Today...

So so very tired I am... I couldn't sleep, couldn't stay awake...
The highest point of my day will probably be that chai latte I had at this great little donught shop just past 185th on TV Highway...
I tried running this morning, but I have blisters on my feet.
But I did find a shirt that is officially ARMY, at the Army surplus store, so now I have a small reminder of what I'm working for each day when I'm running.
I'm leaving on the night of the 18th for OSU... and deep in my psychie I'm so nervous I'm even having nightmares - and the last nightmare I had was when "First Contact" came out back in... well like five or more years ago. So that's kindof a big thing.
I got a new easel, it folds up very nicely into something I can carry, so I can actually take this part of me with me to college - I don't have to give up another piece of who I am.
I have a semi-comission right now, for a friend whose beautiful beachouse has a blank wall. I'm excited to start, but I have neither the wood nor the canvas to even start building the blank piece.
You know, I really hate how women's bodies are stigmatized... I hate how if you're watching TV with people, they might snort or roll their eyes and chuckle at a viagra, or enzyte commercial - but heaven forbid something like vagisil has an ad, or even just feminine hygene products! People sneer in disgust, or change the channel. I hate parts of society deciding that their morals should apply to everyone. And another thing I hate is how women's bodies have so much more potential for serious problems. Comparitively, guys bodies are simple and straight-forward in places that leave women damaged and in pain. I also hate how medical science is so geared towards men. Did you know that doctors, until just recently, didn't even know where the major nerve endings were in women's bodies? We have all this viagra crap, and a doctor doesn't even know what's under your skin except that you're supposed to have a baby-maker. Grrr. And I also hate how many people would just assume I'm 'menstrual' or something stupid like that.

Anyway, that was my feminist rant for the day. I'm tired.
I got my boyfriend a present, but I can't even give it to him because he's not getting off work till very late, and tomorrow I'm leaving really early. Perhaps on Friday...
I ordered these shoes three weeks ago and they still haven't come... I've wanted them for years and I finally got them for my birthday... got them ordered anyway. Maybe it's a ripoff company.

I joined the Science Fiction Book Club... so now I have six brand-new hardcover books by some of my favorites, and some I don't know. My dad's been a member for 30 years or so, and now I've joined... it feels more 18-years-old than any of the other stuff. Sigh. They're so preeeeetyyyyy.