9.24.2005
this is me posting.
i really don't have much to say. i'm in no mood tonight, so i'll not say much.
i have a rant of the day though. allow me to preface this rant with a disclaimer: this rant is speaking in terms of relationships.
and now, the rant.
who decided to take gentlemanliness and turn it into chauvinism? a friend of mine offered to help me carry a table up the stairs the other day, and he, being the gentleman that he is, then apologized for his "chauvinistic" comment. who turned God's precious gift of femininity into something that should be suppressed? who twisted the strength of womanhood into a symbol of weakness? why have men and women begun switching roles? as much as i don't like to generalize, here's the trouble: woman want to be protected and men want something to fight for. with things the way they are, woman have to protect themselves, which leaves them without anything to have protected for them and leaves their men with nothing to fight for.
i'm tired of it. i want to be feminine and i want to be beautiful and i want to stop protecting myself all the time.
created at 1:14 AM
9.17.2005
i just learned two things: a) lovebugs are weaklings. b) when you squish them, they smell bad.
just thought you might like to know that.
i'm having a really hard time adjusting to living in mobile again. when i was younger, i never thought i'd think of anywhere else as home, but apparently i was wrong. i
used to live here, here
used to be home, but now no longer. don't misunderstand me, i'm enjoying my stay here, but asheville is where i live. i love that city so much. i love the mountains that appear between buildings and on the horizon, i love the feel of fall that appears as early as august and the winters that last until march, i love the smell of the incense and herbs that pervade the streets, i love the fact that i can wander downtown asheville until late evening alone and still be safe. i love the individuality that everyone strives for, the diversity of the views (whether i agree with them or not), the tolerance that everyone has for everyone else, i miss lexington avenue where bad street performers sit hoping for money for pot. i miss my church where reality and sin are more readily accepted than hypocrisy and politics.
i miss my city.
created at 3:22 PM
9.09.2005
i really only posted on here to let you know that i've gotten the archives up now. if you ever wanted to know what i was up to in 2002, there it is. over there, on the right hand side, below the tagboard. i know, they kind of look ugly, but i thought i'd get them up there anyway.
~dementia
created at 1:39 PM
so. i applied to work at hardee's yesterday. it was a very hard thing to do because i always swore that i would never work at a fast food place. college will break you of such vows.
i've been spending much of my free time sewing lately. i'm really quite proud of the things i've accomplished. i managed to make a flowy shirt with bell sleeves, i've made a ton of gauntlets
and i finally finished my green leather corset after nearly eight months. i didn't actually work on it for that long, but it has been almost eight months since i started it. i'm very pleased with it.
i don't think i have anything else to say really.
i'm out.
~dementia
created at 12:00 AM
9.06.2005
i've got something that i want to express and it's all in my head, i just can't get it out onto this post window.
let me think...
my life as of this moment seems to be a balancing act. there are several things that i need and want to do, it's just that the things that are most important to me and/or are the most necessary take up a lot of time. there just isn't enough time in a day or a week or a month to get it all done. i need to figure out how to balance school (and all that it entails), work and church with movies, clothes making and D&D. then there's exercising, writing, reading, eating, cooking, cleaning and free time as well. oh. sleeping. and sleeping. some of it has to get done and some of it i just want to do. i just don't know how to get it all done and keep it all balanced.
the trouble with spinning plates is that eventually some fall and usually when you least expect it.
created at 1:25 PM
9.03.2005
today, angela and i woke up and realized that we did not have toilet paper. none at all. upon making this realization, we checked for paper towels. no such luck. we had used the very last one the night before. this left us with limited options, as we are both a little on the very broke side. we decided to head for the student center to see if there was a) a bathroom and b) toilet paper in the bookstore to buy. but, for some dumb reason, the student center isn't open on saturdays.
excuse me while i digress. why, in the name of all that's reasonable, is a
student center closed on the weekends? honestly--who has time to go chill in the student center to do their studying or research or whatever they've got to do during the week? no one! you do that kind of student center-y thing on the weekends when you've got time! stupid school.
back to the story. no bathroom and no toilet paper in the student center. so we headed to the housing department, hoping that if nothing else, we could beg the mercy of the Powers That Be to give us toilet paper. thankfully, there was a bathroom in the housing department from which we stole copious amounts of both toilet paper and paper towels (which, incidentally, jared used all of to clean up his coke tonight).
that long story was to tell you of the origins of the "only in college..." series i'm starting.
only in college would you be so hard up for toilet paper that you'd steal it out of the bathroom of your housing department.
created at 11:59 PM
9.02.2005
these past few days have been nothing to speak of particularly. we've been doing a lot of nothing, a lot of movie watching and a lot of gauntlet making. i've been really happy with the way the gauntlets have turned out. it seems that with clothes/costume/accessory making, i've finally found an area of creativity that i both love and am good at doing. i've been looking for something like that for so long. i mean, i'm all right at piano, but i only like it. i don't love it. and acting. i love acting, but i'm not particularly good at it. so. it seems that clothes are my thing. that makes me so happy. it's a good way to keep myself occupied, and it's also a way that i can actually make money in theatre. apparently there are jobs for people with my skills. ha, i almost typed that word with a z.
have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
you know, just when i get back to blogging like i used to,
greg comes along and makes the greatest posts and makes me feel all inadequate. i have to give him props because it's so good, but man, it's so not fair. how does he be so cool?
coffee is so good.
~dementia
created at 2:06 PM
