<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102</id><updated>2024-11-05T19:03:46.693-08:00</updated><category term="life"/><category term="depression"/><category term="fuck life"/><category term="music"/><category term="diy"/><category term="shows"/><category term="angst"/><category term="emo"/><category term="food"/><category term="fresno"/><category term="rant"/><category term="anxiety"/><category term="boredom"/><category term="fresno fest"/><category term="health"/><category term="jawbreaker"/><category term="pain"/><category term="school"/><category term="sick"/><category 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-1384391516461137397</id><published>2011-12-19T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:21:06.860-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angst"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad night"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&#39;m having a shitty night, and I don&#39;t want to look even worse than I normally do on Facebook, so I figured I&#39;d take my honesty where no one would read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, one of my dogs has been having a lot of pain in what seems to be her right leg or hip. She can barely get off the couch and whines whenever she shifts. She&#39;s 7-ish and a big dog, so she&#39;s pretty old. She&#39;s got a lot of gray, but generally speaking, she acts just as young as she always has. Watching her try so hard to move, though, and hearing her cry has really done a number on me. I love my dogs more than I even care about most people, because when I&#39;m sitting alone at home 3 days a week or more, they&#39;re the only company I have. They have personalities and they make bitchy faces and they don&#39;t mind sitting around and watching TBS in silence all day. They&#39;re my best friends. The thought of losing one is one of the most difficult things in the world for me. It&#39;s happened before and it&#39;ll happen again, but I hate it more than anything. Losing people is incredibly difficult, but it somehow seems more unfair when it&#39;s an animal. I can&#39;t even watch movies in which a dog dies because it brings up such shitty feelings. I&#39;ve been crying off and on all evening, and I can&#39;t seem to stop for more than twenty minutes. I&#39;m anxious by nature, but when I have a reason to be, I get so much worse. I&#39;m not ready for anything to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to say on that front, but I don&#39;t know how to say it, so I guess I won&#39;t. All I know is that my stomach hurts, I&#39;m congested, my nose is runny, and I&#39;ve got tears everywhere. I&#39;m sure I&#39;m gorgeous right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of loss, I think I&#39;m finally nearing the end of my really shitty friendship with Rachal. She insisted on having things her way, then apparently suddenly changed her mind a couple months ago. I honestly have a huge suspicion it has a lot to do with dick, which is really fucked up of me, but I&#39;m not going to lie. She wants to go live her delusional, typical teenage life, and that&#39;s fine. I, however, don&#39;t want to stick around for it. It depresses me, especially because I still care so much when she clearly doesn&#39;t. If I ever need to talk, she doesn&#39;t have time, but a co-worker has a shitty day and she puts me off to go over there and hang out with him. Our friendship has been way too one-sided for way too long, no matter what she seems to think. I&#39;m tired of having to be the one to really work at friendships. That&#39;s how it always seems to go. Maybe everyone else just &quot;grows up&quot; and I don&#39;t? I have no job, no love life of any kind, few obligations. I realize that things change, but even on days when I have school from 10 AM to 8 PM, I find time for friends. Maybe that&#39;s unusual; fuck if I know. It&#39;s what I&#39;ve done all my life and I don&#39;t plan on ever stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I took myself out of the friendship, hoping for a break that would let me clear my head and figure out where I stood, but she refused to let me have that. The same thing happened just a couple months ago. I called for another break yesterday (or the day before); so far, so good. To be honest, if I never hear from her again, I think I&#39;ll be better off. She likes to tell me how shitty I am as a person when I ask for breaks, but (and I know I&#39;m biased) I think it&#39;s the other way around. I&#39;ve made myself available during school, during school nights, during events, during shows, basically 24/7 for five years or so. I allowed her to have things her way for over a year. I continue to be around for her when she needs to talk, even when I desperately need the same. She&#39;s never there when I need her. She lies to me regularly. She puts me down for being upset about anything. It&#39;s extremely emotionally draining and it&#39;s pretty much isolated itself (the friendship, that is) as my biggest source of anxiety and depression. During the few short breaks I have been able to take, I&#39;ve been happy. It takes a couple of days to get there, but when I do, it&#39;s amazing. Then, she comes along before I&#39;m ready and tears me back down. I need to end it. She just won&#39;t let me. This entire friendship has been on her terms, and she refuses to do anything my way, including letting me leave. In the next few days, I may do just that. All of my other &quot;friends&quot; have worked themselves out of my life; I think I need to make the effort to work her out of mine because she refuses to do it herself. I think she wants me around as a fall-back for when her boyfriend cheats on her for the third or fourth time, but fuck that. I&#39;ve said I&#39;m done way too many times now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to let people step all over me the way they always have. If I&#39;m not happy, or if a person or situation isn&#39;t compatible with the way I want to live my life or what it takes to keep me from feeling anxious or depressed, fuck it. I have the right to separate myself, and I shouldn&#39;t have to feel ashamed for it. It&#39;s time to move on.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1384391516461137397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-having-shitty-night-and-i-dont-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/1384391516461137397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/1384391516461137397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-having-shitty-night-and-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-4672479959291062098</id><published>2011-11-29T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T01:42:33.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numerology</title><content type='html'>I got bored and decided to delve into a bit of numerology again. It&#39;s been a while. All of the conversions and explanations I used here are from http://www.astrology-numerology.com.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DESTINY NUMBER: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;The number 7 Destiny suggests that the direction of growth in your lifetime will be toward thought, analysis, and the development of a mind skilled at searching out the truth. You must become accomplished at analyzing, judging and discriminating, so that little escapes your observation and deep understanding. In this you will become increasingly introspective, and value seclusiveness and solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;You are the type of person that can really get involved in a search for wisdom or hidden truths, and you must become an authority on whatever it is your are focusing on. This can easily be of a technical or scientific nature, or it may be religious or occult, it matters very little, you pursue knowledge with the same sort of vigor. You can make a very fine teacher, or because of a natural inclination toward the spiritual, you may become deeply emerged in religious affairs or even psychic explorations. You have excellent capabilities to study and learn really deep and difficult subjects, and to search for hidden fundamentals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;You tend to operate on a rather different wavelength, and many of your friends may not really know you very well. At full maturity you are likely to be a very peaceful and poised individual. You really like to work alone, at your own pace and in your own way. You neither show or understand emotions very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;The positive aspects of the 7 Destiny are that you must be a true perfectionist in a very positive sense of the word. You are very logical, and usually employ a quite rational approach to most things you do. You can be so rational at times that you almost seem to lack emotion, and when you are faced with an emotional situation, you may have a bit of a problem coping with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;If there is an over supply of the number 7 in your makeup, the negative aspects of the number may be apparent. The chief negative of 7 relates to the limited degree of trust that you may have in people. A tendency to be highly introverted can make you a bit on the self-centered side, certainly very much self-contained. Because of this, you are not very adaptable, and you may tend to be overly critical and intolerant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;SOUL URGE NUMBER: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;With a 7 Soul Urge, you have a strong inner need to gain a spiritual sense about the world around you. You have an inborn appreciation for nature and the wonders of the world around you. Fulfillment comes with being able to spend time in solitude and in seeking wisdom.&lt;/blockquote&gt;INNER DREAMS: 6 (I don&#39;t think this makes sense for me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; &quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You dream of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home. You crave the devotion from offspring and a loving spouse. You picture yourself in the center of a successful domestic unit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;LIFE PATH NUMBER: 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;The Life Path 8 suggests that you entered this plane armed to lead, direct, organize and govern. You are very ambitious and goal-oriented. You will want to use your ambitions, your organizational ability, and your efficient approach to carve a satisfying niche for yourself. If you are a positive 8 you are endowed with tremendous potential for conceiving far-reaching schemes and ideas, and also possessing the tenacity and independence to follow them through to completion. In short, you were born to be an executive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;You know how to manage yourself and your environment. Your ability to judge the character and potential of the people around you is an asset used to your advantage. A large part of your success in life comes from how hard you work. This Life Path is the most prone to producing workaholics. But your ability to spot good people and engage them in your endeavors is a special trait not to be overlooked. There is an inspirational quality in your makeup which allows you to become a great leader. You are practical and steady in your pursuit of major objectives, and you have the courage of your convictions when it comes to taking the necessary chances to get ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;With the Life Path of the number 8 you are focused on learning the satisfactions to be found in the material world. The Life Path 8 produces many powerful, confident and materially successful people. Most of your concerns involve money and learning of the power that comes with its proper manipulation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;This Life Path is perhaps the one that is the most concerned with and desirous of status as an ultimate measure of success. You want to be recognized for your hard work and achievements. The attainment of honors and acceptance into the club of executive leadership is all important. For this, you may find yourself very well suited to compete in the business world or in the political arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;In relationships, you are frank, honest, and steadfast. You may be very much in love, but watch that you are not too busy and preoccupied to show it. Being the lavish provider is not always an adequate substitute for showing your devotion and affection in more personal ways. You have a great need for close personal relationships to mitigate and somehow soften your nature. You must find the time for love and keep it as an important project in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;The negative 8 can be dictatorial and often suppresses the enthusiasm and efforts of fellow member of the environment. Often, the strength of their own personality excludes close feelings for other people with whom they come in contact. Material gains and rewards often become issues of utmost importance, even to the neglect of family, home and peace of mind. Dedication to success can become an obsession. Emotional feelings are often suppressed by the negative 8, resulting in isolation and loneliness. All Life Path 8 people must avoid discounting the opinions of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4672479959291062098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/11/numerology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4672479959291062098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4672479959291062098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/11/numerology.html' title='Numerology'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-848653973638526233</id><published>2011-10-27T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T01:33:07.637-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodbelly"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="probiotics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review"/><title type='text'>GoodBelly</title><content type='html'>I decided to try GoodBelly probiotic drinks a few days ago. I think I&#39;ve used it for four days now. So far, my stomach has been super noisy and I&#39;ve been bloated as fuck, but other than that, no problems. I&#39;m pretty positive all of that is just because my intestinal flora is changing and everything, which is normal when starting a probiotic, even if you already take other strains. I think that&#39;s what turn so many people off of them, but with most things that detoxify the body, you have to go through a little bit of bad to get to the good. Olive leaf certainly made me feel like shit the first time I took it, but after that, I&#39;ve never had a problem. Anyway, for the first three days I drank the juice (blueberry acai or something like that) and today I took one of the plain Straightshots. That one was kind of unpleasant, taste-wise, but it packs a punch. I prefer Lifeways shots, definitely, since the dairy in kefir doesn&#39;t bother me anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m going to stick with this stuff for at least the 12 days they recommend. After that, I&#39;ll evaluate everything. I definitely understand that it&#39;s normal to have side effects at first, so I&#39;m not going to write it off as a failure yet. If my stomach is still loud and annoying after two weeks, though, I&#39;ll have to stop using it daily, because it&#39;s getting on my nerves already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought I&#39;d check in and mention the product and my experience with it so far. It&#39;s vegan, just a couple bucks a carton, and really good, so you should give it a try if you can. GoodBelly also has a 12 day challenge you can sign up for on their site where they&#39;ll send you coupons, and if you don&#39;t like the product after 12 days, they&#39;ll refund your purchase. Not a bad deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SXR&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/848653973638526233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/10/goodbelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/848653973638526233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/848653973638526233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/10/goodbelly.html' title='GoodBelly'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-1631604886775123812</id><published>2011-10-13T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T02:21:51.552-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angst"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fuck life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shitty day"/><title type='text'>Kill me.</title><content type='html'>Tonight is one of those nights. Emo music will be on constant rotation and I&#39;ll be ingesting some herbal stress-relievers in a minute. (No, not pot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when the people who used to make you happy become the people who make you want to rip your hair out and then bash your head into the wall. I haven&#39;t felt this angsty in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1631604886775123812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/10/kill-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/1631604886775123812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/1631604886775123812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/10/kill-me.html' title='Kill me.'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-8133667083901767594</id><published>2011-09-20T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T04:04:13.044-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sick"/><title type='text'>Tubes, Pills, Hunger</title><content type='html'>I went to the student health center for the first time today. It was a pretty positive experience, especially because I&#39;ve lost some weight and my blood pressure has seriously improved. However, as usual, my complaint came up irrelevant again, because despite the pain I&#39;ve had in my ears for the past few days, they&#39;re not infected and everything seems fine, aside from red sinuses and blocked eustachian tubes. Sudafed was only $1.95 for 24 at the school pharmacy, which is wonderful, and I&#39;m supposed to take 90 mg and a Mucinex tablet every day until my head clears up. Apparently I have a cold. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I think olive leaf really has helped me. I&#39;m still getting half-sick, but it&#39;s better than being totally sick. I decided to double my dosage tonight, which my empty stomach isn&#39;t entirely pleased with. I&#39;d have taken even more if I hadn&#39;t known it&#39;d make me feel like shit. You know something&#39;s working when you actually get a die-off effect that goes away with regular use. I&#39;m down to my last few capsules, sadly, and I can&#39;t afford to buy any more yet, so I&#39;ll have to figure something out there. I&#39;d hate to get off-track with the one pill I actually take almost every single day, especially because it does make me feel better. Actually, I think it&#39;s what&#39;s bringing my blood pressure down, too, which is fantastic, because hypertension runs in the family and I lose weight at the speed of smell, if not slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple of nights, I&#39;ve been getting extremely hungry. Lately, I just feel afraid to eat at night for some reason. I have no idea what my deal is right now. Hunger gets painful after a while, and it&#39;s not like I don&#39;t have access to food. I don&#39;t have access to much good food with any nutritional value, but I could at least go grab a handful of trail mix or something. Kefir ended up being the only thing that could satisfy me last night, but I&#39;ve already had too much of that today, since I&#39;ve been trying to cut back on sugar. Sometimes I really do wonder if I eat enough. It seems backwards to eat more in order to lose weight, but really, that&#39;s how it should be in most peoples&#39; cases. I&#39;m probably hurting myself much more than helping myself by eating less than 1000 calories a day, even if I do have a really low activity level. It takes me forever to lose weight, so there&#39;s always the possibility that my body&#39;s trying not to let go of the fat because it&#39;s not getting enough food. I&#39;m trying to force myself into better eating habits, and eating something satisfying at night should be my next goal. I&#39;m considering investing in protein shakes again because I know they&#39;ll fill me up long enough to get to sleep and give me some much-needed nutrients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the ear pain, along with the growling stomach. It might be time to turn in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8133667083901767594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/tubes-pills-hunger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/8133667083901767594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/8133667083901767594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/tubes-pills-hunger.html' title='Tubes, Pills, Hunger'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-966750087438328613</id><published>2011-08-30T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:02:55.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brushing up</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m about halfway through the second week of the semester. So far, so good, for the most part. I got dropped from yoga, but I guess I&#39;m being added back. I bought one book and I&#39;m waiting on another, as well as the iClicker I need for my math class, which is already a struggle to keep attending. There&#39;s something about classes of 200 or so that just make me want to ditch. Other than that, everything&#39;s going well. Classes are easy, assignments are quick, painless, and there haven&#39;t been many. This might be a pretty good semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my bass out today and tried playing some stuff. In case I hadn&#39;t mentioned, I&#39;m doing a Green Day set with Ryan Cod and Alan for a &#39;90s cover show at Bel-Tower on October 29 (exactly a year after the last cover show). I think there will also be Pantera, Creed, and some other bands represented. I keep forgetting who&#39;s covering what. All I know is that I finally get to play some Green Day. I&#39;ve got &quot;Basket Case&quot; down and I&#39;m working on perfecting &quot;Going to Pasalacqua&quot;. I have no idea what songs we all want to cover, but I figure I might as well learn my favorites and most of the hits if I can. I&#39;ve got time. It&#39;s nice to finally play bass again. I&#39;m pretty sure I&#39;ll need new strings before the show, and possibly a better tune-up, but for now, things are going pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/966750087438328613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/brushing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/966750087438328613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/966750087438328613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/brushing-up.html' title='Brushing up'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-6113932003146782172</id><published>2011-08-24T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:47:16.444-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feminism"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shows"/><title type='text'>Low</title><content type='html'>Today was okay, I suppose. I had an interview at Macy&#39;s, which went okay. I think I looked pretty nice, but I don&#39;t have real retail experience, so I automatically assume no one wants to hire me anyway. If the job market wasn&#39;t so terrible, I&#39;d think maybe I could get hired just based on intelligence and my genuine desire to help people, but unfortunately, that&#39;s not really how it goes right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour or two ago, my back pain came back. The Icy Hot just wore off and I was too lazy to reapply it, so I guess I&#39;ll deal for tonight. I&#39;m bloated, my eyes feel tired and sore from the makeup I had on earlier, I have a sinus headache, my allergies just started acting up... Needless to say, I don&#39;t feel great right now. Plus, I&#39;m upset over the fact that nothing I try to do for FYBT Fest works out. The new bands I want to ask to play are all on tour or too far away, and apparently returning acts are no longer welcome, so... I guess I&#39;m out. Everyone else can plan it. Fuck it. Not like I should have any sort of say when we&#39;re booking probably seven or eight out-of-town bands. God forbid I try to get just one I&#39;d really like to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be asleep since I have to be up at 8. I&#39;m tired, but I&#39;m not at the same time. My eyes are way more tired than my mind, which is constantly coming up with new reasons to be pissed off, sad, or worried. I think there are some serious hormonal shifts going on up there heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking a lot about whether or not to start shaving regularly for yoga class. I still haven&#39;t made up my mind. The pants I&#39;ll wear most of the time cover everything but my ankles, but I don&#39;t know if I&#39;m ready to be &quot;that fat hairy chick.&quot; I know it&#39;s a stupid thing to worry about, but I can&#39;t help it. I&#39;ve held off a lot on shaving lately for a few reasons: I finally got some nice tights, I&#39;ve had cuts and bruises on my legs that have made it painful to shave, my skin is extra dry in the summer, and I&#39;ve been trying to unlearn the idea that women shouldn&#39;t have body hair. Honestly, I&#39;m not a fan of it, but as someone of Mediterranean descent, hair is just something I have to deal with. If I really wanted to shave or wax my whole body, it would take hours, and I&#39;m just not willing to waste my time on stupid shit like that all the time. Every now and then, sure, but not every day. Some people just don&#39;t seem to be aware of how time-consuming shaving can be. It&#39;s also expensive, sometimes hard on the back, a pain in the ass when you&#39;re fat and have more surface to deal with, it dries out the skin, and when the hair starts growing back, it tends to itch. Plus, I have sensitive skin and tend to end up with searing cuts in my armpits and blood all over my legs, which usually doesn&#39;t stop for a couple of hours. It&#39;s not that I like being hairy; I just don&#39;t like taking time out of my day to inflict pain upon myself. I may shave my ankles in the morning. We&#39;ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know more than you want to and eight o&#39;clock is slowly creeping up, I should attempt to go to bed. I&#39;m planning to check out Revive Cafe for the first time tomorrow (raw, organic, and vegan... in FRESNO!?), so I have that to look forward to after a long, boring day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6113932003146782172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/6113932003146782172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/6113932003146782172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/low.html' title='Low'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-4771448557714656158</id><published>2011-08-23T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T01:57:33.646-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Icy Hot</title><content type='html'>My blood tests came back normal and the gastroenterologist said I don&#39;t need to see him anymore. I suppose that&#39;s good. What made the visit worth it (it was literally four or five minutes long) was that he said he&#39;d start recommending olive leaf extract to his patients. As someone who loves helping people and sharing my knowledge of alternative medicine and shit, that was really nice. Normally, doctors tend to write herbal treatments off as bullshit because they don&#39;t get cuts from pharmaceutical companies for them, so it was cool to finally find one who was willing to look into one. I really do think olive leaf has helped me. My stomach hurts way less and I feel much better, for the most part. I&#39;m currently in pain due to god knows what and my back is covered in Icy Hot, but other than that and some bloating and occasional cramps due to my period, I feel pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wasn&#39;t too terrible today. I think I can handle being at school from 10 to 9:30-ish, but it will definitely require some coffee, strong tea, or mate. I barely made it through the day and I got home at 7.  Obviously, I&#39;m still up, but I&#39;ve been tired all evening. Waking up is such a chore heh. I&#39;m considering staying up tonight, depending on my pain. I really don&#39;t want to, but if the stabbing isn&#39;t gone when the Icy Hot wears off, I may go to the health center or urgent care tomorrow, just to get someone else&#39;s opinion. I have a sneaking suspicion I need to get checked for ovarian cysts or endometriosis, especially given the fact that I get worse every month, but I keep putting it off because I really don&#39;t want to deal with that right now heh. Too many doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been looking into Buddhism a lot more lately. Maybe it&#39;s just the Kerouac. I&#39;ve always been interested in Buddhism, though. I see it as a philosophy, not a religion, so don&#39;t go thinking I&#39;m suddenly all about any gods heh. I&#39;d just like to learn more about it and definitely focus more on my diet, my attitude, yoga, and meditation. I feel like it&#39;ll be good for me. The Four Noble Truths make a whole hell of a lot of sense to me. Buddhism is almost nihilistic in that the ultimate goal is nothingness. I love it. We&#39;ll see where it takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4771448557714656158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/icy-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4771448557714656158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4771448557714656158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/icy-hot.html' title='Icy Hot'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-3140666003860906631</id><published>2011-08-19T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T02:49:50.551-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy.</title><content type='html'>I guess I waited till the end of the summer to do anything. We made some serious improvements to the Bel-Tower, so much of my time this past week or so has been spent on that. We&#39;re not entirely finished yet, but we&#39;re at the point where everything else will be done whenever we find the time and money and shouldn&#39;t take too much work. I feel like it looks more like a venue and less like a party house, which I couldn&#39;t be happier about, but it still looks like a DIY space. I hate the idea that DIY or punk spaces have to look rundown and shabby. There are spaces all over the world that look like they&#39;ve gotten lots of love and care, which is what I want for BT. I don&#39;t think it matters that the walls aren&#39;t covered in graffiti anymore. No matter what anyone thinks, we know how much time and work we&#39;ve put into everything, and that&#39;s what matters. It only looks good because we took the time to make it look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m about to get even busier. At one this afternoon, I have to go to the doctor to finally discuss the results of my blood test (still kind of hoping for hypothyroidism just so I have some answers), then I&#39;ve got to go to Fresno State to buy my parking permit and some books, then head over to Bel-Tower for the Black Fag show. It doesn&#39;t seem like I&#39;ve got a whole lot to do, but add in all the driving time and everything and it seems like a full day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, I had 10 units and couldn&#39;t find anything that fit my schedule, so I was going to just stick with that. However, it turns out that if I don&#39;t take 12 units, I lose my vision and dental insurance because I&#39;m over 19. If my dad can&#39;t provide proof that I&#39;m enrolled in college, he could lose his job, which would leave me, my sister, and my dad totally uninsured. So much for positive health care reform. I finally found a class tonight that I could work with: Advanced Fiction Writing Monday nights from 6 to 9:50. Believe me, I&#39;m not pleased with the three hour gap I have now, or the fact that I&#39;m stuck at school for twelve fucking hours on Mondays. I&#39;ve now got 14 units lined up for the fall and I&#39;m feeling pretty stressed about it. Yoga&#39;s no big deal, but I have no idea how much work to expect in my other classes, so I&#39;m afraid I&#39;ll have to devote the next few months to sitting in front of the computer and trying not to drive myself crazy. Plus, I managed to get a job interview, and if I do manage to get the job, I&#39;ll officially have zero time to myself and probably be totally miserable. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m getting into another one of those moods where I just feel really conflicted about everything again. I&#39;m conflicted about school, certain friends, what I want out of life, how I feel about certain things... Not that I feel like I should be sure about anything, because I think being too sure about anything at any age is dangerous, but it makes me a bit moody and insecure. I guess since I&#39;ll be so busy it shouldn&#39;t be a huge issue; I won&#39;t have time to think anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t decide if I&#39;m lonely or just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3140666003860906631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/3140666003860906631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/3140666003860906631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy.'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-995369343837124033</id><published>2011-08-11T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T04:35:54.567-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="complaints"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fuck life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>Today&#39;s been one hell of a day. I&#39;ll spare you the details of my hormones and PMS shit, but I have a lot I want to say and I&#39;m not sure how to say it, so what follows is a disjointed rant. I&#39;m writing by candlelight, just for dramatic effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at Bel-Tower have been far from smooth internally lately. I don&#39;t think it&#39;s really a secret that most of us struggle against the rest of us on a number of issues, number one being the alcohol policy. However, we&#39;ve come to agreements and done our best to stick to those (I speak for most of us on that, anyways). Nevertheless, certain people just don&#39;t seem happy with the way things are going despite the fact that we&#39;re one of our financial peaks and we haven&#39;t really had a visit from the police in months. Some people just aren&#39;t happy with anything we do, despite the fact that we (in theory) operate based on majority rule. Because of that, I have a few things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WE ARE A COLLECTIVE. We agreed on that from the very fucking start and agreed to vote on everything. We haven&#39;t had a formal vote in months, but we always discuss things at shows and via Facebook message before we make any changes. ALWAYS. End of story. If most of us are cool with it, we do it. I want us to be MORE of a collective, to be a TRUE collective. That being said:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FUCK HIERARCHY. No one is &quot;in charge&quot; of The Bel-Tower except THE STAFF as a WHOLE. Not one single person should have any more power than anyone else. THAT IS WHAT A COLLECTIVE IS. We work collectively to accomplish common goals. END OF FUCKING STORY. I&#39;m sick of people trying to come in and set up a fucking patriarchal hierarchy and creating a stupid fucking power struggle that keeps all of us from accomplishing anything or feeling comfortable. And then:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FUCK EXCLUSION. No one, staff or resident, has the right to keep anyone out of the space at any time for any reason unless we all agree on it. We all have the same keys and the same fucking rights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As you might be able to tell, I&#39;m steamed. Clearly, things are not the way any of us wanted them to be. It&#39;s disillusioning, especially because I was one of the fucking founders, and I&#39;ve put a ton of time and money into the space. Nevertheless, I don&#39;t give a fuck what anyone tries to tell me. &quot;Give up on zine libraries, workshops, the punks, yadda yadda yadda.&quot; FUCK NO. I refuse to give up on my beliefs, my desires, and my FRIENDS because someone thinks they&#39;re older and &quot;more punk&quot; and they think they can dictate the way I live my life or tell me I&#39;m stupid or wrong. You can fucking drop out of the scene any time you want, give up on feminism, DIY, punk, your friends, and anything else, but I won&#39;t. Not now, hopefully not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, fuck, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve ever used caps lock this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s still so much more to say, but I can&#39;t find a way to really voice it. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/995369343837124033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/995369343837124033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/995369343837124033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-8187074733961697374</id><published>2011-08-03T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T02:32:14.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Also:</title><content type='html'>I would like to say that I&#39;ve been buying a lot more dresses lately (partly because it&#39;s hot as fuck, partly because I have good tights for the first time since I was little so I don&#39;t have to worry about shaving every day, and partly because I&#39;m finally starting to feel comfortable without being covered up). I would also like to add (and for those who know me very, very well, this is big): tonight, I&#39;m going to bed in nothing but a camisole and underwear. For me, that&#39;s the equivalent of sleeping naked. I&#39;m kind of proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I&#39;d share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8187074733961697374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/also.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/8187074733961697374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/8187074733961697374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/also.html' title='Also:'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-5894211964599827571</id><published>2011-08-02T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:15:49.775-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zines"/><title type='text'>One step forward, two steps back</title><content type='html'>I feel weird because I haven&#39;t written a long, rant-y blog in a while. I guess I got semi-productive for a while, what with my 24 hour zine, my terrible zine workshop, the whole week of shows. I also finally bought some books (a Kerouac collection including &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;On the Road&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Dharma Bums&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Subterraneans&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Tristessa&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Lonesome Traveler&lt;/span&gt; and a collection of Bukowski&#39;s uncollected stories and essays), since we were at Borders and fiction was all 10% off. I&#39;m making a serious effort to finally get into some modern American writers now that I don&#39;t feel so appalled by anything post-Victorian. I think I&#39;ll find my best connection with authors of the Beat generation; I&#39;m a big fan of Sartre, who was definitely a prominent influence on the Beats, and given my usual desire for travel and interest in the &quot;underground&quot; (drugs, sex, booze, and all), I think I&#39;ll find my place there. Go figure, what with my being a working class white college student. Call me a hipster if you must; I&#39;m not out paying thousands of bucks for a fancy loft in an area where low-income people of color are losing their homes just so I can say I understand their plight. I&#39;m almost done with &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;On the Road&lt;/span&gt; now and I&#39;ve quite enjoyed it. I&#39;m glad I&#39;m over my fixation with everything Wildean and distaste for anything else heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first visit to the gastroenterologist went just fine. I didn&#39;t see the actual doctor. I guess the man I saw was an assistant doctor or something? In any case, he was a very chill bigger Russian man and actually took an interest in the herbal supplements I brought with me, which I&#39;ve never experienced before. I legitimately think olive leaf extract is working for me, although I definitely still have the occasional pain and everything. I think a lot of that has to do with hormones, since my complaints seem to follow my cycle. I regret waiting till last month to start really keeping track of that. I&#39;m having blood work done tomorrow, which I&#39;ve wanted for months, and I&#39;m legitimately hoping it turns out that I have hypothyroidism; I have almost every symptom I&#39;ve seen online and things would finally make sense. Plus, it could be corrected with medication or surgery and I could hopefully go back to normal. I haven&#39;t felt normal since 2008 or so, so that would be remarkable. With my luck, everything will be totally normal, but I&#39;ve got my fingers crossed. I know it seems weird to hope for something wrong, but I&#39;d just really like to know why I always feel like shit heh. If I had something solid to blame it on, I&#39;d feel a lot better. Plus, if my thyroid is underactive and I get it corrected, there&#39;s the possibility that my hair and skin will be healthier, my stomach will feel better, and I&#39;ll lose weight and be more awake. That would be fucking perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all though, for the last week or two, I&#39;ve felt so much better, aside from yesterday and part of today. Again, though, my hormones are changing, so I think that&#39;s what&#39;s to blame. I generally always expect to feel like shit for about two weeks before my period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 24 hour zine ended up being a Jawbreaker-inspired half-art zine and half-perzine. It&#39;s not perfect, but it&#39;s probably the nicest thing I&#39;ve done. I&#39;m fairly impressed with myself heh. Maybe I&#39;ll put up some scans soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5894211964599827571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/5894211964599827571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/5894211964599827571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html' title='One step forward, two steps back'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-7383501180520644351</id><published>2011-07-26T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T04:27:49.383-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Up all night</title><content type='html'>I keep staying up all night but not doing my 24 hour zine. July is almost over, so I&#39;m really running out of time. It&#39;s a shame it&#39;s so hard for me to actually get things done while I&#39;m awake, for various reasons. I&#39;ll have to get around to it this week or risk looking like a total failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a total loser creep lately. I won&#39;t even begin to get into that, though. Just putting it out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have very little to say tonight. I just can&#39;t sleep at the moment because I&#39;m feeling slightly anxious and possibly getting some random indigestion. I am quite tired, though, so hopefully it&#39;ll all pass so I can go to sleep and maybe get some shit done during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7383501180520644351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/up-all-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7383501180520644351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7383501180520644351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/up-all-night.html' title='Up all night'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-2580293326944663645</id><published>2011-07-21T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:39:13.764-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boredom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain"/><title type='text'>Aches and pains</title><content type='html'>While my stomach has been slightly better overall, the past few days have been filled with pain in one particular spot and I have no idea why. I keep getting stabbing pains, but I&#39;m not sure whether or not I should really worry.  My temperature&#39;s fine, I&#39;m not turning yellow, and I can eat, so I have to assume that I&#39;m alright. I would go to the doctor, but based on my last visit, I think he&#39;d basically reiterate what I just said. So, if I really decide to worry tomorrow afternoon, I may stop by urgent care while I&#39;m in Fresno. I haven&#39;t been in a while, so they probably miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anxiety has also been a little better, until the pain started. At least I&#39;m anxious for a reason now, or at least one I&#39;m aware of: I don&#39;t want to get sick and die heh. I really prefer this really terrible anxiety regarding my health to the annoying random anxiety I normally get. This comes with more symptoms, but at least it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m starting to write again. It&#39;s coming along a bit more slowly than it used to, but at least I&#39;m not totally blocked up for now. I actually really miss writing papers, which astounds me, but I guess I&#39;ve always been a fan of analyzing things and writing things with a set purpose. My fiction is almost always plotless because I have serious issues with being concise, so the only way I can ever write anything with a purpose is if it involves some sort of singular topic and research. Part of the whole paper thing probably has to do with the fact that I&#39;ve been finding myself missing school, which is a little depressing given the fact that college means very little to me these days and I generally don&#39;t like being there when I have to. I&#39;ve just been bored and lonely. All my friends live out of town or have other things to do, so I sit at home and do nothing all day. Simple but lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very little to say tonight. Lack of sleep and adequate nutrition is definitely catching up to me. Last night, I kept seeing things, and today, I&#39;ve felt kind of out of it. Hopefully it&#39;ll all clear up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2580293326944663645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/aches-and-pains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/2580293326944663645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/2580293326944663645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/aches-and-pains.html' title='Aches and pains'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-4137681901632955498</id><published>2011-07-18T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T04:34:13.073-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="complaints"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="period"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taboo"/><title type='text'>Super period from hell (a.k.a. TMI)</title><content type='html'>I missed my alarm this morning because my phone decided to shut itself off last night, so I woke up sometime between 2:15 and 2:30 (I can&#39;t remember) to terrible cramps. These continued literally all day and just subsided probably an hour or two ago and it&#39;s after 4 AM. Naproxen didn&#39;t seem to work for once and neither did whichever &quot;menstrual relief&quot; pill I&#39;m taking the generic version of. Water didn&#39;t help, green tea with mint didn&#39;t do shit... I felt helpless all day heh. The cramps were the kind that literally made me tense up until they passed, too. Those are the worst. Sometime around 2 AM, I also started getting nauseous and bloated, and I&#39;m still trying to get over that. I know for a fact that there are an intense amount of prostaglandins fucking with my insides right now, hence the nausea and everything else, and I&#39;m pretty sure naproxin or something would help, but I don&#39;t feel like taking it on an empty stomach and I definitely don&#39;t feel like eating. I just can&#39;t win. I feel like my period gets worse every month, so it&#39;s only a matter of time before I give up and do something drastic like render myself infertile heh. I think I&#39;d be pretty okay with that, really, but what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amuses me how freaked out people (both men and women) get when women openly discuss their periods and all the shitty symptoms. Come on, we all know what goes on, and most of us women have to deal with the same shit every month; why can&#39;t we talk about it? I&#39;m getting to the point where I don&#39;t give a shit. I&#39;ll talk about almost anything at this point because I&#39;ve embraced the fact that almost everyone has dealt with it or will deal with it at some point in time, no matter what it is. The world is kind of nice that way; it&#39;s like an instant support group, or it would be if we weren&#39;t all taught to keep so many things quiet, as if there&#39;s something wrong with having a period, questioning sexuality, and a whole slough of other things.  It&#39;s nice to be an open book in that it gives me a lot in common with a lot of people. People approach me for all kinds of different things because they know I&#39;ll understand; I&#39;m pretty up-front about a lot of the things I experience so they don&#39;t feel weird asking most of the time. I think it&#39;s something that also scares a lot of people off, sadly, but I understand how uncomfortable it can be to face something that&#39;s out of your comfort zone, especially if it&#39;s something taboo; trust me, I had to cross that bridge, too. I haven&#39;t always been comfortable with discussing bodily functions or anything like that; it&#39;s something I still have to work on, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, though, that if people hear me and others talk about our own taboo problems enough (digestive disorders, periods, body hair, sexuality, et cetera), they&#39;ll eventually feel like they can do the same. I&#39;m not saying it needs to be shoved in peoples&#39; faces, but maybe in a way, it does, at least until we don&#39;t have to feel ashamed for wanting to have sex with the same gender, not wanting to have sex at all, having gas, having &quot;too much&quot; body hair. It&#39;s all normal and we all know it; we just can&#39;t all openly discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish everyone would wake up and get out of the house so I could have it to myself and continue to attempt to herbally self-medicate until I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4137681901632955498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/super-period-from-hell-aka-tmi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4137681901632955498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4137681901632955498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/super-period-from-hell-aka-tmi.html' title='Super period from hell (a.k.a. TMI)'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-7177589235021382882</id><published>2011-07-15T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T02:01:20.313-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feelings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Cold nights and rising gas prices</title><content type='html'>Today has really been a mixed bag heh. I had a pretty decent day, but the night has been very up and down. I intended to go to yoga today, but, as usual, it didn&#39;t work out, this time because we (Jon and I) ran into Tyler and a friend of his in Tower and got caught up in conversation and then went to buy my sister a late birthday gift. I ended up getting her a really cool Evil Eye thing, which she loves, so I&#39;m glad I finally got that done. After we did that, we went to Trader Joe&#39;s to buy some cheap shit to make dinner with, then to Smart and Final to buy more It&#39;s-Its (because how could we live without those at the Bel-Tower?). The turnout at tonight&#39;s show was pretty bad, but the touring band booked the whole tour themselves, which was cool, and that made it understandable. If they hadn&#39;t had two rooms full of equipment, I&#39;d have given them some cred for booking the tour, but eh. Maybe I&#39;m a snob, but to me, tons and tons of expensive equipment (including a full light show) doesn&#39;t generally count as DIY. The night was pretty cool, aside from a brief period of some unsavory business. I was pretty happy until I went to the gas station to spend my last $5 on gas and had to wait 20 minutes to get gas at all. It didn&#39;t help that it was freezing out tonight. Normally, I&#39;d be stoked for that, but I&#39;m PMSing, I was annoyed, it was windy, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m still not sure how to feel about a few things, but I&#39;m getting a little better, anxiety-wise. Maybe it&#39;s just because I was with friends today. Socializing always helps heh. I definitely need to find a way to make it happen more often. It&#39;s just hard when all of my friends are busy with jobs and shit, broke, or too far away. I feel like I&#39;m kind of stuck in life, but I guess it&#39;s easier this way, at least financially. I&#39;m not truly happy, but I doubt I ever will be, seeing as that&#39;s how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just realized that I&#39;m an emotional voyeur. I know no one really reads this, and I use it almost exlcusively like a private journal, but I like having it where everyone in the world can see it. If I&#39;ve got a problem, I have no problem with talking about it to just about anyone, if they ask. I probably get annoying, but I find my openness a little refreshing, seeing as so many people I know tend to keep everything a secret, as if it really matters heh. I guess I just don&#39;t see a problem with being an open book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don&#39;t know what I&#39;m talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7177589235021382882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/cold-nights-and-rising-gas-prices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7177589235021382882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7177589235021382882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/cold-nights-and-rising-gas-prices.html' title='Cold nights and rising gas prices'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-2902243955827919385</id><published>2011-07-13T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:38:11.073-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boredom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="school"/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I was going to go for a walk, but I decided against it since I knew everyone would want to join me. I&#39;d rather walk alone for a while; it gives me time to zone out. So, here I am, writing yet another totally pointless blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much better today than I have in days. I kind of feel like shit now that I&#39;ve had a Moon Pie even though I was trying to limit my sugar as much as possible today, but I still feel a bit better than I have in a while. It probably helped that we had lunch at Sweet Tomatoes, which I love to fucking death. It&#39;s hard to beat soup, salad, bread, and muffins. I really have become a salad person in the last few years. I won&#39;t eat iceberg lettuce unless I have to, but give me some red leaf lettuce, some spinach, some field greens, and a ton of delicious vegetables and I&#39;m totally set. As a matter of fact, I could go for another salad now. Fuck my doctor&#39;s suggestion to lay off of vegetables; I&#39;m a vegetarian and a salad-fiend, so I&#39;ll eat all the raw vegetables I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at home is really getting old. If the weather stays decent, I&#39;ll spend much more time walking, but it is July, so that can only last for so long. I need to either get really crafty, somehow land a job, or find a friend who will come to me or meet me halfway or something. Maybe I can start a new story that I&#39;ll never finish, or maybe even something that I might be able to finish and submit for publication. For someone who wants to make a career of writing, I&#39;m not doing much with it. It doesn&#39;t help that it&#39;s extremely hard to get started, but I feel like I&#39;m not even trying. I&#39;ve submitted one short story to two publications; not very impressive. Maybe that can be my summer goal: finish a short story, edit the shit out of it until it&#39;s semi-good, and submit it to a few publications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m still dying for a trip to somewhere cooler and more scenic. I&#39;d love to go spend some time alone in the mountains, but I&#39;d also be totally content with a few days in the East Bay, especially because I never get the chance to really explore when I&#39;m there. There are so many places I&#39;ve been meaning to check out, but I always run out of time.  Next time I have the money, I&#39;m going. Fuck responsibility heh; I need to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&#39;m actually really looking forward to school. I&#39;m sick of sitting around and feeling like I have no purpose or reason to wake up. Plus, my schedule&#39;s really not bad. I&#39;ve got classes Monday, Wednesday, and a short day on Friday, which should be kind of nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPus1bi-jfo4I945bnqgsa9NJylxg5hoQacyiUneWVjvYH3V2MxIrkZXlIQ70dk-X3gucoYee5rwOdL3r9VB6HBPesveHFCaSCSDq5phqIthFy8jaqA4IuI_0GhzR2EGKJc1YSMnwa6g/s1600/schedule+fall+2011.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 161px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPus1bi-jfo4I945bnqgsa9NJylxg5hoQacyiUneWVjvYH3V2MxIrkZXlIQ70dk-X3gucoYee5rwOdL3r9VB6HBPesveHFCaSCSDq5phqIthFy8jaqA4IuI_0GhzR2EGKJc1YSMnwa6g/s400/schedule+fall+2011.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629046951713051602&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s all for now, I suppose. I may be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2902243955827919385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/2902243955827919385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/2902243955827919385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPus1bi-jfo4I945bnqgsa9NJylxg5hoQacyiUneWVjvYH3V2MxIrkZXlIQ70dk-X3gucoYee5rwOdL3r9VB6HBPesveHFCaSCSDq5phqIthFy8jaqA4IuI_0GhzR2EGKJc1YSMnwa6g/s72-c/schedule+fall+2011.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-5224940095518495338</id><published>2011-07-12T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:07:13.756-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures"/><title type='text'>4 Miles</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor this morning. As I thought, nothing conclusive, but he wants me to do a certain dreaded test to rule out things like cancer and the myriad of other digestive disorders and diseases. We&#39;ll see how that goes. I&#39;m still trying to figure out what makes my stomach worse and what makes it better. Today, I think I&#39;ve concluded that sugar really does mess me up and I need to start cutting down. Kefir is okay, but the super-rich cake we had for Tami&#39;s birthday made me feel a bit sick heh. Overall, I feel better tonight than I did this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my appointment, I went for a four mile walk since it was still relatively cool out. I listened to Green Day the entire time and just kind of zoned out, as usual. I&#39;m hoping that it&#39;ll cool down so I can take long walks more often, or that I can force myself to start waking up so I can take them. If I could walk four miles a day, I could definitely drop a few pounds heh. Speaking of which, I&#39;m down ten pounds from when I had strep throat. I think that was a few months ago, but either way, any weight loss is good weight loss. If I could lose another 15, I&#39;d be down to 200, which I can live with for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my pictures back from Walgreens. The double exposures worked, but my fingers got in the way every time, unfortunately. Oh, well. This was an experiment, so next time I find a super cheap disposable camera, I&#39;ll try to figure out a way to trigger the flash without curling my fingers up over the lens heh. Maybe I&#39;ll try to smack the camera on my knee or the back of my hand or something. Here are a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchPn25NFasfR0KA7-b_YmqKwXlJKJMi1BkcQBJH1VzE-i70o5iKFvMi5yvW5Rfan64E_GJhk5YQIOP6QKrk_EgxdtP9cLZ_kYbZ1iJ3bVHdB20sdQdubmGLF421kCB3ySMbooSWuIuEA/s1600/58940001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchPn25NFasfR0KA7-b_YmqKwXlJKJMi1BkcQBJH1VzE-i70o5iKFvMi5yvW5Rfan64E_GJhk5YQIOP6QKrk_EgxdtP9cLZ_kYbZ1iJ3bVHdB20sdQdubmGLF421kCB3ySMbooSWuIuEA/s320/58940001.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628727628842102322&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self-portrait with some double-exposure and no fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYg0KN9KGSgJVj3ibvWpK1nxfTWf-eWuzbMp_vCHp97EZlS3ldB4h3A3p9cyuqoiMcoCKLLek3CDF685zAP2gvtiPM3xJxrHk00sfrVZTnQqJCK3ViSlEjZm2F83MrS_1455xc_yh8ZQ/s1600/58940003.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYg0KN9KGSgJVj3ibvWpK1nxfTWf-eWuzbMp_vCHp97EZlS3ldB4h3A3p9cyuqoiMcoCKLLek3CDF685zAP2gvtiPM3xJxrHk00sfrVZTnQqJCK3ViSlEjZm2F83MrS_1455xc_yh8ZQ/s320/58940003.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628728115808597682&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favorite. Incense burner, souvenir keychain, digital download card for Unfun, juice bottle, fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRw5lui1G76bTrJ4Ih8nXSlTQpUb7p75DDC6D3L3zB4kN32sNR_Nr1xDS8GaclQo2X3VskVBRMkkoVVKxywn_Qrno-OqHOTmqEIhk5ddQQmW6Sg9L1YNBG2qlFg_dxz7x0ZYLl-PgVej0/s1600/58940006.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRw5lui1G76bTrJ4Ih8nXSlTQpUb7p75DDC6D3L3zB4kN32sNR_Nr1xDS8GaclQo2X3VskVBRMkkoVVKxywn_Qrno-OqHOTmqEIhk5ddQQmW6Sg9L1YNBG2qlFg_dxz7x0ZYLl-PgVej0/s320/58940006.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628729254122735522&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely another favorite for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Blogger&#39;s giving me issues with pictures, so that&#39;s all. I may post more to flickr, and they&#39;re all on my Facebook and Google+ profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5224940095518495338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/4-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/5224940095518495338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/5224940095518495338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/4-miles.html' title='4 Miles'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchPn25NFasfR0KA7-b_YmqKwXlJKJMi1BkcQBJH1VzE-i70o5iKFvMi5yvW5Rfan64E_GJhk5YQIOP6QKrk_EgxdtP9cLZ_kYbZ1iJ3bVHdB20sdQdubmGLF421kCB3ySMbooSWuIuEA/s72-c/58940001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-3801640610616175478</id><published>2011-07-11T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T02:05:44.700-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>More plans</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve got really bad aerophagia, which is a condition in which one swallows air in order to belch in hopes of relieving indigestion, heartburn, gas, pain, pressure, and all kinds of other shit. I&#39;ve had this problem for a couple years and I still haven&#39;t really made a conscious effort to change it. There&#39;s no medication for it as far as I&#39;m aware, so it requires something like cognitive behavioral therapy, and while I&#39;m pretty decent at that, sometimes it&#39;s way too hard not to give in and just swallow a bit of air heh. I&#39;m trying to get myself to stop doing that now because I&#39;m sick of belching and feeling bloated all the time heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m also planning to go to the doctor soon, finally. I haven&#39;t had a physical in years and I&#39;m probably due for some blood work, so I need to get that done. In addition to that, I&#39;m planning to add some more herbs and supplements to my diet and try to see what works. I&#39;d also like to do an elimination diet and focus on wheat products first. I want to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&#39;s blog is short and not as angsty as usual. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3801640610616175478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/3801640610616175478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/3801640610616175478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/more-plans.html' title='More plans'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-639993530771777021</id><published>2011-07-10T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T03:19:59.147-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature"/><title type='text'>Cure-Alls</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m now on the oh-so exclusive Google+. So far, it&#39;s definitely not bad. It&#39;s simple, ad-free, easy-to-use, and full of tutorials and explanations. I definitely like that I can choose who sees what, which is incredibly difficult to do on Facebook. I don&#39;t have to delete or block someone in order to keep them from seeing something heh. Gossip will be fun! (Kidding. Gossip is reserved for real life and the occasional IM conversation.) I have high hopes for the site. I know it&#39;ll be a lot more fun once Jon and John aren&#39;t my only friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a little better. Not without drama, but I made myself clear, I think. I&#39;m not really one to back down when I set my mind on something, so I think that in a week or so, I&#39;ll have an easier time of these changes. (Maybe not, considering I&#39;ll probably be menstrual, but after that, I should be good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that for me, there are two things that can cure just about any shitty feelings I might have: yoga and Green Day. Jawbreaker helps, too, of course, but that&#39;s best for anger and general angst while Green Day can address just about anything I&#39;m feeling. Longing for love? Having an internal crisis? Feeling alone and all-around fucked up? Green Day&#39;s got a song for it. I feel like if you don&#39;t at least sort of enjoy Green Day, you can&#39;t be human or you&#39;ve just never paid adequate attention to their music. A lot of people (da punx, especially) like to write them off as &quot;faggy pop-punk sell-outs&quot; or something, but I think that&#39;s bullshit. To each their own, of course, but... Eh, if I go on, I&#39;ll go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m really getting into the habit of blogging more frequently. I kind of like that. Even though I&#39;m just venting and no one&#39;s really reading, it feels good to write my thoughts down publicly. Writing is writing, as far as I&#39;m concerned, and every little bit helps me improve in some small way. I&#39;m probably too good at bitching about stupid things, but eh, it&#39;s still practice. It has to count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at home doing nothing is getting really old. I need a vacation ASAP. My mind is incredibly set on a week or two alone or mostly-alone in the mountains or somewhere woodsy. I think I need time away from people, buildings, technology, and the stress that comes with living in today&#39;s world and some quality time with myself and nature. I&#39;m no hippie, but I think we&#39;d all be a lot better off if we stopped focusing so much on chemicals, technology, money, and possessions and just took more time to focus on ourselves (inside and out) and the earth. I think the reason long walks are so calming is because they allow us to zone out and be alone for a while, which tends to help us (or me, at least) pick up on things in our surroundings that we&#39;ve never really noticed before. It&#39;s nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sink back into negativity, it&#39;s probably time to attempt to get to sleep. I&#39;ve been tired for hours, probably because I haven&#39;t slept well in days, but if I start thinking too much, I&#39;ll be up all night. Clearing my mind and repeating positive things to myself is getting a little easier now. I just have to keep telling myself &quot;you&#39;re the most important thing in your life.&quot; I think I forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/639993530771777021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/cure-alls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/639993530771777021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/639993530771777021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/cure-alls.html' title='Cure-Alls'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-7518029909622979238</id><published>2011-07-09T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T02:50:08.903-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="changes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Last night, I made a difficult decision to temporarily (hopefully) remove myself from a friendship that&#39;s been really fucking me up mentally for a long time. I&#39;m totally used to those, but I figure it&#39;s time to draw the line. I&#39;ve never been one to pretend to think or feel a certain way just because I feel obliged, or because it&#39;s &quot;the norm&quot;; I prefer to be honest and just suffer the consequences, especially these days. I feel like this friend is making some very serious mistakes and have done my best to make them understand that I&#39;m not being a bitch, that I&#39;m concerned and want what&#39;s best for them, but I think it&#39;s best for both of us if I just step out. They have decisions to make and I&#39;ll do nothing but nag about the way I see things, and I&#39;d rather not to that right now, for both of our sakes. I&#39;ll reevaluate myself and their own feelings when I don&#39;t feel like my life is one big panic attack, and if things work themselves out, good; if not, I&#39;m about ready to move on. Needless to say, it&#39;s gonna be on my mind for a long time, and it isn&#39;t easy, but I&#39;m working through it. I feel guilty, depressed, worried, torn, and a million other things, but I&#39;m trying not to let that get in the way of my &quot;mental recovery&quot;, as it were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the DVD for my upcoming workshop and movie night came in. I&#39;m going to check it out sometime very soon and possibly report back on it. I have high hopes, especially given the soundtrack (which includes J Church, who I adore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; other news, I feel pretty much friendless. I&#39;ve got the Bel-Tower crew, of course, but I often feel alienated from them (for some reason), and I can&#39;t always be in Fresno, unfortunately. Everyone&#39;s in Fresno now, and if not Fresno, the Bay Area. I&#39;d kill to be up there more often, especially because some of my favorite and most missed people are up there, but I can&#39;t afford it, which is definitely depressing. Although gas is cheaper than it was not long ago, I can&#39;t really afford more than two or three trips to Fresno a week, so if I went up there, I&#39;d be fucked for a week. It might be worth it, really, but it&#39;s hard to come up with enough money to get up there at once. I desperately need a job of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do feel like shit lately, but I actually feel kind of hopeful about myself (not so much other people). I think I need to take time to focus on myself and really make an effort to improve my mental well-being, which will eventually improve my physical well-being, I think. My stomach&#39;s been better lately, which is good. I&#39;m not sure if it&#39;s the yoga I&#39;ve been doing, the herbs I&#39;ve been taking, or just the fact that I&#39;ve been making an effort to really change things for myself. If it means leaving some people behind for a while, so be it; I need to put myself first for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7518029909622979238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7518029909622979238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7518029909622979238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-7725754297572443773</id><published>2011-07-07T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:52:09.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Friends&quot;</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m almost totally convinced there&#39;s no such thing as a real friend in the traditional sense of the word. Yes, I realize that means I&#39;m also not a true friend, but that&#39;s probably the case, despite the fact that I&#39;ve gone to great lengths for some friends, spent too much money on others, and made myself available to some people at all times. Everyone I&#39;ve ever been close to (aside from maybe one person, good old Jenny from elementary school) has suddenly changed on me (of course, all at different times). Every best friend I&#39;ve ever had has eventually distanced his or herself for no apparent reason, made his or herself scarce for probably a year or so, then come back around as one of those &quot;we used to be friends, but now we&#39;re more like acquaintances&quot; deals. Not that there&#39;s anything wrong with that, but I&#39;d love to be one of those people who&#39;s got at least one best friend left hanging around. I&#39;m sure I&#39;ve changed, too, but I know for a fact I&#39;ve never been the one to ditch the friendship for a boyfriend, school, work, God, or drugs. Of course, school and work are very important things, and so are some relationships, but I feel like people forget things exist outside of those things. I&#39;m still here (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn&#39;t there be some sort of balance? Maybe I just don&#39;t know what it&#39;s like because I&#39;ve never had a boyfriend or a job, I&#39;ve never done drugs or believed in God, and I don&#39;t spend as much time as I should on school, but I think I do a decent job of managing friendships, shows, school, and my various projects. Maybe I&#39;m wrong about that, but no one&#39;s ever mentioned it to me yet. Then again, maybe they haven&#39;t noticed because they&#39;re busy with better people and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve finally reached a point in my life where I just don&#39;t give a fuck anymore. It took almost twenty years, but I&#39;m sick of being walked on. I&#39;m sick of being used and putting more into something than anyone else will. I&#39;m sick of holding onto relationships that are doing nothing but hurting me. (I think this is becoming a duplicate of my last blog, but I need to rant about this shit lately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I finally give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7725754297572443773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7725754297572443773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7725754297572443773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/friends.html' title='&quot;Friends&quot;'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-7381285033250017214</id><published>2011-07-06T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T02:28:54.886-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Eh.</title><content type='html'>Today was okay. I got out of the house late, so I missed yoga, unfortunately, but I suppose I can just do my bed-yoga, as usual. It&#39;s better than nothing, but it&#39;s not as good as yoga done on a flat, hard surface under the direction of someone who knows what they&#39;re doing. DIY, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I&#39;ve eaten nothing but a sourdough English muffin with a little honey and butter, a cup of strawberry yogurt, a few bites of salad, and a few handfuls of trail mix. I don&#39;t know whether to be proud of myself or concerned about my daily nutrients. I sometimes wonder if the reason I tend to be so worn out is because I don&#39;t get enough calories, protein, or vitamins and minerals on a daily basis. I&#39;m sure most people would insist I get plenty of calories (because, you know, fat people always eat junk food and lots of it), but I average somewhere between 600 and 1200 calories a day unless I&#39;ve eaten fast food. It&#39;s not exactly a healthy number, but society has trained me to be low-calorie heh. I know calories aren&#39;t the only factor in weight gain, but it&#39;s hard to remember that sometimes. I&#39;m not all about losing weight, but I wouldn&#39;t mind dropping a couple dozen pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&#39;m done with a few people. Of course, I&#39;ll continue to be civil because that&#39;s what I do, and I&#39;ll hang out if I&#39;m invited, but I&#39;m done making the effort to contact them. If other things are so important that our friendship comes last, that&#39;s fine. I think I&#39;ve finally learned to let go. It feels nice after probably over a decade of just holding on to shitty friends who wear me out and bring me down. I&#39;d rather be alone, even though it gets old. I&#39;m tired of people changing to the point that I feel like I hardly even know them anymore. I know people change and I understand that, but I shouldn&#39;t feel obligated to stick around for those changes if they make me uncomfortable or upset. I stick with people who stick with me, not people who only want me around when it&#39;s convenient. Fuck that. I&#39;m tired of being used like that and I&#39;m not going to do it any more. I doubt any of the people I&#39;m referring to have ever read my blog, and I kind of doubt they ever will (and I don&#39;t blame them), but I hope they&#39;ll get the hint. I doubt they&#39;ll even notice, but that kind of only proves my point. Whatever. Long story short, I&#39;m good at picking shitty friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7381285033250017214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7381285033250017214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/7381285033250017214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/eh.html' title='Eh.'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-4972726748427284579</id><published>2011-07-03T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:43:23.485-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zines"/><title type='text'>Wordpress and a 24 hour zine challenge</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve apparently had a Wordpress account just sitting around for ages, so I decided to start using it the other day. I was going to just post the same things on this blog and the Wordpress, but I decided I&#39;d rather not. This blog will continue to be updated semi-frequently with boring, pointless rants, complaints, and fleeting bits of excitement while the other one will house decent bits of writing and such. If you&#39;re interested in that, you can find it at &lt;a href=&quot;sxretton.wordpress.com&quot;&gt;sxretton.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;. Wordpress is like a completely different world and I&#39;m definitely still feeling my way around, but I&#39;ll get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided today to participate in the &quot;24 Hour Zine Thing,&quot; which is a challenge that involves choosing any 24 hours in the month of July and devoting them to making a 24 page zine. The zine must be conceived, created, and assembled within the 24 hours of your choosing and then sent in to the distro that runs the challenge. Once they get it, you get a button and the chance to have your zine distro&#39;d. Not a bad deal. I&#39;ve never done anything longer than 14 pages, and my longest zine took probably 8 or 9 months to finish, but since it&#39;s summer, I&#39;m bored, and I&#39;m feeling creative lately, I think I&#39;m up for the challenge. I&#39;m going to spend my next few days gathering up some collage materials and such so I&#39;ll be ready to make my zine in a few days. The plan is to do the minimum of 24 pages, 1/2 size (as always), use color (at the very least for the cover), and use approximately 98% art instead of just scribbling jumbled prose all over it for once. We&#39;ll see about that. If you&#39;d like more information on that, you can go to their site at &lt;a href=&quot;http://24hourzines.com/&quot;&gt;24hourzines.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we&#39;re going to be working on a compilation tape for The Bel-Tower&#39;s first anniversary. The plan is to have one side of locals, one side of out-of-town bands who&#39;ve come through. If anyone reading this has anything to offer, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4972726748427284579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordpress-and-24-hour-zine-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4972726748427284579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4972726748427284579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordpress-and-24-hour-zine-challenge.html' title='Wordpress and a 24 hour zine challenge'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670779852178638102.post-4330052157169889774</id><published>2011-07-01T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:33:58.209-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I attempted to write a blog yesterday (or was it the day before?) about a number of things, but Blogger was down. Go figure; when I have nothing to say, it works like a charm, but when I actually have things to discuss, it&#39;s nowhere to be found. Oh, well. C&#39;est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was great. The turnout was small, but the bands were great, as were the people who stuck around. Now that we &quot;suddenly don&#39;t allow alcohol&quot; (we never did, people), it&#39;s easy to see who comes around for the shows and who only shows up to drink. It&#39;s a bit depressing, really, but again, that&#39;s life; a lot of people are into all the right things for all the wrong reasons. The scene goes through cycles and this is just one of those purging periods. The binge, which was fantastic, is over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idiots in my neighborhood just busted out the illegal fireworks. Guess that means it&#39;s party time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, I really am going to do a cleanse, and I really am going to eat better, exercise, yadda yadda. I&#39;m tired of feeling like shit for one reason or another. I have been a little more creatively-inclined again lately, which is fantastic. I want to write, draw, paint, and take pictures all the time lately. Pretty soon, I&#39;m going to go buy the cheapest disposable cameras I can find and start snapping pictures everywhere. Most of them won&#39;t come out, but that&#39;s half the fun of film; you never know what you&#39;ll end up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to share a couple pictures I took on my phone when I went on a two-hour walk the other night, but I&#39;m too lazy to transfer them to my laptop. In any case, it was a beautiful day and that was one of the best walks of my life. I hope the opportunity for another arises very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SXR</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4330052157169889774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4330052157169889774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/670779852178638102/posts/default/4330052157169889774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sxr-unfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>SXR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11318236684333756161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaY7F4gBXDDOGBbpSyyvKcDumImEqE9Jxsk37uM4tpwtUWa17U0h35dadEzhcLDvMv0j59Xg8IOgJdUn4SUUciGCCsUhSj89Sp9wng1s3qc4WWr9CGV03eAabXdvvsfU/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>