be nice to me. I'm bleeding.
Menstruation Week is in full swing with painful, sharp cramping, irrational moodswings, and of course, bleeding.
This morning was quiet with Jessica sleeping, the television turned off (thank god), and only the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard as I finished off a paper for European Literature. I basically explained that I am not to be trusted if by trust you mean security, because my intentions are not necessarily related to yours. Nor are my interests.
I wonder what her response will be.
Lithography is thoroughly enjoyable. Nothing like exploring a "new" medium and translating a meaningful idea visually. And so, I practically floated out of the printmaking studio, making my way down the damp sidewalk and to my next class.
Then I started feeling mellow and worn-out. Milky Way bar to the rescue.
It helped that I found the Art Forum and Art News periodicals in the library that Koterbay told me about! For the record, Karen O and art go smashingly well together and I recommend dancing between articles.
My FMLA meeting was going well until one of the girls, a self-proclaimed environmentalist, began talking about how amazing Al Gore is, which compelled me to vomit my partially digested candy bar all over her. Unfortunately, I haven't mastered that skill just yet, so I had to settle with mentally plotting my response at a future date.
Many of the "group" concerns are of no interest to me -- in fact, I refuse to participate in a few events they'll be holding on campus. (International Woman's Day? Lame.) However, there are some issues that are very important, such as maintaining the choices available to women concerning sex and reproduction. I may be attending a conference in Washington D.C. on a weekend in late March, National Young Women's Leadership Conference: From Campus to Congress, which will probably a combination of educational and irritating.
Later, again with the melancholia. Fuck.
I want to steal Jessica's heating pad and read in bed for the next few hours while eating take-out Chinese food, specifically shrimp lo mein. Listening to Nina would be nice, too. I'll push my books out of bed to make room for you, if you want, but I don't think I'd be willing to share my food. It is that time of the month, you know.
This morning was quiet with Jessica sleeping, the television turned off (thank god), and only the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard as I finished off a paper for European Literature. I basically explained that I am not to be trusted if by trust you mean security, because my intentions are not necessarily related to yours. Nor are my interests.
I wonder what her response will be.
Lithography is thoroughly enjoyable. Nothing like exploring a "new" medium and translating a meaningful idea visually. And so, I practically floated out of the printmaking studio, making my way down the damp sidewalk and to my next class.
Then I started feeling mellow and worn-out. Milky Way bar to the rescue.
It helped that I found the Art Forum and Art News periodicals in the library that Koterbay told me about! For the record, Karen O and art go smashingly well together and I recommend dancing between articles.
My FMLA meeting was going well until one of the girls, a self-proclaimed environmentalist, began talking about how amazing Al Gore is, which compelled me to vomit my partially digested candy bar all over her. Unfortunately, I haven't mastered that skill just yet, so I had to settle with mentally plotting my response at a future date.
Many of the "group" concerns are of no interest to me -- in fact, I refuse to participate in a few events they'll be holding on campus. (International Woman's Day? Lame.) However, there are some issues that are very important, such as maintaining the choices available to women concerning sex and reproduction. I may be attending a conference in Washington D.C. on a weekend in late March, National Young Women's Leadership Conference: From Campus to Congress, which will probably a combination of educational and irritating.
Later, again with the melancholia. Fuck.
I want to steal Jessica's heating pad and read in bed for the next few hours while eating take-out Chinese food, specifically shrimp lo mein. Listening to Nina would be nice, too. I'll push my books out of bed to make room for you, if you want, but I don't think I'd be willing to share my food. It is that time of the month, you know.