Monday, March 5, 2012

Midterm Mania

Note: you should always be aware of when test dates and presentation dates are.

I forgot to update my calendar, so I was blindsided today when I looked at my math syllabus to see that I have a test on Wednesday. Once the panic from that wore off slightly, I checked my environmental biology class to see that I have a presentation next week! Like, god damn, why are things always at the same time? Normally midterms never end up being at exactly the same time, but this semester is an exception.

Let's see... this is what I have to do before spring break:
-environmental biology presentation
-lab report due for my environmental biology lab
-quantitative literacy exam
-intro ballet midterm
-elem ballet midterm
-create a mash-up and explanatory podcast
-applied statistics quizzes

or, that's all I remember at least. There could be more, but I really hope not.

love,
Alice

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

It's been a while...

Sorry for being MIA for so long. If you haven't realized by now, I often have periods in which I drop off the face of the earth. I get majorly focused on one thing and it's not until I'm done with that thing that I sit back and remember there's an entire planet out there that I've been ignoring. I've been in a graduate school/graduating panic. I'm hoping *crosses fingers* for a may 2013 graduation, which means that I'm freaking the hell out. I've now checked my DARS report a million times, checking and rechecking that I'm done with my core after this semester. I've been staring at my graduation plan, mentally planning for next year, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to finish up all of my service hours, and if I can keep my grades up so that I not only graduate with honors from AHS, but with honors in general (like cum laude, magna cum laude, summa cum laude). And also I'm looking hardcore into grad schools, panicking over letters of recommendation, panicking over admission requirements and scheduling interviews and auditions, and freaking out over the GRE. So I'm dedicating a lot of energy to panicking.

I'm SO not ready for the real world yet. Then again, is anyone?

love,
Alice

Monday, February 6, 2012

In Which I post Today in Parts, Part II

Okay, so my second issue is derogatory slang for the LGBT community. It is my belief that words only have as much power as we give them. The way to conquer these words is to strip them down to their original meaning and only that (will post those below), although the entire taking back the words thing is awesome, too. Fantastic idea, in my not-so-humble opinion.

Back to the original meaning:
dyke or dike 1  (daɪk)

— n
1.     an embankment constructed to prevent flooding, keep out the sea, etc
2.     a ditch or watercourse
3.     a bank made of earth excavated for and placed alongside a ditch
4.     ( Scot ) a wall, esp a dry-stone wall
5.     a barrier or obstruction
6.     a vertical or near-vertical wall-like body of igneous rock intruded into cracks in older rock
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queer
[kweer] Show IPA adjective, -er, -est, verb, noun
adjective
1.
strange or odd from a conventional viewpoint; unusually different; singular: a queer notion of justice.
2.
of a questionable nature or character; suspicious; shady: Something queer about the language of the prospectus kept investors away.
3.
not feeling physically right or well; giddy, faint, or qualmish: to feel queer.
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faggot or esp  ( US ) fagot 1  (ˈfæɡət)

— n
1.     a bundle of sticks or twigs, esp when bound together and used as fuel
2.     a bundle of iron bars, esp a box formed by four pieces of wrought iron and filled with scrap to be forged into wrought iron
3.     a ball of chopped meat, usually pork liver, bound with herbs and bread and eaten fried
4.     a bundle of anything
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fag
1    [fag] Show IPA verb, fagged, fag·ging, noun
verb (used with object)
1.
to tire or weary by labor; exhaust (often followed by out ): The long climb fagged us out.
2.
British . to require (a younger public-school pupil) to do menial chores.
3.
Nautical . to fray or unlay the end of (a rope).
noun
6.
Slang . a cigarette.
7.
a fag end,  as of cloth.
8.
a rough or defective spot in a woven fabric; blemish; flaw.
9.
Chiefly British . drudgery; toil.
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(this one is just for fun)
gay
[gey] Show IPA adjective, -er, -est, noun, adverb
adjective
3.
having or showing a merry, lively mood: gay spirits; gay music.
4.
bright or showy: gay colors; gay ornaments.
5.
given to or abounding in social or other pleasures: a gay social season.
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Now, I don't know about you, but the next time I get called a dyke, I am going to look at the person very confused and tell them that I am not a levee. The next time someone tries to call you a fag tell them they are mistaken, you are not, in fact, a cigarette. The words only have the power we give them, so let's give them none what-so-ever.

love,
Alice

In Which I Post Today In Parts, Part I.

Well, I was going to split this one entry in half, so I would only have to make one post, but I decided against it. The two subjects are so far apart it would be really weird to put them in the same entry. Okay, anyway, so topic number one!

There are two problems, I've noticed, that come with supposedly being in recovery from an eating disorder for a long period of time.

1. Everyone assumes you just no longer have an eating disorder and that you no longer need any support because you're totally over it. You never struggle, so why would you need it?

2. You become too ashamed to tell anyone if you're struggling, or on the verge of a relapse, or relapsing. You've been doing well for so long that you feel like everyone will be disappointed with you.

My thoughts for both of those problems is that's it's fucking bullshit. An eating disorder isn't strep throat, you can't cure it and have it go away forever. It is a struggle everyday, and even if you've been in recovery for twenty years you still need support. You still need to know that someone has your back and will try to catch you if you fall.

I think the second problem ties into the first. Everyone thinks you are ED-free, so it makes you feel like shit to have to give them a reminder that you have an eating disorder. I'm not going to lie, there are people who will be disappointed with you. But that's not right. They should be proud of how long you've made it in recovery, and remind you of that fact, and say if you did it once you know you can do it again.

bottom line: your support system should never go away. People have to have your back always, not just when they think you need it. If they can't give you that kind of support then you don't want to factor them into your support system.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

In which this semester kicks my ass

I'm typing this now because tomorrow I may not be able to move. My dance courses are kicking my ass! I'm taking two ballet courses in the same day. Needless to say by the end of the day I am wiped out, and I woke up on wednesday so damn sore. And today. Because I have another dance class on wednesdays. Tomorrow I might refuse to get out of bed.

Yeah, 16 hours may not have been the best idea I ever had. (Wow, this is abnormally short).

love,
Alice

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

New Years Resolutions.

Right, so I have three resolutions for 2012, we'll see if I actually complete any of them.

1. Learn to play guitar
2. Learn to do the kitri jump (if you have no idea what I'm talking about google kitri jump from don quixote).
3. Learn to speak greek

23 Reasons Why I Dropped of the Face of the Earth.

1. The day after Christmas my beautiful, beloved basset hound of 12 years died.
2. I spent the time before christmas frantically working on a hand sewn quilt for Natalie.
3. Finals. Enough said.
4. Not doing so hot in my chem and stats classes.
5. My mother broke her foot.
6. My mother went into the hospital via ambulance a few days later.
7. My grandmother had knee replacement surgery.
8. We had to drive down to see them with very little notice to help out with my grandma.
9. You have to manage lots and lots of pills and PT and other shit after knee replacement surgery, apparently.
10. No motivation for life, the universe, and everything.
11. Also not doing so hot in the ED area.
12. Too damn many doctor's appointments.
13. Writer's block.
14. No desire whatsoever to be in contact with the rest of the planet.
15. The holidays, obviously.
16. Family drama.
17. Spending time learning to play guitar.
18. Spending too much time debating on my new years resolutions.
19. Playing the sims 3 pets obsessively.
20. Learning to play guitar.
21. Learning greek.
22. Finishing up the seventh season of gilmore girls (all done now.)
23. Exhaustion.