Bakemonogatari

I have seen very little of it but I find it strangely depressing, I think because the lesbian character's feelings are so blatantly disregarded.

I'm working nine hours at CVS today. I worked close yesterday night at Jo-Ann's. I hate work. All this semester has taught me is what I don't want to have to do ever again. I feel way more depressed than usual and I know I'm bad at both of those jobs. I don't want to have to ring up couples who decided that Northampton would be the lovely scene for a Friday night date. I miss having jobs that make me feel fulfilled. I liked UMass Security because it enabled me to interact with all kinds of people regularly and I could do other stuff while I was there (also, I got to sit the entire time, which was pretty sweet). Camp gave me such a huge sense of fulfillment in that I got to help kids come out of their boxes and experience music and dramatics in new ways. I wish I could feel that again instead of dealing with shitty customers and shitty situations with shitty coupons on shitty soap day after day. The repetition is killing me. I can't stand how every day is exactly the same as the last fourteen. I want to be in classes, learning new things and taking tests and working towards a future. I don't even know what I want that future to be anymore, but I know I want it, and not a life of craptastic retail jobs.

Sorry about the massive gap. A lot has happened.

The Saga of the Wisdom Tooth

Things I am not fond of, in no particular order:
 Fish
 Heights
 Darkness
 Country Music
 Pain
 Hurty Things
 Things That Make Me Say 'Ouch'

 I hate, hate, hate pain. That being said, I hate pretty much anything and everything medical, dental, gynecological, etc. So, about a month ago when the oral surgeon informed me that the ache in the back of my mouth meant my one and only (Yeah. One. Suck it, normal mouths.) wisdom tooth was ready to pack its things and catch the bus to Medical Waste Land, I was... less than excited. My appointment was for last Friday, and I went in and they tried really hard to get an IV going for total anesthesia and couldn't because I was dehydrated. They sent me on my merry way, four arm holes later, and told me to drink water all weekend and come back Monday. They had me go to the hospital first to get the IV in then go back to them. They gave me 10 mg of Valium and I still freaked out. When I got to the office, they noticed I was rather unhappy with the whole situation, so they gave me laughing gas. They started to put the mask over my face and I proceeded to go totally ape shit.

Apparently, rubber masks are not my friend. However, the next thing I know, I'm being tapped on the shoulder by a nurse and my mouth is all gauzey. I'm feeling good...

Sickness and Updates

Well. I have been ridiculously sick for about two months. That being said, it's my 20th birthday on Monday! Aaaah! I feel really weird about turning 20. I'll never be a teenager again. Do I have to stop wearing t-shirts? Am I supposed to start using blush and mass-care-uh? Can I still play with Legos? So many questions... The coolest part of upcoming birthday is that I feel justified in indulging in clothes. I have a massive love affair with Lane Bryant. I went shopping last night and came home with five pairs of underwear (I love their 5-for-$32 deal), a really awesome black jacket with ruffles and whatnot, a blue dress (http://www.lanebryant.com/new-plus-size-fashion/dresses-skirts/smocked-eyelet-dress/4000c4010p143016/index.pro), and a blue and black shirt (http://www.lanebryant.com/plus-size-tops/tees-knit-tops/layered-ruffled-top/4019c68p145407/index.pro) which I am currently wearing. The jacket was on clearance and I can't find a picture for it. I love this shirt. It's so soft and it drapes surprisingly nicely. I have a really curvy* stomach (*Read: "ROLLS") and I'm always really self-conscious about how shirts hang and whether or not they cling. I tend to avoid shirts that aren't empire-waisted, but the cardigan (attached) adds some nice dimension and the ruffles really bring attention away from my tummy. The material is really nice. They did a great job with this one. I haven't had a chance to wear the dress or jacket yet. There was another girl trying stuff on, and this happened-

In other news and updates, my boyfriend (finally) came out as trans. He's starting HRT within the next few weeks. Yay, Ash! I know he was really scared to come out and I think he'll be really happy once he can be comfortable in his own skin. I'll post more about that process as more happens. He has an appointment for the first intake this Thursday (same day as I will be at the LADY DOCTOR). He says he wants to grow a beard. Here's hoping that doesn't last...

Intro Post

My name is Katie and I am a fat lesbian who is a nerd. I am 5'6" and almost 300 pounds. I am starting this blog to follow in the great tradition of fat snarky chicks sharing their opinion where it's not necessary. I identify (why do I keep typing 'indentify'?) as a lesbian, but I have dated a guy in the past. I'm currently dating someone named Ash. We've been dating since October 6th, 2010. We're both really nerdy (like, we met at Gaming Hobbyists League) and we like poop jokes and our relationship is awesome.

That's all I've got to say as far as an introduction. I hope y'all enjoy my blog and find amusement at my adventures.