Thanks for all the positive feedback on my potential project...I have to admit, I am also considering doing a project on monogomous gay couples and depending on how many I find, I might do that instead, as it is slightly more relevant to my personal research interests, but if that doesn't work, I will be sure to let you all know.

Today I am going to the dentist. Advantage Dentistry on Elmwood in Kenmore. They aparently have stereo headphones for my probing pleasure and a pill that can make you sleep through the entire procedure...I don't know about that whole thing...I am hoping that doesn't mean I have to pay extra for those pansy ass folks who can't handle a little poke in the mouth. Hah.

Oh yes...and the Bandits game. I have to say, it was less painful than I thought. I felt kinda like the first time I went to NYC though.. we got to the suite and there were all these tables with candles on them, a beautiful food spread, and a bartender who came right up and asked if he could get us anything. Free booze rocks! I felt like a star. And plus...the sing a song...or chant a chant, whatever you want to call it...and maybe I am juvenile, but BOX is just funny.

Hello friends...I know I have been neglecting you all, and now I have come to ask yet another favor. I am taking an ethnographic methods class (ie. qualitative research) and I have to eventually write a 20 page paper based on interviews of a select group that I choose... I have not cleared this with my Prof yet, but I was considering using you all for this little mini study. I think that online communities are all the rage :) and this would be the perfect size to do a small scale, localized study of such a group. Of course you would be completely anonomous...I guess I have to go through some board of blahdeeblah in order to get my research approved, so it will all be on the up and up....so you get this gist? I would of couse be wanting interviews...anywhere from an hour or more that would be recorded...and I would buy you coffee or lunch for your troubles. Again, this is not a sure thing yet, but if anyone would be willing to participate, please let me know so I can have an idea of whether or not this is feasable.
Thanks!
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ok, so i need to have a wisdom tooth pulled...i am pretty sure it should be a simple extraction...not needing an oral surgeon... however, i have no insurance and am therefore looking for recommendations for dentists who are reasonable cheap yet won't give me a staph infection. i am not one of those terrified of dentist types, but I have only been to one dentist in my whole life who went to my church and was friends of the fam, so this is new for me. Please help!

so felly and i returned a few days ago from our trip to lake george, only to find a giant gaping whole that was once a building on elmwood. anyone know what im talking about? it is one block north of Casa di Pizza but i can't for the life of me remember what was there. it looks like a fire, but we tried searching for it online and found nothing...i was hoping you all, being the wealth of knowledge that you are, could help me out on this. i guess i just nosy, but inquiring minds want to know!

Dear friends, I am still alive, contrary to popular belief. Needless to say, the end of the semester was rough for me. I think that my ass and this chair are now the bestest of friends. For the last week I have to admit, I have shut down...spending my days watching marathons of America's Next Top Model and not showering... loads of fun! I think (e:james) put it best when he called it postpartum depression. I have no books to read, no classes to go...I feel useless and worthless and washed up. However, the funny thing is, I am not even done yet! I still have one more paper that is due the 18th which, for the last 5 days, I have successfully ignored. Part of me wishes I had just gotten it over and done with so I could really be done, but that just ain't the way I roll.

And I am sorry that felly and I missed the party. I think that might have been exactly what she needed to get into the chrismas spirit and for me to remember that there are real life, 3D human beings in Buffalo that I can converse with rather that stare at. Ah well.

All in all though, I am happy with how this, my first semester in grad school, turned out. I am still unsure about this whole bufalo/city thing but I think I can handle it at least for another 18 months. Then, who knows...the possibilities are endless.

Finally, for those of you who don't know, Jodie Foster is a big lesbian. This is what I do with my time.

I know this won't take long, so here we go

Highschool

Boy-S

College

Boy-V
Boy-K
Girl-L
Girl-Felly


Note..."sex" is tricky business. I would say that I had "sex" with a girl when I did the same things that I would not call sex if I did them with a boy. I do this to make myself feel better. Boy sex equals penile penetration (sorry felly) and girl sex equals oral sex and/or digital or toy penetration.
Pretty sad compared to Felly huh? ;)

Soooo, Felly and I are going away this weekend, from Friday the 16th through Sunday the 18th and we were wondering if anyone would be willing to come and feed our cats for us while we are gone. You would only have to come once or twice a day and just poor some food into a bowl and thats it. You could also snoop around our apartment for an added bonus. Felly is offering a batch of cookies to anyone who would be willing to do this for us.

Something happened to me this weekend. My mind rebelled against school. Or my body, or both. I didn't do anywork at all compared to my normal hours and hours of reading and writng. On Friday I watched a Project Runway marathon for way to many hours. Yesterday I went to Niagara Falls with my cousin and her boyfriend. Today I feeling anxious, knowing that I didn't do the work I should have done for tomorrow's classes. Everytime I pick up a book I can't concentrate. I know that this is all created...I think I decided on Thursday night that I wouldn't be doing any work this weekend and I am sitting in that decision right now. There is some strange feeling of liberation however...since school started I have been dedicated. always doing all the readings, all the work, spending my weekends and free time immersed in school work, and now this. I can't say if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Next week Felly and I are attempting a trip to New Paltz...I have basically 2 weeks until hell descends upon me...hell being final papers due...3 20 pages papers in a matter of 4 days. I should be preparing for this. Getting my research together, working on outlines, blahdee blah. I can't quite come to grips with the fact that the first semester is almost over. This is a constant problem for me...recognizing that reality is right now, not some far off place that I can't point to.

so I have definetly become one of those people who reads other people's journals, but never writes one of my own. It's true, I do read, or at least skim the site everyday or everyother, but I never sign in...ah well.

Today was my scariest driving day in Buffalo, and I have an inkling that I haven't seen shit. I was literally at a dead stop on 33 because there was a truck that had gone over the railing and looked like it was dangling, but it was not, over I-90. The bizarro snow/sleet balls that were pelting my car made switching lanes rather dangerous and gasp! there is some accumulation on the sides of the roads tonight.

So uh, I have 5 weeks of class left That means 5 weeks till ALL my finals are due! holy effin shit. that amounds to about 60 pages I have to write on top of two "creative" projects that are also due. Isn't procrastination a wonderful thing!

I have an urge to post, but I don't really have anything to post about. I could talk about Planet in Peril or the California Fires or the party on Saturday. I could talk about the cat on my lap who just jumped in front of my monitor, blocking my view. I could talk about the weather. But, I think I am going to talk about dancing.

I have always loved to dance. I remember when I was young, grade school, middle school...my female cousins and I would put on shows. I would choreograph and then we would perform for the family. In middle school I would go to "activity nights" (they were dances and there was also volley ball or a movie) and I would get down to the Macarena and the Electric Slide. In highschool I kinda stopped...I was too cool for school dances and too busy getting stoned to care. In college I got back into it a little, but it was only encouraged by drunkeness. Dancing sober was out of the question. Now, I am sooo happy to be dancing again. I forgot that I could actually do it. I do have rythym. My musical past has given me the knowledge of counting and keeping the beat.

But the greatest thing, I think, is a kind of communication with the body. A kind feeling empowered with using the body to create. And feeling my body move and be moved. I don't hurt today, and many of you remember Felly and I's constant bitching after the first few weeks of class about the pain. Today I feel tired, maybe sore, but it is good. I am aware of my body rather than just floating around in it unnoticed. I was never one to excercise...and although I certainly am "excercsing" now, it doesn't feel like that. It feels like fun. I look forward to class, look forward to learning something new each time. Look forward to rockin out.

So yeah. I like dancing. And shit...who cares if you are good or not really? It isn't about that at all. I think in many ways it is similiar to music, the universal language. People have been dancing for...shit, I don't know how long...a long ass time I would presume. If you can get someone to dance, you can have a good time with anybody.

So, in conclusion, if you want to be inspired, come to the Battle on Saturday...and if not, I hope to see you all at Halloween party later that evening!