another one bites the dust. . .

and by that, i mean i friggin' killed my film paper. killed dat shit yo. just gotta wrap it up and SHIZAM. done!

last night we made popcorn and ghetto smores (stale marshmallows and chocolate covered pretzels or marshmallows and crunch bar and graham cracker sticks. delicious improvisation.) we also watched hercules and anastasia. excellent evening.

during hercules, i was flipping through an issue of cosmo and i was kind of appalled. the only magazines i read are craft related so i guess i'm not used to the content of these ladies magazine, but my god. they're seriously ridiculous. i don't think of myself as a feminist, but those magazines kind of ignited my inner feminazi. seriously- they're all about how to get a man and how to keep a man and what men are thinking and what they want and what they like to see women wearing. really? really? is that what we've come to? disgusting. it pains me to think of all the women who believe they need a man in their lives. anytime they get out a relationship, they're immediately on the prowl for another guy. i can think of a couple examples within my own friends, which is pretty sad. what they should be doing instead is taking a step back, looking at the bright side of being single. taking time to reevaluate and define themselves as an individual. doing things for themselves. i firmly believe that you should be happy with yourself and in a good stable place before you get involved with another person. you should feel complete on your own; anything else (or anyone else) should just be add ons. you're 100% on your own. the others? bonus prizes! you are the cake- they are the icing and sprinkles and candles and plastic clown figurines. fact.

i wish it was sunny outside!