i'm 23. look at me, i'm 23.

[jacktellslies]

they're not really all out to get us, are they? i know martyrdom complexes aren't particularly attractive, but avoiding paranoia is getting more and more difficult. lately it seems like the world is splitting into teams. as a big fan of plurality, the idea that there could be sides worries me. or perhaps it isn't so much that there are sides as it is that there are so few of them. at any rate, the fact that my friends and i tended to be the last picked in gym isn't comforting.

i got my first ever zine in the mail today from autodidactic. i wrote some more of my mutilation paper. i walked to a chain drugstore, located at an intersection that features three chain drugstores, two of which were built at the exact same time, to buy ben and jerry's.

icecream is good, but these things can only be cured with comic books.

can someone make SUVs stop happening, please?

i'm really tired. does this entry even make sense?

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sorry, can't do anything about SUVs

[firinel.livejournal.com]

I wasn't always picked last, fortunately. I and the most of the art majors, due to shitty scheduling, were forced due to our small size, to primarily have gym with the boys, who were also prodominately from art majors. We were so small we simply played boys vs. girls each time so there was no picking needed.
The boys would taunt us some, and say they'd kick our ass because we were girls, but I broke a boy's nose playing field hockey once, and after that the boys were kind of afraid of us girls.

I hate lockrooms.

Anyway. Yes, you make sense. Always.

Re: sorry, can't do anything about SUVs

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

but I broke a boy's nose playing field hockey once, and after that the boys were kind of afraid of us girls.

wow. that's really cool. i was slightly more respected in summer camp after a rogue hockey stick gave me a black eye, but i can't remember having maimed anyone else.