My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Machine Gun of Desirable Mindfulness.

Get yours.

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You are Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)

Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) 85% Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) 80% Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) 80% Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) 70% Wash (Ship Pilot) 55% Derrial Book (Shepherd) 50% Inara Serra (Companion) 40% River (Stowaway) 35% Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) 10% Alliance 10% A Reaver (Cannibal) 0%

Honest and a defender of the innocent. You sometimes make mistakes in judgment but you are generally good and would protect your crew from harm.

So, I broke out a CD I decided not to sell, and it wasn't very good. That will teach me about only listening to parts of songs before deciding I'm a fan or not. The album is Skypilots by the Flaming Sideburns, and it's not all that great. After hearing the fifth song, I was done.

My father lost another tooth today, which sucks for him. I don't want to lose my teeth, which is why I've been taking care of them since I have a snaggle tooth, which makes it difficult to floss. I don't want all of my teeth ripped out like my father. The saddest part is, another one is on it's way out of his mouth.

On a random note, earlier this week, I grabbed an application to be a sub at the school, and the lady was really snarky to me. I returned that application on Friday, and that same woman as really nice and helpful. Now, one may think, "well, maybe she was having a bad day," "maybe her husband left her that day," "maybe she got a piece of cake and that brightened her week." I, however, know the truth. It was because I wore a hat on Friday. I wore no hat Wednesday, but Friday, there was a hat. Now I am on a quest, spreading the good of the hat to all of the hatless masses!

I meant to post this entry after I finished reading Nothing Feels Good this summer, but, I did not. I really found it to be interesting in a musically historical way. It basically a history and an anthropological look at punk and emo in local suburban and bum fuck nowhere scenes. It focused on scenes from the 1980's to today's scenes.
What I thought was really cool about this book, was how the internet has sped up the exposure of bands, as well as the connections between teenagers all over America. In the 80's and early 90's, teenagers relied on "older music brothers" to get themselves exposed to a scene, but the internet cut him out completely. Instead of talking to some seasoned veteran of the music scene, these kids could just read someone's blog on myspace or makeoutclub.com to get some listening materials.
Another thing I liked was the witness accounts of local scenes. Only after reading these did i realize that when I was in highschool, I ended up being invovled in a local scene. A bunch of us would get together with our bands and play in the park. Everyone was invited to come and listen or play, and we'd all hang out for a weekend. I was one of the few girls who actually performed with the male dominated performers, which was fun.
One thing that bothered me about it was the fact that the issue of women in punk and emo was a three page chapter. The book focused mostly on men, which is fine, since it is a male dominated scene, but three pages is kind of insulting. For another thing, towards the end of the book, the author focused on three male teenagers, whose views on girls understanding was infuriating.

"Girls don't listen to Dashboard like we do. They like it because it's catchy. I mean, I can sing along to it, bop my head and whatever, but we get the inner meaning, we get how it relates to us."

Comments like this exsasterbates the fact that women aren't into emo, because they are the focus of it. They are the heart breakers. They are the deceivers. They are the ones that fuck guys like Dashboard over. A comment like the one above really makes that known. It's wrong to think that a girl can't get the emotional meaning of a song, but with the majority of emo performers and fans being male, women are continuing to be on the pedestal of this scene. That is what I wanted to see more of. How women fit in with the scene. I guess I'll have to write my own book to see that addressed.
For those of you who go gah gah over this sort of thing, totally pick this up and read it. I found it educational in a great way. It was interesting, introspective, and fun to read, despite the womenless land scape.

everything sucks right now. i am going stir crazy at home. i don't know when i'll be able to see my friends again, since my car is dead now. i have nothing to do at home, and no where to go. i can't even apply for a job since i have no transportation to do so. i don't know when i'll be able to see tim again, because neither one of us can afford to see each other. i feel like giving up. i don't know what i'm going to do. i just want to crawl up and cry.

Ok, so I haven't updated in a very long time, so here it goes: I graduated! I passed everything, and soon the diploma will be in the mail. I've been at home helping my mom with chores, and being quite quite bored. I've also been given the arduous task of finding an apartment or the move to Rochester with Tim. It will be very nice to finally live with him. ON a sad note, I miss everyone I hung out with. If i wasn't doing homework or thesis work, I was hanging out with them at home or at the lake, and I miss my buddies. Well, hopefully everyone can make it to the get together I'm trying to get together. So far, Tim, Erica and Liz are coming; Jim and Bryan are "maybes." Link is HUGE! I need to get him a playmate...maybe another Main coon. Who knows.

Today, I went to the YMCA and signed up to be on the donor list for bone marrow transplant. I knew that if I ever get chosen to donate, that it would be a painful and borderline torturous process, and I knew that it takes a month to recover from the extraction. I told my mother, and she freaked out at me about it, and told me that she was very disappointed and angry that I "pulled this shit." Then she tells me that my grandmother has gotten worse (she has brain and lung cancer), and that my behavior just made it worse. I'm so upset right now, I can't think.

At home for break. Working on my thesis. It's kinda lonely up here. And I haven't been talking to Tim as much as I usually do. Oh well, more time to work on my thesis I guess...

So I'm here in England and everything is great! I've already gotten lost at night with the tubes closed, I was also slightly inebriated at the time and all alone, and a member of the trip is starting to annoy me...a lot. On a happy note though, I saw the ballet Edward Scissorhands tonight. I was in love with it! And, I admit, I cried a bit. I wish I had more free time to do what I'd like though. This weekend is totally free, however, and I'm going to see Mary Poppins! I miss everyone though, especially my sister and Tim. Bryan is in India, and I hope he remembers to bring me back pretty things! I've already gotten Nyssa some nice stuff from England, including a pachmina, and a shot glass from the Globe Theatre. It'll be nice to go home, but I'm going to enjoy this for a while!

So tomorrow night I'll be flying out to England. I'm first flying from Rochester to Newark at 4:50 tomorrow, and I'm supposed to get on the next flight at 9:25, but I have to go through customs, and my class is meeting there at 6 pm, but hopefully I won't be too late for the flight (it takes 3 hours to get through customs). I'm just a little jittery right now. I know I'll have fun the next few weeks, I'm just nervous.
Tim was here for a few days. It was so nice to see him, I missed him so much, and it's going to be so hard being away from him. I'm gonna miss him so much. But we had a lot of fun. I saw Fun with Dick and Jane, and that was really good, and I did uber amounts of shopping. So that's it from me for the next three weeks. Happy January term and such not I'll see you all when I'm back!