I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

Maddie. 20. New England.

 

I just bought a really expensive pair of boots that I should not have bought. If they don’t fit, I will cry.

One down, only an hour and a half later than I promised myself. One to go, that I should have been writing all semester and will likely not start until tomorrow. Yep.

I have all of this work and I really just don’t care to do any of it, especially the Portuguese. The semester ends two weeks from tomorrow so I know I really need to start getting somewhere with my reading so I can write my papers and actually be done with everything on time, but so far I haven’t convinced myself that it’s urgent enough to really start working. I’m not quite sure why. I also really need to clean my room so it will be easier to move out promptly when the semester is over because I don’t want to spend any more time here than I have to, but that hasn’t gotten done yet either. It seems like each semester I just procrastinate more and more, and I’m pretty surprised that it hasn’t caught up with me yet. I’m not sure how I can motivate myself to get everything done on time, especially since I’ll still be working until the end of the semester too, but I hope I find it in me somewhere because second semester junior year is certainly not the time to fuck up.

Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.

Robert Brault (via creatingaquietmind)

Why do we have an abortion rate 20% higher than France’s (and more than twice as high as Germany’s), especially considering most doctors here won’t perform them? The answer is any country that has universal health care, where contraception is free, where child care is free or inexpensive, where there is less poverty because people don’t become bankrupt over medical bills — those societies are simply going to have fewer unplanned and unwanted pregnancies.

And there the mask gets pulled off the Bart Stupaks and the “Christians.” If the statistics show that countries with government-provided universal health care and nearly-free abortions are, in fact, the countries with the fewest abortions, then why on earth wouldn’t the Right be the first in line to support universal health care?

Because it isn’t about “universal health care.” It’s about controlling women, period. It’s about sticking your nose in other people’s business. It’s about pushing your religious beliefs on everyone else because voices in your head tell you your Jesus is The One — even though your Jesus never said one single solitary word in any of the four gospels of the Bible about abortion or fertilized eggs being human. You’ve just gone and made it up about “life beginning at conception.” Jesus never said that. The little voice in your head said that, the same little voice that wants your grubby paws on women’s uteruses. You need help. Please get some help and leave the rest of us alone, Mr. Stupak and friends.

I am
a series of
small victories
and large defeats
and I am as
amazed
as any other
that
I have gotten
from there to
here.

Charles Bukowski (via catastrophegirlfriend)

(Source: brandywarhol)

Skipping my grad class to try to write my final proposal for it since I didn’t finish the book for today anyway. I bothered to email the professor this time even though he never reads his email before class anyway, but hopefully he appreciates it and goes easy on me for skipping like three classes this month. I’m having a terrible time focusing (obviously, as evidenced by me writing this instead of the proposal). Between all this work and the Arjun thing yesterday and actual work and the fact that my room is a mess and I don’t know what I’m doing this summer and mOthertongue and on and on, I just don’t know how to get stuff done anymore. When I’m not physically exhausted I’m emotionally exhausted and more often than not I’m both. I want to take some time off work without them just saying they can’t keep me, but I don’t know how to accomplish that because it’s too easy for them to replace me. I’m going crazy and I still have a month and a half left of the semester which is awful. I need to write my Decadence midterm at some point in the next few days too, which won’t be easy since I still haven’t finished any of those books either. It’s not okay. I just want to sleep until May.