It ain't ice cream.

I just figured out what "being down with the swirl" means.

"Doing back spins running man and more,
Party down with vigor and candor"
--Deltron 3030

and you care because...?

I was having a pleasant casual conversation with some friends the other day and somehow or another I end up stating how I don't like feminists. Unfortunately these friends happen to identify as feminists and are much more articulate and better debaters then I am, so this didn't go over too well. Ok, maybe making such a generalized statement like that is a bit misconceiving. What I meant was I don't like the type of feminists who say/write crap like "womyn" or "herstory" or listen to Ani Difranco (I'm sorry but she is just fucking terrible) or dissect every beer ad they see as objectifying when really it is just using sex appeal to sell their product when they flip right past a different ad that shows a guy half naked in a provocative pose. I happen to like being considered pretty or cute and therefore get cat calls and the occasional free something. I agree that there are many fucked up things that happen to women all over the world, but fucked up things happen to men too. I just can't see how making tie-dyed shirts is going to prevent date rape and I certainly can't see why they think I want to hear about their menstrual cycles or Gaia life forces or whatever. I am all for equality, but I like being the femme in a relationship and I like having other people lift the heavy stuff for me. I wish I looked good in a tux, but I really like being able to cry at anything and wear red lipstick and tight jeans instead. I like whiskey and beer, but I also like cosmos and mojitos. I play dress up all of the time but I really like to build furniture and study maps. I prefer cheeseburgers to salads, I am totally obsessed with losing weight and dressing to appeal to boys while still being considered "one of the guys", I hate generic romance, I am capable of most things but I would love to have someone else to drive me around, buy me dinner sometimes, and do my taxes. Mischa Barton, Natalie Portman, and Beyonce Knowles are fucking sexy, as are Adrian Brody, Elijah Wood, and Seth Rogan.



Great. I totally lost where I was going with this rant. Basically, why the hell does anyone care if I like feminists and feminism anyway? It's just an opinion, it isn't carved in stone or tattooed across my face, and it isn't unjust either. I have spent plenty of time surrounded by the kind of feminists I previously described and I don't like those people. If most of the feminists I knew were awesome people and were able to speak intelligently about what their ideals were then maybe I wouldn't have this opinion. Also, you can have all of the opinions you want, it's when your opinions start making you act like an asshole and a bigot that it becomes a problem. I also don't like conservative religious (any religion) republicans. Anyone gonna jump down my throat for that? No, because whitey is always up and society is always keeping women down.
Or something.

Wasting time

La la la...

I am such a fucking nerdo.

No one really likes werewolves very much huh? It seems to me like they are the side dish of supernatural nerd creatures. The whole werewolves vs. vampire idea seems cool, but not if you take away the vampires.
I like vampires, zombies, sharks, centaurs, lamassus, and unicorns.

A swing and a miss..

Remember when I made a zombie valentine's day card that had absolutely nothing romantic or sex related on it for that boy, and he wouldn't even take it because he hates valentine's day so much?


Yeah, that sucked.





I mean it wasn't some meaningless teddy bear holding a heart that I bought from Duane Reade. I made it. If I hadn't given it to him on valentine's day would he have accepted it and probably really liked it because he is a big ol' nerd too?
That was just one thing on a long list of dumb things I did to seriously fuck over that possible relationship.

Woot woot [walla walla bling blang blung]!

I am a bit hesitant, but I am still way excited.


http://www.avclub.com/articles/the-walking-dead-shambles-over-to-amc,31601/

I seem to be clueless about most things that involve me.

So... is sending a link about something you have recently expressed is of great interest to you the new mixtape?
Wishful thinking most likely.
Le sigh.

Breaking Magic Down into Atoms

So who really is in charge when it comes to the topic of inviting in a vampire?
Most (if not all) of the literature states that in order for a vampire to enter a private home they must be invited in by a resident of that home. The problem here is that real estate and living situations aren't really that simple.
My situation for example:
I reside in an apartment in a residential apartment building. I rent this apartment with a flatmate. We are both lease holders and we split the rent and utility bills evenly.
My flatmate has a boyfriend who spends most nights at our apartment. He does not officially live here, but he has a key and has spent quite a lot of time here even if my flatmate was not.
My parents have a key (as back up) and they pay my rent while I am in school.
Recently my flatmate was out of the country for a while so she sublet her room to a polite and clean boy to pay her half of the rent and bills.
The apartment building is owned by a management company rather then a single landlord. Many people have shares in the company, so many people technically own our apartment.
The only names on the mailbox are mine and my flatmates, but we always get mail for Hussain Imam (I really want to know who he is).
I still have a key, receive packages, and have personal items at my parents apartment. I have not slept there in months at least.

Can all of these people invite a vampire into my house? Can I invite one into my parent's house? I need to consult Mr. Cataliades, the half-demon lawyer for the Vampire Queen of Louisiana [in the Sookie Stackhouse world].

"ug."

I am so fucking tired. I might fail nursing school just a week shy of completing, but I am just too tired and worn down to even bother to muster up some anxiety about it.

Time for some ramblings:
I have been talking with the boy more lately. We went to a show together the other night (pretty spur of the moment, but he invited me so I'm flattered), hung out before and after, and sat together in class today passing notes about comic books and zombie movies the whole time.
Even though the active crush feelings are kinda gone (but I might just be in denial or something), I still like him a lot. He is funny as hell and really easy to talk with, despite the fact that he is kind of a genius, which of course is horribly intimidating. But maybe it's time I set my sights higher (or something?) when it comes to dating? I don't know really, I have horrible self-esteem like everyone else I know, but at the same time I often think I am better then almost everyone else around me. Whatever, to tired to dissect my own defunct personality.

Accents I have always been a fan of and kind of want myself:
serious Southern drawl
old school 5 boroughs
Russian/most of Eastern Europe
Caribbean

I hate sweating. If I could, I would make it so that I would sweat out of mainly only one 2" x 2" square on my left fore arm. That way I could cover it with cool arm bands or something. Or long gloves.
I don't know I'm not thinking to clearly, I just hate summer because I sweat so much and it's gross.

I'm thinking of investing in a real sewing machine.