Name's Samantha, and I like cats, coffee, books, video games, fighting ignorance, and Victorian houses. Not necessarily in that order. .gr_custom_container_1438614617 { /* customize your Goodreads widget container here*/ border: 1px solid gray; border-radius:10px; padding: 10px 5px 10px 5px; background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #000000; width: 200px } .gr_custom_header_1438614617 { /* customize your Goodreads header here*/ border-bottom: 1px solid gray; width: 100%; margin-bottom: 5px; text-align: center; font-size: 80% } .gr_custom_each_container_1438614617 { /* customize each individual book container here */ width: 100%; clear: both; margin-bottom: 10px; overflow: auto; padding-bottom: 4px; border-bottom: 1px solid #aaa; } .gr_custom_book_container_1438614617 { /* customize your book covers here */ overflow: hidden; height: 60px; float: left; margin-right: 4px; width: 39px; } .gr_custom_author_1438614617 { /* customize your author names here */ font-size: 10px; } .gr_custom_tags_1438614617 { /* customize your tags here */ font-size: 10px; color: gray; } .gr_custom_rating_1438614617 { /* customize your rating stars here */ float: right; } Recently Read by Me Wifey Redux by Kevin Barry Out of the Dust by Karen Hesse tagged: personal-library-hard-copy Wide Awake and Dreaming: A Memoir by Julie Flygare Calling Dr. Laura: A Graphic Memoir by Nicole J. Georges The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien tagged: personal-library-hard-copy Share book reviews and ratings with Samantha, and even join a book club on Goodreads.
Edited photographer note: I took this photo of fireflies (lightning bugs) in almost complete darkness. I was completely surrounded by them and witnessed one of the most amazing and magical natural phenomena – fireflies that synchronize.
Photo by Radim Schreiber (Fairfield, Iowa, USA); Elkmont, Tennessee
From our 13th Annual Photo Contest. Winners announced in the spring!
So, because of insurance, I couldn’t get modafinil without a sleep study. And since I’m not exactly rolling in the dough for that kind of procedure, my doctor ended up prescribing me adderall. Well, the generic. But whatev.
Started this past Saturday, to see how I felt on the stuff, how long it lasted, and general things like that. SI decided to only take one pill on Saturday, and decide when I should take the second dose from there (mainly because of my reaction when I sampled Nuvigil, I know that I still crashed if taking a large amount at once). I got tired and took a nap about 5 1/2 hours after taking it.
Yesterday, I took my first dose and set an alarm for 5 1/2 hours after. I was still feeling alright by the time the alarm went off, so I decided to wait and see if I did get tired. Which I did, around 4:30. So, I thought, why not take the 2nd one now, and see if I still want to nap?
And, soon after, the feeling went away. I managed to stay awake the entirety of a weekend day for the first time in a LONG time. Which is where the title kind of comes from. I made the comment to The Boy around 8:30/9pm that today (meaning yesterday) felt like such a long day, and he laughed.
And I was able to get things done this weekend that I’d been putting off (or not had the focus to do) for years. Like, logging my receipts on a spreadsheet, to eventually be used as a balance sheet. I was telling my mom about getting some stuff cleared up around the apartment, and she said, “Don’t talk to me about that.” [subtext: you are making me feel bad for how much shit I need to do.] I then said, “Well, I’m on Adderall, so...not exactly the same.” [subtext: I’m on a stimulant, so I have the extra energy and alertness to help motivate.]
So, there’s some progress. The only issue is there’s currently a minor side-effect I might be experiencing: digestive issues. It could be a result of the chipotle mayo and sauteed onions on my lunch sandwich, but we’ll see.
American here:
So, basically they both derive from the Native American tribe called the Kansa. However, Arkansas was the French way to say the name--like most French words, an “s” at the end is silent. Kansas was the English interpretation, with “s” being pronounced.
Of course, this has been debated before. And Arkansas made an official declaration in 1881 about which one was correct and put in the state code.
TL;DR--same source word + different language interpretations = different pronunciations.
Warning for the squeamish/wimpy: this post is about my period.
So, I have my pill lined up real nice: I’m a Thursday starter, my cramps usually start around noon on Saturday, and I’m spotting/bleeding by Saturday night. It makes the pain more bearable, because I can nap/be a couch bum/whine/etc. without feeling bad and without it affecting my work.
Unfortunately, two months ago, I was changed to the generic Gildess over the namebrand Microgestin, and that’s throwing off my body’s reaction to stuff.
So this month, I’m currently cramping on a Monday while at work. Wonderful.
You have three islands. Divide them into groups of one. The straight island, the gay island, and the lesbian island. The straight island is going to reproduce and keep going strong for millions of generations to come. The gay and lesbian islands will both wipe out in not even one century. This isn’t just about religion or morals, it’s just simple common sense. Being gay is unnatural, and not just because God said so, but because you yourself wouldn’t even be born without a REAL natural man and woman. And no, there is no such thing as a lesbian bone marrow “thing” to have children. That’s a biased fact that came from a lesbian scientist who has false opinions. If it’s not a real penis or vagina, then it’s fucking false and you’re just opinionated by dumb facts. I’m done here. Read over what I said and if you still think that being gay is normal and natural, then I hope you achieve some common sense one day. Bye
I just have SO MANY questions. Why were we all separated onto different islands? Did the government sanction this? If so, why? Why didn’t we revolt against this tyrannical government? Where are these islands? How were they chosen? Are the continents of the world abandoned? What kind of resources are on each island? Are they the same or different? Does each island have a right to form its own government or does the government that segregated us still rule? If so, what island do they rule from and how do they communicate with the other two islands? If they can communicate with the other two islands, can all three islands communicate with each other? If the straight people keep reproducing, won’t their island become overpopulated and their resources depleted? Islands only have so much space right? Do straight people stop having gay kids? Isn’t it a fact that, to date, straight people are the largest manufacturers of gay kids? If a gay kid is born on straight island, do they get sent to their appropriate island? Wouldn’t that aid in the re-population of gay and lesbian island? What about people who are attracted to more than one gender? Are they just lost at sea, floating aimlessly? Is the ocean full of listless pansexuals, floating nowhere? Or are they trapped in some sort of purgatory because they don’t fit on any one island? Are there trees on lesbian island? Is it conceivable that if there were, a large group of lesbians could build a boat? Have you ever seen lesbians around timber? If they built a boat, could they travel to gay island? How far apart are the islands? If they could travel to gay island, would they be able to collect semen, return to lesbian island, and repopulate the island? Would they be able to send some of those children to gay island? Do trans people exist in this world? If so, wouldn’t they be able to aid in repopulation? If the lesbians decided to declare war on the heterosexuals, would they be able to reach their island? On the way to heterosexual island, could the lesbians pick up the gays and scoop the floating bisexuals from the sea? If so, would they all be able to go and attack heterosexual island together, wiping out its people’s, stealing its children and taking all its resources? Does this fantasy world get you off at night? Please write back soon!
I am so here for an asexual sky nation. We live in floating cities and master the wind currents. Newly minted ace youths are sent up to us in baskets suspended under hot air balloons. We breed giant birds to bear us through the skies, or else build ourselves wings and gliders to fly in their midst. The only land we know are the tallest mountain peaks and the world is a bright blue gem spreading out beneath us.
(And we will of course be providing air support for the impending attack on Straight Island)
You spend part of your time on lesbian island, learning the stories, and traditions, and part of your time in the vast floating asexual cities, training with your eagle so that you can one day become one of the chosen few: the messengers, who carry letters and passengers between islands, jumping the heterosexual blockades. When you enter this select group, you’re assigned the job of collecting reports from spies pretending to heterosexual on straight island, flying in at the dead of night, risking discovery to collect vital intelligence. You fall in love with a pansexual girl who’s chosen to hide her orientation so she can aid the Resistance. At the climax of the novel, you swoop down from above on your giant eagle to rescue your lady love from a frenzied mob. As straight island burns in the background, you share a chaste kiss and cuddle while discussing the possibility of a mountain-top pansexual outpost.
So, I'm a white girl in America. Even though my parents are at the lower end of middle class, I have not experienced poverty. Basically, I try to help others with the privilege I have received. Today, I was walking downtown, and a homeless guy complimented my hat, and asked to trade. Obviously I'm not going to trade, but hell, it's a basic knit hat. I have more at home. So I'm like you can have it if you want it. Apparently, this opened a door that I didn't even know existed. That door was named "I'm going to proceed to ask you about all aspects of your life." Like my job. Where I'm from. If I'm seeing someone. If I wanna go out for coffee. Another thing about me? I get anxious around strangers asking me personal questions when I'm not expecting it. So, yeah. I cut out as soon as possible. So much for trying to be nice.
Raise your hand if you started off as an overachiever and now you’re fighting off crippling anxiety and depression as you watch people catch up and surpass you while you watch your own grades slowly slip
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