August 17, 2006
Forsooth and verily,
I say unto thee,
a plus b
must always equal c.
Well, ok, those are today's two classes, Shakespeare and yet [another] attempt to pass college level math. I don't have class for another couple of hours, so I can't report on what these professors are like just yet. More on that later.
A few days ago I was speaking with my father and I said I "was seriously devoid of sheckles." Either he didn't know or couldn't remember what a sheckle is. When I explained, he said, quite sternly-"No one talks like that any more, why do you?" He just didn't get that precisely the reason I spoke thusly was because no one says things like that any more. I'm not going to conform to his ideals or any one's. Read on...
I've been reading a delightful book about "Wacky Chicks." It'a written by a guy; Simon Doonan. However it's a celebration of gutsy broads who live their lives on their own terms. It's not as in-your-face as "cunt" was, but I love the chutzpah of a chick who knows her own mind and bends the rules. I aspire to be just such a woman.
I had an epiphany-actually it's been a series of realizations. In these realizations, I found immesurable strength. I've not let anything deter me from certain goals, but I've stood in the way of my own self in reaching others. I don't have to do that any longer. I'm not exactly sure how to expound on this, so I'll mull it over a bit more.