Yesterday, my grandparents’ house, where my sister and her husband lived, burned. They are both okay, and the dog and the cat, too. However, the house is probably not salvageable. My dad had to watch his childhood home go up in flames. He’d just finished renovating the bathroom so that it was useable for R and K. Looks like that was an exercise in futility.
We are very grateful that all we lost were things; however, the things we lost were important to us. It will take some time to get back on track. I talked to my dad last night, and he sounds pretty awful. He’s very relieved that he installed a new smoke detector recently.
So. That brings me to my public service announcement: Check your smoke detectors! If they don’t work, buy new ones!!! Put new batteries in them. Take the five minutes to check them. You never know when it could save your life. Seriously. R said that they wouldn’t have woken up if they hadn’t had the smoke detector.
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This semester seemed to really drag on and on and on. And on. I don’t know why; it was, according to the calendar, just as long as all the rest of the semesters I’ve spent here. I think it might be because I didn’t go home for Christmas and miss the first week back after break. So maybe the extra week made the difference or something. I don’t know.
Anyway, last night I turned in my portfolio for my educational psychology class. I dropped off a paper copy of my linguistics term paper in the afternoon. So now I’m done.
I think I probably failed my media education class, but I’ll just take it again next semester if I did. I don’t really care that much to be honest. I’m just glad that I have a break now. I have to work, but the few weeks where the two semesters overlap is just stressful. Now, however, I just have work to worry about, which I can handle. So yay!
I still feel the tension a bit; it takes a while for it to go away until I can relax. I’m looking forward to it. I think I’m going to spend the break reading books for fun. I love it.
I went shopping earlier today and was getting really discouraged because nothing seemed to fit me right no matter how much I tried on. I had to keep reminding myself that the clothes are the problem, not my body, but it's hard. Do you have any tips on trying to stay positive?
I completely understand, and I think a lot of people feel that way too when they shop. My best advice is to not pay attention to trends and sizes, but rather to what flatters your body type and what fits, regardless of the number inside.
For example, I am pretty hourglass/borderline pear shaped and I like to accentuate that, so I wear a lot of clothes at my natural waistline because they flatter my body. If I wear shirts that are longer, I feel like they make me look more squat and cut my body in unflattering ways, unless they are paired with really long sweaters or are tunic length. So if I am trying on pieces like that I can get really discouraged because they just look off, you know? But it’s not my body’s fault, it’s the generic cut of the shirt that is to blame and it is very important not to confuse a bad fit with a bad or wrong body type.
Same with sizes. Not only do sizes vary brand to brand, but they also vary on your own body. I have a small bust in comparison to the rest of me, so my shirts are usually one or two sizes smaller than my pants and skirts, if not more. Before I shopped a lot I thought that you had to be one size, top to bottom, and that was it, and I would get so frustrated because I couldn’t understand why my clothes would look so great on half of me and shitty on the rest. But it was because I was trying to make all of me one size instead of trying on different items and piecing a wardrobe together based on my actual body size, not my assumed body size.
Shopping can be really frustrating if your body isn’t exactly to scale as a mannequin’s is, and unfortunately that’s the case more often than not because we’re people, not plastic. But keep trying, pick things that make you feel good and look good, and use sizes as a guideline, not a hard and fast rule. Good luck, I hope this helps!
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“Later, after Trek was on the air, the producers used the network’s concerns about sexuality to their advantage — they would deliberately put sexy stuff into episodes for the network to freak out about, so the censors wouldn’t notice other things. For example, in the episode “A Private Little War,” the producers deliberately put in a scene of Kirk having an open-mouth kiss with a half-naked woman, so the network could throw a fit about that — and not notice the blatant Vietnam allegory.”—