I'm this close to finishing my chapter for the social behavioral book, and I'm Very Proud of myself. All I need to do is write a bit more about Behavioral Control and dig up a couple of case studies (which might not even be my job anyway) and cross-reference everything with the lecture notes, and put in the citations, and I will be Good to Go! Think of all the small little pharmacy students who will partake of my knowledge in the future. It warms the heart, almost. Now, of course I would never purposefully try to indoctrinate anyone, but it's very nice to be able to plant little nuggets in the text that advocate questioning the establishment and being a good person. Maybe for some of my examples, I can talk about the harmful patriarchal beauty standards that have become the Subjective Norms for many people and how it is the job of the healthcare professional to go against that. How excellent! We're going to raise a generation of socially conscious pharmacists, and that's how I can do my part (part of my part) to making a better world.
Whee!

Can I just say, my lipstick looks really good right now? I'm out in public, so of course I'm looking nice, but I took a lot of care with my lippy, and it looks absolutely lovely. Also, I'm wearing my new bra and it makes my boobs look So Good. If Bernini could see me, he would want to sculpt me immediately. And I would let him, of course. Because there's nothing like going down in history as a hot nude Last Duchess-style Olympia (what a terrible mix of allusions). You know, I've been thinking about this, actually. If some respectable artist-type person wanted me to model nude for them, I would probably do it? Like, I look pretty nice nude, if I do say so myself, and I'm not at all averse to more people appreciating my beauty. But like, it would have to be artistic and stuff, and not get spread all over the internet so people could call me bad names and send me death threats. I'm not at all into that, you know. Maybe like a postmodern think-piece on the need for liberation in an all-too restrictive society? Oh no, but you know I'm pretty white-passing, so that might be problematic. Unless they accentuated my Asian features, and then that's kind of like yellow-face, isn't it? So maybe not that. But something. Something cool and awesome and inspirational and not Banksy. Do you know, I had a boyfriend who adored Banksy, like he would never shut up about him. He thought the work was deep and meaningful. Also, he pronounced it "Bansky." Oh man, that's such a hilarious memory. Makes me laugh every time. I'm so glad this whole thing with Dismal Land is getting everyone's attention, because now more people can join me in making fun of the pretentious and classist white-boy debacle that is Banksy, and that's something that I've always wished could happen. Oh, and the idea that it's a good thing because it's exposing underrated artists is completely wrong; from what I've heard, he's just taking advantage of relatively-unknown artists, including young people and people of color, and that's just terrible, especially since he's marketing it as a good thing. Don't you think, sometimes, that the establishment is giving us bread and circuses to distract from the real problems (such as, say, Syria), and we're buying into it? I think so. I know I am. Really, it's quite worrisome to think of where the world is going, and how quickly it's going there. Something definitely needs to be done.

Tomorrow, I have to go back to the courthouse to finish with jury selection, and I really don't want to. Now that I think of it, I'm not sure why, because it gets me out of the house, and allows me some time to sit in a cool air-conditioned building and read. But however you look at it, I've lost my enthusiasm for performing my civic duty! Which is really very worrisome. Have I become cold and jaded? Have I lost the fire and passion of youth? Where are the passions I essayed, where are the tears I made to flow? Oh no!
Really, though, I think it's more to do with the jury selection process than the actual civic-duty bit of it. Like, I would be interested to sit in a trial and aid democracy (and I would be more so if the trial weren't ALL OF 10-14 FRICKIN DAYS), but sitting motionless and listening to a racist old judge ramble on about his wife's tendonitis is really not so fun. I think anyone would be put off by that (except for the other old people, who are perfectly happy to join in the discussion). Not only is it boring, it's annoying! I totally get not being able to use phones in the courtroom, I mean that makes complete sense, and I'm not complaining. BUT it makes it hard to pay attention. I'm one of those people who has to be doing something, you know? In class, I can take notes, but here, there's nothing to take notes of (except for all the old peoples' medical issues, and I think I'd rather not remember those), so my mind just wanders. Well, that's okay, I guess. I always have fun thinking about linguistics and social issues and lambasting the patriarchy in my head. Sometimes I even write speeches for myself. It's a good time. The fact remains, though, I don't want to go to this thing! With luck, I can offend the old white men enough that they don't want to have me in their courtroom anymore. That's the hope.

So I've been sleeping a lot, but I probably should go to bed and sleep more now, since I have to Get Up For Democracy tomorrow, and I feel like it's going to be hard enough to stay awake in there anyway. Hopefully I'll get there early enough that I can get some coffee, otherwise it's going to be a time, I'll tell ya what. It's too bad we're not allowed to wear sunglasses inside, otherwise I could lower the shades and take a discreet little catnap. Okay, anyway, time for me to go sleep (ish)! Hopefully I won't have weird dreams! Goodnight!