk and bread, and i know we won't be able to buy those for like, a week anyway (people made a run on those, too). As long as we don't run out of pasta, I think Chad and I will survive (we sent all our soup and stuff with William).
The French Quarter is on fire. Which is weird, since it's also flooded. I know stuff like that happens, but it boggles my mind.
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
