I'm wearing two hoodies today. That's how bleedin' cold it is, like a witch tit. Just because summer has ended, this usually isn't a cue for the wind to bite. Of course, as if to defy me, the sun is now shining in my eyes.

I have three more classes today, already had one. In fifteen minutes, American Authors (featuring Nathaniel Hawthorne) starts. I've already read maybe ten of his short stories. I think he was an insecure man with a massive inferiority complex, his writing warbling around like a flock of birds. Not to say that all of his writing is bad. I like some of it. I liked the Maypole of Merry Mount, and My Kinsman, Major Molineux. The rest is just shaking with its insecurities.

In American Writers, I had to read Kate Chopin's the Awakening for a second time. I've decided that I like it. I like the cozy beach setting, and the way you can argue the actual intellect of the main character. I like how she commits suicide. I like it. It's easy paper material.

I hate Women's Studies, common fact most people are seeing throughout my many internet outlets. I hate the fact that I have to create a creative autobiographical description of my female coming of age. I want to tell her to stick it up her ass. I've decided to draw a comic in three parts, doing a style in between Persepolis and Fun Home. When I propose my idea to my professor, I imagine she won't like it because she's a typical close-minded wench.

I feel uncomfortable when I think about what topics I can write about. I'm thinking the main one will be how I had a poor relationship with my mother because of her mental instabilities, and how because of that I learned more about how to be a boy than how to be a girl. Hence, tomboy youth. But all of that is none of the professor or the classes business. I hate that this damn class is so autobiographical. Sure, I suffered from some things as a female, sexual harassment, those things... but this class makes females sound so damn victimized and weak, and I certainly dont want to tell these dips about anything I've gone through.

"Females are more likely to be depressed."
"I was picked on in high school - now I'm comfortable with my image."
"If I had been a boy, maybe I wouldn't have been sexually abused."

Fuck you, Women's Studies. I know what it means to be a female. I even consider myself a feminist. But you are WRONG.

Okay, off to class.