i took an online feminist test today (in swedish, so unless you know it, it's not worth clicking to :) it spat me out saying i was an "old-feminist" (or, as the parenthesis said, an equality-feminist. oh, that sounds about right.) "You are convinced that deep down, everybody is equal, but that our culture teaches women to become nurturing and men opressing. It has nothing to do with animal instincts. You are overcome by anger that men allow assaults against women continue. That they don't see their responsibility on a larger scale, but instead blame it on individual nutcases. You long to be freed from the chains." i would have been fine with it if it wasn't for the last sentence - it makes my head start to sing 'freeeee, nelson man-DE-la..." still. i suppose it was better than the not-feminist at all with an apron holding a baby.

from: jennie to: gene ack, stuck at school! my bus isn't running it seems - panic, panic! i am currently in the campus echo office hopin' and wishin' and prayin' that my teacher is indeed coming back after having gone off to dinner so that i can get him to drive me home later on :/ STUPID BUSES! :( considering the buses were more than an hour late in the morning causing me to miss my classes anyhow, you could say it's been a rather delayed, dorky day. luckily gene responded to the e-mail, so i got to use the ordinarily so busy office phone for some reassurance that if my teacher didn't show up, gene'd come get me. lucky me, my teacher did show up, and a few hours later i managed to get back. whopee. just in time to hear that aziza, jesse and joseph had been in a minor car accident - they got rear-ended by a car that slid on the icy road, setting off 3-4 cars rear-ending each other. apart from bruises and a swollen shoulder on aziza, all was well, however. blah. if the damn roads and ice doesn't clear up soon, i'm gunna get the big bad flame-thrower, okay? okay. :/ bah. oh great. the side-bar is longer than this 'entry'. agony. i could do the great artistic thing here and fiddle with font sizes and column width to give the illusion that this is meatier. i could go the great literary aspirations route and drag on and on in a few paragraph's about nothing (which, i must say, i tend to do enough as it is...) or.. i could just... say fuck it. yey! so.. fuck it. bye. :)