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Crawdad Muncher
Jul. 18th, 2011 08:11 amJust ate a ton of crawfish. Okay, so it was actually like half of a pound, but I am still pretty pleased with myself. Especially since after buying them I realized I haven't ever had to dissect a whole crawfish myself for eating, but I figured it out pretty intuitively. (A quick guide: twist the tail off, remove any stomach left on the tail, expose a bit of tail meat, bite/suck meat out of tail. Check claws if they look big enough to hold any substantial meat)
Ying ate the other half of the pound, and somehow did it much less messily than me, but she somehow manages to be less messy than me every time she eats, despite the fact that she doesn't actually eat any more politely/neatly than I do. I have resigned myself to the fact that she has some sort of special skills that allow her to use only one napkin when I use four or five.
Anyways, um...other than that...making an attempt to upload yesterday's photos to flickr; it's going kind of well so far. We were supposed to go to the museum today but went to do surveys instead.
Pamela's dislike for me seems to be growing, which is fine by me. I've been nothing but nice to her, despite my issues with anybody who was comfortably popular in grade school. As in, had any friends at all. Yeah, I know that's most people. It makes me uncomfortable, when it's brought up, which for some reason she does more often than I think is normal. But it's like a reminder, that just a few years ago this person would have been completely ignoring me, or barely tolerating me, even if we were in the same situation. I know on some level that it wasn't really the fault of the people who excluded me, mostly because of their age, but that doesn't really help.
I wonder if it's related to the general antagonism I sometimes feel towards cis people. Maybe I can't tell the difference between a neutral privileged person and an enemy. I still have time to mature, right, I'm only 20? But I'm kind of afraid I'm turning into the trans equivalent of a man-hating feminist. But, the only cis people I know (IRL) who've managed to avoid saying anything terribly insensitive has been Derek, somehow; and my dad. Maybe I just need better cis friends. Or to lower my expectations.
Sorry, that went way more maudlin than I intended D: uh...I've been reading a lot, since we got to Shanghai. Finished His Majesty's Dragon, almost done with Jennifer Government. Keep in mind that I read several books at a time so you can't really gauge my pace from that. (Is it kind of silly to be proud of my reading pace?)
Ying ate the other half of the pound, and somehow did it much less messily than me, but she somehow manages to be less messy than me every time she eats, despite the fact that she doesn't actually eat any more politely/neatly than I do. I have resigned myself to the fact that she has some sort of special skills that allow her to use only one napkin when I use four or five.
Anyways, um...other than that...making an attempt to upload yesterday's photos to flickr; it's going kind of well so far. We were supposed to go to the museum today but went to do surveys instead.
Pamela's dislike for me seems to be growing, which is fine by me. I've been nothing but nice to her, despite my issues with anybody who was comfortably popular in grade school. As in, had any friends at all. Yeah, I know that's most people. It makes me uncomfortable, when it's brought up, which for some reason she does more often than I think is normal. But it's like a reminder, that just a few years ago this person would have been completely ignoring me, or barely tolerating me, even if we were in the same situation. I know on some level that it wasn't really the fault of the people who excluded me, mostly because of their age, but that doesn't really help.
I wonder if it's related to the general antagonism I sometimes feel towards cis people. Maybe I can't tell the difference between a neutral privileged person and an enemy. I still have time to mature, right, I'm only 20? But I'm kind of afraid I'm turning into the trans equivalent of a man-hating feminist. But, the only cis people I know (IRL) who've managed to avoid saying anything terribly insensitive has been Derek, somehow; and my dad. Maybe I just need better cis friends. Or to lower my expectations.
Sorry, that went way more maudlin than I intended D: uh...I've been reading a lot, since we got to Shanghai. Finished His Majesty's Dragon, almost done with Jennifer Government. Keep in mind that I read several books at a time so you can't really gauge my pace from that. (Is it kind of silly to be proud of my reading pace?)
