Kay, working a 2 1/2 hour country concert. Just saying, the Quebe Sisters are kicking some serious ass. I am gonna have to go buy a cd or something…like them up. Country swing and fiddle playing at it’s best
We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy’s thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)
6. Anicka (always), and probably something greek. Orion?
15. Hm…well there was the time that me and my boyfriend at the time snuck up to the top of tioga and had sex on the outdoor balcony on the top of the building. That was pretty fun.
17. I’ve thought about this, like seriously, because my name causes me nothing but trouble. I’d want it to be Anita or something, but honestly, I can’t think of another name that suits the shape of my face the way mine does. I think you grow into names.
It’s time for me to pick classes tomorrow morning. And I promised myself I would only procrastinate until the end of fall quarter…and then that moved to the end of winter quarter. And now I am sitting here with my head in my hands going “FUCK’ because well, to be quite frank, I have screwed myself over so hard and fast I am surprised my vagina hasn’t fallen out of my body.
Cog sci = classes I take, not a part of my life.
Theater = About 7 hours a day, every day. Rehearsal for a show. Work in a theater. Design classes. Model Making.
Who the fuck am I trying to kid?
But I made the mistake of looking into design programs in grad school. And I don’t have an impressive portfolio at all.
UGH. LIFE. WTF?
So I am choosing classes in like 8 hours and have no freakin clue what I am gonna do.
On a somewhat serious note today because of a conversation the other day:
I am sure every girl can recall, at least once as a child, coming home and telling their parents, uncle, aunt or grandparent about a boy who had pulled her hair, hit her, teased her, pushed her or committed some other playground crime. I will bet money that most of those, if not all, will tell you that they were told “Oh, that just means he likes you”. I never really thought much about it before having a daughter of my own. I find it appalling that this line of bullshit is still being fed to young children. Look, if you want to tell your child that being verbally and/or physically abused is an acceptable sign of affection, i urge you to rethink your parenting strategy. If you try and feed MY daughter that crap, you better bring protective gear because I am going to shower you with the brand of “affection” you are endorsing.
When the fuck was it decided that we should start teaching our daughters to accept being belittled, disrespected and abused as endearing treatment? And we have the audacity to wonder why women stay in abusive relationships? How did society become so oblivious to the fact that we were conditioning our daughters to endure abusive treatment, much less view it as romantic overtures? Is this where the phrase “hitting on girls” comes from? Well, here is a tip: Save the “it’s so cute when he gets hateful/physical with her because it means he loves her” asshattery for your own kids, not mine. While you’re at it, keep them away from my kids until you decide to teach them respect and boundaries.
My daughter is `10 years old and has come home on more than one occasion recounting an incident at school in which she was teased or harassed by a male classmate. There has been several times when someone that she was retelling the story to responded with the old, “that just means he likes you” line. Wrong. I want my daughter to know that being disrespected is NEVER acceptable. I want my daughter to know that if someone likes her and respects her, much less LOVES her, they don’t hurt her and they don’t put her down. I want my daughter to know that the boy called her ugly or pushed her or pulled her hair didn’t do it because he admires her, it is because he is a little asshole and assholes are an occurrence of society that will have to be dealt with for the rest of her life. I want my daughter to know how to deal with assholes she will encounter throughout her life. For now, I want my daughter to know that if someone is verbally harassing her, she should tell the teacher and if the teacher does nothing, she should tell me. If someone physically touches her, tell the teacher then, if it continues, to yell, “STOP TOUCHING/PUNCHING/PUSHING ME” in the middle of class or the hallway, then tell me. Last year, one little boy stole her silly bandz from her. He just grabbed her and yanked a handful of them off of her wrist. When I went to the school to address the incident, the teacher smiled and explained it away to her, in front of me, “he probably has a crush on you”. Okay, the boy walked up to my daughter, grabbed and held her by the arm and forcibly removed her bracelets from her as she struggled and you want to convince her that she should be flattered? Fuck off. I am going to punch you in the face but I hope you realize it is just my way of thanking you for the great advice you gave my daughter. If these same advice givers’ sons came home crying because another male classmate was pushing them, pulling their hair, hitting them or calling them names, I would bet dollars to donuts they would tell him to defend themselves and kick the kid’s ass, if necessary. They sure as shit wouldn’t say, “he probably just wants a play date”.
I will teach my daughter to accept nothing less than respect. Anyone who hurts her physically or emotionally doesn’t deserve her respect, friendship or love. I will teach my boys the same thing as well as the fact that hitting on girls doesn’t involve hitting girls. I can’t teach my daughter to respect herself if I am teaching her that no one else has to respect her. I can’t raise sons that respect women, if I teach them that bullying is a valid expression of affection.
The next time that someone offers up that little “secret” to my daughter, I am going to slap the person across the face and yell, “I LOVE YOU”.
Went to a dance with the roomies. Was okay, but all the cast members were fucking eachother on the dance floor so I kinda didn’t bother hanging around them. Also, like half of them smoke. So gross. If you are an actor, a SIGNING actor at that, why the fuck would you fuck up your instrument like that?
Got an 86 on my last CPR assignment. Which is bullshit. Can I just say: my essay this time was terrible, got a 6.67. My essay last time was great, got a 9. BUT BECAUSE I DID BETTER CALIBRATIONS, I got a higher score on my shittier essay. God damn.
Anyway, now drinking Kahlua and chocolate milk and hoping to get pleasently drunk. Extremely tired. Had terrible nightmares last night so I am super tired. Getting sick. Cuddly, just kind of wish I could curl up on someone and fall asleep. I say all these people grinding tonight and 1. it was gross, 2. it made me feel like I am missing out on the slutty, stupid, mistake-making part of college.