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***TWO NEW ALBUMS!!! MY PHOTOGRAPHY IS UP!***
(but not all the studio stuff yet, just fuckin around with a reg. digi cam, mostly)

Today commences the first stages of OPERATION "PULL UP YOUR SOCKS" hahahahahha...Mr. Ciggs would so laugh at me, he thinks my using that term is cute and funny and corny.

Whatever. I am Nihl and I am cute and funny and corny, but I am not here to be so for your own entertainment so please

I am also smart, compassionate, soulful and strong. Even when I am weak, I am strong. Because today I said "ENOUGH!" and I combated those crappy BP feelings, and got out of bed and had a good long bath with my nicest smelly stuff, did my hair and made some phone calls, to attempt to arrange some sort of plans for this evening and the remainder of the week.

It is very important I get out of the house (it is simply driving my crazy) , yet there is no car at my disposal. ARGH! What I really would like to do (do not laugh) is to take my mountains of laundry over to the laundromat and sit and do that for however long that takes, and read my book.

For whatever reason, I like laundromats. I like the clothes when they come out of the dryer nice and warm, I like the hum of the machines while they do their work, I like that I'm able to just sit and think or read or observe people for a couple of hours while my clothes get nice n'clean, and I am expected to do nothing else for that time. I like to fold my clothes all nice and neat and put them away in thier respective colour-and-style ordered places. My closet is immaculate. And this makes me calm. It really does. This is how I would have liked to spend my day but I have no way of getting out to the place, I just have too much for a bus or cab, and no one is around during the day for a ride, at least one way...this is what I would have LOVED to do today.

Side story: Our washing machine broke down with glorious bursts of brown sludge all over my sister's white clothing Sunday evening, which she was doing as a University student coming home to take advantage of our machines (typically). The true purpose of the trip out here was to get her wisdom teeth removed the following day.

I then went through the sopping wet mess, dragging my ass out of bed early Monday morning, salavaging and hand treating what I could, to appease my mother, who was having a fit before work, and my sister who was obviously upset. Then I made a list, in detail of the sizing, type of clothing, and where it came from, of what was destroyed and went over it to see how best we could replace it. Because of her condition, I may be doing the shopping for her. Which I don't mind. I get to shop vicariously through her, teehee.

That is, if we manage to get a car during the day. Because it will be a long ass shopping trip!

So anyways, I am going to continue adjusting photos to replace my albums on here, and I will probably read my book about Female Chauvanist Pigs. It is at the part where it is breaking down the feminist movements and how even within the feminist movement, their were different facets and beliefs and very strong arguing between groups over what feminists should stand for and fight for. One side, of the many, being anti sex, and the other in favour of sexual exploration and the right to do what you want with your body. The one side anti pornography, the other pro.

Um, obviously you can see which side I would be on. But, the book's real point is that feminists have taken things so far in believing that they should have ALL of the same rights as men, that they have begun to seek out becoming like "one of the boys", taking on all of their grotesque, party now regret later (or not at all) behaviours as well.

I would say I am slightly "one of the boys". I like to be involved with guy's activities but: I don't flash my boobs everywhere, moon, get drunk til I black out, make out in public with other girls for attention, even dance ultra sexy (or dress) for attention at bars, hit up guys for drinks then turn around and leave. I am prepared to go Dutch or even pay for dates sometimes, I do not like to burp, I got to the washroom to pass gas, I love my sex and I do talk dirrrrty but in bed, not public, and to only the people I am involved with, not the whole world, I don't play sports though I wish I did more, and I don't drink beer, I do not own a beer belly haha, I like to wrestle as long as you do not beat my up (like SOME people psht) I do not destroy public property for my own entertainment, or even private property, snakes and spiders and mice don't scare me, I wouldn't mind to own them as pets. I will not roll around in the mud and wrestle and stink like dog with your medium to large sized pup, or play with his drooly toys, I have never gotten my nails done, much less my toes, I am not afraid to get my hands dirty and boys I am fucking strong, don't underestimate. I am extremely hygenic, though. I do not like wearing the same jeans more than twice before washing them, I shower everyday and wash my hair everyday even though it is not good for it. I blow money shopping and on my hair and on salon quality hair products. I don't eat gross foods because you dared me to. I like strip clubs, even sleaze ones, because the girls are nice and they are sexy and I enjoy it, I do not get lap dances but I will flirt if they are hot. I don't get up on stage and strip myself, I only do it for the people I want to in privacy.

There. A long ass post for you guys, and ladies...which obviously indicates my mood has far improved! HOORAY!!!

MUWAH x 10, Nihly babes.