dammit. i'm burnt.

hurrah! melissa said i look tanner. success!

such a beautiful gorgeous perfect day in san diego today. ahhh....it was lovely. warm and sunny with a few breezes here and there to cool us down. hit the beach with mel, of course. was wonderful. put john mayer's your body is a wonderland on repeat and fell asleep. saw lots of cute kids at the beach too. little boys lugging huge surfboards along wit them. definitely lots of surfers around. not so many cute ones though, sadly. oh well, it was just nice to lay and veg and sunbathe. i'm all shades of red now. i realize now that i should've taken off my halter strap on my bathing suit so that i wouldn't get a tan line. too late. oh well. i'm just glad i'm not so hideously white any more. really, it was a perfect lovely day. ;D

you know, if i didn't have a reason before as to why i was working so hard for this title IX demonstration/protest/rally, i have one now.

so one of my jobs was to contact sdsu's athletic department to get the word out about the title IX hearing since sdsu has a huuuuge athletics base. so i e-mailed three people at sdsu, director of this, associate director of that, blah blah blah. basically, people who i thought looked important. and, funnily enough (or not), they were all men. i know this sounds bad, but i really wasn't expecting much. i don't know why, but i just wasn't. so it really surprised me to get a call from a woman whom my e-mail was transferred to. she was really really nice and said that she'd love to have us give a presentation at sdsu's athletics council about title IX. but it doesn't end there. i got back from my long looong day on campus and got this e-mail:

Cherry, My name is Kathy Van Wyk and I am the Head Softball Coach at SDSU. Jana Doggett shared your e-mail with our department and I simply wanted to contact you and express my thanks. I have informed my team of the issue and I will be in attendance at the Nov. 20 meetings. I have requested to speak but understand I am on a waiting list. This issue touches my heart and soul as I have been affected by it now for 42 years. I have seen the positive affects of Title IX and feel it would be a huge blow to our growth to change any aspect of the law.

I simply wanted to applaud your efforts.

Kathy Van Wyk
Head Softball Coach
San Diego State University

i didn't even know what to think after reading that e-mail. needless to say, i was very touched. that is truly one of the nicest, sweetest things anyone has ever told me, if not THE greatest e-mail i've ever received. i feel like i have an honest-to-goodness purpose in all this craziness. like i said before, if i didn't have a reason as to why i was doing all of this, i have one now. i mean, i am by no means an athlete. although now, i'm starting to really regret that. and i don't want my daughter to make the same mistake as me (ohmygod, when did i turn into my mother?); i want title IX to still be around so that she WILL have the opportunity to play. in fact, i don't even want her to question whether or not she has the opportunity to play. i just want it to be a given that she DOES have that chance. anyway, i just really loved that e-mail up there and just had to share it with everyone to show that THIS is why we do what we do, why we're fighting to keep title IX.

okay, enough of that. had a kind of creepy weird conversation with ha about how the world is getting smaller and smaller and how the only thing left to do is for us to hook up with one another. i don't even want to TELL you who melissa suggested i hook up with. iiiick...*shudder* no no, not to say that the person is ick, because he really isn't, it's just the IDEA of it that's super ick. also, his oldest sister is a total loser. ;D

going to the beach tomorrow! and again on saturday! so i'd just like to take this moment to say: HAAHH!! to all you norcal people.

okay, that's all, good night. ;D

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bruce: [to melissa] why is your bed so high?
me: it's to keep all the guys away!
bruce: [to me] is that why your bed's so low?
me: HEY!!

bored. bored bored bored. bored.

okay. i want to go home now. i'm really bored. for some reason, fanfic reading doesn't seem too appealing to me right now. i just want to go home and light some candles and watch tv and paint my toenails.

hello. i'm blogging from campus right now, so don't kow if this will go through or not, but i'll try anyway.

just finished with all my classes. last one ended at 2 pm. then headed over to the psych department to talk about those two classes that need department approval. apparently, in one of the classes, seats are actually reserved for people who need to take the class over again. that's so weird. but whatever, it just means that i have to go sign up on this wait list that, from what i hear, is pretty full anyway. so, ugh. whatever. the other class is reserved for honors students. but since i don't know if i've gotten into the honors program yet and i highly doubt that i will, i'll have to go talk to the prof on the first day of class to see if he'll add me. so, basically, i just have to wait till the first day of class next quarter to try to sign up for THREE classes. terrrrrific. i've actually signed up for random classes next quarter just so i won't get like, kicked out of school or something. psh.

so anyway, after that, ran a couple errands then headed down here, into geisel's basement, to sit in front of this computer and veg, pretty much. fmla meeting doesn't start till 430 so i've got about another hour and a half to go. think i will read some fanfic. ;D remember talking to jen about this earlier and we agreed that it seemed somewhat blasphemous to be reading fanfic in the library. but i don't care. i'm going to be wild and dangerous and rebellious and do it anyway.

so after the fmla meeting, will have to stay on campus to work on title IX presentation, then around 730 will have to actually GIVE title IX presentation at tritons athletic council. so, basically, i'll have been on campus for twelve hours. in shoes and a miniskirt that are starting to get really uncomfortable. and my right boob itches. but i can't scratch it. because there are other people around me. okay. i just scratched it. haha. hopefully everyone around me was mesmerized by their computer screen for the two seconds it took me to scratch my right boob. oooohhh....aaahhhh... i just took off my shoes. my poor poor feet.

okay, basically now, i'm just blogging for the heck of it, because i have nothing better to do. so i'm really sorry if this blog is like, the most boring thing you've ever read. i'm going to go read some fanfic now. ;D

ohmybloodyfuckinglord. i hate thinking about my future. because sitting here, thinking about it, i'm starting to realize that all my plans are quickly going down the drain.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

as of right now, i am class-less next quarter. you know...kind of like homeless, but lacking classes instead of a home. two of the classes i want to take are full and the psych department doesn't honor wait lists which means you need to go to the department in person to get added. and the other two classes i want to take require department approval which means i can't sign up for them online and have to go the department in person (again) to get approved. and i don't even know if i CAN get approved for those two classes. so...i'm basically class-less for next quarter. because, seriously, the rest of the psych classes are either full, require department approval, or just plain SUCK.

you know...i'm starting to get a little concerned here. what if i can't get into ANY classes next quarter? i mean, i'm gonna have to enroll in at least one class, no matter how sucky sucky sucky it is, just so that i don't get like, kicked out of ucsd or something, but still. what if i can't get into any classes i WANT? what do i do?? what do i do??? what. do. i. DO.

hey everybody. it's chi's birthday. the chi can now go out and get crazy wild loopy drunk...LEGALLY! yes, the chi is twenty-one today.

happy birthday chi. you sexy, delicious, scrumptious devil cake, you. ;D

it was such a warm and pretty day today. very warm, very pretty.

from my developmental psychology textbook...

Yet another route to the formation of the first word is taken by Samoans, who believe that once children begin to walk, they become cheeky and willful. In accordance with this belief, the only word that Samoan parents acknowledge as a child's first word is "tae," which is a Samoan curse word meaning "shit." They explain this remarkable singularity of initial speech as confirmation of Samoan common knowledge - that young children are defiant and angry. In fact, young Samoan children may make a number of sounds that might be interpreted as words, but Samoan adults choose to hear and acknowledge only "tae."

I HATE SCHOOL. I HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT.

i hate it.

debra, you're so cute. :)

so i'm reading for developmental psychology and they have this excerpt of an interview between jean piaget (this famous researcher) and this kid named grim. yes, his name is actually grim. could you imagine? "hi, i'm grim." "aww...i'm sorry."

it's like naming your kid "bleak" or "dismal" or something.

anyway. back to reading.

SUCH a good episode of alias that, once it was over, i had to rewind the tape to watch all the beautiful sydney/vaughn moments.

vaughn: you talk in your sleep.
sydney: nooo.... what'd i say?
vaughn: "don't fuss the pie." it seemed really important.

no, they weren't in the same bed together, but my goodness...the way he looked at her while she slept. mmm....needless to say, i wish someone would look at me the same way. of course, it probably doesn't help that i drool and slobber and thrash around the bed like an angry beast while i sleep.

sydney: vaughn...can i tell you something?
[doctor comes in and interrupts]

WHAT?!?! WHAT DID SHE WANT TO TELL VAUGHN??!! GAAAAH!! WHAT WAS IT!?!?! okay. here's what cherry thinks sydney would have told vaughn had she not been so rudely interrupted by the doctor and the evil, torturing writers of alias:

okay. i'm trying to think of something really revelatory and romantic that would forever change their lives. but...all i'm coming up with is, well, dirty stuff. it's just because i want vaughn. i WANT vaughn. and you know in what way.

okay, i'm sorry, i've spoiled this really sweet and touching moment, so...i'll stop. and go wash my dishes. and daydream. about sydney and vaughn. or me and vaughn. mmm...i like me and vaughn better.

i love alias. :)