April-- Right before sleep yesterday:
(6:36:31 AM): oh, goodness, you're waking up, aren't you?
KippyKose11 (6:36:47 AM): yes, yes i am :-)
risinglite (6:36:49 AM): wow, i should really get to sleep
KippyKose11 (6:36:51 AM): are you still up?
KippyKose11 (6:36:55 AM): oh my gosh britt
risinglite (6:36:59 AM): yeah, damn paper
KippyKose11 (6:37:03 AM): you are NUTS! get some sleep!
getting to bed about two hours earlier tonight... but I'm also getting
up almost 3 hours earlier than I did this morning, so I can study before
my midterm. Why do I put off studying until the very last moment?
I wanted to wax rhapsodic here about watching the awesome power and
beauty of tonight's thunderstorms out the window. (Something else I
did instead of studying, which has consequently cut into my sleep time.)
But it's much wiser to get to sleep pronto, and see if I can manage
4 hours before caffeinating myself into coherency tomorrow morning to
April-- 6 AM. Still awake. Still writing paper. Time to give up on
the idea that I'll actually go to my 11 AM class. There are more interesting
things about today that I bet I could write here, but I don't think I'll
do any more writing tonight/this morning than I have to.
Dammit. I seem to have fallen a full 5-7 page paper short of my to-do
list tonight, despite trying for hours upon hours. I don't know how much
of it was the heat, but I've been awful about staying focused. Instead,
I've been doing fun things like looking at lists
of the most popular names and wondering why Jasmine was the number
10 girls' name in 2001 and Jaden, Caden, and Brayden (none of which I've
ever heard before) came in at 57, 79, and 96 for boys. Also, I need to
take a poll-- which girl's name is worse/better, Ethel or Bailey?
other news, I have finally let go of the hope, unrealistic as it always
was, that somehow my wisdom teeth could grow in normally and I wouldn't
have to have them removed. I have been fully disillusioned by the exquisitely
painful sore that has developed inside my mouth where the points rub
against it, to the point where the chewing involved in eating Skittles
made the task unbearable tonight. I need to get those buggers out. ("Right
now!" shouts my mouth. And I tell it that it doesn't know what
it's in for, and that we really have to wait.) So that'll be good news
for the parents next time I call. "Mom, Dad? So I've decided I'm
definitely going to be in Evanston for the summer, so I'll only be visiting
home for a week or so. And by the way, while I'm home, I'm going to
need to get my wisdom teeth out, so look forward to me being ever-so-pleasant
and fun to be around during that time..."
Such a beautiful Chicago spring day! It was one of those days where you
seem to be magnetically drawn to the lake... and, of course, I followed
the call, finding my place in the sun to enjoy the afternoon alongside
hundreds of others. I brought a backpackful of work, and was actually
pretty productive. And when I did get distracted, it was just a few blissful
moments of "Ohhhh, everything is so beautiful, the lake and the sky
and the grass and the trees and the sun and Chicago and the children flying
their kites and everyone smiling. I want to just sit here and drink it
all in! Oh, isn't the world such an amazing place this afternoon?"
That's the kind of distraction I can live with. It got me into one of
those good moods where simply eating food that hits the spot when you're
hungry is something to grin like an idiot about.
kind of happiness didn't quite last the night out after the sun set
and I came home and there were hours more of work ahead, of course.
But still, it was really quite wonderful, experiencing once again one
of my very favorite things about living here. And I'm really rather
excited that I've got a whole summer of sunny Chicago days by the lake
ahead of me.
April-- Well, that was my most (pick one: pathetic/efficient) alcohol
experience ever. Two drinks. Two. Yes, they were a little
strong. But the first one got me very tipsy, and drinking the second slowly
over a couple hours got me as fucking close (not merely close, of course,
but fucking close) to drunk as one gets. I am a ridiculous
is, however, good to note that I was kind of sad going into the evening,
and worried what the alcohol would do to my emotions. It managed to
cheer me right up, though, and I had lots of fun. Excellent.
Weird moment of the day: I'm on the second floor of Harris Hall, where
the history department has posted not only course descriptions for next
fall, but a tentative course list for the winter and spring, because they
are just awesome and on top of things. So I'm looking through the courses,
thinking, "Hmm, this looks good in the winter, this one in the spring
looks interesting," when it hits me. It doesn't matter how interesting
the classes are next spring, because I won't be enrolled at Northwestern.
I mean, sure, I'll be sitting in my apartment in Evanston finishing my
thesis, and I'm sure I could ask Brodie, "Hey, can I sit in on your
class for the hell of it?" But still. In a couple weeks, I'll be
making my next-to-last course selections. It's creepy.
much schoolwork did I get done tonight? No comment.
Today was a very interesting day. Better than yesterday.
where shall I start? I found out that my application to the 2-week Century
Institute program, which I assumed had been rejected, is actually
being considered in the regular admission pool after being deferred
from the early applications. I had another excellent couple hours playing
Diplomacy, and although my chances of winning are pretty much shot,
I should be able to stay alive for a little while longer, I hope. I
heard from some more possible subletters, these wanting 2 bedrooms,
and realized that very soon I may be making my final committment to
spending the summer in Evanston as well as to having two strangers as
and I got invited to join a secret society. Seriously. Okay, I know
that perhaps publishing the fact that one's been invited to join a secret
society on one's public website is a bit odd. But it doesn't appear
to be really secret, considering there's at least some
easily accessible information about it online, like here
And it's not like I'm giving any details. And, come on. You can't send
someone an invitation with silver writing on black paper, saying "Your
presence is requested... Come in secret; leave in silence," with
a picture of a skull and crossbones, and expect them not to talk about
it. That just doesn't happen every day.
Dammit. This has just been a really crappy night. I'm exhausted, and I
don't want to really talk about it. ASG funding was an incredibly frustrating,
disappointing experience. Coney is on the DL, which sucks in and of itself,
and also means he won't be in Milwaukee next weekend, which I've been
counting down the days for since the beginning of March. I'm falling behind
in schoolwork and in work-study. Just, suckiness. I've just got to get
to bed and hope tomorrow's better.
I was at the library this evening getting more books to read for my thesis
proposal, and I happened upon two slices of life from the past. One was
a book from around 1960 by a U.S. senator talking about his visit to Latin
America and how people in the U.S. need to understand the region better.
Among other things, it mentioned how Guatemala was the location of the
first Communist takeover in the hemisphere, which was subsequently overthrown
by a "revolution" which Communist propaganda still suggests
the U.S. was somehow involved in! The other book was a little review of
race relations in Evanston in the 1950s. Among other things, it noted
that "recently the dorms at Northwestern have been integrated, and
even now there are several Negro students residing in Willard Hall."
Both of these were written within my parents' lifetimes; these sorts of
things which seem to be from so long ago have actually shaped the consciousness
of many people still alive and making important decisions today. Just
thought that was notable.
for sublet inquiries!
Okay, there was no reason for this to become a night where I had to decide
between a shower and extra sleep. Don't get me wrong-- sleep is a beautiful
thing, and our society is hygiene-obsessed to insist that a shower every
single night is absolutely necessary, so the tradeoff is perfectly acceptable.
(Although, goodness, it makes taking care of my hair so much easier when
I wash it every night.) But the point is, I should've been able to get
everything done, shower, and be in bed at a decent hour. But no, of course
than that, my day was extremely blah. (I shall not go into a lengthy
description of watching on TV, of all things, An As-Always Very Special
7th Heaven: Lucy's Wedding, although it was genuinely disturbing and
I watched the whole thing.)
me to skip over Mondays whenever possible.
I woke up this morning (well, afternoon) I thought I'd get right to work
and finish all my schoolwork first. Then I realized that my schoolwork
was going to expand to fill all time available. So I said, "Screw
that," and decided to clean my room instead. It took several hours,
but my room is now in fact clean. Maybe it doesn't look perfectly tidy
to the average person's eyes, but for me, this is quite spic and span.
Despite the fact that I don't get bothered by a messy room as much as
others do , I still like the feeling of having my room straightened with
everything put in its place. (Plus, it led to me doing a laundry, so I
also have clean clothes now, which I consider a good thing.)
then, I've gotten a good deal of schoolwork done, too. Not quite as
much as I should've, but enough not to be kicking myself for it. And
I'm in a good mood, because I've gotten an e-mail back from Brodie about
my thesis, which is good not only because it proves she's alive and
accessible through e-mail and she's confirmed that she's willing to
be my thesis advisor, but also because she provided a bunch of good
topic suggestions, with authors and books to look into. This week needs
to be a big thesis research week for me, before my multiple midterms
and papers kick in.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
not that I got no work done today. I did accomplish a fair amount. But
do you ever have one of those weekends where you look at the schoolwork
you need to do and the amount of free time you have, and think, "I
ought to be able to get the schoolwork finished on Saturday easily.
Then I'll have Sunday to relax a little and do the other stuff, like
cleaning my room and doing laundry and doing reading for my thesis proposal"?
Yeah, that was this weekend. And I've got at least four or five hours
of schoolwork left to do tomorrow-- if I'm efficient-- before I can
even think about "extras." Sigh.
one bright spot in the day, though, has been matzo ball soup. I love
matzo ball soup. It's always been one of my favorite parts of Passover.
So today, I made myself a great big pot of it, with 16 whole matzo balls,
enough to have a delicious lunch and save plenty to heat up for tomorrow.
I'm getting hungry now just thinking about it!
buying our R.E.M. tickets today counts as a bright spot as well, but
between the early morning hour (ie, 10 AM), and the fact that I/Ticketmaster
somehow screwed up and I bought the wrong tickets and had to spend a
half-hour on the phone with customer service getting them canceled but
the refund may be too late to get the extra $135 off my statement before
the closing date on Tuesday... so yay for R.E.M., but it's hardly unbridled
April-- This afternoon I handed over my ledger book and voucher book,
signed the transition card at SOFO, and I was free, freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
being Peace Project treasurer wasn't that bad. But it's still rather
nice to transition and pass off at least that part of my responsibilities
to someone else. Of course, she's new, so I'll want to help her for
a while. And we have funding appeals coming up and then taking care
of our spring speaker. So somehow I don't think my time committment's
going to ease up all that much. But it's kind of liberating to know
that I could step back and choose not to do anything with Peace Project
if I wanted to, even if I don't plan to take that opportunity.
PARC academic chair = over, Peace Project treasurer = over. When's all
the free time that's supposed to start opening up going to arrive?
April-- I played the first couple rounds of a game of Diplomacy this
evening. It was much fun, and-- are you sitting down?-- it actually occured
outside of PARC! I'm playing as Turkey, and I am amused by how much people
trust me. They should, since my short-term intentions, at least, are honorable,
but I'm totally in a position to utterly fuck up Austria-Hungary, Russia,
and Italy. All in good time...
a more serious note, then we went to Take Back the Night. It's just
so utterly incredible and powerful. There's something about the fact
that so many people are raped and sexually assaulted, how emotionally
devastated they are about it, and the fact that they're so often silent--
who around me is suffering? How many people do I know that have been
torn apart by this but I've never heard their story? How many victims--
survivors-- of sexual assault do I know? And what, what, what can I
do to help?
about how this is done to women by people they trusted and never thought
would do anything like it-- it's frightening. It scares you into wondering
whether you can trust anyone, if every man, or at least most, has a
rapist hidden inside to emerge when they're drunk or desperate or angry.
But we can't give in to that. There were some beautiful things said
by guys at the open mic after the march, men who cried because someone
they loved had been raped. That's important to remember, as well as
to think about the wonderful people that the guys I love are, and to
remember that there are guys like them out there everywhere.
degrees just feels so much worse coming after two days of 80 degrees,
been so busy the last week or so that Passover really snuck up on me,
and it wasn't until yesterday that I thought to call Hillel to see about
a seder, by which time they of course were full. For some reason, it
felt really important for me to be part of a seder tonight. Not for
religious reasons, of course, but it's a cultural ritual that I felt
like I really wanted to be connected to. Not enough to ask for a placement
with a random Jewish family in Evanston, though, despite the whole "any
seder is open to any guest" idea.
to dinner at Allison instead, poured salt in a cup of water, and proceeded
to dip an egg and some lettuce in as my token observance. Then I discovered
that there was a seder going on in PARC later in the evening. I ended
up getting involved in a discussion with one of my friends and arriving
late, and I was surprised how sincerely disappointed I was to miss the
I'm suprised how invested I seem to be in this whole thing. Last year
I didn't end up observing Passover, since we were in New Mexico for
spring break, and when I tried to look for matzah at the grocery stores,
the response was, "What's that? I've never heard of it. No, we
don't have any." And a seder was obviously out. But this year,
I'm all about observing it. It's really not religious at all, for me.
But it's ritual. It's something familiar that I've done many times before,
something that Jews all over the world are doing at the same time (including
my family), something that connects me to the people I'm celebrating
it with even if we've never done it together before or even have never
met before. It has themes and meaning, like freedom and suffering and
joy and the renewal of life. And there's something about the recitation
and singing of familiar Hebrew words, too, like the mantras we're learning
about in Intro to Hinduism, that isn't really about their meaning but
just the way you feel when reciting them. (Okay, not exactly like mantras,
I didn't have as good of a seder as I would've liked, but c'est la vie.
I'll go ahead and observe Passover now, with my matzah and macaroons
and chocolate seder plate that came in the mail today from my mom. (In
the same box with a stuffed Easter bunny and plastic Easter eggs full
of candy, of course!) It's just so funny to suddenly feel all Jewish
when I almost never think of it most days of the year...
Beautiful weather again! After my fiction class met outside (where I kept
spacing out, between the weather and the fact that I couldn't hear most
of what was being said), I convinced myself that I would have plenty of
time to do work-study on Thursday when all my classes were canceled, and
I should instead read by the lakefill. I was actually really productive
for the hour and a half I spent out there; it was the hour and a half
I was supposed to be doing work-study back in my room afterwards that
finally finished my CIA/Iran paper. It needs revising, but I've got
maybe an hour I can spend on it tomorrow (when I should-- you guessed
it!-- be doing work study). Now, I should sleep!
Absolutely beautiful weather means... sniffles and a cold? Apparently.
Unfortunately. And it's not just me, either.
get a lot done tonight, although still not as much as I should've. Maybe
tomorrow, if I'm as good as I was tonight, I'll get caught up. Of course,
I'll have to get that paper written first, which I have a sneaking suspicion
will mean that very little other work will possibly be accomplished.
it's late. My "get to bed by 3" plan is failing utterly and
completely. I'm lucky to get to bed by 4:30, which I won't tonight.
Sigh. I'm sure sleep deprivation will work wonders for my health.
And then, today, I had to get all my schoolwork done. I failed, of course.
I really needed to bear down, and I wasted way too much time. At least
I did file my taxes online, and was greeted with the good news that $150
will be appearing in my checking account in 10 to 16 days.
I have now officially fallen significantly behind. Such fun to look
forward to for the rest of the quarter...
Hey, America. Yeah, you, the occupying power. Ensuring some basic order
and safety for Iraqis-- and protection for artifacts that are thousands
of years old-- is your responsibility. Look
a fun day-- Alex should have birthdays more often!
going to the Cubby Bear in Wrigleyville (guy checking ID's at the door,
as he looked at Alex and me: "So young... so young..."), we
headed into Wrigley for the game. I'm not sure why I forgot all my previous
experiences at Wrigley in April and expected it to be anything other
than freezing. That aside, it was actually a very good game, pretty
close most of the way through, and Kerry Wood pitched terrifically.
We were a little frightened when the bullpen came in for the ninth that
they'd blow the 4-0 lead, but somehow they managed to save it, finishing
what was probably the shortest baseball game I've ever been to, around
2 1/2 hours.
got back to Evanston and went to Flattop for dinner, which was yummy
as always, and I ducked out a little early to try to start the cake
and decorate Alex's room, which I of course didn't have time to finish
before he got back despite Nick's wonderful assistance in pretty much
making the cake himself, so I just locked Alex's door and tried to nonchalantly
tell him he should come back in a few minutes. Subtle, huh?
of course, there was much drunken merriment in Nick's room, a little
incendiary amusement, and then off to Nevin's, which was definitely
an improvement over 1800 Club, although still not the most exciting
thing I've ever done (perhaps overpriced alcohol has something to do
with my opinions!). But the music was better, and Nick, Shannon, Alex
and I did have an excellent time playing darts.
finished my $6 Mudslide rather quickly at the end so we could leave
and Shannon could catch the shuttle, and ended up lying on my bed too
tired to sit up, let alone write this last night when it should've been
written. Well, better late than never!
for Birthday Alex! After chilling in Nick's room for a while with Joe
as well as, intermittently, Kathy, Malavika, Kim, and Jackie, when the
clock struck midnight (okay, at 12:30) and it became the 12th, Nick, Scott,
Alex, and I headed to 1800 Club. (This was the first time that either
Scott or I, as well as Alex, had ever been to a bar.) It was rather lame--
they played about three songs repeatedly, I think, none of which were
good-- but definitely an experience, and Alex certainly managed to get
drunk. I had a Bacardi Silver, which I somehow expected to be cheaper,
but was decent. I did prefer my little Seagram's malt Raspberry Peach
cooler, which I had before we left.
Will refrain from telling delightful story of my indecisiveness in liquor
stores and Osco, which led me to waste a full hour. It's not that exciting.
last campus shuttle leaves Ridge and Noyes at 2:47 AM. Just because it
is the last shuttle, however, doesn't mean that it doesn't have to show
up if it doesn't feel like it. This is the second time-- out of maybe
a half-dozen or so-- that there's been no 2:47 shuttle, despite the fact
that I've been outside more than five minutes early waiting for it. Last
time, I decided to just walk back, but the 15 minute walk in the dark
by myself at 3 AM was unsettling enough that I decided never to do it
again. This time, I figured there would be no problem finding a ride back,
since in the ten minutes I was waiting for the shuttle, four taxis and
a bus passed. But after I went back in to borrow some cash from Andrew
and came back down to the corner, a tremendous silence fell, and no vehicles
at all were passing. I stood in the dark by myself for a while, whistling
"Whistle a Happy Tune" into the night until I started to worry
that while it might boost my confidence, the whistling would probably
do a great job of drawing attention to me from anyone I was trying to
be confident about avoiding!
almost fifteen minutes of this, when a lone guy started walking towards
me and I looked around and noticed no one else was in sight, I tensed
up and my mind started to race. But instead of making some threatening
comment, the guy very nicely asked if I was okay and then called a cab
for me on his cell phone. Damn the circumstances that cause me to assume
late at night that an entire half of humanity is first and foremost
potential rapists, instead of caring and helpful people, like this one
enough, a cab drove by about two minutes later, and I got in and had
him take me to PARC. As we drove south, over the radio someone was announcing
that there was a person who needed a pickup at Ridge and Noyes, and
my driver had to call in to let them know he'd already gotten me. So
the phone call had nothing to do with it-- it just happened to be just
at that moment that a cab finally came!
Sometime in the middle of finals last month, my grandmother called and
mentioned she'd be in Chicago one day in April. I made a mental note,
and promptly forgot it. So I was rather surprised to find a message on
my answering machine last night talking about what time she was getting
in today and the name of her hotel. But, of course, I promptly dropped
everything ("everything" being the game of Diplomacy-- really,
a this is how you play Diplomacy round of Diplomacy-- that I was
planning to go to) and hopped on the el to ride all the way out to O'Hare.
Dinner was very yummy, and I was roundly interrogated by my grandmother
and praised for every little thing I do, which is nice sometimes even
if it damages credibility. Salmon is always nice.
news: I got an e-mail saying I'd made it past the first round for one
of my internship applications and they wanted to conduct a phone interview.
Bad news: They're not paying their interns this summer, although their
website indicated that they usually do. So I responded and declined
politely. It's kind of nice to know, though, that I can make it past
the first stage for an internship even if my dad doesn't happen to work
in the office. So I shall take this as a positive, even if it's one
down, two to go in terms of my internship applications.
not to even think about how much has not been done that should be done...
I skipped class this morning. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it.
Okay, that's kind of denying responsibility for my actions... but I was
tired! And last Thursday's class was pretty much word-for-word
what was in the reading, so I'm hopeful that I didn't miss anything today
that I couldn't get out of the book. Regardless, tonight I think I'm going
to actually make it to bed in time to get 8 hours sleep. Wish me luck!
some minor "technical difficulties"-- we worked out a zillion
details about our endorsements last night, how did we forget to pick
someone to print out the questions?-- the progressive endorsement forum
with the presidential candidates (well, and the EVP candidate too) went
well, as did the top-secret endorsement deliberation afterwards. Hopefully
Thursday will go just as smoothly, and it will all be taken care of.
Not that there aren't a ton of other important things to work on this
quarter; funding, anyone?
three manila envelopes in my mailbox today, which was odd, and also
really frustrating because they were crammed into a very small space
and it took me five minutes to pull them out. Besides an RCB survey,
I got a reprinted copy of my W-2 from the Senate, and a little booklet
called "Careers and the Study of Political Science." Careers
are good. I should get one.
the hiccups right now, which would not be noteworthy except for the
fact that I'm resting my laptop on my stomach. So every time I hiccup,
it bounces into the air. I need to finish up and get some water and
gargle. And then sleep. Goodnight!
I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, but it wasn't that
little. But I must have woken up at a terrible point in my sleep cycle.
I was groggy and nauseous when I first awoke at 10:30, but it didn't dissipate
as I headed up to class. To the contrary, I felt exhausted and uncomfortable
all the way through class, fading in and out of consciousness as I reclined
in an awkward position. When it finally ended, a few minutes early at
12:10, I walked out of LR3 and thought for a moment about the long walk
south either to Norris or PARC. Then I collapsed on a nearby couch and
slept until the thunder of students leaving class woke me at 12:50. It
wasn't until I'd been properly caffeinated at 1:15 that I was finally
could all have been avoided if Tech had the necessary coffee drinks,
of course. Don't Techies need their caffeine like the rest of us? Or
are they just so hard-core that all they need is straight coffee, and
so vital drinks like mochas are not a priority?
to get to bed early tonight so I could catch up on sleep. Right.
Unless I skip class tomorrow, I'll get as little or less sleep than
last night. Damn it all...
morning I attended what I believe was the first waffle party of my young
life. It was quite yummy, and it was very nice to see Katie, who I don't
see enough. Perhaps someday I will host a waffle party.
did the first round of the housing derby in the basement of PARC. It
was really odd not to be taking part in it. It's not like this is any
sort of actual finality-- I think signing the lease for our apartment
kind of took care of that-- but still, weird. There was definitely a
time that I couldn't imagine school at Northwestern being separate from
living at PARC.
in April is not cool. Enough, I say, enough!
Daylight Savings Time. It really does suck when you're doing a perfectly
good job on your of making hours disappear without getting any work done,
and then the clock goes ahead and takes away another one. Less work, less
of things that suck: one big downside of doing your funding petition
interview with SAFB on the first day is that you have to wait 11 freaking
days to hear their recommendation. I think it went well,
but I really don't know at all. Sigh again.
too much I need to do tomorrow and too many plans. Back to the schoolwork
grind, and I don't like it. But on the bright side, I'm free tomorrow
at 9 for the first time in two years...
I thought I would never see this day. I thought that David Cone would
never have a win number 194. But not only is he pitching again, but he
pitched beautifully today for the win. I don't know how it could've been
better, except perhaps for him going 6 innings instead of 5. Coney didn't
give up a run, and only gave up two pretty weak hits, both to the Expos'
pitcher. He had five strikeouts, including one tremendous strikeout of
Vladimir Guerrero with the bases loaded. That was my favorite moment of
the game-- it was the third inning, the game was scoreless, the count
was 2-2 to a tremendous slugger, and the game could have easily become
a mess. Instead, he put Guerrero away to end the inning and the threat,
not with power but with finesse, the way he pitched the whole game and
the way he has the talent to succeed this season.
so, so, so glad to have the chance to see this game on TV, not only
because Coney's first start was something I've been looking forward
to forever, but because of how wonderfully it turned out. Such a happy
tired... today was a day with plenty of frustration and disappointment
and unhappiness. But now it's over, and maybe tomorrow will be better.
of course took hours, but our funding petition is finally done. Now
it's time to turn it in, argue it to SAFB, and then likely appeal to
ASG. Sigh. Wish us luck.
cannot think of anything fascinating to add. Good night.
everyone else was seeing either Margaret Cho or Zwan tonight, I was looking
at a big blue gummy penis and talking about fertility and hormones and
polyurethane and spermicide and, oh, yes, the speculum. If you make an
appointment to see the gynecologist at Searle, you have to go to a fun
Reproductive Health Education session first, and you can tell them "I'm
not asking for the Pill for birth control purposes!" all you want
but it won't do any good. It was actually a really interesting experience,
though-- like sex ed in high school, but a lot more detailed and informative--
even if only about 5 minutes were at all directly applicable to me at
the present time. One of the particularly non-applicable moments was the
explanation of the testicular self-exam. "Umm, yeah," said the
girl who was doing the session. "Well, guys in our age group are
the most at risk, and we don't usually get to tell them about this directly,
so spread the word." Consider this my public service announcement,
male readers. Lumps = bad.
yeah, it was pretty painless. I brought home the little kit they gave
me, with its five condoms (one in vanilla!), got the piece of candy
out of it, and tucked it away in a desk drawer, as it would seem wasteful
to throw them away and presumably I'll find them useful at some point
in my life. Now I get to go have the actual gynecological appointment.
Such indescribable joy.
other and completely unrelated news, my sister just got accepted to
her first-choice school, Hampshire
College. Yay for Shauna!
April Fool's jokes for me!
hours of Peace Project work tonight, with more to come Thursday night.
I'm behind in my schoolwork already. This can't be a good sign.
news that 19-year-old POW Jessica Lynch is safe! Although it's really
sad and frightening that 19-year-old kids are on the ground in Iraq
risking their lives and fighting and dying-- am I the only one who's
disturbed by that? But at least Jessica's one who gets to go home now.