Party People!

I got shot in the face last weekend!
I sh!t you not!

of cousre, I did shoot the guy first.

Now, that I have your attention, let me clarify.
This past weekend, I went to a mil-sim airsoft event as is my wont to let out my aggression and generally man-hate for a few hours. I took Arianna to this place she heard about in Escondido (near the Wild Animal Park) and I took my high-powered sniper rifle and ghillie suit with me. I had an awesome hide all set up when this dude came by as part of the sim trying to counter-snipe me. I put his mug in my crosshairs and drilled him in the neck with an admittedly lucky shot (I was aiming for center mass, but I think my scope got knocked out of true). Anyway, he froze in his tracks, let out a stream of choice four-letter Anglo-Saxonisms (cussing to you and me) and proceeded to spray the general area my shot came from. A lucky round found its mark just to the outside of my right eye, penetrated the decidely cheap goggles I was wearing and cracked my glasses lens.
My eye is perfectly fine, the pellet just bounced off the lens and came to rest at the bottom of my goggles.
And then the wanker proceeds to play on without calling his hit! Can you believe that? Claimed I never hit him. So I shot him again. in the ass.

We came home that evening all aglow with awesomeness and I proceeded to whack off...no reason why I should have told you that, but there it is. I am still a girl, tho! Until I get myself squared away, I gotta use the stock equipment. It is what it is.

I need to find the pic of me wearing my ghillie and let you all see.

Happy Aniversary to me to me!
It has now been five years since I started hormone replacement therapy, Party People!

and I cut my hair.

wow, what a let down, huh?

As soon as I get my sweetie to take a photo of me, I will post it for you.

so, uh...hmmm. I guess that's it, for now.
yeah.

Another one, you say? More ranting about job woes, you cry?

Today, Party People, I have good news for the first time in nearly a year.

I, the great and terrible (mostly terrible) Washu has a job. Hard to believe, you think. Is this the same "alas poor, pitiful me" half girl who went on bitching and complaining all late last year about not having any prospects??

My God, what's next?! Flying pigs? Talking Horses?

No! 'Tis true, I say! I am now gainfully employed (part-time) at my local community college as--dun dun DUN--the dreaded cafeteria lady.
"You all want grey lumps in brown sauce, or brown lumps in grey sauce?"

In all seriousness, however, I am glad to at least be working again, even though I don't actually start until the 20th of this month. I now have something to look forward to other than boring tedium in a library. No I can have the exciting tedium of a cafeteria and a paycheck to boot.

"I have been away too long. My enemies have grown soft. They must learn anew the meaning of ph34r." (go read Mega Tokyo by Fred Gallagher)

Things are looking up for us in the land of Washu's Silliness. Over the past weekend, my daddy, the wonderful person he is, built a very nice machine for us to use. Not only is it a spectacularly fast machine, but I have a new printer with scanner that will talk to the machine allowing me to now scan all my newest art-type stuff for you all to see.
Further, I enrolled in school over the past month to earn a second degree - Architecture this time - no more administrative assitant positions for this transgirl. Yes PArty People, I fully intend to movwe up in this world

Here is something I find interesting...
I can spend all day in class teaching students about transsexuality and giving a face to a somewhat abstract notion. and I have, by the way.
I have yet to encounter any negativity or hostility from the students, instructor or even the school administration.
I suspect it may have to do with a confluence of influences.
1) I lecture in California, one of the most liberal and open-minded places in the world
2) Students are, by choice, more receptive to how things actually work in theory and in practice.
3) I am told I am rather humorous with my lecture. I find that people learn better while they are laughing.

It is my fervent hope that these students go out into the wide world and inform others that trans-folk are not monsters or freaks and that all we want is the same opportunity to prosper as everyone else.