Back to my chores
After a week of getting our asses kicked (literally and figuratively) in the Czech Republic, it was time to get back to my chores. Chores like laundry, reading, grocery shopping and considering reality. Chores like this blog.
I start to wonder why it has become such a chore to write here, because of my audience, my lack of time, or just a loss of whatever it was that made me write in the first place. Perhaps a combination of all three, a sense of being out of words, or rather a sense that words come to me when I am away from this uninspiring room.
Tonight we went to see Naomi Wolf speak at the Union. She was eloquent and inspiring and I was enthralled... it is one thing to believe you are a feminist, and a damn good one, and entirely another to hear your own beliefs expressed by such an acclaimed supporter of the Cause. I adored her. I am convinced that this somehow mattered, thought not quite how, and lament the inaccessible nature of celebrity.
Tomorrow it is back to classes, to reading, to petty squabbles over ideas. To my unfinished essay, to my so-called friends. People I hardly know. After spending last week with the hockey ladies it will be strange to put my face back on for classes. DPG and I joined the gym, intending to 'get stacked' for varsity and beyond. She ran into my obscene crush today and managed to drop my name, bless her, and I am already starting to get nervous about seeing him. Ahhh the sensation of being sixteen. And now, I think I will head to bed, with a cup of tea and some delicious foods, watch several episodes of South Park and collapse into sleep.
I start to wonder why it has become such a chore to write here, because of my audience, my lack of time, or just a loss of whatever it was that made me write in the first place. Perhaps a combination of all three, a sense of being out of words, or rather a sense that words come to me when I am away from this uninspiring room.
Tonight we went to see Naomi Wolf speak at the Union. She was eloquent and inspiring and I was enthralled... it is one thing to believe you are a feminist, and a damn good one, and entirely another to hear your own beliefs expressed by such an acclaimed supporter of the Cause. I adored her. I am convinced that this somehow mattered, thought not quite how, and lament the inaccessible nature of celebrity.
Tomorrow it is back to classes, to reading, to petty squabbles over ideas. To my unfinished essay, to my so-called friends. People I hardly know. After spending last week with the hockey ladies it will be strange to put my face back on for classes. DPG and I joined the gym, intending to 'get stacked' for varsity and beyond. She ran into my obscene crush today and managed to drop my name, bless her, and I am already starting to get nervous about seeing him. Ahhh the sensation of being sixteen. And now, I think I will head to bed, with a cup of tea and some delicious foods, watch several episodes of South Park and collapse into sleep.
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