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I am sitting on my bed in a lovely, well-lit room in East Vancouver in house that Chris, Mike and most notably at this moment, I live in.
The nice thing about owning almost nothing is that moving takes literally five minutes if you don't count the drive from Burnaby. The place is working out extremely nicely, and my lack of furniture turned out to be a non-issue thanks to my ingenuity and Bunny having a spare matress. I've concluded that I really do lead a charmed life.
On this note, I am, I suppose, seeing someone. Honestly, I have not felt this happy-excited-butterflyed-giggly about someone in what feels like centuries but christ, it's like that part of me just woke up when I met her. Her name is Jessie, she studies Classics at UBC and is absolutely stunning in many ways. I've scarcely thought of anything else.
Which is problematic, since I have a women's studies paper due tomorrow morning that I am seriously stuck about. In a flurry of productivity, I got to page five (it's supposed to be ten) and ran out of ideas entirely. I've managed to make it nearly six but six is not eight-to-ten. Therein lies the problem. Also that this is my LAST ASSIGNMENT and I am really not in the mood to do it but my grade relies really heavily on this.
I would really like school to be over plzkthx.
Today I took a shower in a real bathtub and cooked myself some spiced aggplant with spinach. I have done neither of these in MONTHS.
BLISS.
If someone wants to give me some fresh ideas on how we treat menstruation like a disorder, I'd love to hear them, because I am fresh out.
The nice thing about owning almost nothing is that moving takes literally five minutes if you don't count the drive from Burnaby. The place is working out extremely nicely, and my lack of furniture turned out to be a non-issue thanks to my ingenuity and Bunny having a spare matress. I've concluded that I really do lead a charmed life.
On this note, I am, I suppose, seeing someone. Honestly, I have not felt this happy-excited-butterflyed-giggly about someone in what feels like centuries but christ, it's like that part of me just woke up when I met her. Her name is Jessie, she studies Classics at UBC and is absolutely stunning in many ways. I've scarcely thought of anything else.
Which is problematic, since I have a women's studies paper due tomorrow morning that I am seriously stuck about. In a flurry of productivity, I got to page five (it's supposed to be ten) and ran out of ideas entirely. I've managed to make it nearly six but six is not eight-to-ten. Therein lies the problem. Also that this is my LAST ASSIGNMENT and I am really not in the mood to do it but my grade relies really heavily on this.
I would really like school to be over plzkthx.
Today I took a shower in a real bathtub and cooked myself some spiced aggplant with spinach. I have done neither of these in MONTHS.
BLISS.
If someone wants to give me some fresh ideas on how we treat menstruation like a disorder, I'd love to hear them, because I am fresh out.