If you eat my ice cream I'll rip your arms off

So, I'm trying to sell my desk so I'm using this page temporarily to post a picture of said desk (or a similar one) and then link to Craiglist's. That's why the above photo is on my blog. Fascinating. If you want to buy it (or just get it the hell out of my room) then do so. NOTE: Real desk is black.

Rabblerabblerabble

I got a new mattress! I got a new mattress! I got a new mattress! Hey hey! Hey hey!

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This weekend I went to the anti-war march in D.C. To be honest, my housemates and I were drawn in by the prospect of seeing Cindy Sheehan, Jesse Jackson, and Joan Baez and were further encouraged by the promise of some good tunes. It also seemed like a good people watching opportunity. However, it soon became more than that for me. I'm not even sure that I can express it in words. I just felt like crying...both happy and sad tears, the whole day.

I'm usually shackled by my sense of science. I like to see all sides of the story and have the options weighed thoroughly before commiting to anything (even small things) so I was inspired by all the passionate people. So many came to stand up for what they believe in. The posters, costumes, chanting, singing, and drumming, were signs of their effort. And the crowd definitely wasn't one dimensional. There were young and old, families, church groups, lesbian moms, labor unions, university students, veterans, and of course, throwbacks to the hippie days of old. I ran into people I knew from college, and in a scary moment, a picture of my high school teacher who died in Iraq. I was even inches away from Cindy and Jesse.



I got angry at the people on both ends who represented their causes poorly. "You suck" as chanted by one pro-war demonstrator is hardly a valid argument.

I was very impressed with the police presence, the respect shown to them, and their respect for the protestors.

However, despite it all, my favorite chant was still, "What do we want? Ice cream! Butter pecan? Butter pecan! Sounds good? Yumyum! Rabblerabblerabblerabble." And my favorite sign was an anti-protest reading "Hippies smell. Go home hippies...and take a shower."

I feel that I didn't do any justice to my feelings here.

Dance!

I'm getting a new bed on Monday! I'm getting a new bed! Hey, Hey! I'm getting a new bed on Monday! I'm getting a new bed! Hey, Hey! I'm getting a new bed on Monday! I'm getting a new bed! Hey, Hey! Monday! Monday! new bed! new bed! I'm getting a new bed on Monday! I'm getting a new bed! I'm getting a new bed on Monday! I'm getting a new bed! Hey, Hey! NEW BED!

(And a raindance for Meg...and the people in Wisconsin)

So says the queen of Non-sequiter

I've had several ideas for this blog post. Unfortunately I didn't write any of them down.

Idea #1

Top 5 Songs That I will Never Get Tired Of:
1.This Side - Nickel Creek
2.Mad World - Michael Andrews
3.Bad Day- Daniel Powter
4.Somebody to Love - Queen
5.Winding Road - Bonnie Sommerville

Idea #2

Anti-Social Advice(?):

You are not your job. You are not how much money you have in the bank. Not the car you drive. Not the contents of your wallet. You're not your khakis. We are the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world.
Self-improvement is masturbation. Self-destruction is the answer.
You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you, he never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We don't need him. Our fathers were our models for God. If our father's bailed, what does that say about God?
You have to know that someday, you are going to die. Until you know that, you are useless. It's only after we lost everything that we are free to do anything.
The people you're after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your phones, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not mess with us.
We've all been raised by television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars -- but we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed-off. ~~~Fight Club

Idea #3

Funny things that have been said by/to me recently.
1. Say loopy! It's fun! Give it lots of tongue action.
2. He's a boob. You need a masectomy.

Idea #4

Another conversation between me and my blog:

Blog. I have something I need to tell you.

Is it about my shoes?

Um no. Nice though.

Wanna interface?

Not that nice. Um...blog?

Yes?

I've been...I've been....I've been cheating on you.

*gasp*

I'm sorry but...

It's his shoes isn't it? They're nicer than mine. Who is he that dare defile my Lenni? Who tries to get into her shoes?

It's not his shoes! It's my journal. He's just so much more secretive. I feel I can tell him anything. I...I love him!

I don't know how we can go on....

You could give me those cute pumps I guess.

Idea #5

Don't post for today.

I HATE EXTREMISTS WITH A PASSION THAT DEFIES REASON!

ha. that was sposed to be ironical.

Liberal rant:
I was actually in an anti-liberal mood this morning. How are Democrats supposed to get anything done if all we do is try to thwart the Reuplicans? Why aren't there ever two sides to every story? What's with the Democrat-Republican double standard? If a Democrat does something it must be for the good of the common man, to uphold the values of the Constitution. If a Republican does the same thing, then it's just another way of perpetrating their evil plan, pulling the wool over the eyes of the ignored and rightless downtrodden. What ever happened to moderates? Do they exist anymore?

In college, we were once surveyed about our ideological leanings. We had to classify ourselves as conservative, moderate, or liberal. Out of the thirty people in my PoliSci class, I was the only self-defined liberal. Most everyone else was a moderate. "Moderate." Those kids were the cutest little liberal fuzzbunnies I ever saw.

I am a Democrat. I am loosely affiliated with MoveOn.org. I sign petitions, protest, and watch Michael Moore. But I might have to stop admitting to that if I don't want to be dismissed as a loony liberal.

I heart moderates!
Or even just level-headed people who are willing to investigate all sides of the issue and every once in a while vote against party lines. Why can't they take over the world. Oh right. no platform.

Conservative rant:
Today I came back from lunch and was met with some very unfriendly protestors. I happen to work in the same building as a Planned Parenthood. As such, I was lambasted as a "baby-killer." In general, my work consists of editing scientific texts, no baby killing there. The protesters went to far as to inform my African-American companion that mostly Black and Hispanic babies are killed. As if there's some sort of racial profiling inherent in abortion. As if that fact would incense my friend to take action.

Do they think that yelling and insulting me will make me feel partial to their cause? Threatening the apocalypse and telling me I'm a bad person doesn't make me very sympathetic.

I'm Catholic. I'm pro-life. But I might not want to admit that either. A liberal might think I'm a crazy Conservative.


and yes i know that ironical is not a a word.

Hail to the chief

Bush takes a potty break. He's the executive in chief, the leader of the free world, the commander of our armed forces and he needs to ask permission? And may need?

I would have posted the picture directly but I don't want Reuters to come and lay the smack down.

Does this mean I have to shave my legs?

Hello blog.

Hello Lenni.

How are you?

Top notch. And you?

Um. good. Well...

Nice shoes. Wanna interface?