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."
Monday, February 12, 2007
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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