count your thoughts on one two three four five fingers.

it would seem that, besides this english major nonsense, i'm also quite good at this feminist/queer/gender theory foolishness. i'm so glad.

my shakespeare professor wore tweed today. we talked about hamlet. meep.

i'm getting next semester sorted. it looks like i'll be taking inclusive education in a diverse society, and literacy and society. for my two remaining higher level english classes, i'll take victorian literature and contemporary criticism. i'm most excited about the last one. deconstructionist, neo-psychological, neo-marxist, new historical, feminist, sociological, and aesthetic criticism, oh my. perhaps it's just me, but i think that sounds hot. i need something else, too, but i need more information for that, so for now i'll just ignore it and hope it goes away.

i talked to my whitney on the phone today, because she is on my coast. and alex became my new melodramatic nineteenth century penpal, because he is neat.

i miss the dublin queers rather a lot as of late.

girls who are boys
who like boys to be girls
who do boys like they're girls
who do girls like they're boys.
(always should be someone you really love.)