God damn, you guys. Regina Spektor's new cd is unbelievably good.
I don't even know what to say today. Given the events of the past few weeks (some minor, some major, mostly school related and therefore boring), I should be in one of my depressions, but as it turns out I'm feeling pretty okay, if extremely tired. I haven't had a full night's sleep since monday, and I've been insanely busy as of late. Anyway, I can't tell if it's a good thing or not that I'm not freaking out. On the one hand it's nice to be able to deal with stuff in a rational way without getting all weepy and hopeless, but on the other hand I feel like this is all going to lead to a delayed reaction. I guess either way it's probably a good thing, because right now I'm playing catch-up with school, which I usually wouldn't do if I were depressed. So if I can just stay okay until I don't need to be productive anymore, I might even be able to avoid freaking out altogether.
Today I dropped off a cd at Aaron's, as a birthday present. I hope I remembered his apartment number right. I hope he hasn't moved, either.
I'm going to post later, when I've slept more and am more ordered, about some other stuff, but yeah. This is just sort of a placeholder because I feel like talking, but apparently I don't care enough to be coherent.
I had a very good day today for the most part, then when I got home from walgreens I got sad and nervous for no reason. I really hate this a lot, I need distraction, cuddling, and/or booze like pronto.
On another note, best LJ secret ever?

NO! Actually this one is the best. It may as well have been mine. I think this is important to remember.

I feel unaccountably melancholy. I've been a bit teary lately, for no good reason, crying at things on tv and songs and the like...usually I'm not one for tearing up at something I've read/heard/watched before, but I cried while watching Veronica Mars yesterday, and while listening to a song I've heard dozens of times. I'm becoming such a wimp.
In any case, it's kind of useful, because the thing I'm writing right now has a kind of depressing tone, and I'm in the right frame of mind to write it.
I watched Cyrano De Bergerac (or at least the middle part of it) on PBS today, it was kind of a disappointment. It's one of my favorite plays EVER, but there's two versions: the original text and a rhyming couplet adaptation. The version on PBS was the rhymning couplet one, and while it's pretty good, it's still a little oversimplified and doesn't contain as many neat little turns of phrase as the original. Also, Jennifer Garner was playing Roxanne, and she was overacting horribly. But Kevin Kline was doing Cyrano and he was quite good, and the guy playing Christian looked a bit like Barack Obama, but more heavyset. Ha!
Oh, yes, and glasses are here and on my face. I look fine in them -- they don't look bad but they don't grant me that much beauty either. About what I expected. However there will be no pix because I've left my camera cord back in Tucson, and anyways most of you will see me on sunday or monday anyways.
AND I believe that every adult should play on the playground at least once a month. Lacey and Florence and I did so today and it was way more fun than it should have been. I also smoked a cigarette for the first time in almost 2 years, did not enjoy it. It did let me know how much mellower hookah is than cigarettes. Yep. The cigarette, she is still not for me.
What else...crocheted christmas gifts are almost finished (FINALLY!) I still have to finish Sebastian's, then do Ben's and Nora's, and then I am done! It was a titanic undertaking and I'm kind of shocked that I'll get it all done (oh shit I just jinxed myself, didn't I...).
And...that's it! I think. Doubtless updates will continue to be overdone, it really is ridiculous how many times I post on here.
Hello, internets, I haven't been on you in a few days.
Finals are over and I think I might have failed one of my nats classes, which is scary, but what the hell am I going to do about it now? I'm still sick and managed to embarrass myself rather badly last night (went out to dinner with Andrew and ended up puking in a trash can -- what the hell?) but now I feel a bit better other than feeling like kind of a shit.
Allie's calling me again. I told her on the phone that I'm really not ready to talk to her right now, that everything she's done is dragging me down too, that I refuse to try and help her with her problems if she's not going to take my advice. That was this thanksgiving. Now she's calling me again and sent me a message on facebook which just says "hi". I don't know what to do. I don't want to be her friend anymore, not just because of all the stupid things she does but because I don't honestly like her. If I liked her, I'd go through hell for her. I mean, I obviously don't have any problem helping other people with their emotional things. But the fact that she's willfully ignorant and mean and petty and weak makes me crazy. I might even be able to deal with her if her main issues with that fucking asshole boyfriend weren't so offensive to my ideals...I mean, it sounds pretentious, but feminism is such a major part of my views, and the fact that she just puts herself into his power makes me sick. And of course...you know what, fuck it, I'm so tired of talking about her and thinking about her. It's unproductive and it's just making me sad again.
Gah, this is such a stupid post. Positives!
- I am going home in 4 hours
- I have a lot of christmas gifts done already
- I'll see Florence and Lacey soon
- Classes are over and next semester will be easier
- I think I'm getting over my illness but I don't want to jinx it
- I have a bunch of awesome friends who are NOT little assholes, but actual fully functioning rad human beings.
Last night I had a whole succession of dreams that I don't really remember, but I did wake up in a state of massive irritation because they were shitty dreams...and then I got annoyed at my blankets, and then at myself, and then at my clothes...I really hate myself when I get like this. There's no good reason for it, and that's the real pisser. I hate it when depression takes over.
These are my goals for the day: Go see my advisor at 4:00 today, write my thesis for the LGBT Studies paper, and get a clear idea of what I need to write on my English paper (which I can write fully tomorrow and which I WILL FUCKING DO -- there's a deadline).
If this gets done, I can either do something fun with friends or watch 28 Days Later. Given that I've been stupidly antisocial lately, it'll probably be the movie, but I need to at least try to talk to other people today.
Yaaay whining! I am so sorry, friendslist. I am the most uninteresting blogger.
So right now I'm signed up for ONE class, and all of the remaining classes are either full, honors only, majors only, or winter session. I had the earliest registration slot for freshmen, too! GRRR ARGH.
In other, less outraged news, my sister Kristin is 17 today! She doesn't read this livejournal though.
I saw a man in a white cassock go into a Target today. Something about that image really captured my imagination, especially since this guy looked old school religious; whip thin, a very severe face, grim expression, pale hair...he was so intimidating and weird and really the last person you'd expect to see walking purposefully into a Target. I felt kind of like a story had gone wrong somewhere.
It seems like my days are the inverse of how they're supposed to be. For example I thought yesterday night would be boring and shitty, when in fact I had a lovely time. Today I was all fired up to be productive but due to stupid registration and general inertia, I didn't do anything at all. I am hoping tomorrow will be nice, what with Deb's book launch and having classes canceled, but maybe I should hope for a bad day?
Today I feel...weird! In case no one can tell.
I skipped LGBT studies for the first time today, partially because I have a whole shitload of things to do but also partly because I didn't want to get involved in lunch afterwards. Why? Because I know Suzanna and Adiv are going to yell at the abortion people on the mall, and I don't want to get involved. I don't know what it is about abortion, but I so don't want to get into arguments about it... myabe it's because tempers get so high on both sides, and hardly anyone can be objective about it properly. It's like illegal immigration: Both sides see only two options, and I see a third that both could easily agree to, if they would just sit down for a moment and be reasonable. In the case of abortion, it's ending the abstinence only sex ed programs and teaching people about contraception. If we could have good sex ed in this country, we'd have way fewer unplanned pregnancies (and fewer std's too) and thus fewer abortions. It's that simple. It's not like any woman has abortions for fun. It's a dangerous procedure and a painful one, emotionally and physically, but if we could just treat it like any other operation we might be able to avoid all this controversy...
I don't know, I'm just sick of having to hang around while other people argue points I don't agree with. I don't care if the fetus has a soul, because I don't believe in souls. I do believe they're alive, but I am okay with kiling living things for the good of a fully functioning human. That's why I'm not a vegetarian.
I sometimes worry that I'm losing my activism, but I'm not sure...is it cowardly of me to want to let them have their say? The abortion people have been shouted at, their signs have been stolen and torn up, their messages have been erased. I'd be outraged if someone tried to deny my message like that. Shouldn't they be allowed to express their opinions peacefully? If it were gay rights protesters being treated this way, you'd better believe all my liberal friends would be pissed. I just wish liberals would quit acting like the underdog, like we're being oppressed. We're on a freaking college campus in one of the most leftist cities in the state. Who's oppressing us, locally? At least in this area, public opinion is on our side. No one is shutting us up, no one is denying us our chance to be heard, so why do we keep acting like we're victims of some vast anti-free speech conspiracy?
As for myself, I'm sick of both sides. I want my opinions to be heard, but like Voltaire said, "I detest what you say, but I will fight to the death to preserve your right to say it". So what does this make me? Am I rationalizing my reluctance to get involved in direct action, or am I protecting one of my most important values, freedom of expression? I hope it's the second, because I've had enough personality crises for the time being and I don't want to have any more reasons to be angry at myself.
( relationship shit and turmoil )
ANYWAYS MORE SILLY MEME LESS ANGST!!!
( Whadaya know it's about relationships. )
( SURVEYYYYY )
OK so, as to the last sentence...I finally ended up spending some time alone with the guy I've been persuing. His name is Adiv. He's a feminist, an activist, and also he's bisexual, and yeah. I am so into him. So last night we went to an event where people told their coming out stories, and afterwards he walked me home, we ended up talking for hours, and he finally put his arm around me. We held hands for the rest of the night, I got home at 1 am and slept through my first class but it was worth it. I'm just kind of freaked out because, well, I was coming on very strong, and maybe it's just me being all low self esteem, but I'm not sure he likes me as much as I like him. It ain't love at this point but I still want to kiss him a lot.
Also we had some very interesting conversation about sex and like...yeah. He's so cool.
In other news...I think I need to be on MSN a lot more! I miss talking to the trannies.
I went in kind of a weird direction with the art on this. I dunno.

Today I feel creative, but what I want to create has already been done! It's very irritating and all. I've also been feeling guilty, but I'm not sure why. I guess I feel like I'm not being revolutionary enough, like I'm just stagnating and becoming more and more normal. Other than the gay rights stuff, I haven't done any activism in forever. I kind of miss Food Not Bombs. I haven't been back to Dry River in forever, either, which kind of sucks. I guess I just feel like too much of an outsider there.
So I'm having weird emotions and I'm also having weird health. My diet is like, fucked. I can't find/afford any healthy food, so I'm a pimply, upset stomach mess right now. I need to find a healthy place that serves something other than salads.Right now I'm living on bagels, basically. They just taste soooo good to me right now, and they don't make me feel like shit afterwards. For a while it was Panda Express every day, but their orange chicken gives me terrible stomach cramps and so I am off them for a good long while.
Yesterday I met a cool kid named Ben, who is unfortunately very sad. I wanted to cheer him up but didn't know how. I really wish I were good at that kind of thing.
That's all I can think of to say right now, I guess. Onward to english essays!
Thanks everyone for advice on my shitty friend situation. I'm not going to call her again, and I'm not letting her know when I'm in town any more.
In my LGBT studies class today, we watched a video about children who are born hermaphrodites (I guess the proper term, which I just learned today, is intersex) and it was dead scary. Not because of the intersex kids. I could care less about genitals. But the kid who was featured, who is being raised as a boy named Patrick, I mean his story was terrifying. Apparently, he was born with ovaries and one fallopian tube, but also a micropenis and one testicle. The doctors wanted to do surgery to remove the male organs, and his adoptive mother said that she wanted to keep him as he was (go her!). Apparently what happened is that after a weeklong battle, she was finally able to take him home, but shortly afterwards, the doctor said that his testicle might become cancerous, and asked permission to do a biopsy. The mother agreed to the biopsy, and the doctor said the testicle was malignant and then removed it. Later on, the mother asked to see the biopsy report, and right on the first page it said that the testicle was benign!
This terrifies me. I am not one of those people who is scared of doctors. I trust doctors implicitly. I believe in the Hippocratic Oath, and until now I believed that they did too. The fact that this doctor went against every moral code that he was supposed to be following is literally one of the scariest things I've ever heard of.
I kind of feel like I saw a policeman beating someone, except that I grew up not trusting policemen that much. I feel like something's gone terribly wrong with the world. This is the country that rails against female circumcision. How can we allow this to happen to children? The kid in the video is going to have to take hormone injections for the rest of his natural life. And the worst thing is that his parents, who are fantastic for fighting for his right to his own anatomy, are still forcing him into the role of a male. They aren't doing it maliciously, they just can't concieve of a world with more than two genders, or that there's a choice involved in gender roles. It's terrible. This kid is trapped. I hate it.
I'm a cynic. I can't help it, I usually think people have an angle. It's easy for me to believe that someone is taking advantage of someone else. But there are a few things that I've managed to maintain a rock steady belief in, and now I'm so disillusioned by a profession that I always had a good opinion of. I trust doctors, just like I trust scientists, just like I trust writers and artists. And yeah, they might be wrong, they might diagnose something in error or come up with a false theory, or they might just be in it for the money, but I always thought those people, at least, had some kind of moral compass. And what these doctors do to these intersex kids is inexcusable. They're not misinformed, they're not working off of incorrect theories. They're doing something that is not only against the wishes of the parents, but it's dead wrong.
I don't want to lose faith in people any more. There's so few things that I have faith in. I feel like I have to find something incorruptible, like Allison, who believes in herself and in grass. I believe in...I don't know.
Last night I got a call from Allie (not my girlfriend, my "best friend") at 1 in the morning. She calls me all freaked out because her boyfriend is threatening to kill some guy and I totally believe her, he's got major anger issues. I told her to leave him. She does not need this shit She sounded scared to death on the phone, and even though I can hardly find anything in common with her any more, I still want her to be safe...well, today she calls again and says she's staying with him and that she wasn't really as scared as she sounded last night. WHAT THE FUCK I am so mad I can't even see straight. She's pulled this shit before. She always does this-calls at some absurd time of night, exaggerates whatever she's feeling, and doesn't follow my advice, ever. EVER. I'm fucking done with it. She is determined to fuck herself over, and I'll be god damned if I stand in her way any longer. If she won't listen to my advice, if she'll keep scaring me with her overdramatic, shitty lies, I will not be sucked into her problems any more. She's still a kid. She's still the goddamn 13 year old I became friends with, and I'm an adult with a real life and responsibilities and my own fucking problems, and if she won't leave her boyfriend even when he threatens to kill people and fucking means it, I'm done. She's not empowered, not even a little bit...I don't know. I don't want to be dragged down with her. I know it's selfish but I've been selfless for her ever since I met her, and there's been no return on it. I don't even like her most of the time. The only reason I'm still answering the phone is because she's so utterly incapable of taking care of herself, and I'm so fucking stupid and enabling. Thank god I'm not a parent.
I miss my sister a lot. We've been talking on the phone pretty often, and I love listening to her. She's just filling me with hope. She's mature and empowered! She knows exactly what she wants and she's smart enough to get it. So what if she's a little uptight about some stuff? I don't care, I'm gaining such an appreciation for her lately.
I am so fucking in love with Allison. She's such a sweetheart. Now I just need to figure out how I can show her how much I love her, and maybe work up the courage to say those words to her face, instead of wimping out with "You're awesome" or "I like you". I love her, I really really do. I'm so happy about us but at the same time I'm dead scared of when we'll break up. Is that self defeating? I know this relationship isn't going to last forever, and I don't really want it to last forever. But I love her. Maybe it's because she's my first girlfriend, my first kiss, etcetera...
I'm teetering between depressed and enraged, right now...I really, really wanted to go, and the trip back was really shitty (we got pulled over for speeding among other things). I am fucking glad my Grandad's okay, of course, but my Nana is kind of difficult in an emergency situation, she gets all hysterical and forgetful, and then spends the next two days telling us it's going to be alright. I know it's just her trying to deal with being scared, but she always sees the worst possible scenario and forgets where everything is...plus they brought roughly everything they own with them, so unpacking was a terror.
I called my friend Allie, who's in california for most of the summer, hoping for some sympathy, and just got some more of her boy problems and her talking to someone else while I was on the phone with her. I guess the trip just brought out the worst in everyone. Oh well, it's almost over now, and I guess I can get on with my boring-ass summer.
I'm really down right now, in case you can't tell...hopefully Lacey and I can go tagging this weekend, that would cheer me right the fuck up. It's hard to be depressed around Lacey, I don't know why, she's just a somewhat cheering person all in all.
Well, fuck, this isn't a me I usually like to show off, and I'm sure the fact that I'm trying to end my caffiene addiction isn't helping my outlook any...oh well, I'll get over it.
Good things that have happened recently:
I'm finally writing on my story reliably, rather than just writing a page and then quitting. It feels so good.
I saw an old guy pop a wheelie on his motorized wheelchair this morning. How awesome is that dude?
I had some really good food on the road, which was nice.
He stood on the pavement looking up at her, shouting curses, hating her so goddamn much he could barely get the words out. She leaned over the railings, screaming right back. A small crowd had gathered, too -- New Yorkers always love a good peice of theater.
And just like a bad romantic comedy, she began hurling his things down at him-- his framed posters, his weight training equipment. His clothes twisted in the air, his tshirts floated on the breeze before they dropped. Then she was holding a clear glass bowl, tipping the water out. His goldfish flashed in the air like a tiny squirming jewel. As the water rained down, it was still trying to swim and for a moment it hungs suspended in the fluid, as if gravity took the day off. Then, a small wet thump.
He spews obscenities and she throws his posessions down, and on the ground between them, his goldfish flops weakly, gills gaping and closing, slower...slower.
