I have been away from this blog for several reasons. You may not care, but I’m assuming you do care otherwise you wouldn’t be reading it now. I have been doing the college thing, and I haven’t felt like taking time away from my studies and my lady to write to you people.
But! There has been a lot of crazy shit circulating on Facebook. I’m not usually the kind of person who spends a lot of time online talking about online things anymore. Especially not Facebook things. I mean, I always have an opinion about some dumb shit that somebody wrote, but I usually don’t express it. However, when it has the potential to affect my family I feel like I need to take some time away from my lady and my schooling to talk about it.
Frozen. A little girl who is different from everybody else around her is isolated, neglected, and emotionally abused by her parents for her entire life and has the nerve to be happy when she finally breaks free from her oppressive past.
Disobedience. Say what? Yeah. I guess it technically IS disobedient to leave an abuser. What gets me is how quickly some of my fundamentalist acquaintances jumped on the disobedience bandwagon. WHAT THE FUCK!?!? Just because someone makes a rule doesn’t mean that it should be followed. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S ABUSE.
Gay agenda. Huh? I missed that one. Belieeeeeeve me- I look for gay things everywhere. Being a newly practicing homosexual the whole GAY thing is actually a THING for me. I didn’t get gay agenda at all when I watched that movie. Not even a little bit.
Ok. Maybe it’s a little bit gay because she didn’t need no man to save her. Also, she was at least, I dunno, 18 and not married. I think by Disney (and religious fundamentalist) standards that practically makes her a spinster. And you KNOW all spinsters are spinsters because they are gay. Maybe it’s a teensy tiny bit gay promoting because the snowman had a little bit of extra flair, which I guess people could stereotype as gay. It seems like the whole gay thing is a stretch.
Frozen isn’t a metaphor for gay marriage any more than it’s a metaphor for abortion or the greenhouse effect. It’s not about moral relativism either. Well, I guess technically it is if you consider it moral to ABUSE CHILDREN and I don’t.
That’s all I have to say. Probably. Brandi will fill in whatever I missed if she comments. We just got a new couch, and it’s time to break it in.
When you’ve been BFF’s with someone for years, then have an illicit relationship with them and then end up living together, how do you decide when your anniversary is?
Do you base it on when SHE realized that she loved you?
Or, when YOU realized that you loved her?
Or is it when you told her that you loved her?
Or maybe it was the first time you kissed?
Or when you told your friends you were ‘together’? But which friend was the first one to know?
But, what about all the friends who ‘knew’ before you did? Do you take that into consideration?
Or is it when you told your blog?
Either way, it has been an amazing, difficult, exciting, challenging, enlightening, fantastic , +/- year!
On my way between classes this morning, I discovered that it’s an exciting week on campus.
In my attempt for a free t-shirt that I’d never wear outside of my bedroom, I walked around to talk to the different booths of people who were there to
ask my advice educate me about sex.
Every table had a sticker, and I had to get four stickers in order to score a shirt. The first table had sexy toys. They were offering lube and condoms.
“NO thanks, I don’t need condoms.”
Next table was the peer counselors. They were a lovely group of ladies who remembered me from another campus event where I talked to them for awhile about their jobs. Next to the crisis hotline pens was a basket of jimmy hats.
“NO thanks, I don’t have any use for condoms.”
The third table I stopped at was for the Vagina Monologues. There will be a performance here in the spring. Since I like vaginas, I decided to sign up on their email list to find out how I can be a part of it.
Last stop was the Rainbow Terps table. After talking to the adorable homosexual boy at the table, I decided to go to Queer Lunch tomorrow to check out their extensive library and meet some other gays on campus. Guess what else he offered me? CONDOMS!!!!
“NO thanks, I don’t USE condoms.”
The guy standing next to me at the table got it. We shared a moment.
I stood in line only to not get a t-shirt because they ran out of them. But I did get a fact sheet that only reinforces to me the importance of lots of sex. Especially while I’m a college student.
I hate smelling other people’s food. I especially hate smelling other people’s food if they are eating something disgusting. Like hot dogs.
Just thought you would like to know.
- long discussions about our feelings
- the same conversation over and over and over again
- skid marks
- shower graffiti
I have procrastinated long enough. I must study now.
Work and school and school and work and kids and school and work and kids and on and on and on and on.
It has been busy around here. Weird. Being a full-time college student and full-time retail worker with children doesn’t leave a lot of time to blog. Like now, I should be studying for an exam tomorrow. But I am taking a break because I just finished a quiz and got 18/20 on it. Not bad, eh?
Do you mofos know what I’m going to college for? I don’t know if I told you. Maybe I did, but I don’t want to look back at the previous posts so I’ll tell you again. Kinesiology. Don’t know what that is? Perhaps you should look it up.
I am having such a good time doing college. On one hand, I wish I had done this 20 years ago when I was 18. I’m amazed at all there is to do at Maryland. So far, the professors are excellent, the staff are awesome, and I have more support than I know what to do with. It seems almost impossible NOT to do well.
ON THE OTHER HAND, I’m 99.896% positive that I would probably be like the other 96.873% of my classmates and not:
- show up
- be on time
- participate in discussions
- be on task in class
- read the required material before class
- watch required videos
- do required assignments
- listen to professor
Instead, I do those things. I’m the nerd in front of class knitting, taking notes, answering questions, and ASKING questions. I’m getting the most out of this whole college thing and it’s fucking exciting!!
I have taken a way longer break than I had planned for. It’s time to get back to studying for my exercise psychology (my favorite class) exam (nerd).
Perhaps when I get another break, I’ll tell you more about what Brandi is up to and how WE are doing.
(Hint: exceptionally well)
We miss our friend. Whereisshe?
Speaking of elephants, that platter is adorable. It also caused a mini disagreement in our happy household. It’s all good NOW. I won’t even THINK about using it. EVER.
We don’t go out too often, but when we do we tell them it’s a party of three. (no we don’t. but I will next time.)
No, you don’t understand. LOOK AT THE PICTURE!!!!!!!
The Dancing Hawaiians greet us every time we come inside our room. They told us to say hi.
PENIS! (we may want to think about changing that word)