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It's so cold in the library, and Cristina took my jacket.
Hmm, so, the conference was pretty good. I finally got to meet Zach and Paige and Macho and there was a counselor from my school there. Also I saw that guy Stephen (the one who talked to me about the Landmark Forum) and it was strange, because at Michelle's party he was sort of awkward in that shy way but at the conference he was really relaxed and friendly. I also ate some good falafel from this place on 12th, and some awful falafel on 32nd, and the worst Indian food I've ever had from some place on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. Luckily Miacoda seemed to really like it (it was too salty for me) and so she ate it while we watched this really awful offensive movie on HBO in her dorm room. It was the sort of "detective falls into a crowd of lesbian sadomasochists, a scene of ritual murder and (gasp!) cross-dressing!" and it was awful but I couldn't tear myself away. Then I read some of this Anne Rice book that Mia foisted on me and it was actually enjoyable, if not something I would necessarily pick up again.
This is boring cos I'm tired and overworked. I have 7 pages of my queer theory paper done (it was due yesterday) and I still have to delve into dysphoria and the bodily ego, and then get into SRS a little bit and, yknow, come up with a trans-feminist read of trans body alterations that resist the sort of (ahem) feminist discourse that says it's mutilation.
Anyway even though I have nothing of interest to say, I wanted to make an appearance. As it were.
Oh shit, is the library closing?
I guess we're supposed to be out having fun on a Saturday night, or something.
Oh, speaking of fun, last night was really fun. I decided to blow off my work (what a surprise!) to go to Lindsay's birthday, and I got to get mildly dressed up and see my friends and have good conversation and drink a lot of Honey Brown, which is a bit sweet in large quantities but man is so much better than the usual water that comes out of kegs. I also got to eat some pizza, which to a tipsy Oli is one of life's simple pleasures.
"I adore simple pleasures; they are the last refuge of the complex."
Heh, Dorian Gray.
Hmm, so, the conference was pretty good. I finally got to meet Zach and Paige and Macho and there was a counselor from my school there. Also I saw that guy Stephen (the one who talked to me about the Landmark Forum) and it was strange, because at Michelle's party he was sort of awkward in that shy way but at the conference he was really relaxed and friendly. I also ate some good falafel from this place on 12th, and some awful falafel on 32nd, and the worst Indian food I've ever had from some place on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. Luckily Miacoda seemed to really like it (it was too salty for me) and so she ate it while we watched this really awful offensive movie on HBO in her dorm room. It was the sort of "detective falls into a crowd of lesbian sadomasochists, a scene of ritual murder and (gasp!) cross-dressing!" and it was awful but I couldn't tear myself away. Then I read some of this Anne Rice book that Mia foisted on me and it was actually enjoyable, if not something I would necessarily pick up again.
This is boring cos I'm tired and overworked. I have 7 pages of my queer theory paper done (it was due yesterday) and I still have to delve into dysphoria and the bodily ego, and then get into SRS a little bit and, yknow, come up with a trans-feminist read of trans body alterations that resist the sort of (ahem) feminist discourse that says it's mutilation.
Anyway even though I have nothing of interest to say, I wanted to make an appearance. As it were.
Oh shit, is the library closing?
I guess we're supposed to be out having fun on a Saturday night, or something.
Oh, speaking of fun, last night was really fun. I decided to blow off my work (what a surprise!) to go to Lindsay's birthday, and I got to get mildly dressed up and see my friends and have good conversation and drink a lot of Honey Brown, which is a bit sweet in large quantities but man is so much better than the usual water that comes out of kegs. I also got to eat some pizza, which to a tipsy Oli is one of life's simple pleasures.
"I adore simple pleasures; they are the last refuge of the complex."
Heh, Dorian Gray.
