The limits of my world

Things I'm interested in lately:

1. Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy. For some reason people and media around me keep quoting her, so I feel like I need to read some about her. She sounds like a wise lady.

2. Delusional misidentification disorders, such as capgras delusion, the belief that a close relative or spouse has been replaced by an identical impostor, and intermetamorphosis, the belief that other people are changing identities while maintaining the same outside appearances. WHAAAT! How can you read about things like that and NOT want to be a psych major? I can't imagine how terrifying it must be to live in that kind of situation. Instability of the self, Captain Crazy used to call it.

3. Amnesty International, because I want to work for them so badly I can't even put it into words.

4. The fact that I'm going to Rhode Island with Chris for 4th of July this weekend and I'm crazy excited!

5. A whole host of other assorted things! I love life and thinking and learning!

Actual reality, act up, fight AIDS

I just really love summer here.

This is what you do when you live in the mountains.

Every step you take.

this is my political agenda:

organized love

global responsibility

mutual accountability

love without limits

acceptance beyond tolerance

the influence of the heart

mind over matter

people over things

relationships that challenge

the sanctity of trust

nonviolence

not to hurt and not to hate

passion laughter joy rhythm power harmony empathy

Your love is gonna change me.

Because I am vain and this is my blog and I do what I want, pictures. I took the first one while I was having the most delightful lunch at More Than Coffee which is my favorite restaurant EVER. Tzatziki sauce and free wireless? yes please.

A simple little kind of free

Let's pretend we don't exist, let's pretend we're in Antarctica!

Love, love, love.

Absentia

Alas, I have not updated in a very long time. Sorry about that. And it's even a lame reason that I'm finally here: to write about how I'm suddenly deeply, deeply repulsed by my friends' drunken sexual escapades and I'm not sure why. I mean, let's be totally blunt: I'm not proud of it, but there was a time in my life (i.e. fall semester 2009) where I did a lot of drinking and a lot of kissing boys. And maybe this is just my own skewed justification, but I'm glad that a few basic parameters of decency were met in my actions: never strangers, never sex, never when I was blacked out. I tried to maintain some semblance of control. And I think it's weird when people break any of those. And being out with everyone last night while everyone was wasted and I was sober was a very bizarre experience, in the sense that I was looking at my friends and I was embarrassed for them. And then I was embarrassed for me because I know I've behaved in much more outlandish ways. Its just that right now the party scene is making me feel a little sick.