Happy thoughts, happy thoughts

I waited far too long to do laundry, and am now faced with a decidedly limited supply of clothing to choose from for my presentation thingy today. Especially limited is my bra selection, so that I'm left wearing The Most Uncomfortable One, dammit. It got caught in the dryer once and something now pokes me in the side whenever I wear it. Dammit. But it's either that one or the one with the straps that won't stay up, and due to my limited shirt supply, I think I must wear a sleeveless shirt. Hence the uncomfortable (but strapless) bra.

Isn't this fascinating?

So, Professor moderating talk e-mailed me questions she may fire at me today, which is (a) good, because I can prepare, and (b) bad, because now I can envision perfectly my utter failure when faced with questions.

Moderator: Jessica, could you please explain the feminist influences that may have led to Betty Friedan's writing The Feminine Mystique?

Me: To be quite honest, I couldn't. Next?

The thing is, I know the answers, it's just that I've never been good with the whole verbal-under-pressure thing.

Must stop whining about this. Right. Now.

Okay.

On the up side, Gilmore Girls last night was decidedly adorable, and I've successfully gotten my roommate addicted to it (she's also, happily, displaying some interest in Angel -- woo!). Also, said roommate left me a gift today in honor of my presentation (candy -- she knows me well!), along with a note addressed "To My Favorite Democratic and Feminist Friend", which I enjoyed. What's really funny was that I signed on and got an e-mail from my aunt who called me her niece the political/femenist activist, and said that she was living vicariously through me. Since I feared she had gone over to the Dark Side (Republicanism. Kidding, to all those Republicans out there! Haha! Funny!) since marrying her stock broker husband, it was nice to see that she's still a feminist at her core.

Anyway, must go finish getting dressed. Later, all.

Booyeah!

Presentation is over, praise God (to quote odd high school religion teacher)! It's a wonderful feeling. Stress is vanished. Embarrassment at a minimum. Brain is, for now, sufficiently able to block any "Should've said" thought processes. Very enjoyable.

I'm currently reading the Bridget Jones sequel and I fear it's coming through in these journal entries. oh well. Are subjects really *that* important to sentences?

Must think of Mother's Day gifts for mother and grandmother. Both are impossibly difficult to shop for. Also, must drag brother to mall with me, as he has yet to buy our mother a birthday present, and I refuse to let him just sign off on my card and gift again. He's been doing that since I was twelve, and I'm drawing the line.

Not that my mom really cares. He's a good kid and I guess that's the best Mother's Day/Birthday present a parent (or a sister) could ask for. I think it's just that he'll be going to college soon and will be semi-grown up and I won't be able to boss him around anymore, so I'm kind of desperately looking for ways to do it now. But I'm a nice sister, really I am. Most of the time.

Well, I'm off to finish Bridget Jones. That book is mad addictive.