Oh em gee, it's late.

ANd I've been dicking around on SG all night. Frills. Y'all are too much fun.

I used to hang out on here all the time, adn then stuff started getting not so much awesome. But I've found a pleasant group of y'alls again. :-)

So, since at least two of you guessed the right movie, you get a nudie:



Okay. . . semi-nudie.

Well. . . fully-clothed.

I'm still going through these proofs. It takes my computer forever to resize and all that stuff.

But. . . Here's a couple more:



Yeah?

I like the composition of this one, but I was having a major break out, so it neds to be retouched like woah:







ANyway. ENough of that.

We're having a Halloween party at my bar on the 24th. Be there and be drunk! Or just fabulous if you don't drink.



I need to get to sleep now.

Sittin' in the ol' lib'. Again. Where I almost always spend my brief breaks between classes.

My new flash drive is plugged into the tower. . . :-)

I haven't paid my cell phone bill yet. . . It was due a couple of days ago. Hm. . . Maybe I should maybe do that maybe. Maybe. Eh. I've been with the same carrier for something like five years and I've never been late. They can lick my butt and suck on my balls.

If any of you can identify the movie from which that particularly vulgar reference is taken, I'll post a nude pic from one of my photo shoots this summer. (Rough proofs only)

I've been caught in an interesting flirtation lately. Don't know how I feel about it. Not that I dislike the person. It's just that I don't know if I'm attracted enough to spend my rather valuable, extremely scarce free time with said individual. Said individual is rather attractive, and we have pretty good conversations, though. . . We'll see.

I really don't want to work on this stupid PowerPoint presentation. PowerPoint is sooooo bo. Sursly. No point to this class other than learning to use PP. Crappy-ass software. Stupid-ass class. Wasting my time and student loans. Bitches.

Well that was a load of profanity. . .


Qs:
1. What's your favorite yoga pose?
2. How many years have you been/were you in college (none is totally an acceptable answer)?
3. If we hooked up and I spent the night at your place, what would you serve me for brekky?
4. When was your last hook-up? Got one on the horizon?
5. What are you gonna be for Halloween this year? (Besides awesome and/or drunk and/or awesomely drunk.)

It's apple season. Oh joy!

Microsoft word is anti-feminist. "Masculinist", "androcentric", "constructionism", and a bunch of other important theory words don't exist in Microsoft land.

I bought a new 2gig flash drive. :-)

I'm hungry. I have sushi and soygurt and apples and strawberries in my backpack.

There are two highschool girls sitting across from me in the coffee shop. They're annoying. There's a cute dude sitting next to me. hehehe.

Off to work!

collateral damage
deathcamps
deathworthiness
gendered justice
retribution
disenfranchisement
utopias
sleeper cells
tumors
body technologies
cosmetic reconstruction
urban renewal
civil society
social capital
redlining
cosmic cooperation
intergalactic unitarianism
bat mitzvah
sea
performance
lactation
doing class
modified reality
hall of mirrors



homemade salsa study break shakespeare with ninjas interviews another day another dollar here we go again

I feel like crap.

Matt's headed back to Iraq in a couple of hours or days or something. He never did call me back.

My tummy has hurt for a couple of days.

I'm permanently tired and temporarily blue.

I want someone to snuggle with while I study. haha. But I REFUSE to drop my astronomically high standards.

Tell me dirty joke.

SOmeone tried to hold us up again last night.

But I found my slashed tires a couple of hours before close.

So the cops were in our lot the rest of the night.

They didn't take us seriously until they actually saw the guy casing us out.

Of course they didn't actually catch him or anything.

But my car is propped up on jacks in the parking lot still.

Fuck yeah.

Anyone know where I can get mace?

It's so good being me.

Don't you wih you could be a total dork? Be a dork. Post a pic in my comments of you being a dork.



I thought I was going to post something intelligent, but it seems my brain has gone to sleep. Shit. I guess I DO have class in eight hours, so maybe I need to get some sleep. . .

ANyhoot.




Come play with me, y'all.







1. Where are your favorite shoes at the moment?
2. How many times have you had sex this month?
3. Who is your favorite celebrity to hate/love?
4. What kind of sex toys do you have?
5. Ever killed one?

Sweatpants equals happy face.

Not that I'll wear them in public, but yeah.

The bookstore is having a sale. Kids at this school effing loooooooooove the school. Or just the clothes. F'rillz. I should do a study on how Flyers are prouder than everyone else, despite the fact that our teams aren't nationally known (our basketball team gets a lot of attention in the region, so much so that some people think the Dayton Flyers are a professional sports team and not a school's team. . . ). We're a tier 1 school, but mostly just 'cause we're private and expensive.

Everything is 30% off at the bookstore, so I went and got a pair of sweatpants. haha. My trackpants are too big, so I they're pretty uncomfortable. My other sweats are too short. So I got a pair of super-soft 'n' cozy sweats with my school name on 'em. I really can't wait to put them on when I get home tonight. :-D

I bought a lot of clothes this past weekend too. My mama and I went shopping. She got me a little dress and a lightweight sweater. I got myself two tank tops, two blouses, a pair of pants and some leggings from Express. And spent less than $75! Woot.

Everything's getting started with my research. I'm so excited. I'll be drawing up a survey soon to provide baseline data and so I can have some quantitative stuff in my paper. People still prefer stupid statistics. It'll be easier to demonstrate any difference between my cohort and the population this way, too. So.

I'm really surprised at the number of people from this site who responded to my open call for interviews. Whether or not they'll participate fully or provide usable data remains to be seen, but I'm sure there will be plenty of good stuff. I've got a local dancer and at least one informant for the actual site, and hopefully at least one more dancer. Negotiating interviews with local patrons is going to be difficult. My status as an attractive young woman studying sexual behavior, particularly behavior considered 'deviant' by some, puts me in an awkward place.

Be prepared for some interesting blogs. I'll be using this as my personal notes journal.

I love my future career. :-)





Anyhoot.

Why am I always hungry?


I'm stressed. I think I've taken on too much again. I have a really hard time getting up in the morning, and the days that I wait until the last minute, I'm grouchy. You'd think I'd know that I'll be grouchy if I don't get up and work out before starting my day, but no. . . I always hit the alarm and tell myself that four hours of sleep is better than three. Pfft. Not if you're rushing around and pissy about not getting enough exercise!

Who wants to start calling me everyday at 7:30 to make sure I'm up and headed out the door to run? No, really. My mom's usually super-busy by then.

Yes, I use my mom as an alarm clock sometimes. She's on Thai time, so she's always up at, like, four in the damn morning. haha


Oop. Gotta get to my fem. class. I heart my prof. She's physically very small, and has a very soft voice, but she played rugby, has two kids (both natural childbirth) and a PhD. Total badass. haha. Love it.



Qs:
1. Sweatpants in public: opinions?
2. Should I be allowed to say "ew" to creeps who ask me out or hit on me?
3. Should anyone?
4. What's your favorite mid-day snack?
5. How many pieces of fruit can you fit into your pockets?

exes and omgs!

1. TOtally overwhelmed.
2. Totally lonely.
3. Totally awesome.

Yay for cramps.

Oh wait, that's ironic.

I have seven vaginas today. haha. In my Psych of Women class, we were deconstructing Freud, and the prof brought up the concept of womb envy, as proposed by a contemporary of Freud's. In order to make the argument more salient, she used the metaphor of women carrying pencils as manifestations of penis envy (as per a standard Freudian theory), and then brought up womb envy by pointing at my friend Jay and asking how many pockets he had in his clothing today. He and I kept laughing about it in the (freezing cold) second floor hall of St. Joe's after class. THe second floor is even more full of conservatives (if not politcal/social, sexual), who thought we were the Satan with each hushed, jocular mention of the word "vagina".

So let's have an Eve Ensler moment, y'all:

YAY VAGINA!

Not yay uterus. I don't even need the damned thing. Fuckin' biology.


Okay, let's get away from anatomy for a moment shall we? (Oh, the many shades of meaning that has for a sex radical socialist feminist. . . )

A house at the end of my street is ALREADY decorated for Halloween, and has been for several days now. I mean, decked the fuck out! Shit all over the place. Look at your calender. IT'S SEPTEMBER FIFTH!!! 10 to 1 they have Christmas decorations up as soon as those go down!

Ugh. I'm so moody.

And I'm struggling with being nice lately. Lack of sleep, over-scheduling, stress, PMS. I'm a fucking ball of sunshine. Meh.


Qs:
1. What's your favorite body part (on you)?
2. What's your favorite body part on your partner (or ideal, imagined, whatever)?
3. What's your favorite body part, in general?
4. Do you find these questions offensive in a Petrarchian conceit sorta way?
5. Do you ever go numba 2 in public bathrooms?