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All right. Due to strikethrough round two, I am officially jumping ship and heading over to greatestjournal. This journal will not be abandoned, so your posts will still be seen and responded to, and any comments made here will also be seen and responded to, but there will be no new content posted here. There will be content posted from this journal to various communities. However, everything regarding me babbling about my life, loves, horses and book sales will all be posted to as soon as I figure out how to make it not be neon purple.

Official last words in this journal? I love my friends. I love my school. I love my family and my ponies and my writing.
I hate you, LJ. So fuck off.
Peace out.

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Reading The Feminine Mystique for the first time, I just realized something.
Feminism is not about womyn power, or the glorious sisterhood of women, or the right of women to be astronauts or physicists or to rule over men. It may be at least on the surface supporting some of those things, but it's not about them.
Feminism is about the right to choose, for everyone, men and women. It's the right of a woman to choose whether or not to be a housewife, an astronaut, a horse trainer or soldier or seamstress. It's the right of a man to choose what sort of woman he marries, when he marries and why. It's the right of every human being to have that choice and to make it without fear of pressure, prejudice or pain.
That's what feminism is about. And it won't really have the effect that we want and need until everyone--everyone--realizes that.

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To Do
by Friday, hopefully

Sort out book sale
Promote book sale. Come on, people! Lots of books to buy!
Make bed
Find spot for mending piles and basket o' missing socks

Find space for jewelry boxes
Pick up pushpins
Move new bookcase in room
Switch beds?
Put away hair things
Put away magic stuff
Put away Miscallaneous Mess
Wash horses
Put up Illusionist poster and other wall hangings
Clean out desk
Find spot for and put away Faire clothes
Mend at least two pieces of clothing
Put away loose fabric
Hang pictures
Dust ribbons
Get rid of prom dress (strapless, baby blue, silver glitter on top bodice bit, worn once, size 10ish; 'case you're interested)
Get rid of tall boots

Alphabitize books
Do laundry
Wash sequined skirt and purple skirt

Pack for wedding (bring Chinese dress!)
Watch The Office
Download the rest of the French Revolution arc
Read books!
Adding: ship sold books.

...oh, and do real work. Y'know, the stuff I get paid for.
Okay. I feel a manic-energy episode coming on. Wish me luck!


At library prices. Hardbacks 1.50, paperbacks 50 cents or three for a dollar; discounts for large orders (over ten). First come, first served; if you want them shipped to you, I will require shipping to be paid as well.
I've provided enough information to find the books on Amazon, but if you have questions about content or condition, feel free to ask!
Oh, and anyone twitting me on my taste in reading will be smacked. ^.^

This way to the books! In no order whatsoeverCollapse )

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I do not have too many books. I do not. I simply have too few bookcases.
On tomorrow's to-do list; move the new bookcase into my room. See if I can move out my bed and move in the futon as well. See if doing so will make the bottom two shelves of the brown bookcase accessible. Put away clothes washed today. Put away small mountain of shoes. Sort out pile of mending and pile of missing sockes. Sort out random containers. Put away random things in the box of Random Things. Get huge grey thing out of my room (seriously, wtf is that thing? An air filter?). Possibly clean out my desk. Go in for more pony therapy.
Oh, and make plans to see El sometime. It's been too long and I need to nick her copy of Deathly Hallows since I've no intention of buying one myself.
*puts head under a blanket and pretends fandom doesn't exist*

Edit: Oh! I forgot! Because of my lamentable lack of bookcases, I'll be going through my books and having another book sale. Watch this space to place orders.


My bunny had to be put to sleep half an hour ago. Her name was Hazel, though no one ever called her that; usually it was booboo, or bunny, or some other sickening name. She was grey and soft, with a little white collar around her neck and a little white nose. She was the sweetest bunny around, and she used to lick your nose, or your finger, just because she could. She ate grass in this really cute way, too, chewing it up like you used to chew spaghetti when you were a kid, one long strand at a time.
She was also five eight years old, and she got congestive heart failure. That's what the vet said, anyway. We only noticed that she wasn't breathing very well. The vet did say that we got her there in time, so she didn't hurt, and they kept petting her and telling her she was okay, so she wasn't scared.
She was such a good bunny. I hope she and my kitty have a good time in heaven.
Pictures to follow. Right now I just need to sleep.