Grandmother Quasimodo

There's a spot in my shower's faux marble that looks like a cross between Grandmother Willow and Quasimodo.

It's weird.  And it stares at me as I was myself.

New Project

Projects help me through life.  Without any real measurements of success in my life right now and nothing to really look forward to, projects help me reach goals and feel better about myself.

I found my next project.

For a year I'm not going to read a single book written by a male author.  Except for scriptures, I guess.  Maybe. 

In high school my favorite English teacher turned rocker made a list of all the authors we had read so far in high school.  It was like, all but one was male.  And all but one was white.  And that was depressing to me as a woman sitting in a class full of ethnic people.  Recently I've read a few books that have portrayed women like crap.  And I didn't like it, not one bit.  One was written by a woman.  But in general, I've read a lot of books by men that haven't made me feel good about myself as I walked away.  Now, had I read Twilight I would be saying the same thing about female authors.  But I haven't. 

So, for one whole year, I'm going a year without men.

I would say it was only in reading, but let's be real, this current drought has dried me out to a desert, not that it was ever a rainforest to begin with.  So while I am intentionally going without male authors, I will probably go without male suitors as well.  And they're the only gender of suitors I'm interested in.  I'm still going to be stuck with privileged comments by douchy Priesthood holders.  That'll be enough to keep me feeling bad about myself for years to come.

You may follow my progress here:  https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/7464867-jessica?shelf=a-year-without-men

Although it won't start for a few more months.  To give me enough time to read a few books by President Obama and also Jack Kerouac's On The Road.

I'm Engaged!

Actually, I'm not!  But I feel like sometimes when people have been missing from their blogs the next entry they write is something big.  This isn't that kind of blog post.

I feel like my life is so boring.  All my thoughts have already been said, and usually by those more eloquent than I.  There's nothing exciting going on.  At all.

I had a dream the other night that I had a lesbian love affair.  That was weird, to say the least.  It was not with Marie.  Marie was in my dream, and in the dream I did my best to hide my affair from her.  I think it worked.

I'm really into frying things right now.  Since moving into my new house (I moved into a new house!  It has chickens!) Marie, my new roommate Christina and I have fried several things.  We made jalapeno poppers, fried burritos (Marie says they're called chimichangas), bananas stuffed into nutella filled wonton wrappers, and oreos.  I have enjoyed everything.  Everything tastes better fried.

I tried to go on a run the first day of fall semester.  It was an epic fail.  Out of the 2.5 miles I had planned I only ran .5 miles, and that was not consecutively.  I walked the other 2 miles.  I had shin splints for four days afterward.

My life has been thrilling, as you can tell.

Actually, there is some thrilling news!  My friend, Hayley had a baby!  Boyd and Hayley are parents!  They have a little girl named Summer.  I can't wait to meet her.

And I still haven't written about my vacation to Oxnard, but it's quite something, including my first parking ticket, a man wrapping his arm around me, and wetting my pants.  With urine.  I always have exciting pee stories.