I am taking a full 9 credit hours:
A Reading/Survey course in 20th Century American History
*Lots of reading. Maybe even too much reading.
History of U.S. Foreign Policy
*Lots of bullshit. And lots of International Relations majors.
History of Soviet Russia
*This is an interesting class! Once we get past pre-1917 Russia.
Feb 08, 01:02PM PST | 0 comments
I’ve been working between school on my days off to do some thrift shopping and some parusing of different places to hopefully make my apartment seem a little more mature. Right now, no room is all the way done (unless you want to count the bathroom.)
Right now I’m working from the bedroom out. Right now I’m looking for a used wingback or victorian era chair that I can learn to reupholster myself. I’m big into the do it yourself projects, so I feel that while it’d be challenging to do it myself, I’d find it really fun.
My bedroom is inspired from French noir art, and so far, I just need a white display/bookcase that is narrow to put in the corner, and a wingback chair that will be comphy enough to read in by the window, and look really nice.
If you have any ideas from the DC area, let me know!
Feb 08, 12:58PM PST | 0 comments
I live in Washington DC. My parents live in Florida. My relationship has been, for most of my life, centered around my mother.
My father and I see each other almost daily when I’m home. We talk, but it’s strained most of the time and almost always centered around school. I love my father, but his relationship with his own mother, and women in general is strained at best, so he has trouble connecting with the things I’m interested in.
I call my mother ever Sunday, just to talk. She’s more of the emotional rock in my family relationship. In high school, I hated my mom. She was the lady that wanted me to put on makeup, dress myself up, go be social with people around me. At the time, I thought she was absolutely nuts, but as I got older and moved into my 20’s, I realized the values that she was trying to instill in me. It wasn’t about looking good or being popular. It was the motions of self-respect, self-confidence and self-knowledge. She’s a smart lady. Most of the time.
I hope that the older I get, the more my dad will see the point in my accomplishments. At my age, he still hopes that I’ll wake up one day and want to go to law school. It’s hard to want to pick up the phone and call him. But I know I gotta.
But today is Mom Sunday.
Feb 08, 12:44PM PST | 0 comments