Why do babies take nine effing months to travel 10 effing centimeters.

And what the eff is with womyn spaces. Creep me out.

And there was a bit of protesting at the trans day of rememberence. Say what? Protesting a memorial service. Go get a job.

AND
I'm not going to say names but a certain couple of guys are really pissing me off lately. They expressed envy at how young I was when I came out and how young I still am and already transitioning.. so I highlighted the benefits of them not having come out earler. A.k.a they got their own bio kids for free with no legal issues and all the adoption BS. Apparently they don't think their kids were worth it.
I guess we all envy what we don't have.
And now they are both trying to out-do me in areas I can't possibly win. Like a certain person happening to be in a straight relationship, having more mass than me, and happening to be taller than me. And the other one happening to be better at sign language than me (which is a result of him having been an INTERPRETER for a few years. I'm not even old enough to compete with that.)
The other day we were talking about scholarships and I told him about the 2 scholarships I was offered and why I turned them down and he had the NERVE to say I would have failed as an artist.
Excuse me? You've seen one pointalism by me and even admitted it was passable and you didn't even know I did that in the 20 minutes before we met up because I didn't want to come without any ideas drawn out. If you think you're such a great artist why don't YOU do all the artwork for this project and let me sleep? Before the art factory shut down I was one of the most on-demand painters. I've made more money selling paintings than working in a year. Don't tell me I'd fail.
He also laughed when I said I was a jazz instructor for a semester. I hate it when people laugh at me for being a dancer.

1) ANIME.

Maaaaaaaybe it's all bad luck, but I find that if someone RECOMMENDS an anime to me, it's not likely to hold my interest long.

D.Gray-Man? WTF is that?
I practically fell asleep by episode 7.

And Gilgamesh. Stop fucking staring at eachother. You're desensitizing me to intensity.

Those were the only two even WORTH mentioning. The others made me want to ingest explosives.

Also.. when I ask if anyone knows good Neko Animes and all I get is hentai..
..
guys. I don't want to know what you masterbate to. ALL I want is KITTY EARS. Is it so much to ask for?

._."

And now that my friends have basically popped my hentai cherry.. I think I'm just.. disappointed with nerds.
If you WANT to waste your life making anime that holds no purpose, fine. If you want to watch it, fine.
But MUST you make it seem like the only way to get some is by raping underaged girls who don't seem to know basic self-defense?

I accidentally stumbled upon my next cosplay attempt. I have a feeling I'll end up cosplaying with someone I hate.
.. Like Manda //instantpuke.

Also: I went from mostly anime to mostly J-drama, and just finished a few Korean and Taiwanese dramas. The spanish novella is making a comeback in my life and it's probably my mother's fault. I need to find manlier shows >_> .. Although the shows I choose tend to have a lot of violence, cars, and gangsters in them. Manlier genres.

2) SCHOOL.

I have one midterm left and it's not until Nov.6. WOOOOOOT. WOOT.
Today I was on campus and someone yelled my name from the CEB building entrance but they were too far away and left too fast for me to find out who it was. The best part was what they said:
"MATEO. I'M COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET. AND I LOVE YOU. <insert hysterical laughter and escape>"

I have a few possible suspects in mind.

3) SLEEP.

I should go try to sleep again or I'll have panda eyes. BYEBYE.

Staging a protest fast doesn't work so well when you live alone. 0_o

KITTEN. I LOVE YOU. -snuggles-

Also
WHY DID I TAKE A POST-GRAD SPLIT COURSE. FUCK. ME. ARGH.
It's 7:46am and I've done shit all for this research paper...

>_>
I can't help it if Gokusen is more interesting.

I picked the stupidest topic. Orang-utans vs. Gorillas and Chimps on the phylogenetic tree using cognitive ability and physiological response to prosidy measures.
I decided I wanted 2 more pages so now I'm spooning out morphological and social aspects of each species.
Seriously. I have A.D.D when I'm writing.

Trinity Blood
Elemental Galade
Junjou Romantica 2
Black Lagoon
Daughter of 20 Faces
Hitman Reborn
D. Gray Man
Munto TV

I'm watching so many animes at once, I'm getting plots confused.

My kitten missed me so much, she hasn't detached herself from me since I came back. So f*ckn cute.

I studied for my final today. I wrote my final today. I think I'm generally pretty good at not having to study much =)
My sister's birthday party is in a few hours. HO SHIT. Gotta buy her something >_>
Whatever, she loves me. And she's senile.
My cousins are all popping poopers out lately. Hispanic people are a plague. But everyone else is jealous of our awesome music and food.
._.?
I keep starting series then stopping. I watched like the first 20 episodes of Junjou Romantica before getting seriously embarassed with myself.
Gabe and Blair have both asked separately to see my chest so I took a picture today. Then I stared at it.
I look like that? Honestly?
What are all these people thinking when they hit on me? Are downtowners seriously that desperate?
Whatever.
I'll cut my mullet off soon.
Sooo I finally convinced the only fangirl I found online to send me the pics she took of me and Nick cosplaying.
SWEET SHIT. She's going to tomorrow. Hopefully. I'm excited.
I also saw Maya the other day. Now to get my game back.. <_<

There was this question on my test that made me giggle inappropriately. It was like this:

"Your friend tells you that she has been having random seizures for over 2 weeks. She has been to the doctor and seems to be perfectly healthy. There is no significant stress in her life, and no other symptoms of illness. What is the most likely cause of her seizures?
A. somatization disorder
B. hypochondriasis
C. conversion disorder
D. general anxiety disorder"

I self-diagnose myself a lot as karma. It's called "medical student's disease" and it makes me paranoid.

I have now been voted "Favorite Cafe Staff Member" by MacEwan, Still Point, iTonica, Second Cup on Jasper, and Booster Juice. Pwnt.
This is just another booster to my over-fed ego.
Me and Nick had fangirls up the wazoo all weekend, and I think by Sunday he was marginally less pissy about life.
I'm still never cosplaying again with him, though. Unless I have enough time to make both our costumes entirely myself well before the event.

Hmmm...

I got my first 100% on an essay in university today. My class ends Thursday. THANK ALLAH.
I also am stalker FREE for the first time in over a year.
I'm finally on top of all my paperwork for the support group, and my capoeira classes begin in September.
So I can kick your ass, and samba while I'm doing it.

I feel pretty sexy for no reason.

I spent all morning moving stuff with my mind. It's neat. I didn't know I could do it.
I'll show Nick at some opportune moment when I can get optimum amaze points.
 

I can only move metals within proximity to myself. I am obvz Magneto.

This is part of a thing I wrote my friend via e-mail. The other part is an argument about media coverage on MJ.

I've been made fun of all my life for being an MJ fan. So I usually don't mention it.

But say what you want, Michael Joseph Jackson's death caused the single largest internet traffic flood in history.

He changed my life. My first insult was "Eat this."
Most people who have met me outside of school met me at a dance comp/ recital or art show. I began dancing before I could run; down tempo-ing all over a certain patch of rug in front of the stereo whenever my parents would blast a Jackson song. The first routines I learned were from "Moonwalker", a sign from the gods to me because it came out the year I was born. My family was really poor when I was a kid, so I couldn't get into a dance class until I was about 8 I think. But that doesn't mean I didn't learn every MJ routine I could rent on video or see on T.V. Dancing has probably been one of the most important and rewarding things I've done with my life, and I'll do it for as long as I can, wherever and however I can.
When I was little, Michael was still an over-sexualized idol who looked like a girl with no boobs. I only ever wore eyeliner or boots because he did. He made it okay to like androgeny, okay to sing in a high voice and explore the rich vocal fillings of his songs, from scat and rap to "the Michael hiccup" and falsetto. He made it okay to dress eccentrically, to explore my own artistic self.
In junior high I put up with a lot of racial discrimination. Michael's struggle with MTV, which later lead him to make more bold moves towards diversity education and breaking racial boundries helped me deal with my own life. When he cried after Oprah asked about his skin condition (leukoderma), the importance of his skin color to his identity made me re-evaluate my own views of being non-caucasian in an almost all-white school. His music got me through things that make some kids kill themselves.
And now my biggest idol when I was growing up is dead.

=(

"Yeah, Wacko Jacko, where did that come from? Some English tabloid. I have a heart and I have feelings. I feel that when you do that to me. It’s not nice."
- Michael Jackson

I had my T.V thingy monday. The article on transpeople ft me is in The Edmonton Journal tomorrow. I've been asked to be a part of a collaborative journalism project on transpeople.

I'm not sure the media is treating this the right way. Making me a minor celebrity is one way of getting trans issues known to the public, but it's skewed and indirect.
I don't want to be known for being oppressed. I want to not be oppressed.

Time for a protest.