I just went out for a cigg. I saw three women in bob wigs and trench coats and polka dotted high heels walking as slow as possible down Michigan Avenue. I wanted to join them, but I had to get back to work. While this was happening, a van with signs in the window in about eight different languages (including Catonese) that all said shit like "THE END IS NEAR" was driving up and down Michigan Ave while someone inside read passages from the Bible condemning homosexuality and such (maybe because of the gay marriage thing in California).

I'm so stressed out I can't even eat. I will detail this later.

Need to start looking for a new job. Anywhere hiring? My boss said I can only work 10 hours a week over the summer (while picking up other's shifts while on vacation), and while I wanted a lighter work load, I wanted to work 16. These are the classes I'm taking this summer, I don't remember if I posted this:

Mondays and Wednesdays:

Biology of Human Reproduction, 1PM-5:20PM (05/27/2008-06/28/2008)
Craft Seminar: Exploding the Canon, 5:30PM-8:20PM (05/27/2008-07/19/2008)

Tuesdays and Thursdays:

Intro to Sociology, 5PM-9PM (05/27/2008-06/28/2008)

In Richard Dawkin's chapter on sexual selection in The Ancestor's Tale, The Peacock’s Tale, sexual selection is a means for implementing social trends and tastes biologically by means of evolution; i.e., human hairlessness is passed down because mates choose those with less hair, due to, at its heart, personal tastes (the utilitarian purpose being that less hair = less lice/parasites). But the feminist has a hard time choking all this down because it's easiest to approach evolution and the idea of sexual selection in a sexist way, due to its implications of gender inequality. Dawkins uses purely cisgendered heterosexually motivated examples in this chapter, overlooking the inclusion of those who identify differently and appear unexplained in today’s humans. Ultimately, Dawkins’ argument laid down in this chapter can be reduced to the great question of evolution: Which came first, the chicken or the egg? That is to say, does biological or genetic inheritance make way for gender roles, or do long-standing social structures affect animals biologically?

Yesterday/tonight was fucking epic, that's all I have to say. I am a different person.

The party drama was short and sweet. To keep it short, Kaysha met Manic on the front porch with bf Mike at her side as a sort of badass enforcer who just had to look disinterested and threatening, and she bitched him out for being a fucking retard and daring to show up at our apartment.

Two drunk boys making out in my kitchen also.

So much happened, it's all a secret though. Maybe I'll write about it when I'm less sober, but maybe not. Pictures will exist at some point.

eta Oh yeah, I lost my cellphone. I think my apartment eats drunk people's cellphones. In any case... it gone. Until I hopefully find it at my apartment when I go back over there in a minute.

So I think I'm going to do a friends cut. I've had the same friends list for years basically, many of the journals are dead now. So if you read and don't comment very often, or if you don't update your lj anymore but still want to read mine for some reason, comment and I'll keep you. 200 is too many.

Most people will be kept, I just want to know who reads this dumb shit still.

Or just comment and tell me about your day. Hi, how are you?

Yesterday, in my human sexuality seminar, we were learning about birth control. My professor (this 70something dude with a big white beard, used to teach at UChicago, very intelligent) had brought in a whole bunch of different methods to show us. Finally he got to the condoms.

"A lot of people don't like using condoms because they feel like they interrupt the 'erotic flow,' but I can show you how condoms can still be erotic."

So.

He puts the condom in his mouth and says, "Watch carefully," then PULLS OUT A GIANT BLACK DILDO AND PUTS THE CONDOM ON IT WITH HIS MOUTH.

Yesterday I decided to become a sexologist.

When I am about to hang out with a boy and there is a chance he might see me naked, even if I am not attracted to him but know there is a possibility he could slip me a roofie and have at it, even if he's seen me naked before, even if I'm only mildly attracted to him and he has a girlfriend, I invest hours into getting ready and making sure every inch of my skin smells like something you can buy at Bath and Body Works, trying to figure out how thick is too thick when it comes to eye liner, and what size of holes in the crotch of my tights goes crosses the boundary of "easy access" to "why don't you buy a new pair of tights you cheap slut." I even have a single pair of underwear that I save just for these occasions. (I have to admit that the times that I do actually get naked and the underwear comes off without a glance I am slightly disappointed that my specific choice was not praised.)

I will go through this process for ever and ever, as long as there is a chance that I will be naked. The thing is, as soon as I'm in a relationship, I forget about trying to make myself look more attractive than I actually am. Holes of any variety in my tights will no longer determine their wearability, I'll start smearing on eyeliner as thick as possible, and seem to forget how to shave my legs.

I'm mentioning this because I think I fully realized the extent of this obsessive-compulsive vaguely non-sensical behavior today; I'm meeting someone whom I think is rather cute for coffee and/or drinks later. I work all day until four and have therefore set aside two times in my day during which I can shower and prepare -- the routine morning shower and pre-date shower. I work at a desk all day! I don't have to sweat or even move! My rational is that I look progressively shittier throughout the day and showers are like the reset button.

Man Man was the best fucking show I've ever been to.

( INSANITY )

So I got my bday package today. I was told to wait until tomorrow to open it, but I was having such a boring day that I decided to be childish and open it as soon as I got back to my room. It's been a good year! This is my haul:

1. A cook book. Important for apartment living!


2. Really fancy candy, to compensate for lack of birthday cake (my mom is adorable like that).


3. A really really nice scarf shawl thing, I'm not sure why this is an appropriate gift for me, but it looks expensive.


4. $150 Gift Card to Macy's.


5. $100 check (from my grandparents).


6. THREE DAY PASS TO LOLLAPALOOZA! Hellllll yes!