Protected: 9 am and no hangover

i got home at 4:30am last night. my dad picked me up. i only slept until nine. when i opened my eyes, i felt fantastic. until i tore back the covers and was confronted with my naked self. not only did this bring back all my body issues, but also reminded me how shamelessly i had attempted to make everything physical the night before.

Was reasserting i can be attractive worth living with the memory of acting like a cheap whore? sadly enough, it might.

neither of the men i was the worst with actually remember what happened. i am not inclined to fill them in. does that make it worse? if i want to revel in the secret? in being the only person who can hear the words running in my head?

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April 28th, 2006 at 5:05 pm

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"Writing is simply a form of speaking which endures after it is uttered ... the soul of our words." - Castiglione

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I was once a history graduate student at the University of Toronto; my research focused on the prehumanists; i completed my final paper in July 2008 and am now taking a year off. When i have collected the necessary funds through gainful employment, i will be embarking on a world voyage - a voyage of self-discovery prompted by hours sitting in airports and talking to complete strangers. I need to decide if i wish to attempt a PhD. My main interests include but are not limited to latin, italian, cultural theory, educational curriculum, historiography, cognitive processes, language-theory, gender relations and THE WESTERN CANON (mwahaha); i am not particularly interesting, avant-garde or risque; My main hobbies include the exciting activities of cooking, baking, going to the gym with my mother, eating green apple-caramel lollipops and acting as child-like and sassy as possible. i like to pretend this blog contains thoughts worth sharing with the few friends who take the trouble to read it - but i know that is a delusion. These are mostly journal entries. Occasionally i post something more 'creative' in the form of a response to an editorial, a scholastic insight or a thought-experiment. oh yeah, my name is heather, i'm of Montreal and i was born in the nefarious, ominous year 1984.