Seven

Greatest advantage of being home:

Garbage disposal.

Six

I deleted Five this morning. It was too venomous.

A few things of note:

When I was a child, I read the story of Joan of Arc and once I saw that she was interacting with the Dauphin, I thought it meant "dolphin." So, imagine, me as a six-year-old believing that Joan of Arc was good buddies with some french dolphin. Today in french class, I learned that Dauphin actually means dolphin in french. My childhood assumptions weren't that far off after all!

I go home to Philadelphia tomorrow. It will be nice to have a few days to relax, but I will most definitely have the approaching finals somewhere in the back of my mind.

In GenSex, we watched the saddest documentary about the murders in Juarez, Mexico. This woman claims that corrupt police officers would drag a woman by her hair through the desert and brush...then gang rape her, vaginally and anally...then beat her....then bite her nipples off...then burn her. A man was arrested with a nipple necklace. This made my insides shrivel up and die.

Heidi and Spencer's "elopement" is hilarious.

Four

70% off all shoes at Marc today...I got a pair of red leather flats for $54.  Schwing.

Also, I saw a pretty great flick last night... Let The Right One In....it's a Swedish vampire film, and it was really sweet and scary and fascinating.  Totally trumps all that Twilight bullshit.

Three

Registered for the spring semester today.  It was incredibly frustrating, and my time was during my GenSex lecture on Abu Ghraib - THEREFORE I COULDN'T PAY ATTENTION.  The one pro-arab class all year, and I'm too busy logging in and out of NYUHOME to glean anything from it.

Anyway, here's the finished product:

Not too bad, but I have no days off :(

Aside from that, I went to the Don Hertzfeldt showcase at IFC.  His latest film is heartbreaking, which I much appreciated...I'm not really a big fan of the "I'M A BANANA!" fanatics, to be honest.

And after that, my boyfriend told me that I care more about him than myself and I need to get my shit together.

Two

I slept for eight hours today.

I need to get my life back on track.  I'm depressed.  Everything's messy.

In danger of joining a cult.  Please send help and snacks.

One

It's 9:00 on a Monday morning.  I haven't slept.

A paper is due today for my GenSex class.  I wrote about how Hawaii is a queer state, since no one really gives a shit about Hawaii and they have fabulous luaus.

Writing these papers is always fun, mostly because of the

 language used in queer scholarship.

"Desire"

"Mapping onto the body"

"Foucault-ian institutions of power"

"Queer time and subjectivity"

It all sounds so intelligent and bullshitty and I wish I could speak in bullshitty terms all the time. I'm just too lazy for that.