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I'm so upset. I never write in this stupid thing anymore, and I only keep it because I have a few old friends that still post here. I just like to see what they're up to, even if we don't talk anymore. *coughMadeleineRyAnIvycough*

But I just want to vent. I've been without health insurance for 2 years now, as I can't afford it and I can't be covered under my mother's plan unless I'm in school at least part time. Well, I am finally back in school, after working my ass off to afford $1000 for two classes to give me part time status, and I'm now under Mom's plan until I'm 25.

I called them to see if they covered me getting a new pair of glasses or contacts (as mine are really old), and a mouth guard, as I have TMJ and grind my teeth every night. I've tried store bought ones, but while I'm asleep, they fall out of my mouth and it feels like I'm choking when they're in as they're so thick. A mouth guard costs $400 from a real dentist to have it fitted to my mouth.

But no. They don't cover any of that. And birth control has a $50 copay.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU COVER, BLUE CROSS? ANYTHING? ANYTHING AT ALL THAT COULD MAKE MY LIFE A LITTLE EASIER, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES?!

I'm just bawling my eyes out, because I've worked so hard to get where I am, and I thought I finally deserved health coverage. But no. I have it and it's useless to me at the moment. Unless I have a heart attack or get hit by a bus, I'm shit out of luck.

I really hope Obama reforms this system, because I know I'm not the only one feeling crushed and abandoned. I'm just so hurt.

Hahahahahahhahahaha

Oh wow! That Space Needle sure is impressive! Look how big it is!






NOT.




THE SPACE NEEDLE NEEDS TO BE TORN DOWN.

LONG LIVE THE BIG BLUE BUG!

My boyfriend believes that, in public schools, science classes should be optional and that theology courses should be offered and optional so as not to offend religious people. This is more specific to Darwinism coming into conflict with creationism.

Agree? Disagree?

What should be the criteria for subjects taught in high school?

OH NO! THAT'S RESERVED FOR THE MIGHTY BLUE APPLE.

A Macintosh rant I love but Hunter Cressell:

ANNOUNCEMENT!

Today is CHRISTMAS AT LASALLE!!!!!

2pm, Auditorium. DON'T MISS IT!

December 1977

Coeds in four-story Aquinas Hall, the largest women's dormitory at Rhode Island's Providence College, had stopped their late-night cramming for final exams to engage in a bit of holiday fun. Competing for a $100 prize for the most elaborately decorated dorm, students on the top floor of the 38-year-old building pasted gaily colored tissue paper and Christmas posters on the walls and hung crepe-paper streamers from the ceilings. One coed scrawled MERRY CHRISTMAS with spray snow on the windows; another adjusted a gooseneck desk lamp to shine on a cardboard nativity scene set up on three metal garbage cans in the corridor.

Shortly before 3 a.m., the festive decorations caught fire, turning the 120 ft.-long hallway into a tunnel of flames. Aroused by a shrill fire alarm, residents on the lower floors rushed down three stairways to safety. Some students on the fourth floor prudently stayed in their rooms, which were separated from the corridor by fire-resistant doors; they were plucked to safety by fire fighters on ladders. But others panicked, threw open their doors and plunged into the inferno in a desperate sprint for the stairs. Two oeds leaped to their deaths on the frozen ground 40 ft. below. Said one sobbing Providence student: "People were telling :hem not to jump. I guess they didn't hear." Fire fighters needed only 42 minutes to douse the blaze—but that was time enough for seven young women to die and 15 others to be injured. Five bodies were found huddled together in the corridor, less than 75 ft. from the nearest escape stairway.

Aquinas Hall had easily passed a city safety inspection last September. Further, investigators said there were no violations of the city's fire code, even though the dormitory is not equipped with sprinklers, outside fire escapes or smoke detectors in every room. Providence city regulations require all these to be installed in new buildings. But the rules exempt dormitories that were built before the code took effect last year.

The day after the fire, final exams were canceled, and students packed their bags to head for home. The Dominican priests who run the college made plans to attend the dead students' funerals and visit the families of those who were injured. Fire officials sifted the debris for clues to the cause of the blaze. The most likely suspect: the gooseneck lamp that had illuminated the cardboard crèche.

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Matt: oo did you hear about aquinas last night
Sidereus7: ooo no
Sidereus7: what happened?
Matt: we had a fire ALARM, not a drill
Matt: around 1 in the morning
Sidereus7: yikes, that's wicked scary
Matt: so we're all chilling outside
Matt: my RA goes up to check on things, make sure everyone is out
Matt: the alarm went off on my floor, third floor
Sidereus7: your RA is insane
Matt: the firefighters got here, they found the box that caused it, it wasn't pulled
Sidereus7: you shouldnt go back into a potentially burning building
Matt: just follow me
Matt: that's the first sign
Sidereus7: ok ok, im with you
Matt: the alarm that caused it was not pulled
Matt: it went off on it's own
Sidereus7: well that makes you sleep well at night
Matt: it gets better
Matt: our RA was knocking on the floor on the girls side to make sure people got out
Matt: and at one of the doors near the end of the hall before it cuts back toward meagher
Matt: he knocked
Matt: and he had a witness who is our hall director
Matt: he knocked, got no response, started walking, and heard a large knock BACK from inside
Sidereus7: that's creepy
Sidereus7: what the hell was it?
Matt: o it gets even better
Matt: this room is directly under the area on 4th floor where the fire was
Sidereus7: well, you mean where the alarm was tripped, right?
Matt: no
Matt: THE fire
Sidereus7: oh, the fire that happened years ago?
Matt: mmhmm
Matt: and yesterday, it was the anniversary
Sidereus7: that's fucking creepy as hell
Sidereus7: holy shit
Sidereus7: hahaha
Matt: the alarm box where it was, it is right over the MEMORIAL on aquinas
Sidereus7: oh my god
Sidereus7: Wow
Matt: and i swear to god, i asked a couple people about this and they agreed with me
Sidereus7: ghosts man
Matt: when we were going down the stairs to leave
Matt: we all got hit with an odor that could be described as sulfur next to burning papers
Matt: and a few claimed that a split second haze appeared in front of their eyes

And that happened last night, the night of the anniversary of the huge fire that hit Aquinas. That is some really really really creepy shit.

I hate when I jinx myself. Last night, I was telling Ryan how now that I have been sleeping next to Emmanuel, I don't like sleeping alone anymore. I used to love being alone in my bed, just thinking and staring at the ceiling. But now when I'm alone in the great big queen size bed, I feel vulnerable and lonely. I said it was a good thing, because when I have a nightmare, I can just snuggle over to Emmanuel and be ok.

So after Emmanuel left for work at 2am, I went back to sleep and had a nightmare. Of course. I don't remember too much of it now, except the part that made me wake up. He and I had won the lottery, but it was for "infinite dollars". We hadn't cashed the check yet, but we had just left a bar that we had just stopped in for a moment. I don't remember why. The cops were outside the place, searching people for some reason. While in the bar, some little boy came up to me and was asking me advice on how to win the lottery for his family. He brought his mom over, whom I hugged, and I wanted to hug the little boy too, but he was covered with sores on his chest and he wasn't wearing a shirt. The little boy kept saying, "I know she wants to hug me, but I just can't." He was probably about five, with a blonde bowl cut haircut. I couldn't make out his eyes, even though I was staring at his face pretty much the whole time.

After Emmanuel and I left the bar, I heard Emmanuel say, "There are three D's" and he was counting. I figured he meant three D's in his full name, to which I replied there was only one. Then I realized I had misheard him, and he meant that there were only three people. Three girls. At which point he pulled out a kitchen knife that he had taken from the bar, and he began stabbing the women in the back as they began to run away. He had this crazed look on his face, and he told me he just figured "Hey, why not? I thought I'd give it a shot!". I assumed he was going to steal from them for money, but why would he do that after he had won the lottery? I figured he had gotten too arrogant about having all the money from the lottery, and he figured he could do anything. I ran off, screaming, but nothing came out of my mouth. Then I woke up.

In summary: I have to stop watching my boyfriend play Gears of War where he chainsaws people in half.

Well, I have a 5 page paper to write, and I should get to work on that. I'm thirsty. I want to hug my boyfriend after the scary dream. =( He was missing and I had to turn on the lights, find my stuffed mooses and think of happy things. Like the fact that Emmanuel wouldn't gut random girls with a kitchen knife. *shudder*

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Yesterday was cool. I played DDR at Tilt with Ryan, Harry, and the boyfriend. We ran into Devin and a couple other people I recognized, and it felt good just to play again. My legs really hurt, but it was fun. I have no stamina anymore, and I couldn't even pass So Deep. I want to play more, but the pads really suck, so there isn't really a point of trying to perfect playing anymore. The closest pads in good condition are probably in Newport, but I don't even know that for sure. And that sucks.

Ok ok, definitely paper time now. Maybe I'll call Emmanuel first just to feel

Holy crap.

This thunderstorm is very very frightening. My mom is asleep, my boyfriend is on his way driving home, and the hail was slamming into my living room windows. The lightning was non-stop, illuminating the sky every 5 seconds or so. Thunder was cracking loudly and shaking the apartment. I actually sat in the middle of the living room for fear the hail was going to break a window.

I really want Emmanuel to get home safe. I hope he's driving nice and slow. I have candles in case the power goes out, and my mom's cellphone to contact Emmanuel. I'm watching the weather, and marveling at the purple storms on the Doppler radar. Fantastic.

This was a crazy and random storm.

Yesterday, Emmanuel and I's pet cockatiel decided to make a break for it. Using a door that was slightly ajar, he bolted out of the living and soared high into the sky.

When he gets hungry and tired, I bet the soaring won't have seemed so great. We miss him terribly =(

IF YOU FIND OUR COCKATIEL, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

=(

Gram´atica avanzada
Examen 3*
26 de noviembre de 2005
1. Revisa el texto (50 puntos)
Este ensayo contiene numerosos errores gramaticales1. Corr´ıjelo y explica cada cambio que realices.


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El verano antes de mi primer ano al univ´ersidad, hizo un viaje a Rusia con uns maestros y estud´ıantes de mi colegio. Nunca habia visitado a un pais extranjero y, en verdad, nunca habia sido en un ciudad mucho grande. Pudo aprender muy de viaje y de la gente.

La primer ciudad que visit´amos fue el capit´al, Moscu. Solamente alli por cinco dias, no estaba muy familiar con la ciudad. Todos me aparecia muy rapidos, concurridos, y atestados a mi de cualqu´ıer modo. las personas me aparecia distantes y animistosas, desemejante de mi pueblacita. El ultimo dia en Moscu, antes de salir por S. Petersburgo, todos de mis amigos decidio fuer por un calle nuevo. Vaya con ellos, pero dos amigas y mi no he compr´ado nuestros recuerdos todavia y queriamos revolver a las tiendas un tiempo mas. nbo queria ir con nos´otros nadie, por tanto decidio ir solas. nos desped´ımos de su amigos y empezamos por nosotr´as una bueno aventura grande.

Pudimos hallar las tiendas por segu´ır los torres coloridos y inmesos de la catdral magnificode San basil. Atras de comprar nuestras regalas, teniamos que devolv´er a el hotel before de que *Pod´eis trabajar en grupo, pero las respuestas deben ser individuales. Puede haber m´as de un error en la misma palabra.

salio el autbus por el ciudad proximo con tdodos de estudiantos. No estaba un problema por que antes de hallar un estacion de metro solo necesitamos tomarlo a la segundo parado a revolver el htel. Primera, cuando buc´ar la estation, emepzo a rainar. Estabam´os en la medio del ciudad sin unas paraguas siquiera una jacketa. Encantrabamos un estation. Estban mojadas, pero nos miraron o nos sonireon nadies. Sinplementes nos sentais para nuestra pasea corta; pero, desp´ues del segundo parado, no estuv´ımos a nbuestro lugar! que hacer? no comprendais lo ruso y las rusos no comprender nuestra ingles. Pasamos la metro para dos oras. Trabajarais a comunicar conn el gente con manos nuestros, unas picturas, y simbolos de coloras, pero no lo funcionar fuera. Finamente, unas personas sonrieron a nos. Habalron muy, ( otrataron de hablar) con nosotros. En verd´ad, muchos trataban de ayudarnos en nuestra situacion dific´ıl. Encontramos tan muchas personos amable! En dos ´oras todo tuvieron que despedir, pero nos siempre sonrieron y hicimos senales con sus manas.

A fin, decidioms salir el metro. fuim´os al calle y, con muy sorpresa, recocimos una edific´ıo que habe´ıs vistado. Corrian en al dentro y encontr´amos un muj´er que pudio hablar ingles. Dio a nos directions y dijio a nos habia tratado de usar el estatiomn incorecto. Fin llegamos a la hotel solamente un ora despues sal´ır por San petersburgo. Habiamos perdiod el c´ena, pero gracias a Di´os, tuvimos bastabnte de tiempo para paketear nuestros c´osas y duchar a nos. Tuvimos una experience esp´aqntodo, pero aprendia mucho. El gente de Moscu no estan muy difenetes que el gente de mi puebla. Los poden reir y hablar: YO simplement tuvi que salir mi pequ´ena pu´ebla que habia llegado conmigo y hac´er un esfuerzaz.

DEAR GOD THE HORROR. WHY GOD WHY?!?!?!

Por medio de la presente presento mi renuncia irrevocable a ser adulto.
He decidido aceptar la responsabilidad de tener 6 años nuevamente:

Quiero ir a McDonald's y pensar que es un restaurante 5 estrellas.
Quiero navegar barquitos de papel en un estanque y hacer anillos tirando piedras al agua.
Quiero pensar en que los dulces son mejores que el dinero, pues se pueden comer.

Quiero tener un receso y pintar con acuarelas.
Quiero salir cómodamente de mi casa sin preocuparme como luce mi
cabello.
Quiero tener alguien que me arregle y me planche la ropa.

Quiero regresar a mi casa a una comida casera y que alguien corte mi carne.
Quiero tomar largos baños y dormir 10 horas todas las noches.
Quiero abrazar a mis padres todos los días y enjuagar mis lagrimas en sus hombros.

Quiero regresar a los tiempos donde la vida era simple. Cuando todo lo que sabía eran colores, tablas de sumar y cuentos de hadas: y eso no me molestaba, porque no sabia que no sabia y no me preocupaba por no saber. Con todo lo que sabia era feliz, porque no sabia las cosas que preocupan y molestan.
Quiero pensar que el mundo es justo.

Que todas las personas son honestas y buenas.
Quiero pensar que todo es posible......!
En algún lugar de mi juventud maduré, y aprendí demasiado...(debo desaprender, para aprender).

Aprendí de armas nucleares, guerras, prejuicio, hambre y de niños abusados.
Aprendí sobre mentiras, matrimonios infelices, del sufrimiento, enfermedad, dolor y la muerte.
Aprendí de un mundo en el que saben como matar y lo hacen.

¿Qué pasó con el tiempo en que pensaba que todo el mundo viviría para siempre, porque no entendía el concepto de la muerte, excepto cuando perdí a mi mascota, cuando pensaba que lo peor que pasaba era que alguien me quitara mi pelota de jugar o me escogiera de último para ser su compañero de equipo.

Cuando no necesitaba gafas para leer.
Quiero alejarme de las complejidades de la vida y emocionarme nuevamente con las pequeñas cosas una vez mas.
Quiero regresar a los días en que la música era limpia y sana.

Recuerdo cuando era inocente y pensaba que todo el mundo era feliz
porque yo lo era.
Caminaría de nuevo en la playa pensando solo en la arena entre los
dedos de mis pies, sin preocuparme por la erosión y la contaminación.

Pasaría mis tardes subiendo árboles y montando en mi bicicleta hasta
llegar al parque, sin la preocupación de que me secuestren.
No me preocupaba por el tiempo, las deudas o de donde iba a sacar
dinero para arreglar el coche.
Solo pensaba en lo que iba a ser cuando fuera grande, sin la
preocupación de lograrlo o no.
Quiero vivir simple nuevamente.

No quiero que mis días sean de ordenadores que se estropean, de la montaña de papeles en mi escritorio, de noticias deprimentes, ni de como sobrevivir unos días más al mes cuando ya no queda dinero en la cuenta.
No quiero que mis días sean de facturas de médicos o medicinas.
No quiero que mis días sean de chismes, enfermedades y pérdida de
seres queridos.

Quiero creer en el poder de la sonrisa, del abrazo, del apretón de
manos, de la palabra dulce, de la verdad, de la justicia, de la paz, los
sueños, de la imaginación.

Quiero creer en la raza humana y quiero volver a dibujar muñecos en la arena...
¡Quiero volver a mis 6 años!

Espero que cada uno de nosotros pueda vivir un poco de ese niño que
llevamos dentro, y no nos dejemos arrastrar por la sociedad que nos rodea.

Si todos pensáramos y actuáramos un poquito como niños muchas cosas en el mundo podrían ser diferentes.

I would like to inform the people as my civic duty requires.

For those who haven't heard, Hurricane Wilma showed up yesterday as a Category 1. Meteorologists didn't expect it to get past Category 2 during it's lifetime. This is the last named hurricane of the season before we start using Greek letters.

I woke up this morning and it's a Category 5. Not just any Category 5, but the strongest ever recorded in the Atlantic Ocean. It's just about to fuck up Mexico, Belize, and Cuba, and then it's going to curve and hit Florida. The Florida Keys and the Everglades is where they're predicting it. They expect it to weaken, but not significantly.

I don't think the Everglades is going to take very well to a Category 4 or 5 Hurricane. But maybe that's just me.

I'm a scared panda. =(

Jon Stewart is amazing. This was a CNN broadcast from Crossfire back on October 15, 2004.

http://homepage.mac.com/duffyb/nobush/iMovieTheater231.html

Please watch it. Please. It is the funniest thing I've ever seen. For those of you who have already seen it, please relive the wonder and cherish it all over again.


STEWART: Now, this is theater. It's obvious. How old are you?

[CROSSTALK]

CARLSON: Thirty-five.

STEWART: And you wear a bow tie.

[LAUGHTER]

[APPLAUSE]

CARLSON: Yes, I do. I do.

STEWART: So this is...

CARLSON: I know. I know. I know. You're a...

STEWART: Now, listen, I'm not suggesting that you're not a smart guy, because those are not easy to tie.

(later)

CARLSON: You had John Kerry on your show and you sniff his throne and you're accusing us of partisan hackery?

STEWART: Absolutely.

CARLSON: You've got to be kidding me. He comes on and you...

[CROSSTALK]

STEWART: You're on CNN. The show that leads into me is puppets making crank phone calls.

[LAUGHTER]

STEWART: What is wrong with you?

LET THESE EXCERPTS INSPIRE YOU TO WATCH THE GLORIOUS WONDER.

THIS IS MY GIFT TO THE LIVEJOURNAL COMMUNITY.

JON STEWART.... HOLD ME TENDER.

~Sara~

Maravillado ante una bella y fragrante Rosa, con alegria impetuosa la tome y sus espinas se clavaron en mis manos. Di entonces un grito de dolor y desperto la Flor que dormia.

La Flor, viendose cautiva, con suavidad dijo:

<<¿De que te quejas amante de la belleza? ¿No fue solo tuya la eleccion de tenerme entre tus manos?>>

Translation:

Marvelled before a beautiful and fragrant Rose, with impetuous happiness I took her and the spines dug into my hands. I, then, gave out a scream of pain and woke the flower that had been sleeping.

The Flower, looking at her captively, with calmness said:

"What are you complaining about, lover of beauty? Was not it only your choice to have me between your hands?"


(Translation was provided by me. This is the original work of Emilio Rojas, and I claim nothing to it. My translation is most likely subject to error, but I think it's perfectly accurate. "Suavidad" is the only word I had trouble translation, because it means like "a certain coolness". But not necessarily arrogantly. The flower just said it calmly, as if she had been through this before. Anyways, hope you all liked it =p)

http://www.turnto10.com/news/5090171/detail.html

BRUSSELS, Belgium -- The popular cartoon characters the Smurfs are bombed in a new commercial by the United Nations Children's Fund.

In an effort to raise money and awareness for the agency's work in Africa, UNICEF is airing an advertisement in which some of the 1980s cartoon characters are killed.

The ad opens with the Smurfs dancing around a campfire. Then, bombs fall from the sky, killing dozens of the little blue people.

Finally, a baby Smurf, orphaned by the bombing, sits all alone. The words, "Don't let war destroy the children's world," appear over the screen.

Parents in Belgium, where the ad is airing, are upset, saying that children watching the commercial cannot understand its message. They are left scared and worried for the Smurfs.

UNICEF says it stands behind the spot, arguing that traditional images of suffering in third-world war zones have lost impact on television viewers.

The United Nations agency said the ad will only run after 9 p.m., when it hopes most children are in bed.

I don't want to go to college. THEY CAN'T MAKE ME!

Maybe they can. I just have such a horrible vision of college. My mom is going to drive me there, help me unpack all my things, and get me all set up so I don't have to worry about my room. And after a little while, she'll leave. And I'll be alone in college, with no friends. No one to talk to in person. No one who even knows my name for a good 100 miles. I'm going to be missing my boyfriend, wishing he were there to hug me and tell me everything is alright. I'll be missing home, my comfort zone. A fridge full of food, and a Mommy to hug me. Even just having my own room so I can cry when I want to or sing or prance about. I'm going to miss my bed.

Then I start crappy classes. Most of the stuff I have no interest in. I just have to work really hard to impress my teachers. Well written papers, and lots of studying time. I want to transfer, and I want to transfer bad. Anything to get me home quicker to my baby. I don't mind staying in Rhode Island. I do mind being away from Emmanuel.

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Aaron's home for a few weeks. Two more hours till I can call my boyfriend. Twenty three minutes till the Gilmore Girls. Two minutes till I get off my butt and get some breakfast.

Another morning of breakfast without my baby. Can't be that many more to go.

We can do this hun. We can do it.

~Sara~

Another day is here. Wondering what I will do with it. Sara has money, what ever will she do with it? Buy a pony? Explore the depths of the Mid-Atlantic? Maybe she'll just blow it on ice cream until the bleeding subsides, and then she'll have real reasons to be depressed.

Nah.

Today, Sara will shower. Then, she's going to get dressed. Then maybe she'll feel inspired to clean her room, but she probably won't. She'll get distracted by the Gilmore Girls at 11, as usual.

But today's master plan is to start sewing again. I've had this skirt I've wanted to start sewing forever. My 9 month anniversary is coming up in two weeks, and Emmanuel told me he has special plans. Something I need to dress up for. That's all I know, so I figure, if I finish making this kickass skirt and it comes out ok, then I'll have something nice to wear that he's never seen. That no one has ever seen. And when all the trendy, shallow chicks ask me where I bought such a magnificent piece, I will be able to scoff and say "haha, from the depths of my gorgeous imagination".

Or it might just come out really crappy, and I will use my ridiculous amount of money (aka, anything over 20 dollars) to buy me something poorly made, but really sexy. And I'll feel pretty either way, just one way will leave me with a sense of failure. But what does failure matter when you have sexy legs.

So that's the plan. Time to shower.

~Sara~

P.S. His kisses are a remedy.

Bach is a vicious Hearts player. He starts to hustle you in the beginning, but then he just rocks you, stuffing you with the Queen of Spades over and over.

I'm playing Hearts on my computer, and I named the computer players after composers. Mozart isn't very aggressive, but he keeps his points low. Tchiakovsky doesn't have very good strategy. And I already told you about Bach. Maybe if I named myself Beethoven, they'd all fear me a little more.

I am completely, crazily, and madly in love with Emmanuel. We just keep reaching amazing point after amazing point in our relationship. Completely trusting one another, and accepting that I need Emmanuel in my life as much as he needs me, and that we'll never leave one another. That when I go off to college, neither of us will forget one another, or find someone new. He's my baby. He always will be.

I got into the Thatcher house at UMass, so I'll be hitting up the Spanish language all the time. Judging from my roommate's last name, she sounds chinese, so I hope they put me on the right floor. Each floor speaks a different language, and if I got put on the Chinese floor, I'll just die. I won't talk to anyone, lol.

I don't know what I'm doing today. But I'm going to start by eating a yummy sandwich with cranberry juice. Mmmmm....

RAR!

RAR RAR RAR!

There has been a great big edit in my Buddy List on AIM. It went from over 200 to 30. Some of that is family, some of that is me. None of it is shallow people I dislike.

I'm not going to say anything. It's not worth it. Catherine is right that people only hear what they want to hear. And Emmanuel is right that people will do what they want to do. It's their lives, not mine. Knock yourselves out if you like.

I miss Lindsay. Where is she?

My boyfriend is still wonderful. An amazing constant in my life. We just keep working through the problems and create better memories. We worry about each other. I worry about him a lot, but I'm getting better at not worrying so much.

Tom Paquin, you still have to hang out with me. If everyone else in the world has decided to suck, I'm going to count on you to stay strong and not a loser. And god knows how many hugs you owe me, but I assure you it's a ridiculous number.

Oh yes, that reminds me. People need to stop spelling "ridiculous" wrong. There is no 'e' in ridiculous. You are not re-diculous. As if someone were diculous all over again.

Ani DiFranco hates people too I think. Her music is good "hate people" music.

"and i wonder who's gonna be president
tweedle dumb or tweedle dumber?
and who's gonna have the big
blockbuster box office
this summer
how 'bout we put up a wall
between the houses and the highway
and then you can go your way
and i can go my way"