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Meandering thoughts of a Bay Area college student… be prepared for some bipolar vocabulary

Love is hell

You know, there are only so many times or ways you can say you’re miserable and still keep it interesting. The above comic metaphorically explains my situation and we will just leave it at that.

I once again broke my one a week goal thanks to finals week and a research essay on Scrubs. But spring break looms ahead and I can’t wait to squeeze all of the information out of my brain like a sponge. I want a clear head. I am too used to excluding contractions in my writing! It is ridiculous. Ah, I just did it. I would go back and “fix” it but it’s proving my point.

Formal paper etiquette aside, one of the few things that have kept my head above water is the above comic, a hilarious and clever webcomic series that has not only made me smile but has actually helped me score points on my exams.

I’ve had a lot of fun the past few days despite finals week and it deserves its own post. My spontaneous writing is rusty so I think I’ll take a break from this all and try again in a day or three.


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The Politically Correct Version of Little Red Riding Hood

There once was a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother’s house-not because this was womyn’s work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.

So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket through the woods. Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident enough in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imagery did not intimidate her.

On the way to Grandma’s house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf, who asked her what was in her basket. She replied, “Some healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.”

The wolf said, “You know, my dear, it isn’t safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone.”

Red Riding Hood said,”I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, world view. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.”

Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker route to Grandma’s house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on Grandma’s nightclothes and crawled into bed.

Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, “Grandma, I have brought you some fat-free, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch.”

From the bed, the wolf said softly, “Come closer, child, so that I might see you.”

Red Riding Hood said, “Oh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!”

“They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear.”

“Grandma, what a big nose you have-only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way.”

“It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear.”

“Grandma, what big teeth you have!”

The wolf said, “I am happy with who I am and what I am,” and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her. Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf’s apparent tendency toward cross-dressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.

Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopper-person (or log-fuel technican, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he saw the melee and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding Hood and the wolf both stopped.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” asked Red Riding Hood.

The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him.

“Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!” she exclaimed. “Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that womyn and wolves can’t solve their own problems without a man’s help!”

When she heard Red Riding Hood’s impassioned speech, Grandma jumped out of the wolf’s mouth, seized the woodchopper-person’s ax, and cut his head off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.

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Long overdue

I now take precious time from a chemistry lab report and, therefore, time from sleep to give a belated thanks to everybody who made



You’re all worth the few minutes 😀 Thanks for putting up with the private posts, the ubiquitous rants, and the random deviations/meanderings I tend to wander on. Actually, that’s what this entire blog seemed to have degraded into, but nevertheless I had fun and it’s still an important part of this young adult’s life. Even though odds are low that the majority of viewers will see this post, considering they’re one time visitors, I could hardly care less. I don’t plan to cease and desist in the near future; it’s become a habit to keep on typing at least once a week hopefully.

Anyways, what also prompted me to make this post is the three pronged disaster on Japan. It doesn’t seem like a faraway tragedy anymore since I have a cousin who’s currently waiting for a flight out of Tokyo to her homeland of Australia. If all goes well, she’ll leave the ground on Friday, finally finished with the vacation that she’s saved for over a year on. As I’m typing this, hundreds of Japanese are evacuating Tokyo due to fear of radiation while rescue workers fight snow and bitter cold to keep searching. I ask anyone who reads this to pray for my cousin and the rest of Japan. Don’t any of my friends dare mock me or my religion at this moment.

I’m no fan of Lady Gaga, but here’s a link to donate to this disaster. Nonperishable food, water, and potassium iodide tablets are apparently running low, so every bit helps. I’m actually going to do it myself once this hectic week is finally over.

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Friendship rule #9

Everybody knows that friends come and go. Most of them do. But every once in awhile, a friendship sticks. This is an exceptionally rare scenario, at least for me. My very first friendship that’s lasted didn’t commence until the 7th grade. This rule is pretty obvious but simply begs to be emphasized.

Rule #9: On the rare occasion that a friendship has lasted for awhile, and I really do mean awhile, think more than twice about letting them go over… anything.


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This was supposed to be part of the friendship rules post, but I ended up ranting for so many paragraphs that it might as well have its own post.

I celebrated a friend’s birthday party for the second weekend in two weeks. Damn is he a lucky bastard… We really don’t treat all of our friends equally in the group and I don’t really know how I feel about that. Three weeks ago for another friend, we had spent over a hundred dollars on multiple presents, free lunch and dinner for her, along with cake, balloons, and a ridiculously expensive party hat. We’ve agreed right then and there that none of us will ever get such special treatment. Why? Our explanation was pretty… blunt. It was because she was a better friend than the rest of us. So are some of us better friends than others? What makes some people better than the rest? Personality? Charisma? But this paragraph leads to a dead end since I’m not experienced enough to make any rules on this. And I guess this is working for the moment, although I’ve sensed some friction.

For me, friends come and go all the time. There are people who you meet in class, find them interesting, and you guys go for lunch later and this will last the entire quarter. When the next quarter arrives than they’re gone. Most of you guys also know that I’ve had terrible friends in the past which is why I don’t like to open up to my current friends. Vulnerability for me is one of the worst feelings in the world. Plus it’s not like they’re perfect, despite what the more egotistical and arrogant ones prefer to think. Accidents happen and when they’ve occurred in the past, I was crucified. So for now I’ll keep the course. You know, some of them mentioned that they were hurt or offended that I don’t trust them enough to share my feelings or problems. Again, this entire vulnerability issue comes into play. I always notice whenever I put myself at risk, emotionally or physically. So whenever I get the urge to share, alarms activate in my head. Psychologists say that it’s unhealthy keeping your problems bottled up and talking to someone is always better than typing it down on some obscure blog. If you have someone special enough that you can trust in your life, never let that person go.

I have some very exceptional friends myself, but there has only been one person ever to who I’ve really let loose… and I haven’t mentioned how long it took for this to happen and how much I suddenly wanted to back out. But in the end, I’ve never been more pleasantly surprised at how well he took it in stride and made me feel better about myself.

I obviously have tons of emotional baggage which may deserve its own (private) post in the future, but it’s not what this post is about. So let’s start.


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Protected: My “infinite’th” emo post. I’m so fucking sick of these.

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I’d like to say we instantly connected and she trusted me implicitly right form the start, but of course that took some time, although not as much as you might imagine. I’d also like to believe that, nearly bursting with unbridled curiosity and outright fascination though I was…. Honestly, I feel so nostalgic and dopey remembering those early days. We just spent hours talking, about ourselves, our families, our homes and lives, our interests and problems… It was mostly me babbling on at first, probably venting a fair bit as well, so God bless her seemingly infinite patience with me despite her assurances that she didn’t mind. She’d only interrupt to ask a lot of personal questions. They seemed strange at the time, but make perfect sense now of course.

Eventually, she began to open up to me in return, although for a while it was apparent she was giving me edited versions of answers of her personal accounts to mask the more outstanding details of when, how, and why she’d came while giving me more than enough to get to know her by. I recall clearly how it was almost frightening how quickly, strongly, and closely we bonded, for both of us. Though we came from very different circumstances, we clicked naturally. I might even have been the very first relationship she’d ever had, but that’s jumping the gun. It will sound melodramatic again, but for the first time we’d met kindred spirits, someone we could identify with, relate to, open up to, and just understand on the same level… or close on that last count lol. I know of potentially maybe one or two other people who will ever REALLY connect with me at her level, but the catharsis was almost like a physical release, as well as mental and emotional.

I don’t recall exactly how long it took, but in a surprisingly short period she found herself explaining her true intentions to me in full, and her feelings as well along with them. Even prepared for the unexpected, I was stunned. My confidence was extremely low at that time you see. And as much as I yearned to be a part of the fantastic new life I could sense lay with her, there was a part of me that was in denial of all of it as well. For the more unpleasant and depressing realities of the story, and their implications, to NOT be true. And I thought I’D had it difficult. Still, if all she told me was true, then my help, and more hard work than I could conceive of then might be able to make only the best parts of her story come true while denying the nightmare so to speak.

To finally be a part of something amazing, making the most of my potential alongside someone who appreciated me, affirmed me, and to whom I could relate… besides, even if I hadn’t been deliriously enthusiastic…

Crap, I can’t do this anymore. 😦

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