rusty, the screen door, she opened it
enough humor. if yr a former educator of yrs truly do yrself a favor and skip the next entry (chronologically the first one today). now we get to some things that are serious. the reading in college makes me want to set something on fire, preferably the books. its so damn boring i can’t take it! these books just absolutely blow. for chrissakes. the leadership book actually spoke about something intelligent for a while that may have actually spurred brain activity in my little jess head and what did it say: gender stereotypes. while i don’t think i hate jung even a quarter or eighth as much as i hate freud.. i must say the generalization about men being Ts and women being Ps really angered me. why can’t we as a culture get away from telling our men that they have to be strong critical thinkers to be attractive (or athletes, etc.) and our women that they need to be passive nurturers. i am a woman. i am strong. get over it. if you’re an artist or a poet or a dreamer and youre male, more power to you. hell, if you’re a human being and you’re beautiful at all: rock on, and don’t kill yourself. i know its tempting.
im wearing shorts and kinda-shaven legs in the lounge of my hall sitting across from this guy who’s reading history of some sort (he was sleeping when i got here) and its 1:30 in the morning and i’ve just been blogging. this is really when i should be wearing an “i’m blogging this” tshirt. lol. at least then he’d have fair warning.
an observation from last week while realizing that musicians and poets are the epitome of different observations… i’m sitting with nate listening to jimmi play guitar and sing this song. and i’m a poet so i just hear all the words and pretty soon i notice that nate is tapping out piano melodies while listening. it was a brilliant observation cos i think i finally got how much yr history plays a part in what you think and understand about the world. heretics breed ignorance.
furthermore, the fish fry was last night and i had a great time. i squished around in the mud cos fish catching wasn’t going so well. and i was pretty sure if i caught a fish (or ate any) i’d be overcome with the grief of eating a euclid-ish creature. even though euclid is a betta and likes to kick the asses (tailfins) of other fish and eat them for breakfast. so i shouldn’t feel so bad. cos now i’m just “one of the guys”. still. it was a nice time. and i’ve missed the country. i need to take a road trip sometime so that i get things figured out about the country. and how i like it.
remind me to blog all my cute fish stories.
i had an interesting conversation with steve-o about fungus today. the moral of the story was: don’t trip with yr cellphone. you might throw it out the window.
one of my friends came out to me today. i feel like i have someone i can go be queer with now. its awesome. we’re gonna frequent cosmos now in hopes of me getting better at pool, finding creative new ways to wear flannel (or pvc.. heh), and running into my old friend jason. i miss him too, i have been thinking about that a lot lately.
the other day daniel was drunk and introducing me to people and he did it like this: “This is my friend jess. she’s a lesbian” and he always does that, (always always), and so i was just like “god daniel do you have to just scream that everytime you say my name.. its like you think i’m gonna take your boys or something.” i’m witty late at night.
oh and for the record daniel and recently-outted friend aren’t the same person. daniel’s straight. he read’s dating books.