UCSC is very different than what I'm used to. It's beautiful. Lots and lots of trees. Forest everywhere. The campus is just little clusters of buildings inside vast amounts of trees with deer wandering around. I'm in Porter college. I think there might be more pot smoking going on here than I saw at Burning Man. Kind of missing the urban ( Read more... )

 Ich habe morgen einen Prüfung. Meinen große Prüfung ist Freitag der 22 März. Ich bin ein bisschen nervös, aber ich will gut Deutsch lernen. Ich gehe am Freitag nach Davis, weil ich meiner Freundin und meiner Familie lieben.  Ich hat keine Liebe für Dativ. Ich spreche nicht gut Deutsch, aber ich lerne. Ich habe gestern Suppe gegessen. Ich hat kein ( Read more... )

 I never want to apply to anything ever again as long as I live. Seriously. This school year has included 4 transfer apps, the disability social security app, countless job applications and now I'm working on one for a paid internship doing grant writing in SF this summer.  The disability app is the worst. They want all my medical information in my ( Read more... )

 As of today, I am officially taking  Pamelor aka Nortriptyline. It's the predecessor to drugs like Paxel and Zoloft, which fortunately means very cheap generic brands are on the market ( Read more... )

As of today, I am officially dysthymic. This is the most obvious diagnosis I've had since coming out as queer. I fit the DSM-IV perfectly:

A. A person has depressed mood for most the time almost every day for at least two years. Children and adolescents may have irritable mood, and the time frame is at least one year.

B. While depressed, a person ( Read more... )

Classes this semester:

German, 5 days a week
TA (for the same credits as if I were taking the class) for a PHIL professor.
Transformative Knowledge (Phil)
Sophomore English

Have my first German test this Friday. We shall see how this goes. I'm surprised how much we got through this week: basic phrases, the alphabet, numbers, colors, classroom objects, ( Read more... )

 Today, in college, I learned how to spell me name.

fau-ie-tseh-teh-oh-err-ess-ie-ah

Yay!

I know my alphabet, produce names,  basic greetings, names of family members and how to cuss things out. Odds and ends.

Das ist mir scheiss egal.

Also, my spelling is so bad it makes me cry.

Watch out German. Here I come. 

 Let's talk one holiday without depression (and no alcohol ( Read more... )

 It's crunch time. And I'm sick. One of those colds where you appear to be functioning normally, but you brain has to trudge through oatmeal to get any thinking done and your body can manage simple tasks like walking and sitting, but that's about it. And you want to sleep all day. Not conducive to writing metaphysics papers. Or studying for the ( Read more... )

 I just got my 2 copies of Best Les in the mail! It's very exciting. I have a story published in it. And an author bio. Which is generally awesome because I've never published any writing before and who doesn't love lesbian erotica? Besides gay men, that is. And even then ( Read more... )