My brother is enrolling in ITT Tech. but I don't know anything about it. I've looked a little online for reviews and so far the place is looking kind of shady. Does anyone have experience with an ITT Tech school, or know someone who has? I'm probably being overprotective but he's my little brother and I don't want him to throw money away for something that's not going to help him in the future.

This is a poem I posted about a year ago that I just ran across when reviewing my old journal entries and decided to post again in remembrance of my dog, Daisy, who was put to sleep on Oct. 24. ( BEFORE )

I bought a new coat today. It cost $50, and is slightly too big but I love it. It makes me feel like an adult. It is a woman's coat, not a girl's.

I've noticed a change in my attitude towards politics in the US and hope something similar is happening in my peers, also. For the first time in my life I'm interested in what the President (elect) is going to do. I care about who Obama chooses to be on his Economic Panel. I remember the name Rahm Emanuel (Obama's pick for Chief of Staff) and more than that, I care enough to look into his political leanings. I suppose part of this is that, for the first time, someone I voted for got elected and now I feel as though I have somewhat of a personal stake in what he does.

Wanda Sykes is awesome and this just goes further in proving that. Wanda Sykes-Detachable Pussy.

So, my mom's computer is screwed up and so for the time being she wants to use my computer to check her e-mail. This isn't a problem, in general, it's just that it's been a while since I've had to share my computer space. I mean, it's not as though I've got porn littering my desk or something but I do have little stories and poems I've been working on that I don't want anyone to see. I don't really think that she'll go snooping around my files, or my room in general, but it's still a bit of a concern. I've already hidden my bottle of rum so she won't find it unless she goes looking under my bed.


Also, today we had a special sale at ACE and I can't even remember how many people got mad at me about not getting as much of a discount as they thought they should. One lady even said "Do you know math?!" at which point I snapped a little and told her that she could talk to my manager but she needed to get out of my line. It just really upsets me when people call me stupid, because I'm not but I'm still a little self-conscious about my intelligence because I've spent so many years downplaying it. Two of the other cashiers had similar problems so I'm not too worried. My manager never even came to talk to me which I take to mean that he knows I acted in a way that is very unusual for me and she must've said something to me to make me snap like that. I know I should feel bad, but I didn't make a mistake on her discount and it took her being a condescending bitch for me to really get angry. Just because you're mean to someone doesn't mean that you're going to get your way. Some bitches need to learn that.

shooting star

I can't even describe how happy I am tonight. Obama won! We won! Future generations will read about today in history and government classes. I will tell my kids about today. I was there. I voted for Obama. For the first time in my adult life, I can see that the system does work.

I was going through a book we used for my Race, Class, and Gender class and found this poem I'd bookmarked and thought I'd share it.

( With No Immediate Cause )

by: Ntozake Shange

You know how it sucks when you start your period? And how much more it sucks when you start it at work, a week early, where most of the other employees are either old men or boys in high school so you can't just explain to the other cashier why you need to next door to the CVS. And then when it takes you longer to get back to the store because not only did you have to buy tampons because you didn't have any with you, you also had to put the box in your car because you don't have anywhere private to keep them in the store. And the whole time you're gone you're afraid that your boss is going to notice and want to know why it took you so long to buy a coke and you'd really just rather explain than go through all of this but they're BOYS and you don't know them that well, and it's weird to talk about the whole "time of the month" thing with them. And you're cramping but didn't think to get anything so you have to spend your lunch, again at CVS, looking for one of those little containers of Aleve that will fit in your pocket and they're clearly charging more than the product is worth but what are you going to do?