10% dixie?!

Your Linguistic Profile:

55% General American English

30% Yankee

10% Dixie

0% Midwestern

0% Upper Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Yeah, the return of regionalism.

In other news...
Beat as fuck. Yay for Rory's going-away party, not-so-yay for the aftershock...oh my poor tired body, I promise I'll take better care of you. Still, it was wonderfully efficient of me to decide that driving back up to school from home at 6am would be a brilliant idea. It kinda was. Cristina kept conversation going while I smoked too much and the sun came up (right into our eyes!) as we drove home (as in back to school). Oh man but at one tollbooth, I handed the dollar to the dude who kinda looked at me and said, "Thank you, Miss." I swear to g-d I almost started to cry. Now, granted, that's probably because I had been up for an inordinate amount of time with a fair bit of [chemical] working its way out of my system, but still. Stuff a cigarette in yr mouth and remind yrself this is not a failure, right?

((But I mean seriously: Miss?? It sucks. What the fuck do I have to do, seriously. And what sort of negotiations or whatever are even worth making, you know? And it gets to the point where I can't even isolate it in one thing, like "oh it's because my tits" or "oh right the leftovers of my eyeliner sideburns are smearing off," which in some ways is a good thing because it reveals to me time and time again how fucked up and bizarre systemic gender assignation is, and in some ways is bad because I end up thinking, "Well, it must just be all of me and I am really just fucking up." Gah. ))

All that aside, um...Home was wonderful. Seeing my mom and dad and Bro was really sweet (in part cos it was so short) and having Cristina there was sorta lovely. I'm really too tired right now to continue this entry, but in short it was a good weekend, a nice break from school, I'm a little fucked with work, and Rory + Jamie's going-away party was surreal cos it was all high school kids.

Anyway, my apologies for the long absence and subsequent incoherent reappearance. I'm gonna go read Deleuze and sleep! mwah