Easter and then some

So I keep having dreams/nightmares about grad school. I am totally one of those people who dreams the night before a big test that they didn't study and totally bomb the test...naked. Cause that is just insult to injury.
I have been organizing my comics. A feat I severely underestimated. I figured I had maybe a couple hundred. Well I have probably around six hundred. Oh hobbies.
It is snowing. I have to walk to class in this!! While I guess I will miss how pretty the snow is, I will not miss walking to school in it.
Easter conclusions: traumatizing babies is both entertaining and hilarious. So my second cousin’s girlfriend’s baby was at the festivities and she was I think seven weeks old. Her face was either: happy, screaming, crying or concerned. She would scrunch up her eyebrows at all sorts of things. My Aunt like to play silly games at big family get togethers and one of the games this time around was dominos. Not playing the actual game but setting them up to knock them down. Way harder than it sounds! After doing a big long row down some stairs (which Bree got to knock over after answering a questions right) I was working on a spiral with my cousin. My dad is sitting near by with said baby. The baby threw one of her toys into the dominos knocking over several rows and my cousin, Bree and myself all yell “No!” After realizing the damage was minimal we look over to the baby and crack up because her race is twisted into a very concerned and confused mixture. Through the laughter we attempt to make the baby happy again and all is well. Then we let the baby knock over the finished spiral. There is video of this my aunt took. You see the baby grab the first domino and succeed in not knocking any of the others over. My dad swoops her down for a another pass and she sets the spiral going. When it finishes the family (everyone is gathered around watching) cheers and you see the baby’s face scrunch up and burst into tears. I am pretty sure this baby will grow up to be afraid of dominos and perhaps never know why.

So...

It has been awhile. I found this website all about what a Dick Superman is. To be fair many of his comics were written in like the 60's but still.
Check it out.

I am...

So this coming week I have five tests and a circus show. The show is on Saturday with a plethora of practices and dress rehearsals before then. I guess dress rehearsals are also practices but they are so much more I refuse to just list one or the other. I have way more line than before because: The basic premise of our show is that it is the day after a show and one member is missing(foul play is presumed). An inspector comes in and questions all the circus members which leads then to describing the night before thus segueing into actual circus acts. At first my only lines where when I went in to talk to the inspector and now due to a random assortments of events I am the inspector(batman)*. Which means I have a lot more lines to memorize and went out today with Bree and found a kick ass, very inspector like rain coaty thing. I am insanely excited for the show. If only I didn't have so much school between now and then...

*This will probably only make sense to Robin but to clarify I am only the inspector and not batman.**
**I am batman.

I so did not get this at first but Bree explained it to me and now I find it hilarious.

Two Months!!!

So I have not written since before school started. Coincidence!?! No sir! These last three weeks I have had no less than three tests a week. Add homework, Japanese presentations(in Japanese!), social life(not happening!) and a circus show on the 11th and I am swamped! I am way excited for the show as I have three drag acts in it(one solo, two with Bree plus others) and Bree and I are in the script and everything!!! Which is crazy fun and sometimes just plain crazy. I expect the number of posts I put up will be negatively correlated to the number of tests I have per week.

And we are...off!

Bree actually pointed this one out to me before I checked the site!!! A good find indeed. Oh superhero jokes, will I ever get sick of you?
So we leave at five a.m. tomorrow morning to drive straight to Story, Wyoming. 16ish hour drive depending on lots of things but hopefully it will be shorter than that if anything. I am a lot less worried now for absolutely no reason. I think my paranoia comes in waves. Before I was convinced that somehow every turn we made we would be confronted with drunk drivers, burglars, rapists, conservatives(scarier than I want them to be because I am gay and proud...dammit....) and plain bad luck and now I am all “That’s silly.” Well at least I am over it. Now I am really excited!!! Yay nature! Here we come!!!

I am so lost!!!

So major frustration over here. Evan informed me a while ago he would not go with Bree and I to Wyoming for reasons I shall not get into but the point is since he really wanted to go, has gone before and was more or less down with it we thought he was going. So now we are the only two going. I really want to go but I am not sure that: a. my mother would allow me to go alone with Bree/ I myself have worries b. how we would make a 15 hour drive just the two of us if we didn't stop and c. how safe we would be stopping in an unknown town alone. The whole thing is driving me nuts. Our friend Ashley might go but we do not yet know if she will. She doesn't drive either. I dunno what to do. I want to go. This is not in question. I am way freaked about the idea of going alone and Erin will probably tell me Bree and I can't under any circumstances. I hate that we can't. I hate the fact that since we are two women we will not be as safe as a couple that was a man and a women. I hate that I lack the confidence to go alone because I worry we will be in danger. I will call Ash tomorrow and see what she says but either way I have my reservations. I don't think Bree cares about going alone and I don't want my reservations to stop her from being able to do something... but I also don't want to do something realistically possibly dangerous just because I in theory should be able to. I was feeling so in control and now I feel totally shot. Any advice would be appreciated.
On top of all of this I am writing a major paper for my Research Methods class. In this class I must get and A to keep my 3.5(exactly) grade point average.

Studys are boring to read about

So in the last few days I have participated in many a study. I have to for my research methods class but hey they still are not bad. I got a free muffin in one and I was starved!!! That one was weird because it supposedly measured if sugar effects how well you do certain tasks (judging how much water in a bottle would fill several cups or judging the diameter of a circle without a ruler) but so far everyone I talked to was in the muffin group and while I could statistically show how impossible this is I wont because statistics was last semester(though that doesn't stop me from doing the math and not telling you). Anyways you had a coke can, water bottle and sobe bottle as well as the little cups. At the beginning of the experiment(the researcher/grad student left while I performed it) the researcher told me to throw out my materials and the instructions on the computer(where I put in my answers) also told me to do this. I wondered if it was actually a study about following directions because seriously I could have had like ten snickers because and they never would have known. It didn't make a lot of sense for how it was measuring sugar intake and your ability to perform tasks. So I ask my classmates who participated if they threw out their stuff in the trash cans provided which were empty for all of us when we entered the room. They did and we mentioned how it was weird they didn't reuse at least the bottles. I took my materials. The things is there where two trash cans, one a little smaller than the other but they were not labeled so I assumed they were not recycling cans. I wanted to recycling my stuff so I took it. The researcher was very clear that I was to dispose of that stuff. My class mates think I ruined the experiment somehow.
Another experiment I was in involved filling out questionnaires then writing out a sexual fantasy in explicit detail. Oh yeah that is what it involved. So it was a bit awkward doing this in a room full of mostly stranger. To top it off in the middle of writing a horn honks. Not like a car horn, it was like a bike horn. Like the kind a clown would use. We all kinda laughed and I said it ruined the mood. The last study I did was purely filling out surveys mostly about attitudes toward homosexuals, relationship violence(including straight and gay couples) and stereotypically masculine and feminine traits. So the whole thing was fine till the end where there was a girl and guy section. I go to the girl section of course and it has things like "Do you find men more sexy when they are in control or when you are in control of sex?" and you had to pick one... n/a???? The thing is the rest of the questionnaires were totally gay friendly till this last one were half the questions made no sense for me. The thing about studies is you really need to answer everything and so I go up to the grad student(who was this very nice seeming chick) and ask her what to say as I am a lesbian. She says that is just what she hates about that part of the questionnaire(that it is not gay friendly) and asks me to just assume the man in all the questions is a woman. She later explains it was the only reputable scale for what it was measuring(reactions toward stereotypically masculine and feminine behavior) and gave us tips for how to study for our Research Methods class as our prof is really really hard. This is not the first previous student to tell us this. Awesome.
Other than school I don't do much. We had a circus meeting last night and I am excited about doing more shows. My b day is next Thursday but that doesn't mean much other than that I am driving to Tucson(which I can hardly afford) to see Mariah cause she wants to see me. Ah well she sounds excited and that is what counts.