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I woke up today in a terrible mood. Well, I kept waking up, then going back to sleep for an hour and dreaming about having gotten up anyway. It was sort of a waste of going back to sleep, but this happened seriously four times in a row. Anyway, I... have not changed out of my pyjamas today or even really moved much from the couch. At least I bought most of my textbooks! Otherwise, lazy lazy. I watched the first episode of SLiDE, this Australian show that's supposed to be a bit like Skins; the writing is pretty terrible, and the actors all look thirty, but it was surprisingly enjoyable. It will definitely become a guilty pleasure!
You Have One New Death is a devastating essay on The Hairpin about the weirdness of learning of friends' deaths via Facebook. It's something I can relate to, absolutely; there's nothing stranger than scrolling through your newsfeed and seeing person after person post sad faces and "R.I.P." statuses.
On a happier note, the marvelous operatingroom posted a list of 10 things she knows to be true. (Well, the link appears not to be working at the moment, but it's really beautiful anyway! Hopefully Carina can get it working soon.) Her best friend Isa wrote the same list for herself.
Anyway, I woke up in a bad mood but am feeling much happier now. At the very least, I'm really ready to go back to school; somehow I am following all these high school kids on Tumblr who are posting about their first days (haha), and the weather here is that August-humid with the thought of autumn in the air, exactly like it was on the first day of school throughout my nineteen years here. I'm ready to sit in classrooms again, ready to take notes and write papers and read articles. But tonight I am switching between Project Runway and Nole's match and feeling good.
EDIT: Also, this article, on the experiences of gay soldiers, is excellent. I highly recommend it. (While sitting here with me, the couples often hold hands under the table, but they are also ever watchful of the restaurant door in case someone from their base walks in.)
EDIT 2: It's late. "Like Y2K. Everyone went to the stores and bought all this stuff-you couldn't get toilet paper or water. It's the exact same thing, everyone building up this giant crazy massive change, like homosexuals are going to bring down the entire military. And it's just like any other change. Life goes on." is devastating me. I'm glad that I was able to walk around a city holding hands with a girl. I'm so sad that that level of security isn't available to some people. I wish I felt able to come out to some members of my family. I'm listening to I Often Dream of Trains, listening to a thunderstorm, and can't believe, maybe, how humanity decries itself. I'm glad that Perez Hilton can give interviews like this. (Today I saw a Sealy ad that included the tagline, "Whatever you do in bed, Sealy supports it." How wonderful!)
You Have One New Death is a devastating essay on The Hairpin about the weirdness of learning of friends' deaths via Facebook. It's something I can relate to, absolutely; there's nothing stranger than scrolling through your newsfeed and seeing person after person post sad faces and "R.I.P." statuses.
On a happier note, the marvelous operatingroom posted a list of 10 things she knows to be true. (Well, the link appears not to be working at the moment, but it's really beautiful anyway! Hopefully Carina can get it working soon.) Her best friend Isa wrote the same list for herself.
Anyway, I woke up in a bad mood but am feeling much happier now. At the very least, I'm really ready to go back to school; somehow I am following all these high school kids on Tumblr who are posting about their first days (haha), and the weather here is that August-humid with the thought of autumn in the air, exactly like it was on the first day of school throughout my nineteen years here. I'm ready to sit in classrooms again, ready to take notes and write papers and read articles. But tonight I am switching between Project Runway and Nole's match and feeling good.
EDIT: Also, this article, on the experiences of gay soldiers, is excellent. I highly recommend it. (While sitting here with me, the couples often hold hands under the table, but they are also ever watchful of the restaurant door in case someone from their base walks in.)
EDIT 2: It's late. "Like Y2K. Everyone went to the stores and bought all this stuff-you couldn't get toilet paper or water. It's the exact same thing, everyone building up this giant crazy massive change, like homosexuals are going to bring down the entire military. And it's just like any other change. Life goes on." is devastating me. I'm glad that I was able to walk around a city holding hands with a girl. I'm so sad that that level of security isn't available to some people. I wish I felt able to come out to some members of my family. I'm listening to I Often Dream of Trains, listening to a thunderstorm, and can't believe, maybe, how humanity decries itself. I'm glad that Perez Hilton can give interviews like this. (Today I saw a Sealy ad that included the tagline, "Whatever you do in bed, Sealy supports it." How wonderful!)