foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the aggravation of being me I have someone on my notifyList! yay! thank you! (Note to my Notfiable(s): The browser on the computer in my room doesn't get along with the NotifyList webiste, so you will not be notified of each and every new entry, but I'll try my best.) I had an entry all penned out on a notepad for tonight, but now I'll just tell you how my day went. (Who wants to transcribe when she already has a headache?) My day sucked. I cancelled my date (post-poned it until Friday), seriously considered but did not cancel my Match account, sort of considered but did not cancel my Myspace account (although I think I might do that when I'm done here... maybe I should wait and see how I feel when my Match subscription ends...), suffered from extreme sleep deprivation all day (the reason I cancelled my date), finally took a tranquilizer and did not go to sleep but just felt better (sleep dep makes my brain buzzy and uncomfortable). I checked out from the library: Never Too Thin: Why Women are at War With Their Bodies by Roberta Pollack Seid (it makes sense, but I was shocked to learn that there was a time when generally only American men exercised); Manifesta: Young Women, Feminism, and the Future by Jennifer Baumgardner and Amy Richards; and The Gift of Fear by Gavin De Becker (as in the Le Tigre lyric, "I've... got... THE GIFT OF FEAR!!"), which is already blowing my mind even though I've only read the first few pages of the introduction. I also took a glorious nap in which I had a nightmare that I was in a video game where this girl I hate was controlling my mind, then I ate half a steak burrito with a glass of milk, talked on the phone with my friend (she cancelled our plans for tomorrow, which means I can go to the Museum of Contemporary Photography's lecture on twins in photography), went out and got cigarettes, complimented a guy with a dog on his peace symbol t-shirt (this is starting to remind me of the wording to Dylan's "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall"), ate the other half of the steak burrito with another glass of chocolate milk, yadayadayada, and here I am! UGH! THE AGGRAVATION OF BEING ME! desperately needing a full night's sleep, foxinsnow Since my optional fields don't seem to be working, I'll just say here that I'm wearing the AIDS bracelet (to find out more, go to www.until.org ), and I'm listening to Viva La Woman by Cibo Matto: fabulous. 9:19 p.m. - 2004-09-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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