Watching Clarissa Explains It All with my father, of all people. OH MY GOD SO 90S. And hey, look, the first redhead I ever had a crush on. (My standards were not very high when I was seven years old. At least Ferguson was smart.) I hope they're going to show Pete and Pete eventually! Ah, Big Pete, you made my nerdy little heart beat faster. And the music on that show was so good.

I am stalling out on packing my room. I need to just get it done. Today I came across an old stash of movie tickets-- apparently I saw the first Harry Potter movie twice, and Chamber of Secrets three times. xD I also put all the really important ticket stubs into my photo album-- RENT, Cirque du Soleil, all the concert tickets I could find. I found a bunch of photographs from high school that I never labeled and I can't remember half the names of the people in them. It's been damn near ten years since I've seen any of them, longet than that for the teachers. I also found pictures of the only really decent man I ever dated, my best friend of six years that I haven't spoken to since before her wedding, and l_loire in middle school.

Tomorrow I have an appointment with Dr. Giaccio and I don't really know what to tell him. I don't think I'm getting depressed but I feel so listless. Julia's also going to get her half-sleeve finished. Then we're probably going to watch Skins all night long.

RRRRRRRGH. I just saw a commercial where a girl went from wearing glasses to contacts and SUDDENLY SHE COULD BE PRESIDENT. Fuck you all, glasses are awesome. People don't magically become more attractive or smarter or more capable because they wear fucking contacts, okay? Stop perpetuating the glasses hate, corporate America. (But of course they want you to wear contacts, which you have to replace daily/weekly/monthly, instead of glasses which you can wear for years without replacing.)

Oh, uh, today my father basically told me that he doesn't care if I smoke pot. So... they know I'm bi, they know I smoke pot, they know I'm an unrelenting liberal in all things political, they know I'm agnostic.... I basically have nothing left to hide from my parents. Except maybe the erotica. But my dad chewed me out for writing erotica when I was 14, so... yeah.

Day 3: Your personality in person and online



I had to record this one twice because I went off about politics the first time around and nobody wants to hear that.

While I was digging through my jewelry drawer, looking for costume jewelry to give to my mother's friend's granddaughter, I came across a little box full of rings. Mostly tarnished old things that belonged to Nana or broken cheap things I didn't have the heart to throw away years ago. But in amongst the junk was a ring that my parents bought me when I graduated elementary school, which has what I believe is a real ruby in it. And something that fit my twelve-year-old hands still fits onto my twenty-six-year-old ones, actually too big for any but my middle finger.

Aside from the pearls I got from Grandma (which I'm not even sure are real), this is the only piece of really nice jewelry I own.

And I've been collecting daily-wear things, a plain silver ring I got in Ithaca in March, plastic and rubber bracelets I found in a box, the lizard necklace moorishflower gave me that I misplaced for a few months, a silver and green necklace I used to wear a lot in high school, a white-and-red leather bracelet I got in Ithaca last week. So now I have something really nice to wear every day.

I also have a necklace I made that I need to take apart, because I did a bad job of it and for some reason thought bells on a necklace was a great idea (protip: it's a stupid idea), and I have a nice pendant I can put on it when I put it back together. So I'm probably going to do that tomorrow.

I keep filling boxes to go to Wells with me. I think I have eight of them now. I don't know why I think I need so much stuff... and this doesn't even include most of my clothes, that's going to be another two or three boxes. How the hell did I get so much stuff?

Still haven't managed to clear the chair in front of the computer, though. That chair is going to be my downfall.

Is anyone interested in a bunch of books on the topic of science and religion? They're really interesting books, I just don't want to keep all of them and it's barely worth selling them back to Amazon. Seriously, $1.50 for a book is just insulting. I wish there were any used book stores around here, I'd just take the lot of them down to one and maybe get some store credit.

I also want to sell off the first five seasons of Six Feet Under, but I can take those down to Sound Garden if I can't sell them online. And two Sailor Moon plush dolls still in the packaging, Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask. (I'm keeping Sailor Mercury.)

I downloaded all the Discworld books in epub format, and now I'm reading The Truth. I get fonder and fonder of Vetinari every time I read about him. I just need to find a way to get these onto my iPod.