So here I stand. Seriously. Technically.

I figured it was time to publish another post for all you lovely people out in shoutpost land. I guess that I'll start with the issues I've begun to have with my sociology professor - he is emotionally and sexually attracted to me. I'm not sure why. He's expressing - or attempting to express his emotions towards me through physical contact and verbal messages. Dirty email, OH MY, that's absolutely the way to a girl's heart. Considering that I have a boyfriend, this is becoming increasingly aggravational. How many times do I have to push you away, or threaten to speak with the dean about your actions? Apparently 4. 4 is my current number of negative responses to his emotional and sexual outbursts. He's a nice guy, and everyone knows that if I wasn't with the MOST amazing man on this planet already - I would be all over this. I love a "nerd", a smart, witty, educated guy. That's about the biggest turn-on to me, other than him making me laugh. I suppose his advances are sweet (not really) in thought, but it's just not the right time in my life for any of that.

Speaking of men, what is it with men being mean towards curvacious women? I mean, I'm curvacious - I have hips, and I am damn proud of that. It means that I'm good to mate with (on biological terms), because those stick-figures that most men are attracted to aren't exactly going to birth his children appropriately. However, women who are curvacious (or "fat") who complain about their bodies - DO SOMETHING. Complaing may lose a lot of calories via your mouth, but unless you're willing to put down the Krispy Kreme - you're going to remain fat. You may be embarrassed about your double chin, your cellulite covered thighs, your jiggling rear end, or any other multitude of problems. But emptying your tears into that pint of Ben and Jerry's isn't going to fix anything, in fact it will increase any body image issues that you're having currently. Don't get me wrong, I know more than my fair share of GORGEOUS women who happen to be more than "plus size" - they have the PERSONALITY to make up for it. Men go after those disgustingly-thin women, because they tend not to care about their personality - intelligence, apparently, is not that important to them. I know that idea is primarily stereotypical, but there are more than enough stereotypes about heavier women. So, deal with it.

Anyways - I hope that this was more than enough insight to last my visitors a while.  I'll try writing more when I have a chance.

Apparently I am more interesting then I originally thought. More and more people are reading my blog, actually interested in what I have to say. However, don't think for one moment that idea will change my writing. I am cynical, and I am frustrated with the world around me.

I know what everyone is thinking -- where have you been the past couple of days? I went home to connecticut to visit my family and see old friends.  I would like to also remind everyone that I am involved in a very commited, long-distance relationship, which for some reason has turned my family into a group of hateful and consciously rude but pathetic individuals. For instance, as much as I love my aunt and step-uncle, the only good thing to come out of their recent marriage was the birth of their first child. Unfortunately, with my uncle's love for alcohol and my aunt's negative self-esteem, that kid will know nothing but hate and loneliness. I digress until a later date about that one however, and would like to re-direct my efforts into speaking about the idea of concepts.

I spent Saturday night with my aunt and her horrific husband, whose comments consisted of telling me that I was pregnant when I absolutely without a doubt am not. Trust me, I would be more than willing to take a photograph of my tampon for everyone to see, but I'm sure that an image of that sort would violate some sort of law. Anyways, the comment kept coming up, you have to be pregnant - or - we think that you're pregnant. Let me answer this for what I hope is the final time, I am NOT pregnant. I wear baggy sweatshirts during the middle of the winter for two reason, a) I would rather not freeze out there; b) most people have put on a little bit of weight during the holiday season and would rather not show it off by wearing tight shirts.

Besides, even if I was pregnant, why should it matter to them. That's my thought on that. They should just back off and let me do what I need to do for myself.

I know that this entry has been short, and I apologize, but I'm overtired (I'm starting to think that I'm an insomniac) -- I need some fucking sleep is what I'm saying.