aaaaargh i need to get my shit together and plan food better. I have a couple print classes this semester which means that I have six hours of class time for each of those classes, and then I tend to stay 1-3 hours afterwards plus come in on my days off, plus i bike to and from school and omg nomnomnom i am ravenous AAAALLLL THE TIIIIIME. But for some reason i never pack enough food, which implies that I don’t buy enough food and or don’t spend enough time prepping my own food. I like to make my own things if they’re not just fruit and such. Like hummus. and things like banana bread. But maybe for the sake of nutrition i should ease up a bit and not feel like a horrible person when i buy a few granola bars -_- is this just a scattered-brained uni thing?

BUT I COULD MAKE GRANOLA BARS and they’d be so much more amazing?!?!?

/end vegan food drama

the fabulous hair day is over, i got caught biking in the rain xD

i think that it’s important to acknowledge a fabulous hair day; i am having a fabulous hair day.

significantly less bummed now that it’s today instead of yesterday. Gosh. I have to go in and draw on my litho stone today which is fine except…ehehehe.

So we have to draw ourselves the way that we want to be seen, and I had to think about this quite a lot because I tend to lean towards what I like to see in myself or just what I do see in myself and it’s all about moods, isn’t it…anyways, i tried to think of what i aspire to be instead, and haha, such a nerd; if i could be like anyone, anyone at all fictional or non-fictional, it’d be the Doctor. But then I couldn’t choose one Doctor to draw and then I was thinking, well maybe I’d be the TARDIS, but then no, I really haven’t got the body for it SO

Sonic Screwdriver.

Small, transportable, utilitarian, goes on adventures with ridiculous men, versatile and good in a pinch. And if you haven’t got a sonic, you’ve got the sense to have a Donna to kick in those pesky doors anyways.

My only concern is that people will think that I’m presenting them with prints of something naughty. Also, just a sonic floating in free space. But whatever, a sonic.

man i am fundamentally bummed out and i cannot think of any legitimate reason why.

somehow i was contacted by three people i least like to be contacted by in the last 72 hours. what the deuce people.

i could give a long and arduous explanation of why i don’t like to be contacted by these people but it’s actually pretty boring and while their sentiment is not entirely lost on me, i’ve done quite well to move on. you know, that barenaked ladies lyric, “if you can live without someone, than do so”. And so I do.

(flail).

seriously considering going to new york for spring break but wondering if might be better to go after school because i stress unnecessarily about school things and I’d rather not taint a trip with that? yeah.

actually mostly i just wanna do everything, but i think that i’ve gotten fixated on new york now.

i’m sure that someone else has already come up with this but if supernatural and torchwood were a cross-over; superwood, right?

i must begin writing fic immediately on the basis of that fandom name alone.

a mini-rant/essay for class after reading some slavoj zizek (the sublime object of ideology).

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“…they know that their idea of Freedom is masking a particular form of exploitation, but they still continue to follow this idea of Freedom.”

I thought of the situation of witnessing an act of violence; and this could be something on as small a scale as witnessing a nondescript conflict between two people or on the other end of the spectrum, where one witnesses violence on a large scale in the form of war, or genocide. The next part of this equation would be to assume that this witness was in a point of privilege to stop said conflict. On the small scale, a physical conflict between two people, it is possible as a singular witness to make the decision to attempt and intercede. However, more often than not, the decision is instead made to contact the police because they are not only ‘professionals’ and have been trained to handle these sorts of situations but because the police have also been imbued and trusted with a granted governmental authority. While the fact that they are trained to deescalate and disarm is a practical reason to not interfere as a civilian bystander, the more interesting reason is that if a bystander were to intervene it could by association connect them to the conflict as a perpetrator.

On the scale of war, again a person in a place of privilege, ie, residing in a country without war or genocide and perhaps even in a country with adequate military power to again, separate those involved in the conflict, it is the general reaction to instead of interceding on any personal level to instead delegate the task to external forces that have been A. imbued with authority and B. trusted to use that authority with discretion. But again, if a person or group of persons were to attempt to intervene they too would become perpetrators and thus under the mercy of forces of the authority.

Our ideas of freedom in this case could be considered a ‘freedom to choose to be outside conflict’. But in fact, choosing to be outside of conflict is fundamentally to choose to remain outside the spectrum of the consequences that could result of a person’s participation.

guys guys guys most angsty reasoning for why sherlock’s button-ups don’t fit:

he bought them when he was using cocaine and never bothered replacing them after he was at a healthier/non-cocaine weight.