Life Is Sexually Transmitted

last book i've read: Right-Wing Authoritarianism by Robert Altemeyer
music currently caressing my ears: my onesies playlist - one hit wonders, oldies, or songs that I only have one of - I've got it all!
general mood: indescribable, leaning towards depression
quote i just thought of: how about a whole bunch of bumper sticker quotes! YEAH! 'Stop the violins. Visualize whirled peas.' ' There's too much youth; how about a fountain of smart!' ' The religious right is neither.' ' Nuke the gay unborn baby whales for peace.' ' I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.' ' The #1 cause of divorce is ... Marriage.' ' Life is sexually transmitted!' ' Ignore your rights and they'll go away.'

I turned 21 yesterday. In the wee early morning hours of May 9th (midnight!), Tariq, Wayland, Ilinca and I went to the nearest bar and got a drink. It was sad that most of the bars were closed on Sunday night.... but an Amaretto Sour was all I needed. The night was filled with presents and laughs, but ended quickly, at 1 am. During the evening of the 9th, Wayland had planned to take my out for my birthday to the Melting Pot. We got 'The Big Night Out' dinner - swiss cheese fondue to start, a salad, the main course of steak, chicken, pork, and vegetables to cook, and milk chocolate fondue - I'll never get over how awesome their dessert is! And of course, my first fancy drink - a raspberry martini. It was delicious, and I felt so fancy shmancy just holding the glass. We had an excellent dinner, and I've honestly never ate so much in my life, I felt like I was going to burst. At 11 pm, Tariq took me to the Viking Room (the on-campus bar) and we had an Alabama Slammer. It was a great day, filled with alcoholic delights, but mostly just good company, as usual. No wild drunkness, I'm not the type anyway.

I've been mostly happy since then, although today set me back a couple notches with a friend that was sad and decided to dump it on me. I just wish I had the stomach and the strength to take it, but I don't. It affects me to the point of mimicry - I take on the bad/sad mood and it makes the night less joyful. It just hurts, and makes me feel like less of person: it hurts when you act like you're mad at me, and I didn't do anything wrong. But I've never been one to stand up for even myself.... pour your misery down on me.

I've got so much homework to do. Lately, it's been hitting me how much I have to do. I have a 10-15 page term paper due June 3rd, but a presentation due a week beforehand; I have a gender studies project that I have to do, that is very time-consuming; I have a midterm essay to work on. I should get on that, pronto.... but first, sleep. Sweet, unencumbering sleep. Release me, deliver me from my sadness....