Listening to:
WFMU

1. Sometimes I watch bad television, even though I am well aware that it is not worth my time. There is just something about the absolutely horrible nature of television that just makes you tired of resisting the bad shows, makes you surrender to the awful, makes you give in to the crap. This is how, many weeks ago, C. and I came to be watching He's A Lady. We could argue that it's because they have it on right after Sex and the City reruns, and it's sufficiently late at night that we couldn't convince ourselves that we could be using our time more productively. But really, we just gave in to the flashy commercials. Somewhere along the line, we became engrossed in the show, we started yelling at the television, rooting for our favourites, and getting a little teary-eyed by the whole ordeal. Oh, they are such brave men! Oh, they are such sensitive men! Oh, they are such pretty men! And oh! I'm so glad that Wynona won! Hurrah, sweet, soft, sensitive, sobby Wynona! I am so glad you became a lady!

2. On the other hand, I could not consolidate my hate with my love for the show. Yes, I like that they have to do 'female' things like take care of animatronic babies (I guess they were emulating animatronic women that week, or something, because I'm pretty sure real babies don't have off switches), and I'm glad they got to see what it would feel like to be an 'ugly' girl (well, the ugly ones did), but why, dear God why, did every show include some kind of beauty pagent ritual? And why did the judges only see them then? And why did they pretend it was about being a lady, when everyone could see that it was about looking like a model? I fear Wynona won only so that they could argue that it was a fair game, because the way the show was going, it totally looked like Alberta would win until the last show.

3. On Friday, I went out with some coworkers to see a show on campus. The show is famous for its comedy, and the way it works is that both audience and cast are meant to get plastered, thereby increasing the funny. So I am all for humour, and all for a little beer (especially when people buy it for me!), but by the end of the night, it becomes aparent that there is no plot, there is not talent, and there is no coherence to this play. And here is the thing. The thing is, I don't mind things that get funnier with beer (all the worst movies do, that why they invented drinking games), but if you need to be drunk beyond the telling of it to find the play funny, then it is not really funny. It is just bad. Anyway, I started to get cranky, and it eventually escalated to me yelling insults to the stage, cursing their houses, and generally trying to infect them with the pox, such was my wrath. So now I am Angry Girl to everyone at work, and it's a bit incongruous with the meek persona I had been cultivating up until last week. I am cranky, hear me snarl.

4. I got an email from the Registrar's office telling me I was meant to get a reimbursement of tuition, so I should get my bum in to see them post-haste. So I let a month pass, and then hey! I could use some money! So I print out the form they sent me, I run to the office, and what? Oh? Oh no. Right. I see. I don't actually have a reimbursement, that email was mistakenly sent to all of fourth year. Great. Good. What's that? Oh, it turns out I actually owe $25? Super! That's wonderful. I love university.

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