February 2010
121 posts
January 2010
164 posts
I feel refreshingly over the boy of this past spring, and summer, and fall. But every once and a while, someone makes a comment that, in part, makes me jealous; in part, makes me sad or nostalgic; in part, makes me sneer and roll my eyes at another’s folly.
This time it was a girl commenting on how she was going out to this irish pub with the boy, who is, in her words, “the epitome of...
“Feminism, like many other trendy political outlooks today, is at core a liberal...”
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The idea that some believe gender inequality to be a myth perpetuated by ‘whiny females’ and leftists seeking to appeal to their natural constituency makes me want to run screaming through the streets. Anyone who wants something to be passionate about should read the rest of his argument, which...
“I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience and compassion. These...”
– Lao Tzu (via onebiteatatime)
Epiphany?
Maybe I ought to major in Comparative Literature.
Here it would have to be a self-design, but I could already snap some classes I’ve taken into it. And that means… I could take almost anything.
Omegle is the weirdest thing ever.
I just had a conversation with a guy who initially asked me: “wanna lick my balls?”
He’s french canadian, so I started talking to him in french, and now he seems impressed, and is actually not being a perv now.
The internet is so weird.
The Sorting Hat. →
mirrorsandmirages:
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hufflepuff.
wut
Ravenclaw, hells yes.
We're getting a Meijer's in town.
It has myriad things in common with my dating philosophy, considering I’m an poor intellectual feminist college student.
Higher standards.
Lower prices.
:/
This recipe sounds delightful. →
I am dismayed that all the cool girls live in Canada.
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Cakes →
Dear followers and potential followers,
I would just adore it if you followed my cake making-baking-decorating tumblr. I don’t update it terribly frequently at all, so don’t worry about it clogging up your tumblr feed. I just like to share my work and get feedback, too.
You are swell!
Love,
Erica
Adventures in Driving Without a Speedometer!
Some day I dream of owning a car with… no problems.
I sort of like how mixed up my family’s priorities are with cars, and how I am fairly sure my dad just likes buying imperfect goods so he has something to perpetually tinker with away from my family. It’s kind of quirky. Kind of endearing. I feel a little risque driving without a working speedometer… and half the dash...
Diet for 01/27/2010
smoothie of banana, ground flax, milk, cocoa, peanut butter, ice
gyro with way too much meat and too little vegetables
a ton of salad at Olive garden. A lot of bites of mousse cake, chocolate gelato, tiramisu, and these beignet things
I think that’s all. Why do I share these things?
I suppose I follow a conservative number of people—and not that I contend that I follow the BEST people EVER or something, but I really like following these few. Not to sound creepy, but it’s nice to actually feel like I am keeping up with people’s lives (well, I guess I really am!). And so, whenever I log into tumblr, I read back until the stuff I last read. So, this may be why...
I’m moved out of my dorm room and at home now, awaiting next Thursday, when I must be at the airport at, like, 4:30 am, to board my plane that’ll take me to Texas, and then my plane to Cancun.
I’m trying to wrestle these durn starter earrings out of my ears, but no luck. This means perhaps I really should consider growing out my nails. Suggestions?
“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”
– Virginia Woolf (via bitchville)
I love to hate the TSA... →
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XKCD FTW
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Write one leaf about chin hairs.
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Chin hairs suck and make me feel like a freak. Or one of the billy goats Gruff.
Just thought I should share.
I feel as though I have been tumbling down a flight of stairs since last February. It’s not because of that break up at all, but it began I suppose, in the falling action of it. Sort of. It was several things.
Well, what do I do about this? Do I see a counselor?
Sometimes…
I just sabotage myself so something will REALLY go wrong and I can finally get help, people will finally pay attention.
Forbes List of Top 20 Colleges in the South →
I’m in my friend Ben’s dorm room. Our friend Jimmy is practicing fiddle in his room across the hall. He’s apparently trying to figure out how to play Bad Romance.
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the saint's first wife said
i woke to your face not looking at me but at the bird that settled on your wrist, lured by food. Its trust, for once, was rewarded. you offered the bird everything you had.
i remember. that is how it began with us: you held out your hand; i took it.
—g.e patterson
Mind reading.
Me: I don't know... Just, one thing you have that I really don't: I don't really have an older female mentor or someone I look up to who shares my beliefs, so I feel like I'm sort of striking it out on my own without any guidance.
Emily: That's true...
Me: I thought of something else that you have and I really don't.
Both of us simultaneously: Big boobs?!?!