  Back to Lowe's, the ghost town store that just opened across the street from a what? Yep, a Home Depot. We need that as much as a third Walmart within five miles. Just because Starbucks does it!!!?! A question to pose to all you ltwr students out there Who has the best handwriting? Moukhlis or Yuan?
The shit looks like Arabic up there on the board. Salah goes through a box of chalk per class period when he hits the board with too much force and the thing splinters off in innumerable directions. And with the parallel communication difficulties of Yuans accent, its a good thing we have the students giving the lectures in that class. Oh, there are some things Im going to miss once I graduate. For example, how many times have I heard Salah say the following things: Uh-uh-uh, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera not that the etc. means anything specific.
Today Id rather be in the backyard and the garage than at university. Rearranging the furniture and the art on the walls. Last night I got a hair up my ass and went to town retexturizing some plant pots my mum gave me. Inhaling dope and Rust-esque paint fumes. Very nice in the reddish bark if I do say so myself. I have paint on my forearms to prove my weekend wasnt slothful.
The conference was crap. I mean, the first night was fabulous! I got to meet one of the lead councils on the Lawrence v Texas sodomy case. Im so thrilled with that man, I got his autograph after the incredibly moving speech he gave. People were crying, it was amazing. But after that, I had no one to go with.
So I didnt go. My lgbt group completely dropped the ball, and I didnt feel like being the one representative anymore (besides Matt, our revered President). Not even he could go the big day of everything. So I went to one thing in the evening and that was it; opting instead to spend the day sleeping, watching the storm, and catching up on my _Sex in the City_ episodes (a much more valuable cultural connecting). What /did/ I see at the conference that night? D.R.E.D.
The black woman drag king who did the best P Diddy impersonation. It was mildly funny. But from me, a lot of it was the conscious suspension of a critical mindset to enjoy it. Then came the end a whole slam style speech about loving ourselves. I thought I was going to be ill. So I looked around as surreptitiously as possible to gauge the responses of my fellow audience members.
Eager smiles, yo. It was like being in the studio during a taping of the Oprah show. Now I want to hear you all scream! You know Im not letting you out of here until I hear each and everyone of you say it proud! (yes, a grammatical error I noted) D.R.E.D. : I L o v e M y s e l v e s !
everyone! : I LOVE MYSELFelves.. ?? D.R.E.D. : AGAIN! Everyone: I LOVE MYSELF!
There was some question in the crowd whether they were supposed to say self with the singular or plural, resulting in a split decision. It /was/ a drag show. And truthfully, I was feeling a bit schizophrenic myself. No, the conference did nothing for my sense of self. If anything, it consecrated my lurking suspicion that queers are as dumb as the rest of the population; a conclusion I was fighting to acknowledge. 
