It's Not Thursday Yet But I Really Want It To Be 9 PM On Thursday
Today's good things: I took an hour nap, I ate dinner immediately after I cooked it, we watched an ACT UP documentary in Queer American History which just really resonated with me
I kind of want to go more into the ACT UP documentary but I also don't want to write a lot tonight and I know I would write a lot if I did discuss it. Also it wouldn't be funny and what's the goal of this blog? To discuss serious issues??? Absolutely not. Just kidding, kind of. I don't really know what the fuck I want to do with this thing but anyway the reason I don't want to write a lot tonight is because I am planning to finally start writing that damn research paper today. I haven't even read all the sources I collected lmao but like I have ideas swirling in my head that I should probably start writing down in an outline somewhere. Student activism with regard to gay liberation just has so many parallels to student activism today like administrations haven't gotten any better so isn't that some bullshit? I don't really have anything interesting to say today honestly.
My cheek has been really itchy today and I really want to scratch but it's so bad to touch your face and also every time I'm about to I can hear my mother and the chorus of 1000 skincare blogs scolding me. I know they're right but my cheek was itchy!!! I had the choice to end my suffering then and repent later by breaking out cause you know the oils on your hands just don't play well with skin. I did scratch it a little though because I lack resolve and put too much faith in my african black soap. It's almost been a week with the soap? I think a lot of the acne on my cheeks has gone down but like the next step is to like keep it down and then to tackle all the hyperpigmentation which is arguably the ugliest part about me. My acne scars are there because otherwise I would get to take selfies at any angle and look really really good and that's not really fair I guess. Sometimes my jokes very quickly switch between self-deprecating humor and really narcissistic humor, does that cause like tone whiplash? Comment below if you find your neck strained after reading my posts due to tone whiplash.
This went on longer than I thought it would but I gotta write elsewhere tonight so... wish me a speedy death I guess. As always, stay tuned for the drama of it all.