framing narrative.
ryan pointed out that it's been awhile since i've updated my journal. is it possible that i've stopped living for possible livejournal updates? possibly. however, i don't feel like studying for my gender & society test or changing my flat tire, so i suppose it's time for an update.
i'm striving to find...peace, i guess i could say, in every moment, and it's working beautifully. molly and i are back together and working to have the relationship we both want. i don't have much else to say about this besides that i love her and i'm grateful that she is my partner. spring term is arranging itself around a series of adventures, both orchestrated and spontaneous. nick and i keep a list of things that we'd like to do before the end of the term in my wallet, which we update while feeding our swing set addiction.
even though molly is in pocatello, this weekend is shaping up nicely. yesterday i played with ryan. we had sushi at shige's and adventured around downtown boise on foot before returning to caldwell to do laundry for crimes of the heart. ryan tried on wigs while we laundered, and we saw a little bit of nick & david before heading to jack in the box to get play-dough (with kid's meals, naturally). when we arrived at ryan's, we constructed a kick-ass blanket fort. we ended the night in our blanket fort, drinking shiraz, eating cheez-its, listening to tori and patty, and talking to one another. i passed out after the third glass of wine.
and woke up around noon, when we ate brunch at pollo rey before going to get my passport photos taken. this ordeal was followed by a walk around downtown cuz it's a gorgeous day. there were even a pair of mallard ducks in the fountain by what i think is city hall. i tried not to fall asleep as ryan drove me back to caldwell.
where i went to smoke hookah in the sigma chi's backyard with nick, david, brian, and emily. it was good stuff, too. i felt relaxed, but nowhere near as zen as the folks who had been there all day. i thought nick was going to fall asleep at dinner. we were supposed to have fabulous adventures today, but i think studying will have to do. otherwise, i might try to find a way over to kylie's to play, or go to the party at james' house.
meanwhile, i am going to anaheim with molly in two weeks to present a paper on deriving a queer guide to action from confessional narratives. i've officially applied to go study & research in amsterdam next fall. i'm currently seriously questioning the validity of the current epistemological split of sexuality and gender and wondering one can study and evaluate both phenomena while acknowledging we can never fully understand how they operate as separate entities. i'm also doing research on queer femininity and writing poetry, but not enough music.
and i'm in love with singing, possibly for the first time in my life. i've always liked to do it, but never like this.
time to finish letters and study guides and partial poems...
i'm striving to find...peace, i guess i could say, in every moment, and it's working beautifully. molly and i are back together and working to have the relationship we both want. i don't have much else to say about this besides that i love her and i'm grateful that she is my partner. spring term is arranging itself around a series of adventures, both orchestrated and spontaneous. nick and i keep a list of things that we'd like to do before the end of the term in my wallet, which we update while feeding our swing set addiction.
even though molly is in pocatello, this weekend is shaping up nicely. yesterday i played with ryan. we had sushi at shige's and adventured around downtown boise on foot before returning to caldwell to do laundry for crimes of the heart. ryan tried on wigs while we laundered, and we saw a little bit of nick & david before heading to jack in the box to get play-dough (with kid's meals, naturally). when we arrived at ryan's, we constructed a kick-ass blanket fort. we ended the night in our blanket fort, drinking shiraz, eating cheez-its, listening to tori and patty, and talking to one another. i passed out after the third glass of wine.
and woke up around noon, when we ate brunch at pollo rey before going to get my passport photos taken. this ordeal was followed by a walk around downtown cuz it's a gorgeous day. there were even a pair of mallard ducks in the fountain by what i think is city hall. i tried not to fall asleep as ryan drove me back to caldwell.
where i went to smoke hookah in the sigma chi's backyard with nick, david, brian, and emily. it was good stuff, too. i felt relaxed, but nowhere near as zen as the folks who had been there all day. i thought nick was going to fall asleep at dinner. we were supposed to have fabulous adventures today, but i think studying will have to do. otherwise, i might try to find a way over to kylie's to play, or go to the party at james' house.
meanwhile, i am going to anaheim with molly in two weeks to present a paper on deriving a queer guide to action from confessional narratives. i've officially applied to go study & research in amsterdam next fall. i'm currently seriously questioning the validity of the current epistemological split of sexuality and gender and wondering one can study and evaluate both phenomena while acknowledging we can never fully understand how they operate as separate entities. i'm also doing research on queer femininity and writing poetry, but not enough music.
and i'm in love with singing, possibly for the first time in my life. i've always liked to do it, but never like this.
time to finish letters and study guides and partial poems...