School school school oh mah gah

Aaaand it's back. Full-fledged and just as intense as ever. Reed fucking college.

I don't know why I thought that I wouldn't be suddenly bombarded with work, but I was oh so horribly wrong. I can't even imagine doing anything but working right now (except maybe blogging about how much work I have?). On the other hand, my classes are ridiculously cool. I think I'll enjoy Thinking and Behavioral Neuroscience the most. Film and Interpersonal Perception will be awesome too, I'm sure.

Okay. Back to work.

Montage

So, I know that this is completely and utterly ridiculous, but I've got to divulge what's on my mind even if it reveals my hypersensitivity and inclination to take things too personally. I went to Montage for lunch where it's a tradition to wrap leftovers in cool foil things like at Gladstone's. Everyone in the restaurant got one. Everyone, literally everyone, except me. I don't know why this happened, but I'm pretty offended. Why am I not good enough for a foil creation? Jake got one- sitting at the same table with about the same amount leftover. Anyway, this is why I'm sad at the moment. Someone, please tell me that I'm worthy of at least a foil ball.

As if I haven't blogged enough today...

Just got back from lunch with Jake. Back in bed. Listening to new music at least.

A few parties to go to tonight, but I'm not sure if I want to be drunk. And we all know what a disaster parties are when one is sober. Or maybe just when Aline is sober.

I want to clarify my use of the word retarded, for the future and my last-ish post and always. I'm not at all alluding to developmental disabilities, which I don't consider "retardation". I'm talking about perfectly capable people acting...well...like they aren't perfectly capable. I'm talking about ignorance, not seeing the obvious or seeing the obvious and acting against it. I can't stand it and I can't stand its prevalence- I really just don't understand how people can be so dumb. And I'm not thinking of anything/one specifically right now, but I'm finding this retardation to be a common theme lately.

About developmental disorders like Asperger syndrome and autism, I am thoroughly understanding. I am absolutely in love with my mentee who has Asperger's. When I say everyone should be a bit more like her, I'm not kidding. She is by far one of the brightest 9-year-olds I've ever met and definitely the funniest. Her sense of humor is certainly odd and quirky, and sometimes I'm not even sure if she's joking, but she truly is brilliant. I'm often jealous of the observations she makes, to be honest. One of my favorite things about her is how she expresses her excitement. When she is excited, she waves her hands behind her and makes the greatest face- you can't help but feel excited when she is.

I read an article in the New Yorker yesterday about an individual with Asperger's (written by that man) and was impressed and enlightened. It was beautifully written. Read it.

Mother

I asked my mom if insurance will pay for me to get the HPV vaccination and, along with her response, she writes:

P.S. Remember not to think this replaces the condom. Always protect
against STD's. If you are using other forms of birth control it
should be in ADDITION to the condom. A wise rule: no condom, no sex.

The New Shit

It seems that blogging may be the only thing that will keep me occupied enough to refrain from, well, I don't know. A Manson-induced breakdown? Agh, I hate people. I love Marilyn Manson. I've been sitting here looking at his website and artwork and listening to my Manson mix and everything Manson. And it's making me even more depressed that I'm not going tonight.

I think I'm not only attracted to everything Manson because I'm in love with Marilyn Monroe, intrigued by Charles Manson and a fan of his music, but mainly because he's just so fucking intelligent. Manson is clearly too smart for his own good. I think that anyone who doesn't love him simply hasn't been exposed to him (or at least not in the right way) or is retarded.





Okay. I am going to shower and maybe turn on some lights. I can update more later but this is not healthy.

I'm not an artist, I'm a fucking work of art

I think that my decision to listen to Marilyn Manson at this very moment may have been a mistake. I've been trying to hide my feelings about today for awhile (why? I don't know. It hurts?) and I'm at the point where I'm not sure I can contain it any longer.

Once again, my doubts and anxiety have proven fully warranted and I'm pretty much screwed.

I hate being screwed. And this sort of fucked up situation is exactly the thing that will stop me from taking risks in the future, which is not what I need. I thought it would be fun, I thought maybe- just maybe- they would come through. I thought that if we all invested $70 in something, something like awesome concert tickets, everyone would try a little harder to make it happen. But now I'm stuck with money down the drain and no ride to California and no one to go with. I don't want to think about how badly I wanted to go because I know I will just break down. The concert starts at 7pm tonight. Concord is about 8-10 hours away. If I left now, I might be able to make it in time. But I've resigned to the fact that it's not going to happen- I'm not going to go.

Oh my god I've got to do something really fucking awesome today to make up for this.

If only the skate house party tonight wouldn't (potentially) be so horribly awkward...

(Remember this?)

Just in

I've just received these photos that were taken in June on a trip to the Tree Horse Farm somewhere in Oregon. These are actually the only photos I have of my mentee thus far. So, I now introduce to you...Hope.




As you may be able to tell, my allergies were getting the best of me that day. Hay rides are no fun with hayfever. But of course, Hope was sweet as ever. When we were tired of people, we lied in the grass together and played games. I think everyone should be more like Hope.

Summer's End

Now that summer is coming to a close, I'll have a reason to procrastinate once more. I'll start with a bit of an update. Pictures are always best.

I stayed with Ray in Texas.


Went to the House of Blues with the fam in LA.


Drove up to Enumclaw, WA with Malka and played with animals.




Ava and fam came to PDX to visit me for my b-day.


Lots of fun with the friends.


And the sister.


She fit right in, with some liquid courage help (not that it was needed)






















Babysat my kiddies.




Climbed Mt. St. Helens


Went to the Oregon Coast a few times.




And...you know...more stuff...