I Think Trans Women are GREAT!!!

In case you were wondering, I have infinite female power ballads on my iTunes and an incredible battery on the Dell. I've been in the basement for three days eating scraps of food that the third years throw down from ground level. I finished the volleyball story, I just took a ridiculously hard Spanish test, and I turned in a three page paper this afternoon for my tutorial class. This was undoubtedly the hardest week of college I've EVER HAD. If I was a moron and really rich, I would have dropped out this morning at 1 AM when I was still in the library trying to get a grip.

I didn't read my Women's Studies text last night. 50 pages from the Tong about radical feminism is probably the most effective sleep aid anyone can prescribe. Today, Professor Alfonso referenced the Michigan's Womyn's Festival and suggested all the biological womyn in the room van up to the festival this spring. I'm into it. One policy that the Festival has, however, is the M to F trans women are not allowed in, so a "Trans Camp" is pitched on the outskirts of the Festival and everyone goes over at night to get drunk.

Quote of the Day from Professor Alfonso:
"I think trans women are GREAT!!!"

A squirrel just hoped onto the loggia. It's hissing and freaking out. If it bites me, I'm prepared to kill it and take it into the lab to be tested for rabies.

This weekend is family weekend and all last night as I was writing my 9/11 media critique, parents kept walking past asking stupid questions about the library. Our fault for sitting near the East Asian Literature collection. Dan's fam is in town from New Jersey. Last night, Will and Carter promptly removed the "How to Put on a Condom" brochure I tacked up last week in preparation for their arrival. As college students, don't you think we should know how to put a condom on at this point? The pamphlet about male self-inspection is probably the most useful. It has a baseball catcher in full gear on the front with his glove over his cup. It's probably the most informative. Dan invited Kathleen to dinner. I think Ryan and I are going out for Chinese tonight. The China Sea, according to Adam, gives people perma diarrhea so we'll probably eat at the other one in town.

Right now, I'm trying to finish my application for Alternative Fall Break on the roof. I'm hoping to get into one of the ReNew Orleans trips. Campus is pretty dead right now. I'm singing The Be Good Tanya's "Littlest Birds Sing the Prettiest Songs" in honor of Robb's Birthday.

I'm not kidding. The cross country team just ran by naked again.

Shoot. I forgot to check my mail today.

I got a letter from Grandma yesterday on what I thought was the most patriotic stationary in the world. Everyone at dinner last night, however, decided that since it was eagle and glitter free and made no reference to god or god blessing something, there had to be something more patriotic out there, I just hadn't seen it yet.

I hear sirens. I think it's the first time in four weeks. Because that's how long it's been. ONE MONTH. Holy hell. It's gone by really fast.