Monday, May 01, 2006

12:48 in the afternoon.

I think I have something like 35 sources for my paper, which is just an ungodly amount. And the sad thing is, even with that many sources I'm left wondering if I can squeeze like 8 pages or whatever out of this lit review. I guess we'll see.

On the positive side, at least I made some headway. It's going to be a long night tonight, but that's what grad school is all about, right? It's also refreshing to note that my skills of procrastination are still fully intact. Had they gotten rusty...I don't know what I would have done.

I'm out the door on my way to the gym, and then to Fayetteville. Until later.

2:04 in the morning.

I have so much to do over the next few days that it's ridiculous. A partial list:

  • Finish Dr. Warrens' 20 page research proposal. It's no big deal, Aaron. It's only 30% of your grade.
  • Finish updating my coding sheets for Content Analysis. What's that? Another 30%? Fantastic.
  • Find time to meet with Dr. Scheide and get enrolled.
  • Study for my International Film Survey final on Wednesday night.
In the not-so-distant past, a list like that would have sent me screaming to the hills, drooling and ripping my hair out. I'm not sure if I should be bothered by my newfound indifference, or encouraged by it. I'm going with the latter for now.

Things otherwise are going okay, I guess. I got engaged, which is hugely awesome and is done an incredible disservice by my current "blah"-ness. I way outkicked my coverage with Katie, and I'll get a picture of her up ASAP.

I leave you with two more video clips. American Express has started what I hope will become a series of commercials featuring film directors, utilizing each director's individual style. M. Night Shyamalan's is great, but Wes Anderson's is just classic. Enjoy!



Thursday, March 23, 2006

Update.

Hi, blog. It's been awhile.

Lots has happened since I last wrote an update, and by that I mean that much time has passed. Nothing has actually happened, really. I mean I've got school and all that, but that's really about it. And it's not as if I'm actually near as productive as I should be on that front either; far from it, truth be told.

I do have a newfound obsession with Giada De Laurentiis, who is the large-headed, deep-cleavaged host of the Food Network's "Everyday Italian." I also enjoy Paula Deen, but for reasons entirely devoid of sexuality.

I'm off to bed. More tomorrow. Hopefully.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Mortality.

My grandmother died today. It wasn't a peaceful passing, nor was it expected. She died after she pulled out into traffic and was struck by a car going, at least, 60 miles per hour.

As I sit here and type this, I am numb...and as a result of that numbness, I'm somewhat ashamed. I loved my grandma very much, and though I know that for a fact I can't seem to summon any tears. There were some earlier, thanks to images of my childhood flashing into my head; a childhood in which she played a central role. There were more when my dad broke down on the phone, during my brief conversation with him. My dad is not an emotional man, to say the least, and I think that with any child (Which, in many ways, I still consider myself to be...) seeing their father cry is something of a momentous occasion. It's not different with me. I don't think I've really seen Dad cry since Adam died, and that was a loooooong time ago.

My grandmother was a complex woman. She had her spiteful and ugly side, like all people do, but I was never in a position to get to know that version of Barbara Cedeno firsthand. I was her grandchild, I still am her grandchild, and her oldest one at that. She cherished me from the moment I came into this world, spoiled me when my parents weren't looking, and loved me unconditionally in the way that family members are supposed to do. Some of the fondest memories of being a kid come from visiting her house for a week each summer, just me, Ashley, and AJ. Alex was still too little, too young, to come with us, but she's logged more one-on-one time with Grams than any of the rest of us at this point.

I have so many great memories of her. The way that she never failed to attend any of our events, be it athletics, theatre...whatever. She and Grandpa were there, and if the event was outdoors you could count on them having their folding chairs and umbrellas in tow. Her Graminator sunglasses. The way she answered the phone. The fact that, outside of her glorious ability with a Thanksgiving/Christmas turkey, she possessed no ability whatsoever in the kitchen. Her candy jar. Her songs. Sometimes, I still catch myself singing "Heyyyyyy, good lookin'! Watcha got cookin'? How 'bout cookin' somethin' up for me?" I first heard that song when I was about five years old, and she sang it to me until she thought I was old enough to be embarassed. I'm not embarassed, Grams. Still to this day, never embarassed.

I love you, Grandma. And I'm going to miss you more than I could ever tell you. Pittsburg, and my life, is going to be a little colder, a little lonelier, without you in it.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Randomness.

Just a quick video clip from Family Guy. Who can't use a moral lesson like this?

Never trust giant chickens.

Anxiety.

So I called Katlin's parents, and my parents of course, last night to let them know that we were going to start looking at engagement rings. Holy shit, was that a nerve-wracking 20 minutes. Good God. But, in the end, everything was fine (As I knew it would be), and now we're free to move forward.

Which is terrifying in its own right.

I was supposed to go on campus today but I didn't, instead electing to sit and enjoy the cleanliness of my abode. There's something soothing about a clean bedroom, and it's a shame I can't be motivated to clean it more often.

I'm done for now.

Video of the moment:

This is probably the single coolest KU video ever made. It was presented at Late Night in the Phog of this year (I was there!) and is set to Aerosmith's Dream On.

God, I fucking love that place.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

On this, the most Ashen of Wednesdays...

So, today is the start of Lent. Normally this is a bit of a down time for a member of the Catholic faith, but for me it couldn't get here soon enough.

You see, I've been feeling a bit sorry for myself lately, and even though my rational mind tells me that it's completely absurd to do so, I can't shake it. I get lonely living out here on my own. I hate having to drive 45 minutes to the gym. I hate not knowing anyone within a 45 minute radius of me. Blech.

But I live in this amazing house in which I pay no rent at all. I'm a graduate student. I have a ton of opportunities ahead of me. I have a good life.

So I'm taking opportunity of this Lenten season to get shit back together. I need motivation to do so, and spiritual motivation worked for me at one point in my life...I'm betting it can work again.

Aaron's Lenten Sacrifices:

1: Lose 20 pounds.
2: Always make sure the house is clean before going to bed.
3: Wash my car once a week.
4: Get my homework done the weekend before it's due.
5: Go to daily mass once a week.

All attainable goals. We'll see how it pans out.

Arrested Development Clip of the Day:


Saturday, February 25, 2006

Sleep deprived, but laughing...

My God. As I type this, and as I'm sure the post timecode will tell you, it is 4:43 in the morning on Saturday. I have got to get back on a normal sleep patter at some point in my life.

I've got what should be a busy weekend of homework ahead of me, but as usual my life is full of distractions. Katlin is here visiting which is awesome, and the Jayhawks play Texas tomorrow in what is without a doubt the biggest game of the season for them. Also awesome. Maybe even awesomer (Yes, I know that's not a real word.), though I'd never tell her that. Hi, Katie. :-)

One of the things I love about Katlin is that she gets, or at the very least doesn't mind, my weird sense of humor. She laughs when I do, be it with me or at me, and I think that's important. What brings this up is that earlier this morning before she fell asleep, sometime around 2:30, I was laughing my ass off while thinking of the ill-fated Fox television show (As anything of quality is on that network. It's amazing that 24 has made it as long as it has...) Arrested Development. If you haven't seen it...thanks a bunch, dickwads. If you watch it now, it won't help keep the show on the air. Still, I highly recommend it. May be the funniest show ever to hit the airwaves.

And as I bid you adieu tonight, I leave you with just one, small example of this hilarity:

Monday, February 20, 2006

Political minds.

Good God. I'm resorting to every mean imaginable to avoid doing my homework. And I still have to go to Wal-Mart. And it's fucking freezing in my room. Pity me.

So my brother is making a foray into politics. He and a couple of his friends, as pictured below, have decided to run for office in the senior class, of which they will be members next year, at the University of Notre Dame. He's the only non-African-American male in this picture:



This was only a matter of time. I mean, my brother is a relentless attention whore, as evidenced by the fact that he currently has over 600 friends on Facebook.

Let that sink in for a moment. 600. Who the hell has 600 Facebook friends? By contrast, I think I have something like 60. I'm a conservative Facebooker.

And on that note, it is time for me to get to my homework. Finally. Ugh.