I didn't go to school, because it was bad outside and I'd rather sleep, too. I haven't shaved my legs or armpits in a very, very long time, but I have to for the wedding. Let down. I'd like to spend today at the library, but the thought of going up Rt. 12 right now makes me queasy. I'm getting a haircut today, but but but. I have big fake nails and I can't wait for Saturday night when I can rip them off one by one. This is a stupid entry. See The Corporation. Stop having weird dreams, Mollie.

I got a 99% on my Classical World research paper. In AP Human Geography, my teacher said my research paper was outstanding and the best student paper he's read so far at Central (which has only been two years, but ya know). He even announced it to the class and said he probably couldn't write a paper like that. Okay.

Laure fired Dennis today on the spot. Corey came over and we drank Raspberry Sangria loose leaf tea. We had nice teacups and nice biscuits and danced to nice Christmas music. Tomorrow I'm going to the Met all day for Classical World. It's only nine, but I am going to sleep now. I wish I could stop being so sleepy and unmotivated all the time. Today this kid in my geography class said he wants to learn Arabic in order to "manipulate the enemy." Great, man.

I'm tired. Lindsay's sleeping over. She slept over last night, too. I really like the warmth. Tomorrow I'm seeing the Mountain Goats at NYU. I have a bad cold, and it makes me very unpleasant. So, I'm sorry. Okay, goodnight then.

I'm on a reading kick (finally). Today I finished Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. It was an amazing novel and I highly recommend it. After I finished it, I actually had to leave my class because I started to cry. So great. Ahh.
I didn't go to work today (Marcos went in for me), so I just relaxed instead. Lindsay came over and it was really nice. We drank tea and laid in bed and giggled and it felt like she still lived here. I miss that a lot. Then Jenni and Dennis came over, followed by Cayce. I don't think I really left my bed once until we went out to eat. Now I'm home and I'm trying to forget about this paper I have to write that's due in a week. I'm trying not to think about how chapped my lips are and how bad my throat hurts, too. I wish I were going to the Y tonight. I have a sip left of Earl Grey (I've acquired a taste for it---before it was too smoky), then I guess I'll make some more tea and curl up in bed. Also, a shower. That's second on the list.

opened Bucks for the first time today and worked til 2. today has gone by really slowly. I'm starting to acquire a taste for coffee. going to my cousin's sweet sixteen this afternoon in Randolph, then back to Flemington for a show at Bucks. I can't get away from that place, honestly. hardly slept last night because I got home so late and shared a bed with two other people. wish I could just sleep in all day tomorrow. okay, bye.

done with my research paper for Classical World. that's a relief. Thanksgiving break starts tomorrow. I need it. getting a haircut soon, maybe Friday. I need that, too. Media Lit gets me down on some things, but man. it's so interesting. I am so little in the scheme of things, but it makes me feel empowered in a way. okay, mostly helpless.

this is new(er). I deleted all my older entries on this, because I don't want to think about those things anymore. so, here I am. jumping right on the bandwagon. I figured I'd start with something I found really interesting:

The right to the city, by David Harvey

The right to the city is not merely the right of access to what already exists, but a right to change it. We need to be sure we can live with our own creations. But the right to remake ourselves by creating a qualitatively different kind of urban sociality is one of the most precious of all human rights. We have been made and re-made without knowing exactly why, how, and to what end. How then, can we better exercise this right to the city? But whose rights and whose city? Could we not construct a socially just city? But what is social justice? Is justice simply whatever the ruling class wants it to be? We live in a society in which the inalienable rights to private property and the profit rate trump any other conception of inalienable rights. Our society is dominated by the accumulation of capital through market exchange. To live under capitalism is to accept or submit to that bundle of rights necessary for endless capital accumulation. Free markets are not necessarily fair. Worse still, markets require scarcity to function. The inalienable rights of private property and the profit rate lead to worlds of inequality, alienation and injustice. The endless accumulation of capital and the conception of rights embedded therein must be opposed and a different right to the city must be asserted politically. Derivative rights (like the right to be treated with dignity) should become fundamental and fundamental rights (of private property and the profit rate) should become derivative. But new rights can also be defined: like the right to the city which is not merely a right of access to what the property speculators and state planners define, but an active right to make the city different, to shape it more in accord with our heart's desire, and to re-make ourselves thereby in a different image.