I can’t decide what was more important in the sexual revolution: antibiotics (making syphillis and other STDS curable) or the contraceptive pill.

I tried biking to school today for the first time… last week it rained on me. Egadz i am out of shape. That my tires were almost flat didn’t help. The boy at the bikeshop that pumped them (LOL, that sounds dirty) made quite an oaf of himself around me (and i was a little out of it myself) which caused his boss to give him quite a ribbing as i was leaving. I was amused.

I’m going to pub night tomorrow even though it is against my better judgment. I ran into an acquaintance from Montreal at the copy store this afternoon ($24 worth of photocopies later…) and we agreed to both attend rather than making a separate “coffee date” to catch up. Ugh. I will not back out of my one social event of the week. i need interaction. Books are lovely, but they never tell me that i am wrong, or stupid… or pretty. LOL.
I had a philosophical, actually epistemological, but whatever, epiphany on Monday night… ran out of the room screaming… jotted down my new found understanding of what this post-modernist, post-colonialist anthropologist was saying… and realized that if i understood him correctly he was saying that history was a crock of shit. Well, that wasn’t a pleasant realization. My professor (the class i was battling with this theorist for is my least favourite) is convinced i have misunderstood him. I now need to figure out how to write, in 5000 words, something to convince her that someone is saying she is wasting her life. I like history. I currently hate school SO much. LOL.