ok, that may be an exaggeration, but... sometimes I forget to eat particular things, or food groups. and not living with my parents anymore means there is no one to be like 'HEY IT'S 50 POTATOES EAT THEM' or 'YOU LOVE LIMA BEANS, YOUR TASTEBUDS ARE LYING TO YOU.'
so I'm not sure if it's that or what, but for some odd reason I think I wasn't eating much of anything grain-y for a while there. and then I started back up again about a month ago. and...
my body likes to be efficient in whatever ways it can in order to make up for the many, many ways in which it can't be efficient (like, say, running). if I don't use some part of myself awhile my body tries its hardest to remove this excessive part--like, say, long-distance eyesight, or my triceps. this includes enzymes: I went veggie and physically can't eat beef now; I stopped having a glass of milk every day in high school and have been a lactard ever since. and now... well, yesterday I listened to a teammate talk about her gluten intolerance and thought, gosh, those symptoms sound awfully familiar. I do believe my stomach has hit a new low.
so ... if over the next few weeks I am doubled over in pain or refuse beer, don't ship me off to the hospital just yet. *fingers crossed* <-- for what, I'm still not sure.
4.10.2011
the real world has mens in it
...and I don't understand them.
there are a lot of good mens out there, and I understand them quite well. the ones who make work the best 9 hours of the day, the ones who help you hash out your love life (and theirs) when you're drunk, the ones who see you in stabbing pain at a dance party and come dance with you or happy-salmon you and make you smile/laugh so hard you forget all about it.
the ones I don't understand were all out today. I think they come out when it gets warm... which doesn't bode well for tomorrow (maybe the rain will scare them away?). anyway. I don't know if it's The Gay or what, but for some reason I relate to guys as if I were a guy myself. it does me a lot of good in some situations, but apparently in most parts of real life, this is not a good idea.
anyway, from 8 years without guys, I've kind of forgotten how to play the part of the angry feminist lady who's just been insulted. which apparently I need to re-learn, and fast. everywhere I went today, people stared. I checked--there was nothing weird going on with my face or the rest of me, nor was I wearing anything particularly bizarre — in fact i was wearing the most un-revealing, blending-in clothing I own. from the normal guys (and the ladies) I'm going to assume I just looked nice enough. but then there was the guy who said 'hey, what up' as he passed me, then turned around and watched me walk away, then did this about 2 more times after I kept turning around myself to make sure he wasn't.... and the guy that went slackjawed hanging out the window of his car until his bro made fun of him for it.... and the guy that asked 'hey girl, how you doin'?' twice after the first response (or lack thereof) wasn't enough.
I don't remember this being a huge problem before, but I really don't want to have to re-learn how to be an enraged feminist for this. I think what I need here is a 'beard'. and fortunately or unfortunately, I think there are people who'd be willing to do it.
there are a lot of good mens out there, and I understand them quite well. the ones who make work the best 9 hours of the day, the ones who help you hash out your love life (and theirs) when you're drunk, the ones who see you in stabbing pain at a dance party and come dance with you or happy-salmon you and make you smile/laugh so hard you forget all about it.
the ones I don't understand were all out today. I think they come out when it gets warm... which doesn't bode well for tomorrow (maybe the rain will scare them away?). anyway. I don't know if it's The Gay or what, but for some reason I relate to guys as if I were a guy myself. it does me a lot of good in some situations, but apparently in most parts of real life, this is not a good idea.
anyway, from 8 years without guys, I've kind of forgotten how to play the part of the angry feminist lady who's just been insulted. which apparently I need to re-learn, and fast. everywhere I went today, people stared. I checked--there was nothing weird going on with my face or the rest of me, nor was I wearing anything particularly bizarre — in fact i was wearing the most un-revealing, blending-in clothing I own. from the normal guys (and the ladies) I'm going to assume I just looked nice enough. but then there was the guy who said 'hey, what up' as he passed me, then turned around and watched me walk away, then did this about 2 more times after I kept turning around myself to make sure he wasn't.... and the guy that went slackjawed hanging out the window of his car until his bro made fun of him for it.... and the guy that asked 'hey girl, how you doin'?' twice after the first response (or lack thereof) wasn't enough.
I don't remember this being a huge problem before, but I really don't want to have to re-learn how to be an enraged feminist for this. I think what I need here is a 'beard'. and fortunately or unfortunately, I think there are people who'd be willing to do it.
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