i’ve noticed this. i worry about you, but i also trust that if you needed to, you’d come talk to me. i suck at communication, or at least initiating it, lately. but hopefully you know i’m always here.
Aw honey, -hugs-
I’m getting better again. Soon I’ll be relatively back to where I was, at about January.
With this month of March coming to a close in about an hour I have to do some reflection.
March has hosted an unsuspected depression, but a lot of nice moments with friends as well. I can’t wait to flip my cute animals calender up though, because I want April to be even better (April is cute deer with mustache).
And then going to play a gig for an event.
And I’m OFF!
ok lets see if that thing with glasses chicks suddenly becoming super weird feminine when they whip off their glasses works
well that was anticlimatic wait
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
What that is dumb and does not happen.
Look, check it out.
See, not much diff-
You guys are being dumbs
That does not happen in real life watch
See I told you
who am i
you guys this is straight up bullshit
i’ll prove it to you all right now ok
you see, like i said, it’s total bull—
…oh what the hell…
the FUCK kind of GYPSY MAGIC SHIT is THIS?!?!?!?!?!
hey boys~*~*~*~ wonk~*~*~*~*~
Huh. You women and your woman problems.
Good thing I’m a dude and don’t have to worry about that kinda crapola
I wanted to spend these last three hours doing hw, but all I did was tell my supervisor my class schedule for the rest of the year (which took like 5 minutes), find out I’m not getting as much grant money as I expected, and that I’m a big dummy for just now getting proactive with scholarships.
And I need two letters of recommendation. I only have one professor this semester that I know would be happy to write me a letter. Two wouldn’t be a good option, and the other one would probably look at me funny and say I haven’t earned it lol. I have a professor from last semester whose class I excelled in, but he’s from last semester, and I don’t know if that would be awkward to ask of him now. I think I will ask him hahaha.
Yeah, I didn’t get much done tonight. Just a lot of stress.
We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him.
The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.
“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.”
The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked.
“So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.”
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