Below are the most recent 11 friends' journal entries.

Thursday, December 10th, 2009
shinigamu	2:45p	Alright. Here is my 2010 Spring semester schedule and seriously, it took for-fucking-ever to get this. Calling departments back and forth, trying to get into full classes, etcetc. 11:10am is the start of my day, 5:10pm is the end. Intro to Music Make-up for the Stage Theatre Production Tues/Fri only, as always. Whew. Back to the rest of my life now. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 9th, 2009
shinigamu	4:20p	This shouldn't make me so happy, but it does. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 8th, 2009
shinigamu	11:48p	Com'on, 110W to 220W, why you be hating? I'm referring to the voltage converting needs for the US to the UK. My laptop can handle itself just fine with the conversion but my hair straightener cannot. Most of the voltage converters and adapter I've found say "do not use with heating electronics, hair dryers, hair irons,etc" which rules out my straightener. In theory, I could just go without it but with all the rain and humidity of London.. I would rather not chance it (and then find that out when I get off the plane). Other then that, I'm also currently searching for a nice comfy cardigan/zipup for layering under a suitably warm wool or otherwise winter coat. Oh. I'm also searching for a suitably warm winter coat. Honestly, I've been using hoodies for years now because my jacket needs are minimal since I drive almost everywhere and only need to make it from the parking space to wherever I'm going. That or from home to the store, or a comparable short distance. Okay, long story made short. I need a decently warm/lined winter coat. Wool or otherwise. I just haven't had any luck with finding a decently warm or even lined ladies coat. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places but totally out of luck. Most cardigans are too thin as well, imo. I will take any and all recommendations. I've still got one 3-4 page paper to write for Costume History and then a mini paper for Acting, all due friday on our last day of class. Then there is the ridiculous cumulative Costume History class. About- 28 classes, 30-60 slides each class. So, just around 1,120 slides to review for this final. I am amazed. Shocked and amazed. The woman is crazy. Looks like my schedule for the Spring semester will be Intro to Music, Stage Make up and then Theatre Production. Bam said the lady. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 7th, 2009
uloixia	11:04a	It's been a long time Since I posted a meme. So here you go. On the twelfth day of Christmas, uloixia sent to me... Twelve nikons flying Eleven shoes travelling Ten boots a-clubbing Nine animals biking Eight tigers a-flirting Seven boas a-kickboxing Six corvettes a-drinking Five di-i-i-igital cameras Four sugar gliders Three fountain pens Two long nails ...and an industrial in a germany. Get your own Twelve Days: I'm particularly amused with the kick-boxing boas... Friday night was super swell (thank you!), with bacon cake, the stripper pole being used properly, mini water guns indoors and bad things happening to bad people. ;) And things managed to go on til about 4:45am. whew! That was quite a night. Lovely to see everyone! Annnnd I got some accidental swag. If anyone's missing a leather coat, please let me know. I'm thinking a male's coat. Today I have a sinus infection/cold. Actually I've had it all weekend and decided to come to work anyway because the couch was killing my back. And just how many Trader Joe's nukeable hors d'ouvers can I pound down before I look like one? I don't want to find out. But I sure could use a nap.... Current Mood: stuffed ub (Comment on this)
Saturday, December 5th, 2009
theblackqueen	3:06a	mmm..hmm. In 2009, theblackqueen resolves to... Lose ten flying lessons by March. Give up nibbling. Volunteer to spend time with uniforms. Buy new bauhaus. Connect with my inner glam. Overcome my secret fear of top hats. Get your own New Year's Resolutions: and if you want something that makes even LESS sense: On the twelfth day of Christmas, theblackqueen sent to me... Twelve squirrels nibbling Eleven stockings undulating Ten bones a-clubbing Nine amadeus bellydancing Eight uniforms a-dreaming Seven bauhaus a-tightlacing Six sprockets a-cuddling Five bi-i-i-it gags Four top hats Three garter belts Two pretty things ...and a kozi in an androgyny. Get your own Twelve Days: (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 3rd, 2009
shinigamu	7:22p	If Men Could Menstruate, by Gloria Steinem. A snippet of the piece is below. I'm not a huge fan of the "if we let them" at the end but I think the overall article is hysterical. It's pretty short too so, click the link and read it. It's funny, to me atleast. EDIT: Fuck it. I copy and pasted the whole thing. It's not that long so don't complain about your friends page. Geez. ---------------------------- A white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking that a white skin makes people superior - even though the only thing it really does is make the more subject to ultraviolet rays and to wrinkles. Male human beings have built whole cultures around the idea that penis envy is "natural" to women - though having such an unprotected organ might be said to make men vulnerable, and the power to give birth makes womb envy at least as logical. In short, the characteristics of the powerful, whatever they may be, are thought to be better than the characteristics of the powerless - and logic has nothing to do with it. What would happen, for instance, if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not? The answer is clear - menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event: Men would brag about how long and how much. Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood, with religious ritual and stag parties. Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp out monthly discomforts. Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. (Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brands such as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammad Ali's Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath Jock Shields - "For Those Light Bachelor Days," and Robert "Baretta" Blake Maxi-Pads.) Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof that only men could serve in the Army ("you have to give blood to take blood"), occupy political office ("can women be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priest and ministers ("how could a woman give her blood for our sins?") or rabbis ("without the monthly loss of impurities, women remain unclean"). Male radicals, left-wing politicians, mystics, however, would insist that women are equal, just different, and that any woman could enter their ranks if she were willing to self-inflict a major wound every month ("you MUST give blood for the revolution"), recognize the preeminence of menstrual issues, or subordinate her selfness to all men in their Cycle of Enlightenment. Street guys would brag ("I'm a three pad man") or answer praise from a buddy ("Man, you lookin' good!") by giving fives and saying, "Yeah, man, I'm on the rag!" TV shows would treat the subject at length. ("Happy Days": Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still "The Fonz," though he has missed two periods in a row.) So would newspapers. (SHARK SCARE THREATENS MENSTRUATING MEN. JUDGE CITES MONTHLY STRESS IN PARDONING RAPIST.) And movies. (Newman and Redford in "Blood Brothers"!) Men would convince women that intercourse was more pleasurable at "that time of the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself - though probably only because they needed a good menstruating man. Of course, male intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguments. How could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics, or measurement, for instance, without that in-built gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets - and thus for measuring anything at all? In the rarefied fields of philosophy and religion, could women compensate for missing the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death-and-resurrection every month? Liberal males in every field would try to be kind: the fact that "these people" have no gift for measuring life or connecting to the universe, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough. And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine traditional women agreeing to all arguments with a staunch and smiling masochism. ("The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month": Phyllis Schlafly. "Your husband's blood is as sacred as that of Jesus - and so sexy, too!": Marabel Morgan.) Reformers and Queen Bees would try to imitate men, and pretend to have a monthly cycle. All feminists would explain endlessly that men, too, needed to be liberated from the false idea of Martian aggressiveness, just as women needed to escape the bonds of menses envy. Radical feminist would add that the oppression of the nonmenstrual was the pattern for all other oppressions ("Vampires were our first freedom fighters!") Cultural feminists would develop a bloodless imagery in art and literature. Socialist feminists would insist that only under capitalism would men be able to monopolize menstrual blood . . . . In fact, if men could menstruate, the power justifications could probably go on forever. If we let them. (Comment on this)
uloixia	11:57a	Because it seems it's been rather poorly promoted http://www.vongutenbergfetishball.com/ Saturday the 5th, doors at 9pm. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
shinigamu	12:08p	I've got my syllabus and play list for the London trip! Here are the plays I'll be seeing. I'm ridiculously excited for Doctor Faustus, 1984, The Importance of Being Earnest and Twelfth Night, not gonna lie. Marlowe's Faustus is the BEST Faustus, tbh. “An Inspector Calls,” Wyndham’s Theater http://www.aninspectorcalls.com/ '1984', BAC Theatre/Blind Summit Theatre Group  http://www.bac.org.uk/   “War Horse” / Stafford, New London Theatre, National Theater http://www.nationaltheatre.org.uk/45205/home/war-horse-official-website.html   “Tweflth Night”/Duke of York's Theatre/Royal Shakespeare Production. http://www.rsc.org.uk/content/8742.aspx “The Importance of Being Earnest”/Galleon Theatre Group,    Greenwich Theatre, London http://www.londontheatre.co.uk/cgi-bin/search.cgi?mytemplate=tp2&method=all&event1=Importance&00theatre=Greenwich    “The Power of Yes”/National Theater, Southbank http://www.nationaltheatre.org.uk/37778/productions/the-pitmen-painters.html “Doctor Faustus”/Stratford Circus Theatre http://www.stratford-circus.com/events/theatre/presentmoment.htm   “Rope”, Almeida Theatre http://www.almeida.co.uk/production_details/production_details.aspx?code=82   “The Caretaker,” Trafalgar Studio, http://www.trafalgar-studios.co.uk/ http://www.trafalgar-studios.co.uk/ (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 30th, 2009
uloixia	3:01p	So.full of fish. Tomorrow's my b-day and as such, all the attorneys are in an all-day meeting. Figures, eh? So they took me out to lunch today. And filled me full of raw fish. And tofu. And 5 kinds of ice cream. Holy.Crap. I can't move. And while we were in Seattle, neacal bought me some awesome boots. yay! (5 Comments |Comment on this)
uloixia	2:12p	Turkeyless in Seattle (Or, how I spent my holiday, by Crystal, age NOYB) We took a roadtrip to Seattle. First we spent Weds night at Gaia Shasta Hotel in Anderson. A really nice "green" hotel that had huge rooms. Then on Turkey Day we continued the drive. Got to Portlad about 7pm, had dinner at The Chart House* and then continued on up to Seattle. Stayed at the Bellevue Club Hotel, which was also a crazy hardcore athletic club as well. Well after a day of junk food on the road, even a nice dinner (sans Turkey, thanks), didn't make us feel better. In fact, we felt just a little oogy.* Friday we shopped at Metro where everything was 50% off. Sweeet! Was supposed to meet people and hang out at Noc Noc, but we were still feeling a little oogy. Saturday we shopped in the downtown area and hung out at Pike St. Market. Found a great little Thai place which made the best Tom Kha Gai I've had in a long time. Kept our hands warm for a long time too. Then we went to the hotel, rested a little, felt less oogy, then went out for dinner at the The Metropolitain Grill, ate wonderful steak, then hopped into some club clothes to hit Vogue at the Neighborhood bar on Broadway. It was lovely meeting genniferholland and she was kind enough to hang out with us during the evening. Sunday we hopped back in the car and headed home. Had lunch at a vegan place in Portland, after hitting up Voodoo Doughnuts. YUMMY! That's when we found out: *Portland was under a water advisory. E.coli had been found in one of the reservoirs and so residents were warned to boil all their water. This warning came out on Friday, the 27th. We ate at Chart House on the 26th. We drank lots of water. And you know that if a reservoir has E.coli on the 27th, it had it the 26th too. So yah. Explanation for the little bit of ooginess we were experiencing.... Also and btw, Backspace is an interesting vegetarian/vegan coffee shop/LAN party paradise. DO NOT EAT THE Broccoli Cheese soup! Good lord it was bad. I mean, sure, I suppose it was vegan. But what a vegetarian can't ruin in a grilled cheese sammich, a vegan can destroy in broccoli cheese soup. PTOOIE! (oh hay, I suppose that would be the cheese. hrm. blech) Anyway, we hopped on the highway, saw Mt. Hood, saw Mt. Shasta, and finally rolled in at 1:30am this morning. Whee. A lovely road trip! (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 28th, 2009
shinigamu	3:48p	He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing - the fury of the Time Lord - and then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought with gods and demons, why he had run away from us and hidden... He was being kind. He wrapped my father in unbreakable chains forged in the heart of a dwarf star. He tricked my mother into the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy to be imprisoned there, forever. He still visits my sister, once a year, every year. I wonder if one day he might forgive her, but there she is. Can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror. Every mirror. If ever you look at your reflection and see something move behind you just for a second, that's her. That's always her. As for me, I was suspended in time and the Doctor put me to work standing over the fields of England, as their protector. We wanted to live forever. So the Doctor made sure we did. (Comment on this)