I can't remember the last time I was this sick. It's scary to me when I cough and it feels like there is fully a half-cup of liquid in my lungs. And it burns so much when I try to get it out.
Last night I woke up shaking from a nightmare that wouldn't seem scary to anybody but me. And even once I was awake, I thought that Olive (or rather, her ghost) was in my room. It was a full minute before I could get myself to look over my comforter and confirm that the thing by the door was in fact my Japanese lantern, and not the spirit of my dead best friend.
And on that note, Lord of the Rings made me cry tonight. It wasn't at any of the traditional sad parts either. At the end of the first movie, after Sam catches up to Frodo who was intending to set out alone, Frodo turns to Sam and says "Sam, I am glad that you are with me." It's very lovely and the whole point is that Frodo and Sam are meant to be on this journey together. Well, it made me sad. Because sometimes things just don't work out. And what are you supposed to do if the way things were meant to be is not how they ended up?
"Frodo: It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.
Gandalf: Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends."
-Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Swing Low
"Close your eyes and picture a convict standing in front of you. They're wearing baggy pants and a backwards baseball hat and saying something regular like 'fo shizzle'.
Now open your eyes. Were you picturing a black person?
Because that was a white woman. Shame on you."
-The Office
I'm convinced that Hillary can't win. Puh-lease. Don't go to the South and talk to a church full of blacks and say "nobody ever said that this road awould be easy to walk" blah, blah, blah. It may be a long road, but as a white woman who is worth millions I highly doubt that she is actually walking that particular road, and so it's a pretty bitch move to explain to people who are "walking that road" that nobody ever told them it would be easy. Yes, Jon Stewart made fun of Obama too, but guess what? Obama can pull that shit off.
I was in a meeting today where people were discussing whether U-PASSes will be able to be tracked in the future, and the possible implications for privacy violations and one of the professors says "Well, I don't think it would be good if for instance they could say, 'Oh look, he traveled down to his ex-wife's house a half an hour before she was murdered in her bed.'" And then the whole room was silent for a second, and then everyone started laughing and he goes "Not that I have those issues or anything." It was pretty much hilarious.
I'm sick and gross. I need to sleep.
"You look exotic. Was your father a G.I.?"
-The Office
Now open your eyes. Were you picturing a black person?
Because that was a white woman. Shame on you."
-The Office
I'm convinced that Hillary can't win. Puh-lease. Don't go to the South and talk to a church full of blacks and say "nobody ever said that this road awould be easy to walk" blah, blah, blah. It may be a long road, but as a white woman who is worth millions I highly doubt that she is actually walking that particular road, and so it's a pretty bitch move to explain to people who are "walking that road" that nobody ever told them it would be easy. Yes, Jon Stewart made fun of Obama too, but guess what? Obama can pull that shit off.
I was in a meeting today where people were discussing whether U-PASSes will be able to be tracked in the future, and the possible implications for privacy violations and one of the professors says "Well, I don't think it would be good if for instance they could say, 'Oh look, he traveled down to his ex-wife's house a half an hour before she was murdered in her bed.'" And then the whole room was silent for a second, and then everyone started laughing and he goes "Not that I have those issues or anything." It was pretty much hilarious.
I'm sick and gross. I need to sleep.
"You look exotic. Was your father a G.I.?"
-The Office
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Eleanor Roosevelt was full of shit.
I would rather have a teen pregnancy than get a tapeworm.
Granted, I shouldn't compare a baby to a parasite. However, tapeworms are temporary, require less of a time commitment (even into taking account the surgery to get one removed), and do not change your entire life. And I would still prefer a baby. Hands down.
My house is full of ridiculous girls. Between four of us we have two ten page papers, one two-page and a four page paper due tomorrow. As of 10 pm, only one of us had started writing, and yet we all sat down to watch Lost, the Daily Show and the Colbert Report. Digging yourself into a pit of law/grad school rejects, seems more acceptable if everyone else is doing it. And, to be fair, the Colbert Report was uncharacteristically funny tonight even apart from our utter giddiness.
Amusing thought: Robert says that he always assumed that when I have strands of hair dangling outside of ponytails/half ponies that it is an intentional style thing. I suppose other people think that too. It is actually just a mistake that I am too busy to rectify in my rush to get to class. Today I actually ran part of the way to game theory I was so late. But then, my professor only talked for HALF AN HOUR out of a two-hour review session because we stopped asking questions. Fuck me. So, sickness and all, I went and stood outside the HUB and tabled for an hour and a half. I am the queen of making incredibly poor choices.
On the subject of poor choices, I agree with Jon Stewart that Robert Novak is an ENORMOUS FUCKING DOUCHEBAG. He is further proof to me that most journalists are scum of the earth and look down on the rest of the earth from pedestals made from the ruined lives of undeserving people (like Valerie Plame...and only partially-ruined life, in her case). Deep throat represents the way that investigative journalism should be. Novak getting into bed with the Bush administration represents the way that it most often is.
"Noone can make you feel you inferior without your own consent."
-Eleanor Roosevelt...I think she may have actually said " no man". Still, I don't buy it. When I go on my Spring Break plantation-hopping tour, I will tell the museum people that I think that slaves only felt inferior to their supressors because they themselves made the choice to feel that way. Ha! We'll see how that goes. And even if I did believe a tiny bit of the quotation's intended meaning, I don't think there is ever a circumstance when you could share that bit of insight with a person who is feeling inferior and have any hope of improving the situation.
Granted, I shouldn't compare a baby to a parasite. However, tapeworms are temporary, require less of a time commitment (even into taking account the surgery to get one removed), and do not change your entire life. And I would still prefer a baby. Hands down.
My house is full of ridiculous girls. Between four of us we have two ten page papers, one two-page and a four page paper due tomorrow. As of 10 pm, only one of us had started writing, and yet we all sat down to watch Lost, the Daily Show and the Colbert Report. Digging yourself into a pit of law/grad school rejects, seems more acceptable if everyone else is doing it. And, to be fair, the Colbert Report was uncharacteristically funny tonight even apart from our utter giddiness.
Amusing thought: Robert says that he always assumed that when I have strands of hair dangling outside of ponytails/half ponies that it is an intentional style thing. I suppose other people think that too. It is actually just a mistake that I am too busy to rectify in my rush to get to class. Today I actually ran part of the way to game theory I was so late. But then, my professor only talked for HALF AN HOUR out of a two-hour review session because we stopped asking questions. Fuck me. So, sickness and all, I went and stood outside the HUB and tabled for an hour and a half. I am the queen of making incredibly poor choices.
On the subject of poor choices, I agree with Jon Stewart that Robert Novak is an ENORMOUS FUCKING DOUCHEBAG. He is further proof to me that most journalists are scum of the earth and look down on the rest of the earth from pedestals made from the ruined lives of undeserving people (like Valerie Plame...and only partially-ruined life, in her case). Deep throat represents the way that investigative journalism should be. Novak getting into bed with the Bush administration represents the way that it most often is.
"Noone can make you feel you inferior without your own consent."
-Eleanor Roosevelt...I think she may have actually said " no man". Still, I don't buy it. When I go on my Spring Break plantation-hopping tour, I will tell the museum people that I think that slaves only felt inferior to their supressors because they themselves made the choice to feel that way. Ha! We'll see how that goes. And even if I did believe a tiny bit of the quotation's intended meaning, I don't think there is ever a circumstance when you could share that bit of insight with a person who is feeling inferior and have any hope of improving the situation.
Pink House PJ Party
My house was adorable tonight. I think the nice weather made us cuter roommies. And it was all thanks to me being sick and wanting to sit around all night. I somehow convinced six of the roommates to procrastinate with me and watch Cruel Intentions. It was lovely (in addition to the fact that we were watching one of the hottest movies ever made).
It's funny how everyone in the house buys food in cycles. We all seem to always have the same things, because one person will get them and share a bit, and then everyone else wants their own and runs out grocery shopping. At the beginning of the year, it was hummus. There were literally eight things of Athenos hummus floating around in our fridges. Next it was the Trader Joe's hummus quartet, of which we definitely had three. Then, Noah's bagels became the thing we all had to have (and we still do). Same with the Trader Joe's potstickers, but then we decided that Ling Ling's are much easier to make. We didn't even talk about it, but all of a sudden our freezer is now filled with at least 5 bags of them. Currently, the food of the week is the masala flavored naan from Trader Joe's. Basically we are devout Trader Joe's shoppers, and that is probably the number one thing to be drawn from this.
Watching Cruel Intentions tonight reminded me of Winston. I remember watching it with him at Mykonos. And in the scene where Reese Witherspoon unbuttons her shirt, he said something about how Ryan Phillippe shouldn't go for her because she was a fatty and Jennifer Love Hewitt was so much hotter. First of all, that is so far from the truth. Second of all, yes, he was half-joking, but he definitely said judgmental shit like that sometimes. I am a firm believer in recalling the good and bad about someone when you remember them. It's more honest that way. And, it means more when you can still love them anyway.
I'm worried about B-hawk. He's started smoking, because he's so distraught over his girlfriend dumping him. She was a nice girl and all, but she has started being such a colossal bitch to him that there is absolutely no reason to risk a 1 in 11 chance of lung cancer by picking up a dirty dirty habit like that. If this leads to his death, I am going to have something to say to that girl. I mean, I've made guys feel led on and dumped them quickly too, but not after that long of a relationship and after she said some of the things that she did. I hope I am never that nonchalant about hurting anyone's feelings ever. Getting out of a relationship is any girl's prerogative, but there is never a reason to make someone feel even more like shit after you've dumped them. Seriously, stay classy, San Diego.
"Eat me Sebastian. It's all right for guys like you and Court to fuck everyone, but when I do it, I get dumped for innocent little twits like Cecile. God forbid, I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady? I'm the Marsha fucking Brady of the upper east side and sometimes I want to kill myself. How's that for a physco analysis Dr. Freud?"
-Cruel Intentions
It's funny how everyone in the house buys food in cycles. We all seem to always have the same things, because one person will get them and share a bit, and then everyone else wants their own and runs out grocery shopping. At the beginning of the year, it was hummus. There were literally eight things of Athenos hummus floating around in our fridges. Next it was the Trader Joe's hummus quartet, of which we definitely had three. Then, Noah's bagels became the thing we all had to have (and we still do). Same with the Trader Joe's potstickers, but then we decided that Ling Ling's are much easier to make. We didn't even talk about it, but all of a sudden our freezer is now filled with at least 5 bags of them. Currently, the food of the week is the masala flavored naan from Trader Joe's. Basically we are devout Trader Joe's shoppers, and that is probably the number one thing to be drawn from this.
Watching Cruel Intentions tonight reminded me of Winston. I remember watching it with him at Mykonos. And in the scene where Reese Witherspoon unbuttons her shirt, he said something about how Ryan Phillippe shouldn't go for her because she was a fatty and Jennifer Love Hewitt was so much hotter. First of all, that is so far from the truth. Second of all, yes, he was half-joking, but he definitely said judgmental shit like that sometimes. I am a firm believer in recalling the good and bad about someone when you remember them. It's more honest that way. And, it means more when you can still love them anyway.
I'm worried about B-hawk. He's started smoking, because he's so distraught over his girlfriend dumping him. She was a nice girl and all, but she has started being such a colossal bitch to him that there is absolutely no reason to risk a 1 in 11 chance of lung cancer by picking up a dirty dirty habit like that. If this leads to his death, I am going to have something to say to that girl. I mean, I've made guys feel led on and dumped them quickly too, but not after that long of a relationship and after she said some of the things that she did. I hope I am never that nonchalant about hurting anyone's feelings ever. Getting out of a relationship is any girl's prerogative, but there is never a reason to make someone feel even more like shit after you've dumped them. Seriously, stay classy, San Diego.
"Eat me Sebastian. It's all right for guys like you and Court to fuck everyone, but when I do it, I get dumped for innocent little twits like Cecile. God forbid, I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady? I'm the Marsha fucking Brady of the upper east side and sometimes I want to kill myself. How's that for a physco analysis Dr. Freud?"
-Cruel Intentions
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Good Vibrations
I swear to God I saw Napoleon Dynamite sitting in the quad, picking his nose as I came out of game theory this morning.
I liked today. I'm the kind of extrovert that actually dies a little inside when I'm not around people enough on any given day. It's like I actually need to soak up the energy from other people. And if there's anything that a 4-hour block of class does for you, its that. It's not that I actually interact with/like most of the people in my classes though. This quarter, it seems like God decided to push me to my absolute limit by filling most of my classes with brownnosing dimwits that ask questions every other minute, to the point where I know that even the professor is annoyed. I may have been one of those nerdy kids who started college early, but I have NEVER been one of those hand-permanently-in-the-air whiners. What...you thought this was supposed to be a Socratic education? Well, then the professor should actually have a chance to slip in a word or two between your constant yapping.
I am SO offended.
And in other news, I encountered something so apopletically dorky today that I had to refresh the webpage to make sure that I wasn't high or hallucinating. On dictionary.com, you can't just click the little microphone icon to hear a pronunciation of a word. You have to be a subscribing member to get those kind benefits. It will just advise you to pay for premium service where *gasp!* you can get ad-free access to more that 60,000 audio pronunciations. Puh-lease. I'd rather pay for B-Hawk's tranny porn. And I will never reveal what word I was looking up. That is a secret that I will take to the grave. You will have to guess at what it might be whenever you hear me mispronounce anything. It's a rare phenomenon, however, so actually just don't worry about it.
I'm feeling all sparkly still from this morning's sunshine, which is remarkable considering that I spent all of my 11:30-9:30 hours doing things that I didn't want to do. As in waking up, going to class, going to work, and doing coding for my thesis. But, since I impressed myself with that marathon-sized block of concentration, I sat on my perky butt for the rest of the evening. [Perky butt is a reference for p-dizzle, if she reads this entry, and nothing more. If anyone else is reading this, don't even worry about it. I will stick you with my shiv if I ever see your eyes drop down to butt-level, because I am NOT fond of boys right now. I will throw rocks at you. Unless you are a girl or a gay, in which case I probably don't mind.]
I don't feel at all guilty for my vegging, however, because I think I am getting sick. So I have been downing tea all evening as well. I'm actually just off to use up my third tea bag from South Africa. Did you know that they make tea over there? Well, it is delicious. And I plan on finishing off half the package tonight.
I'm also quite happy, because I looked like I like to look today. I realize that most people probably look however they want every day. I, on the other hand, often give into other peope's suggestions that I wear my hair down, or at least half-down. And that I wear earrings, and professional-looking clothes/shoes for my job, blah blah blah. Well, fuck you. Because I only like wearing my hair in a ponytail. And I like necklaces with black cords. And I like converse more than flats. And I think that earrings make me look different in a way that I'd prefer not to.
Argh! Someone in this house is a dirty whore and I hate them. It's probably the Jewish one. WhoEVER it is, they need to learn that the correct way to turn off the christmas lights is to unplug them, not flip off the whole fucking power strip! So I have to go ALL the way downstairs and turn the powerstrip back on and then unplug the lights that they left in. Whatever. It's fine for now, but the next time he halks a lughee into our sink just because he's fucking Samantha so he thinks he can use the upstairs bathroom, I am going to confront him, and then yell at him about constantly disconnecting the internet too.
Just to clarify, I'm not being derogatory to Jews. I say it's probably him because he was the last one in the living room. Besides, I don't know if it even counts as being derogatory to Jews if the person you're bitching about is less than a quarter Jewish, is the only practicing Jew in his family, and is by most people's analysis in it for the free alchohol and shabat naps. I will give him some credit, however, he does the "Jewish thing" every single Saturday and makes us turn on and off lights for him and everything. And, just yesterday he told me very seriously that he thinks its probable that Jesus had children, but that it doesn't matter anyway because Jesus is not divine. Snaps for following religious doctine and everything, but really all I want is for every day to be a Saturday for him so that he can't TURN OFF THE FUCKING INTERNET!
Don't be confused. I'm mostly joking. I love all my roommies, and it actually makes me happy to rant indignantly.
"Yeeeeeah. Can you feel it baby? I can too."
-Good Vibrations, by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
Someone showed this to me recently, and I actually love it more than life. Go see it, and while you watch it you should probably lick your lips along with Mr. Whalberg: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnzgNAzquCw
I liked today. I'm the kind of extrovert that actually dies a little inside when I'm not around people enough on any given day. It's like I actually need to soak up the energy from other people. And if there's anything that a 4-hour block of class does for you, its that. It's not that I actually interact with/like most of the people in my classes though. This quarter, it seems like God decided to push me to my absolute limit by filling most of my classes with brownnosing dimwits that ask questions every other minute, to the point where I know that even the professor is annoyed. I may have been one of those nerdy kids who started college early, but I have NEVER been one of those hand-permanently-in-the-air whiners. What...you thought this was supposed to be a Socratic education? Well, then the professor should actually have a chance to slip in a word or two between your constant yapping.
I am SO offended.
And in other news, I encountered something so apopletically dorky today that I had to refresh the webpage to make sure that I wasn't high or hallucinating. On dictionary.com, you can't just click the little microphone icon to hear a pronunciation of a word. You have to be a subscribing member to get those kind benefits. It will just advise you to pay for premium service where *gasp!* you can get ad-free access to more that 60,000 audio pronunciations. Puh-lease. I'd rather pay for B-Hawk's tranny porn. And I will never reveal what word I was looking up. That is a secret that I will take to the grave. You will have to guess at what it might be whenever you hear me mispronounce anything. It's a rare phenomenon, however, so actually just don't worry about it.
I'm feeling all sparkly still from this morning's sunshine, which is remarkable considering that I spent all of my 11:30-9:30 hours doing things that I didn't want to do. As in waking up, going to class, going to work, and doing coding for my thesis. But, since I impressed myself with that marathon-sized block of concentration, I sat on my perky butt for the rest of the evening. [Perky butt is a reference for p-dizzle, if she reads this entry, and nothing more. If anyone else is reading this, don't even worry about it. I will stick you with my shiv if I ever see your eyes drop down to butt-level, because I am NOT fond of boys right now. I will throw rocks at you. Unless you are a girl or a gay, in which case I probably don't mind.]
I don't feel at all guilty for my vegging, however, because I think I am getting sick. So I have been downing tea all evening as well. I'm actually just off to use up my third tea bag from South Africa. Did you know that they make tea over there? Well, it is delicious. And I plan on finishing off half the package tonight.
I'm also quite happy, because I looked like I like to look today. I realize that most people probably look however they want every day. I, on the other hand, often give into other peope's suggestions that I wear my hair down, or at least half-down. And that I wear earrings, and professional-looking clothes/shoes for my job, blah blah blah. Well, fuck you. Because I only like wearing my hair in a ponytail. And I like necklaces with black cords. And I like converse more than flats. And I think that earrings make me look different in a way that I'd prefer not to.
Argh! Someone in this house is a dirty whore and I hate them. It's probably the Jewish one. WhoEVER it is, they need to learn that the correct way to turn off the christmas lights is to unplug them, not flip off the whole fucking power strip! So I have to go ALL the way downstairs and turn the powerstrip back on and then unplug the lights that they left in. Whatever. It's fine for now, but the next time he halks a lughee into our sink just because he's fucking Samantha so he thinks he can use the upstairs bathroom, I am going to confront him, and then yell at him about constantly disconnecting the internet too.
Just to clarify, I'm not being derogatory to Jews. I say it's probably him because he was the last one in the living room. Besides, I don't know if it even counts as being derogatory to Jews if the person you're bitching about is less than a quarter Jewish, is the only practicing Jew in his family, and is by most people's analysis in it for the free alchohol and shabat naps. I will give him some credit, however, he does the "Jewish thing" every single Saturday and makes us turn on and off lights for him and everything. And, just yesterday he told me very seriously that he thinks its probable that Jesus had children, but that it doesn't matter anyway because Jesus is not divine. Snaps for following religious doctine and everything, but really all I want is for every day to be a Saturday for him so that he can't TURN OFF THE FUCKING INTERNET!
Don't be confused. I'm mostly joking. I love all my roommies, and it actually makes me happy to rant indignantly.
"Yeeeeeah. Can you feel it baby? I can too."
-Good Vibrations, by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch
Someone showed this to me recently, and I actually love it more than life. Go see it, and while you watch it you should probably lick your lips along with Mr. Whalberg: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnzgNAzquCw
Monday, March 5, 2007
Sunday Night Live
It appears that I am on my way to a recovery. For future notice, here is my feel better recipe:
1) An upset--in basketball that is.
2) Wine+funny Mitch+slightly tipsy B-hawk
3) Realizing that I am not broke and do not have herpes...snaps for avoiding poverty and STD's!
4) The Senate--I've never heard happier, sweeter music, and more intense (at times) music in my life
5) Party planning--Save Darfur partay next quarter. Theme=70's...anything from disco to hippie to mod. I love that the best parties I've been at this year have been at my own house. I think most other people agree too. Seriously. We throw kick ass parties.
6) Tucker Max
And that is that.
I was realizing, though, that I am not that unique in my beliefs. Specifically, most of my opinions on big issues come from my parents. Is this a sign that I have not adequately thought things through and am just following the family bandwagon? I hope not.
My parents both hugely deviated from their families in terms of their political leanings and their tendency toward feminism. My dad moved to the US, so obviously the politics he developed opinions on were new to him, but my mom came from a staunch conservative background and did a complete 180. And somewhere in there, both of them developed these hyphenate-your-name, don't-shave-your-legs feminist viewpoints. The fact that they came to these conclusions pretty much of their own accord (like a lot of people I know and consider horribly smart) impresses me, because they must have thought so much more about what they believed and must really be committed to it.
I, on the other hand, fall neatly in line with my parents' said political opinions. I am liberal, fairly feminist (although I shave my legs, which my father views as a small failure at life...pshaw, I may be selling out, but he would too if he had gone to my middle school), a pacifist, and I don't do the flag salute. The only part of me that does not come directly from my upbringing is my acceptance of most Da Vinci Code-esque claims, and my resolute belief that homosexuality is not a sin (my parents aren't from the Dark Ages, and they do believe in completely equal rights under the laaw for homosexual couples, they are just literal-perhaps overly so-about the Bible...don't worry, they believe in evolution and everything!). This makes me slightly worried....I want to know that I would still come to my visciously liberal opinions all on my own. I'm actually not that worried that I'm right, just that I would have the intelligence to get there without the help of my parental unit.
Did you know that my father was once investigated by the FBI? Because he's South African, and there was an uprising going on when he came to the States. About this thing called apartheid, I don't know if you've heard about it. [insert sarcasm here]
Anyway, isn't that deliciously silly? Wait until they hear that he taught me to not salute the flag...shock and awe, they will send him right back to SA, and I will go too and get a brilliant tan.
I wonder if the reason that I feel so much more connected to South Africa than my sister is that I look more like my dad, and people treat me different because they recognize me as non-apple pie american. Tess actually looks light enough be the Olsen twins' little sister. But, it also could be that I am just more attached to family than her. Cancers (me) are supposedly more attached to family, and Scorpios (her) not in such exorbitant amounts. It's interesting, because I was reading that Scorpios are also supposed to be able to withstand pain more at a young age, and that was very true of her. I remember her splitting her chin on the tub at the age of two and not even crying...not even while they gave her stitches. And then, about year later, she stuck a sticker of Jesus right up her nose and had to go to the hospital to get it out. She said "But, mommy, I just wanted Jesus inside of me." Little shitter. Of course my mother couldn't blame her after that bit of adorable-ness, so she blamed me instead, because I gave her the sticker. Ohhh, I love that kid. I can't wait to see her at Spring Break when we go to the SOUTH!!!! I am very excited at the prospect of seeing plantations and shit. And, first, we are stopping off in Lynchburg, VA. Does anyone else think its amusing that Jerry Fallwell's university (Liberty University) is in a town called Lynchburg? In my opinion, that connection is right up there along with Strom Thurmond's familia owning Al Sharpton's great grandfather. Scandalous.
"It's important to remember that feminism is no longer a group of organizations or leaders. It's the expectations that parents have for their daughters, and their sons, too."
-Anna Quindlen
1) An upset--in basketball that is.
2) Wine+funny Mitch+slightly tipsy B-hawk
3) Realizing that I am not broke and do not have herpes...snaps for avoiding poverty and STD's!
4) The Senate--I've never heard happier, sweeter music, and more intense (at times) music in my life
5) Party planning--Save Darfur partay next quarter. Theme=70's...anything from disco to hippie to mod. I love that the best parties I've been at this year have been at my own house. I think most other people agree too. Seriously. We throw kick ass parties.
6) Tucker Max
And that is that.
I was realizing, though, that I am not that unique in my beliefs. Specifically, most of my opinions on big issues come from my parents. Is this a sign that I have not adequately thought things through and am just following the family bandwagon? I hope not.
My parents both hugely deviated from their families in terms of their political leanings and their tendency toward feminism. My dad moved to the US, so obviously the politics he developed opinions on were new to him, but my mom came from a staunch conservative background and did a complete 180. And somewhere in there, both of them developed these hyphenate-your-name, don't-shave-your-legs feminist viewpoints. The fact that they came to these conclusions pretty much of their own accord (like a lot of people I know and consider horribly smart) impresses me, because they must have thought so much more about what they believed and must really be committed to it.
I, on the other hand, fall neatly in line with my parents' said political opinions. I am liberal, fairly feminist (although I shave my legs, which my father views as a small failure at life...pshaw, I may be selling out, but he would too if he had gone to my middle school), a pacifist, and I don't do the flag salute. The only part of me that does not come directly from my upbringing is my acceptance of most Da Vinci Code-esque claims, and my resolute belief that homosexuality is not a sin (my parents aren't from the Dark Ages, and they do believe in completely equal rights under the laaw for homosexual couples, they are just literal-perhaps overly so-about the Bible...don't worry, they believe in evolution and everything!). This makes me slightly worried....I want to know that I would still come to my visciously liberal opinions all on my own. I'm actually not that worried that I'm right, just that I would have the intelligence to get there without the help of my parental unit.
Did you know that my father was once investigated by the FBI? Because he's South African, and there was an uprising going on when he came to the States. About this thing called apartheid, I don't know if you've heard about it. [insert sarcasm here]
Anyway, isn't that deliciously silly? Wait until they hear that he taught me to not salute the flag...shock and awe, they will send him right back to SA, and I will go too and get a brilliant tan.
I wonder if the reason that I feel so much more connected to South Africa than my sister is that I look more like my dad, and people treat me different because they recognize me as non-apple pie american. Tess actually looks light enough be the Olsen twins' little sister. But, it also could be that I am just more attached to family than her. Cancers (me) are supposedly more attached to family, and Scorpios (her) not in such exorbitant amounts. It's interesting, because I was reading that Scorpios are also supposed to be able to withstand pain more at a young age, and that was very true of her. I remember her splitting her chin on the tub at the age of two and not even crying...not even while they gave her stitches. And then, about year later, she stuck a sticker of Jesus right up her nose and had to go to the hospital to get it out. She said "But, mommy, I just wanted Jesus inside of me." Little shitter. Of course my mother couldn't blame her after that bit of adorable-ness, so she blamed me instead, because I gave her the sticker. Ohhh, I love that kid. I can't wait to see her at Spring Break when we go to the SOUTH!!!! I am very excited at the prospect of seeing plantations and shit. And, first, we are stopping off in Lynchburg, VA. Does anyone else think its amusing that Jerry Fallwell's university (Liberty University) is in a town called Lynchburg? In my opinion, that connection is right up there along with Strom Thurmond's familia owning Al Sharpton's great grandfather. Scandalous.
"It's important to remember that feminism is no longer a group of organizations or leaders. It's the expectations that parents have for their daughters, and their sons, too."
-Anna Quindlen
Saturday, March 3, 2007
LFO stands for Light Funky Ones
If I were a piece of punctuation, I would be an ellipsis. Hands down. I overuse them even moreso than commas.
I am frustratingly indecisive, perhaps longwinded, I don't like letting subjects go without a little more description and discussion, and I think that there is always more to be shared and analyzed on any subject. This is somewhat ironic, because the typical intended use of an elipsis is to omit something from text. I do not, however, like leaving anything hanging, and this is why I cannot even remember the last time I used an ellipsis at the very end of a sentence. That would lack closure, which I cannot stand. (Titles don't count, because they are beginnings not ends of anything).
I have several feelings that I despise more than anything in the world. If I were to rank them, I think cramps would be the worst. The time I first got the really abnormally horrible kind, I actually thought that I was dying. And then they became regular and I started passing out from pain. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, but Thank God that stopped because it was almost too much to bear, and it is THE reason that I am terrified of ever giving birth. Running a close second is the feeling I get after not having drank enough liquid. There are days when I am getting ready for bed and realize that the most I had to drink all day was one sip of water. This is probably why nobody else I've talked to about it has ever experienced the weird pain I get after not drinking. Because everyone else is not dumb and has no problem ingesting liquid. And third for worst feelings, is feeling like I am not good enough. I simply despise it. I don't mind not being interesting or charasmatic or good looking enough on my own, but when someone else is better than me in any/all categories and EVERYONE seems to prefer them to me, it makes me depressed.
I saw Zodiac tonight, and it was oddly unsettling. The only movie that has ever left me feeling scared afterwards is The Ring, which terrified me to the point where I could not sleep for literally days. Nothing else affected me though. Silence of the Lamps? Piece of cake...even in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Zombies and horror movies? Completely fine. Given all this, I have no idea, why this movie still seemed haunting to me after getting home. Maybe because it was based on a real story. I'm over it now, but earlier tonight I was still weirded out. Sooo good, though. I highly recommend it. Seeing Mark Ruffallo, Jake Gyllenhall, and Robert Downey Jr. all together is reason enough, but it was also satisfyingly gripping (I remember at one point actually trying to tell Jake out loud to "leave at once, in fact, jump right out that window." Chloe and Emma appreciated it, at least.), as well as complex and very well-acted.
Having seen the movie will probably do me a lot of good, besides mere entertainment value, because for the first time I have decided that perhaps it is a poor choice to go gallavanting around alone at night. I don't do it a lot, it's just that I like to run late late at night, and I don't like to run with other people generally. I always told my roommate last year that I would probably be able to outrun an attacker, and otherwise would kick them in the crotch. This was before she tried to call the police on me one night after I apparently stayed out on my run too long. Anyway, though, I will think twice before I run alone again, because you never know who might randomly be out to knife me.
Chloe and I are such dorks, though. At the movie theater we decided that it would be really smart to get some toilet paper to take home since we have none and anticipated needing to go to the bathroom sometime tonight. We are enormously cheep. But savvy.
"There is nothing quite so terrible as evil masquerading as virtue."
-Dietrich Bonhoeffer
I am frustratingly indecisive, perhaps longwinded, I don't like letting subjects go without a little more description and discussion, and I think that there is always more to be shared and analyzed on any subject. This is somewhat ironic, because the typical intended use of an elipsis is to omit something from text. I do not, however, like leaving anything hanging, and this is why I cannot even remember the last time I used an ellipsis at the very end of a sentence. That would lack closure, which I cannot stand. (Titles don't count, because they are beginnings not ends of anything).
I have several feelings that I despise more than anything in the world. If I were to rank them, I think cramps would be the worst. The time I first got the really abnormally horrible kind, I actually thought that I was dying. And then they became regular and I started passing out from pain. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, but Thank God that stopped because it was almost too much to bear, and it is THE reason that I am terrified of ever giving birth. Running a close second is the feeling I get after not having drank enough liquid. There are days when I am getting ready for bed and realize that the most I had to drink all day was one sip of water. This is probably why nobody else I've talked to about it has ever experienced the weird pain I get after not drinking. Because everyone else is not dumb and has no problem ingesting liquid. And third for worst feelings, is feeling like I am not good enough. I simply despise it. I don't mind not being interesting or charasmatic or good looking enough on my own, but when someone else is better than me in any/all categories and EVERYONE seems to prefer them to me, it makes me depressed.
I saw Zodiac tonight, and it was oddly unsettling. The only movie that has ever left me feeling scared afterwards is The Ring, which terrified me to the point where I could not sleep for literally days. Nothing else affected me though. Silence of the Lamps? Piece of cake...even in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Zombies and horror movies? Completely fine. Given all this, I have no idea, why this movie still seemed haunting to me after getting home. Maybe because it was based on a real story. I'm over it now, but earlier tonight I was still weirded out. Sooo good, though. I highly recommend it. Seeing Mark Ruffallo, Jake Gyllenhall, and Robert Downey Jr. all together is reason enough, but it was also satisfyingly gripping (I remember at one point actually trying to tell Jake out loud to "leave at once, in fact, jump right out that window." Chloe and Emma appreciated it, at least.), as well as complex and very well-acted.
Having seen the movie will probably do me a lot of good, besides mere entertainment value, because for the first time I have decided that perhaps it is a poor choice to go gallavanting around alone at night. I don't do it a lot, it's just that I like to run late late at night, and I don't like to run with other people generally. I always told my roommate last year that I would probably be able to outrun an attacker, and otherwise would kick them in the crotch. This was before she tried to call the police on me one night after I apparently stayed out on my run too long. Anyway, though, I will think twice before I run alone again, because you never know who might randomly be out to knife me.
Chloe and I are such dorks, though. At the movie theater we decided that it would be really smart to get some toilet paper to take home since we have none and anticipated needing to go to the bathroom sometime tonight. We are enormously cheep. But savvy.
"There is nothing quite so terrible as evil masquerading as virtue."
-Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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