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.