newspaper word cutouts

be real.

Tue, 15 Feb 2011 21:58:43 -0500

stop pretending you’re interested in shit that you aren’t really interested in.

that’s just really good advice.

you can thank me for it later.

"The old feminine mystique – the idea that women are not capable beyond the home – has pretty much..."

Mon, 14 Feb 2011 17:03:20 -0500

“The old feminine mystique – the idea that women are not capable beyond the home – has pretty much broken down. But there are some new mystiques. One I call the “hottie mystique” – the idea being sold to young women that you can indeed do anything the men can, but only if you constantly display how “hot” you are at the same time. Another is the mothering mystique – which tells slightly older women that they too can be anything they want in the work world but that they also have to be super-moms besides, and if they can’t do everything perfectly they should opt out.

The mommy mystique is the flip side of what sociologists Phyllis Moen and Patricia Roehling call the “career mystique” – the idea that a successful career requires you to be constantly available, more than full-time, to the demands of work… These mystiques create higher levels of work-family conflict in America – for both men and women. In fact men now report higher work-family conflict than women do. Paradoxically, you might say that one of the biggest gains of the women’s movement is that many of the issues we face today are no longer confined primarily to women but must be solved on behalf of BOTH sexes.”

- Stephanie Coontz on why feminism has been good for romance. (via poptech)

i hate filipinos who sing on youtube

Sat, 12 Feb 2011 23:59:37 -0500

it’s like, okay, you’re singing on youtube for a reason. you’re not cool. you’re voice sounds like every other filipino i’ve heard on youtube.

honestly, i hate anyone who sings on youtube, but it’s always easier to stumble onto a filipino singing the latest cheesy love song on the radio. just stop. you’re making the rest of us look bad.

All this time, I’ve been telling myself I didn’t need to use the SelfControl...

Thu, 03 Feb 2011 16:01:17 -0500

All this time, I’ve been telling myself I didn’t need to use the SelfControl app.

I’ve been saying that I can concentrate.

That I have self-control all on my own and I don’t need a stupid MacBook app to control me.

But guess what? I do need it.

Kill me.

I said, "Honey, I don't feel so good..

Sun, 23 Jan 2011 17:08:03 -0500

Don’t feel justified. Come and put a little love into my void.”

He said, “It’s all in your head.”

I said, “So’s everything,” but he didn’t get it.

I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy.

The ’90s angsty teenage girl in me is getting to me. Fiona, you know my feelings so well.

please please pleeaaasseeee

Wed, 19 Jan 2011 15:38:05 -0500

let me get this job. i need it. i haven’t been employed in forever.

and the lady told me everything looked good.

the only thing wrong was that i knocked some cups off the table.

BUT SHE SAID IT WAS FINE.

nervoussssssSs

like really...

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 23:00:13 -0500

is anyone else as depressed as i am that natalie portman’s next movie is with ASHTON KUTCHER?

she’s so awesome and cute and talented and she’s starring in a stupid romantic comedy with ASHTON KUTCHER.

the guy who played kelso.

the guy who tattooed sweet on his back and spent 5 minutes fighting with seann william scott over what it really said.

why, natalie, WHY.

dude

Wed, 12 Jan 2011 17:32:14 -0500

i forgot how much it sucked living with my roommate.

blah.

Day two: a photo of yourself at least a year ago. Oh, how...

Wed, 12 Jan 2011 12:40:21 -0500

Day two: a photo of yourself at least a year ago.

Oh, how different things were.

bus stop blues

Tue, 11 Jan 2011 21:46:32 -0500

my day consisted of buses and anthropology readings. here are some random thoughts..

first off, why do i go to school in michigan? i pay out of state tuition to go somewhere with HARSHER winters in chicago. now, i initially thought this was not a problem when i sent my acceptance letter to msu, but now i hate snow, despite my former love for it. why do i hate snow? because my fatass high school self never fucking walked anywhere and now all i do is walk.

but to solve the walking dilemma, i bought a bus pass, which makes my life slightly easier. however, there are a few problems with the buses here:

1. after i bought my books, i needed to take the 33 to go back to my apartment and sleep. because it was snowing, the bus was packed. i thought that maybe i would have to wait for the next bus, but decided to try anyway. i wait in line and the bus driver closes the door in my face after the person before me gets in. mind you, i was the last in line. either i’m invisible, or that bus driver is a sadist.

2. i still have to wait outside for the bus…

3. the buses are crowded in the winter. i sat between two oversized bus patrons on one of my bus rides. it was either that, or standing and holding on to an overhead bar that i cannot reach.

4. my inability to hold onto said bar without getting tired shows that i need a workout.

5. the routes are so fucked up, but i mean, this is mainly my fault. the 33 goes to the union and then is a route to holden hall. holden is on the opposite side of campus from my apartment. so to get to my apartment from the union, i have to take the bus all the way to holden and then back. however, this could easily have been solved by a) walking from the union to my apartment or b) getting off at the station and just taking a bus that was headed toward the union. but i am a lazy fuck.

fin.

Day one: a photo of you. This is the most recent picture I took...

Tue, 11 Jan 2011 17:59:05 -0500

Day one: a photo of you.

This is the most recent picture I took of myself via Photo Booth. I very rarely take pictures of myself. This was probably the first one I’ve taken in a year or so.

I was initially going to find a picture I found the most attractive, but I feel that this picture presents the best idea of who I am, for some reason.

I feel like doing this.

Tue, 11 Jan 2011 17:55:52 -0500

Day one: a photo of you.
Day two: a photo of yourself at least a year ago.
Day three: a photo that makes you happy.
Day four: a photo of a place you’d like to visit.
Day five: a photo that makes you laugh.
Day six: a photo of someone you love.
Day seven: a photo of something you stand for.
Day eight: a photo of something you enjoy doing.
Day nine: a photo of yourself when you were a baby.
Day ten: any photo you like for any reason.
Day eleven: a photo of a night you loved.
Day twelve: a photo of when you were happy.
Day thirteen: a photo of one of your favorite movies.
Day fourteen: a photo of your best friend (s).
Day fifteen: a photo of you and a family member.
Day sixteen: a photo from your childhood.
Day seventeen: a photo from a trip you’ll never forget.
Day eighteen: a photo of your town.
Day nineteen: a photo of your favorite thing from school.
Day twenty: a photo of something you ate today.
Day twenty-one: a photo of somebody you find attractive.
Day twenty-two: a photo that you associate a good memory with.
Day twenty-three: a photo of something you want to do someday.
Day twenty-four: a photo of what you want to be when you grow up.
Day twenty-five: a photo that inspires you.
Day twenty-six: a photo of your favorite subject in school.
Day twenty-seven: a photo of something you are looking forward to.
Day twenty-eight: a photo of something/somebody that made your day.
Day twenty-nine: a photo of your favorite person from history.
Day thirty: a photo you find beautiful

Hopefully, I keep it up.

I love you

Mon, 20 Dec 2010 02:54:00 -0500

Standing all alone in a black coat…

when you’re gone, it’s just me.

and i don’t have a problem with that.

but i feel like i’m only completely myself with you around.

i know it's finals when...

Sun, 12 Dec 2010 14:16:27 -0500

i find myself eating cream cheese frosting straight out of the jar. no cake. no spoon.

you are my medicine when you're close to me

Sat, 27 Nov 2010 10:31:50 -0500

you are my medicine when you're close to me:

this is a video for “on melancholy hill” by the gorillaz made from real lights in nyc.

i can’t stop listening or watching.

do you ever get to the point when you know you're probably going to fail an exam mid-way through, so you just write whatever the fuck you want because you're too lazy to even read the questions anymore?

Mon, 22 Nov 2010 14:17:31 -0500

because i did today.

i feel like a zombie.

Fuck school fuck school fuuuuck schooooooool.

Sat, 20 Nov 2010 22:35:12 -0500

Fuck school fuck school fuuuuck schooooooool.

dear world,

Sun, 14 Nov 2010 15:45:45 -0500

i apologize, but i really can’t afford to take into account what people think anymore. being liked by many people is overrated. i’d rather just have four or five people who really, really love me and think i’m awesome. so, sorry if you don’t find me doing anything to please you or ways to do so. it’s just not something i can make myself do anymore.

love,

fran

so i’m watching meat and potatoes, and apparently there are TRUFFLE WAFFLE FRIES at franks...

Sun, 17 Oct 2010 23:52:04 -0400

so i’m watching meat and potatoes, and apparently there are TRUFFLE WAFFLE FRIES at franks n’ dawgs.

must. go. now.

what i know now.

Sun, 17 Oct 2010 19:54:41 -0400

the past few months, i have been in a deep depression. i felt like i didn’t have anyone to fall back on and i was just all alone. my anxiety got worse, and i just felt like i didn’t know myself anymore.

i had a turning point this past week, though. i recently told people about this depression and was amazed and very grateful at the people who were there for me.

i may not have the most friends, but i do have the best.

so, what i’m saying is…

i’m done trying to be friends with people who don’t care enough about me to a) ask me how i’m doing or b) let me know when something i do bothers them, so instead of telling me how they feel, they just drop me.

i’m done trying to please everyone. i’m only going to please me.

i’m done trying to be there for people who don’t care if i’m there or not.

i’m done bending over backwards to make you happy, when i can’t even make myself happy.

i’m done thinking of the past or what could have been.

i’m done comparing myself to other people.

i’m done hating myself.

i’m just done.