10/3/2011

That one little post down there looked so ugly and spare on this layout, so I figured I'd write 'till I got tired.

Tonight, I was the subject of a case study. It was really... weird. It was very interesting and all, but I got into a fast habit of sort of zoning out so I didn't have to dig too deep in order to answer my interviewer's questions. The subject of the study was uncomfortable, as I expected it to be, but I didn't intend on feeling so emotionally drained after the process was over. It made me hyper-conscious of my professors who teach social sciences; how uncomfortable studies might become when the subject matter is complicated and difficult to talk about. I felt laid out on the table and picked at, but at the same time, empowered by the fact that, hey, this is my story, and now it might be up for publication and all the bullshit that happened last fall might serve in some greater purpose.

I had a weird weekend. I love the cold and the whole process of bundling up every morning, but with the changing weather comes changing skies and daylight hours, and with all that? Seasonal Affective Disorder! 'Tis the season for skipping all of my classes that come before 1 PM and sleeping my days away. I've been dreading fall for some time now because I'm really fucking nervous about how this year will go. I fucked up awfully bad last year and don't want to risk being pulled out of college just because I don't want to leave my bedroom, but here I am, stupidly staying up until 2 in the morning and thinking nothing of what that will bring for tomorrow morning.

Now is a time as good as ever to try and get some sleep.

In which I enter the world of "grown up bloggins'."

So I've kept up a regular tumblr for the past 3 or 4 years with a lot of success- lots of followers and lots of friends made over the years, however, so much of what tumblr is depends on what other people post or think. It's based around a dialogue, which I appreciate and find tons of appeal in, but I think the pressure to come up with original content could be beneficial in me fine tuning some of my viewpoints.

So, here I am.

My name is Lauren Elizabeth. I'm on the cusp of my second decade, and midway into my third semester of college at the University of Mary Washington. I'm a self-professed bitch (in the most wonderful sense of the word) and have a difficult time keeping my mouth closed over those issue that I hold most dear. I'm on the executive board for Feminists United on Campus at UMW. My main focuses in the feminist community are on body positivism and victim blaming/slut shaming/rape culture. I'm a staunch atheist, but keep it under wraps in mixed company. I've recently declared sociology as my major after mulling it over for far too long, and I'm really excited to get the ball rolling on my classes.

This has been a really boring post, and I promise I'm usually more inflammatory.

Yeah!