Anyone else having trouble accessing their e-mail all of a sudden? I know it's not the mailbox move thing because I've been using the newmail server for a few days.
Sidenote: anyone else find it a teensy bit suspicious that the mail thing happened RIGHT after Schwarz announced major admchanges

So, on a total whim, I got a tattoo tonight. I'd thought about it before in hypothetical terms (ie "if I ever got a tattoo it'd be of a bird and stars") but I never really thought I'd  actually get it done. It's a dove surrounded by three stars, for one of my favorite ee cummings quotes, "i'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance." I'm soooooo happ with the way it turned out. :-D

So I've been at Purchase for about 3 weeks now. And it's pretty fucking awesome.
That is all, I just figured I was due for an update.
Back to my research paper on the relationship between Islam and Christianity in Nigeria...

So I went to see Les Mis tonight, starring our good friend Robert Lebrun as Javert. He was amazing, which was a tad painful to see, but I'm really really glad he's finally breaking out of his shell a bit. He's a great guy, and people are starting ro realize that. I had a few moments of flashback, in which I remembered him holding me tightly and kissing me on the forehead (which I still maintain is a tad creepy, but I digress). Oh well, it's long past the acceptable mouring period. Perhaps prom with Dan Savage will yield more exciting results...

So, yesterday was interesting.  We had a half day at school.  Afterwards, I used by lunch money to buy a small glass pipe and headed over to el Culo Caliente's house with ::too lazy to come up with a nickname::. I then proceeded to smoke more weed than I have in the past 6 months combined, somehow make it down Culo's brother's smoking perch's crazy ass spiral staircase, stumble into the bathroom and black out.  When I came to, I was laying on my back and Culo's 170 pound, man-sized Mastiff dog was all up in my face.  Good thing I fucking HATE dogs.  Anyways, I was too numb/disoriented/stoned to do anything about it, so I just stayed there until my friends found me (which prob took about a minute, but I felt like I'd been sleeping for 2 days). They took care of me, got me a pillow and all that. Also, a popsicle, which was the first thing I'd eaten all day.
Eventually, I got up and plopped down on the couch, we ordered Thai food and watched Law and Order for about 4 hours.
All in all, a pretty sweet afternoon.
Today, I took the AP Lit test, which I think I did reasonably well on, but you never know with such things.

Got a haircut today. Mom bugged out at the salon because she thinks cutting it short so close to prom is a bad idea. It's not even THAT short. It's like... just above shoulder-length. I finally got the Corin-bob of my dreams. Whoooo! Someday I'll go for the Dig Me Out era severly asymmetrical bang thing (which Corin had about 10 years before Victoria Beckham, I feel the need to point out). The only downside is that I can't tie it back when I'm too lazy to blow dry/flat iron/otherwise style it. Whatevs, totally worth it.
Ew, this post makes me feel waaaaay too teenage girly.

Yes, and it was actually quite lovely. That was the night I found out that I'll take my clothes off slash otherwise potentially debase myself for the possibility of money, as it was for a scavenger hunt. And, in the end, I did get paid, because my team won. Whooo!
If I could go back in time, however, I probably would've chosen a different location. Long Island Sound probably wasn't a good choice. All in all, I suppose I'm just lucky I didn't catch anything from the phosphorescent... somethings... swimming/floating around in the general vicinity of my vagina. Also, not cool, the dude who asked if he could get a "peek" of we four naked teenage girls. No thanks, man. Although since we were in public, I guess it was his right to look.

Ahhh, I see this question was initially posed on 4/20. I had a rather uneventful holiday, although I did technically celebrate (three cheers for midnight tokes!). Really I was just bummed about vacation ending. Especially since the only thing of value I did all week was read a few more pages of Backlash (yayyyyy Feminist literature!).

So I'm officially an adult, as I turned 18 today and all that. I can't even handle typing that, it looks/feels so fucking weird. Anyways, nothing really happened to merit any special recognition, but I might as well write something anyway. I sat next to Robert Lebrun (yay for literary code names!) today in study hall, as is my usual Monday/Wed tradition. On the plus side, choosing to put myself in such close proximity with him lo longer feels like such a blatantly masochistic action, which is good, because it means I must be over him. Whatever, he's lame anyway, at least that's what I keep telling all my friends...
Anyway, I've ducked out on some relatively large responsibilities in the past few days (the biggest being my avoidance of all things school newspaper related, which is actually pretty fucked up because it's not cool to do that to the page editors, etc. but I digress). I hope this isn't indicative of some sort of larger problem. I've been feeling pretty good lately, the best I've felt in a long time. I've yet to e-mail Dr. Ellen back, which is probably somewhat disconcerting to her. I should probably get on that. I told my mom I want to start seeing a therapist again, and that convo went a lot better than I expected. I suppose I do have some stuff to work out before college, so I should probably get on that.
Gee, this is sort of a bummer entry. This is supposed to be festive! Whatevs, on to other (not really) brighter things. Virginia Woolf, it is!

Rape. That's the first thing that comes to mind. A few weeks ago, I got into a big argument with my brother because I was hating on one of this favorite shows Family Guy. I'm not one of the PC Police, but there are just certain things that aren't funny. Rape, incest, molestation... Don't go there, Seth McFarlane, it's just not cool. I'm ok with  risque/low brow humor, I fucking LOVE South Park, after all. At least Trey and Matt don't have to resort to such things to get a laugh. They're too busy making episodes about statues of the Virgin Mary menstruating. But hey, I still love them so...