"Many people believe, explicitly or implicitly, that romatic love, intimacy and connection are finite capabilities of which there is never enough to go around, and that if you give some to one person, you must be taking some away from another. We call this belief a 'starvation economy ( Read more... )

I only had one class today, so after that I biked to Union Springs and back, which is between seven and eight miles away. I feel good. So super good in fact, that I let myself sit down in front of the TV for half an hour to watch Boy Meets World. I have reading to do. I have writing to do. I don't care, I'll get to it eventually. I'd soooo much ( Read more... )

I went to both my classes without killing professor burroughs, I biked almost eight miles of hilly highway, went to the stupid floor meeting, and completed all my homework, but it is only after beating my high score in tetris that I feel truly accomplished. Go me.

It has indeed been a productive day.

I FINALLY got my financial aid info back and thanks to grants and loans my $25,000 college experience has been knocked down to $5,000. Cool beans indeed. This means I get to start my job soon and finally have money to...pay off people I owe money to. Damn ( Read more... )

Steve Irwin...dead...it can't be.

My whole world has turned upside down...

I don't know what I'll do without the Croc Hunter!

and I have discovered that without birth control, my period lasts the same amount of time, I get less "angry" and depressed about the same amount, but I get awful acne. So here is the question ( Read more... )

I haven't even started Northanger Abbey. Instead, I've been fucking with my LJ. No one actually goes to the LJ page anymore, just their friend pages, so I can make me LJ as confusing and hectic as I'd like and no one is any the wiser. Last night instead of writing for LGBTQ Issues, I went to a Chronicle meeting and then to the mall to buy bleach ( Read more... )

Saturday I went to the mall with a simple shopping list of three items: underwear, dictionary, umbrella. I came home sans dictionary, but with some great consolation prizes, among them pliers, pickles, bread, and cream soda. I also did get underwear and a pretty pink umbrella. Sunday I went to brunch (wow!) and then watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo ( Read more... )

I guess I'm always a little late getting on my feet. This is ridiculous. I want nothing more right now than to go home, but that wouldn't solve anything, would it?

MY PHONE NUMBER: 315-364-2744 ( Read more... )