My last huge term paper as an undergrad is the following, for my feminist theory class ( Read more... )

Leave a comment for... yadda yadda, you know the drill ( Read more... )

So I wrote my resume. Or at least, I wrote an early half-finished draft of one and it's too long and needs to be cut down.

But this is really a long resume. I think so, anyway. My first reaction after reading it: What the hell? When did I have time for all this? Multiple volunteer work, multiple honors including a semester of dean's list, a bunch ( Read more... )

I could really go for some female company. I don't mean sexual at all, though I could always go for some hot makeouts. I mean just a female friend to hang out with, drink wine and watch chick flicks with. That's what I wanted tonight. I just wanted to girl out tonight and relax ( Read more... )

( In which our heroine muses on the Battlestar season finale. Spoilers within if you haven't seen. )

( In which our heroine synthesizes several levels of thought in her head in a way that only happens in the middle of the night. Cut for compassion. )

Cute. Accurate, and cute.

-Allison tested

( In which our heroine writes herself a letter )

After dinner yesterday, I ran into Pride people having dinner at the campus food court. I went over to talk to them, and while I was talking to some friends, I ran into Zac ( Read more... )

Dear World,

Could I please have a day when I don't have to come out? At all? Where I could pretend for one fleeting day to be normal? I mean, all it takes is me not opening my big mouth. I know how ridiculous that idea is: me elect not to talk?

No?

Damn. Worth a shot.

-Allison tried