finished something

i finally got around to reading again. nothing major. i’m going to start watership down again very soon. i’ve loved that story since i was a child. i remember a girl reading it before me and me being upset because i was a showoffy little prig. had to read every long book before everyone else. except when i read the story i just couldn’t stop. it’s one of those books that, if you can get into it, can really leave an impression.

i have absolutely no creative writing or english classes this semester. there seems very little to talk about it terms to the printed word because i haven’t read anything absolutely gorgeous offline in quite some time. from time to time i come across poetry that’s done, i tend to stick to the same handful of poets to read. i wish their words were my own.

i’ve done quite a few digital arts over the past few days. it’s been fun to just sit down and piece it all together like a collage. except not. i wasn’t pleased with the first john lennon fanart but the rest were all right. most of them are at self-indulgent.

i had a bit of a bad time last week. the usual, paranoia and random anger at people that didn’t make much sense. called my therapist after talking with somebody and got an appointment and now i feel much better. i hate not having control over this.

bwah!

i’ve got to get moving on phpfan since all the necessary changes have been done. i think i’ll be moving any updates to the database in an ‘updates’ section in the admin panel. would make life easier for people updating. hmm.

i went to the ‘human sexuality’ class and it was pretty fun. i was one of the few girls who admitted or knew what rimming was. *g* fanfiction, how i love thee.

on the same old track. i feel disconnected from just about everyone i want to feel connected to.

i redid the layout on self-injury.net and that was pretty frustrating to figure out. bad ie6, very bad! i must have changed little things a couple hundred times over the course of two days. now it’s working all right. not satisfied but c’est la vie.

i’ve been reading an anthology of personal stories by latinas. not long personal stories but i keep finding myself nodding. i don’t feel connected with my parent’s culture and i feel sometimes embarassed by the things people expect of me because of who they are (there was this teacher, she expected me to fare poorly in school because of some unnamed factor and i’d only known her for about two minutes). silly, huh? i feel a bit embarassed admitting that because a lot of people bristle when i make any vague mention of race. hell, i pretended i was white for years online because i didn’t want to be treated differently. now i just don’t give a fuck. i wouldn’t want to know anybody who’d treat me differently for happening to have mexican parents. better or worst.

don’t know. i feel racist towards my own culture and that feels bad. except i don’t like the cuntwads who’re lambasting them on the radio, either. turning on kfi last year was disheartening, not because they wanted to keep the illegal immigrants out (i can agree with that) but because they talked about these people like they weren’t even human. it disgusted me. like there was this bit about an immigrant girl who’d been sexually abused and they go on about her immigration status. that started an argument because i said our family didn’t need to listen to idiots like that.

i have half a mind to erase the above two paragraphs because i got political. hate doing that after the issues with my father. whatever, it stays.

i’m also reading ‘the black dahlia’. so far i got to know about the zoot soot riots, it was interesting to see it from a policeman’s perspective. bits of reading every morning and some at night. i wonder how long it will take me to get through them. i have quite a bit of reading coming up for both my classes. fun. i think they’ll be worth it, though. i hate the thirty minute presentations expected, though. *hate* them.

Commented: Born Again Pagan gabrielle