so far the most mediocre birthday of my life
stressful day at work due to the absence of my favourite (read:least favourite (read:detestable)) coworker, who’s out with a “wisdom tooth infection” (yeah, sure, okay) and no time to celebrate because i have band practice tonight. THEN i have to go straight to bed so that i don’t die when i get up at 4 tomorrow morning in preparation for yet another stressful day at work. all the while i just wanted to snuggle up in my delectable new flannel sheets and write my story and drink tea and eat chocolate and watch buffy.
but at least “what’s my age again” is finally relevant
WOW what a crazy week it’s been and it’s not even over
practice monday night, followed by v. little sleep, followed by a shitshow of a day at the greenhouse, followed by lots of sleep but still not enough, followed by an incredible boyfriends show followed by yet littler sleep followed by yet another shitshow of a day at the greenhouse. hooray for 5am work days! every day!
but i mean this show was REALLY incredible: it was simultaneously the best and the worst show the boyfriends have ever played because all the equipment went wrong and we didn’t play our best, but we had our First Ever Crowd Surfer and there was a Fucking Crazy Mosh Pit. ridiculously awesome crowd for a wednesday night, they really got me pumped when i wasn’t even sure i’d be able to make it through the set at first. totally worth the loss of sleep and the bothersome neck-pain. so, like, THANK YOU to all the people who were there being amazing.
plus, beforehand LV came over and we hung out for a bit and she taught me some tumbly ways and gave me advice on doing winged eyeliner. yay for being social! i miss people! i’m pathetically and desperately implying that i wish more people would invite me to do things slash that i had more friends!
AND COMING UP SOON are: 1) a Parental Visit, Wherein Both Z’s Parents and Mine Are In Town and Will Meet, which means i have to clean my apartment and try to stop cursing like the sailor i wish i were and start worrying about what horrible and embarrassing things may happen. and 2) a Graduation Ceremony, which is just gonna be kinda boring but like whatever.
so i’m pretty worried that my tumblr is not ‘punk rock’ enough, but then i gotta wonder what is punk rock, anyway? that shit’s a social construct.
Why would I ignore that impulse? When you’re enthusiastic, the writing comes quick and easy. And do you think my editor cried any tears that I’d broken that particular rule? Do you think my readers were pissed? No. No they weren’t. So I say unto you: Follow your enthusiasm.
Patrick Rothfuss, on breaking the rules
1. scrupulously organized my bookmarks in chrome
2. started trying to put together a budget
3. drank a tiny cup of coffee out of a very adorable christmas tree mug
4. stopped trying to put together a budget
5. considered going through all 33 unread messages on my NaNoWriMo account, read a couple of the pep talks
6. wrote, re-wrote, and eventually gave up on posting a status on facebook about how i’m leaving it behind for a while
7. ate dinner
8. felt bad about how i haven’t actually written anything yet and now i have band practice in 10 minutes
If [someone] has reproductive choice but can’t afford it, with all practical intents and purposes, [they] do not have reproductive choice. A right on paper is not a right.
Katherine Cross (via homoarigato)
(Source: hohohomoarigato, via fuckyeahhardfemme)
who taught you that the value of a woman is the ratio of her waist to her hips and the circumference of her buttocks and the volume of her lips? Your math is dangerously wrong her value is nothing less than infinite.
‘Greater than’ by Della Hicks-Wilson (via kiteamuncher)
(Source: dellahickswilson, via black-culture)