Look at this!
http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/cancer.htm
Yes, there are typos on the webpage, but the entire description is eerily resonating.
My favorite parts:
"It's brutally unfair to toy with the heart of this girl..."
It's true.
"It's hard to know when she'll suddenly become vulnerable to hidden meanings. You could waltz in some night and say, "Your hair looks gorgeous," and she'll get a tear in her eye. Why? Because you insinuated her hair looked frightful the last time you saw her. Cancer women can be quite touchy."
Of course. This happens to me a lot, especially concerning hair.
"She hates to be criticized, she is deeply wounded by ridicule, and she just can't stand being rejected. One, two, three. They're basics. Seldom openly aggressive, the typical Cancerian hesitates. You'll have to make the first move. If she moves anywhere at all, it will be backwards or side–ways. With her basically shy nature and fear that she won't be accepted."
"Everything has a sentimental value, in–cluding canceled checks from 1952 and her old Girl Scout badges. She treasures the things she owns and guards them jealously. That, of course, includes you. She's not so much jealous as possessive. There's a shade of difference."
I'll even save name tags if they're from semi-special events.
"The desire to be a little spoiled by loved ones seems to be buried deep in the Cancerian nature. She needs desperately to know you can't live with–out her. and sometimes shell go to great lengths to arouse your pity and protective instincts, just to be assured she means a lot to you. It's really very little for her to ask, when she gives so much in return. But don't be fooled by her weakness during these episodes. That helpless little baby who seeks your big, strong arms to keep out the cold, cruel world is perfectly able to manage by herself, if she must."
And I HATE being treated like I can't manage on my own.
"There's no end to the heroic sacrifice a Cancer woman will be capable of for those she loves. The bravery she can't seem to muster for herself and her own fears is there shining when someone close needs her to be strong."
Unless I decided to not visit you when you're dying....whoops. Actually, I have come to terms with this, and I genuinely think that in a way, that was my way of being strong for her. To stay as close as we had always been would have killed me, and if I acted like something devastating was actually happening, it may have killed her faster. Seriously. I told her for a year that she would most definitely get better, and definitely would not die. It turns out that I was WRONG. But, if I hadn't told her that, and had acted like she might leave at any moment, I would have been more "there for her" as she died, but I don't think it would have been better at all.
"One of the dearest Cancerian women I ever knew was born in Europe, and when she was ill, she would sing every word of the Russian lullabies she had heard as a child, even though she came to America almost half a century ago. Most of us would be lucky if we remembered the tune or words to "Rockabye Baby."
Yuuuup. I can sing every song my parents sung to me when I was little. Including ones that they made up, and ones in mixes of African languages.
"She can be afraid to go to sleep in the dark without a soft night light, afraid of fire and matches, afraid of fast cars and loud noises."
I used to be so terrified at night that I would like perfectly still with my blankets pulled over my head so that nothing could see me. And did this thing that I called duc breathing where I would hardly breathe so that my chest wouldn't rise and fall. I think I didn't actually fall asleep, I eventually just passed out from lack of oxygen every night.
"Baby beluga in the deep blue sea. He swims so wild and he swims so free. He's got heaven above and the sea below. He's just a little white whale on the go."
-Raffi
"Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika
Maluphakanyisw' uphondo lwayo,
Yizwa imithandazo yethu,
Nkosi sikelela, thina lusapho lwayo.
Morena boloka setjhaba sa heso,
O fedise dintwa la matshwenyeho,
O se boloke, O se boloke setjhaba sa heso,
Setjhaba sa South Afrika - South Afrika."
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
I am more emo than Savage Garden
My back pain is back with a vengeance. I don't even know what brought it on. I didn't move or twist weirdly at all today, but by the time I was washing my face tonight, I couldn't even bend over the sink. I had to stand almost upright and I proceeded to splash water all down my clothes. I wonder if this is what it is like to be old and deteriorating like John McCain. Why is my life so difficult? ....I have asked that in my head this week so many more times than I can even count.
It's funny, though. Sometimes, the person who can best comfort myself is me. Like when I had to pull an all-nighter in Odegaard for that group paper in polisci, and then I got sick and threw up in the bathroom at 5 am, when I still had 5 pages left to write. Everybody tried to make me feel better, and Samantha taught me how to snort water to make my nose/throat stop stinging, but the thing that comforted me the most was the subject lines I used when I was e-mailing the updated versions of the paper back to myself. They were all titled completely dorky things like "I love you, babe," and "I love sex and starbursts". My little messages to myself were the primary reason I stayed upright and typing until 9 am.
Also, when I used to get really really sad (before Olive died, because now I have somehow lost the ability to get as upset), and I couldn't go to anyone else for help, either because it was late at night, or I was upset about something that I couldn't tell the people around me, then I used to sing myself my song. It was a song that I had written way back in middle school when my friends and I were at the height of our brooding intorspective phase. And we all decided to write our own song. Supremely dorky once again, but when I got uncontrollably upset, that song was one of the only ways I knew to feel better.
I think it's because when you use something that you have written to yourself or done in the past to feel better, it's like you are actively comforting someone else, even though that someone is yourself. There's something about exerting emotion for other people that automatically makes you feel better. Like the way that when a friend is having a hard time, you can immediately forget whatever petty nonsense was making you upset and go talk to them. And so I fake myself out by pretending to be helping somone who needs me.
I don't actually know what I am going on about. Or rather, I know, but I don't know why I am bothering to write it down even when I can't explain it fully, and when it doesn't really matter. At least it isn't insulting to anybody....which is an improvement, I suppose.
Alternately, when you are upset (because you might not have written your own song in middle school or feel comfortable writing yourself e-mails...), I would recommend chucking your roommate's Ronald Reagan bobblehead at walls. This is what I do sometimes, and it never fails to satisfy me. He is quite a stubborn little beast, and has yet to break. It's true that I might feel guilty if it did break, since it belongs to Max, but not that much considering he refuses to take it back ever since he hid it behind my curtains one night and scared me half to death. He thinks the idea of me sleeping inside the same room as Reagan is hilarious...hmph. Little does he know of my domestic abuse.
"Alice:
I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!
[...]
Eaglet:
Speak English! I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!
[...]
Alice:
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see."
-Lewis Carroll, brilliant fiend
It's funny, though. Sometimes, the person who can best comfort myself is me. Like when I had to pull an all-nighter in Odegaard for that group paper in polisci, and then I got sick and threw up in the bathroom at 5 am, when I still had 5 pages left to write. Everybody tried to make me feel better, and Samantha taught me how to snort water to make my nose/throat stop stinging, but the thing that comforted me the most was the subject lines I used when I was e-mailing the updated versions of the paper back to myself. They were all titled completely dorky things like "I love you, babe," and "I love sex and starbursts". My little messages to myself were the primary reason I stayed upright and typing until 9 am.
Also, when I used to get really really sad (before Olive died, because now I have somehow lost the ability to get as upset), and I couldn't go to anyone else for help, either because it was late at night, or I was upset about something that I couldn't tell the people around me, then I used to sing myself my song. It was a song that I had written way back in middle school when my friends and I were at the height of our brooding intorspective phase. And we all decided to write our own song. Supremely dorky once again, but when I got uncontrollably upset, that song was one of the only ways I knew to feel better.
I think it's because when you use something that you have written to yourself or done in the past to feel better, it's like you are actively comforting someone else, even though that someone is yourself. There's something about exerting emotion for other people that automatically makes you feel better. Like the way that when a friend is having a hard time, you can immediately forget whatever petty nonsense was making you upset and go talk to them. And so I fake myself out by pretending to be helping somone who needs me.
I don't actually know what I am going on about. Or rather, I know, but I don't know why I am bothering to write it down even when I can't explain it fully, and when it doesn't really matter. At least it isn't insulting to anybody....which is an improvement, I suppose.
Alternately, when you are upset (because you might not have written your own song in middle school or feel comfortable writing yourself e-mails...), I would recommend chucking your roommate's Ronald Reagan bobblehead at walls. This is what I do sometimes, and it never fails to satisfy me. He is quite a stubborn little beast, and has yet to break. It's true that I might feel guilty if it did break, since it belongs to Max, but not that much considering he refuses to take it back ever since he hid it behind my curtains one night and scared me half to death. He thinks the idea of me sleeping inside the same room as Reagan is hilarious...hmph. Little does he know of my domestic abuse.
"Alice:
I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!
[...]
Eaglet:
Speak English! I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!
[...]
Alice:
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see."
-Lewis Carroll, brilliant fiend
Friday, February 23, 2007
Don't. Stop. Thinkin' bout tomorrow.
I remember Clinton's campaign. Do you?
Apparently, Senator Ed Murray has taken an interest in my blog. This is intriguing, because only 5 people that I know of actually read it. I'm all for politicians responding directly to public criticism and everything (alas, John Kerry did not follow this Clinton-esque strategy and we are all suffering for it), but the 43rd district Democratic race is apparently more contentious than I formerly imagined if those 5 votes really do count that much. And that is not even taking into account that those 5 kids are college students in the U-district.
These days the U-district can't turn out in the polls in large enough numbers to sway shit, and believe me when I say that our beloved 43rd reps know this better than anybody, and will not hesitate to discuss this issue in justification for some of their not-so-student-friendly legislative actions. Don't worry, Senator Murray, I'm not making things up here, and I wasn't before either. I haven't had these discussions with you, but I do read the newspaper. Even The Daily, though sometimes embarassingly amateur, is legit enough to not maliciously mischaracterize your intentions to the student body. Additionally, you and others have been surprisingly candid to many a student regarding our unfortunate position in the political heirarchy of constituents. It's cool, though, we understand how the legislature works and that these calculations have to be made...just don't get your panties in a twist if one student blogger isn't your biggest fan. It can hardly be surprising considering how long the student conduct code drama has been going on, but hopefully that is passe now and future students will be able to forgive--or at least to forget.
If anyone missed the rant that generated Ed Murray's comment, check it out: http://phoebestrivialpursuits.blogspot.com/2007/02/cant-touch-this.html
Yes, it was over the top, but I think Senator Murray's response proves that we all can get a little crotchety when provoked. In the spirit of the equal opportunity provision, here is his response again:
I am not sure if the author was one of the people who visited my in Olympia? If so I don’t believe we were in the same meeting. I did not bitch about students not voting. I did share a concern about low voter turn out in the U district. We then had a discussion about if democratic students should register in the very democratic 43rd or if they came from a suburban republican leaning district if they should register there. I also did not say students opinions don’t matter. I think my record of meeting with UW students over the years can not be matched by other legislators. In addition I have hired as legislative staff and campaign staff students I have met as a result of those meetings. Finally I did not say I wanted to level husky stadium and mentioned I attended football games in the stadium. Again I have a long record of attempting to find a solution to the SR520 problem for all of us who live, work and study on the Seattle side of the lake.
So I don’t mind being considered an asshole, I just think when you make up comments I did not say you are also being an asshole.
February 20, 2007 10:47 AM
Isn't it good to know that even legislators make an occasional typo? I know that I feel better knowing it. Granted an aide could have written it for him, which would be much less satisfying, but you can't have everything I suppose. I'm not here to be a grammar biatch, however. Instead I would just like to respond to a few things.
First, like I said before, these comments are not made up, aaaand, they were not all attributed to Senator Murray. Let me burn an additional bridge here (pun intended...520, anybody?), by emphasizing out that at any point during my galactically offensive entry I was referring to either the man in question or the 43rd Representative, and in some cases, both. I am sure the Senator is being honest in asserting here that he never claimed to want to level the 520, and I commend him on sharing that sentiment with me. I am marginally pacified, and only think that one individual here is "off his rocker", which I believe is the allegation in question.
However, I think it is important to note that the message that UW students' opinions on certain issues are largely unimportant to both of our state legislators in the 43rd, has been communicated clearly to all of us whether the Senator would like to admit it or not. If this is one of those Mary Cheney-do not discuss topics, then perhaps fewer public comments on the topic from our reps themselves would be prudent? And let's be honest, discussions with regular UW students on campus or elsewhere are not private. You are doing us a favor by meeting with us, but we owe you nothing in return, especially not confidentiality. Expect that word will get around about the opinions you share in front of us...especially if you are blunt and insensitive as a virgin Representative [Ed, this is a situation where I am referring to someone other than you--I'm sorry it happens sometimes, I'll try to differentiate more now, though, so that we can all be on the same page. And, heads up, becuse in the next sentence I will go back to adressing both men of the 43rd]. Overall, we, as students are neither blind nor dumb, and everything that I so eloquently shared before *insert sarcasm here for those of you who have issues picking it up* has actually been impressed upon us by way of direct comments, veiled threats, and legislative actions over the past couple of years. As a Democrat who has voted to elect both of you, I have no motivation to call you out on made-up shit, especially considering my audience of 5...which I suppose is now around 6 + leg aides?
Second, I would also like to commend the legislator for his statement that his record of meeting with UW students is matched by no other legislator. I would agree. Of course, excluding the newbie Pedersen, he is the only legislator that has the UW as part of his constituency, so I would hope that his record would stand as such. Additionally, it is important to distinguish between meeting with and listening to UW students (this is a discussion point, not an allegation--I have no intimate knowledge of your receptiveness to students outside of the conduct code issue, but am sure that you are an advocate for us based on the hiring practices that you stated in your comment). Still, I think that we can all agree that this is a positive thing. Snaps for the Senator meeting with students.
Third, I'm glad that you don't mind being considered an asshole. You should get used to it with a career in politics, as I will apparently have to if I make a habit out of insulting politicians. And, once again, don't worry, I don't have a lot of political pull, so there's no way my opinion of you here will bite you in the ass in the Democratic stronghold that is your district outside of what you make of it. If you take anything away from my comments other than a general annoyance with UW students (that may help you bond more with community surrounding UW, actually), I hope it is that even if we don't turn out at the polls, don't have a lot of political clout, and don't communicate with you on a regular basis, UW students do not exactly view you as our fearless leader. We have a lot of criticism for you, some constructive, some reduced to Tricky Dick allusions. What it comes down to, though, is that no matter how many UW students you've met with, you've made it clear where you stand on certain issues that affect us. We want to want you as our Senator. We're mostly liberal to the death. We're just tired of being talked down to and disrespected (here, I am not taking into account that you just called me an asshole...I think it's special that we just shared our opinions of one another, I am referring to condescending statements previously made, or sentiments made clear though legislative action).
That's all.
Tee hee hee. I still think that it's hilarious that 5 whole minutes must have been spent reading and responding to my blog. Seriously, is Oly that boring? Isn't there legislation to be writing or something? I guess it's like the snarky kid from my polisci class would say: "It's the legislative hustle, son."
"You can't handle the truth. [...] We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to."
-Jack Nicholson, A Few Good Men
Apparently, Senator Ed Murray has taken an interest in my blog. This is intriguing, because only 5 people that I know of actually read it. I'm all for politicians responding directly to public criticism and everything (alas, John Kerry did not follow this Clinton-esque strategy and we are all suffering for it), but the 43rd district Democratic race is apparently more contentious than I formerly imagined if those 5 votes really do count that much. And that is not even taking into account that those 5 kids are college students in the U-district.
These days the U-district can't turn out in the polls in large enough numbers to sway shit, and believe me when I say that our beloved 43rd reps know this better than anybody, and will not hesitate to discuss this issue in justification for some of their not-so-student-friendly legislative actions. Don't worry, Senator Murray, I'm not making things up here, and I wasn't before either. I haven't had these discussions with you, but I do read the newspaper. Even The Daily, though sometimes embarassingly amateur, is legit enough to not maliciously mischaracterize your intentions to the student body. Additionally, you and others have been surprisingly candid to many a student regarding our unfortunate position in the political heirarchy of constituents. It's cool, though, we understand how the legislature works and that these calculations have to be made...just don't get your panties in a twist if one student blogger isn't your biggest fan. It can hardly be surprising considering how long the student conduct code drama has been going on, but hopefully that is passe now and future students will be able to forgive--or at least to forget.
If anyone missed the rant that generated Ed Murray's comment, check it out: http://phoebestrivialpursuits.blogspot.com/2007/02/cant-touch-this.html
Yes, it was over the top, but I think Senator Murray's response proves that we all can get a little crotchety when provoked. In the spirit of the equal opportunity provision, here is his response again:
I am not sure if the author was one of the people who visited my in Olympia? If so I don’t believe we were in the same meeting. I did not bitch about students not voting. I did share a concern about low voter turn out in the U district. We then had a discussion about if democratic students should register in the very democratic 43rd or if they came from a suburban republican leaning district if they should register there. I also did not say students opinions don’t matter. I think my record of meeting with UW students over the years can not be matched by other legislators. In addition I have hired as legislative staff and campaign staff students I have met as a result of those meetings. Finally I did not say I wanted to level husky stadium and mentioned I attended football games in the stadium. Again I have a long record of attempting to find a solution to the SR520 problem for all of us who live, work and study on the Seattle side of the lake.
So I don’t mind being considered an asshole, I just think when you make up comments I did not say you are also being an asshole.
February 20, 2007 10:47 AM
Isn't it good to know that even legislators make an occasional typo? I know that I feel better knowing it. Granted an aide could have written it for him, which would be much less satisfying, but you can't have everything I suppose. I'm not here to be a grammar biatch, however. Instead I would just like to respond to a few things.
First, like I said before, these comments are not made up, aaaand, they were not all attributed to Senator Murray. Let me burn an additional bridge here (pun intended...520, anybody?), by emphasizing out that at any point during my galactically offensive entry I was referring to either the man in question or the 43rd Representative, and in some cases, both. I am sure the Senator is being honest in asserting here that he never claimed to want to level the 520, and I commend him on sharing that sentiment with me. I am marginally pacified, and only think that one individual here is "off his rocker", which I believe is the allegation in question.
However, I think it is important to note that the message that UW students' opinions on certain issues are largely unimportant to both of our state legislators in the 43rd, has been communicated clearly to all of us whether the Senator would like to admit it or not. If this is one of those Mary Cheney-do not discuss topics, then perhaps fewer public comments on the topic from our reps themselves would be prudent? And let's be honest, discussions with regular UW students on campus or elsewhere are not private. You are doing us a favor by meeting with us, but we owe you nothing in return, especially not confidentiality. Expect that word will get around about the opinions you share in front of us...especially if you are blunt and insensitive as a virgin Representative [Ed, this is a situation where I am referring to someone other than you--I'm sorry it happens sometimes, I'll try to differentiate more now, though, so that we can all be on the same page. And, heads up, becuse in the next sentence I will go back to adressing both men of the 43rd]. Overall, we, as students are neither blind nor dumb, and everything that I so eloquently shared before *insert sarcasm here for those of you who have issues picking it up* has actually been impressed upon us by way of direct comments, veiled threats, and legislative actions over the past couple of years. As a Democrat who has voted to elect both of you, I have no motivation to call you out on made-up shit, especially considering my audience of 5...which I suppose is now around 6 + leg aides?
Second, I would also like to commend the legislator for his statement that his record of meeting with UW students is matched by no other legislator. I would agree. Of course, excluding the newbie Pedersen, he is the only legislator that has the UW as part of his constituency, so I would hope that his record would stand as such. Additionally, it is important to distinguish between meeting with and listening to UW students (this is a discussion point, not an allegation--I have no intimate knowledge of your receptiveness to students outside of the conduct code issue, but am sure that you are an advocate for us based on the hiring practices that you stated in your comment). Still, I think that we can all agree that this is a positive thing. Snaps for the Senator meeting with students.
Third, I'm glad that you don't mind being considered an asshole. You should get used to it with a career in politics, as I will apparently have to if I make a habit out of insulting politicians. And, once again, don't worry, I don't have a lot of political pull, so there's no way my opinion of you here will bite you in the ass in the Democratic stronghold that is your district outside of what you make of it. If you take anything away from my comments other than a general annoyance with UW students (that may help you bond more with community surrounding UW, actually), I hope it is that even if we don't turn out at the polls, don't have a lot of political clout, and don't communicate with you on a regular basis, UW students do not exactly view you as our fearless leader. We have a lot of criticism for you, some constructive, some reduced to Tricky Dick allusions. What it comes down to, though, is that no matter how many UW students you've met with, you've made it clear where you stand on certain issues that affect us. We want to want you as our Senator. We're mostly liberal to the death. We're just tired of being talked down to and disrespected (here, I am not taking into account that you just called me an asshole...I think it's special that we just shared our opinions of one another, I am referring to condescending statements previously made, or sentiments made clear though legislative action).
That's all.
Tee hee hee. I still think that it's hilarious that 5 whole minutes must have been spent reading and responding to my blog. Seriously, is Oly that boring? Isn't there legislation to be writing or something? I guess it's like the snarky kid from my polisci class would say: "It's the legislative hustle, son."
"You can't handle the truth. [...] We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to."
-Jack Nicholson, A Few Good Men
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Break it down, Johann, break it down.
Pachelbel's Cannon in D is beautiful. Who is this speaking? I don't know. Since when do I sit around listening to classical music? I appreciate it, and sometimes I listen when I'm doing math type things, but not during my typical leisure listening time. Apparently I listen to Pachelbel now on occasion when I'm doing unacademic things as well. You know, between the 80's and Newsies. I can't deny it, I do love a good crescendo.
In the category of things that are sillier than life, you might want to check out the picture, Dali Atomicus, by Philippe Halsman. It took 6 hours, 28 jumps, and a roomful of assistants throwing angry cats and buckets of water into the air to capture that bit of art. Who knew that they had so much fun way back in 1948?
Speaking of angry kittens, Cheney actually makes me want to hide under the covers and wait for '08. Jon Stewart showed a clip of him tonight being thoroughly awkward and completely hilarious as per usual. If Cheney doesn't like what you are saying or asking he'll just sit there staring you down, most likely wishing death upon you and your entire family with his constipated little gaze. I would actually never want to get close enough to him to be in range of his evil eye. The Larouchies may finally be onto something here. For the first time. No, nobody wants a bridge to be built across the Atlantic. Sorry guys, didn't mean to get your hopes up, I know you've been pulling for that one a while. But seriously, Cheney might actually eat kittens like those birkenstock-wearing carol-singing misfits' signs proclaim. Don't talk about it, though, that's his personal life and isn't up for public critique. He might knife you. The man is a sack of rage.
Double-take of the day: Ross Perot's first name is not Ross. It is something that starts with H. I was very disturbed to hear this today, because it suggests that I might be a bit young here. Hold on, let me wikipedia it...ah, yes. His name is Henry. Like the mad biznatch from Lost. He also is apparently the 57th richest person in the United States. Anyway, I don't actually know if the H is common knowledge. Perhaps I'm safe on the age issue. I'll have to do a quick poll tomorrow.
"Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae."
-Kurt Vonnegut
In the category of things that are sillier than life, you might want to check out the picture, Dali Atomicus, by Philippe Halsman. It took 6 hours, 28 jumps, and a roomful of assistants throwing angry cats and buckets of water into the air to capture that bit of art. Who knew that they had so much fun way back in 1948?
Speaking of angry kittens, Cheney actually makes me want to hide under the covers and wait for '08. Jon Stewart showed a clip of him tonight being thoroughly awkward and completely hilarious as per usual. If Cheney doesn't like what you are saying or asking he'll just sit there staring you down, most likely wishing death upon you and your entire family with his constipated little gaze. I would actually never want to get close enough to him to be in range of his evil eye. The Larouchies may finally be onto something here. For the first time. No, nobody wants a bridge to be built across the Atlantic. Sorry guys, didn't mean to get your hopes up, I know you've been pulling for that one a while. But seriously, Cheney might actually eat kittens like those birkenstock-wearing carol-singing misfits' signs proclaim. Don't talk about it, though, that's his personal life and isn't up for public critique. He might knife you. The man is a sack of rage.
Double-take of the day: Ross Perot's first name is not Ross. It is something that starts with H. I was very disturbed to hear this today, because it suggests that I might be a bit young here. Hold on, let me wikipedia it...ah, yes. His name is Henry. Like the mad biznatch from Lost. He also is apparently the 57th richest person in the United States. Anyway, I don't actually know if the H is common knowledge. Perhaps I'm safe on the age issue. I'll have to do a quick poll tomorrow.
"Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae."
-Kurt Vonnegut
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The DL on the TP
My thesis advisor is basically my hero. I was incredibly apprehensive about going to meet with him today, because I missed both of our last meetings; first, because I had double-booked, and second, because I hurt my back. I've also done NO WORK recently so I had absolutely no progress to show. But, he was fine. Not I'll-let-you-slack fine, just, I-know-you'll-do-the-work-soon fine.
Plus, I like talking to him more than I like talking to most people who pop up in my daily schedule. His southern accent absurdly puts me at ease, and we have long conversations having nothing to do with my thesis. Like about how we both think that the 43rd district reps are assholes and how Democratic infighting creates serious obstacles to the party's agenda and inordinate amounts of frustration to people like us. I'm so glad that I found him, because I've never even taken one of his classes or anything. I can't imagine a better advisor for me and my research. :) !!!!!!!!
I miss....
Photography--I haven't taken pictures with any camera other than a digital one since high school. It just doesn't seem worth it if you're not developing it yourself and choosing the size and tint and everything. I wasn't amazing at it or anything, but I still have some surprisingly kick ass pictures that I took. And I love pictures.
Soccer--Particularly the feeling of tackling the forwards from the other team. And then the girls get all snotty when they get frustrated after not being able to get by you every single time. And nothing can beat playing in the mud and rain.
Getting perfect grades--What happened to me? Coming out of my freshman year, my gpa was fully 3.97. Believe me, though, its all gone downhill from there. And this quarter will definitely add a United States deficit sized dip into the slope. Sad.
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For all my hatred of the UW Econ department (sordidly unaccountable professors and inconsistent class quality), I really do love econ. I will always be able to stand being the only non-asian, and girl in my classes if the material continues to be so completely intuitive. It's true that I don't appreciate bothersome things like math, but when I understand how to do certain types of problems well enough to the point where the math is just a stepping stone and I can see past it to the greater logic of the problem, and then be able to immediately see how to solve another problem when an extra stage or firm is added, then it is oh so enjoyable. I am such a nerd, and I don't even get the grades to justify it anymore, but if you try it out I think you will find that econ is undeniably satisfying.
"HOUSE MEETING WEDNESDAY: Come if you ever want toilet paper again."
-the Bitch Board in our kitchen
Plus, I like talking to him more than I like talking to most people who pop up in my daily schedule. His southern accent absurdly puts me at ease, and we have long conversations having nothing to do with my thesis. Like about how we both think that the 43rd district reps are assholes and how Democratic infighting creates serious obstacles to the party's agenda and inordinate amounts of frustration to people like us. I'm so glad that I found him, because I've never even taken one of his classes or anything. I can't imagine a better advisor for me and my research. :) !!!!!!!!
I miss....
Photography--I haven't taken pictures with any camera other than a digital one since high school. It just doesn't seem worth it if you're not developing it yourself and choosing the size and tint and everything. I wasn't amazing at it or anything, but I still have some surprisingly kick ass pictures that I took. And I love pictures.
Soccer--Particularly the feeling of tackling the forwards from the other team. And then the girls get all snotty when they get frustrated after not being able to get by you every single time. And nothing can beat playing in the mud and rain.
Getting perfect grades--What happened to me? Coming out of my freshman year, my gpa was fully 3.97. Believe me, though, its all gone downhill from there. And this quarter will definitely add a United States deficit sized dip into the slope. Sad.
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For all my hatred of the UW Econ department (sordidly unaccountable professors and inconsistent class quality), I really do love econ. I will always be able to stand being the only non-asian, and girl in my classes if the material continues to be so completely intuitive. It's true that I don't appreciate bothersome things like math, but when I understand how to do certain types of problems well enough to the point where the math is just a stepping stone and I can see past it to the greater logic of the problem, and then be able to immediately see how to solve another problem when an extra stage or firm is added, then it is oh so enjoyable. I am such a nerd, and I don't even get the grades to justify it anymore, but if you try it out I think you will find that econ is undeniably satisfying.
"HOUSE MEETING WEDNESDAY: Come if you ever want toilet paper again."
-the Bitch Board in our kitchen
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Can't Touch This
Stop....Hammer time.
Seriously, though. Is it cool if you don't put your hands on me? I'm not weird, and I'm not trying to be a bitch. I like hugs and everything....if I at least know you well enough that you know my favorite and least favorite politicians, which is probably all of my friends. But otherwise, can you please not?
Thanks. I'm glad we got that cleared up.
It's too bad that Jamie Pedersen and Ed Murray are such assholes. Please, guys. If you are going to bitch about students not voting to the few students who are...the same ones who are running the voting drives and working on your campaigns, and THEN tell us that our opinions don't matter because students as a whole don't vote, that's bullshit. You should probably rethink why you are a Democrat, because unlike Republicans, you are supposed to listen to all of your constituents. And, I'm really very sorry, but you are off your rocker if you think that anyone will let you get away with levelling Husky Stadium to make room for a new 520 off-ramp. Honestly, when I talk to those two muffins, I feel like I'm sitting in a room with two coke-railing Richard Nixons.
"One vote is worth a hundred obscene slogans."
-Richard Nixon
Seriously, though. Is it cool if you don't put your hands on me? I'm not weird, and I'm not trying to be a bitch. I like hugs and everything....if I at least know you well enough that you know my favorite and least favorite politicians, which is probably all of my friends. But otherwise, can you please not?
Thanks. I'm glad we got that cleared up.
It's too bad that Jamie Pedersen and Ed Murray are such assholes. Please, guys. If you are going to bitch about students not voting to the few students who are...the same ones who are running the voting drives and working on your campaigns, and THEN tell us that our opinions don't matter because students as a whole don't vote, that's bullshit. You should probably rethink why you are a Democrat, because unlike Republicans, you are supposed to listen to all of your constituents. And, I'm really very sorry, but you are off your rocker if you think that anyone will let you get away with levelling Husky Stadium to make room for a new 520 off-ramp. Honestly, when I talk to those two muffins, I feel like I'm sitting in a room with two coke-railing Richard Nixons.
"One vote is worth a hundred obscene slogans."
-Richard Nixon
Monday, February 19, 2007
Fluffy animals win.
Don't worry, I don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn or anything. Oh wait, I do. What kind of fruitcake plans a Lobby Day that requires you to BE in Oly at 9 am. They know that people are driving in from all over the state tomorrow morning. Are they high? I certainly hope so, because the cruelty that would require them to be able to set that time while perfectly sober is astonishing. Things like this make me want to be politically apathetic, or at least uninvolved.
I went to the Quad's tonight. I am so nerdy, but I LOVE having people who have known me and my family for a long time. And, let's be honest, having someone else feed me is wonderful, especially when cheesecake is included. One thing Jo (the mom) said tonight, however, was thoroughly frightening. Apparently, her wealthy friend was contacted by her Swiss bank and advised to convert all her money in the bank to gold, because the bank was certain that an attack on Iran by the United States was imminent in the next month. Scary. I know lots of people are sure that the administration is headed there soon, but I honestly have trouble believing it. For all of Bush's sheer stupidity, he still has Cheney by his side, and although Cheney is undoubtedly the more evil of the two (making Bush's impeachment a Democrat's nightmare), he must have the political savviness to realize that their administration CANNOT AFFORD another Iraq. Which Iran would inevitably be.
Did you know that pandas bounce? This is true. They fall out of their trees suprisingly often, and when they hit the ground they literally bounce. The babies realize this after a few dozen falls and then start to get even more jiggy with it on tree branches, and just bounce when they fall off.
If I had to rank the top animals that I would like to hold, I would actually put pandas above koalas, even though I have said my whole life that I would love to hold a koala. You can, actually, if you can make it to the Lone Pine Wildlife Conservatory in Australia. They encourage people to volunteer for a 2-week period with the koalas. I would rather go to China, though, because pandas are not as fiesty as koalas, in addition to being less boring. Koalas are boring because they have almost no nutritional value in their diet (eucalyptus leaves)...their daily intake is actually supposed to be the koala equivalent of the amount of nutritional value provided to us by a bowl of cereal. No joke. Anyway, the important thing is that pandas are more playful and fuzzier and thus I will visit China, before I trek down to Australia.
I have discoved that for the first time ever, I can say one carefully chosen sentence in a Spanish accent. "It was black as night when we trekked through the bush." It's pretty amazing. I can't wait to show my cousins. They will tear it apart. (: And here's a related secret: Aqua di Gio cologne may actually be the way to my heart. I wish that every boy I know would wear it. Not so I can fall for them, just so that I can to live in a society where I get to smell it 50% of the time.
Sometimes I think that maybe if I wrote in here when I wasn't falling asleep, I would actually have something profound to say. I don't think I've ever tried it, but let's be honest, half of my time really is spent thinking about pandas, cologne, and petty complaints, so this is probably as good as its gonna get.
"Holler at THAT man. He is fucking fierce!"
Chloe Harper, watching The Long Kiss Goodnight
I went to the Quad's tonight. I am so nerdy, but I LOVE having people who have known me and my family for a long time. And, let's be honest, having someone else feed me is wonderful, especially when cheesecake is included. One thing Jo (the mom) said tonight, however, was thoroughly frightening. Apparently, her wealthy friend was contacted by her Swiss bank and advised to convert all her money in the bank to gold, because the bank was certain that an attack on Iran by the United States was imminent in the next month. Scary. I know lots of people are sure that the administration is headed there soon, but I honestly have trouble believing it. For all of Bush's sheer stupidity, he still has Cheney by his side, and although Cheney is undoubtedly the more evil of the two (making Bush's impeachment a Democrat's nightmare), he must have the political savviness to realize that their administration CANNOT AFFORD another Iraq. Which Iran would inevitably be.
Did you know that pandas bounce? This is true. They fall out of their trees suprisingly often, and when they hit the ground they literally bounce. The babies realize this after a few dozen falls and then start to get even more jiggy with it on tree branches, and just bounce when they fall off.
If I had to rank the top animals that I would like to hold, I would actually put pandas above koalas, even though I have said my whole life that I would love to hold a koala. You can, actually, if you can make it to the Lone Pine Wildlife Conservatory in Australia. They encourage people to volunteer for a 2-week period with the koalas. I would rather go to China, though, because pandas are not as fiesty as koalas, in addition to being less boring. Koalas are boring because they have almost no nutritional value in their diet (eucalyptus leaves)...their daily intake is actually supposed to be the koala equivalent of the amount of nutritional value provided to us by a bowl of cereal. No joke. Anyway, the important thing is that pandas are more playful and fuzzier and thus I will visit China, before I trek down to Australia.
I have discoved that for the first time ever, I can say one carefully chosen sentence in a Spanish accent. "It was black as night when we trekked through the bush." It's pretty amazing. I can't wait to show my cousins. They will tear it apart. (: And here's a related secret: Aqua di Gio cologne may actually be the way to my heart. I wish that every boy I know would wear it. Not so I can fall for them, just so that I can to live in a society where I get to smell it 50% of the time.
Sometimes I think that maybe if I wrote in here when I wasn't falling asleep, I would actually have something profound to say. I don't think I've ever tried it, but let's be honest, half of my time really is spent thinking about pandas, cologne, and petty complaints, so this is probably as good as its gonna get.
"Holler at THAT man. He is fucking fierce!"
Chloe Harper, watching The Long Kiss Goodnight
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Strapless Bras are a Bitch
I hate not being 21. I hate not being 21. I hate not being 21. If I was 21 I would actually have things to do and people to hang out with. It was all fine until EVERYONE and their brother turned 21 this year.
On the bright side, Jesus visited from Oly today. And before he left to do something 21-ish I'm sure, he took the sliver out of my foot that has been in there for a day. I had completely given up, but apparently it was super good that he got it because it was a little pinnacle of glass that he swears would've gotten my foot infected. And now I can walk semi-normally again, exept for the whole back issue.
Sigh. I may or may not have been watching What a Girl Wants. Apparently I am a small child. But really, its true. All I want is a fairytale story where I get to wear a cute sarong and dance around and ride on the back of my english boyfriend's motorcycle. But instead I am sitting here contemplating cleaning my room. And nobody will play trivial pursuit with me because I guess I'm not special enough.
My word of the week is apprehensive. And I'm not even that excited about it. Whatever. I'll try to utilize ace some more anyway. Ooh! But I did have an ace time at Mitch's birthday dinner tonight. We got all cute and dressed up to go too. And Mitch and I split a bunch of appetizers which actually is my favorite thing to do.
"Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all."
-Dale Carnegie
(I'm not actually depressed or without hope here, I just like this semi-cliched quote and the fact that it was said by a Carnegie)
On the bright side, Jesus visited from Oly today. And before he left to do something 21-ish I'm sure, he took the sliver out of my foot that has been in there for a day. I had completely given up, but apparently it was super good that he got it because it was a little pinnacle of glass that he swears would've gotten my foot infected. And now I can walk semi-normally again, exept for the whole back issue.
Sigh. I may or may not have been watching What a Girl Wants. Apparently I am a small child. But really, its true. All I want is a fairytale story where I get to wear a cute sarong and dance around and ride on the back of my english boyfriend's motorcycle. But instead I am sitting here contemplating cleaning my room. And nobody will play trivial pursuit with me because I guess I'm not special enough.
My word of the week is apprehensive. And I'm not even that excited about it. Whatever. I'll try to utilize ace some more anyway. Ooh! But I did have an ace time at Mitch's birthday dinner tonight. We got all cute and dressed up to go too. And Mitch and I split a bunch of appetizers which actually is my favorite thing to do.
"Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all."
-Dale Carnegie
(I'm not actually depressed or without hope here, I just like this semi-cliched quote and the fact that it was said by a Carnegie)
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Mumtastic...go with it.
Just kidding, I, of course, have a couple of things to say...
First, I have an addition to my Guys I Would Marry on the Spot list: Jimmy Carter. That is right. All astrology aside, the man was my favorite leader of the free world, and it doesn't get much better than that.
Second, I am falling apart. Yes, physically. My back hurts like its broken, but whatev, actually, because what I am really upset about is my nails. I have always considered them my best feature. Olive was going to grow up and be a foot model, and I was going to be the hand model and rub lotion on her feet in commercials. Except she would have to use some tanning lotion so that we could match. Anyway, besides the fact that that didn't work out for obvious reasons, my nails now look like shit. Damn. Between this and my China class that is ruining my GPA, I have no longer have a viable career path. And the nail upheaval is all due to the hair clips I've been using that require me sliding my nail under the clasp to get them open. AND, I have a sliver in my foot. But, its a good thing I have brains, because I realized that if I paint over the broken nail, it holds it on kind of like glue. I'm not that worried about the look of my nails actually, I just don't like when they break too low and it hurts. You can't even make it feel better with an ace band-aid.
Third, I am SO upset that I am SUCH a dork. Puh-lease, who writes an application essay about existentialism? For anything. I didn't even realize the absurdity of it all until I was sitting at IHOP tonight. What a place for a revelation, let me tell you. Too bad, I know Stephen and Aaron were like "what the fuck" too. They didn't say it, of course, but I could see them thinking "She wrote about fucking existentialism instead of why she wanted to travel? She must be high." Whatever. High on LIFE. That's right, kids, I happened to enjoy writing that essay because it was fun. And now I will have a honeymoon travel schedule. Ha! I will have too be filthy rich before I get married...and find someone who I can coerce into agreeing to my proposed itinerary. Wolong Panda Daycare, anybody? I will add agreement to honeymoon travel schedule to my list of husband qualifications.
Fuck, I overuse commas to the extreme. And I can't think of a word of the week because I am too sleepy. I am such a failure at life. At least I look like a British singer. Apparently. That's ace, I suppose.
“Instead of having "answers" on a math test, they should just call them "impressions," and if you got a different "impression," so what, can't we all be brothers?”
- Jack Handy quotes
First, I have an addition to my Guys I Would Marry on the Spot list: Jimmy Carter. That is right. All astrology aside, the man was my favorite leader of the free world, and it doesn't get much better than that.
Second, I am falling apart. Yes, physically. My back hurts like its broken, but whatev, actually, because what I am really upset about is my nails. I have always considered them my best feature. Olive was going to grow up and be a foot model, and I was going to be the hand model and rub lotion on her feet in commercials. Except she would have to use some tanning lotion so that we could match. Anyway, besides the fact that that didn't work out for obvious reasons, my nails now look like shit. Damn. Between this and my China class that is ruining my GPA, I have no longer have a viable career path. And the nail upheaval is all due to the hair clips I've been using that require me sliding my nail under the clasp to get them open. AND, I have a sliver in my foot. But, its a good thing I have brains, because I realized that if I paint over the broken nail, it holds it on kind of like glue. I'm not that worried about the look of my nails actually, I just don't like when they break too low and it hurts. You can't even make it feel better with an ace band-aid.
Third, I am SO upset that I am SUCH a dork. Puh-lease, who writes an application essay about existentialism? For anything. I didn't even realize the absurdity of it all until I was sitting at IHOP tonight. What a place for a revelation, let me tell you. Too bad, I know Stephen and Aaron were like "what the fuck" too. They didn't say it, of course, but I could see them thinking "She wrote about fucking existentialism instead of why she wanted to travel? She must be high." Whatever. High on LIFE. That's right, kids, I happened to enjoy writing that essay because it was fun. And now I will have a honeymoon travel schedule. Ha! I will have too be filthy rich before I get married...and find someone who I can coerce into agreeing to my proposed itinerary. Wolong Panda Daycare, anybody? I will add agreement to honeymoon travel schedule to my list of husband qualifications.
Fuck, I overuse commas to the extreme. And I can't think of a word of the week because I am too sleepy. I am such a failure at life. At least I look like a British singer. Apparently. That's ace, I suppose.
“Instead of having "answers" on a math test, they should just call them "impressions," and if you got a different "impression," so what, can't we all be brothers?”
- Jack Handy quotes
Under Pressure--Ice Ice, Baby
Those are two songs with the same notes. Vanilla Ice is a straight up music thief. And the point is, now that I know people are reading my blog (tee hee hee), I can't write anymore.....bitches.
"I want you on my team. So does everybody else."
-Song I don't like
"I want you on my team. So does everybody else."
-Song I don't like
Monday, February 12, 2007
I have to get up at 8 am tomorrow to go to Costco. I am SUCH an angry little hermit. I'm heading to bed right now, which is like midday on my normal waking hours schedule.
And I still haven't made the written my science essay. And all I wanna do is paint my toenails.
I also thoroughly hated feeling like I was on the east coast today. I was blatantly hit on by some guy who insisted that I looked like I was 21 or older. That's when I know guys are a) coming on to me, and b) full of shit. I act so nice too, I just don't know how to be bitchy...or even nonresponsive. But I hate it.
"All of Jack Abramoff's influence. None of his jail time."
-Rob M
And I still haven't made the written my science essay. And all I wanna do is paint my toenails.
I also thoroughly hated feeling like I was on the east coast today. I was blatantly hit on by some guy who insisted that I looked like I was 21 or older. That's when I know guys are a) coming on to me, and b) full of shit. I act so nice too, I just don't know how to be bitchy...or even nonresponsive. But I hate it.
"All of Jack Abramoff's influence. None of his jail time."
-Rob M
"Jesus H. Christ! We must be a mile from the sun."
Tonight reminded me of high school. For one, we listened to The All-American Rejects on the way back from O-town. Swing, Swing, bitches. I also felt a little Glass' friend-esque. Only Olive would understand what I mean here and I like it that way. I'm a total extrovert, but that doesn't mean that certain people don't tire me out....an introvert would need to be alone for awhile afterwards to get energy again, but I just need to be with people I feel myself around to recharge. ENFP to the extreme.
Oh sweeeeet, kid. I get to pick a new word of the week tonight. I am so very tired of incidentally. Fabulous. I already know and it is gonna be "ace". Kick ass.
Damn. Everything inside of my head right now is so inexplicably trite. Apparently I've become ridiculously uninteresting. Hmmm...this weekend I: wrote my cousin a letter, got a new box of band-aids from my mom to add to my collection (yessss), got a text message from the police officer guy which I of course ignored, ate the best pizza ever (excluding my dad's), and picked up from the airport. Basically, boring-ish.
What I like:
Barack and Roll
Old School Pizza
Winning at flip cup
quirky people
the magazine Mental_Floss
music that I know the words to, and singing in the car
Zen
Playtex Sport tampons--(oh, you're a boy, and you don't want to hear/see the word tampon? Well, fuck you, this is my blog. And those things are ace. I just discovered them. My theory was that if they are supposedly more comfortable for sports, they must be more comfortable for everyday too. And I was right. In and while they're in and coming out, they're amazing. Basically the best that-time-of-the-month invention since Ben and Jerry's Phish Food ice cream.)
the smell of Altaro
the smell of Aqua Di Gio
The thesaurus (the actual book, not online)
Chloe, Stephen, and Samantha (these kids particularly)
Words
Different deoderant flavors
The phrase "nest of thieves" (I literally giggle EVERY time I hear it)
Limeade
Markers
My little sister
Dancing
Personality descriptions, like Meyers-Briggs shit and astrological personality things
Arsenal (European football team)
People who make me laugh, and especially people who really like making me laugh--this is my favorite
Not being able to put down books that I'm reading (this only happens when school is on break)
What I don't like:
Sour Skittles--I can't stop eating them when they're there, but they give me lacerations on my tongue and make me perspire...yes, actually.
Frizzy hair
Being told what to do
The fact that part of my string of Christmas lights burnt out
Feeling inadequate and uninteresting, and people who make me feel that way
Boys who don't go away when you are clearly ignoring them
The smell of cleaning spray at workout places...um, otherwise known as gyms, I suppose
Grades that aren't 3.9 and above--I'm not a bitch, I'm a perfectionist, and I've gotten used to breezing by in classes so it pisses me off when it doesn't work out for once.
Getting no sleep because I do dumb shit like not go to bed until 4 am
When people don't pay attention in conversations and randomly jump back in and ask you to repeat yourself over and over
Discovering that previously touching song lyrics aren't actually true when you think about them in the context of your best friend being dead--"I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye" ...actually not so much. At least its not as bad as Rent: "I'd die without you"(Finale B), and Death Cab For Cutie: "I will follow you into the dark".
Being far away from my familia
Not playing soccer
Yuuup.
"I don't trust that nest of theives you hang out with."
Oh sweeeeet, kid. I get to pick a new word of the week tonight. I am so very tired of incidentally. Fabulous. I already know and it is gonna be "ace". Kick ass.
Damn. Everything inside of my head right now is so inexplicably trite. Apparently I've become ridiculously uninteresting. Hmmm...this weekend I: wrote my cousin a letter, got a new box of band-aids from my mom to add to my collection (yessss), got a text message from the police officer guy which I of course ignored, ate the best pizza ever (excluding my dad's), and picked up from the airport. Basically, boring-ish.
What I like:
Barack and Roll
Old School Pizza
Winning at flip cup
quirky people
the magazine Mental_Floss
music that I know the words to, and singing in the car
Zen
Playtex Sport tampons--(oh, you're a boy, and you don't want to hear/see the word tampon? Well, fuck you, this is my blog. And those things are ace. I just discovered them. My theory was that if they are supposedly more comfortable for sports, they must be more comfortable for everyday too. And I was right. In and while they're in and coming out, they're amazing. Basically the best that-time-of-the-month invention since Ben and Jerry's Phish Food ice cream.)
the smell of Altaro
the smell of Aqua Di Gio
The thesaurus (the actual book, not online)
Chloe, Stephen, and Samantha (these kids particularly)
Words
Different deoderant flavors
The phrase "nest of thieves" (I literally giggle EVERY time I hear it)
Limeade
Markers
My little sister
Dancing
Personality descriptions, like Meyers-Briggs shit and astrological personality things
Arsenal (European football team)
People who make me laugh, and especially people who really like making me laugh--this is my favorite
Not being able to put down books that I'm reading (this only happens when school is on break)
What I don't like:
Sour Skittles--I can't stop eating them when they're there, but they give me lacerations on my tongue and make me perspire...yes, actually.
Frizzy hair
Being told what to do
The fact that part of my string of Christmas lights burnt out
Feeling inadequate and uninteresting, and people who make me feel that way
Boys who don't go away when you are clearly ignoring them
The smell of cleaning spray at workout places...um, otherwise known as gyms, I suppose
Grades that aren't 3.9 and above--I'm not a bitch, I'm a perfectionist, and I've gotten used to breezing by in classes so it pisses me off when it doesn't work out for once.
Getting no sleep because I do dumb shit like not go to bed until 4 am
When people don't pay attention in conversations and randomly jump back in and ask you to repeat yourself over and over
Discovering that previously touching song lyrics aren't actually true when you think about them in the context of your best friend being dead--"I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye" ...actually not so much. At least its not as bad as Rent: "I'd die without you"(Finale B), and Death Cab For Cutie: "I will follow you into the dark".
Being far away from my familia
Not playing soccer
Yuuup.
"I don't trust that nest of theives you hang out with."
Friday, February 9, 2007
The Cheshire Cat=Woody Allen
I do not appreciate existentialism. Hence my respect, but not avid enthusiasim, for the characters above.
But I do LOVE this. Listen:
The French symbolist poet, Gerard de Nerval had a series of nervous breakdowns and eventually committed suicide, but before mental illness completely overtook his life, de Nerval owned a pet lobster, which he would take for walks around Paris, using a length of blue ribbon as a leash. The advantages of lobsters as pets? According to de Nerval they are "peaceful, serious creatures who know the secrets of the sea, and do not bark."
I can just see the lobster clicking ahead of a long blue ribbon. "Undah the sea...."
Also, speaking of suicide, did you know that East Germany stopped making any record of the suicide count in 1977? Interesting. The movie Whitney and I went to tonight said that.
And...guess what? I know someone who alleges that he is related to P.T. Barnum, the circus guy. How random is that? Needless to say, I am very impressed. And I want a lobster.
"March Hare: …Then you should say what you mean.
Alice: I do; at least - at least I mean what I say -- that's the same thing, you know.
Hatter: Not the same thing a bit! Why, you might just as well say that, 'I see what I eat' is the same as 'I eat what I see'!
March Hare: You might just as well say, that "I like what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!
The Dormouse: You might just as well say, that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!
March Hare: Well, it is the same for you."
-Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
[My quote relates because Lewis Carroll added a bit about a lobster to Alice in Wonderland....or is it Alice's Adventures Through the Looking Glass? I can never remember because my dad gave them to me bound as one book when I was little. It was the only fiction book that I've ever heard him endorse. He thinks that it's horribly intellectual, and I agree. Fabulous shit. I am especially partial to the tea party scenes because I was the March Hare in a play when I was in 4th-ish grade.]
But I do LOVE this. Listen:
The French symbolist poet, Gerard de Nerval had a series of nervous breakdowns and eventually committed suicide, but before mental illness completely overtook his life, de Nerval owned a pet lobster, which he would take for walks around Paris, using a length of blue ribbon as a leash. The advantages of lobsters as pets? According to de Nerval they are "peaceful, serious creatures who know the secrets of the sea, and do not bark."
I can just see the lobster clicking ahead of a long blue ribbon. "Undah the sea...."
Also, speaking of suicide, did you know that East Germany stopped making any record of the suicide count in 1977? Interesting. The movie Whitney and I went to tonight said that.
And...guess what? I know someone who alleges that he is related to P.T. Barnum, the circus guy. How random is that? Needless to say, I am very impressed. And I want a lobster.
"March Hare: …Then you should say what you mean.
Alice: I do; at least - at least I mean what I say -- that's the same thing, you know.
Hatter: Not the same thing a bit! Why, you might just as well say that, 'I see what I eat' is the same as 'I eat what I see'!
March Hare: You might just as well say, that "I like what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!
The Dormouse: You might just as well say, that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!
March Hare: Well, it is the same for you."
-Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
[My quote relates because Lewis Carroll added a bit about a lobster to Alice in Wonderland....or is it Alice's Adventures Through the Looking Glass? I can never remember because my dad gave them to me bound as one book when I was little. It was the only fiction book that I've ever heard him endorse. He thinks that it's horribly intellectual, and I agree. Fabulous shit. I am especially partial to the tea party scenes because I was the March Hare in a play when I was in 4th-ish grade.]
Thursday, February 8, 2007
I can't sleep for shit.
Today was a perfectly good day. Don't worry I still felt like shit by 11 pm. The scary bit is that I don't know why. Midterms stress may have had something to do with it. TV shows also make me unhappy for unknown reasons on occasion (it's always my favorite shows, incidentally). But this was very short period of very intense depression. Luckily Chloe got home and annoyed me for 10 minutes. I was being ridiculous and didn't want to talk and I think I started crying for about 30 seconds about the probablity of me not getting into law school. But she was being so funny and trying so earnestly to actually converse with my sordid self that she literally and spectacularly pulled me from the edge of a metaphorical suicide bridge in my head and back to normal emotions. And then Samantha, Chloe and I had a fabulous time reading the sex edition of the Daily. And now I am perfectly happy for all intensive purposes.
BUT, I have an issue with myself. I don't understand how at different points during the day I can feel so opposite forms of awkwardness. I'm not talking about mood changes at all, but about being with other people. Like today as I happened upon different friends of mine I went from feeling awkwardly shy and quiet to little-girlish to flirty to overbearing to bitchy. It puzzles me, especially the dichotomy between the awkward shy quietness and the overbearingness. How can I be both to the point of uncomfortability?
I'm psyched about the debate topics that got chosen for the quarterly debate. Death penalty and gay marriage didn't make it on. For gay marriage it was mainly because the CR president knew that they would be verbally slaughtered and that even the painfully unbiased-to-the-point-of-innane reporting in the Daily would point out the CR's complete and utter embarassment. This happened before when gay marriage was debated. Ahh, I can giggle just thinking about it. You know, I actually feel bad at the extent of their humiliation that quarter. Ah well, perhaps they will have forgotten about their gay marriage defeat by next quarter and then we can have a lot of fun doing it all over again. Anyway, the final resolutions were still pretty fortunate...global warming is created by humans, and the Iraq War made America safer. It will be rivetting I am sure.
Side note: My comments on the Daily are in no way directed at certain reporters, especially those who I know and love...but who I'm sure know better than anyone that the Daily doesn't ever take a stand on the CR's no matter what kind of politically incorrect shenanigans they pull.
My favorite comment of the day (I didn't even hear it, but it was relayed to me): "The only way these shirts would be more "Phoebe" is if they came with an off-the-shoulder neckline and an automatic side ponytail." Thank you, thankyou very much.
"After going to war against the U.N.'s expressed wishes, the U.S. is now admitting it needs the U.N.'s help. It's the geopolitical equivalent of the 2 a.m. phone call every parent dreads: 'Mom, I'm not saying I wrecked the car, but I need a ride home.'"
-Jon Stewart
BUT, I have an issue with myself. I don't understand how at different points during the day I can feel so opposite forms of awkwardness. I'm not talking about mood changes at all, but about being with other people. Like today as I happened upon different friends of mine I went from feeling awkwardly shy and quiet to little-girlish to flirty to overbearing to bitchy. It puzzles me, especially the dichotomy between the awkward shy quietness and the overbearingness. How can I be both to the point of uncomfortability?
I'm psyched about the debate topics that got chosen for the quarterly debate. Death penalty and gay marriage didn't make it on. For gay marriage it was mainly because the CR president knew that they would be verbally slaughtered and that even the painfully unbiased-to-the-point-of-innane reporting in the Daily would point out the CR's complete and utter embarassment. This happened before when gay marriage was debated. Ahh, I can giggle just thinking about it. You know, I actually feel bad at the extent of their humiliation that quarter. Ah well, perhaps they will have forgotten about their gay marriage defeat by next quarter and then we can have a lot of fun doing it all over again. Anyway, the final resolutions were still pretty fortunate...global warming is created by humans, and the Iraq War made America safer. It will be rivetting I am sure.
Side note: My comments on the Daily are in no way directed at certain reporters, especially those who I know and love...but who I'm sure know better than anyone that the Daily doesn't ever take a stand on the CR's no matter what kind of politically incorrect shenanigans they pull.
My favorite comment of the day (I didn't even hear it, but it was relayed to me): "The only way these shirts would be more "Phoebe" is if they came with an off-the-shoulder neckline and an automatic side ponytail." Thank you, thankyou very much.
"After going to war against the U.N.'s expressed wishes, the U.S. is now admitting it needs the U.N.'s help. It's the geopolitical equivalent of the 2 a.m. phone call every parent dreads: 'Mom, I'm not saying I wrecked the car, but I need a ride home.'"
-Jon Stewart
Monday, February 5, 2007
Incidentally, I am happy again.
Basically I am a shitter. I wish I could find something more impressive or intelligent to share at the moment, but really, this is what is on my mind. It is 4 am, and I have not studied a squigim all weekend. I just talked on the phone to Stephen for literally two hours and 16 minutes and now my roommates are pissed because apparently I was being too loud. Whatever. Apparently some people just have abnormally large sticks up their asses.
Anyway, besides the fact that I am entirely unproductive the point is that I am actually elated. I came up with this grand plan where Stephen cons his roommates into getting a kitten. They pay for it and house it and everything which he thinks that are totally down for, and I will do all the procuring and veteranarian work. Or rather, the taking it to the vet bit, not being the vet. Fabulous, no? I am more psyched about this than about most other things in my life right now. I hope it works out.
Incidentally, though, even besides the exciting cat possibility the weekend was not a complete wash. I also came up with an entirely satisfying word of the week.... are you ready? (*insert Justin Timberlake Sexyback vioce there*) Okay. It is incidentally. And just to clarify, my words of the week are not supposed to be words that are new to me or anything like that--puh-lease, I have known the word incidentally probably since I was in kindergarten. No, words of the week are just words that I think are funny and I will attempt to incorporate the chosen word into my speech that week more than I would normally say it. Galactically was my word of the week last week, and it worked out quite well. I was especially consistent in my blog entries, I think you will find. Before that, I fully started a trend of using the word akward to describe everything that was slightly unpleasant. A bad smell emanating from the fridge....awkward. And even before that, I brought back shank and shiv with such a vengeance that my friends are still saying it to me in about every other conversation. Granted, everyone knew the word shank before, and some even knew shiv, but now it is completely second nature for that word to roll off their tongues. Incidentally, even though I am a grammar whore and a perfectionist, I don't care about my words of the week being misused. In fact, it is more entertaining that way.
Plus, I was re-reading some random garba-hey that I wrote awhile ago and it turns out that my spelling and grammar are awful when I am ranting and not paying attention. Seriously. For instance, the notes that I wrote on facebook are actually downright embarrassing. I hope people don't think that I am a total ditz. Pssht, even Stephen agrees that kids who don't know me that well might jump to that conclusion. Whatever. On paper, I am really very cynical sounding, I think, and cynical people aren't usually considered airheaded or dumb, so maybe my egregious writing will be overlooked. I am more precise when I speak to people...or at least you can't *see* any typos that would be hypothetically occuring if I were transcribing the conversation. Ah well, even if people do think poorly of me, at least Stephen might get a kitten. Pants buttoned, shoulders back, fingers crossed.
Superb quote here. Good ol' Marion Berry...reminds me of first quarter Junior year polisci....
"Outside of the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country."
Mayor Marion Barry, Washington, DC
Anyway, besides the fact that I am entirely unproductive the point is that I am actually elated. I came up with this grand plan where Stephen cons his roommates into getting a kitten. They pay for it and house it and everything which he thinks that are totally down for, and I will do all the procuring and veteranarian work. Or rather, the taking it to the vet bit, not being the vet. Fabulous, no? I am more psyched about this than about most other things in my life right now. I hope it works out.
Incidentally, though, even besides the exciting cat possibility the weekend was not a complete wash. I also came up with an entirely satisfying word of the week.... are you ready? (*insert Justin Timberlake Sexyback vioce there*) Okay. It is incidentally. And just to clarify, my words of the week are not supposed to be words that are new to me or anything like that--puh-lease, I have known the word incidentally probably since I was in kindergarten. No, words of the week are just words that I think are funny and I will attempt to incorporate the chosen word into my speech that week more than I would normally say it. Galactically was my word of the week last week, and it worked out quite well. I was especially consistent in my blog entries, I think you will find. Before that, I fully started a trend of using the word akward to describe everything that was slightly unpleasant. A bad smell emanating from the fridge....awkward. And even before that, I brought back shank and shiv with such a vengeance that my friends are still saying it to me in about every other conversation. Granted, everyone knew the word shank before, and some even knew shiv, but now it is completely second nature for that word to roll off their tongues. Incidentally, even though I am a grammar whore and a perfectionist, I don't care about my words of the week being misused. In fact, it is more entertaining that way.
Plus, I was re-reading some random garba-hey that I wrote awhile ago and it turns out that my spelling and grammar are awful when I am ranting and not paying attention. Seriously. For instance, the notes that I wrote on facebook are actually downright embarrassing. I hope people don't think that I am a total ditz. Pssht, even Stephen agrees that kids who don't know me that well might jump to that conclusion. Whatever. On paper, I am really very cynical sounding, I think, and cynical people aren't usually considered airheaded or dumb, so maybe my egregious writing will be overlooked. I am more precise when I speak to people...or at least you can't *see* any typos that would be hypothetically occuring if I were transcribing the conversation. Ah well, even if people do think poorly of me, at least Stephen might get a kitten. Pants buttoned, shoulders back, fingers crossed.
Superb quote here. Good ol' Marion Berry...reminds me of first quarter Junior year polisci....
"Outside of the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime rates in the country."
Mayor Marion Barry, Washington, DC
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Nonsense...do not read
I feel so bad today. Maybe it's SADD. I hope so, because it's always better when you have something to blame unhappiness on and you don't have to worry about the fact that you might be clinically depressed or that your life might actually be that bad. Like when you realize that the morale-pulled-straight-into-the-gutter feeling is probably due to PMS, then you can go eat some Ben and Jerry's and be perfectly relieved.
I cried about Olive a bit today when I was driving. It felt fairly genuine which I suppose should make me happy instead of depressed. Good Lord, though, listen to me! I need to make a decision to stop being so galactically down in the dumps, because this is getting to be a bit Bridget Jones here. Hmmm, let me be my own therapist...
Things that made me happy:
Chloe's tea from France--every time I take a sip it actually makes me forget for a second that I am depressed.
Today when (name deleted) came and asked me for something "a girl might have" to help with redness on his face from shaving. At first I thought he was talking about some kind of lotion, but he wanted concealer. He was very impressed at how well it worked too.--pretty much adorable, and that actually made me smile for a couple of minutes.
My Mexican pizza--I have only ever eaten this at Don Eduardo's, but I took fully 30 minutes to make one tonight at home and it was just as good. I even made guacamole that Michelle and JB finished off because they said it was so yummy.
Scrubs--the one on tonight was the one where JD feels like Terk (sp?) is not spending enough time with him. I love it when he blurts out "Sometimes I miss you so much that it hurts inside." Cute. I wish I could say that for real to Olive.
Chloe--Lovely girl. What can I say....she continues to take care of me even when I am a biznatch and one glimpse of me crying will make her leave what she's doing and come comfort me. I would probably also drink less than 1 glass of water every three days if not for her.
Music--I love that they gave us each a new song at the Senate concert last night. And you know what, listening to silly things like Mmmbop make me feel somewhat better. Don't judge me, I know you have listened to Hanson at some point in your life too.
Max and Samantha are dating--Cute. They give me hope for everyone else's failing relationships and for other people's non-existent love lives.
My little sister--She's 13 now and she just went to her first protest the other day....and it was fully a March on Washington too. Adorable, no? That's my girl, growing up to be a rebel. It was some sort of anti-war, peace now march in DC.
I suppose I get to pick a new word of the week since its now technically Sunday.--I will have to think about what I want, but it will inevitably make me happy.
See now, isn't that better? I at least sound more like myself, even if I still feel a little bit like Ronald Reagan has been giving me the Dementor's Kiss.
Whoops, another emo thought just popped into my head: I imagined Olive's funeral over and over weeks before she was dead.
When I die, I want someone to play the song Dedication and Windsong by the composer James Horner. And I want people to sing the Swahili bit. It's easy enough to learn. And I want the song that goes "When the morning falls on the farthest hill...", and also As the Deer.
I wish my cousin were here to save me from my own self-pity.
I cried about Olive a bit today when I was driving. It felt fairly genuine which I suppose should make me happy instead of depressed. Good Lord, though, listen to me! I need to make a decision to stop being so galactically down in the dumps, because this is getting to be a bit Bridget Jones here. Hmmm, let me be my own therapist...
Things that made me happy:
Chloe's tea from France--every time I take a sip it actually makes me forget for a second that I am depressed.
Today when (name deleted) came and asked me for something "a girl might have" to help with redness on his face from shaving. At first I thought he was talking about some kind of lotion, but he wanted concealer. He was very impressed at how well it worked too.--pretty much adorable, and that actually made me smile for a couple of minutes.
My Mexican pizza--I have only ever eaten this at Don Eduardo's, but I took fully 30 minutes to make one tonight at home and it was just as good. I even made guacamole that Michelle and JB finished off because they said it was so yummy.
Scrubs--the one on tonight was the one where JD feels like Terk (sp?) is not spending enough time with him. I love it when he blurts out "Sometimes I miss you so much that it hurts inside." Cute. I wish I could say that for real to Olive.
Chloe--Lovely girl. What can I say....she continues to take care of me even when I am a biznatch and one glimpse of me crying will make her leave what she's doing and come comfort me. I would probably also drink less than 1 glass of water every three days if not for her.
Music--I love that they gave us each a new song at the Senate concert last night. And you know what, listening to silly things like Mmmbop make me feel somewhat better. Don't judge me, I know you have listened to Hanson at some point in your life too.
Max and Samantha are dating--Cute. They give me hope for everyone else's failing relationships and for other people's non-existent love lives.
My little sister--She's 13 now and she just went to her first protest the other day....and it was fully a March on Washington too. Adorable, no? That's my girl, growing up to be a rebel. It was some sort of anti-war, peace now march in DC.
I suppose I get to pick a new word of the week since its now technically Sunday.--I will have to think about what I want, but it will inevitably make me happy.
See now, isn't that better? I at least sound more like myself, even if I still feel a little bit like Ronald Reagan has been giving me the Dementor's Kiss.
Whoops, another emo thought just popped into my head: I imagined Olive's funeral over and over weeks before she was dead.
When I die, I want someone to play the song Dedication and Windsong by the composer James Horner. And I want people to sing the Swahili bit. It's easy enough to learn. And I want the song that goes "When the morning falls on the farthest hill...", and also As the Deer.
I wish my cousin were here to save me from my own self-pity.
"POUR SOME SUGAR ON MEEEE..."
I went to see The Senate tonight and came away enlightened, uplifted and invigorated as per usual. I am telling you, those three kids never fail to disappoint. And they are ten times better live, like all great bands. Also, let me just reassure you of my earnest enthusiasm for The Senate...I tend to love everything that I like. As Chloe says, I am a very polarized person in terms of my opinions of things. BUT, if I were one of those not-so-passionate people who merely likes what they like and loves only things that they view as spectacularly superior, I would still be HEAD OVER HEELS for The Senate (as a band, bitches, not infatuation with the actual band members who seem to be fairly awesome people, I just don't happen to be in love with any one of them).
Pshaw. Silly Libertarians. They had a front-page article in the Daily today that reaffirmed their rank in my list of things I have opinions on in the world. They are currently just below anything that is made with yerbe matte (sp?), which it turns out is not so yummy. Anyway, they decided to *gasp* withdraw from ASUW as a statement of their outrage at the recent Senate resolution that supported the extension of the student conduct code off campus. This understandably would make a lot of students angry, but only if you don't understand the issue. The issue was that Rep. Ed Murray gave the UW an ultimatum: make your own off-campus conduct code or get a legislature-mandated one that even Speaker Chopp was said to be pushing. Given that, supporting a University-created off campus conduct code that students could help write was the lesser of two evils, and every politically savvy Student Senator could understand that.
So not only are the UW Libertarians decidedly politically unsavvy, they now have also chosen to be dramatic and attempt to better support civil liberties by leaving the one democratic institution of the UW. Sorry guys, I think political realism and the whole concept of a democratic representation trumps publicity stunt statements that come complete with snarky-looking pictures of the VP for outreach for the UW Libertarians. Hmph.
Mmmm. I had a bowl of berries and cream sitting right next to my heater (made specifically with French Vanilla coffee creamer) and now my whole room smells like I imagine the castle in Beauty and the Beast would (in the warmish, lovely areas, at least...not the off-limits area with the rose).
"Well I've accepted now home may never exist
It's a Pacific sized myth with an Atlantic twist
You've got to anchor yourself if you don't want to drift
But it's never been so clear
Girl I want you here"
-The Senate (Ocean Song, Nicholas Drummond)
Pshaw. Silly Libertarians. They had a front-page article in the Daily today that reaffirmed their rank in my list of things I have opinions on in the world. They are currently just below anything that is made with yerbe matte (sp?), which it turns out is not so yummy. Anyway, they decided to *gasp* withdraw from ASUW as a statement of their outrage at the recent Senate resolution that supported the extension of the student conduct code off campus. This understandably would make a lot of students angry, but only if you don't understand the issue. The issue was that Rep. Ed Murray gave the UW an ultimatum: make your own off-campus conduct code or get a legislature-mandated one that even Speaker Chopp was said to be pushing. Given that, supporting a University-created off campus conduct code that students could help write was the lesser of two evils, and every politically savvy Student Senator could understand that.
So not only are the UW Libertarians decidedly politically unsavvy, they now have also chosen to be dramatic and attempt to better support civil liberties by leaving the one democratic institution of the UW. Sorry guys, I think political realism and the whole concept of a democratic representation trumps publicity stunt statements that come complete with snarky-looking pictures of the VP for outreach for the UW Libertarians. Hmph.
Mmmm. I had a bowl of berries and cream sitting right next to my heater (made specifically with French Vanilla coffee creamer) and now my whole room smells like I imagine the castle in Beauty and the Beast would (in the warmish, lovely areas, at least...not the off-limits area with the rose).
"Well I've accepted now home may never exist
It's a Pacific sized myth with an Atlantic twist
You've got to anchor yourself if you don't want to drift
But it's never been so clear
Girl I want you here"
-The Senate (Ocean Song, Nicholas Drummond)
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Shut Your Trap
ASUW has currently desolved into a thoroughly ridiculous bunch of name-callers. I am embarassed to be associated with all of the people who are freaking the fuck out over two calls of confidence that never should have been made. I really don't mind the drama that much, or at least I didn't at first, but I am oh so disappointed to see people who I usually consider my friends, both on "the Chair's side" and "Vice-chair's side", allow themselves to throw around petty blame-casting statements about everyone fuck else just because 2 people got called out publicly.
Seriously guys, its not about racism, sexism, radical liberalism, conservativism or anything else that ends in i-s-m. If people could get over themselves for a minute maybe they would realize that there are legit criticims that could be leveled at the leadership of both of them. No vote of confidence should be on the table at this point, for sure, but there was a smidgen of justification for the tension that personal political play has now blown out of proportion.
And yes, I can see why a lot of people are upset and defensive...but for God's sake, DO NOT start blaming people like the ASUW President or other people within ASUW for doing something that either of them is now supposedly taking the blame for. Bullshit. You are raving.
And this, children, is why you should never get involved with student government. That, and, Gary Cooper will probably tell lies about you and make you cry.
"I don't agree with a word you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."
-Voltaire
Seriously guys, its not about racism, sexism, radical liberalism, conservativism or anything else that ends in i-s-m. If people could get over themselves for a minute maybe they would realize that there are legit criticims that could be leveled at the leadership of both of them. No vote of confidence should be on the table at this point, for sure, but there was a smidgen of justification for the tension that personal political play has now blown out of proportion.
And yes, I can see why a lot of people are upset and defensive...but for God's sake, DO NOT start blaming people like the ASUW President or other people within ASUW for doing something that either of them is now supposedly taking the blame for. Bullshit. You are raving.
And this, children, is why you should never get involved with student government. That, and, Gary Cooper will probably tell lies about you and make you cry.
"I don't agree with a word you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."
-Voltaire
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