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I have a roommate who likes to clean. That would be fine if she were only cleaning the sinks and floors and what-not, but the fact that today I got up to use the bathroom and when I came back, all of my stuff was moved from the couch to the top of the washer makes me want to pull my hair out...or hers. Did she move it because she wanted to sit there? No, of course not! She just thought that my books had been left there overnight. I very nearly yelled at her, sent her a few glares, and walked out the door, leaving as much of my stuff in the living room as I possibly could. "You guys are going to laugh at me, but do you think you could move your stuff off the washer and dryer?" is getting to be a very old phrase. Good thing we already told her she's not living with us next year. Unfortunately, we're still with her this summer, but at least Alesia will be in my room. Hopefully it won't be so bad. And Ciara will be with us. I think summer's shaping up loverly-y.
The only problem is I don't know where I'm going to be working. Big problem.
I had a dream one night that my dad was trying to kill me and I figured out that it was because I've been letting the male side of me take over. I've been glorifying all of the traditionally "masculine" characteristics that I have while completely disregarding the feminine. Dang, but I love my Women's Lit class.
There's this boy who thinks that I'm in love with him, which is really annoying, because, honestly, I just want to be friends with him and make out with his brother. It's such a pain.
One of the girls in Creative Non-Fiction wrote an essay about breasts and included pictures. It was interesting, but the point she was trying to make was that everyone's breasts are normal by pointing out that some African tribe she lived with once was perfectly happy letting their chests air out, and, somehow, that just didn't seem to me like the perfect statement. And I was not cool with that one guy in my class checking out my chest the whole time he was talking about the essay and then making jokes about study a-broad. Dar!
So, I really should be working on a paper right now...
The only problem is I don't know where I'm going to be working. Big problem.
I had a dream one night that my dad was trying to kill me and I figured out that it was because I've been letting the male side of me take over. I've been glorifying all of the traditionally "masculine" characteristics that I have while completely disregarding the feminine. Dang, but I love my Women's Lit class.
There's this boy who thinks that I'm in love with him, which is really annoying, because, honestly, I just want to be friends with him and make out with his brother. It's such a pain.
One of the girls in Creative Non-Fiction wrote an essay about breasts and included pictures. It was interesting, but the point she was trying to make was that everyone's breasts are normal by pointing out that some African tribe she lived with once was perfectly happy letting their chests air out, and, somehow, that just didn't seem to me like the perfect statement. And I was not cool with that one guy in my class checking out my chest the whole time he was talking about the essay and then making jokes about study a-broad. Dar!
So, I really should be working on a paper right now...