Frustration

American politics make me angry.

It's good, at least I'm venting my anger on anything but breaking my damn laptop.

What the fuck? Women are more emotional and can't make good decisions?

Well. Fuck you. Fuck you and your idiocy. Would I be a better presidential candidate, then if I declared war on your or punched you in the face?

Would I be more of a man if I decided to gun you down if I get angry at you, instead of walking away?

Honestly, I can tell you that I have no idea whether Hillary Clinton would make a good presidential candidate or not. But the fact remains that you're a sexist idiot if you're against her simply because "she's a bitch" or because "women can' make good presidents". What, so discriminating against blacks is wrong, but it's okay to antagonize women with ambition?

Again, it's the SAME CONCLUSION: PEOPLE. ARE. STUPID.

I rest my case.

And this is the reason why I don't want to get married, or if I do I won't want children. I'd like to prove a point that I can be above social norms to reproduce, and that I value my career and education above all else.

What, think that I'm selfish? Well, let's see. WHY can some men do the same things - go to work for 70 hours a week, never see their families, and not be criticized? Let me remind you that fathers share an exact HALF of the genome of their children. So just because women keep the children in their uteruses for 9 months, does it mean that they're supposed to be the main player in caring for their children for the rest of the lives? I understand that some women want to do this, and I'm all for choice. But what about the women who don't, like me? The responsibility should be shared equally.

Has feminism never existed at all? What's going on in this world?

Mantra

I will survive this.

Whole. Complete. With Sanity to Spare.

For sure.

Fun Stuff

I think I'm camping out in the library tonight.

YAY!

On the other hand, school's nearly done. I'm half scared out of my wits, and half excited.

My internet purchases this month:
Very comfy fleece lined AE Sweater: $32
AE navy and green polka dotted camisole: $8
2 Threadless tees (a key for everything & emotional trip): $30
La Senza stuff: $10
Getting yelled at by my dear mother for spending so much: priceless.

In conclusion: I love sales. My mother doesn't, if it means me spending muchos amounts of money.

Reminiscence

Would I, could I go back to elementary school. There were so many friendships that could have been had I stayed in touch; things I wish I hadn't ever done, or had done.

I was such an idiot in grade school. Okay, it's not like much has changed, but I was a bigger idiot back then. And more arrogant, too - I was one of those loud annoying little kids that I now want to squish.

But all this nostalgia aside, and bringing myself back to right now and this moment, it's true what they say - you are the average of your six best friends. Well, I'm just damn glad that my close friends are all amazing people - caring, loving, smart, funny, brilliant - and so much of my happiness stems from them.

Runaway

I want to escape. Run far, far away from here, from everything that matters.

From marks, from classes, from exams and labs; from organizing events and attending meetings.

I just want some time for myself. I know it's my fault - I'm so stressed already (and a little sick), and yet I still can't focus on the work that I'm supposed to do.

But I'm just so tired. I don't want to have to work anymore. That's just me being immature and whiny, though - I know that tough, life goes on, and I just have to grind on just like everyone else. Run the rat race, hop on the hamster wheel, get nowhere, and die.

I'm feeling so optimistic right now. Can't you tell?