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So, that wasn't too bad. Mostly, I don't like packing because at the beginning it feels so overwhelming. I never know where to start. But, once I start, it's pretty okay. I pulled off all of the posters on my wall and it didn't look like my room anymore, so then packing was easy. It was actually kinda fun. So, now I have one box just about full and my desk is empty, along with my walls--for the most part. Woohoo!

Okay, so first post:

Sleeping shirtless:

This was a post that I tried to write a couple days ago, but damn blogger erased it all when I went to publish it! The other night I was cold when I went to sleep because I had turned down my heat that day. I ended up sleeping in my fleece sweatshirt, but I woke up in the morning with the bright sunshine making me too hot in the fleece. So, I took it off. I was apprehensive about it at first, for some reason. I really have no clue why. It's not like anyone would come into my room. I'm alone. Plus, I sleep without my shirt on at home, sometimes, and my mom could easily come in and see me. So, my anxiety was ridiculous. Anyway, it was incredible! I ended up sleeping shirtless the next night too. Just me and my skin. Free from the confines of a tee-shirt, and relishing the elements--by elements, I mean my deliciously red jersey knit sheets.

So, this brings me to my [usual] cultural ramble. Why is it unacceptable/inappropriate for women to go shirtless (I mean legally, men. I know that you all would jokingly say that you wouldn't mind. However, the law feels otherwise), but allowed for men? If it's the sex thing, I have a feeling that I find an attractive man's chest just as attractive as another person may find an attractive woman's chest. Therefore, I think this is just another way to make women feel inferior in society. Let's let men tell us what we can and cannot wear ("she was asking to be raped") and then cry about the glass ceiling. People, it's all connected!

Anyway, this wasn't meant to be a tirade.

So, this one time, my dad and I went to a Cubs game in the middle of the summer. The heat index was 108 degrees! If you've never been to Wrigleyville, I will share: there is no shade! At least not for the good seats-which we had. It was ridiculously hot. All I could do to calm my sweatglands was lean forward on the seat-with as little skin as possible touching the hot, miserable plastic. I was wearing a cottony, light tanktop (thank god!), but it was still really hot. I kept stuffing napkins down my shirt to sweep up the little sweat puddles that were collecting in my skin. It was awful. Anyway, while all the women were panting, drinking cold beverages(which turned hot within seconds), and stuffing napkins down their shirts, the men just took off theirs. Now, I don't think that's very fair. Believe you me (ha ha...I always thought that was a ridiculous statement), if it was allowed, my shirt would have been off faster than a speeding bullet! Alas.

Okay, back to my point: if you haven't slept shirtless before, shame on you. It is, by far, one of the best feelings in the world. In fact, I would add it to the "good things" email in a second!

Here's to tonight. Shirtless.

Now, to pack.