DONE with my midterm, presentation, and paper. Don’t have to repeat this cycle again for another six weeks, thank goodness.

Yesterday, I had to pull a last-minute save during my seminar on motherhood. I was supposed to be summarizing and leading a discussion on reproductive choice. Instead, I had read and written notes on a chapter about fetal rights. Don’t ask me how this happened — I think I was confused by my prof’s initial email and this confusion was compounded by a generally insane week. I somehow managed to skim, take notes, and write questions on the right chapter while we discussed the article I thought I was originally assigned. And then I presented and attempted to seem somewhat knowledgeable, while the entire time praying that I would not fuck up. Thank god I didn’t.

Somewhat ironically, it’s the best grade I’m going to end up getting of all the things I had to do this week. Molecules of Life? Pfft. Let’s not even talk about it.

But no more work talk. In celebration of good times this weekend, here’s a photo from last weekend with my best friend JB. We were at ZAP’s 21st birthday:

Kennedy & Burke at my 20th birthday party.
August 10, 2007 / New York, NY

Two faces (better known as CK and JB) from my off-line life. Totally different people, important to me for different reasons, and nothing like the girl they call their best.

Musing over our food options in the 7-11 frozen food section …

JB: “Do you want a Hungry Man?”

Me: “I am not a hungry man. I am a hungry woman. Why is 7-11 so heterosexist?”

JB: “We can go to CVS instead.”

Me: “I bet they’re gender-normative too. I don’t know about you, but I don’t patronize patriarchal establishments.”

[Passerby shakes head.]

JB: I want to try cocaine.
Me: No! Why can’t you just smoke weed like a normal person?

JB: “That’s not prostitution. That’s fucking the right people.”