October 29, 2003
that's what I'M talkin' about!
check this shit out.
www.blackpeopleloveus.com (sorry i don't remember how to make a link and i'm too lazy to figure it out right now)
apparently everyone and their dog has seen it already around this house, but maybe some of you are not aware. if you were and you didn't tell me, i'm never talking to you again.
check out the letters people wrote. it seems that several people actually thought it was a serious site, which i'm having trouble wrapping my mind around. anyway, enjoy, my friends, enjoy.
October 28, 2003
In the Midst of Midterms
A few weeks ago a truck drove through one of the brick walls at the entrance to my university. While I was initially impressed with the administration’s humorous handling of the situation (creating a banner to cover the hole depicting a giant terrapin crashing through the wall),
I am even MORE impressed by the students’ ingenious response.
October 26, 2003
Fires
Um, how is most of north and east county San Diego on fire? I just got off the phone with my parents. My grandfather just got evacuated from his house and he's not sure whether or not it will be there when he gets back. Cal State San Bernadino is shut down and possibly on fire. My friend Nikki got evacuated from her apartment in Escondido, then she went to her father's house in Santee... but his house is near my grandfather's, so that's not looking hopeful. Her mother was evacuated 3 days ago and she's pretty sure her house has already burned. The lakes that are 2 blocks away from the house I grew up in are on fire. The hills accross the street from my high school are on fire. Both West Hills (my HS) and Santana (the other HS in Santee) have been shut down. My grandfather said the smoke is so thick that he couldn't see accross the street and it was dark inside the house in the middle of the day. He couldn't turn on the lights because the power was out, so he was using flashlights to gather important documents and pack his bags.
My roommate has an aunt in Tierra Santa (a city in San Diego county) and she is pretty sure her house is gone. She lives on the edge of a canyon and she was evacuated early this morning.
I'm just blown away by how extensive the fires are. The Santa Ana winds have caused things to get completely out of control. Crazy shit.
October 25, 2003
Pre-Halloween POCR Night
Tonight I went to a special, Halloween edition of POCR night (POCR stands for People Of Color Retention). It’s basically a time for all the colored folks in my program to eat soul food, vent about institutional oppression, damn the man, and tell racist jokes that only we get to laugh at. Our group was kinda sparse tonight because everybody has midterms. We couldn’t meet next week because that’s homecoming weekend and everybody has to work. Here is the pic, aren’t we cute? My costume is a shameless rip-off of Jason’s arts&crafts masterpiece from last year. Luckily, no one from my cohort was in the Castro last year on Halloween, so I’m in the clear on this cost ~*sneaky snicker*~
In other news, I’m going to see Ben Folds exactly one week from today. Yay me!
October 23, 2003
it's the beginning of the end...
I tell you what. This is bad news. For weeks, I've been bitching about not having internet in my house. For every visit to the world wide web, I've lugged my ass to the corner coffee shop that thankfully doesn't charge for using their wireless, and have spent my time frantically doing every internet related thing I can think of before the end of my latte. All the while trying not to stare at the unremarkable yet strangely alluring barista (and yes, folks, he does indeed look like a serial killer).
Those days have changed. Today the Comcast guy made his fourth and hopefully final visit to Casa Bonita in order to fix whatever it was that was fucked up with their product. This means I now have complete access to the internet, from virtually any place in my house, as long as I've got my laptop comfortably atop my lap. Now I will once again be "makin' the rounds, makin' the rounds" of cementhorizon, checking my e-mail to see if anyone, possibly Jon Vonnegut*, has decided to look me up and find out if I'd like to have wild crazy sex sometime**, and probably looking at friendster since I now *have* to join b/c apparently Jason R. has a great testimonial for me, or something. Anyway, the point here is that I have no time for any of this. It's good-bye grad school now. I'll never leave the house. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.***
*name changed to prevent embarassing web searches that could bring up this page)
**mmmm, serial killers
*** you know, I don't know who I'm kidding. I mean, last night, my housemates and I created an elaborate "MISSING" poster for the pancake Kyle and I have been passing back and forth like a divorce-torn child. I'm realizing this is a story that might need some elaboration for anyone to know what I'm talking about. Suffice it to say, I've been spending plenty of time fucking around lately. I'm just going to have to prioritize my fucking around between house pranks and the internet. And the coffee shop guy.
October 21, 2003
Week of Lame
Basically, it’s only Tuesday and this week already sucks the big one (and no, let’s not get into a debate about whether sucking is a good thing or a bad thing – I’m having a shitty week and I’m a lesbian, and if I want to use sucking as a negative term, I’m going to). I spent almost every moment of this weekend studying and writing papers, but my workload is so overwhelming that I felt completely unaccomplished. Yesterday, I rearranged my work schedule so I could meet with this director because I want to teach this class on LGBT Leadership, but that turned out to be a total waste of my time. When we scheduled the meeting, he seemed enthused about my interest. He even titled his response to my query “Outstanding!” – but then I got there and he basically told me I sucked and needed to teach this other class before he could trust me to teach the class that I’m interested in. Then, I skipped my first class in grad school so I could go to callbacks for the Vagina Monologues. I made it through the first round of cuts (100 down to 38), but in the end, my passion for Vaginas did not impress them. I just got an e-mail thanking me for my time.
Today, I’ve called in sick. Frankly, I think that being sick of this week should count. I’m going to use my extra 5 hours to finish a paper that’s due this afternoon, study for a midterm that I have tomorrow night, and possibly start a paper that’s due next week.
I hope your weeks aren’t sucking as bad as mine. If they are, Mercury is probably in retrograde or something – that bitch of a planet is always fucking things up.
October 11, 2003
Happy National Coming Out Day!
I probably should have posted this earlier in the day, but it slipped my mind. I spent most of the day in my house where there was no one to come out to. Then I went to work and saw a bunch of people who already know I'm a lesbian. So, in an effort to come out to SOMEONE before the day is over, I'm posting about NCOD here.
Feel free to use this space to come out as whatever seems appropriate.
October 07, 2003
Six Years ‘Till Thirty!
The first time I can remember meeting our dear Erica was on my 20th birthday. I was very very drunk (as it should be) and she was dropping in on the party with a certain Miss Baynes. To be perfectly honest, I almost spit my yucka across the room because I thought she was an ex that I’d had a rocky break-up with. Erica’s double (who also happens to be named Erica) had been stalking me for a few months and I thought she was using my birthday to kick things up a notch. To my pleasant surprise, she was not Erica M. (my ex), but Erica D – not there to stalk me, just there to partake in the yucka like any red-blooded UPS student. That said, I was still creeped out and pretty much avoided her for the next 10-12 months.
Who knew that such an amazing friendship could grow out of fear, drunkenness, and mistaken identity?
Happy Birthday Beautiful
PS - My original plan was to write you a poem
But my brain was too tired by the time I got home
Yet another occasion where I turn up lame
But the best part about you is that I know you’ll love me just the same.
October 04, 2003
Our President the Poet
Laura Bush recently shared this poem with a captive audience at the Library of Congress.
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, Oh my, lump in the bed, How I've missed you. Roses are redder, Bluer am I, Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy..."
~By George W. Bush
Who knew we had such a rhetorical talent in the white house? In honor of our dear GeeDubya, I think we should have a poetry contest with “Roses are red, Violets are blue” as the standard format. Topics may include, but should not be limited to: the state of our nation, homework, weather, Michele’s voluptuous breasts, pets, natural disasters, newly purchased “unmentionables,” Erica’s ass, “working it,” and postmodernism.
The initial winner of the contest will be determined via online voting. However, in the spirit of our nation’s Supreme Court system and the state of California, the selection of the actual winner will be negotiated behind closed doors - by people we don’t know. Good Luck to all!
October 02, 2003
House passes partial birth abortion ban
I told those Green Party bitches that this was gonna happen. I fucking TOLD THEM!
"But the women's movement is too strong - people will fight back," they cried. Where the hell is that pansy-ass Nader now? Huh? Great political strategy MORON. "We don't think the democrats are liberal enough so we'll put Satan in charge instead. That'll show em!"
Back in good ol' fall of 2000, I used to tell people that I might vote for Nader in 2004 if he built up enough of a following to be a legitamate candidate. But he could have 90% of the nation on his side now and I would fuck Rush Limbaugh before giving Nader my vote. He never gave a shit about this nation. If he had, he wouldn't have thrown us to the fucking wolves.
Wow, for a barren Lesbian with no chance in hell of an unwanted pregnancy, abortion politics sure piss me the fuck off.