The Diary of Queen Mothy |
Bourgeoisie! written @ 7:12 PM on March 12, 2003 I really hate homework. I mean, I really, really hate homework. Especially if I have tons over spring break. And that vexes me too. March 10th-14th does not constitute as spring, even if it has been very nice outside lately. Hopefully it stays this way. I am not a winter girl-- totally spring and summer. The hotter, the better. The problem that I have with completing such a large amount of homework is that my computer constantly calls to me from the room over. "Saaaaam. Saaaaam. Play with me!" Internet addicts would understand. "Saaaaam, remember all that fuuuun we had last night when you stopped doing homework? Write your booooooks. Do your genealooooogy. Check your eeeeee-mail. See if anyone updated on diiiiiiaryland. Chaaaat. Download muuuuuuzac." To solve this problem, I have taken to doing my homework in the computer room, where it can keep a safe eye on me. If I put a CD into my laptop, I can stand the whining from my modem. If it's totally silent, with nothing but the hum from the monitor, I have more problems. My thanks to Jessica for convincing me that Morpheus.com was the way to go. I'm still fuming from when they put the ax to Audiogalaxy.com. Now that I've devoted an entry to my apparent talking computer, you should have been able to deduce that nothing especially exciting happened to me today. I got up late, took a shower, ate two pieces of peanut butter toast, and then went to work on my homework.. sort of... I'm working on a line sculpture. *cue: "what the fuck is that?"* Don't ask me, I'm still trying to figure it out. Pretty much what I ended up accomplishing was nearly strangling myself on the wire I was using in an attempt to make this sculpture for my 3-D Design class. When I came up with a rough, anorexic-looking torso, I called it quits-- mostly because my cat was beginning to eat my materials-- and worked on filling in loose information on certain individuals in my genealogy database. My database has exceeded 1100 individuals on my mother's side. I'm actually proud of my recordings that take me back to 1513 France. ("Wait," you ask, "didn't you just write a sneering entry about the French just last night?" Yes, I did, so what? My relatives were actually smart and got out of there by the 1620s.) The reason why there are so many people is because of all the goddamned kids my pedigree relatives had. I mean, like, eighteen, nineteen kids per generation/per marriage. Of course, the reason why they did that was because survival rates were small in those days, especially for Quebecois colonists just getting off the boat. What I've found interesting, however, is all the different times people from my maternal great-grandmother's side (surname: Robert) married into my maternal great-grandfather's side (surname: Allard) centuries before they got married, therefore resulting in slight inbreeding and merging of branches at various points. What sort of thing did the men on that side of the family do? Well, the ones from Normandy were fishermen, owners of bakeries, and worked in masonry. A couple may have been a part of the clergy in Quebec. Two relatives were killed in an Iroquois attack. All in all, we're talking typical French bourgeoisie. That's my mother's family. With my calculations, that would make me 25% French/French Canadian. On my grandmother's side, we're talking about Russian/Ukrainian and Polish ancestry, but I have had no significant breakthroughs. And my dad's side, quite appropriate since he's from Pittsburgh, is a true Heinze 57 mutt. I'm tangled up with those lines, too, but we're looking at Czechoslovakian, Austria-Hungarian, Irish, Italian, and German-- peasants, I'm sure. Yeah, I'm so fucking European. Tricia told me once that her family can probably claim a castle or two in Germany (Yeah, you and 1000 other descendents, I thought), meaning she came from some loose nobility. I looked her square in the eye and said, "Oh yeah? Well, my family rioted against your family for those damned taxes. What do you say to that?" *self-satisfied grin* Never underestimate the bourgeoisie. Hm. I wonder how I got from homework to middle-class pride... In any case-- and I've said this before-- it'll be a damned shame if Europe has another one of those multi-country wars, because I sure as hell wouldn't know who to take sides with. Ah well...
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