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You are Virginia Woolf! You were openly bisexual
and had public affairs, but you never liked
sex. You wrote a seminal feminist work, long
before feminists knew that they were feminists.
In this vein, you never really considered
yourself a feminist. You were a tragic figure,
but a damn genius.


Which Western feminist icon are you?
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I love Virginia.

Well, it's been a while. I've an essay to do, and an exam to prepare for, and I'm working over the weekend, and seeing Measure for Measure. Mmm, it'll be lovely.
Not written much - had a strange burst of pseudo Irish folktale, which was nice. Inspired by The Decemberists retelling of The Tain Bo Cuailgne of the Ulster cycle, which I've always liked. The job: wonderful. Rough start, my resume said I was punctual, and I myself was not, and oh! Dear. But apart from that, I love it. Which is silly, isn't it? It's just making coffee and carrying dishes around. But no, I enjoy it.
Really must get back to Trainspotting. Of all the texts to have to essay about, it's not a bad one.

Well it was August fifteenth and I had a document study due, one one thousand word document study-slash-essay due, and now it is five days later - it is five days late - and I have only minus fifty-five words to show for it (eleven words a day?), and for each of these days (five) I lose one percent. I am five percent of fifteen percent lost on my overall history mark. Was it worth it? Yes.
It was August sixteenth (I had a doc study due yesterday) when my friend and our friend approached me, I was sitting on a bench reading War of the Worlds (for english, the next day) and the red, red vines had just covered the window of the house out hero was trapped in, and red light filtered in. ('He would be born again, emerging from the womb of a house covered in red vines, disgorged and re-made' our english lecturer would say, smiling.) Reading when they approached and then, later, after two cups of tea each, he asked me out.
On August eighteenth I had a job interview, and spent hours (two? three?) trying to find suitable shoes, only to sit there for ten minutes, and be granted a job at the end of coffee and laughter and stilted answers to silly questions. The didn't look at my shoes once, but I had two blisters by the time I got home, and my document study was three days late.
August nineteenth, my first shift and it had been three days since I said I'd call him, since he'd given me his number, and I hadn't. I worked for four hours, and I've five hours work to do tomorrow for how much money? I don't know, but I suspect it will be worth it.
We're having coffee at three tomorrow, and my document study will then be six days late (and that is okay, it is, it is...).
-Morgan