Child of Countless Trees

I have discovered that ultram makes me with the loopyness. that may not be a word, but I will subscribe to it anyway. Dave says I do interpretive dance while high on this drug. not really, but there were gestures. So I figured I would write and share with you all for posteriory and thus be able to read this later and go woah look, I am a fruitbar!

is it fruitbar or nutbar? I think it's nutbar.

So, funny story and way more funny because I am sure I am funny at the moment. I have a sense of these things you see. Dave came in and we were talking and he was laughing at my high-ness. my druggedness, not my princessness because I am a pretty princess (especially at the moment) but that's another post. So then I told him that somehow in the last six hours we have gotten more lights for hte bedroom, and he said, "no honey, YOU have more lights in the bedroom, for me there's only two."

and as he was walking upstairs I shouted, "THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS" do you see what I did there? I'm high as a kite and I can still make star trek jokes.

Yes, I am responsible for the decline of the American family. Me and all my GBLTQ pals have concocted a scheme to destroy straight couples and traditional families here through the nefarious use of gay marriage. That's right. We're going to support the right of people to marry whoever their queer/straight hearts desire so long as they are consenting and of age to consent. Through this devious process, we will come into your homes and destroy your families.

By the very knowledge that I could marry another girl, your daughters and sons will turn to DRUGS and PRE-MARITAL SEX and become terrible people who you will be ashamed of. It's our magic power. Our GBLTQ brains emit a signal that turns otherwise moral people to immorality and decay! But! It only works when we can marry! Otherwise our super powers are contained carefully. By keeping the queers down, you have successfully suppressed our magic, but no longer! No! Our dark and cunning plans will no longer be kept down by you annoying law abiding perfect people who never do anything wrong!

No, soon, there will be non-traditional, non-missionary, non-procreation based sex everywhere! This is only the first step! Soon we will take over your schools and demand that students fall in line with the Gay Agenda. We must induct your children into our cult of Teh Gay quickly, so that they too fall to our GBLTQ mind rays! GET YOUR TINFOIL HATS TO BLOCK OUR SIGNALS, OR PERISH!

...sounds kind of stupid when it's put that way, huh?

Today, I once again watched Ken Robinson's talk on how schools force creativity out of students, and his belief that we are all born with the potential for great talent. You can find it here:

http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html - link uncovered so ya'll know what you're getting into. :)

So now I'm going to ask something of my whole friends list (and beyond). This is kind of like a meme, but instead, I'd like you to just post a response here to this post. Responses will be unscreened, this entry will be unlocked (gasp) and I encourage you to point your friends at it and let them respond as well. I ask that any further responses to replies be supportive and embracing.

What I'd like you to do is tell me your talent. What can you do? What inspires you? How did you find your talent and how does it manifest in your daily life? Did your education support or deny your talents?

I have only one rule. Tell me your talent completely, proudly, unabashedly, and with no reservations. Please do not tell me you're "not as good as X" or self deprecate. I want to hear your talent, and to admire you, and I give you permission to for this moment be completely proud of yourself without reservation.

Thank you to those who respond. I can't wait to hear what you'll say.

I tried, finally, to read Twilight today.

I got to page four before I had to hurl the book across the room.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/10/10/connecticut-gay-marriage_n_133605.html

Interview in two hours! Wish me luck!

I have a paper I could use some help with, and my school writing lab is not nearly critical enough for my professor. I'm looking for grammar, concept and idea flow, passive voice (my bane) and other giant glaring flaws.

If you've the time to help out, please yell out.

Gypsy

My rough of my 15 page paper is done. A few thoughts:

I must be a weirdo, cause I love Shakespeare MORE after writing all this.

My school rules. I have babaganoush for lunch.

I want a vacation.

I'm so done with this paper for at least a few days.

Happy Birthday to apexmachina!

chimeramwe is now old. That is all.

I'm gonna get hit.

Is a DEEPLY AWESOME MOVIE and you should all GO SEE IT.

Why it is that obviously embracing caucasian heritage is wrong, Aryan, and racist, but the guy in the lunch line can call me 'Cornbread' and walk around slouching and slumping with his gangsta look and a gold tooth?

( Thoughtful meanderings about racism, ethnic groupings, religion, and 'group' stereotyping. Cut for language. If you can't handle swears, don't look. )

Oh, and Two Girls #8 is up. Go read. And if you're not reading the blogs at the bottom, you're missing a lot of fun.

Gypsy

Current Music: Happier

The Last Mimsy is the best movie ever and also, the best one shot child character tabletop ever.

Ever.

So, I measured today. My hair is 27 inches long. That's... Just ridiculous.

I put my hair in a bun to play Kiyomi a few weekends ago at the Garandi meeting. When I got back to ravensgrace's house, I was in so much pain I was almost in tears. I had hairsprayed and pinned it to death so it wasn't something I could easily take out in the car without stabbing a driver or my sleeping girlfriend, but dear ass on toast, my hair is heavy.

This morning I woke myself up because it was caught under my butt in bed. It's getting stuck under my shirts and in my pants, tangling in my bra, and my very favorite, twisting seven times around my seat belt when I went to get wirednavi this past Thursday.

That. Is it. Tomorrow, come hell, high water, or perhaps a flood of biblical proportions, I am lopping off at least five to ten inches of my hair, and layering the hell out of it. It looks shitty as hell at this point due to ragged ends and always being ridiculously flat and heavy, and I can't put it in a bun anymore or I'll DIE.

Oh, and I'm reblonding it tonight, in the front. :)

Gypsy

Current Music: Blame Canada, Southpark (I have NO idea why)

(This is intended as Cassidy's last swan song, the last written bardic work before she leaves. It can be assumed to be IG information, left in the box of various letters and keepsakes she gave to Lona to disperse. I may make it available to the general Madrigal populace, depending on what people think.)

( Epilogue. )

Feb. 8th, 2008 12:04 pm Everyone ever should see this. Especially mechasquid.

I don't care what political stance you have, this is a good message no matter what candidate you want to win. We can.

Gypsy

First public entry in over a year.

I'm doing all right. My NaNo is complete, for what it's worth. A lot of it is schlock, but I think some of it is revolutionary. I'm proud of that. I'm still working on communication myself; while some things are smooth, I still suck at some aspects and will take just as long as anyone else to sort them out.

Today I'm at the college, registering for my classes for the spring semester. I'm freaked out and a little nervous. Going Undecided for this term, because major selection requires the permission of a department head and I'm not comfortable trying to sell myself to someone without being a hundred percent sure myself. I'm leaning toward a Psychology major with a minor in performing/therapeutic arts. If only the people at Acting Out could see me now.

However, annthemun had an appointment an hour before mine, so I'm chilling out here working on this entry to pass time.

Life is all right. I'm kicking my own ass to get my Changeling game going (I promise, I haven't forgotten it), and hopefully we'll start getting dates going soon. I'm looking forward to annthemun's Mutants and Masterminds game, which promises to be fun. Took me a while to come up with a concept, but it seems to be working for me.

Inter-personally, the last few days have sucked a little, but I have hopes they'll get better. Balancing the need to advocate for myself with consideration has been hard, and left me swinging too far toward stupid self immersion instead of being clear. I still haven't heard from the Hathor Legacy site about my articles, but I did just send them in a few days ago, and I get the impression the site is a hobby to the people who do it, not a job. So, it might take a while.

For the first time in something like two years the entire house is pretty much clean, except the kitchen (because Thanksgiving kills kitchens). It's nice to have this giant floor space in my room, cause I'd like to actually sew again, and I hope to whip off some wrap and normal pants to sell at LARPs for spare cash with the bin and a half of excess fabric I have sitting around.

I got almost no sleep last night, because first my cat would not stop walking on my stomach and chest, and then he insisted on crawling up behind me and kneading his leetle claws into my spine. Whee, flying kitty! Incourrigible, he came back four times and then started chewing on the wall. I was un-pleased. Then I woke an hour before the alarm went off with the horrid fear I'd overslept, which left me with exactly three hours of sleep. Before which I had a really miserable night with an interpersonal boom. So, not the best of lead ups for my day.

I was thinking today about feminism, and what sort of feminist I am or am not. It was interesting to consider, since I tend to hate feminism. Most of the category is man-hating bullshit that like any good bully has to put someone else down to feel big and strong. Then I started noticing other things. Only recently has Spike TV come out, and it's lambasted by the media for being misogynistic and rude. But we've had Lifetime: The Women's Network (gag me) for years, and we have Oxygen! too. Just for the record, I call Lifetime the Battered Women's Network because for the love of Dog, is it possible to be a strong woman without getting abused/raped/having cancer/kidnapped or family member kidnapped or otherwise violated? Do they really think women need some sort of adversity to rise above in order to become awesome? The Lifetime movie names are great too. "A Stranger in the House", "The Mother I Never Knew", and "Fighting Cancer with a Smile: The Louise Turner Story."

Then I noticed something in my college course catalog. Women's Studies. Women's Studies in Education. Women in Media. Women in Dance. Women in Music. Not one 'Men in' course. Because that would be wrong. W. T. F?

While I admit that history has been relatively one sided, I'd prefer a curriculum that tries to integrate both halves instead of swinging wide into the opposing and totally female centric arena.

Anyway, soon, I go into my meeting.

Gypsy

Current Mood: exhausted

*sniffle*