Junction City ain't the spot...

ETA: Just talked to the hall director. Apparently the RA who made the comment already came in and talked to her, feeling bad.
I'm supposed to be getting a letter from said RA shortly. I showed the director the TransAction stuff, and shewas actually really enthused-she wants to use it in a diversity thing they're doing next month, and in RA training, etc. and wants me to show her anything else I have. I'm still about to cry, but relief crying ^_^



So...I've decided that when I talk to my Hall Director (if she's ever around)...instead of saying I'm genderqueer since that term might be too abstract (even though I'll have papers there to show what it means)....I'll say I'm trans.

FTM (female to male): Used to identity a person who was assigned a female at birth, and who identified as male, lives as a man, or identifies as masculine

Yeah. I'm sure that won't go over any better, but it might get a point across.

You're running up and down that hill
You turn it on and off at will
There's nothing here to thrill or bring you down
...
They're pious, hateful, and devout
...
And then you're someone you are not
And Junction City ain't the spot
Remember Mrs. Lot and when she turned around
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise
Of this wicked little town

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Today is the first anniversary of Lawrence King's murder

Rest In Peace, Lawrence. May you be in a place where you can be yourself.

It's written on our palms and it's written in our hearts

So...after the really awesome talk with HD...the day kinda went to shit.

The Elks backed out of giving Spring Awakening a home. We might move into the Dahl, OR we'll end up waiting until JUNE to perform it at CHS. Christ people. Teenagers have sex, OMFG.

And I'm worried about money again, for very good reasons. Plans may end up a'changin'. Like minoring in something I'll NEVER DO because that way I'll get teh monies for it. And I need to bring up some stuff, but I'm a freaking wuss and am finding excuses not to, because I suck like that.

Oh, and a test tomorrow I'm totally not prepared for, a paper I need to some how come up with by the third, mountains of reading...

I want to cry. But I can't because I'm not angry, just overwhelmed and defeated.


Sugarland makes it a little better.

Well, it feels like we're living from pay check to check
And we wake up wondering what might happen next
Yeah, someitmes it feels like we won't make it through
But the hard times pass
Like the good ones do

Baby wrap your fingers and
Hold on tight
I'll be right here beside you tonight

Baby climb up here
Watch the city glow
Let's make a wish on the fireworks below
We're making moments that we won't forget
And feeling ones that haven't happened yet