Thank god I don’t have any finals.
I just realized I lost my flash drive with all my programming assignments, notes, and final projects on it. It is due on Sunday. fuuuuck
Sometimes I feel like certain people consume so much of this world and never give anything back. They watch people tell jokes and listen in on conversations and sit between ideas. All their thoughts are regurgitated from Snapple lids and facebook statuses. At night they talk about how lonely they are and then in the morning they try to pass through the world without interacting at all.
It is so goddamn exhausting. Every person I have ever dated wanted me to build them up and I tried to show them how important they are. Every ex has a piece of me, but I look at myself and I have nothing. I’ve left relationships feeling like a vessel for their insecurity. For once I want to be with someone who actually cares about me and my feelings. I don’t want to be an object in their life that they can discard the moment they feel less lonely.
Wicked Game by James Vincent McMorrow
The traffic is so bad around the movie theater because of Catching Fire that cops are redirecting cars with glowsticks.
Lately I’ve been thinking that resilient is a dirty word. It’s a word that seems like a compliment, but it’s also a word that excuses the circumstances that led to resilience. It’s a word that does not assign accountability. You’re resilient, so nothing I hurl at you can break you. Never mind that the effects of climate change has such a devastating effect on a country whose carbon emissions are negligible, the people in that country are resilient, they’ll keep going. The truth is that the people in my country are resilient, because they have no choice but to be resilient. Politicians fix elections and use the country’s tax pesos as their own personal checking accounts. The biggest polluting countries in the world refuse to acknowledge that their (our) actions are killing thousands of people in underdeveloped countries, so what other choice do we have but to keep going, to display that so-called, so admirable resilience?
I do appreciate President Aquino’s attempt at reassuring everyone, but this is not the time for reassurance. It’s really time to be angry, to be appalled, to be indignant that this has to happen at all. It’s time to make sure that public funds don’t go to the corrupt few so the money is there for even regular typhoons. It’s time we refuse to bear the burden of others’ utter selfishness."
"You’re gay? Why didn’t you tell me?" Um, because if I mentioned it earlier I’d be accused of having an agenda.
So I just bought a copy of Stone Butch Blues for $9. It is out of print and normally goes for around $80. I’m super happy right now; I’ve been looking for a physical copy of the book for years!
bell hooks, “Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center”
Gonna quote her alllll day.