yeah, finals. [insert disturbingly hostile rant here.] yet i still go to bed at insane hours. boo.

i'm half-heartedly thinking about making a certain change these days. i consider myself fairly independent, but when people i truly care for and respect feel strongly about something, i have to wonder whether they can see more clearly from the outside. perhaps i was just being lazy and taking the path of least resistance...but change is such a bother. i know it will happen eventually...maybe i should make it sooner rather than later.

enough vagueness. sorry. so yesterday was beautiful. when bea and i were walking to my car, i discovered what my favorite type of spectator sport is: anything that is being played shirts vs. skins. best case scenario: i get to pick the teams too. =D

paloma and i had an interesting discussion during the car ride back from verde today. what is it about an organized group of women that scares people so much? they're either deemed frighteningly extreme feminists or hoes. evidently nothing exists in the middle. at the same time, i consider myself a feminist although people visualize butch militaristic females who don't shave their armpits when they hear that term. it doesn't have to be that way at all. my personal definition of feminist is someone who celebrates femininity, stands up for women's rights as human beings, and knows that females are not "an inferior gender." i believe all females should be feminists. grow up, people.

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“I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.” -Rebecca West

"In my heart, I think a woman has two choices: either she's a feminist or a masochist." -Gloria Steinem