Summer 2012 goals:

I’m back home and as of right now I have no summer job. Which means I want to spend this free time getting shit accomplished and being creative.

1) Bike ride, bike ride, bike ride!
2) Get gnarly at bass.
3) Start my zine.
4) Read. A lot.
5) Pick sewing back up.
6) Spend time with the people I love that I don’t get to see enough.

Hey tumblr!

Give me new music to listen to please. I need some summer jamz. Folk, punk, folk-punk, hardcore, female vocalists, you get the jist. Go!

My brother got married yesterday!

My brother got married yesterday!

The roommate and I dyed our armpit hairs purple last night. Yup, that happened.

The roommate and I dyed our armpit hairs purple last night. Yup, that happened.

Going berserk. In a drunken stupor I decided to stretch my septum piercing to a 12g.

Going berserk. In a drunken stupor I decided to stretch my septum piercing to a 12g.

That awesome moment when you no longer give a shit about showing your armpit hair in class.

That awesome moment when you no longer give a shit about showing your armpit hair in class.

Me and some of the lovely ladies of WPU’s Vagina Monologues 2012!

Me and some of the lovely ladies of WPU’s Vagina Monologues 2012!

The birthday girl and I!

The birthday girl and I!

I logged on to these three gems, right in a row, on my facebook news feed today. Holy ‘Nice Guy Syndrome’, Batman!
You see, the thing about Nice Guy Syndrome is that the guys aren’t actually  nice. They’re misogynist pricks. Under every comment and rant that they  make about the women who didn’t choose them is that women don’t really  know what’s good for them. That’s why they choose the jerks after all!  If they knew what’s good for them, they’d have chosen the Nice Guy, who,  as we can see, has a lot of great things to say about them.

I logged on to these three gems, right in a row, on my facebook news feed today. Holy ‘Nice Guy Syndrome’, Batman!

You see, the thing about Nice Guy Syndrome is that the guys aren’t actually nice. They’re misogynist pricks. Under every comment and rant that they make about the women who didn’t choose them is that women don’t really know what’s good for them. That’s why they choose the jerks after all! If they knew what’s good for them, they’d have chosen the Nice Guy, who, as we can see, has a lot of great things to say about them.

I’d like to have new glasses.

Also, I caved in and made a Twitter. You should follow my tweets, twats.
http://twitter.com/#!/alienshexv

So much girl-hate on my facebook news feed. That’s upsetting.

Trying to understand the people who attended Occupy Wallstreet protests, and now are camped out in tents all night in front of Walmart or Best Buy occupying mass consumption.

Roommate and I!

Roommate and I!