October 26, 2006

“Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top of me.”

Subject: “Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top of me.”

Date: Thursday 10/26/06 9:22:00 PM

Music: Walk Away-Kelly Clarkson-Breakaway

“Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top of me.” – MLS

Me to Candie on getting funding for Research & Travel Expenses.

This has been one, incredibly long, sleep deprived week

And now, it’s time for a Hookah Unwind

“Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top

Subject: “Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top of me.”

Date: Thursday 10/26/06 9:22:00 PM

Music: Walk Away-Kelly Clarkson-Breakaway

“Bribery and Sexual Favors aren’t beneath me…actually, normally they’re on top of me.” – MLS

Me to Candie on getting funding for Research & Travel Expenses.

This has been one, incredibly long, sleep deprived week

And now, it’s time for a Hookah Unwind

Researching the Queer Lexicon

Subject: Researching the Queer Lexicon

Date: Thursday 10/26/06 7:10:00 PM

So I’m putting the research that I wanted to do in NYC off for a semester since with the time frame that I have to work in, it would be next to impossible to collect the data required or get to all the places that I need to go.

That said, I’m working on something equally (if not more interesting) and researching Queer Linguistics (LGBTTQQUUIO — and yes, there are more initials than the one’s I’m including here, props to anyone who knows what the one’s I’ve included mean) and as it would turn out, the leading researcher in this field happens to be at the University of Toronto…less than two hours away (45 minutes if you learned to drive on Long Island).

Researching the Queer Lexicon

Subject: Researching the Queer Lexicon

Date: Thursday 10/26/06 7:10:00 PM

So I’m putting the research that I wanted to do in NYC off for a semester since with the time frame that I have to work in, it would be next to impossible to collect the data required or get to all the places that I need to go.

That said, I’m working on something equally (if not more interesting) and researching Queer Linguistics (LGBTTQQUUIO — and yes, there are more initials than the one’s I’m including here, props to anyone who knows what the one’s I’ve included mean) and as it would turn out, the leading researcher in this field happens to be at the University of Toronto…less than two hours away (45 minutes if you learned to drive on Long Island).

Random Acts of Awkwardness

Subject: Random Acts of Awkwardness

Date: Thursday 10/26/06 8:38:00 AM

Music: Life in the Fast Lane – The Eagles

Location: Lockwood Library, University at Buffalo

“He was a hard headed man, he was brutally handsome, she was terminally vain. She held him up and he held her for ransom…he had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude, said he was ruthless, said he was cruel, had one thing in common, they were good in bed, she said faster faster, the lights are turning red”

So (my time line is a little scewy on this one, but it’s good enough to give you a good representation of my dillema) homecoming was (around) three weeks ago and I get on the bus and this hot (but in a weird way to describe) semi-intoxicated guy looks at me like he knows me, and I look at him like I know him…and I realize that I do…but I can’t place where I met him…was it a Frat Party…at the Gay Club…I just can’t recall.

And it does make a difference, because with one it’s like “hey hottie what’s up…” the other it’s all like “grunt grunt, red meat…baseball…” well, not really (well…it depends…I have a good deal of friends who are frat guys and only about half of them talk like that) but you do get the idea that I’d probably communicate differently with him based on where I met him.

So I think it’s weird, the bus gets to my stop, I get off and go home. Fine.

Last week, I’m in Starbucks and he comes up to me and he’s like “Hi Matt!” and I’m like “hey how you doing” so now I feel bad because he clearly remembers meeting me, remembers my name and I have no idea where the hell I met this guy, who he is, or why he knows my name (unless maybe he’s a stalker or something, in which case I think he could be doing some more productive things with his time). So anyways, I’m standing in Starbucks thinking I’m going to be all slick, so I tell him that I don’t think he’s on my facebook so he should add me.

Bastard doesn’t use facebook.

I say “oh, what about AIM” so he writes down his screen name…with no name.

I’m not pulling the “hey, lets compare awful UB ID Card Pictures.”

Next time I see him I’m telling him I’m having a blonde moment and just asking for his name.

Random Acts of Awkwardness

Subject: Random Acts of Awkwardness

Date: Thursday 10/26/06 8:38:00 AM

Music: Life in the Fast Lane – The Eagles

Location: Lockwood Library, University at Buffalo

“He was a hard headed man, he was brutally handsome, she was terminally vain. She held him up and he held her for ransom…he had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude, said he was ruthless, said he was cruel, had one thing in common, they were good in bed, she said faster faster, the lights are turning red”

So (my time line is a little scewy on this one, but it’s good enough to give you a good representation of my dillema) homecoming was (around) three weeks ago and I get on the bus and this hot (but in a weird way to describe) semi-intoxicated guy looks at me like he knows me, and I look at him like I know him…and I realize that I do…but I can’t place where I met him…was it a Frat Party…at the Gay Club…I just can’t recall.

And it does make a difference, because with one it’s like “hey hottie what’s up…” the other it’s all like “grunt grunt, red meat…baseball…” well, not really (well…it depends…I have a good deal of friends who are frat guys and only about half of them talk like that) but you do get the idea that I’d probably communicate differently with him based on where I met him.

So I think it’s weird, the bus gets to my stop, I get off and go home. Fine.

Last week, I’m in Starbucks and he comes up to me and he’s like “Hi Matt!” and I’m like “hey how you doing” so now I feel bad because he clearly remembers meeting me, remembers my name and I have no idea where the hell I met this guy, who he is, or why he knows my name (unless maybe he’s a stalker or something, in which case I think he could be doing some more productive things with his time). So anyways, I’m standing in Starbucks thinking I’m going to be all slick, so I tell him that I don’t think he’s on my facebook so he should add me.

Bastard doesn’t use facebook.

I say “oh, what about AIM” so he writes down his screen name…with no name.

I’m not pulling the “hey, lets compare awful UB ID Card Pictures.”

Next time I see him I’m telling him I’m having a blonde moment and just asking for his name.

Busy, Busy, Busy

Subject: Busy, Busy, Busy

Date: Thursday 10/26/06 12:05:00 AM

Music: Mama’s Room-Under the Influence of Giants-Under the Influence of Giants (Bonus Track)

Arabic III Mid Term on the 7th of November!! I’m so excited…I start studying for it this weekend (not that I don’t normally study, just I’m sort of redoubling efforts so I can pull an A on this one). If I get an A on this Mid-Term I do believe I’ll be getting the 4.0 I’m expecting this semester. That’d be hot…like, close to orgasmic hot.

Wednesday (almost today): I have a committee meeting at 9am, then I’m having coffee with Dawn at like 1-ish (I have to check my date book) followed by a guest lecture presented by Wolfegang Wolck (I can’t wait to take his Sociolinguistics course next semester) which is then followed by Arabic class and then Hookah Night =) and somewhere, in between, I REALLY need to get my other Analysis homework done (it’s on a Greek Data set…I’m refraining from making the obvious jokes).

I handed in my paper today for Kang’s class – with special thanks to covarla for her editing work. I’m pretty sure I’m getting a 97% at the minimum which makes me happy. I’m also revising my proposal for Paauw’s class…I just don’t want to hand it in yet, I need to spend more time thinking it over, and I’ve been doing so on my daily walks, it just really requires a bit more thought until I’m sure I have it setup right.

I do have a ton of stuff to write about at some point…however…I also have a cup of warm tea and a bed that really do require some attention.

G’night All =)

Oh…and Good Show N.J.

– me

Busy, Busy, Busy

Subject: Busy, Busy, Busy

Date: Thursday 10/26/06 12:05:00 AM

Music: Mama’s Room-Under the Influence of Giants-Under the Influence of Giants (Bonus Track)

Arabic III Mid Term on the 7th of November!! I’m so excited…I start studying for it this weekend (not that I don’t normally study, just I’m sort of redoubling efforts so I can pull an A on this one). If I get an A on this Mid-Term I do believe I’ll be getting the 4.0 I’m expecting this semester. That’d be hot…like, close to orgasmic hot.

Wednesday (almost today): I have a committee meeting at 9am, then I’m having coffee with Dawn at like 1-ish (I have to check my date book) followed by a guest lecture presented by Wolfegang Wolck (I can’t wait to take his Sociolinguistics course next semester) which is then followed by Arabic class and then Hookah Night =) and somewhere, in between, I REALLY need to get my other Analysis homework done (it’s on a Greek Data set…I’m refraining from making the obvious jokes).

I handed in my paper today for Kang’s class – with special thanks to covarla for her editing work. I’m pretty sure I’m getting a 97% at the minimum which makes me happy. I’m also revising my proposal for Paauw’s class…I just don’t want to hand it in yet, I need to spend more time thinking it over, and I’ve been doing so on my daily walks, it just really requires a bit more thought until I’m sure I have it setup right.

I do have a ton of stuff to write about at some point…however…I also have a cup of warm tea and a bed that really do require some attention.

G’night All =)

Oh…and Good Show N.J.

– me