all you want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air

So apparently blogs are great places to find people to sublet rooms! So, here goes! We need a subletter for January-May. If you are someone or know of someone who would be interested in this, please leave a comment!

just a glimpse of your ankle and i react like it's 1805

I’m attempting to study. It’s not working out well. I left my house, hoping that I’d be able to focus better at the café. Instead of being studious, I’ve sat here doodling in my notebook. The type of doodling that’s only acceptable when you’re in grade nine and your notebook has little pink hearts all over it. And now my film notes will forever have someone’s name in disgustingly flowery writing all over it. I keep looking out the window, hoping someone I know will pass by so I can talk to them instead of learn about boring film theory. I’m especially hoping to see a very specific person, even though I know I won’t and it’s really better that I won’t because I have to study.

Oh, and I’m wearing pants today. Apparently it’s surprising to people that I own pants. This is curious. Maybe this misconception has something to do with the fact that in freezing cold weather yesterday I wore a skirt. It’s just that I can’t let go of summer, so I hope that dressing for it will make it come back sooner. After testing this theory extensively, I have found that (surprisingly) what I wear does not effect the weather. However, it does make everyone ask “aren’t you freezing?” every 2.5 seconds. I should start being more sensible.

my entire life is a political statement

...and i'm tired. It's something that Jocelyn and I were talking about today. And it seems to be a common theme among people in our feminist theory class. It's impossible to leave what we're learning in the classroom, which is good because it means it's transforming us and we're passionate about it. But at the same time it's exhausting. Suddenly I see feminist theory all around me. And how I act and feel and think...feminist theory applies to it all. And I can't do or say anything without thinking about whether my actions are in line with my beliefs. And constantly questioning why I'm doing the things I'm doing. And then there's everyone around you, who expects you to act a certain way and when you don't suddenly you're not who they thought you were. They expect every aspect of your life to be a political statement. Even relationships. Especially relationships. And clearly I don't have the ability to seperate myself from anything (which is why a career as a rape counselor might not be such a hot idea) which is putting me in serious danger of messing up every relationship ever. I'm terrified of reproducing patriarchal structures in my relationships. Why do I feel like this is not a common fear?

In conclusion, I'm crazy and need a break from women's studies.

I have more faith than ever in my theory that the health of my favourite plant is inextricably linked to what's happening in my life. When things are going badly my plant seems to die a little. I hope that things get better soon, for the sake of my plant.

In other news, there is going to be a very exciting hippie party this friday. I can feel 11 Spring reclaiming some of its former glory.