Pitch black between Hatfield and Seelye is a bad idea, particularly with winter coming. Please replace the lightbulbs. Thanks.
In other news, Self-Defense prof let us out halfway through, which as always i have no problem with. But it's weird, because she did it 'cause she knew the stuff we were doing tonight was "intense." Okay, so it involved feigning rape attacks, which i totally understand is really intense for some people, but we really didn't spend all that much time doing that, and it seemed almost like the "intense-ness" was just as much about the fact that omg we were actually touching each others' bodies (not in a sexual manner), invading their personal space bubbles and stuff. All the slow-mo not-actually-touching-each-other stuff we usually do feels cheesy to me, and while i am learning the moves it is hardly "empowering." (Especially because it's a damn sight harder to defend/attack/escape when the other person is actually serious about what they're doing.) Actually using my body with someone else's body, though, that makes me feel powerful. And yes i know part of this is that i just don't have the personal space issues that some people do.
Have i mentioned i love my dad? From an e-mail:
If you, Elizabeth, committed to some woman you loved and called it marriage, so would I, whether Massachusetts had a civil union law, or a gay marriage law, or something like Louisiana's new state constitutional amendment. And she'd be an in-law, who we would love to death if we had chemistry or simply be polite and proper with if we didn't get along. "I know you don't think she's good enough for Elizabeth but that's her choice so you can at least be polite."