I am putting of going to class. I have ONE class this week and I don't wanna go. Unfortunatly, these are the once a week gotta go cause I'm in Grad school now kinda classes. I didn't read one of the assignments either, although I did read the ENTIRE book that was required and as a result of my already existing feminist background, I think this should be sufficient.

Theory is like riding a bike. I thought that maybe somewhere between two years off of school and a "dead end" job at a gas station I would have lost the nack for interpreting and analyizing theory, but this is not the case. In fact, I have all of a sudden sort of regained a certain area of feminist consciousness that had been temporarily replaced with HGTV and Animal Planet. Not that these don't bring up some interesting starting places for theory as well! But that is another entry.

I have to go.

The party was fabulous I must say. I can't think of a better first estrip party to have attended. We do have pictures and some video and depending on the quality, we shall post them, and by we I mean Felly.

Grad school has started for me and I am already feeling slightly looney. I read a 300 page book in 3 days, which basically equated to 20 or so hours of reading. I like reading, don't get me wrong, but I would have much rather been at AmVets with Janelle and Drew yesterday, but instead I successfully gave myself a crook in the neck and a lame labor day. Luckily I only have 1 class this week, but as a result I have, surprise, extra reading to do.

Oh yes, and another note. Our friendly downstairs neightbor came upstairs with the premise of talking about the leak and had a look around apt. commenting on the kithcen, the square footage, etc and had a look a the bathroom as well. Well, after a while we decided to take a shower and low and behold, within less then five minutes of our shower there comes a tap tap tappin on our door. Needless to say we didn't answer cause we weren't uh appropriate for company. He came back later to inform us that yes, yes indeed it is still leaking, so who knows what they are going to have to do to fix that shit.

Today I will be reading some scholarly journals on the topic "What is a Disaster?"

Well peeps, for those of you who were out at Cathode Ray last weekend, our pics are finally up! I am slightly disappointed because I didn't win anything, however there are numbers quite close to mine that did, so if you kept your little card, you should check it out! For anyone who is voyeuristic or simply nosy, the website is www.buffalobarfly.com

Look forward to seeing everyone tonight!

I was sitting out side smoking my pre-shower cigarette and one of the guys from ESquare Capital was like "uh, can I come up stairs and take a look at your bathroom cause his (my downstairs neighbor) ceiling is leaking. Of course I let him in, but now he has cauked my bathtub and I can't take a shower. Grrrr. It's fine, really. I love not showering, especially on my hair washing day when I have plans to run all over campus and what not. Ah well.

The picture strip at the top of my screen is currently the little chalky nasty valentine's day hearts that say "only you" and "you & me" on them. I can't eat those things, but do enjoy gluing them to various things when the season is right. Which, by the way, it certainly is not.

I set out on my own yesterday to find the Talking Leaves bookstore on main street, and I was pleasantly surprised. I was thinking it would be bigger and much less cool then the one on Elmwood, but although it was slightly larger, it was equally as cool. And the guy who was helping with the textbook area was super nice and looked all over the store for the book I needed, but alas wasn't there. Another great thing was, it wasn't obnoxiously crowded so there was no waiting in tremendous lines or feeling rushed while looked around. I hate that. I was looking forward to not going to the campus book store, but I need this book cause I have to read the entire thing by next week and can't put it off any longer. Oh well. I am still pleased that I can buy (most of) my textbooks at an independent store. Way to go Buffalo.