In which Darcy is a nerd, and shaves her legs
Today, I became over-excited over history homework. Feeling virtuous for already working on my IDs, I sat down with my Texas-School-Board-approved book and began to read about the Revolutionary War. When I got to Common Sense, I think my pulse increased and I cheered for Paine, 'cause really, Mirah, he was incredibly awesome and it was about time someone told people what was what. When, straight from the kick to the nads that Common Sense had provided, Congress ratified the Declaration of Independence, my fist was halfway into the air before I realized I was sitting in my kitchen cheering on a history book.
Perhaps this is the time to confess that I went to history camp at the Museum of Industry in elementary school or early middle school, I forget which. I refuse to deny it. On a related note, it's amazing how much better I feel about myself when I'm dancing again, irregardless of the stigma about weight that everyone associates with the dancing world. I'd always danced so much until I just wasn't that I never made the connection before.
On an entirely unrelated note, I've caught brief winds of odd things lately, and would like to set the record straight: I am NOT a lesbian. I shaved my head and only sometimes my legs, but all the same, I am not attracted to women (even if aestheticly I think women win over men). I was going to make an exception for Renn, but then I discovered she was proposing to other people behind my back, and now I shall never run off to Massachusetts with her. So, Non-Lesbian it is.
Of course, I've never really liked to define sexuality one way or another. I like to think of people as people, and I'm attracted to who I'm attracted to. I'm afraid that if I define myself as straight, someday I will be attracted to a non-male; and then might miss out on it because I thought of myself as straight and thus couldn't be interested in anyone else.
Perhaps this is the time to confess that I went to history camp at the Museum of Industry in elementary school or early middle school, I forget which. I refuse to deny it. On a related note, it's amazing how much better I feel about myself when I'm dancing again, irregardless of the stigma about weight that everyone associates with the dancing world. I'd always danced so much until I just wasn't that I never made the connection before.
On an entirely unrelated note, I've caught brief winds of odd things lately, and would like to set the record straight: I am NOT a lesbian. I shaved my head and only sometimes my legs, but all the same, I am not attracted to women (even if aestheticly I think women win over men). I was going to make an exception for Renn, but then I discovered she was proposing to other people behind my back, and now I shall never run off to Massachusetts with her. So, Non-Lesbian it is.
Of course, I've never really liked to define sexuality one way or another. I like to think of people as people, and I'm attracted to who I'm attracted to. I'm afraid that if I define myself as straight, someday I will be attracted to a non-male; and then might miss out on it because I thought of myself as straight and thus couldn't be interested in anyone else.