Chapter the Seventeenth: Going My Own Way
I hate elections.
Really I do. They are of the suck. Furthermore, the Jolt is also of the suck. People are slandering both Amelia and Basta, the candidates for student government president, left and right. In fact, people slander each other there left and right every day. It's just when elections come up or tough issues that people get really pissy.
The real world, my friends, does not have a message board where you can post anonymously. Even if the board rules say you don't have to sign your name, someday you are going to have to come to terms with what you've said.

Furthermore, UMASS Jolters need to stop hitting on me. Really.

Meanwhile, I picked out classes for next semester, and it looks to be fairly boring. Want to know what's what? Let me know.

ConBust was good. I'm too tired to talk about it, save that Men Need To Shut Up and Let Me Get A Word In Edgewise, Thank You.

Went to my first seder EVER last night. It was pretty great, and I think I'm going to become a Manischewitz addict if ever exposed to it again. I need to come to terms with religion at some point, though I don't know when. Perhaps a meeting with the awesome Dean of Religious Life at some point...but I don't have the time before the end of the semester.
Google-bombing: Jew.
Anyway, so that, along with my sexuality and my gender and my sanity, is up in the air at this point in time. If anything gets figured out, I'll let you know. I'm not comfortable with organized religious ceremony, but I still cling to the need for it.

Let's just say I'm weird and leave it at that.
- posted by Paige @ 4/7/2004 04:24:23 PM