Migraine Pain

Ouch! These need to stop!!!!! I hate them I hate them I hate them....

~~ The Wig, tortured by her own brain

Oh Holy Hell

So the way that I was going to be able to afford this trip and pay for law school and pay my monthly expenses, all at the same time was that I had two jobs. Not so much anymore. You see, I was fired from my weekend job (which, I suppose, is better than being fired from my full-time job). However, my paychecks from my weekend job were being matched, penny for penny, by my father, and all going to pay my tuition. Therefore, my paychecks from my full time job could be used for things like gasoline and plane tickets to Nairobi. Now, my paychecks from my full time job need to go to pay tuition, and I no longer get matching funds from my father, which means that there is a high probability that I will not be able to afford this trip.

This is going to add more fuel to my father's list of reasons why I shouldn't go to Africa.

Dammit! Why did I have to pick this year to give up smoking for Lent? Cuz, right now would be a really good time for a cigarrette.

The slightly less employed Wig

These dreams will be the death of me

For the last several weeks, every sleeping dream that I have had has contained in it, in some capacity, my ex fiance, Mathew Clayton. Sometimes we're back together, sometimes we're just friends, sometimes we're business acquitaintences. (If it is an afternoon nap, it gets a little R rated, but just the naps, which is also wierd.) The context isn't what is important. What is important is the fact that he is there. Does anyone do dream analysis? Can you tell me what my brain is trying to tell me? Because I swear if I have one more, I'm going to get drunk and call him, begging him to leave my dream life alone.

The sleep-deprived Wig

A Barenaked Goodbye

A MESSAGE FROM BARENAKED LADIES

By mutual agreement, Steven Page will be parting company with the remaining members of Barenaked Ladies. Jim Creeggan, Kevin Hearn, Ed Robertson, and Tyler Stewart will continue recording and touring together as Barenaked Ladies. Steven Page will pursue solo projects including theatrical opportunities while the band enters the studio in April 2009, and hits the road in the fall. Page says "These guys are my brothers. We've grown up together over the past twenty years. I love them and wish them all the best in the future." The band also wish Steven well in all of his endeavors. Ed Robertson says: "It's the start of a new chapter for all of us. Here's to the future!" Everyone is looking forward to making new music and thanks their fans for their support.

Bye, Steven. I'll miss your contributions to the band!

~~ The Wig,

Please Stop Talking

just shut up
you’re being a jerk
i don’t care if you think my trip is a waste of time
it’s not
i don’t care if you think that i need to focus on finishing school and graduating and finding a six-figure job so i can pay off my loans
i will graduate, find a job and pay off my loans
going to africa is the next step in the direction I want my career to go.
i want to fix the world
god is calling me to use my gifts to fight for the weak and speak for the voiceless
i can’t not try



just shut up
stop asking me to sell out
i won’t do it
i am going to find a job that let me explore my passion, use my gifts, try to save the world, and pay off my loans in the process
but you have no faith in my ability to do that
you spend your days berating me
telling me how bad my decisions are
instead, you could use all this negative energy, turn it around, and help me figure out a way to do what i want to do and pay off my loans
for once in your life dad
give me the benefit of the doubt
be on my side
encourage me
or just shut the hell up

My Dead Husband's Land

I consider myself a post-feminist. A woman born into a culture where there is an irrebuttable presumption that I am equal to all men, and that we have the same legal rights.

As part of my Human Rights Clinic work, and my internship with the 10/10 Project (www.the1010project.org) I'm discovering the stark reality that my reality is the exception, not the rule... And while the women in Kenya are being forced off their land after their husbands die, this woman is fighting for her rights. This woman is my hero. This woman is who I am working so hard for. This woman is my tree.

This is a visual representation of my current feelings of my life