I finished my History of Mexico paper. Now it’s all smooth sailing for now.

Let’s start with this simple sound: GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*headdesk*HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Yeah, that’s about how I feel right now. So lemme give you a rundown of my day thus far:

9:00 a.m. –> get up, get dressed, go to Prof. Bowling’s office to register for classes. Now you have to realize that almost ALL classes are closed by this point, including many of the 3000 level history classes. So now I go and register on paper and get signatures.

10:00 a.m. –> go to the Registrar. The Registrar’s mindfuck assistant (who in my opinion, can burn in Hell and be eaten by mutant dogs) is so nice as to inform me that I can’t register until TOMORROW AFTERNOON. Okay, why, you may ask? Oh, because that’s right: I’m a second-time ’round sophomore. Turns out that: a) the little French course I was FORCED to withdrawl from (and also in which Dean Lincoln promised me there would be no reprecussions whatsoever) gives me below 30 credits. b) Apparently Mville doesn’t give credits to those who get below a C (even if it’s not for major credit), so my D+ and $320 I spent in tuition for Art History was a waste. That’s nice.

So anyways, this bitch of a secretary tells me to come back tomorrow afternoon. Yeah, nice. I have a very important meeting with a rheumatologist tomorrow who’s an hour away from Mville. That doesn’t work for me. So, I very politely ask her if I can come in before 3:00 to register since there is no possible way for me to be there at said time. Her response was something along the line of “the world is not based on need”. Oh really? So welfare is doled out on a first-come, first-served basis? Well, actually at Mville it is. If you do not know, I could not get aid because I was “not poor enough” (although tuition would have been half of my family’s salary) yet males and International Students practically go here for free. And I thought we promoted social awarness? Turns out we promote discrimination.

Anyway, the majority of these classes are full already, especially since they cut the lecture system (history classes can only now have 20 students at most). I’m sorry, but I need to take a million history courses. I’m a major. It should be who NEEDS said courses. Oh wait, society isn’t based on need.

I mean, I tolerate the bad foodservice, the cold showers, the no heat, the poor faculty, and whatnot. But this is the last straw. Berman had two almost unanimous votes of no confidence by the faculty in two months, yet he told The Journal News that he is not he is not going to resign. Maybe it’s time the students overthrow the college again.

Okay, so WebMd has rattled my brain again in unspeakable ways. This woman wrote an article called “8 Things No One Tells You About Marriage”. And I agree with some of them: You Can Only Change Yourself, You May Go to Bed Angry, etc. But really, now I have some pet peeves with this.

#4 – You Will Go Without Sex, Sometimes for a Long Time…

Alright, now fine, I’ve heard that sex totally dies during marriage, but a lot of me believes that it’s not true. Sure, sex may die for a short period of time (i.e. the first six months after childbirth) but I doubt it dies completely. And in my heart of hearts, I don’t think it has to die. Usually here’s what happens: man and woman first start dating, marriage  happens, explosive honeymoon, woman finds herself pregnant (and yes, that means no vaginal sex for about five months, boys!), baby comes home and sucks up all of mumsie’s attention, man craves sex, woman says “no”, man says “what about doing this that I found out of unnamed men’s book/magazine/television show?”, woman replies with “no, that’s gross”, man rolls over unhappy (poor man). Eighteen years later, here’s how the scenario plays out: woman tackles man, man tries to get it up, man fails, woman looks on with dissapointment, man says “can I do Item X that I found under the ‘How to Please a Woman’ section of my unamed men’s book/magazine/television show?”, woman replies “whatever”, both roll over unhappy.

I don’t think there really needs to be a lack of sex in a relationship. In a recent WebMd poll, 36% of women have sex with their signifigant others less than twice a month, 22% of women have it weekly, and 42% of women have it more than twice a week. That’s a large amount of time for the 36% to be abstinent. And we wonder why infidelity is so high.

Americans (and most Westerners) tend to have very Victorian outlooks on sex. Most circumsiscions in the United States are unnessecary. There is no proof that circumscision prevents infection whatsoever (unless the area between the glans and the foreskin has been unwashed), and actually that was not the main reason for circumscision. The main reason was to prevent masturbation in boys. And we still follow that method? Guys, these were the same people that hosed women down to prevent them from becoming hysterical, yet banned the speculum due to its phallic nature. Really. Anywho, back to the point. Try new stuff. Talk about sex. So you won’t be a #4.

#1 – You will look at the person next to you and wonder: is this it? Forever?

Now, you might think that this section was about insecurities. Ha, I did too. No it’s about how you may find that you are not entirely happy with the one you’re with. His penis is too small. He never takes out the trash. He is a good for nothing, sonofabitch mindfuck who watches ESPN 20 hours a day. Now I doubt that any of that is true. But Ylonda Gault Caviness (whom I believe is a totally made-up author) believes so, although she later notes that “a lifetime of experience has taught me that I am right about most things”. I’ve dated a lawyer for the past eight months, and even he doesn’t have the nerve (or stupidity) to publish a statement like that.

And yeah, maybe your marriage isn’t perfect. Maybe he does work too much. Maybe he does spend too much time on eBay buying fire truck parts (sorry dad, I had to call you out for that). But I highly doubt that you’re perfect either. Everyone has their few flaws, but compromising about them is part of marriage. A large part of marriage.

That’s the problem with people these days: they expect perfect. I come from a family where marriage isn’t something perfect. Both my grandmothers eloped, but they are still in love with the men they married. Yeah, my parents have seen the roughest of roughest times, but they are still happy (although guys: really, we don’t have walls. Remember that). There have been few divorces in my family, and those that happened were for reasons far beyond “irreconcilable differences”. Maybe if we stopped expecting perfect, we would be richer for the experience.

You won’t believe it, but I wrote a three page post last night and accidentally deleted it. It was really good too. Damn.

Well, right now, I am supposed to be in class, but that didn’t go as planned. We needed RealVideo to play a documentary and unfortunately the *looks around the library* ipotent IT department refuses to download RealVideo because “it’s only used for porn”. And you see half the class look around and whisper “yeah, we have never used QuickTime to get porn. Never.” So we were dismissed. I need to make up my midterm ASAP.

I got my math exam back today. I got an 84!!!!! *happy dance* Oh, that reminds me, I need to look up the homework before I go. I have a lot to do tonight.

The hot apple cider in Benzinger was really good today. I want more.

Okay, I’m off to get some tea before my History of Mexico class.

So, get this, my doctor recently switched me to YAZ (you know, that new wonder drug that everyone says is amazing?). And I was skeptical at first because I had taken Yasmin two years ago and went psycho on it. I mean, like absolutely paranoid to the point I was considering committing myself as a schizophrenic, but she goes “oh, YAZ has no relation to Yasmin whatsoever.” Which it doesn’t, on a technical level. Yeah, okay.
So anyway, I took YAZ three weeks ago and it has thus been the worst possile three weeks of my life. All I do is cry hystericallly and yell at people. I’ve become depressed to the point where I don’t want to get up in the morning, eat, or go to class. It’s been Hell, and it keeps getting worse. This isn’t like my normal behavior at all.
So, at first, I went on the YAZ website and read the consumer packets that come with the pills. All the packets keep saying that symptoms I am experiencing (such as depression, fatigue, anxiety, mood swings, irregular vaginal bleeding, inability to heal after infection, etc.) happen in >1% of those tested. Bullshit.
Yesterday, I went on the FDA’s website and some other sites written by patients themselves and I found out that YAZ is THE EXACT SAME DRUG as Yasmin. They had to pull Yasmin off the market because it literally made people suicidal to the point they acted on it. So what the makers of Yasmin did was change the package, change the parent corporation, change the coloring, and keep the same exact level of the active ingredient (the entirely synthetic hormone dsrp). I hate to say it, but I highly doubt that changing the pill coloring from yellow to pink will stop people from being depressed.
I then went on to read patient reviews of the drug. The majority (I read well over 100 reviews on several forums and sites) said the same things:
- “makes me feel like I want to kill myself”
- “my boyfriend continually asks ‘what’s wrong? you were fine a minute ago’”
- “I’ve never felt depressed a day in my life; that is, until I took YAZ”
- “It is great birth control, that is, because it entirely wrecks your sex drive”

Yeah? I mean, I highly doubt that out of all the people in the control group for the drug company (which I believe is Glaxo-Smith-Kline) only >1% felt that way. I also read that it is worse for those with a low BMI.
And the sad part is, the FDA approved it because GSK is the one doing the lab tests. I blame the Regan administration for that. Apparently miliraty spending is more important than the welfare of others.

I have currently thrown out the last week of my perscription and I have no desire to take any more forms of the Pill for a long long long time. I can live with using condoms if need be. At least it will save your relationships with others.

But don’t be expecting a lot of me, because I need to, you know, raise my GPA by at least a whole point.. Actually right now I’m on Richard’s computer because the IT department here likes to fuck with students, thus making them go to the IT help desk, thus making them pay $149 and wait 36 DAYS to get their computers back. Hahhaha I am smarter than that! That does not fool me! This is why I keep my summa cum laude brother around. To fix my computer.
Anyways, I mean, I have a lot of work to do and I will admit that some of my professors are not the greatest *cough*magicalrealism*cough*, but I only switched out of communications this semester and that is because: a) it was boring as all Hell and there was nothing on the syllabus even remotely exciting, b) it meets once weekly from 7:10-9:40. That’s just not right, c) I don’t need it, and I could be wasting time actually getting credits for my major. So thus I am taking history of Mexico. Yay, Mexico! How much history can Mexico really have? Anyways, I get to be a history dork. Teehee.
There are a lot of freshmen this year. But there are some pretty damn cool ones .
My new ID picture is hideous.
I love playing house and going food shopping.
I can’t wait for the weekend. Yay, weekend!
I had a substitute teacher for my Greek and Latin Roots class. And I was the only one who knew what coprophagia is. Look it up if you don’t know what it is. It’s totally worth a good laugh.
Okay, well I’m off to do my tasks at hand. I’ll definitely be back sometime later this weekend.

Okay, so I’m currently reading The Historian, and re-reading Pride and Prejudice, The World According to Garp, and Gone With the Wind. But I have another series of books that I feel the need to buy and read:

•  Les Liaisons Dangereuses – I’m having a tough time reading this since I already know how it ends.
• Slaughterhouse-Five – I’ve only read one Vonnegut, and it was a long long time ago.
• Lord of the Flies – I’ve been reading bits and pieces of it every time I go to the Hamptons. It’s fabulous…and a great social commentary.
• Macbeth – I’ve never read it, and I need to.
• Frankenstein – Another great literary work that I passed over in school. Why they did that, I’ll never know.
• Angela’s Ashes – Frank McCourt was at my school last year.
• The Harry Potter series – I really don’t like J.K. Rowling’s writing because I feel that she is not a versatile writer (which I know is going to draw me a lot of flak) and I feel that she is now just writing for commercial purposes (I would have loved to see a major character die), I need to see what the hype is about.
• The Lovely Bones – Everyone I know has read it, except for me.

So that’s what I need to do. Barnes and Noble trip? I think yes.