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My new coat is made out of polyester, acrylic, and MAGIC. I wore it to school and a boy talked to me after Latin class. Boys NEVER talk to me! (Except to ask the time, or if they're already my friends.)

Ah, I'm immature, I'll always be immature.

I'm pretty bored in my Sex & Gender class. It's not that the topics don't interest me, it's just that I've tread this ground so many times in so many different classes. We read a good article by Gayle S. Rubin last night, something about Notes for a Radical Theory of Sexuality, and it was really well-written, but it didn't seem to cover anything particularly new for me. In fact, I think I may have read it before.

So, anyway. And that's the direct opposite of My Life According to Ovid. Floundering. Drowning. Have I done anything about it yet? No. I never study outside of class, except to do written homework. That is a big, big mistake.

Beeble-eeble-deeble-eeble-eeble. (In my mind, that's the phonetic spelling of the sound you make when you expel air through your lips as you apply pressure to them with your forefinger in an up and down motion.)

Meg Ryan is on Conan and her face looks like something out of Madame Tussaud. Ha ha. And now Conan is singing the Charles in Charge theme song. Conan can make anything funny.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:53 AM | shower me with attention