february 28, 2001. Just when I thought my gender and orientation had been firmly established: Your Femininity Score is 4.75. Your Masculinity Score is 5.15. You are sex-typed in neither direction. You are androgynous. Motherfuckers... I am so a girl!!! Look. When you're a small child, you think you can wear gendered clothes and switch; like, I could've be a boy if I put on a tiny blue football shirt. Cognitive development sweeps these gender-bending ideas over the side of the good ship Psyche. What am I to think now?? Today is probably the most stressful day of my academic year. (Well, actually yesterday was more stressful, since I was getting ready for today.) Stress is a funny thing, really. Usually I react to pressure with seriousness and defensiveness. I knew that this week was going to suck when I went into it; consequently it hasn't. (Sucked.) Usually I would resent any time spent in classes before a big assignment; yesterday I just chilled & had a good time. Last night there was another night-time seminar; not only did I not fall on my ass getting there, but I found myself appreciating the relevance and delivery of the material (and that rarely if ever happens around here). And to cap it all off, even my "miles to go before I sleep" meeting from 9-12 p.m. was a blast. Yesterday's midnite planning session was incredibly productive; it was also a giggle-fest. We were just too tired to stay serious all the time and it made everything sparkle. It's like I went through the door of Hell & found a garden party going on.