What a gorgeous day. I got up at 7 a.m. because I wanted to. If you know me, that means something. How sad when a nice day is tainted by annoying events. + I am frustrated by my lesbian class. It’s like being in high school again. I won’t elaborate because I don’t care that much. And I left at the break so I don’t have three hours’ worth of rant material. + People who…
This one’s for Phil, who is stuck in a square, cinder-block building, ringing up thousands of lottery tickets between sweeping and restocking coolers; and Amber, who sits in a warehouse and stares at a computer all day, forwarding silly, pointless management e-mails to me so I can have a laugh at the futility of it all. “Turn Those Clapping Hands into Angry Balled Fists” by Against Me! Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in…
Rained all day. I left my umbrella by a couch in the mass comm building for 10 minutes and alas, it was swiped. So I am soaked. I had a portfolio meeting with my design professor today. He told me that none of my many, many front page designs jump out at him, and he would shy away from putting them into my portfolio. Oof. He said that though my designs are consistent, they’re boring.…
Just found this web site that has photos of same-sex couples married in San Francisco. The pictures are gorgeous and moving, and worth a look. If this much joy equals evil, you might be a zealot. Also, visit Don’t Amend, a site dedicated to cultivating resistance to the president’s push for a same-sex marriage ban.
I hate starting each entry with “I.” But this is my blog and I don’t want to waste my time with cute exposition. I would rather cut to the chase and dump my dirty laundry on this examination table to pick through, one grass-stained pant leg at a time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. There’s nothing really going on in my life right now to make me so scatter-brained/jittery/miserable/tired/uninspired, but I can’t shake…
Today, I saw +A woman waiting at the crosswalk get splashed by some inconsiderate driver. +A couple walking their dog let it crap on someone’s lawn. +None of my friends. :( +My umbrella turn inside out. +Part of If These Walls Could Talk 2. Good flick. Really nice love scene between Michelle Williams and Chloe Sevigny. I love movie love scenes that don’t suck. Other good ones are in Elizabethand Meet Joe Black.
I feel it slipping. So much is on my plate, and it all can’t fit. I’m piling and trying to make room, but things keep dropping. The three-second rule doesn’t really apply. Booked my flight to New York tonight. Actually, Patrick did it. It’s on United. I’ve never flown United before, but a giant bus hurling through the air is just as horrifying no matter what logo graces its dorsal fin.
I’m worried about my Lesbian Studies class. It’s not group therapy yet, but it is a place to mockingly call out stereotypical labels just to remind the class what queer activists are allowed to say and no one else. OK, so maybe I’m reading too much into it. It is only the second week, so there could be fields of insight we’ve yet to plow. (From now on, I only speak in sexual metaphors.) I’m…
The ferrets are fluffy and smelling good, thanks to a quick dunk in the tub. They hate baths so much. Hee. After I dry them off, their tails poof out and they rip around the apartment, rubbing on everything in sight, trying to get dirty again. It makes them really hyper, so we always get a nice play session in, which is fun. Now they’re settling down, and I’ve just gotten out of the shower.…
Got to get up early and do an interview at 9 a.m. This is bad enough, but I’m feeling particularly sickly — aching head, sore throat, lethargic limbs — and would like to take some Nyquil. But if I do that, I won’t get up until 2. I watched American Wedding tonight. What a terrible, terrible film. How does an “actor” read that script and think, “Dude, I have got to be a part of…
You must be logged in to post a comment.