Much Too Much

I really can't tell you how ready I am for this week to be over. Really, though, I'm ready for next week to be over, too, as I have an Italian essay due on Monday and that displeases me (non mi piace scriverlo, if you will). So I'm ready for Thanksgiving Break to be upon us at last.
But if I can survive tomorrow's Italian test (and by "survive" I mean "get an A" because there's really no risk of me getting lower than a B on an Italian test, and even that's stretching things) and fulfill a few other duties, I have two words for what awaits me: drunk hide-and-seek. Okay, well that's really four words. In any case, it's David's birthday, and the festivities include two of the most fun things ever-- alcohol and kids' games. Get excited.
Saturday I have to come home briefly for an interview for a Christmas break job (Bath & Body Works at North Point-- the only place out of the seven or so I applied who's called me so far), which I think is ridiculous, but I need the money like whoa. Then back here, for who-knows-what on Saturday night, Sunday I write my essay, Monday and Tuesday I sleep through class, and then I'm done!
For now.
I'll make it. Will you?

Alternatively

Orrrrr I could just get 100 on my Stat test. Whichever.

"Oh, you hate school? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called everybody, and they meet at the bar."

I hardly studied for my first Print Media test-- maybe an hour tops, the night before the test-- and got an 87.5. Okay, I told myself, I need an A on the next test because I really need an A in the class. So for Friday's test, I studied hard, by my standards. At least two evenings were devoted to reading the textbook (which, if you know me, you know I almost never do) and recopying and studying my notes. And I got an 88. Which only further convinces me that there is no point in applying myself ever because study hard or not, it's all still mediocre.
Tomorrow's Stat test, on the other hand, I studied my ass off for-- because not only do I really need a good grade on it, but because of the fifteen or so people I know, maybe two of them passed. This is Intro to Statistics, people! It's not supposed to be hard! Freshmen take this class!
Raaa. I'm sick of schoolin'. Let's drop out.

Weighing In

I think that Bush winning the election is the second worst thing that could happen to the Republicans (the first, needless to say, being a Kerry win). Because we're angrier. And we will not let something like this happen again. We're now more prepared to fight than we ever were before. Pre-election, I had found myself getting all politicked-out, like I know many others were. I took an interest that extended no further than skimming the news articles on my Yahoo! homepage, and turned down numerous opportunities to canvass and campaign. I was feeling any interest I had in politics in general slipping away, replaced with a dull hope that we'd wake up Wednesday with a new president. Apathy was swiftly setting in. But then Tuesday happened, and as it rapidly began to look bad for the Kerry camp, I felt less and less indifferent and more and more pissed off. How could my fellow Americans do this to us? I felt betrayed, and Hell hath no fury like a liberal scorned. I feel now more than ever willing to contribute, to campaign, to make sure nothing like this happens in 2006, and especially not in 2008. Four more years sounds like hell to me and if I had the choice (and no, to those of you "If you don't like America so much, just get out!" people, it's not that easy) I'd be watching all this mess from across an ocean right now, but that's impossible and I'm here and while we're here we cannot just sit back and complain about how we wish the outcome had been different (although, believe me, I've been doing plenty of that and have no intention of stopping anytime soon); we have to fight.

"Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented." --Elie Wiesel (Allusion #176)

For a more coherent approach to things, written by somebody who isn't me, look here, here, and here.

Why Georgia?

It sure does make you feel patriotic to stand in a huge line, in the rain, next to a group of Good Ol' Boys with Confederate flag t-shirts on, in order to cast a vote that doesn't count anyway. Well, at least I'm done with it.

Ha.

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