iv'e had fun. i wasn't too happy about having my journal meeting on thursday, but it went okay. went to philosophy class, where i think i'm the only person who doesn't like broadie. this class is showing me that i definitely shouldn't major in philosophy - i get into social policy more than this. (although someone pointed out htat the social policy tutorials are pretty much the only chance we have to discuss in class, which is the most common style of learning at lc. so we've all been a little repressed since we've been here.)
went to the women's library (i keep wanting to abbreviate it 'women's lib' which is something else entirely and yet strangely appropriate), looked for books someone requested on questioning sexuality and somehow managed to not find any. i know they're out there; maybe they're so good that people who own copies don't want to give them away. i did find a lshfoc book though, called 'lesbianism made easy'. after reading enough to make me fall off the ladder i was sitting on, i checked it out so i could read it on my bed where i wouldn't get hurt rolling around laughing.
oh, and i was mistaken in saying that they only had books written by women. they have all sorts of books whitten by women, but only books dealing specifically with women's issues written by men.
i also spent some time looking up a quote on the percentage of women who own property. i was supposed to be a quote from the un in reference to the world march for women 2000, and i looked all over the un website's press releases, and the march's promo lit, but i didn't find it.
i left the women's library around 5.15, stopped at the cave to pic up my lambic (it's so great, the guy recognizes me because i always come in asking for the most esoteric things) and a tuna sub for dinner, and got to the meeting (which was held pretty much in bfe - clayton lives in the middle of nowhere) 15 minutes late, at 6.15. apparently no one else likes social policy either. and it always surprises me when clayton comes out with something anticapitalist - i expect it from everyone else, but clayton's.... old.
while i was at the meeting i missed the women's library peer support group (7-9) and fencing (6.30-8.30) grr.
went home afterwards and schmoozed with people in my journal group (allie, lindsay vold, andy) and nina, and maybe emilia, and decidedt o go to the ben nevis for a pint. none of us had been there before, but it was really nice - small and quiet. we hadn't been there long when band members started trickling in and setting up. one had a bodhran, so i went over and talked to him. he couldn't teach me, but i watched him play for a while. a girl next to me struck up a conversation while i was watching, and it turned out she was a friend of the band. so i ended up sitting with them. and of course singing harmony, how could i not? it took a while to find a line that someone else wasn't already on - 3 of the 5 of them were singers - but the main harmony singer was impressed when i did. so of course they asked me to sing something. i did general taylor and cracked where my voice broke and mostly remembered the words, but they all clapped and asked me to sing again when the bar owner came in and talked with them. it took me 4 or 5 more songs to remember all the words to 'song of peace', during which time i sang along to 'by the banks of the roses' and listened to them sing a version of beggarman that had *no* words in common with the version i know. i flubbed a line on song for you (remind me only to sing while sober, eh?) but didn't crack.
the guy who played bodhran also played pipes, so i got to drum while he piped. i didn't do too badly, although i vastly prefer my tipper. anyway, the chick who got me in with the band (and got me free drinks for being a musician) invited me to a party next week. ) and the band plays at the ben nevis every other thursday. that night for some reason makes me think of alan doyle's old band, 'staggering home'. :)
friday i woke up with horrible cramps. i'm glad to say that my new meds work, although i still didn't feel up to walking to the women's library. we went to 'just pretending' at the tron that evening. it was part of glasgay, the huge gay pride week thing. i decided to get dressed up - black velvet tank top, long black skirt with a slit up one side, boots (yes, those boots), and black velveteen blazer. i looked *spiffy*, and my feet still feel flayed from the shoes.
the play was very much amateur theatre. written by the performers, only about half of whom had acting as a day job, if that. so it definitely wasn't a polished piece. but if you took it as a community theatre sort of thing, it was very good. the plot revolved around 2 weddings (shown confusingly simultaneously) and hte issues it raised with various gay relations. because it was written by so many people, bits of it didn't seem to fit together. it's ironic that one of said bits was about a goth chich who felt left out and never accepted. there was a message somewhere about accepting people and not being afraid, but it mostly got lost in the confusion. its biggest problem in my eyes was that characters seemed to be played by more than one person and vice versa, but the characters weren't distinctive enough that you could tell who was who. the best part was at the wedding reception, when a chick playing a little girl was ogling all the presents. i talked to her afterwards. she was cute. :)
after the play we went to the 11.00 showing of 'priscilla, queen of the desert' - another glasgay sponsored event. it was *great* although i now realize that 'to wong foo' is an almost exact copy of it. the young drag queen (adam/felicia) was really cute, with a very nice jawline and a tendency to wander around shirtless. and *damn* i wish all 8-13 year old boys were as awesome as the one in the movie. i would kill to have known someone like that in middle school.
emmer's going to perform in a lesbian beauty contest, wearing my little black dress. i fill it out better than she does, but the very fact that she doesn't fill it out makes me kinda jealous. regarding breasts, she said, 'i've got the foothills, but you've got the grand tetons, baby.' heheh. :) emmer's fun.
i've mended all the garb that needs mending; next week, i learn how to sew button holes.
went to the women's library (i keep wanting to abbreviate it 'women's lib' which is something else entirely and yet strangely appropriate), looked for books someone requested on questioning sexuality and somehow managed to not find any. i know they're out there; maybe they're so good that people who own copies don't want to give them away. i did find a lshfoc book though, called 'lesbianism made easy'. after reading enough to make me fall off the ladder i was sitting on, i checked it out so i could read it on my bed where i wouldn't get hurt rolling around laughing.
oh, and i was mistaken in saying that they only had books written by women. they have all sorts of books whitten by women, but only books dealing specifically with women's issues written by men.
i also spent some time looking up a quote on the percentage of women who own property. i was supposed to be a quote from the un in reference to the world march for women 2000, and i looked all over the un website's press releases, and the march's promo lit, but i didn't find it.
i left the women's library around 5.15, stopped at the cave to pic up my lambic (it's so great, the guy recognizes me because i always come in asking for the most esoteric things) and a tuna sub for dinner, and got to the meeting (which was held pretty much in bfe - clayton lives in the middle of nowhere) 15 minutes late, at 6.15. apparently no one else likes social policy either. and it always surprises me when clayton comes out with something anticapitalist - i expect it from everyone else, but clayton's.... old.
while i was at the meeting i missed the women's library peer support group (7-9) and fencing (6.30-8.30) grr.
went home afterwards and schmoozed with people in my journal group (allie, lindsay vold, andy) and nina, and maybe emilia, and decidedt o go to the ben nevis for a pint. none of us had been there before, but it was really nice - small and quiet. we hadn't been there long when band members started trickling in and setting up. one had a bodhran, so i went over and talked to him. he couldn't teach me, but i watched him play for a while. a girl next to me struck up a conversation while i was watching, and it turned out she was a friend of the band. so i ended up sitting with them. and of course singing harmony, how could i not? it took a while to find a line that someone else wasn't already on - 3 of the 5 of them were singers - but the main harmony singer was impressed when i did. so of course they asked me to sing something. i did general taylor and cracked where my voice broke and mostly remembered the words, but they all clapped and asked me to sing again when the bar owner came in and talked with them. it took me 4 or 5 more songs to remember all the words to 'song of peace', during which time i sang along to 'by the banks of the roses' and listened to them sing a version of beggarman that had *no* words in common with the version i know. i flubbed a line on song for you (remind me only to sing while sober, eh?) but didn't crack.
the guy who played bodhran also played pipes, so i got to drum while he piped. i didn't do too badly, although i vastly prefer my tipper. anyway, the chick who got me in with the band (and got me free drinks for being a musician) invited me to a party next week. ) and the band plays at the ben nevis every other thursday. that night for some reason makes me think of alan doyle's old band, 'staggering home'. :)
friday i woke up with horrible cramps. i'm glad to say that my new meds work, although i still didn't feel up to walking to the women's library. we went to 'just pretending' at the tron that evening. it was part of glasgay, the huge gay pride week thing. i decided to get dressed up - black velvet tank top, long black skirt with a slit up one side, boots (yes, those boots), and black velveteen blazer. i looked *spiffy*, and my feet still feel flayed from the shoes.
the play was very much amateur theatre. written by the performers, only about half of whom had acting as a day job, if that. so it definitely wasn't a polished piece. but if you took it as a community theatre sort of thing, it was very good. the plot revolved around 2 weddings (shown confusingly simultaneously) and hte issues it raised with various gay relations. because it was written by so many people, bits of it didn't seem to fit together. it's ironic that one of said bits was about a goth chich who felt left out and never accepted. there was a message somewhere about accepting people and not being afraid, but it mostly got lost in the confusion. its biggest problem in my eyes was that characters seemed to be played by more than one person and vice versa, but the characters weren't distinctive enough that you could tell who was who. the best part was at the wedding reception, when a chick playing a little girl was ogling all the presents. i talked to her afterwards. she was cute. :)
after the play we went to the 11.00 showing of 'priscilla, queen of the desert' - another glasgay sponsored event. it was *great* although i now realize that 'to wong foo' is an almost exact copy of it. the young drag queen (adam/felicia) was really cute, with a very nice jawline and a tendency to wander around shirtless. and *damn* i wish all 8-13 year old boys were as awesome as the one in the movie. i would kill to have known someone like that in middle school.
emmer's going to perform in a lesbian beauty contest, wearing my little black dress. i fill it out better than she does, but the very fact that she doesn't fill it out makes me kinda jealous. regarding breasts, she said, 'i've got the foothills, but you've got the grand tetons, baby.' heheh. :) emmer's fun.
i've mended all the garb that needs mending; next week, i learn how to sew button holes.