Friday, April 25, 2008

My Amazing CheastyParents Are Hipper Than Me. Than I.

Life is so not fair right now.  I'm chained to a desk, my back is cramped up and achey, even my eyeballs hurt from reading so much.  Then I got an email from one of my advisors saying that my first draft of one of my essays was, and I quote, "a disaster," which I can totally take, because a) it's a draft, and I can fix it, and b) after three years of grad school my skin is tough like leather, but still.  Ouch.

So I called my parents so that they could tell me what a genius I am and that they love me, and instead they're all, "Oh, hi, honey!  What's that?  I can't hear you over the LIVE MUSIC!"  

Live music?

My parents are at MerleFest, camping out at a four-day music festival in the North Carolina mountains, grilling out, sleeping in a tent, playing in fields and meadows with my baby brother Bug, and listening to live music by Doc Watson, Old Crow Medicine Show, Tift Merritt, Sam Bush, and Ricky Skaggs.  

And I'm stuck in grad school hell, silently watching my hair turn green with envy.  

Life, for the record, is so not fair.


PrincessPi said...

But, of course, they're sleeping in tents, will come home completely covered in bug bites and damaged ear drums whilst you, on the other hand, may be stuck writing and rewriting essays, at least you're in air-conditioning and have access to a NON PUBLIC TOILET.

You know...just trying to look on the bright side.

Cheasty said...

ha! thanks, princesspi. i guess i'm just having an Eeyore day. i feel a little embarrassed about whining, considering that a) my life is actually pretty fabulous, and b) my parents totally deserve a rockin' vacation. well, what're you going to do. back to the grindstone.

Sarah McBride said...

comments hurt, no matter HOW long you are in school.
arent the NC moountains supposed to get snow or rain this weekend?? That should comfort you!!

Jen said...

Was that Twinam? Sounds like her. She did the same to me, but we didn't have the understanding that it was a draft. See, guidelines: you're lucky.

MerleFest will happen again. Comps are once in a lifetime :)

Cheasty said...

Yup, it was Twinarrific. It's all good in the end. I talked with her, we laughed about how my paper was sort of a parody of a historiographical essay (haha! oh, gasp, wheeze!) and then got to the heart of the problem which was that she'd told me to do TWO historiographies in one 15 page paper, and really, that's not so feasible. Thus, vast overgeneralizations and lack of supporting evidence. So we agreed to cut out one of the topics, I'm re-writing this weekend, and that oughta do it.

I really really hope that this is only once in a lifetime. Twice might kill me. ;)

Anonymous said...

Could you please post a pic of your hair turning green? Cuz that would be wicked awesome! :)

PrincessPi said...

Hey, Cheasty. I hope my comment of this morning didn't upset you...I wasn't trying to be critical of your current situation. I work in male reproductive medicine, which is a fancy way of talking to men all day about their balls and spooge, so I'm constantly trying to look on the bright side. Yes, ew, I just had to describe prostate massage to that 80 year-old man and his 27 year-old girlfriend, but at least I can go home to my cuddly cats and boyfriend and NOT have to screw a dude with a flabby ass.

Your blog is one of my first stops every morning, and one of my last at night. You da bomb, homey.

Ashesh said...

Yeah I want to see your green hair too. :)
Waiting for you to get done with your exams so that we can get our funny and amazing cheastypants back. Austin is not the same since you went into hermit/studying mode.

Cheasty said...

oh, hugs to everybody. thanks for chiming in with words of encouragement. i feel better now, and have decided to go to my favorite pizza place for dinner and a glass of wine with some of my girlfriends. i deserve it. (ooh, look at me, taking a night off. wild, wild, wild!)

and no, princesspi, you didn't upset me at all! I was feeling guilty all on my own, and your comment actually just made me smile. thanks for checking in, though. and for that delightful mental image of spooge and balls. yum! :)

Anonymous said...

At least they answered your phone calls... i must have tried them both 10 times yesterday, with no answer or call back!! the NERVE!! Oh well... at least im stuck at my BS job.. oh wait, that still makes your life better than mine! ;-)

~The Fairy King

Supna said...

Hugs to Cheasterzilla and her comping!!! We can camp out in you backyard and I'll sing songs that I pretend to know the words too!!

A mush mush mush!!


Supna said...

My brain is so fried that I just looked at what I wrote and I am morified at my errors, ack!!

Here is what I meant to say:

Hugs to Cheasterzilla and her comping!!! We can camp out in your backyard and I'll sing you songs that I pretend to know the words to!!

A mush mush mush!!


Ah, you get the idea!!

Cheasty said...

Sweet, suppie.. I don't know why, but you just totally tickled my funny bone.

For interested readers, "a mush mush mush" is from an old Maureen O'Hara and John Wayne movie. The drunken cart driver sings a song that every line ends in "a-mush-mush-mush-mush." sups and i both highly recommend this film. fiesty maureen and macho john. yum yum. it is, of course, terrible in many ways, but we managed to overlook that.

Supna said...

Jesh, jesh!! Glad to have been of some service!!

You totally tickle my funny bone too dearest!!

A mush mush mush mush!!