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Slowly Going Bald.

The Real Thing?

I love Barack Obama. I was thrilled when he won his senate race. He is my political crush. This is why:

"The bottom line is that our job is harder than the conservatives' job. After all, it's easy to articulate a belligerent foreign policy based solely on unilateral military action, a policy that sounds tough and acts dumb; it's harder to craft a foreign policy that's tough and smart. It's easy to dismantle government safety nets; it's harder to transform those safety nets so that they work for people and can be paid for. It's easy to embrace a theological absolutism; it's harder to find the right balance between the legitimate role of faith in our lives and the demands of our civic religion. But that's our job. And I firmly believe that whenever we exaggerate or demonize, or oversimplify or overstate our case, we lose. Whenever we dumb down the political debate, we lose. A polarized electorate that is turned off of politics, and easily dismisses both parties because of the nasty, dishonest tone of the debate, works perfectly well for those who seek to chip away at the very idea of government because, in the end, a cynical electorate is a selfish electorate."

Read the whole thing here.

Sex. Have I got your attention now?

So the day didn't suck nearly as bad as I predicted. But things were looking pretty bad when I was facing the paranoia phase of my drug odyssey all on my own. Did the tech thing with Simon while still partially stoned (those cupcakes were powerful) and I don't remember a whole lot. Watched Totoro and ate delicious pizza with Barb and tried having a nap before heading into rehearsal.

There's nothing more depressing than being in your bed in the middle of the afternoon if you're not:
a) having hot sex
b) napping successfully
c) stricken with syphillis from the earlier hot sex

My wireless keyboard totally cut out during that last bit. There was a moment of panic, I'm not going to lie.

Susan and Jo have gone home and Barb and Dana are probably canoodling like junkyard rabbits. So I'm home alone, blasting songs that I couldn't listen to without getting flack from the roommates as they are supremely uncool. I'm contemplating homework but I feel as though it's much more likely that I end up just ordering some more books from the library and calling that 'homework'.

Someone needs to give me a really good hug. Yes, that's completely unrelated to everything I just wrote. True nonetheless.

See here's the thing...

We ate pot cupcakes around midnight and, don't get me wrong, things were really hilarious for a while. Then we all go tired and went to go to bed. Or tried, in my case. I may be the only person in the history of pot who can't sleep afterwards. Gah, I hate this. It's nearly 5 AM, the bed is my enemy and I don't want to go learn tech with simon in the morning.

This day is going to suck.

Addendum: Going to bed before 1 AM has it's advantages. Example, I'm quite hungry now and if I was asleep, I wouldn't be.

It's 1:41 AM, do you know where your Toni is?

Adults don't stay up until 1:40. They certainly don't stay up past 4 AM, which I did last nightt (and not because I was having any trouble sleeping earlier). This is another aspect of impending adulthood that frightens me. I don't want to be in bed before midnight and up before noon. I know I COULD go to bed earlier but I like to be so tired that my eyes feel dry and I start thinking about really weird shit before I hit the sheets.

Today:
-slept until noon
-thought about doing work...wasted my time on the internet instead.
-perfect fall weather when I left the house...sunny and windy
-rehearsal...EXCELLENT...I brought stale candy and the cast that did show up was unimpressed....they were awesome today anyway...one of those days where everyone seemed really upbeat and enthused about the play...AND Evan's calves looked excellent in heels.
-antijitos with Jo at the local hippie hangout AND organic coffee...made me feel good in the pants
-Andi's...biggest stoner house EVER...it's like every stereotype rolled into one...saw some inventive bongs....REALLY good to see Andi...and some guy that looked like I imagine Jesus would if he were a skinny hippie.
-on the way home I ran into the roommates who were on their way out. Susan and Jo rushed me and I was mauled by affectionate drunks.
-homework. While doing it (and watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas) it occured to me that I couldn't care less about the foreign policy of Russia and the United States from 1935 to 1939.
-Barb informed me he was tipsy on one beer. The world has come to an end.

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I'm not going to bed yet and you can't make me.

Compact and Brilliant

I'm in love with one of my professors. A geography professor. From Switzerland. His French/German accent is strangely attractive. He's funny and when he tries to be funny and isn't its not annoying but endearing.

He's short and DEFINITELY has some male pattern baldness going on. Not the type I usually drool over, I assure you. With short guys I always imagine slow dancing with them. It's kind of dumb because seriously, how many occasions are there in my life for slow dancing. It's not like I'm attending balls left right and center. The closest thing I get to it is an organized seizure with my housemates on Funk Night at the Albion. For some reason, no matter their actual relative height, I always picture their head cushioned on my boobs. It's not an attractive visual, I assure you.

I'm in love with his brain.

The Apocalypse can't be far behind.

Donald Trump and Regis Philbin are going to do a duet of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer on Regis' Christmas album.

No, it's true.

Love Between a Girl and her gadgets. Ewww, not that kind.

I have my new computer! Excellent. It's black and sleek and shiny and we are in love. No operating system yet but the delightful AND useful AND excessively good looking Barb will attend to that tonight if all goes well.

Finally had a good nights sleep last night after a week of 3 or 4 hours a night. I am slowly becoming human again. Or relatively human, if one can be that.

Attended my political geography class today and it was absolutely brill. Jo told me a while ago that her people (half people?), the Kurds, were the largest nation in the world without a state and that totally came in handy today and I impressed my super cute Swiss professor with my superior knowledge.

Everytime I have a class that isn't history and really enjoy it I'm all like, why aren't I in (insert appropriate discipline). It was okay when that happened with anthropology and I was in first year. However, it's an incredibly unfortunate feeling to have when you're in the last year of your degree. Thinking about exploring the possibility of doing political geography or something to that effect in grad school.

Thinking about exploring the possibility of laying on my grandmother's couch after this year.


In other non-related news, I went to my step-dad's house on Friday after a long period of not visiting and saw my little sister. As I've already told anyone who will listen, she had a pimple on her forehead. I was all (inside my head of course, I'm not a complete boob) when the hell did you get old enough to have pimples? Pimples equal impending doom and I'm not ready to handle teenage Deanna.

Due to underpreparedness and general moronity I kind of fucked up my presentation today. I was babbling and I was all over the place and it was too short. My fellow presenters assured me that I wasn't that bad but I'm pretty sure the professor now thinks I'm a moron. Can't there be one professor that I really like that I don't make an ass out of myself in front of by:
a) crying (in front of my SUPER hot HIST 1010 prof after my grandpa died)
b) handing in shitty papers
c) generally being an ass clown.

Perhaps the secret to not making an ass out of yourself is to avoid being an ass in general.
Foiled again.

Bright spots in a dismal week

1. Got the right kind of booster juice today. Now chock full of fruity goodness.

2. Antijitos with Mel at the Cornerstone.

3. Stye Rehearsal this eve (threatened cast with cupcake whippings if they didn't show)

4. Barb and Company drunken answering machine message:
"Dudes, harsh. I can't believe you're screening my calls."
"Nick Irvine a.k.a the second sweetest redhead in the world a.k.a. possibly the third"
"Hey Connie (that's me apparently) What's up?"
"Fuckin' give her two times."

5. The BBC has a Shakespeare Insult Generator! EEEEEEEEEE.
You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
OR May his pernicious soul rot half a grain a day.
OR Your horrid image does unfix my hair.

Oh man I'm going to visit that website all the fucking time.

6. Jo's roommate cheer up plan which appears to involve a lot of food that's bad for us and movies that are probably equally bad for our brains.

7. I get to go home tomorrow!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I will hug my family and my cat and my new computer like there's no tomorrow.