i have become an asexual. don't worry.

I literally refuse to breed with anyone other than myself. Yesterday the animal handler, the SAFETY SCHOOL of all of the men in my life, blew me off with no explanation and no apology, fully knowing that he was going to get some. This made me feel very ugly and disgusting and hateful, and so I stuffed jumbo shells with ricotta cheese, slathered them in tomato basil marinara, and continued to hate myself while watching When Harry Met Sally and drinking cheap chardonnay.

Today I figured out that I can (and therefore should for financial reasons) graduate a semester early. This immediately freaked me out and sent me into spirals of questioning myself about what I want to go to grad school for (Occupational Therapy vs. Child Psychology//Counseling vs. Early Childhood Special Ed) and where (do I want to stay in New York or maybe go to San Francisco/Oakland or do I want to go somewhere completely different?!). I then figured out that I have only 3 weeks left of this semester, with a 10-12 page paper, an 8 page paper, 2 sign language final presentations, and two final exams. And my jobs, which I can't call out of, as both my bosses know when I go home/come back. The up side? I will be home in 3 weeks and that much closer to Camp (and sleeping, my absolute favourite thing to do in California) and free food/wine. The down side? The girl who loves sleeping the mostest has to quit. And so it is 12:15 and I am about to start my writing homework and then I have some reading to do, and I will probably fall into bed around 4 and wake up at 8... totally doable.

I also maybe am getting my tonsils out this summer.

Something funny today happened, though, thank god.

A homeless man outside my old dorm had two signs, the first reading, "I'm Not a Playboy," and the second one reading, "I'm Just Sexy All the Time." As I passed by with my friend, he said to me, "C'mon sexy, let's get married already!" My response, of course was, "I'll have my people call your people." It was pretty amazing.