Another year over.
Another All Grrl suscon has come and gone. Another bleed-out station manned. I also got started in on learning new stuff which is always exciting. I just got home now. And all I know is that gas is 99.9 cents a litre, and 20 litres is exactly half my tank. And when my tank is full in my normal course of driving it will take me just about 500km. I wonder what the math is on that. Yes I'm chinese, no I can't think of it right now. (Edit: 40 litres = 500 km. 1 litre = 12.5km. 1 gallon = 47.25 km. 1 gallon = 29.359 miles.) But I noticed that while it's impossible to explain in words, the atmosphere at the suscon was just something I only experienced once the year before. And I do things I don't normally do, not for any reason other than it doesn't feel right anywhere else but here. I talk differently, I act differently and I think differently. And it's not something consious, I don't actively change my behavioural patterns because I'm surrounded by females and void of males. It's all subconsious and it's all subliminal. Or something. My apologies, in the past 3 days I've slept 8 hours if I'm lucky and can still count properly. It was amazing. Jill and Rachel rock much socks. As did everyone else. I didn't know my car could hold so much stuff. It was about 3 inches lower to the ground and I couldn't see but it wasn't that bad. Assembly lines work but no one knows why. And mom still owes me pizza.
