I don't think I could go a few days without running or swimming, both of which keep me sane and help to quiet my noisy, noisy head. I probably am as square as I seem in my pictures with the dogs, I don't know. I read good things, I read bad things, I read & read & read. I subscribe to the New Yorker and US, I'm sure you can guess which one I plow through first. I am a feminist and wonder why people are afraid of the term. I spend my days with my dogs and my nights are often spent dealing with hungry people who sometimes work my very last nerve. I like to go out to dinner by myself. I covet clothing that I can't afford and fantasize about sewing my own clothes because I know they would be amazing. I worry about getting into grad school and sometimes wonder what the big to-do is about a Cal degree, and worry that grad admissions will wonder the same thing. I spend too much money on fancy food and avoid driving cars because they are so isolating, so that means I have to deal with the local crazies on the bus, and because I don't know how to zip it, sometimes they have to deal with me. I like to run at the piedmont cemetary and ride my bike, but I don't trust the cars next to me, so I'm often white-knuckled when riding and it's just not that fun. I don't like showoffs and am myself trying to remember that I have nothing to prove. I'm fascinated by biodiversity and feel my blood-pressure rise when people diminish the impact of species endangerment/elimination. This also happens when people talk about immigration "reform". I spend at least 1 minute a day wondering why skinny jeans look good on all girls with hips except for me, at least two minutes a day checking out the situation in Rwanda, and probably the same amount of time trying to get my hair to look like Brigette Bardot's. Sometimes I think I worry about Rwanda more than the US and sometimes I wonder how we let things get so horrible here. I mean, are there really people who don't feel embarrassed when Bush opens his mouth? I get mad when people tell racist jokes. I also worry about water and whether there is going to be any in 20 years, but I drink my fair share of it and love a long, hot shower. I am in love with my nephew Carter and have even toyed with the idea of moving home to be close to him, but I love my life here and my boyfriend and know that Sacramento is just too damn far from the east bay. So, I'm trying to make myself at home for once instead of wondering if something else is around the bend. Besides, I feel so lucky to live in this progressive bubble. I think that your early experiences in life can break you only if you don't acknowledge them. Seriously, you play that shit out again and again until you deal with it. I believe that being kind is so much more fulfilling than being right. I thought I'd never be on myspace, but I'm sick and bedridden, have too much time on my hands. What's your excuse? I also have bad dreams about calculus on a weekly basis.
