Well, most of the time I’m Frank. Frankly, that shouldn’t be capitalized, but it seems to fit better. So, in all Frankness, I’m going to talk about… you guessed it… feminism. Yes, that “F” word that brings to mind the image of militant lesbians in combat boots (note to self: send Rush another thank you card for that visual) or… well, that’s probably the only image that comes to mind. I could get into the propaganda surrounding “feminism”...
Today, I put my essay in the mail, in hopes of securing a year of college credit, based upon my computer and Internet experience. I have a huge list of people to thank, because without their help, support and hand-holding, none of this would have been possible. Even if I don’t receive any credit, I’ve learned so much over the past two months about what I am capable of, how much I truly love to write, and that I have the greatest support system a girl could ask for: my family, my friends...
Suddenly, I have a life. It just kind of sneaked up on me, much like my very real need to eat a lot of Greek food. Hello life, meet Melia & have some spanokopita! I tend to complain a lot about being a geek and the power of the computer to suck me in, but really, when you look at it, I have a bunch of websites I run and daily chores that are all online. Yes, I’m sucked in, but with good reason. Since March, I’ve decided what about working online I like and don’t like, and I’ve...
“You know when I see two girls kissing… it kind of gives me a (heh heh) special feeling” – Butthead. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eov1HpN7f_Y On another note, this was just blipped, and totally needs to be shared. Loverboy was completely underrated as the cheesiest band of the 80′s. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3cZJugwYwUM
I woke up this morning with this song in my head, beating me with a stick to hear what it was saying to me, still laughing at my dorky attempts to coerce my belly dance teacher into virtual coffee with me and 50 of my closest friends. This is the morning that I let The Enigma walk to school “by himself” and began making actual calls to organize a camping event in fall. I’m trying to call an aunt I’ve not spoken to in 15 years, and another “aunt” just called me...
