Dark, You Can't Come Soon Enough For Me...
Statistics
100% on all my homeworks.
80 on my first test. That's the highest score I've made on a math test in years. I credit Bobby, Ryan and Brian, who for some odd reason, all made lower than I did.
Women's Studies
Yep, still hate this teacher. Still tend to ignore my work. Still seeking a topic for my research paper (last time I did Gail Kim leaving TNA over the salary dispute with her getting paid significantly lesser than the male headliners, which segued into women's salaries as being less than men's for doing equal work). Still wish people didn't equate "Feminist" with man-hating, Birkenstock-wearing, bowl-cut lesbians in hipster glasses.
Biology
Oh holy fuck, I do not understand anything you people are trying to teach me.
xxx
Saw Inglourious Basterds again, and am lining up a third time with my dad. Possibly a fourth with Brandon and Katie. I am down with that in a serious, serious way. Best movie I've seen in years. Doing my best not to fangirl out and spend a full paragraph talking about how fucking sexy pretty much everyone in the cast is.
Finally saw Milk. Cried like a baby. This has had me thinking alot about activisim in the gay community, which I've only ever been marginally involved in (via Jason and the JASMYN organization, mostly). Gays who refuse to come out piss me off in the same way as women who don't vote- I can understand reasons for both (you have to protect yourself if your family will throw you out, you aren't informed about the candidates), but for shit's sakes. People have DIED so that we had to right to NOT be beaten in the streets or when we try to walk into the polls. Soldiers die EVERY SINGLE DAY to gaurantee me the right to speak my mind- even if it's met with a less-than-constitutional response.
I nailed the President position of Political and Rational Discourse. I'm now running the club with my trusty secretary, Chelsea, and the professor who I respect and admire (and still want to fuck the living hell out of). Jason asked me to join FCCJ Pride as an officer. I think I'm gonna do it. I take on a lot of responsibility, admittedly- but now I'm only on call two nights out of the month, and I do have some time I could devote to trying to help. It's worth a shot.
Facebook is eating my life. I see everything in wall-shots now. And I found Dixie, who was one of my best friends when I lived in Alabama. This reunion may be met with disastrous results, but I guess we'll see.
xxx
I need to write again. My fingers are getting itchy on the inside. My book has been finished for almost two years now...it's more than time to get back on the ball.
Still. Need. Internet. And rent. But that's another story. Maybe I'll auction off personal stories in a "Brianne Needs Some Fucking Rent Money" ball or something. Having driven to Alabama is STILL fucking with me financially- and that's exactly what I get for not being more cautious when I know I'm making a bad fiscal call.
xxx
Monday was six years since my mother died. I'm as okay as I've ever been. I went through the box of her things that I crammed in and promptly sealed off with duct tape when I moved. I started to open it a few years ago only to find I definitely wasn't ready yet, but the time came, and I was ready.
It still smelled like her. That's some damn good duct tape.
I didn't remember how much gold jewelry she used to wear, but apparently, it was a lot. There were three seperate boxes of mismatched earrings, old necklaces, and my baby teeth. I picked out the pieces I remember, the pieces that I liked, and the rest are probably going to be sold as gold's fetching a nice price nowadays. I struggled with that decision for a while- Cynthia on one hand insisted that it was my mother's jewelry and I'd regret selling it even if I'll probably never wear or use it, and Brandon on the other argued that my mother would want to do everything in her power to help me get by, and if I'm not going to wear or use it, why keep it?
I see what an amazingly talented lawyer he's becoming every day. I'm a little scared for his humanity. But Katie is a fantastic person, and the two of them seem to anchor one another well. He has changed so much, grown so much. I am so proud of him I can't really describe it.
And, because when it rains memories, it fucking floods, an old friend and his wife (who he was dating in high school when I left Alabama- they now have 3 kids) emailed me on Tuesday. He was the person who took care of me when Rita went to tell her mother what happened that morning- he gave me his phone card so I could call my father (our phone had been disconnected at the house). He was always funny, and supportive, and adorable, and I appreciated everything he did for me. I was never close with her, but her mother died the year before, so for the first six months or so that I lived here, she wrote me letters of encouragement. Fantastic people. So now maybe I get the chance to tell them that.
But the sky is gorgeous today- it's a little muggy, but when I'm out of this store it'll feel fantastic. I have a lot of cleaning and cooking ahead of me at home tonight, but it's all good.
I need to run.
xxx
Bre