when I think it’s going to be a long horrific day, but it’s a day that I get out of classes early and everything goes right. Ah, perfect.
just write yourself please. Or go to work for me. Pieces of paper can do that right?
Realized I was walking around campus with the first few buttons of my shirt undone…. At least I’m wearing a cute bra, since anyone that saw me got a mighty good look at it.
The prof that I do research for said he was “very impressed” with my writing and that I write better than some other profs in the department.
I have no idea if that means the other profs are completely unqualified or if I just know what the hell I’m doing. Hm.
I have a knack for thinking of my better ideas under mass amounts of pressure. Lovely right?
Writing my queer lit term paper on the homoerotic and homosocial aspects of the book and film Fight Club. Actually almost excited to write it. Almost. It is a 10 page term paper after all.
is not exactly going so smoothly because I keep finding myself distracted. Normally there’s not an issue, but today… Some words just seem to float above the page in gigantic capital letters. So while I’m attempting to encapsulate say, the Masters and Johnson or Kaplan phase models into my brain, the words AROUSAL, CLIMAX, ORGASM, EXCITEMENT keep blurring my vision.
And I have TWO sex-related classes this semester.
Oh dear lord.
Which means STOYA FOR HOMEWORK, YEEEESS.
Along with BDSM, polyamory, and sex toy panels in the near future. Excited.
and Thursday might just kill me.