Everything is Beautiful

If you google "My mom hates Jane Fonda," you get only one result. And it has nothing to do with my mom, and how she hates Jane Fonda.
So let me make it clear: My mom hates Jane Fonda.

Things I am Afraid Of:
1) Swimming in the ocean
2) Things that live in water
3) Speaking Spanish in front of people who are fluent in Spanish and English

Movies that Were Highly Influential in My Childhood, Directed by Gregory Nava:
1) Selena
2) My Family

Heard in class today:
"You know, I kind of feel like the government is inherently racist?"

"Imagine the situation of reading a book and thinking, I cannot ask the questions that are posed here because to ask them is to introduce doubt into my political convictions, and to introduce doubt into my political convictions could lead to the dissolution of those convictions. At such a moment, the fear of thinking, indeed, the fear of the question, becomes moralized as the defense of politics. And politics becomes that which requires a certain anti-intellectualism. To remain unwilling to rethink one's politics on the basis of questions posed is to opt for a dogmatic stand at the cost of both life and thought."

Judith Butler
"The End of Sexual Difference?"

I should have taken a nap today.

Aw, crap, I missed it. Listen up, internets! My livejournal has been five years old for like, over a month now.

And in internet time, that is ANCIENT.

"You know, if we measured love by how long something had been around, the cats would have a serious advantage on you. I mean, we don't, but if we did. You know. But we don't. Not all the cats. We'd love you more than we love your cat anyway. But my cat, you know, is ten years old. You're six."

The real reason I am looking fowards to school: school will most likely be air conditioned.

"Kooncat wasn't born for the water...she was born for the fleas. And the dirt. And cuddling"

-Marisa

So, at the gym, I weighed myself, and I was 133.
My mind went through several layers of curse words and depressive thoughts.
Then my mom suggested that that seemed wrong, and I should try the other scale five feet away.
I did, and I was 123. So that's a ten pound difference made by walking five feet.

Conclusion: weight is bunk.