Ann Coulter es una perra.

Wow. What do you say to someone who you haven't spoken to in 3 years? Apparently, if you are me, you write a whole lot of nonsense and you make it even more cool by putting it in a numbered list.

In the spirit of lists, here are three things that I learned today:

1) That the group Californians for Obama (or some other name like that) is actually a fundraising front for this ex-Republican (ex for about 8 months) who decided that it would be a great way to make some personal dinero. Classy. And typical.

2) Even though they say that you have until 10 pm to leave the IMA after it officially closes at 9:30, they are lying. If you try to use the weights for an extra 5 minutes after 9:30 an enormous man will come and personally kick you out. And calling him an ass-hat under your breath doesn't improve the situation.

3) Frogs can survive in horrible conditions for a long time. Mitch has this tiny frog that I Chloe and I named Moose because we misread a can of alcoholic energy drink that was on the coffee table (it was actually Joose). Moose only ever gets food when Chlose and I think of it, though, and Mitch hardly ever cleans the tank because she's so busy. The water will actuallly become really thick and develop these sheets of water mold right through the middle of the tank. But Moose is a trooper, and he was still alive as of 10 minutes ago when I went to check on him. This is amazing to me.





"Yo no creo que pueda vivir como soy ahora por mucho más tiempo."
-Mi tarea (I don't neccesarily think that my grammar is correct)

Barack and Roll

PS to my last post...Aaron is the shit and I HEART him too.

I have almost just decided to wait another year before going to law school. As in, I will begin (fingers crossed that I actually get in somewhere) in Fall 2009. I have to decide whether I want to start in 08 right now because if so, I have to take the LSAT in exactly two months, before I go to SA. It seems ridiculous to be making big life decisions on the fly and based on advise from friends, but that is my reality. And my friends are saying that I should wait to take the LSAT and take another year off. But that makes me sad because 1) then I won't be in the same year as some of my friends who might go to law school in 08, and 2) I will have lost the jump start on life that I got from going to college early.

And I have something to say about Hillary Clinton. While I admire her greatly and am very happy to have her representing NY in the Senate, I do not think that she is the uber experienced shoe-in for President that the media and so many other people treat her as. I know I am clearly biased towards Barack, but really? Was everyone else just watching another debate this week? Because Hillary hardly dominated. And if Barack supposedly displayed his inexperience in answering that he would end the US' policy of ignoring dictators in order to somehow pressure them into cooperation, then experience is not what this country needs. Hillary is too old school (in the non-coolest sense possible) and her position on the war in Iraq suggests calculation rather than anything resembling leadership.

If Barack does not win the Democratic nomination (assuming that Gore doesn't get it either) then we have once again lost.






"You know, my faith is one that admits some doubt."
-Barack Obama

Happiness is a yellow nightie.

I HEART my español class. They are adorable, except for the old one who is slightly skeezy. But, just like everything and everyone in my life, I know that I am more excited about them than they are about me. I always care more about the people I'm around than vice versa. And it's really not that I'm being emo here and complaining that nobody loves me...I just heart everyone else A LOT so things are automatically unbalanced.

Still, the few cases in my life that I can think of where someone obviously cared about me more than I cared about them were trainwrecks. I actually tend to hate it when other people seem too attached to me. Especially boys. It would probably be okay if they were the right guys, but they were oh so wrong.

And SERIOUSLY??? I have had it up to here with this neighborhood. I can understand crazy late night parties. But if the reason that I can't sleep at 2 am is because someone had the bright idea to start drilling shit in the middle of the night, then that is ridiculous and they deserve to be TP-ed or something else similarly old-fashioned and shenanigan-ish.

Speaking of ridiculous, J-Mu rolled in at midnight tonight hiccuping non-stop and only just coherent enough to not be fooled into thinking that he had stuff drawn on his face again. He yelled good-naturedly at B-hawk for awhile, gave me a two-minute lecture on getting my mind out of the gutter, and then promptly fell asleep clutching Nan Nan's pillow on the couch. I think that he is a fabulous addition to the house. Nan Nan is still my favorite thought because nobody can beat him randomly taking Whitney and me out to dessert in our pajamas at midnight just to make us feel better.





"The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread."
-Senator Douglas, Congressional Record (1957 Civil Rights Act debate) quoting Anatole France's The Red Lily in response to the argument that "Negroes can challenge the voting rights of whites too."

Flu, Hurt, Pain, Ache, Sick

I feel awful. It's especialmente triste because I did this to myself. I stopped eating for periods of 8 hours on Monday and Tuesday because I was in class and then in the library. See, I'm actually sacrificing my body for my thesis and my español. Now there is no going back. I have to finish it in time.

In other news, I have reverted to sleeping with a teddy bear. Sondra to be exact. Just while I'm sick. It's my replacement for someone actually taking care of me. I hate growing up.

And the Indian one got dumped by the girlfriend of four months that I did not know he had. I am obviously a great friend. Even B-hawk knew. I choose to believe that's because he is also a boy and not because he is a better person than me.






"Females have victim complexes."
-Nicholas (hombre en mi español clase)