Hotashi

I just read a really interesting article on racialicious.com called Reasons I Hate Halloween. It made me think back to my childhood and my recent years to the types of costumes I’ve seen others wear. I don’t recall any racialized persons costume, but I can remember how almost all costumes are gendered. At my university (and I’m sure many others) the most popular costume is the local slut. Or at least, they will manage to sexualize any possible female character. It really sickens me. Anyway, here is the link for the article –> LINK FOR ARTICLE

I got my first mark back for grad school today and it was the highest mark in class. I’m making this out like it’s really significant, but our marks only differened by one or two percent. We all got As. Horray for us. I’m quite happy about it (because it’s an A not because it’s the highest mark). It was a book report for The Riddle of Human Rights by Gary Teeple. According to my prof, I criticize with a sharp sword. It’s a compliment I take dear to my heart. I am proud to be labelled as such.

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Even though lately I’ve been a complete asshole and have treated God like utmost shit, I still run back to Him when I need Him and He accepts me everytime. I am definately the prodical child.

My lectures went well, thanks to God. He really calmed my nerves and helped me to do my best. Whenever I think to myself “just do your best for God” all my worries fade away. I’m grateful for that. Call it what you will, but it works and I know it’s all because of Him. I didn’t freak out at all when I had to set myself up and found the console locked or when the computer froze and I couldn’t have powerpoint slides. It felt good not having to worry. I’m happy. =)

I’m going home this weekend for Jack’s and my Dad’s birthdays. Should be fun. I’m pretty sure my mom misses us (my sister and I) like crazy so I will spend some quality time with her. I’ve been needing a new coat, so we’ll go shopping for that tomorrow. *squee* Can’t wait. Gotta pack. Have a great weekend everyone!

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The internet is one of those things (if there is anything to compare it to, really…) where it is hard to create and govern rules surrounding it. Because it is virtually global (literally), we would need a global governing body. This would be impossible to do without having ethno-centricism play into effect. For instance, different cultures view stealing in different ways. To base it on the rules of plagarism and copyright laws in Canada would privelege Canadian laws over those of other nation-states and communities.

As far as it goes, a lot of the internet is a free-for-all. Which means, that sites (including blogs) can be features of study without requiring the consent of its owners and users. So for my research paper, I could study various blog entries posted on various sites and never have to ask the permission of the writers. Kind of scary, eh? Sucks to all those suckers who think their little copyright symbol at the bottom of their webpage will get there anywhere. Haha. Good luck trying to track “theives” down.

P.S. I’m giving my first lecture EVER tonight. So nervous! >_<

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Is changing a toilet paper roll really hard to do? I asked my roommates to make sure that they change it if they use it up. Well I got up from my nap today (which took all of my willpower) and I go to the bathroom to find the roll completely used up. WTF?! Are they really that stupid? Well, I know who it is that did it since only one roommate is at home right now, but I’d rather generalize just to not be a complete bitch. I’m so glad that I moved the package of toilet paper into the bathroom and put it next to the toilet, because otherwise I would have been really pissed (no pun intended). Seriously, what a fucktard.

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There is something very satisfying about eating rice with chopsticks. I’m usually given a spoon or a fork whenever I go to a Chinese, Japanese or Korean restaurant. I don’t blame them. The first time I went to a Korean restaurant was before I knew how to use chopsticks and I struggled to eat my blackbean noodles with two spoons (those long-ass soup spoons you get at Korean restaurants, at that). The waitress politely asked if I wanted a fork, which I was grateful for. I was still very shy at that point and actually conversing with someone I didn’t know scared the crap out of me. Now that I’ve learned how to use chopsticks, I have more than any sane person needs. Although, my fiance’s family has an entire drawer full of them in their kitchen.

One of my roommates had never really seen chopsticks before in her life (surprise, surprise) and I showed her how to hold and use them. She couldn’t stop laughing. At the time I didn’t know if I should feel insulted or if I should just brush it off as another part of her childish insensitivity. She still doesn’t believe how useful they are. Her loss, I guess. Sometimes though, I wish I could use them to stab certain people in the eye…but I’m sure that breaks some rule of chopstick etiquette.

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