So, I realized that I had some things I was thinking about. And I wanted a forum for them that was somehow public, but not public to my current life. So I settled on this one ( Read more... )

I don't understand people. I don't understand people. I don't understand people.

I feel out of joint with life lately. Like a gangly child with too-big elbows in a crowded hallway. The world’s Matilda, only without Miss Honey to give me a copy of Moby Dick and make sense of it all ( Read more... )

Really, I just need to vent. I'm worried being stressed about work is part of what's keeping me up. Because, I have never been an insomniac, but I have spent the last two nights wide awake and miserable and I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown because of it. Damn am I a wreck without sleep ( Read more... )

Ok. I have an issue I'm dealing with. I have been raised with this perception that a woman is only either smart or beautiful. I am not sure what part of our culture it comes from, but I feel like there is this portrayal of very beautiful women as dumb or, at best, frivolous; and of very intelligent women as homely in some way ( Read more... )

My life has officially become written by sitcom writers. I flooded my kitchen with suds after running the dishes with liquid dish washing soap.

And, I'm fresh out of towels.

I'm getting to the point that I am completely wacked out after grading a gajillion essays/essay-like things. My grading is getting crueler and crueler and I'm becoming more and more angry and bitter. And I've still got so many to go--and I can't seem to feel ok about Christmas break until I'm done with them. And they are starting to affect my ( Read more... )

So I'm feeling tired, cranky and unappreciated. And I was at school 'till 6 and rushed home so I could shovel a few tacos down my throat, throw on some jeans, hop back in my car to head to the choir concert I promised to attend. And I didn't want to. I wanted to sit and relax and just...collect myself. But you know, I'm glad I went. For one ( Read more... )

I just re-read my diary from early high school. And I realized several important things about myself ( Read more... )

"Sorrows come not single spies but in battallions." Hamlet