A friend sent me this in an email and I loved it:
For all those men who say, "why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free".
Here's an update for you.
Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage.
Why? Because women realize its not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage.

I'm stressing out about a paper that is due in two days and is worth 50% of my mark, so I feel like naming eight positive things that are relatively unrelated. It might help me focus on the positive.

Eight Relatively Unrelated Positive Things

1. I went to see the Constantines last night.
2. Yesterday, I bought two big tagging markers for all defacing all the time.
3. I have a Jazz Choir dinner on Friday, which means that Jane is supplying dinner and I don't have to do anything, though I am bringing a box of chocolates, which means that I get to eat chocolate.
4. I get to sing "Come Rain or Come Shine" and "Georgia on My Mind" on Tuesday. Lovely low alto songs.
5. The guy I am quick developing a crush on has the cutest way of calling me "Lisha" that I've ever heard and he says my name everytime he sees me. *blush*
6. I have found a running mate for the 2003 WLU Student Union Board of Directors elections, if I decide to run.
7. I found Lady Grey Tea at the supermarket. I didn't think they sold it in North American other than in those Twinning Assorted packages. Lady Grey is a light tea, much like Earl Grey, but with more of a citrus tang. Mmmmmm... tasty.
8. Eight Relatively Unrelated Positive Things spells ERUPT. That is quite fun.

So, I went to see The Constantines and the Sourkeys last night at Starlight Social Club. May I just say that I thoroughly enjoyed the show. Starlight is a great venue that tends to bring in some pretty cool acts. After the show, my friends and I were playing the "Name that Influence" game and we decided that the Sourkeys sound like the bastard son of Weezer and Rage against the Machine, where as the Cons sound like the sweet sweet love child of Bruce Springsteen and The Pixies. I also think the 'lead' singer of the Cons looks a bit like Bob Dylan. I'm having an internal debate over whether I think the Sourkeys should have an album available. I like the idea that I have to go see them again to hear their music, but at the same time, I want to listen to some of their stuff right now, like I'm listen to the Constantines. I'm sure they aren't distibuting because of laziness, at least that's what some mutual friends are saying, but I'd like to believe that it is because of some ideal that recorded music is inauthentic or the recording a song is defining the indefinable. They may be bullshit, but they are cooler reasons than laziness.

Feminist Rant Ahead So, I've been reading recently on Lady Mary Wroth, a 17th century writer, as compared to her uncle Sir Philip Sidney, and it seems like everything written about her is describing how she differs from him, the ways in which her form lacks many of the "essential" elements of Petrarchean form. (I doesn't lack the "essential" elements. Her rhyme and meter are nearly, if not completely, perfect.) I have but one question: why the hell are womyn the ones who are lacking?! We got all of the chromosomes, people. We are the complete forms. Why is it that because we tuck our reproductive organs effeciently within that we are missing something? Perhaps there is a psychoanalyst who discusses this. If anyone knows where I can read on someone who goes into this subject in depth, let me know. I know Lacan touches on it, but in an accepting tone as if this is the acceptable. Why are womyn accepting this? Fuck it. I'm through accepting. I've known I'm complete for awhile. Join me, my tasty friends.

By the way, pick up Valerie Solanas' SCUM Manifesto to see how my rage is forming these days. How did I get so far from where I began? I know. I got pushed there.

Last night, a couple friends of mine held a Trom, which is a trashy prom. I love dancing and getting dolled up in dumb ways, so a trom is a great place for me. Before I get into the thick of my story, I got runner-up for trom queen. If you knew me in high school, you would know that I missed prom queen by a hand full of votes. Last night, I missed trom queen by 2 votes. These close calls I why I'm not going into politics. I can't take all these near misses. Besides being a great time, there were plenty of new and exciting people for me to meet. An English club/PIRGy buddy of mine was there with a friend, and my pal gave me the best preface I've ever had: "This is Alysia. I knew she was pretty cool the first time she talked. We met in PIRG and I found out she sings blues and then [addressing me] one day I was walking across the courtyard and you were by the door to the women's centre dancing by yourself like there was no one else around and I just thought "Man, that girl is fuckin' cool." That preface made my fuckin' week. The day I danced I was having a shitty day and had a "fuck it" moment where I just had to ... move to get out all my negative energy cause otherwise I would have cried. I sometimes wonder what people think when they see me do spontaneous selfish things like dance with myself. It's pleasent to know that the right people think more of me for that.

While sitting in a study carrol looking the window on the top floor of the library, I didn't read but wrote what will never be prose

I could never figure out why your feet looked so different from everyone elses. They had a different shape and extreme length. I went shopping yesterday and bought 'fancy' socks like you always bought and probably still buy. As I put them on, my feet weren't the same feet that caused my physiotherapist to ask "How do you stay upright with feet that small?" My feet became the long, narrow feet I became so accustomed to seeing poking out of your dirty jeans. I put on my dirtiest pair of painted bellbottoms and danced in my room to happy dance music. I miss you in the style of a Jane Austen character or a Tegan and Sarah song, which is to say that I miss you terribly. Just don't call, okay?