This is a page I admire

The paper I'm struggling through is called,"Transnational Feminism:The Economic, Political and Cultural Politics of Feminism". I know the ideas are good, I know my writing is pretty good, but unfortunately, I also know that it is late and my prof will hate it.
I don't want to get into the whole traditional versus post-modernist war here. It's not that I don't believe these debates are problematic; actually, I just don't think it applies to me in this case.
What is the actual problem?
Well, it is the professor's complete faith in my incompetence. It's funny, I have another prof who I believe would give me top marks for a childhood memory about my mother timing my First Confession. Yet I have another that will not accept a paper I have slaved over for an entire month.

If only more profs would realize that their authority doesn't make them special or more smart, and instead, see the opportunity that they are in to view such a variety of thinking.
yeah, and if only we had world peace and no such thing as money...

I'm very busy, finishing over-due papers - so I'm a lousy weblogger, what can I say?
I can sure say that I'm not a lousy sister...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM!!

I hope you got your present in the mail, if not, it's coming soon!

So, my webpage definately sucks. It's not that I have compared to others and decided that it just doesn't compete. It's more that I have found it looks like everyone elses. That's not to say either that I want it to be all that different. But that everyone seems to be trying to do something special so hard, and I'm right along with them, trying ever so god-damn hard.

I'd like to not try ever so god-damn hard but it's fcuking frustrating some times. It takes too much fcuking time trying to explain yourself.

Why explain yourself you say? Because I live in a world of mostly idiots who would rather see you smile than actually tell them the kind of day your having. I am a server in a university pub and a cashier in a university bookstore, and if one more fcuking person tells me that I should smile because "I look so much prettier that way" I'll take my stapler (bookstore) or pen (pub) and staple/stab their lips the way I'd like to see them, closed.

And don't ask me why I'm in such a bad mood, if it's not apparent, go to hell.

(and you know what? that felt good)

So the procrastination continues... I should be writing my phd on this.

I joined a webloggers webring today. So I guess more than my brother and sister will be reading this...or maybe not.

Regardless, to make my life all the more meaningful, I have entered the world of WEBCAMS!!!!

I'm not sure about some of them though. I definately like the dinnercam though, reminds me of work. I guess I like it more than I thought...ugh.

So, what would make a person like her do something like this?

am I not that different? I'm certainly not looking down on anyone but I find it hard to understand. When my sister put our wedding pictures on the net I was nervous, nevermind a running exibition of my life-cam.

to tell you the truth, I don't know whether to admire her or not.

i've got so many papers to write i really shouldn't be indulging in this but hey, another hour won't hurt right?

actually it probably will...

i had coffee with an old friend today, it was great.
of course, after we got over the ackwardness of me trying to squeeze in the fact that since i had seen him, i had gotten married..

you know, part of me doesn't want to mention it, that it shouldn't matter, yet the other part knows, that things are a little too enthusiastic to be just the ol' "good to see you" thing.

he went into this long ramble about how his goal in life is to now get married and have kids. It made me wonder, as we were sitting there, would he rather be down on government street, busking for a wife, than sitting here wasting his time talking to me?

i've so little male friends since i've gotten married...