Apparently, “if you don’t know who to vote for yet, you’re stupid” — and this country would be “better off without your vote anyway”. Can you believe that?
It bothers me that so many people fail to look at both sides of any given election objectively, without any preconceptions. I know; it’s difficult.
I’ll be the first to admit that I am not a very politically-savvy person. While I’m at it, I might as well confess that I didn’t realize how close we were to election day, and that I still hadn’t requested an absentee ballot as of October 26 (which was a Sunday, and the deadline for Pennsylvania to receive it was October 28). Driven by a moderate amount of guilt and an unexplained sense of duty, I mailed in my request on the morning of the 27th and said to the postal worker, “I need this delivered tomorrow.” It cost me $16.50, but I’d rather that than put up with everyone’s bitching and moaning: “This is your first election and you didn’t vote?!” “YOU DIDN’T VOTE? BUT WHAT IF MCCAIN WINS? IT’LL BE YOUR FAULT!” — Drum roll please… THAT’S THE LEAST OF MY WORRIES! but I digress.
I honestly don’t see what’s so awesome about either candidate. Change! Hope! A better economy! Whatever! Every political candidate follows the same format — talk, talk, talk. Hype, hype, talk, hype, talk. Haven’t you noticed? that all they’ve been doing is just that? Aren’t you the least be skeptical of how they plan on executing all those magnificent miracles they’ve been talking about? Just as you’re skeptical of the candidate you’re against, shouldn’t you be skeptical of the one that you’re for? Should I vote for Obama just to make everyone around me shut up?
Truthfully, I considered it. Then, I came across this:
“[W]e need somebody who’s got the heart, the empathy, to recognize what it’s like to be a young teenage mom. The empathy to understand what it’s like to be poor, or African-American, or gay, or disabled, or old. And that’s the criteria by which I’m going to be selecting my judges.”
That was Obama. On appointing justices.
Empathy? In the courtroom? In a federal courtroom? Sweetheart, I don’t think so. Don’t we have those things, uh, what are they called again… oh, right, LAWS? Whatever happened to laws? Whatever happened to Justice being blind? Whatever happened to interpreting the law impartially? Hello?
This election’s gonna be such a shit show. And you know, I might not even get my absentee ballot after all, so you’re right; you’re probably better off without my vote anyway.
…stick a pair of scissors through my eye sockets and cut up my brain.
…cut my own head off and play basketball with it.
…take a puppy by its tail, swing it over my headless body and launch it from the roof.
You get the idea. With every passing second, I feel like I’m wasting my time and money more and more. Really? A French Civilization class to complete my translation program? Really? I’m gonna have to take the second part of that class because the school sucks too much to have a wider range of French courses available? Really? You created a small, seemingly focused program that is ideally completed in one year but you don’t offer all the relevant classes in the same year? REALLY?
Am I overreacting or does everything here just suck? This is one of the things that I probably would be okay with if I had a lot of money and could afford to half-ass my life until I decided what I wanted to do with it, but that is not my present situation. I took out a private loan for this shit — a private loan on which I’m gonna have to pay a fuckload of interests.
Someone answer this question once and for all: why in the name of FUCKING CHRIST did I decide to come here?
I feel like an asshole for bitching about this every time someone asks me, “So, how’s school?”, but you know what? They fucking asked, and I’m gonna fucking answer.
Because my heart is set on procrastination right now, I thought I’d blog a list of things I like from Trader Joe’s.
-brown rice cakes
-pita chips (sea salt; parmesan, garlic & herb)
-sweet, savory & tart trail mix bars
-brown sugar and maple shredded bite size wheats
-salty, sweet & nutty trek mix
-butternut squash soup
-creamy vegetable medley bisque
-roasted red pepper and tomato soup
-that chocolate covered vanilla ice cream on a stick…thing
Ay, so much more. I also (used to) get my basics from there, like the whole wheat bread, butter, eggs, milk, yogurt… The TJ’s here are such bitches to get to, it’s fucking impossible. When I get back to Philly — especially during winter break — I’m gonna OD on Trader Joe’s before I come back.
After a long battle to get DSL service in our apartment, we’re finally connected! Signing up was a real BITCH, and once we got our self-installation kit and reached our activation date (Friday the 3rd), nothing worked. During a 57-minute phone call on Friday evening to Verizon tech support in India, an appointment with a technician was set up for today, sometime “by 7pm”.
The telephone wire to our apartment was cut, presumably after our landlord moved out. The technician called me at 3:15pm saying he’d be here shortly, and VOILA!
WE GOT INTERNET!
I’m so happy I don’t know where to begin. After gathering my thoughts, I checked my email, went on Facebook (that’s so sad, isn’t it?) and decided to blog about this. I’m thinking that while this is a joyous event, it’s probably not so good for productivity. Let’s see, what was I doing before the technician called?
Reading. I had just had lunch and done the dishes, and I was reading a little bit for pleasure before getting to work. Mom was here this weekend, so I have a lot of work to catch up on.
It’s been over an hour now, and I still haven’t done anything productive. I feel a cold coming on (my throat feels raw and my nose is not so good), so I think I’ll walk over to the Safeway nearby and get myself some cold medicine.
Mmmm, Internet. I love you.
I’m having a bad week. I’ve been having a bad time. I’m not sure when or how this actually started, but I’m not enjoying myself very much at the moment. Come to think of it, I’m not enjoying much at all right now.
I think this really rose to the surface yesterday after I walked past the scene of a tragic accident — yet again. This happened twice in exactly one month. So there are traffic-related accidents every day. I get it. It’s just that now, I’ve got the image of blood trickling down a dead man’s foot in my mind to go with the pool of blood on the sidewalk at 13th and Walnut.
It’s not enough that I envision myself getting decapitated or otherwise killed/slaughtered by the most trivial things (a tree, a rock, a flying piece of…thing) with every step I take (literally; I don’t walk/run down the stairs without seeing myself tumble down and knock all of my teeth out, or start crossing the street without seeing a speeding car take my leg away).
And as I typed that last sentence, the fire alarm in the building went off, making me go from one cold place to another (outside).
I don’t know if that makes me morbid or just very much aware of my own mortality. In the meantime, I might lose my hands to frostbite if I keep typing.
I think I’m starting to PMS, too. Great timing indeed.