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|Wednesday, May 7th, 2008|
I know that no one other than another person with trichotilomania would ever get this, but I just pulled pretty much the most perfect hair ever. It was all kinky and hard and it had its follicle and it was just great. It was at least one of the top two hairs I've ever pulled. I'm sure that sounds really disturbing to those without trich, but if you don't have it or a similar compulsion, then you can't really understand how hard it can be to resist pulling. I kind of think of it as an addiction, except that I can't really see a way that this would possibly kill me. If there happens to be somebody reading this who has trich and can relate, let me know. I think it'd be kind of cool to talk to someone else. Or hell, just leave an anonymous post. Not that I really think anyone reads this journal. Current Mood: accomplished
|Tuesday, December 25th, 2007|
|Different Christmas, Same Feelings of Unappreciation
I've long felt that my extended family doesn't appreciate me enough, but the large holiday gatherings (or any large family gatherings) really drive that feeling home to my heart for me. I think that they love me, but a lot of times, it seems like they just don't like me, or at least not as much as they like my other cousins. Almost all of my cousins are sitting around and joking in the living room right now, but I'm in my bedroom, writing this update. I've tried to join them in the past, but my contributions to the conversation never seem to be heard, and when I try to be heard, I just get fussed at for being loud, or something like that. It's not that I'm antisocial- that would be my younger sister, I'm very social indeed, but I enjoy being around people who actually listen to what I'm saying more than I enjoy being ignored, or just feeling like I'm being ignored. I don't know what it is about me that really turns off even my own family, but it really hurts. I shouldn't be in my room, looking at pictures of my deceased rabbit to feel good, but I doesn't happen around my family like it seems to happen for the rest of them. I just wish I knew why they don't seem to appreciate me.
|Wednesday, January 10th, 2007|
I'm really not at all a bi fan of the Republican Party. In fact, I basically can't stand most of the party leadership or any of the views and positions held by the party members. I love my Republican relatives, but hate that they are Republican. That being said, my problems stem for the most part from the Republican leadership and platforms of the last 25 or so years. While I am no big fan of Gerald Ford, he really never bothered me. To me, he was in most respects a placeholder president. Ford was only president for about two and a half years, after Nixon resigned from the office. And the only reason Ford was VP was because Nixon's original VP Spiro Agnew left office after some legal troubles of his own. Ford never wanted to be the President, he had no ambitions to the office, but he did what he considered to be his patriotic duty and stepped up to the plate. That's why I'm getting really upset when I notice the number of American flags that are not being flown at half-mast. To me, even if you didn't like the man, or if you were like me and ambivalent about him, you should still show him the respect he deserves. And really, you're more showing the respect to the office of the President, not the man who was President. And the respect is shown by flying all American flags at half-mast for 30 days. Its not that hard. Even those people who leave their flag up all the time (which is against flag etiquette anyway) would only have to make two extra trips to the flagpole: one to lower it to half-mast and one to raise to full-mast after 30 days. People make a huge deal about telling others how patriotic and American they are, but I have seen at least 10 flags at regular position since I got back to school a little over 26 hours ago. And this is in Alabama, a largely Republican state. It seems sort of hypocritical to me. Current Mood: annoyed
|Tuesday, December 26th, 2006|
So it is 1:13 a.m. on December 26, which means that yesterday was Christmas. And I don't really know why, although I suspect it has something to do with the pretty miserable state of my life right now, but it really didn't feel the same. It feels like it all came and went by too quickly. I mean, Christmas always seems to be over quickly, but it seemed to be quicker than normal this year. I guess it was because of the fact that we're still suffering so much from the storm and our lives as a whole are completely abnormal. It's really hard to explain what I'm feeling. It's like there are no words that can adequately explain it, other than to say that it's just weird. Whatever. That was really random ad\nd weird, but that's all it can be since I can't really describe it. Current Mood: tired
|Sunday, August 27th, 2006|
I swear to Jesus, Tropical Storm Ernesto, you come into the Gulf, just into the Gulf, I will fuck you up. I don't care if you don't get near my NOLA, just anywhere near the Gulf, and we will fight. Current Mood: angry
|Monday, November 28th, 2005|
I fucking hate the damn shit bitch hurricanes. But I love the shirt I've seen that says "Make Levees, Not War." That makes me happy. Tonight's agenda is as follows: shower, make EasyMac for dinner, read until the Daily Show and Family Guy come on. Read. Sleep. Sleep as long as I want because I don't have class tomorrow.
And now to shower. Current Mood: blah
|Sunday, July 17th, 2005|
So after two long years of waiting, I finally got to read the sixth installment of the Harry Potter series. All I can say now is "Wow." And not in an entirely good. Don't get me wrong, the book was amazing (as usual), but I am now devastated to the point that I can't write anymore. I finished it at 7:00 am after getting home and starting it at 1:00. I want to reread it, but now my little sister has it so I can't. And I'm off to bed since I didn't get to sleep more than seven hours today.
When's the last part coming out? Current Mood: numb
|Tuesday, March 8th, 2005|
So this is my first post in forever and a maw-maw day. Doesn't really matter, because I don't think anyone really reads this, but whatever.
The air in my dorm has been broken for a month, and a bunch of girl's parents called today to complain. They said its a problem with the unit, so they're trying to get the company to fix it since its still under warranty. Its working right now, but I'm sure it won't last for long.
I found out about half an hour ago that Michael Jackson allegedly calls wine "Jesus Juice." I find this hilariously funny, and can't stop asking people if they want some Jesus Juice. Nobody seems to. Losers.
For a long time now, I've really wanted a baby elephant as a pet, and this desire was just intensified today, when I saw the cutest picture ever. I makes me squeal thinking about it, and it has replaced The Phantom of the Opera as my background. My roommate lofted her bed, so I've decided the baby elephant can sleep under there, and when he or she needs to get clean, I'll take them to shower in the handicap stall in the bathroom. I wish.
I really should be doing something productive, like Logic homework, or the bibliography I have due tomorrow in English, or even showering, but I'm not. As usual I'm procrastinating. I don't care, but I am going to do my stuff now. Current Mood: jubilant
|Saturday, September 11th, 2004|
Normally, I really can't stand listening to Garrison Keillor. Probably since my dad loves him and I occasionally have to hear him. Who knows? However, my mom sent me an email she received from a law group she belongs to and it was amazing! Mr. Keillor begins his essay by showing how the Republican Party "of Lincoln and Liberty was transmogrified into the party of hairy-backed swamp developers and corporate shills, faith-based economists, fundamentalist bullies with Bibles, Christians of convenience, freelance racists, misanthropic frat boys, shrieking midgets of AM radio, tax cheats, nihilists in golf pants, brownshirts in pinstripes, sweatshop tycoons, hacks, fakirs, aggressive dorks, Lamborghini libertarians, people who believe Neil Armstrong's moonwalk was filmed in Roswell, New Mexico, little honkers out to diminish the rest of us, Newt's evil spawn and their Etch-A-Sketch president, a dull and rigid man suspicious of the free flow of information and of secular institutions, whose philosophy is a jumble of badly sutured body parts trying to walk. Republicans: The No.1 reason the rest of the world thinks we're deaf, dumb and dangerous."
He goes on to say "This year, as in the past, Republicans will portray us Democrats as embittered academics, desiccated Unitarians, whacked-out hippies and communards, people who talk to telephone poles, the party of the Deadheads. They will wave enormous flags and wow over and over the footage of firemen in the wreckage of the World Trade Center and bodies being carried out and they will lie about their economic policies with astonishing enthusiasm.
The Union is what needs defending this year. Government of Enron and by Halliburton and for the Southern Baptists is not the same as what Lincoln spoke of.This gang of Pithecanthropus Republicanii has humbugged us to death on terrorism and tax cuts for the comfy and school prayer and flag burning and claimed the right to know what books we read and to dump their sewage upstream from the town and clear-cut the forests and gut the IRS and mark up the constitution on behalf of intolerance and promote the corporate takeover of the public airwaves and to hell with anybody who opposes them."
Mr. Keillor ends his essay by saying "This is a great country, and it wasn't made so by angry people. We have a sacred duty to bequeath it to our grandchildren in better shape than
however we found it. We have a long way to go and we're not getting any younger. Dante said that the hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who in time of crisis remain neutral, so I have spoken my piece, and thank you, dear reader. It's a beautiful world, rain or shine, and there is more to life than winning."
Amen, Mr. Keillor, amen.
(Garrison Keillor is the host and writer of A Prairie Home Companion, now in its 25th year on the air. This adapted excerpted from Keillor's new book, Homegrown Democrat ((c) 2004) is reprinted by arrangement with Viking, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.) - Obviously, I just quoted the adapted excerpt, but buy the book to read the whole thing.
|Wednesday, July 28th, 2004|
I really hate going to the doctor. I was the second appointment of the day, scheduled for 8:45 and didn't get to see him until 9:50. The man is never on time. The only time I didn't have to wait for him was the day he accidentally scheduled me and wasn't supposed to be seeing patients because there was an open house. After I finally got home, I got another hour and 45 minutes of sleep before I had to get ready for work.
Work was a pain in the ass today since I had to do a bunch of typing and copying on the world's oldest copy machine. The hatred I have for that machine knows no bounds. After work, I went home to rest a little before a planned shopping trip with a friend. I had a ball balancing my checkbook. Sat around waiting for my friend to call and tell me she was on her way. She finally did call, but we had to reschedule our trip for tomorrow. So it was dinner and more of the DNC with the family for me.
Seriously, watching the speakers tonight made me feel even more hopeful about the November election. Ted Kennedy was an amazing speaker, and I love how he tore into the Bush administration with no apologies. That was great. And let me tell you, if I lived in Illinois, I would totally vote for Barack Obama in a heartbeat. That was one of the greatest speeches I ever heard. I especially loved the line about "people in the red states" disapproving of the U.S.A. P.A.T.R.I.O.T Act. That act is dangerous and a complete violation of our civil liberties and all the beliefs this country was founded upon. John Ashcroft should never have been approved for the job of Attorney General. Its a telltale sign if the guy loses a Senate race to a dead man that people don't want him in their government. At least, its telltale to me; George W. Bush is a different story entirely. I don't want to sound self-centered, but I have almost always gotten great grades (with the exception of a few classes that almost gave me mental breakdowns). George W. Bush was a less than stellar student, and would never have gotten to where he is today if it wasn't for his father's money and political power. But I digress. Maybe my next post will be a further bashing of the current administration.
However, I will wax on and on about Teresa Heinz Kerry. She is officially my newest role model. She's smart and witty, and you can tell that the person you see on T.V. is the real woman. I think sh'll make a great first lady, and, if she was a natural born citizen, she'd also make a great president. I'm in full support of her beliefs, especially on the environment and women's issues. That woman knows how to get a crowd going and I think she's insanely refreshing with her "Devil-May-Care" attitude and her penchant for speaking her mind.
Let me tell you, the RNC has a tough act to follow, especially with speakers. I doubt they can do it, especially Cheney (whom I've never seen excite anyone, unless you coun my father's temper rising anytime the VP is even mentioned), and Bush, who I watch speak for entertainment value with his mispronunciations and fake words, just as much to see the shitty ideas he's trying to promote. Current Mood: optimistic
|Tuesday, July 27th, 2004|
|My first entry! yeah!
Well, this is it. My first entry on LiveJournal and thus, my first true foray as a public figure on the internet. God save the souls of those who are bored enough to read it. Let's see... what to talk about? Well, i suppose I could tell you about my day.
I woke up around 11:45 to get ready for work. I only work afternoons, which is nice because I can obviously sleep late, and a little shitty because I don't work as much, and therefore, don't get as much money. I got to work at 12:30 and began my usual day of sitting on my ass, reading fanfic, and complaining to my mother (who is also my boss, because she was kind enough to give her procrastinating daughter a job) about any real work she needs me to do. This work is usually in the form of typing, copying stuff for her (which is a pain in the ass because he copier is older than me), or filing (which is a pain in the ass because I have to move and its really boring).
At 3:20 I left work to visit the dermatologist for a breakout on my face which had already disappeared since the time I made the appointment. Thankfully, I did not cancel said appointment, since I got bitten numerous times at a party in the country on Friday night, by unknown bugs all over my legs. I filled out numerous forms with pointless information (like my father's Social Security Number) and spoke to the doctor for all of two seconds and got charged $25 for some type of lotion to help with the bites. I then came home and called one of my best friends to see if she had plans for the night. She did, but we did go get snowballs. If you've never had a true New Orleans snowball, you haven't truly live. Snocones (what a stupid name and concept) are not the real thing. You need a snowball, from New Orleans, preferably chocolate with condensed milk, to complete your life.
After returning home, I took a small nap before dinner and the beginning of the real fun at the DNC. My parents and I (yes, I still live at home, I am after all, a poor college student who doesn't even have a car) watched most of the convention. It was a real treat to see someone like Jimmy Carter, who is thought of by everyone to be a nice and happy person, take on the Bush administration so bluntly. I especially enjoyed Hillary Rodham Clinton and Bill Clinton's speeches. My father continuously said, and I agree fully, that it is astounding to watch a speaker like Bill Clinton and then compare his talent at it to someone like George W. Bush. Another fun thing to compare between the two men, is the level of intelligence. Actually, I probably should say the lack thereof for Bush. Sometimes, I don't know whether I should pity the man for being so uneducated or hate him for the things his stupidity has lead him to do.
After hearing all the speeches, and seeing all the excitement, I can only pray that John Kerry will win on November 2nd, because Lord knows, Bush can only lead us further into despair.
Now that I've finally done my first entry, I'm going to bed, because its late here, and I have to wake up early for yet another fun wait at another doctor's office. Current Mood: hopeful