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I guess it's time for a personal one.

So, I'm still trying to find money to get back into Centenary. That whole accepted thing was cool, but this shit is hard. Cool update: I am a candidate for a possible internship with a feminist magazine based out of Chicago. It's not as prestigious as it sounds, but I'm super excited. It's called WiseCrack. You should check it. And go me and my big words.

Chris and I will celebrate 5 years this July.

I'm on atkins and I've lost somewhere between 10 and 20 lbs in a months. And (drumroll please)....

I quit smoking! Kind of. Well, I'm trying to quit. I mean, I've gone like 6 days without a sweet cancer stick. That totally still counts.

I don't know anything else interesting to say. Well, other than the fact that no one gives two shits about Miss California. Seriously, beauty pageants are incredibly sexist, hypocritical, and often utilized a false feminist rhetoric to further its "relevence." I'll totally write a post about that later though.

Here is to the show that got me through my first year at Centenary.

We've been waiting for someone to say this for eight fucking years.





"Now, you're in the minority; it's supposed to taste like a shit taco."

In your face!

I've recently joined Feministing.com (you should totally look into it). I've taken joy in emmersing myself with feminist discourse on an array of topics from the wage gap and reproductive rights to sexism and heternormativity. I've done more of my own independent research and, in light of same-sex marriage being aproved in both Vermont and Iowa, I've decided to chip in my two cents on the idea that sexism and sexual capitalism are helping to kill the argument for gay rights. If you aren't in the mood for a somewhat scholarly article, then feel free to disregard.

Sex sells. We always hear about it. If you watch television for more than ten minutes at a time, you can catch it; a cleaning commercial in which a subburban (and often white) housewife enjoys cleaning a little too much, a CEO supposedly gets oral sex from his skimpy secretary because of an engergy shot, or even a spray which turns a man into a walking chocolate bar, driving strange women insane. While I could go on about the respective gender roles presented (and I so could), I'll stick to sex. While the sexual revolution has liberated our ideas about relations, it has also done its part to weaken them.

Have you ever spoken to someone about gay rights and heard, "Eww! That's just gross!" as their only viable argument? I have a question: Why is it gross? Even when we don't bring sex up as an issue (say, we're talking about the ENDA or the inalienable right to just be), sex is the first place that person's mind goes. In a single sentence, this person has spoken for an entire generation of sex-crazed consumers. Have we degredaded so far as a culture that sex dominates our every viewpoint? In doing so, homosexuals are dehumanized. We are no longer people, we are acts. Does no one find this appauling? Or are then too concerned with scandily-clad vixens barking lyrics while they wash a car?

I am not trying to say sex is bad. On the contrary, I love sex. A lot. But when you see a man and a woman together, do you automatically envision what their sex life is? Do you wonder what they do when they're alone? Or do you just see them as two people together? Why is the LGBT movement so associated with sex acts? It may be because we are outside the "norm." I, for example, am annoyed when a heterosexual man wants to "watch" me consumate my own relationship. Is that all my relationship is? Well, don't worry about our bills, aspirations, road-blocks, or genuine affection for one another. Just concentrate on the whole sex thing.

If the LGBT movement wants to make any headway, we have to struggle to overcome the idea that we're just sexual deviants. We are people who deserve the same fucking thing you do.

What do you consider to be the bigest threat to marriage? (Please check one)

( ) Polygamy
( ) 24-hour Wedding Chapels
( ) Domestic Abuse
( ) Divorce
( ) Adultry
( ) Unplanned, Underage Pregnancy
( ) Gay People

 The Shot at Love 2 finale.

I'm not sure why I'm in the mood for Tila.

So, we're getting married next July. I'm glad that no one has tried to talk me out of it yet. Other than the fact that I love her and know I can't propperly function without her, there are other reasons, but I am legally obliged not to discuss them.

No, I'm serious.

Other than that, I start at Hinds on the 13th. I miss Shreveport more and more everyday. I hope this theatre will work out for me. But regardless, I am an Alpha Psi Omega now. I can take pride in that. I am greek :D

I met Mopey the other day (which is what we've decided to call Christina's ex). Wow, I am so much better than him. I mean really. I can also say that I made a grown man run from me. And I don't mean he stormed off. Bitch fucking ran. I didn't even do anything. Is my countenance enough to scare off heterosexual men?

On that note, why is it that men constantly contact me via MySpace and want to fuck me? Is it in the male breeder gene that they are illiterate? I. LIKE. BAJINGO. Jesus, you're dumb.

And I'd sincerly like to know why ex-flings insist on contacting me whenever things are going great. And to think I wanted to fuck her. You're about 6 months late...