It rained today! Il y a pluie!! Gosh, it was absolutely gorgeous. I got up at about 9 (really I woke up at 8, but I didn't want to get out of bed, you know how it goes) and made some tea and listened to aesthetic music and watched it coming down. It was very peaceful and lovely, and I treasured the moment deeply. ❤️ (Do emojis show up? Probably not. What a pity!) The kids didn't go to school today, because of suspicion of criminal activity, so we all stayed in and did homework and baked and read A People's History of the United States (can you guess who did each activity?) and it was nice. Dad was here too, but he mainly slept all day. For future reference, I must record the outfit I was wearing, because it was totally cute. So, I had my shorts, and a black tank top, and then I put one of Xander's flannels on top and put a pair of his socks on to keep my little tootsies warm. Very aesthetic and oversized and absolutely excellent. It's too bad I didn't go out; I'm sure I would have charmed the multitudes. This all makes me so excited for fall! I can't wait to wear cardigans and knee socks and drink pumpkin spice lattes and put on dark lipstick and listen to the 1975 while walking around campus. It's going to be beautiful! Fall is my favorite.

Okay, so this might be a little NSFW, but it has happened, and I must share. So, I was happily going about my business, reading Les Misérables fan fiction and having myself a grand ol' time when I stumbled upon a promising-looking fic about Grantaire playing piano for Combeferre and Enjolras. And you know I'm always a sucker for that, so I opened it right on up, and then. Oh gosh. Oh no. It was so terribly strange. The things they did, I'm telling you, I was not prepared, and I don't think I could ever be. And I know I'm a fairly vanilla person, like I admit it freely, BUT that goes beyond the boundaries of common decency, wouldn't you say? Not to mention it's all completely out of character, I mean sweet dorky Ferre would never be all weird and domineering and stuff. Okay, so is it a thing that people call each other "sir" and "master" and stuff in bed? Like, not in a flirty kind of way like "I'm about to blow your mind, sir" but like "oh, master, can I *insert act here* please" because I Mean. I think if someone tried to pull that with me, I would just laugh. Well, either that or be Highly Disturbed. I'm a pretty passive person (I think the correct term is "sub"), but I ain't into that, no sirree bob. Oh my goodness okay also! Apparently some people have a praise kink? So if you tell them that they did good or something, they'll get off on it. And I literally don't understand how that works, because what if you're at work, and your boss is like "oh yes very good job with the annual management session you did excellently with that"? Do you just... I mean, there has to be a way to regulate it, right? Maybe it's contextually limited? Wow, so I don't know, but I truly cannot stop thinking about this. I don't know if I'm horrified or fascinated or both, but I don't think I will ever be the woman that I once was.

I've been reading A People's History of the United States, and it's quite good for being Socialist propaganda. The history is all correct as far as I can tell, and it's easy to read. Well, okay, the prose itself is easy, but I've been really slow getting through it because all the injustices outlined therein make me so angry that I have to lay it aside for awhile. Or else I have to ponder deeply, because who doesn't love to think about history and its implications for today's society? I know I do! Wow, I really wanna start a revolution, though. If I had to strike, I'd like to think that I would do it. Rights for all! 

Did you know that William Jennings Bryan was Secretary of State under Wilson? Somehow that must have been lacking in my education, because I had no idea. It kind of sucks for him, because then he had to do the Scopes trial and die in disgrace, and wow, what a fall. But he did have a life to live, and I'm sure it was fascinating while it lasted. Also, I had no idea how active Emma Goldman continued to be well into the 20th century! She's so cool. I mean, I'm not an anarchist, but you gotta respect her conviction. E.L. Doctorow didn't do her justice.

Tomorrow, we have to go to CKC :( I've been dreading this ever since we got out the last time. What an infamous thing! Maybe nobody will go. Also, I have to call UCLA's psych department to see if I can get that class. How scary! I hope there are still spots. It's cognitive development, which is totally fascinating, and even if it didn't fit perfectly in my schedule and fulfill a requirement for my cogsci minor, I'd still want to take it. Fortunately, it's a lecture (like a big one), so hopefully they will be a little more flexible about letting me in. It's really very inconvenient; they don't let anyone but psych majors (and psych/ling majors) enroll in the upper div psych classes without a PTE number. So even though I'm a bona fide cogsci minor, I can't get in there. Such an elitist attitude! The linguistics department would never do that. 😒

(I'm sure they are all very lovely, and they have their bureaucratic reasons for being this way, I'm not hating) (not much, anyway). What else? Hmm, I should probably start packing to go back to school. Gotta get all that stuff, ya know. I wonder where my high liters are, now that I think of it. I haven't seen them since June. Well, now. It seems I'm going to have a lot to do. Isn't that exciting! Best get started soon so I don't start the year in deficit. This is definitely going to be one of the best years yet, I've decided! 

My nose is so itchy. What is this? Maybe it's a sign that someone is thinking of me. Is that it? Or is that when your ears are burning? I know that when you sneeze randomly, it means someone's talking about you. Let's just assume it's someone eulogizing my beauty and charm and leave it at that. 

I should probably go to sleep soon. Dad is going out tomorrow, and the kids are going back to school, so I have a chance to be productive and practice singing (for auditions next quarter) and all that. There's laundry to be done and a house to be straightened up, and I have a councilor to call! Maybe I can make an omelette or something too. Okay, I must go. Goodnight!