and the shields are left to rust
today i am supposed to write 750 words about "your initial impressions of the History of early Latin America". in this case "History" with a capital h means that it is the construct created by the eurocentric conquerors as opposed to little-h oral histories. jesus christ i hate basic cultural studies bullshit I JUST WANTED TO LEARN ABOUT LATIN AMERICA. i hang out in fandom I ALREADY KNOW EUROPEANS SUCK.
i voted in the ontario provincial election the other day, which was kind of depressing because i felt like my vote was wasted (GET MMP). i voted ndp. the liberals won. whatever, orange looks good on nobody.
i have a stupid question because i have never lived on my own before and we don't have a compost bucket. (should we get one? is there anything you can do with compost when you're living in an apartment?) i have a french press for my coffee; it works amazingly and i love it. but i have no idea how to clean it? like obvs. wash it/etc, but how do you get rid of the grinds? tipping them down the sink doesn't seem like the most effective solution and just picking up the bulk of them doesn't get everything. i tried washing it out + flushing the contents down the toilet but that seems weird.
i saw my parents this weekend but i had to bail to write this fucking essay and i didn't get much of it done last night and now i miss my mom so much it's ridiculous, like an actual physical pain in the chest.
for hilarity: at home i was vaaaguely indie, like my music taste was not the norm at all (even i wasn't like super alternative or anything). here? i can't actually mention that i like florence otherwise i get judged. there is a boy i am friends with who has the most indie music taste ever like he and a mutual friend literally had a twenty minute conversation about bands and i understood none of it.
i want to write but i can't think of anything to write about. ugh.
i voted in the ontario provincial election the other day, which was kind of depressing because i felt like my vote was wasted (GET MMP). i voted ndp. the liberals won. whatever, orange looks good on nobody.
i have a stupid question because i have never lived on my own before and we don't have a compost bucket. (should we get one? is there anything you can do with compost when you're living in an apartment?) i have a french press for my coffee; it works amazingly and i love it. but i have no idea how to clean it? like obvs. wash it/etc, but how do you get rid of the grinds? tipping them down the sink doesn't seem like the most effective solution and just picking up the bulk of them doesn't get everything. i tried washing it out + flushing the contents down the toilet but that seems weird.
i saw my parents this weekend but i had to bail to write this fucking essay and i didn't get much of it done last night and now i miss my mom so much it's ridiculous, like an actual physical pain in the chest.
for hilarity: at home i was vaaaguely indie, like my music taste was not the norm at all (even i wasn't like super alternative or anything). here? i can't actually mention that i like florence otherwise i get judged. there is a boy i am friends with who has the most indie music taste ever like he and a mutual friend literally had a twenty minute conversation about bands and i understood none of it.
i want to write but i can't think of anything to write about. ugh.