Good morning, campers!

おはよう　ございました！！

Yay for days where I only need two textbooks. I'm sitting here waiting for Japanese class to begin. Homework's done, so all I have is time.

Just found a site that helps one learn Katakana, which has always been the harder of the two "simple" kana systems for me to learn and remember. It's here, for those of you who may need it.

It's a good morning, no? I woke up (late, but I had the time to do so, it being Wednesday), then had a little breakfast and left for school. And STILL got here half an hour early. It won't be quite so nice when the rain starts, but as I'm sick to frelling death of the sun and heat, that may not be as bad as I think. And if the rain is too bad, I can always hop a bus from the light rail station to campus.

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ARGH!!!

There is a techno remix of "Somewhere over the Rainbow" playing right now in the campus Java City.

And it's not bad ....

help me?

Hey, Uncledark!

On another friend's journal, you said:

When I first met you, I got the impression that you and [Unnamed Person] were not poly. Needless to say, this was something of a dissapointment to me.

I have to ask: WHY was it a dissapointment? Can't people be wonderful and cool people whether they're poly or not?

I'm not trying to start some shit, it's just that I've sensed from you an attitude that only poly people are truly healthy and happy people, and that those of us who are monogamous are somehow "broken". Your language choices when talking about it lead me to the conclusion that you think polyamory is some kind of higher form of life, and the rest of us are stuck in the dark ages because we don't feel the need or desire for more than one person.

This attitude, to say the least, offends me. However, I recognize that you may not actually feel this way, and I may be operating in error. So please, explain yourself to me, so I can understand where you're coming from.

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For my own part, I'll make my feelings on polyamory clear, since at least one friend has in the past mistakenly thought I'm disapproving:

I don't care what others do with their love-life or even their body. Whether polyamory for a particular person is a loving network of people, or just an open relationship, I honestly don't care what they do.

I do recognize difficulties when dealing with poly people -- while I don't care how you choose to lead your life, I also don't understand it. The need -- or, to use a less inflammatory word, the desire -- to have more than one personal relationship of that magnitude is mystifying to me. I have all I want in one person, I can't imagine seeking elsewhere. Am I physically attracted to others sometimes? Sure. Do I actually want others? No. I'm happy as I am, and with my beloved.

As well, there are logistic problems that annoy me: Does one automatically have to include all members of a poly linked group to any particular event? If friend X is in a relationship with Person Y, who is also linked to Person Z, whom I dislike, do I have to invite Person Z to an event just because I invited Persons X and Y? I know it sounds kind of silly, but I think about these things. In a monogamous couple, it's obvious that you often have to suck it up and cope with asshole spouses/boyfriends, but frankly, I resent the idea I might have to put up with someone like Person Z just because Friend X is in love with Person Y.

Tangent: In a perfect world, friends of one person would always get along with his other friends. Sadly, this is not a perfect world, and this shit gets aggravating quick.

In short, I can recognize that poly people are happy with their relationships as they are, just as I'm happy with mine. And I'm glad they're happy, but I have to admit to occasionally shaking my head bemusedly at it all.

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While I specifically asked for Uncledark's comments, others are also welcome, of course. Please, however, respect my friends and try to be non-inflammatory. I WILL delete deliberately insulting posts; you can cry about censorship to someone who actually works for the government and thus has to abstain from it.*

*If I hear one more hippy teenager person bitch about non-government "censorship", I'll scream. Your workplace telling you you cannot say "Fuck you" to a customer isn't censorship, kids.

The University Giveth; The University Taketh Away

I have discovered that while, in addition to free dial-up, the University gives me free wireless broadband access while on campus (there are hotspots everywhere on campus, in and outside), my cellphone does not work within the confines of the University Union, at least not on the Metro PCS network.

This means that if you call me while I'm in there, we'll either get disconnected or I won't answer. It was 20 minutes before I found out I had a voicemail message.

Also, I won't make calls from in there; my phone switches to Roaming mode, and is thus really expensive to call from.

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Ah, damn. Elli made me cry.

You know, when a woman like that sees fit to give herself to you, all you can do is give her back every bit as much as you receive. Anything less would be an affront to the Universe itself.

Grousing

Shite.

Going over some notes before bed, I see that my Romantic Lit Prof, Dr. Agosta, believes that every essay should have a title.

Twelve years of high school, two years of JC, years of reading other essays ... and never has an assignment like the one I turned in last week had a title. Not mine, not others'.

Neither did that assignment. But it's probably going to cost me.

Ah well. First paper; there will be others. But yeesh, about the only title I could have given it would have been "Why the Church Sucks According to Blake, and What He Says We Should Do."

Well, not really. But it's funny. A little? I guess you have to be a lit major to get lit humor. Or maybe you have to be brain-damaged.

Before I go to sleep ...

Here are some more tiny little boxes for Terri*

かんばんは。　いあ　は　ごご　じゅういちじ　です。
おやすみ　なさい！

*And anyone else who can't see Japanese characters. For the record, I said "Konban wa. Ima wa gogo juuichiji desu. Oyasumi nasai!", which translates into "Good evening! It's now 11pm. Good night!". Yeah, I know. Hey, gimme a break, it's been ten years and I'm starting over. Fuckers.