Tuesday, April 20, 2004
it's raining it's pouring
so this weekend i'm going to washington d.c. to march for women's lives. i'm currently making a homemade tshirt to wear to this event, and i found out that I cannot iron to save my life. if someone was like hey i'm going to kill you unless you can easily iron this clever feminist saying onto this t-shirt, i would be dead right now. because i Cant. girls can do anything, right? well this girl can do anything. except iron. and pilates.
well i can pilates but i want to kill kip and dena afterwards (these are my pilates video friends, they're australian and they can actually do it. making me jealous. they can probably iron too). i remember my first foray into the world of pilatesing was with melissa and liz. and they both effortlessly did the exercises while i rolled around like a ball of fat, giggling nonstop. that was a bad scene.
i have to give two presentations tomorrow. i'm exhausted already. i have to write up my honors thesis for publication. everything is done, all coding, etc., and now i'm just being lazy, because, well, i don't know HOW. it never occurred to me before that whah, this is hard. poop.
i wanna get a tattoo. of a bunny. or a kitty. or a bunny and a kitty. i haven't decided yet. blahblah.
as usual, i have nothing interesting to say. driving all the way to d.c. is most likely going to suck, ew...blah.
adios kidderinos.
so this weekend i'm going to washington d.c. to march for women's lives. i'm currently making a homemade tshirt to wear to this event, and i found out that I cannot iron to save my life. if someone was like hey i'm going to kill you unless you can easily iron this clever feminist saying onto this t-shirt, i would be dead right now. because i Cant. girls can do anything, right? well this girl can do anything. except iron. and pilates.
well i can pilates but i want to kill kip and dena afterwards (these are my pilates video friends, they're australian and they can actually do it. making me jealous. they can probably iron too). i remember my first foray into the world of pilatesing was with melissa and liz. and they both effortlessly did the exercises while i rolled around like a ball of fat, giggling nonstop. that was a bad scene.
i have to give two presentations tomorrow. i'm exhausted already. i have to write up my honors thesis for publication. everything is done, all coding, etc., and now i'm just being lazy, because, well, i don't know HOW. it never occurred to me before that whah, this is hard. poop.
i wanna get a tattoo. of a bunny. or a kitty. or a bunny and a kitty. i haven't decided yet. blahblah.
as usual, i have nothing interesting to say. driving all the way to d.c. is most likely going to suck, ew...blah.
adios kidderinos.
