Selfies from multiple angles.

AHH FINALLY BACK TO HOME WIFI TIME FOR ALL THE REPLIES I MISSED WOO

Haha gas station new haircut selfie
2 hours till I’m home

So my mom, this evening, brought up that she might have a steady babysitting gig for me with a family I’ve sat for before. They have two kids, Elizabeth and Henry. My mom asked how they were when I watched them last, and I told her “I liked them, they were really fun and cute.” -which they were.
She then proceeded to ask if “it was true that Henry wore girl clothes”. Which yes, when I watched the two kids, Henry was introduced to me wearing a pink night gown. His parents told me that he preferred “girl clothes” and so they let him wear them. Which is great, you don’t get much of that in my small town.
But my mom went on to tell me that Henry had decided he wanted to wear “boy clothes” because the kids at daycare made fun of him, and Henry’s mother was upset because she didn’t want anyone making him feel like he had to dress a certain way. My mom practically snickered, saying it was Henry’s mother’s fault for not just forcing him to wear “normal clothes” from the start. She implied that it was ridiculous that she go along with her sons preferences instead of just forcing stereotypes on him.

I think what bothers me about this the most is that she basically did that to me. As a kid I hated wearing skirts. I liked to play in the mud and get dirty and I couldn’t do that in skirts or “cute girly clothes” because I had to keep them clean to keep them cute. So I came to hate wearing skirts because to me they meant a restriction of freedom. So as I grew up, once I was allowed to really actually pick my own clothes shopping- not have my mom hold up two things SHE liked and choose the less terrible one- I chose jeans and tshirts as a standard. That was what was comfortable, durable, I could do anything I needed to. But whenever I would have to dress nice - ie: a skirt - my family would laugh at me. My mom would make comments like “why don’t you wear that more often it’s so much cuter than your dumb tshirts”, and my dad would tease “ha-ha, you have you wear a skirt”. So I wore them as infrequently as possible to avoid the comments. To this day, as a 19 year old college student, I get nervous wearing a skirt because of this. And that’s not okay.

I don’t normally post stuff like this because there is so much of this out there already, and it’s not any new information or even really anything to help resolve this issue, but this is something that is not okay.

I just want to wear what I want. I want to be able to wear what I will be comfortable in. And I want Henry to be able to wear what he is comfortable in. I want every person in the world to be able to wear what they are comfortable in. Whether its a tshirt or a dress or a pink night gown, it shouldn’t matter what we’re wearing. It shouldn’t matter how Henry dresses. It should matter that he is a smart, cute, well behaved child. And that goes for everyone.
Wear what you want, and don’t listen to my mom.

Ugh no mom nonono stop you’re so judgemental please stop it’s gonna be a long summer.

In French I had to write an essay on how I would cultivate my metaphorical garden, so I talked about all the stuff I was passionate about. At one point I mentioned drawing sharks made of pizza and then on the last page I drew pizza shark doing all the things I had talked about. There were no comments about it when I got it back, but she did draw a cat in the margin when I talked about how there are lots of cats on the Internet.

finals week update: I am a lion

Arranging move-out.

Did I ever post this video here? this is important to watch.

Also I bought a wand. It chose me.

A sample from a presentation I am giving in an hour. 

Oh wifi within viewing distance of Seattle U, don’t ever change.

I won Gus Rachel’s book and cd and also he drew me a cat. 

Okay, doctor who has been watched how much of eurovision did I miss?

I came back from a shower to find my roommate gone and this cat on her bed instead??