hugs and kisses

Random quiz results: From here.

The quiz ranks your preferences for the "languages of love". Which basically means how you like to express/experience affection. I am not in any way suprised by these results.

1. Physical Touch
2. Quality Time
3. Words of Affirmation
4. Act of Service
5. Receiving Gifts

B/c the real entries have to wait for later

I am Progressive Girl Click on the picture below to read more: Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com

I don't know- I think I'm a little bit of the Academic Girl too. But I didn't like the answers that got that enough to choose them over the others. I also had to get Gabe to tell me what kind of shoe I am.

more randomness

Two things that I wanted to share, which are not actually related to each other:

1) Kate and I were riding the Metro and chatting, and discussing how annoying it is for a boy/man to think you're cute when you're angry. My response: "I'm not cute. I am an awesome Goddess of Wrath and you shall tremble before me and make haste to do my will." (perhaps I said bidding instead of will, but you get the point)
Which is a piece of information all my male readers should have. Never tell a woman she's beautiful when she's angry, esp. when she's angry. It makes us think you're not paying attention to the fact that we're angry. If we're beautiful when we're angry, we want it to be the way a thunderstorm is: beautiful, but not something you want to mess with.

2) My anthro prof thought my name was Esther today. I was fine with that and corrected her. People often get my name wrong. There's a "it starts with an E and is uncommon" search that goes on in their heads, I think. It only occured to me later when I was recounting this to the boy that it might be that she knew my last name and that was how she arrived at my first. And that my mother used to tell her students that my name was Esther, which would have been a particularly cruel thing to name me. (not that Esther's not a good name, but rhyming names are not of the good)

So many things.

So, the Kate was here. (yes, the Kate, as opposed to all other Kates, who while worthwhile in their own ways are not as spectacular as the Kate)
Got here on Friday, left on Monday. YAY Kate. She helped me clean my room and we cooked together and went to museums. Kate is a goddess. I took a vote.
The gemstone collection of the Natural History is waaaay more fun w/ a MatSci person. Esp. a girl. "Look at the pretty shinys. I know how they got that way" 'Tis most excellent.

The OCHS applied for a CAP Grant. I sent them the application b/c I thought they were eligable and a good candidate. And they filled it out right and sent us two copies. I'm very happy about this.

Erica and Mike are coming this weekend. To visit Josh and Sarah and the baby (I guess she's more a toddler now though). And me! YAY.

I have a busy month, b/c the weekend after that it's Shakespeare with PBK. And this Friday there's an "Intergenerational Sock Hop" at church. YAY.

I went to the Registrar's office today to take care of getting my loan deferred. But then I got mail today and it seems that's already taken care of. So that's good. And I sent a fax to the AU registrar to get my transcript sent here to get the hold of my record so I can register for spring. I was a good Evelyn.

Tonight I went to dinner w/ Michelle from my Theory class and then she came here and we watched Gilmore Girls together. It was fun and nice. I have a DC friend! It makes me happy. Though all the cute boys on the show make me pine for mine. *pouts* I miss kissing.

Now, on to other things.
I love DC, except for one thing. Homeless people. Not b/c I don't like them, but b/c it upsets me that there are so many in the capital of the world's most powerful nation, and one of its richest. I gave a man asking for subway fare $5 on Saturday b/c he said he needed food money too*. He called me an angel. It makes me want to cry. I can't afford to give $5 to every person who's hungry. I was feeling generous, but I'm not made of money. And even if I were, that wouldn't solve the problem. They'd still be homeless. They didn't ask to be homeless. Some of them are schizophrenic or have other mental illnesses. Most of them are polite and humble. Most of them are men, and black (in DC). And I believe that most of them would work if they could. I have to believe that. Some of them are probably lazy ne'er-do-wells, but begging complete strangers for money is not easy. It's humiliating. I respect anyone who can humble themselves to that degree. I don't think I could. And I can't save the world either. And I want to. I want homes for the homeless and food for the hungry and clothes for the naked and marriage for gays and families for orphans and love for the lonely and birth control for everybody. I want a cure and a vaccine for HIV/AIDS and TB. I want to stop female selective abortion and child abuse and spousal abuse. I want people to care more about people than money and things. I want every man, woman and child on this planet to be safe and healthy and loved. And I know some of that would throw the planet even more out of wack (b/c if everyone was healthy, we'd have some fun population issues beyond what we already do). I need to look into volunteer opportunities. I spend most Saturdays doing nothing. I could do something. I have warm, strong hands and a good reading voice. Habitat for Humanity, or reading to people in hospitals and nursing homes. "You want a miracle? Be the Miracle."

* I always give subway fare when I can, b/c it's usually <$1. I can afford that. And there but for the grace of G-d go I. It's a small kindness, and a way to get rid of change. I will gladly give you 50 cents for a phone call or the ride home. You might not be using it for that, but I'm not buying you liquor or crack for that little either. If you can get enough people to give you change to get enough for drugs (alchohol, tobacco, or whatever), then you've earned it.