April 2012
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this morning i dreamt i was in class, and i woke up with my right hand raised Hermione-style
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seriously, though, this has been my past 36 hours
got in a fight with the uw library system which meant i got a weird accusatory email saying they couldn’t “find a record of you - neither in the university records nor in the library records” like was trying to troll them or something. NO. i just need to check out books and you have ridiculous rules that you don’t make clear.* and i don’t want to give you my birth...
ugh fellow graduate students in my department, quit messing up my pronouns, i wanted to be mostly stealth and you are ruining the illusion, also you’re being ridiculously impolite and incredibly bad at being a good person, not to mention breaking a really important rule about talking to trans people.
c’mon, you know me and you know i’m not a woman!
the last tumblr post until i'm done with...
me: (looking at my friend's tumblr) did you really accidentally buy a push-up bra?
her: yes.
her: i'm wearing it right now.
her: i feel like xena, warrior princess.
her: did you see that nutella cheesecake i reblogged?
Watch
sandysmind:
How I eat my favorite topping of pizza
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ugh i hope these library fines go away.
also, i have a ridiculous amount of work in the next four weeks that i’ve been sort of not acknowledging but can no longer ignore.
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one of my profs grilled me about the pie project today. he asked me a ton of very specific questions, culminating with “do you cool your pies on the windowsill?” confusing professor interactions aside, i am really enjoying the project.
about to read a library copy of deleuze’s masochism in the bathtub, which feels incredibly decadent. also, i’m writing a paper on venus in furs for mario. why do i keep writing him papers that are about bdsm?
self-loathing and bad faith as part of the writing...
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"inwardly out"
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best quotes from one of my high school journals
“i guess i’m officially a lesbian.”
“Oh my God. I have made out with a girl, full-frontal snogging, fondling and all, IN HER GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE. And it was my first French kissing experience. And apparently I’m very good.”
“i can be as soft as violet petals.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that one can...
combing through some of my high school journals...
jesus, why did i write all these entries in pastel, variegated gel pen
resentimentality
my animal studies prof has a creative non-fiction...
yes, yes.
alone together
i can’t sit at desks or go to the dark carrels in the main library anymore, so i was supine on the bed or couch working or sleeping all last week. reading in bed has lost its pleasure. time has lost much of its meaning. i don’t know if i can keep doing this.
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one hundred pies project #12: passover dairy free...
I was invited to a seder by my friend who can’t eat dairy, so i thought i’d try to make something that uses a ton of eggs. so—lemon meringue!
this was my first time making a meringue, so that was what i was the most nervous about, though that was probably the simplest step.
i started with a matzoh-walnut crumb crust bound with coconut oil:
then i filled it with lemon curd...
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i'm kind of over trying to dress well
sweaters and running shorts forever, yeahh
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when my phone says 404-471-xxxx is calling
i never answer. i’m not giving you any money, agnes scott! you pretty much defunded the writing center and we are not on speaking terms.
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