So...I took one of my friends to the Folsom Street Fair today...she may never be the same.
I still need to do a write up on it for a class.
Totally blew my mind.
My boss sent me a friend request on facebook.
That's kind of odd, isn't it?
I didn't want to be mean...start off on a bad note...so I accepted.
Yay for me I'm out at work!
So...if anyone can explain this Tila Tequila thing to me...I'd really appreciate it.
Am I not supposed to be a little put off by it? Because some of my friends seemed a bit surprised that I didn't think it was some powerful commercialized leap forward for the acceptance of homosexuals within society....
Do you ever have those phone conversations with friends where all they do is pry and they can't seem to understand that you really haven't been doing anything interesting and you're not in a very good mood and now isn't really the time to be trying to carry on some annoying conversation and all you want to do is hang up on them...but you know they'll just pitch a bitch in the aftermath?
So...after almost exactly a year I'm home for the summer.
I feel like I've stepped into some kind of drugs and alcohol infused alternate reality.
So, the insanity of the past two weeks is finally over and I'm camped out in my older sister's guest room for the next week with plans to greyhound it up to the Northlands next saturday or sunday.
I think I temporarily lost my mind during the preparation for finals time and then kind of crashed yesterday.
But...now I'm done and have to do the job getting bit.
My dorm smells like burnt toast, specifically my end of the hall, my room. Burnt toast, funkified burnt toast.
Gave my philosophy presentation today, completely blanked even though I had all my notes and tons of info in front of me.
My birthday is Sunday.
Nothing, I've been doing absolutely nothing for ages it feels like. I haven't accomplished anything and I've been more caught up in dorm drama than I ever want to be again.
My school politics are constantly shifting and I've been thinking a lot about the queer community on campus of which I am not so much a part.
I just got back from a reading by Colson Whitehead at Black Oak Books in Berkeley.
I haven't read anything by him, but one of my friends absolutely loves him. I was going to try and get out of my agreement to go with her and some other people but...I ended up going anyway and it was surprisingly fascinating.
So I was composing an e-mail to my former psychology professor in the hopes that he will let me add his psychology and language course this semester when I get a knock on my door, a loud scary knock. I run to answer it and there is my friend my waving papers at me frantically.
I went back to work today, my first day back since the end of winter break. Tony was there, even though he doesn't usually work Saturdays, and he was in an awesome mood which meant he ran around being large and happy and very gay and didn't yell at me and I didn't end up cowering in fear.
Ah, the RA that likes to shriek in the halls at 1.30. Nice. I don't know which I prefer, her or the car alarm. Difficult to choose.
RA be quiet please, quiet be, RA. Please, identify my literary device usage.
I think the RA has three people living in her room with her...and she conducts all hall business from her bed.
Things to remember:
Doing my laundry and cleaning my room makes me happy.
Too much thai food is not a good thing.
There is such a thing as too much thai food.
Sleeping before four in the morning is good.
Getting woken up by a hallmate at 8.00 after less than four hours of sleep because hallmate wants you to accompany her to the basement to make toast is not good.
I need dryer sheets.
I need to stop spending so much money on random things--like food.
Three a.m. Still awake. Car alarm just went off outside. Believe a frustrated fellow student and comrade attacked the car with a baseball bat to silence it. RA is having some kind of orgy/dance party.
Am tired. Cannot sleep. Am becoming insomniac.
Hope no more car alarms go off.
I fully support this type of propaganda, really those little kids are cute not brainwashed future Republican same-sex attraction repressors, really.
To be honest, I find this sort of exploitation of children pathetic.