. . . . . entries for 31.10.04 . . . . .
Charlie: and you know what i say?
me: no, enlighten me.
Charlie: nothing.
Me: . . . perhaps the wisest words a man can speak.
Charlie: ...shut up.
. . . and also, the candy will not allow me to sleep. I know this now.
So I suppose what needs saying is happy Halloween. ^.^ So yes. Scary solstice, everyone. Mwahaha. I have an absurd quantity of candy now. I am glad I have parents who are willing to help me eat it.
I was tired for Halloween, for those who weren't already aware. This is basically because I had no Halloween spirit at all and thus did not get together a real costume. I was very warm and cozy in my sleep sack, though (and I had my secksay punkish red sleeveless hoodie on under it, woot! love that shirt).
Deja vu. xD Teehee.
Oh my god. ::dies laughing:: Sorry, Charlie, but I can't not link to this. (I'll probably embarrass him, but damn it! It's insane.)
My boyfriend is apparently a good kid. O.O
. . . . . entries for 30.10.04 . . . . .
As of this moment, I am counting the different types of database errors on Gaia. So far they include:
sushi
cheese
taco
braaains
More to come, I'm sure. xD
Well, I'm back from my first debate tournament and for some strange reason have carried a second place novice Lincoln/Douglas trophy with me. o.O . . . I must have had soft judges or something. I don't think I did that well.
In any case, my mom is making curried chicken tonight, which is much more important (and tastier!) than my trophy. :P The units are flipping out over it, though, and have put it on some bookshelf or another by the fireplace downstairs. It's pretty weird. I think I won a trophy for something when I was in first grade, but it was tiny and I don't remember what it was for.
. . . so yeah. Maybe I'll post my cases up here later or something. xD Victory Briefs, Erin Sherman style!
. . . . . entries for 29.10.04 . . . . .
"I could tell after that first bite that it was the most disturbing muffin on the face of the Earth." ~NABthing
Natalie is my official local bitch now. Rawr.
Debate is weird. Most of the time I think I hate it, probably because it's such a drain on time and energy. When I'm actually into it, though, it's not all that bad. Gah. . . so if I totally immersed myself in debate, I'd be fine with it, I suppose.
G'hey, I managed not to sound communist in my neg case. xD Go me!
Right, so I am all psyched up for the debate tomorrow. NOT. Grar. I need to majorly modify my arguments, especially my neg case. And I will. Later. Not now. And on Sunday afternoon I will do all of my real homework before going out trick-or-treating as J.P. Chartreuse. Let's face it; no one will get it, but it'll be much more fun than being sleepy.
Oh my. I received an item in the mail today, accompanied with the following note:
Dear Erin,
Please adopt this green monster scarf. I made it during the world series, mostly. All of the boys in Bill's house liked it but thought it made them look a mite too gay. It is fuzzy, and since I wore it this morning to get it here and mail it today, I also know it to be rather warm. Just feed it frequently so it doesn't strangle you. It likes girlscout cookies.
love,
Cassie
. . . . . entries for 28.10.04 . . . . .
Maaaatt, your bloglink is broken. Fix it now! Fix it swiftly!!
I started drawing Charlie today, and I'm not yet killing his face, so I'm happy. Nothing interesting happened today. Nothing interesting has happened all bloody *week* really. I am amazingly bored.
On that note I am reminded that I have movie night (or the potential thereof) on Friday night, debate on Saturday, and Halloween on Sunday. I just have no desire to go through it, any of it. Blearg. I also have no real Halloween costume. I might end up going as sleepy me, in my sleep sack and pajamas and whatnot.
. . . . . entries for 27.10.04 . . . . .
. . . because, you understand, it would be a crime not to draw this *perfect* rendition of Sir Charles Hyland. It is definitely one of my favorite pictures of him ever. (For clarification - that is not my lipstick. xD)
Maybe it's weird that I associate an image like this with happy memories. xD Too bad. Here is the picture that was meant to be the basis for my art project - I think, having seen how everything came out, I am going to alter my plans slightly. . .
Little Shop pictures are in! Here is one of Charlie and I. Hey, our eyes are open! First and last time that'll happen. o.O
No games. NO GAMES! Blah. xD
I'm in the new Mac lab at school. I feel so at home here, typing on an eMac, telling other people to go download Firefox because Safari is Satan. xD Ah me.
I've felt like I'm on autopilot lately. I haven't been feeling much of anything, or even thinking much of anything besides: "so why am I doing this, anyway?" Even that, though, I only think when I remember how little I'm thinking. If that makes any sense at all.
The reason I am in the Mac lab is due to a science drop. Next mod I will go eat something. I am muchly in need of food. Rar.
. . . . . entries for 26.10.04 . . . . .
I was just thinking about how to characterize my mood change from yesterday to today, and the following lines from Howard Moss's poem Burning Love Letters popped into my head.
From partial feast to total fast,
From object to mirage;
An animal that cannot last
Appears in fire's cage. . .
It's a good poem, but yeah. Yesterday I was off the wall with energy. . . today I feel rather lethargic and unwilling to do much of anything. Perhaps someone hollowed me out when I wasn't paying attention, and now I'm just a big fucking jack-o-lantern of a human being, with a fixed face, nothing on my insides.
. . . right. That's Snow Crash getting to me.
Blah. Relaxing now before mom comes up and says "Erin! Wake up, time to write your godsforsaken evil GLOBAL ESSAY!!" Ragh.
(Dan and I are discussing an epic battle: samurai Rosemary Hirota-Morris versus ninja Charlie Hyland. Wheehee.)
Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. You are in Limbo, a place of sorrow without torment. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. There is no punishment here, and the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad.
The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Moderate |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
^^ upon a retake. o.o I like these results better.
. . . . . entries for 25.10.04 . . . . .
How many fake suicide letters are written on April Fool's Day? How many aren't actually fake?
. . . right, that just randomly popped into my head. o.O . . .
Debate wasn't so bad. It's like, you psych yourself up to really loath this x-the-unknown-thing, call it broccoli, but when it's okay you still gag just because of the psychology of it. I didn't really gag though. Things were okay. I went through a mock-debate and didn't suck too much, even though I ended up being rather Communist. Gah. . . I've gotta work on my neg case.
Shannon and I are arrghy because the Gaia donation items aren't out yet! Rar!
Uuuugh. It's weird when parents want to be involved and concerned or whatever. If they wanted to be so damn involved, why couldn't they get me used to it? Gah. . .
I need to be writing my case. . . I can't write my case. . . I hate debate, it makes me want to bash my own head in.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Very High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Low |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Very Low |
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
Oh no! I'm a glutton.
. . . . . entries for 24.10.04 . . . . .
Shit, I just remembered about debate tomorrow. That club is going to kill me. I'm supposed to write my other case for it.
More notes:
Charlie, I agree. Shalimar smells nice but tastes very strange. o.o
There will be many fun pictures of our trip fairly shortly. Hopefully. I need them for art class, so it'd better be pretty damn soon. -.-
I am back home and I should really really really be working on my homework and not my blog right now.
My visit to Binghamton totally rocked, as usual. o.O Now I just have to drag Charlie and co. up to Niskayuna. Crazy theatre kids. Maybe I can somehow get them all to come for Snowball.
Notes from our evening out:
I am the great distraction! Mwahaha. So hard to give directions with Erin in the car.
Kate is afraid of feet. Maybe if someone dumped Kate and myself into a vat and stirred thoroughly, we'd yield two people with ordinary inclinations towards feet.
Dan is, in fact, a pirate ninja. o.o . . . ::shivers:: So freaky. We missed you at Denny's, Audrey II!
Mikey was very, very comfortable during the show. And invisible!
Charlie's friends love me because, with absolutely no knowledge I was doing so, I made my two bracelets: lemon candy and curry innuendo. The phrase "lemon curry!?", for reasons relating to Monty Python (go figure), is a stock inside joke among the crazy theatre kids. (Maybe I should just refer to them as the CTKs. -.-) Charlie and I have noted that its complement, according to my bracelets, is "candy innuendo." Be amused. Be very amused.
Vera and Kate get more action from me than Charlie does. xD Not really. To the casual observer, perhaps.
And I don't really exist. Just so there's no confusion, it was actually a carefully crafted bionic robot that you CTKs met yesterday. This blog is a figment of your imagination. There is no park bench, there is no spoon, there is no Erin Sherman.
. . . . . entries for 23.10.04 . . . . .
It would be nice if things could, just once, run smoothly.
. . . . . entries for 22.10.04 . . . . .
Fangirl syndrome has been setting in again. Ee. ^.^
This is a picture so artsy and riddled with metaphorical thingies that it could only be photoshop! . . . right?
I always knew Matt loved me. :P See the sidebar on his blog to further understand this remark.
You're a caring kisser, you have a gentle
kiss...you and your partner envolved and you
enjoy showing this to the world!
What anime kiss are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
I got "intense" the first time I took it. So I guess I'm. . . intense classic? o.o
So it occurred to me! It's opening night. ^.^ Break many legs, Charlie and co., and may none of them be your own.
At school again, this time during my lunch mod. I am not one of the bad kids who goes on Blogger (or other less-than-educational websites) during class.
Sooo yeah. I'm not sure why anyone would ever voluntarily complicate their lives with bisexuality. This isn't actually *too* related to the current strain of events, because only one party involved is bi, but yeah. It's like. . . when everyone is a romantic interest, I'm not sure that one can honestly treat someone as just a friend. Nothing more. Ever. When it's just boys or just girls or no one at all, things are much simpler.
Oh well. Stuff happens. I just hope things end well.
. . . wow. Social turmoil. I'm glad I don't have any of that in *my* life. o.o
Yeah, it's Friday morning and I'm in the library. I haven't blogged for a while because. . . um. . . things have been boring. Actually I think if the most spectacular and unusual thing happened to me this week I'd think it was pretty damn boring.
We're supposed to start our "portrait" projects for art today, but I am going to take pictures of my subject tomorrow, so. . . yeah. I wonder what I'll do. o.o I think I'm going to draw him in profile with a mysterious hand *hem* semi-strangling him by his lanyard. Or, more likely, my lanyard. I wonder if he even still has his - I remember last year he kept his housekey on it.
Mmm random reminiscing. :)
. . . . . entries for 20.10.04 . . . . .
In the spirit of not killing my blog with pictures, here lies a textual post. My hands are freezing. Have I mentioned this lately? Yes? Well, not enough, damn it.
I have a sizable quantity of homework to do tonight, which I shall work on industriously after I eat dinner at some ungodly late hour. :P Sleep is for the weak anyway.
Not too much to report, besides the fact that I am reminded every moment my mind is not otherwise occupied that I really, really wish I could skip the next couple of days. They seem utterly superfluous to my existence. -.-
Exhibit A: The sexy one and the silly one (from right to left) hold the furries. The eyes of the furry on the right match the silly one's dress. This amuses the silly one to no end.
Exhibit B: The goofy and the glamorous (again, from right to left) strike a pose. Observe the sexay slit in glamor girl's purple dress.
Homecoming pictures are in! Here is my favorite one of me alone.
You didn't believe me when I said I was Jeanette-Paula Chartreuse, did you? DID YOU!?
. . . . . entries for 19.10.04 . . . . .
Okay, so when some guy is out there on the field playing with blood soaking through his sock, you gotta figure: they deserve to win this. I mean, they are the RED Sox. That man is hardcore. o.o . . . worst cynical comment ever. My apologies.
Upon a much-needed retake of SANItest, I received the following results:
INSANITY INDEX 5.47
There are levels of human madness which no amount of science can ever elucidate. Only poets, only philosophers, many of whom are themselves mad, can offer any insight about such things. Your score indicates that you are on such a level. We can call you brainsick, but only you can make meaning of that term. We can tell you that others who scored at this level include People's Temple leader Jim Jones and existentialist Jean-Paul Sartre.
I AM JEANETTE-PAULA CHARTREUSE!!!
Behold! Dan the pirate-ninja's blog is now on the sidebar.
My hands are cold and I am bitter, although today was largely not bitter. I felt kind of like I was at CTY or something - I just didn't take much seriously. Dad thinks I'm beginning to fail as a student. It's annoying, and maybe true, probably due to this odd fog of a bad mood that has settled around me of late.
The following is a conversation between myself and Pirate Dan, not Messiah Dan.
Dan: charlie was delicious.
Me: o.o . . . how could any one person eat him?
Dan: hey, all i had eaten that day was half of a mocha iced latte. and i drank it so quick that it gave me brain freeze and i was all cross. being as cross as i was, and hungry from so little food, charlie looked like a scrumptious morsel.
Me: . . . you couldn't possibly have eaten someone who isn't my boyfriend, could you?
Dan: well, think of it this way. do you know anyone who is quite as sweet and delicious ?
Me: no. I resent the fact that you didn't at least invite me to join you.
Dan: well, if it makes you feel any better, i put his naughty bits in a tupperware container for later. if you want, you can heat them up and have 'em for a snack.
Me: ::winces at the thought:: . . . ew.
Dan: fine, your loss.
Me: . . . I'll have to eat you later though.
Dan: i suggest using a nice cream sauce and letting me simmer in a crockpot for oh, maybe 2-3 hours. that way i'll be nice and tender.
Me: I was thinking I'd eat you raw. preferrably while your heart is still beating.
Dan: well, i suppose i'd be best when warm. so, have at it.
Me: may I inquire as to how you prepared Charlie?
Dan: well, if you must know, i'm a sucker for the classics. i roasted him over a charcoal pit, slowly spinning him to keep in the flavor. i then picked him apart and threw away the bones (to possibly use for a soup later on) and used the better meaty parts with a buffalo-style dip.
Me: . . . god *damn* that sounds good. I hate you, Dan! >.< you roasted my boyfriend and didn't even *tell* me!
Dan: fine fine fine. since i'm a man of fairness and wish to balance out my karma, when/if i get a girlfriend, you have first dibs on going Hannibal Lecter on her ass.
Erin: I'm surprised you used the word "girlfriend" - don't you refer to them as lady-loves?
Dan: well, yes. "lady-loves" and "lady-friends" girlfriend tends to be used far too much, and i use "lady-____" for someone that i truly treasure. but i obviously can't treasure this lady too much if i'm willing to serve her to you ala-mode
Me: were Charlie female I'd have referred to him as a lady-friend, by your definition. but you ate him anyway.
Dan: well, i didn't exactly give you proper time to stop me, did i ?
Me: no. you were just evil. and I will never, ever forgive you.
Dan: well, really, if you think about it, that's kinda what evil people do. they go around eating others and putting babies on spikes. it's kind of in the job description, y'know ?
Me: . . . this is futile. xD I'm not speaking to you anymore! I want my Charlie back.
Dan: if you blog this previous conversation, i'll tell you i was lying and tell you the whereabouts of his person and when he may be back.
Me: Dan, I spoke with him last night. xD goofball. if I hadn't, however, I *would* hate you forever. I will blog it anyway, although I encourage you to get your own damn blog.
Dan: i wonder if any hostage-taking terrorists go through this feeling. "Give me 20 million dollars, or John Spence dies !"... "..Do it. The guys owes my $15,000." .. "O.o"
. . . . . entries for 18.10.04 . . . . .
I have changed my icon to White Mage, my browser, font and iMood settings to pink, and my desktop to my friends freaking out on my trampoline. All this, in the hope that it will cheer me up.
Blaming my terrible mood on PMS seems like a real copout, since I never get PMS, but it is so random and senseless that I can think of nothing else that could cause it. Raaagh. I need to mutilate something completely and utterly.
Last block (Drawing and Painting) today was kind of weird. We're drawing self-portraits in pastel, which I find rather frustrating and difficult. Around the last ten minutes, though, my class as a whole started flipping out over how good mine was. o.o . . . that doesn't happen to me. At least, not in art class. Not anymore. Anyway, yeah, it was freaking me out.
I have tons of homework and debate club tonight, for which I'm supposed to write a constructive. -.- This is aggrivating, to say the very least. . .
. . . . . entries for 17.10.04 . . . . .
Take this! Also consider checking out the carol of the Old Ones. xD Oh my.
I am embittered, I think mostly owing to the fact that I have to go to debate tomorrow. Gah. And the fact that I have homework in all four subjects tonight. What the hell.
Matt's site is back online - apparently it spontaneously combusted a while back and he finally got around to reviving it. So enjoy.
Half an hour or so 'til we've gotta leave to go to the dungeon. :) Picking up Kochiemonster on the way. Natalie wants a CD full of amusing music for her birthday. (I am reminded of this because I'm listening to The Inevitable Return of the Great White Dope.) Mwahaha.
My hands are fucking *freezing,* pardon my French. Rrr. Curse my bad circulation.
I should be working on some sort of homework until we have to leave. . .
Oi, Gaiapeople! I was pulling avatars from my friendslist this morning and some of you are not fully dressed. *ahem KOCH SISTERS!* So get dressed. Please. So you can go in my siggy and be wonderful. xD
. . . . . entries for 16.10.04 . . . . .
Freaking awesome.
Gooood morning everyone. ^.^ It's around quarter of six on PSAT day, I am in my comfy test-taking clothes, and my mother is in the shower. It feels like a school day, kinda, only I find myself drawn to my computer. Sad really.
And then some downtime before homecoming. Gah. . . homecoming. I quite frankly don't have much to say to that idea. But I'm going. I want to wake up the next morning so goddamn sore in every muscle of my body that I want to die. At least it'll be some indication I've actually been *using* my muscles, rather useless as they are now. I've gotta find time for my mile run this weekend, as well. And my homework.
Friggin' homework. . . it's the only thing I don't like about school.
. . . . . entries for 15.10.04 . . . . .
Oooh I am annoyed. (I type this and think about maybe changing my iMood to annoyed, or irritated, or seething or perhaps bloodthirsty! . . . but then I realize that "busy" is the overtone and that someone actually reading my blog can get the finer details.) My mother just informed me that she's booked a hotel for Saturday night in Binghamton, which pretty much rules out the possibility of my staying at Charlie's house overnight. I asked if I could still stay there if his parents approved, and she said "I'll think about it." Raaaaagh. ::tears her hair out:: I feel betrayed. At least I'm going, is what I ought to be telling myself. At least I get to see him. Verbal Prozac is not working.
The reason this is an issue is because it's college visit weekend in the Binghamton area. All the parents are filling up the hotels, so mom had to book one before they were all gone. Gah. If she hadn't done it, the entire trip might have been called on. This is a good thing. A good thing. Someone convince me this is a good thing, damn it.
If I hadn't been told repeatedly how easy the PSAT is, I might be thinking that this newfound irritation would hurt my performance tomorrow morning. As it is I think I will sit and quietly seethe while improving badly written sentences and FOILing out binomials. (Not that I have any right to be rewriting sentences, as you can see.) Rrrrrr.
I have a feeling that homecoming is going to be sort of miserable for me. Sorry for not coming to the high school tonight, guys - it is rainy and my mom is sick and if I get her more sick she could be in trouble since she's allergic to just about every antibiotic ever RAAAAAR ::twitch::
Matt has been de-linked because his link was broken (stupid compsci kid, messing around with his blog address) and Kate has been de-linked because she never blogged! Alas.
I have a science drop today. Right now, in fact. It makes for a very unbalanced schoolday - then again, I've been half asleep since midway through AP World. We watched The Seventh Seal today. While I love the movie dearly, it's impossible to appreciate it unless a) you're looking at the screen or b) you know Swedish. I would have liked to rest my eyes a little. I was zoning in and out in Latin, which is okay since we were just talking about the Trojan War. Which I know about. 'Cause I read the Aeneid. Bah.
So I am totally prepared to be bored out of my mind for a block. Also, like a total dumbass, I forgot to bring money to buy my homecoming ticket today. So I'll have to get one tomorrow, a complete and total waste of time and two bucks. Gah. Too sleepy. I want a memory foam mattress, damn it - I am so convinced it would solve so many of my problems.
Maybe I should be doing something productive.
I usually wouldn't use my full name in such things, but it was so wrong any other way. Rar. It thought I was a computer geek. Noooothatisnotme. Gamer geek is more my style.
. . . . . entries for 13.10.04 . . . . .
o.o Unpleasantness. Cassie has unpleasantness, mom has unpleasantness, and a certain someone else may have this or a different sort of unpleasantness.
I want none of this unpleasantness.
I think the unpleasantness has darkened my mood considerably, and thus I am not entirely fit to blog. I may go read my PSAT prep book (redundancy kills) while curled up in my electric blanket. You know, like I wanted to do before dad called me down to help him fold up the car cover and let out Buddaling (not to be confused with Buddhaling, a highly enlightened furry bastard). And then Cassie called, and the unpleasantness. Yick.
At this point, I'd be quite happy to go directly to Little Shop, do not pass homecoming, do not collect three hours of mindless blah.
I don't know why, but that reminded me that With or Without You was playing on the radio today. Maybe I do know why: CTY dances, which I never thought of as mindless blah. They were mindless laughter, mindless sweat and occasionally tears.
I am a silly girl who wants many things just out of her reach. . .
. . . . . entries for 12.10.04 . . . . .
A recurring joke that has long wanted to be blogged:
Erin: *insert random your mom joke here*
Natalie: Oh yeah? Well, that's a shame, because while you were with *my* mom, I was videotaping *your* mom having oral sex with the family dog, and, before I left, I carved my name into the wall of her uterus with a butterknife. When I got home I posted the tape on a Japanese porn website for the entire world to see. Beat that, bitch.
Erin: . . . I ate your kitten. Alive.
Natalie: . . . well. . . I kissed Charlie!
Erin: O.O ::mauls::
Sometimes I think that maybe, just maybe, other people take me too seriously. o.o
Am doing some PSAT prep. -.- Redundancy is wonderful. I am taking the Practice SAT this year for practice for next year, and am practicing for said practice practice test right now. After that I must study for Global, for essays are abound tomorrow. AP might just kill me.
I have a feeling I've told you that before.
H'okay, so I'm wearing my cloak of elven kind today. :) It really doesn't work with the whole backpack thing. I'm gonna put it away. Soon. Like, imminently.
Colin says hi. o.o He is reading over my shoulder. ::waves to Colin::
I haven't been blogging much lately, likely because there's been nothing remarkable going on. I watched Little Shop (or, ahem, listened to Little Shop) on my computer while doing my biology homework last night. You'll be a dentist, you have a talent for causing things pain! Son, be a dentist. . . people will pay you to be inhumane!
. . . . . entries for 9.10.04 . . . . .
Charlie's blog just reminded me that I am now lusting after a wonderful, wonderful sweatshirt. It reads:
"God is dead."
-Nietzsche
"Nietzsche is dead."
-God
So true. xD It makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
Just watched Little Shop. o.o My only question is: who the fuck is performing Audrey II's vocals in your production, Charlie!? How are you guys gonna pull off Audrey II period? Okay, so that was more than one question, but. . . seriously. o.o . . .
Edit: Where is Charlie, anyway? In wonder how he did in the X-C meet earlier today. . .
. . . . . entries for 8.10.04 . . . . .
Okay, so I just ran upstairs from watching the debate. I have a few things to say.
First and perhaps foremost, I'd like to say that I would be an undecided voter in this election. I think I'd end up caving and voting for Kerry because of the fundamental tax issues at hand, but it'd be a tough call.
Second, both candidates did a lot of question-evading. This was, in some cases, just. . . evasive, and they couldn't answer because the answer would be unfavorable. In other cases, though, it was because there was no answer. Plain and simple. A woman in the audience asked how American companies could stay competitive if they kept jobs in America, where the high standard of living mandates high wages. It was clear to me that she meant, can American products exist without sweatshop labor in third-world countries? The candidates both neatly stepped around it, talked about programming in China and India because the numbers are bigger, it doesn't seem as terrible, as inhumane, as unavoidably terrible. Another question without an answer - a question that, interestingly, wasn't asked - was that of Social Security. Apparently one of the taboos of politics is talking about it. Fact is, the lockbox has been opened, held upside down, shaken and crushed. I don't know how Social Security can exist in the future of this country. I'd like to know what the candidates plan to do about it.
Third, Bush's crazy flipping out sessions. Did anyone else notice this? He was really on the edge of his seat the entire debate, and talked right over the moderator a few times. I thought he was going to go all crazy ninja schwaaaa! and yeah. Just thought I'd throw that out there. It was an interesting contrast - during the first debate, he seemed really out of it. He took long pauses and tended to resort to the phrase "it's hard work!" a lot. This time, it was Kerry continuously using the phrase "I have a plan!" often in conjunction with "ladies and gentlemen."
And lastly, the selection of questions from the audience was. . . interesting. I especially liked the last question of the debate. Admit three of your mistakes, President Bush. o.O Ouchie. All of the big, controversial issues were brought up, even the environment, which was cool. Bush spoke the word "environment" in the same tone he used for "Internets" (yes, plural) - things that are dealt with and that affect other people.
In conclusion. . . gah. Politics make me sad. I'm going to go watch cartoons at jibjab.com now. xD
I died on the AP test, but I think I died peacefully. Some classmates of mine, I'm sure, died horrible, bloody, murderous deaths. So I am glad I studied a little. (There was a question directly from the Stearns review site on the test. Mwahaha.)
Matt is playing Driver's Ed on the computer next to me. He is amazingly bad at it. The world will become a dangerous place when Baxter gets behind the wheel of a motor vehicle.
Friendly's after school today, and disgusting fried food. Ugh. I should go for a walk once I get home. Yes. I think I will. I hope my dad will let me and not eat me. I'll probably be forced to take my Satanic dog with me. Preow!
. . . . . entries for 7.10.04 . . . . .
Sigh. I suppose the course of true love never did run smooth.
(The above being in reference not only to my life, but to the lives of a few other people around me.)
I have a terrible awful murderous AP test tomorrow, and a little bit of non-studying homework to do as well, but I'll be damned if I want to un-depress myself enough to do any of it. I am going to bake cookies later. I'd like to take a walk, but it's too dark out already. I wish a certain sister was at home to come with me and make sure I didn't get abducted.
See, I really shouldn't be so bitter, because just a week after homecoming I'll see him regardless. I'm bitter nonetheless. It's lame. Very lame. It just seems so ridiculous - shouldn't there be *some* way for this to work out?
. . . . . entries for 6.10.04 . . . . .
Today cannot be a good day.
Mom does not approve of operation kidnap Charlie from his track meet. If Mom does not approve, then chances are she won't let my dad carry out the operation even if he wants to.
::sigh::
. . . . . entries for 5.10.04 . . . . .
Vote now, bitches.
(The above is a link to a Gaia poll on the vice presidential debate. Fweehee.)
. . . . . entries for 4.10.04 . . . . .
Charlie: nyeh... you know something?
Erin: I may, yes. what is this something?
Charlie: the more i think about it... even though it's a rather sickening prospect.... i can picture myself less and less as a final fantasy villain. ::sniff::
Erin: that was so anticlimactic. xD you bastard.
Charlie: indeed it was. xD i rock!
Erin: was that seriously what you intended to say when you began that train of thought?
Charlie: actually, yes. xD
Erin: you amaze me. xD ::hugs:: goofball.
Hugs indeed. ^.^
. . . . . entries for 3.10.04 . . . . .
"It's not the pale moon that excites me,
That thrills and delights me,
Oh no. . .
It's just the nearness of you.
It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation,
Oh no. . .
It's just the nearness of you.
When you're in my arms
And I feel you so close to me. . .
All my wildest dreams
Came true. . .
I need no soft light to enchant me,
If you will only grant me
The right
To hold you ever so tight. . .
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you."
~Norah Jones, The Nearness of You
. . . . . entries for 2.10.04 . . . . .
In the name of the dramatic arts: pucker up, Charlie! xD
I envision at least one parental unit elbowing me when those scenes roll around. o.O Oh well. It's worth the bruised ribs to see Sir Charles play yet another scrawny white boy.
I may go fetch my prospective homecoming dress still this evening. It is a glorious thing, and actually conforms to the stupid theme. I'll end up looking more Quebec-ish than Las Vegas-ish, however, owing to my cloak of elven kind (plus ten to my hide checks!) and beret that I will likely be acquiring with my dress. ^.^ How should Erin wear her hair to homecoming?
I've been reading through my blog's archives. It's probably a sin to be this interested by one's own thoughts. o.O "We've changed so much since then, oh yeah, we've grown. . ." Okay, so most of the song doesn't apply to my blog. But ah. . . yeah. We won't go there.
. . . . . entries for 1.10.04 . . . . .
For a while, I really disliked this song because I thought it was quite steeped in love as it has become: a four-lettered word. Lately I have thought otherwise. So, without further ado, I give to you Come What May. Because Erin is allowed to be uncharacteristically sappy once in a while.
"Never knew I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss,
Every day I love you more and more.
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything,
Seasons may change
Winter to spring. . .
But I love you,
Until the end of time.
Come what may,
Come what may,
I will love you
Until my dying day.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place,
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace.
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste. . .
It all revolves around you.
And there's no mountain too high,
No river too wide,
Sing out this song and I'll be there, by your side,
Storm clouds may gather and storms may collide. . .
But I love you,
Until the end of time.
Come what may,
Come what may,
I will love you
Until my dying day. . ."
Ouch! Charlie's had a rough day. o.o Poor kid. I wish I could give him a hug. A *gentle* one.
I am *so* glad it is the weekend. My body hates me on so many levels. o.O My back hurts, I overstretched my leg after I woke up from my after-school doze (OOOOOOW that hurt like a BITCH. I tell you.) and I have *cramps,* damn it. I *never* get cramps. What's up with that?
*insert stereotypical PMS-y bitch statement here*
come home?
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