i don't give a damn about my reputation

So. I know I've kind of dropped off on the blogging. But it's for a reason. After not posting anything to the tumblr blog for about a week (due to lack of internet over the break) I can't make myself start up again knowing that the ex might still be reading it. It creates to many weird head-things for me. I might start a different one with a different name. I don't know. I did like that blog. It sucks that it got ruined.

Blerg. Anyway. I've been stressed out and a crazy OCD panic-monster because of school starting and my ridiculous anxiety about it, but now that the semester has started (and enrollment seems to be way, way down this semester as evidenced by the weird lack of traffic in the LRC) I'm feeling more confident about stuff and am no longer freaking out about nothing. For now, anyway.

And then last night Emily texted me and informed me that I have a "good reputation" in the Deaf community and that the instructors are talking about me and think I will "go far." So that's a loverly little ego-boost even though I think half my reputation is from Emily talking about me like I am the greatest thing since the electric vibrator. The other half is, of course, due to my shining awesomeness.

One of the first assignments for my Intro to Interpreting class was to observe a "communication event" and take notes on the variables an interpreter would encounter if they were interpreting that event. Not specifically one where an interpreter is involved, but anything where people are communicating (i.e. a meeting, church service, doctor's appointment, etc). For lack of a better option, I chose to go to Mom's fruity ACIM (A Course in Miracles, the most ridiculous weird confusing esoteric abstract bullshit religious text since the bible itself) class at her fruity church. It was goofy and lasted way too long, but I got good notes, and, best of all, got it over with and my response posted to the discussion board. So everything is all gravy.

And and and. On top of school starting off good and ego boosts and all that, Krystal is having a burlesque dancer for her bachelorette party! I am so fucking excited. It's going to be awesome and perfect and much better than the smelly strip club Adam and the boys are going to.

On an unrelated note, someone on one of the blogs I read called Rick Warren an "antediluvian sexist," which gave me a laugh because it sounds funny (funny as in awesome because college words paired with words like "sexist," "racist," and "asshole" are always gold) and it is completely true. He is, that purpose-driven shithead. Fuck him for counseling victims of domestic violence not to get divorced. And fuck him for that bullshit he said to Ann Curry about gay marriage. Maybe he'll have a heart attack and die during Obama's inauguration.

A girl can dream, can't she?

p.s. Add Samuel Alito to the drop-dead-miraculously list.