It’s funny how long it can take me to actually get started on my homework. Between reading live blogs and watching Obama’s town hall, not to MENTION finally logging onto twitter, it’s officially afternoon and I haven’t done a thing.
Maybe homework is meant for the night time.
Thing One: I’m moving today.
Thing Two: My mom friended me on facebook. Crazy weird.
Thing Three: I need iced lattes to survive.
Thing Four: A new prime number was discovered. Which is cool.
My favorite moment from last season’s SNL. Because sometimes you just need to take a ride.
“For my belief is that if we live another century or so — I am talking of the common life which is the real life and not of the little separate lives in which we live as individuals — and have five hundred a year each of us and rooms of our own; if we have the habit of freedom and the courage to write exactly what we think; if we escape a little from the common sitting-room and see human beings not always in their relation to each other but in relation to reality; and the sky, too, and the trees or whatever it may be in themselves; if we look past Milton’s bogey, for no human being should shut out the view; if we face the fact, for it is a fact, that there is no arm to cling to, but that we go alone and that our relation is to the world of reality and not only to the world of men and women, then the opportunity will come and the dead poet who was Shakespeare’s sister will put on the body which she has so often laid down.”
– Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
I’m having a moment where my chest is tight with a mixture of joy and frustration. Sometimes it seems that almost a hundred years later, hardly anyone has gotten the memo.
It’s late, and I should be sleeping, but it’s moments like this when I’m so thrilled to be back in school.
Less typing. More reading.
Joe Biden and Hillary Clinton discuss women’s issues in a webcast released by the Obama campaign.
Can I just say that I love Hillary? So much. I’m also very tired of hearing people (in this case, Biden) tell Hillary not to worry.. she’s still important. Ugh. How patronizing.
BUT. I digress. I’m glad they’re talking about it. Women’s rights, I mean.They kiss each other’s butts for several minutes at the beginning, but they get to the point.
My roommate purchased a pair of TOMS shoes last week.. Shoes made from sustainable materials. The company also makes a pair for a person in need for every pair you buy. Pretty cool. I was doing some window shopping on urbanoutfitters.com (because that’s what you do when you should be studying) and I found these:
I want ’em. Bad. Am I that big of a geek that I would were my politics on my feet? Yes. Yes, I am.