I just got back from running alone through the dark campus. As I walked back to my apartment on the path where several sexual assaults occured in November, I again wished I had been attacked instead. I've been preparing myself since before middle school, and I believe I'm more ready and able to defend and counter-attack than most women. In fact, I ( Read more... )

I just fucking graduated!!!!! Woooo!

Nevermind the car wreck in the blizzard and the night spent in the truck stop, the months of agonizing, stressing, hating this place and my work. I'm done and I'm really proud of what I've produced. I'm fucking awesome.

Hate mysteries, hate decisions, and I love surprises (the givin' and the gettin').

It was a very drunken night, though I didn't get to drink. Some stupid fucking drunk schmuck ran into my car and tried to weasel out of it, and I settled for exchanging info and leaving because I didn't want to miss Sean Garrison's set. I hate that guy, though. Grr. Ran 2.5 miles today fantasizing about telling him what a terrible person he is and ( Read more... )

Hmm. I'm feeling the need for a happy post. Dance Party ruled. Lots of good people showed up, and the best ones danced. Highway to Hell got cut off, and people weren't feeling my Britney Spears, but it was still cool. Several people were sick, and though I'm usually good at being that person that never catches it, seems this time it hit me. ( Read more... )

Cool. Now I'm sick, too.

This project is INSANITY. I don't know how I'll graduate Hampshire with a cent of self-esteem left in my pocket.

Family's more important to me than it ever has been. They're the only people I can depend on to truly be there forever; we've been through a lot, I've done a lot, and they still love me. We still talk to each other, and these past few years we've started to enjoy each other again; it gets a little better every time I come home ( Read more... )

I'm basically living on the houseboat while I'm home, so call this number whenever: 594.9347.

I’ll elaborate on my last sensational entry, since several friends have questioned me about it ( Read more... )

I hate men. I don't care.

Most frustrating is the fact that I won't hate men tomorrow. Then, something else will happen, a friend will tell another story, and I'll dream of gas chambers again, but it will dissipate. No in between, it's all or nothing. I'll fuck them, I'll hate them, I'll love them. Forever and ever.