Stories I Tell Too Often.

Finns and fins abundant.
Just because.

Just because.

There are eggs in my “male” fish’s tank.

Df, Jujubee, you confusing little person.

EDIT: I just moved her back to my ten-gallon, with the rest of my sorority and witnessed my first ever betta catfight. Tail-whipping in the face is apparently an established evolutionary thing.

Media theory problems.

Almost through with analyzing the first season of South Park for its treatment of women, and I just now remembered that I wasn’t keeping track of their long term and short term goals.

What I learned yesterday

1. My cousin J’s ultimate goal is to work for either the UN or for UNICEF

2. She’s never, ever locked her car doors in a city before

3. Her little brother E is the only member of her family who doesn’t want to work in community service

4. There’s a pizza place in Hayes Valley that is 100% safe for me FUCK YES

It was awesome, though, and actual concerts should work like this.

So I dreamed that (naturally) Marilyn Manson and company were playing at the same venue where I actually saw them back in February. This time, though, there was a huge whiteboard on the stage, and you were allowed to come up out of the audience and write your name and a song request on it. When they called your name or started your song, you came up on stage and rocked. it. out. -and if you sucked, it wasn’t a big deal, because Manson just screamed over you.

I was sitting in the audience going OMG I’m gonna show him how well I can growl and then I picked “Coma White” for some reason, and woke up before I could sing it.

It was still awesome.

Bless my girl cousins for going to college. For real.

My only girl cousin on my dad’s side just found out she’s pregnant!

She’s also 33, married, and careered, so there’s virtually no pressure on me to follow in this particular set of footsteps.

Also EEEEEE NERDBABBY. Mom is a fantasy novelist, Dad is a theoretical maths professor. I am going to spoil the shit out of this little one.