May Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard

Now that the holidays are over, I suppose I can begin blogging again. Every once in awhile I get the urge to start a new blog (or blank book) as if it will allow me to create a new identity. I guess I'll stick with this identity for now. Frankly, I'm too tired to reinvent myself.
Classes are the same old bullshit. It gets increasingly difficult to force myself to go. I've probably said this before: if so, then now it is doubly difficult. I didn't really come back to blogging in order to bitch about my life, it just comes so naturally.
Nothing about the world really upsets me today, that's probably why I'm focusing on feeling sorry for myself. :) Just a little: I really am aware that I am blessed and have nothing to complain about. Except that my fiance has to work on valentine's day. I made cupcakes to ease my loneliness. And because I love cupcakes. Its just a normal, rainy, cold, grey, crappy, muddy february day in Ohio.
Right now I'm watching "The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer" with Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, and Shirley Temple. It is one of my all time favorite movies. I especially like the fact that Myrna Loy is a judge in this movie: it was probably my first exposure to a sexy woman portrayed as successful in the legal field. That and Katherine Hepburn in Adam's Rib. The two aspects of womanhood are hard to reconcile for classical hollywood, they always have to compromise somehow. Still, I grew up with these movies so I find them comforting, even though now I feel the need to view them through a feminist lens.
I know: my next rant will be on the wedding industry! I can get angry about that easily now that I've been thrown into it and have to deal with the madness it peddles. I will get on that soon. Now I think I need chinese food. Yes.