This article about stay-at-home fathers reminded me how difficult our society makes living in balance between the sexes.

( I hate Disney Channel, too )

Lake must stress again we all need to read Self-Made Man by Norah Vincent. Note: I read the hardcover edition, it's since been published in paperback and on audiobook.  

Yeah, kinda bummed I don't have cable to watch BSG tonight. Will download it Sunday though.

Kara has officially become my fourth chick I-would-do-if-I-were-suddenly-lesbian. And yes, I said Kara  and not Katee Sackhoff. Katee Sackhoff's too cute. Starbuck is hardcore and Kara is between the two. Oh, this is bad. Mal, even. I can feel the force enveloping me in the fannishness. I stayed away from the communities so as not to get so ugh. It was bound to happen.

And thanks to ingrid_m , I have an idea for fic. Dunno if it will come to fruition but it's good to dream. Trynna decide on what to do for the latest challenge over at notshoppedicons , if I do something. The theme is wintry and I will not delve into SG:A yet and have a tiny idea for BSG iconage.  In other news, I finished The Magician's Nephew at lunch, started two days ago, and have gone onto The Lion the, Witch and the Wardrobe. It's good reading children's literature.

Wait a minute. I'm supposed to be watching BSG2.11 right now. Going away now.

I'm gonna join the real world and start downloading BSG from iTunes every Sunday. I just need to get a newer version of it though, this one that came with Wallace is out of date. Of course, after taking stock of my LoTR figures, I had to play with them (the ones out of the box). And then I had to commence my LoTR viewing marathon. I use to watch the movies a lot when I first got them.

There was a 'Narnia' special on today. I'm a little wary about seeing it. I saw the BBC version a ways ago and read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe when I was in grade school. I must read the entire 'Chronicles' sometime. I plan on getting the movie when it hits DVD. I've had my fun with the theaters. Not into going back (and no, I'm not afraid of going by myself as usual). Needing to focus on writing and putting more than 60% into school. I know I'm incredibly lazy and it's cos I can be and no one is there to call me on it. I should be caling myself on it though. I do. Just not forcefully enough.

Cannot.concentrate.damn.mouse. There's a mouse somewhere in here that is moving shit around and making me paranoid. I have no problem with mice so long as they don't jump out of things and run across my path. I had a terrible experience with one a while back. It popped out of my school bag that hung on a chair in my room. Left a snack in there unsecured. The thing jumped at me and scurried under the heater. I can't wait to get out of here. Can't bear having a roommate(she cooked curry and you know my olfactory system goes haywire over things; I wanted to die) and I can't stand living in the most desolate place in Brooklyn. I need space, quiet and positivity. Just one semester, Lakie.

Seriously, it will not play for anything and the work 'puter doesn't even recognize it in iTunes. I wanna chuck it. I wonder if that whirring sound when I tried copying Matt Morris last night had anything to do with it. All my songs! Gah. I'm prolly gonna havta wipe the drive and update the system. I miss old plug-n-play. This shit sucks ass.

Again I bought a LeGuin novel (The Telling) and it seems so familiar. My novella--just from the back cover blurb--has similar concepts. Funny.

On yahoo! news: Study links bake sales and obesity. c:/duh Those cookies weren't eating themselves.

This morning I was close tears when my boss' boss asked me about my "condition". I really felt badly because, again, he was the only one who cared enough to ask. I told him they were still doing tests. I give them the benefit of humanity and they still come short. And they have the nerve to talk about hateful people, ugliness and spoiled kids.

Anywhoo, I got a new book to devour. I felt better buying a Le Guin at Barnes and Nobles during lunch. This self-medicating with shopping is getting worse. The less sugar I eat, the more I do this.  I'll stop once the debt realization kicks in again.

My grad pics came in and now I have to buy a set . . . because I have extended family and it would kill them not having portraits despite not giving a damn the whole time I was in school. So apparently I'm gonna shell out a hundred bucks for their enjoyment. I love the shots I want them all. Hey, I should not buy 'em. Get only the proofs and let that be it. Gonna chat with the sis and see what's best.

EDIT: Gah! I hate when dudes do this: they say hello and get upset when you don't respond. I went on break and some dude kept saying "hey sista" and of course I don't think it's toward me because I'm daydreaming and I don't usually give one shits about that catcalling because it's disrespectful. But he was actually cute and wasn't rude about it until I gazed over and he says, rudely I might add, "You can't say hello?" What the fuck? This might explain why I don't date so much people of his caliber. when you think you're so much more than you are, you're usually not much.

I read that book (partially) and it was rather boring. I dunno if it was the amount of work I had going on at the time or just the novel itself but I couldn't bring myself to trying to read it again. I bet it's great, I don't remember much. However, there is a movie filming about it ready to drop in 2006. Trend anyone?

I have always been a closeted sci-fi fan. The LotR movies exposed me. I was obsessed and still am. I have yet to finish reading The Two Towers(again) so I feel like a bad fan. I wonder about the explosion of fantasy books-turned-Hollywood blockbusters. I blame 9-11. (It is also the reason why more people my age in America are married. I mean, come on, 20 and you're already hitched? Gimme a break!) We're looking for that great escape from the war and the threat of terrorism. Fantasy gives you that. Good always triumphs over evil. True love always prevails. There's always a happy ending. It reflects the human condition. So many parallels have been made between the Rings trilogy and the Bible. And we all know the Bible is one of the most influential pieces of literature out there. We want to be shown that there is good at the end of all this tragedy. We also want to be the one who solves all the problems in 500 pages or less (or ninety minutes).

I wish I had English this semester so I could write a persuasive essay on the topic. Gah, maybe another time. Through my ramblings, it does make a bit of sense, yeah?

My previous entry was a rant during a fit of hunger, frustration, desperation and cramps. Whoo chile! And I love it. I haven't been able to write completely like that in a minute. But I held back, I always hold back. I have this severe control problem that has formed me into this nutjob. I blame Mother, the harbinger of surprises. I want to rant and write and express but lil lakie says, "What the hell, don't be stupid!" while Big Lakie says, "What the hell are you waiting for?" I'm still transitioning between hormones and the new year and this week being midterm attack. 

I miss Moe, though I've never met her or spoke with her over the phone. She's my best friend for more than seven years and we've only corresponded on the 'net. I miss IMing her everyday and whatnot. We still email, just I don't have the 'net at home and she's busy with her bf, Ro. We had that in common--boyfriends with the same name. However, mine had a stupid nickname that my favorite actor/comedian also shares that his parents thought was a better name than his given name. Gah!  

I'm gonna write something good soon. Right now I'm looking for the Purple cover (1984 issue) of the Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin. I think it's the library issue. And Strand books is out of it. Ah well. Down to Ebay. I'll just say that it's much better reading than Harry Pothead.