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So, I said to myself, tonight I'll try that Mellow Tea from Aroma's which Andrew gave me for my birthday. I made a big ol' pot of it and drank it over the course of the night, then I got ready for and went to bed around 11:00. Then I didn't fall asleep. And I still haven't fallen asleep. Let me check the ingredients on that tea:
chamomile, hops, peppermint, lemon balm, catnip, oatstraw, scullcap, lemon verbena, French lavender, English lavender, and St. John's wort.
Wait, I know nothing about tea, except that chamomile and peppermint make me sleepy. I'm sorry, but did that say "catnip"? Well, I think the problem is the presence of both English and French lavender. Surely the rivalry between the English and French extends so deeply it is even felt between their varieties of lavender and the tea made from them, and that conflict is raging inside me presently.
As I predicted, a possible solution to my future roommate shortage walked in my door. Kris, a.k.a. kedronadamant, will be going to HSU next year and may need a place to live.
Either the tea has driven me mad, or the Entry field on this Update Journal page is slowly growing in width. It has gone beyond the page margin, and JUST KEEPS GROWING.
I've had many discussions lately on the vast, systematic, and continual failing of the Queer Student Union. As possible solo co-chair next semester (I'll be an oxymoron!) I'm planning on trying to greatly improve the club. I've successfully made it to the question, uh, so, like, what do you guys, um, do? To which I respond, um, yeah. stuff.
Are we political or social? Can we be both? A random person I met today said she felt we should be a support group for people having trouble coming/being out. The possibilities are really endless. I guess I don't really know what the queer community wants for needs. If there's one thing I've learned, asking them does no good, and then they never come back to meetings. I only get one chance at this. I'm going to put my full energy into this next semester, accomplish an impressive amount, figure out where the group wants to go, lead them there, burn out, crash and burn, steal club funds and disappear forever.
The Entry field is now a good two inches past the page margin.
Say, you there, yes, you reading this, you're queer, why the hell don't you come to QSU meetings?
chamomile, hops, peppermint, lemon balm, catnip, oatstraw, scullcap, lemon verbena, French lavender, English lavender, and St. John's wort.
Wait, I know nothing about tea, except that chamomile and peppermint make me sleepy. I'm sorry, but did that say "catnip"? Well, I think the problem is the presence of both English and French lavender. Surely the rivalry between the English and French extends so deeply it is even felt between their varieties of lavender and the tea made from them, and that conflict is raging inside me presently.
As I predicted, a possible solution to my future roommate shortage walked in my door. Kris, a.k.a. kedronadamant, will be going to HSU next year and may need a place to live.
Either the tea has driven me mad, or the Entry field on this Update Journal page is slowly growing in width. It has gone beyond the page margin, and JUST KEEPS GROWING.
I've had many discussions lately on the vast, systematic, and continual failing of the Queer Student Union. As possible solo co-chair next semester (I'll be an oxymoron!) I'm planning on trying to greatly improve the club. I've successfully made it to the question, uh, so, like, what do you guys, um, do? To which I respond, um, yeah. stuff.
Are we political or social? Can we be both? A random person I met today said she felt we should be a support group for people having trouble coming/being out. The possibilities are really endless. I guess I don't really know what the queer community wants for needs. If there's one thing I've learned, asking them does no good, and then they never come back to meetings. I only get one chance at this. I'm going to put my full energy into this next semester, accomplish an impressive amount, figure out where the group wants to go, lead them there, burn out, crash and burn, steal club funds and disappear forever.
The Entry field is now a good two inches past the page margin.
Say, you there, yes, you reading this, you're queer, why the hell don't you come to QSU meetings?