- Working in Chartreuse -

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Lab Grade... The Reality

It sucked this morning. Sucked ASS!!! I shall repeat for you incredulous folk: THE LAB FINAL SUCKED MORE ASS THAN I CARE TO THINK ABOUT!!!! I wish to beg pardon to the easily offended for my rather... *unladylike* use of language. However, I shall explain the reasoning behind the above assertion. First, it sucked because what was on the exam wasn't wholly covered by the review. Second, it sucked because I didn't study the book and review as much as I should have, thereby worsening the first reason. Third, it sucked because I was doubtful on about 15 to 20 out of 100 questions, thereby reducing my chances at getting an A by a significant percentage. There were more reasons why a final exam in a lab in geology sucked, but those three are by far the greatest.

However, a good thing happened today: I met a boy. :-D

Does inventing conversations in your head with a British man count as insanity?

Well... does it? I know it sounds insane, but ever since the dream I had last night, I've been having invented conversations with an imaginary British man. Is this the imaginary friend I tried to invent as a child coming back to haunt me a mere 4 days into my adulthood? I want to know if I'm a freak of nature or something (well, I know the first part's true, but am I more freaky than I thought I was?) so that I can do "normal" activities to counteract the "abnormal" ones I tend to do. Like yoga. That's normal, right?

Monday, November 29, 2004

Ladies and Gentlemen, the "po-po" Has Hit The Fan!!!!

It's 10:00 p.m. I have a final exam in my Geo lab tomorrow in 10 hours. I have yet to read quite a bit of "Riverdance" material before 3:30 p.m. tomorrow. At 7 today, I saw "The Matchmaker" for class, and right now I'm writing a response on the forum. When I'm done with that I have to memorize topographical features and hydrogeology. However, this is THE LAST WEEK OF CLASSES!!!!! Other Good Things:
1. Laura is back! (She's one of the coolest people I know)
2. No more Geology Labs as of 10 am tomorrow
3. I found out about a great band I didn't know existed from Irvine's sister, Sarah (it's Dispatch)
4. There is a spiffy bus route to the Hill Country Weavers
5. My Archaeology professor continued his completely SUBJECTIVE analysis of the Aztec and Spanish and their interaction (which is much more than I can say of many more OBJECTIVE professors of Anthropology/Sociology/etc.)
6. I saw Voldie wearing nylon "swooshy" pants that look like this except in black, and they even had the little stretchy cuff at the bottom. Also, I heard him muttering to himself in his nasally voice.
7. CHOCOLATE TIRAMISU!!!!!!!

Now I should go back to frying my brain with completely unnecessary (to an English Major) information. And I smell something burning... I hope it's not something serious, like hair.


Sunday, November 28, 2004

Adventure Today, Too Tired To Tell:

Read the title... it says it all. I'm tired, I don't want to take a Geology final on Tuesday, nor do I want to take two exams on Friday. I have also made a resolve to eat healthier (be quiet Irvine ;-P) so that I don't get all fat andunhealthy and stuff. I also am thinking of getting a job at the Alpine Bagel Cafe next semester, although I don't quite know how I'm going to manage that with 5 classes. We'll see. For now, I have to do a ton of reading (which I didn't do over break), a ton of studying (which I didn't do over break), and a ton of yarn shopping (which was impossible to do over break). I just hope that I get through this week without screwing myself over too badly. Oh, and I have a picture of myself looking quite hippy-with-an-I-don't-care-what-I-look-like face. And boy, do I look like I just walked out of the victim's aisle. G'night.

Friday, November 26, 2004

Thanksgiving:

Well, yesterday was Thanksgiving, and I swear I spent at least 6 hours on my feet cooking. The menu was as follows:

1. Smoked Turkey infused with celery
2. Sausage stuffing with cornbread and pecans
3. Orange cranberry sauce
4. Mashed potatoes with green onions and cilantro
5. Baked sweet potatoes
6. Homemade pumpkin pie with whipped cream
7. Chocolate Tiramisu
8. Orange Cranberry Cocktails (non-alcoholic)
9. Spinach Artichoke Dip
10. Fried garlic shrimp

All this was from scratch, except that we didn't smoke the turkey. And I made everything except numbers 1 and 10. I hope you guys had an excellent Thanksgiving, and LOVE THE LEFTOVERS!!!!

Things I can legally do now that I'm 18:

1. Buy cigarettes
2. Open an E-bay account
3. Buy porn and go to strip clubs
4. Buy my own house
5. Have a credit card
6. I no longer legally need parental consent on University permission forms
7. Leave my parents
8. Drink alcohol in every European and Central/South American country, but not the US
9. Vote (I'm 2 weeks too late, aren't I?)
10. Learn to drive in Spain

So yea, now that I'm 18, how will YOU help me celebrate? (FYI: #'s 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10 don't interest me)

Monday, November 22, 2004

Aztec & Spanish = Equally Brutal

THANK GOD FOR MY ARCHAEOLOGY PROFESSOR!!!! I'm absolutely loving him right now! He is presenting an UNBIASED approach to Aztec history and the Spanish Conquest. When I read the book "The True History of Chocolate," those authors would have one believe that the Aztec were these poor little helpless creatures, or ones who suffered the mighty wrath of the "brutal, ethnocentric, genocidal, gold-hungry" Spanish. (I complained about that bias in my book review). However, my professor is not masking any of the truth with his own prejudices (even though many sociologists and anthropologists might, because it's very fashionable to hate the Spanish now). As a Spaniard myself (or at the very least, the daughter of one), I find it offensive when people present the Spanish as these brutal people, and the Aztec as these "noble savages" who never would've harmed a fly. I admit, the Spanish were brutal conquerors. So were the Aztec. The Aztec were hated by everybody they had conquered. The Spanish burned valuable historical books that would have told us about Aztec life. So did the Aztec. The Aztec burned any records of history and religion that any nation they conquered had. The Aztec believed that by burning their records, they would erase history, and therefore made sure to record much of their records in stone, so it wouldn't be erased. Do you sense a pattern here? The Spanish decimated the Aztec people within the course of a few days. How? Smallpox. The Aztec decimated over 20,000 people each year. How? Mass human sacrifice to appease the gods. The Spanish brought devastating diseases that the natives had absolutely no immunity against. So did the Aztec. They had syphillis. Granted, you weren't granted a painful but swift death as in smallpox, you were granted a slow, torturous death. There is much brutality on both sides of the ocean. I want to thank my Archaeology professor for not villifying the Spanish or the Aztec, but revealing history for what it was and is: humans destroy one another whenever possible if it will serve their interests. It's a gruesome history, but I'd much rather have the truth than idealistic wishes. I may wish the Spanish Conquistadores to be a kind, gentle, tolerant group of men, to glorify my own heritage, but they weren't. I may wish the Aztec to be a group of pacifistic, noble, utterly uncorrupted group of natives to exalt and glorify, because I want to be a good person and hate anyone who destroyed such innocence, but they absolutely were not. History is brutal, gruesome, and terrible. Often, it's embarassing. However, we should not adapt it to suit our own interests. The bloody truth should be told when something terrible and devastating happens, as well as the amazing truth when someone does something phenomenally great and noble. I hate it when everything gets politicized. Kindness and goodness does not have to equate with political correctness.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

Finding Neverland

I saw Finding Neverland today with Irvine. It really was a phenomenal movie. The acting, cinematography, music, and costumes were all fantastic. It basically was the chronicling of J.M. Barrie's writing of Peter Pan, his inspirations and life at that point. I loved it. It was absolutely superb. Johnny Depp was amazing, so was Kate Winslet, and so were all the little children actors. If you haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend you do so.

Blogger was giving me quite a bit of trouble earlier today. It wouldn't allow me to post. I'm glad they fixed it though.

5 days till my birthday!!!!!!!

So what do you have to say about that?

I guess I have been posting quite a bit about knitting recently. However, it is explainable/understandable. It is my obsession. Perhaps it will wane as yarn prices soar beyond my reach, or as projects lose their novelty. However, I doubt that. And plus, there are many more fiber-art related activities to keep me pumped. I'm excited, what can I say? However, I have actually created a blog specifically about my knitting. That way you can pick your poison.

Well, I was thinking. (Oh, Annemarie, you THINK? What a novel idea! How ever did you get involved in such an activity?) I was thinking that no matter where you go, there can never be anything as true silence. You know why? Because no matter where you go, your heart beats (which makes noise), you breathe (which makes noise, even if you yourself can't hear it), and your stomach makes noises too (that series of noises is what led me to think about this in the first place... I think I have indigestion from spicy food). It's the tree-in-the forest dilemma: if no one's around to hear it, does it make noise? My question is: If no one's around (to breathe, have their heart beat, or stomach gurgle), can there possibly exist such a thing as complete silence?

Saturday, November 20, 2004

Torture at Its Finest

Borrowing from the ever-hilarious Stitchy McYarnpants, here are elements of torture the knitter can use to make her significant other/children comply with her wishes. "If you don't do _____ I'll make you wear THIS!" Men, I advise not to anger any knitting girlfriends/wives. However, I advise you to marry them, because they can produce really nice, masculine, stuff that'll keep you warm like scarves, socks, and sweaters!


Granny Afghan in a Sweater. She did it. Look at her sickeningly sweet look that hides vile malice underneath. Like the bunny of doom. Fluffy on the outside, psycho on the inside. But this sweater.... It's just psycho on all sides!


Double Double yuck and trouble! His and Hers. Wrong in so many ways. Especially the matching shorts.


Return of the Yeti. Wrong. Now you see why wrong things don't deserve to stay knit?


Heinous. No matter what "changes" you make to the guys' sweater. That's what it will always be.


Like father, Like son. Does that mean the son's going to grow up and be the guy in the Gay Pride parade wearing rollerskates, a batman cape, and a sequined jock strap? And nothing else?


The Cream of the Crop. Wanna look like a pack of Skittles? I bet that guy is tasting the rainbow... him and his terrible tan.

Yarn-searching adventures

Today began at noon when I woke up. It was raining heavily and I was happy. Around 3, Aisa called me (I went to high school with her, and she's interested in UT). We met up and then went out to lunch at Slices and Ices on the Drag. Afterwards, I went to Barnes and Noble and bought "Stitch 'n Bitch Nation" because I really liked the first one. Then I decided that I wanted to pursue and find the Yarn Store that is in Austin and close to campus (or so I thought). Here is the map that Mapquest gave me. The lavender color is the UT campus. I figure: walking distance. So I go, walk down, and realize that they gave me the address to 1701 NORTH Congress street. Ok, no problem, it's probably on the other side of the Capitol. I walk to the other side, and the numbers get smaller, but not at a very good rate. I call 411 to ask when they close, and how exactly to get to the place from 7th street. The lady tells me they close at 6, and that they're located on SOUTH Congress, which is on the other side of the river. I have about 15 mins till the store closes, so I hail a cab, who gets a little antsy that we're going to be going to the OTHER side of the river. But he does it. We get there, and I realize... hmm... this is NOT walking distance... something like 4 or 5 miles. The cabby leaves, taking with him my remaining cash, and I go into the Yarn Store. I am happy, I am complete. They don't have "Limeade:" the color I wanted, but they have a really nice regular green and a funky little turquoise called "Aztec Blue." I like. It was an experience on the level of losing my fiber and yarn virginity. No acrylic Red Heart yarn to scratch its way into my sanity... just beautiful wool, mohair, alpaca and soft soft SOFT angora. I try to take it all in, thinking of possibilities of getting money to BUY THE LOT!!!!! It was all so beautiful! I make my purchase of 3 wool/mohair blend skeins for the scarf and hat I've been planning. I leave the store and realize there's no way I'm going to get home, in the rain, in the dark, and 5 miles of walking in downtown Austin. It's a nice downtown, but it's a LOOOONG way away from campus, and there are seedy individuals lurking about (which is why I hardly ever ride the city buses apart from the one to the airport). So I call Irvine. I am on the verge of tears, and I ask him if he could please, possibly pull me out of my predicament. It takes him about 12 minutes of mucking around on Mapquest to figure out that you have to put the address in as 1701 Congress Ave South, not 1701 S. Congress. Even Yahoo couldn't figure it out. But he and John rescued me! I LOVE THEM AND THEIR CHIVALRY! After many thanks and promises of cheesecake on my part, John dropped Irvine and I off at Dobie where we had a great Japanese dinner. After that, he walked me back to my dorm (chivalry at it's best, see?) and I passed along my copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Here I sit, reading my newly acquired copies of Martha Stewart Living, Interweave Knits, Vogue Knitting and wondering, "WHY THE HELL HAVEN'T I DISCOVERED REAL FIBER?" So it's like sex: once you start you can't stop. Hahaha :) I guess it didn't take me too long to become a real yarn snob, yeah?

On another note, Check out this pasttime. I hate peeps.

Fetal Voldemort

Today I was able to give Laura her birthday card with Voldemort on it. Now you too may enjoy him in his full-frontal fetal glory.

Here he is:

Out of 14 Weekends I've been at College.....

I have only been home 2 of those weekends. Carol has been gone 13 (I counted). This, my friends, is her FIRST weekend here in Austin. Which is a shock, considering her mom has this obsessive compulsive need for her to be in Poteet (home of the Strawberry Festival) every weekend. But don't get me wrong, I'm very very happy. Really I am. I really hate being alone on the weekends. It makes me commit a cardinal sin amongst those under 25, or hell, amongst anyone who has to work: I long for WEEKDAYS. Or at least for friends.

Another thing I'm happy about: It's been pouring rain all morning :) I love rain. Rain makes me happy.

Friday, November 19, 2004

I Need You Like Ben Affleck Needs Acting School

Pearl Harbor sucked, and I miss you!!! For those of you who haven't seen Team America, this is an incredible song. In a crude, tacky, non-pretentious way.

Anyway, I frogged my white and red scarf that I knit a few weeks ago. It was just pissing me off how one side was about an inch and a half wider than the other side. That's just wrong. Wrong things don't deserve to stay knit. So I'm going to re-work it and hopefully come up with an *even* scarf this time around.

The next project on my list after the two scarves--Mitch's and the Candy Stripe scarf--is this beauty. There's even a dealer in Austin for the kind of yarn that the designer used in this hat(I want M120 - Limeade)! I also want to make a "ribbed for her pleasure" scarf (I'm not kidding, that's what it's called) in lime green, or rather, a vibrant shade of chartreuse. I may do the hat in magenta just to up the contrast a wee bit, or maybe in a pretty navy blue color. I'll have to see what the Local Yarn Store (LYS) has to offer.

I'm so excited about spending a year abroad in about a year and a half. It's just so exciting. I actually may do something weird and spend 1 semester in England and another semester in New Zealand. Although the plane trip would be a living nightmare, I would have access to beautiful scenery, Lord of the Rings memorabilia and sets, and above all, sheep and WOOL WOOL WOOL!!!! And what does wool mean? Yarn for moi (which means knits, knits, knits), and beautiful Lord of the Rings cloaks. That's enough to make me move to a place where there are more sheep than humans. A 1 to 6 ratio, I believe, with the sheep having the advantage in case of an uprising of those docile ovines.

But in the meantime, I need to work on my project for "The Luck of the Irish" and glean some sort of meaning from the sheer kitsch and tackiness that...thing...exuded.

What am I doing awake at this ungodly hour?

I've been knitting Mitch's Gryffindor scarf, watching "Oliver's Twist," and listening to the top 25 songs I've played on iTunes.


Mitch's Gryffindor Scarf.... about halfway done

Things I've Decided About my Blog:
1. I will try to post at least once a day
2. Entries won't be mind-numbingly long
3. I'll link to words and things people might not necessarily recognize or know
4. I'll post pictures to show something I'm knitting, or to illustrate a point
5. I will learn how to work with things like linking to other people's sites in frames, but that will take time
6. It's my blog, so my poetry, my pictures, my thoughts, my crap gets put up here, and if you're offended, tell me so I can either defend my opinion or change it.

The Future

(I wrote this on the 15th, and after a little editing, decided to post. I read someone's blog and then twisted the stuff she said to fit my own life and stuff. A lot is fiction, some is fact. It is NOT directed at any particular person, mind you.)

Tell me then, what you expected
That I wouldn’t fall in love with you?
That the romance you tried so hard
To resist finally got you in the end?
Yet you didn’t think it seemly for me to love you as I did
Because I wasn’t athletic or anything
And although we shared the same passion for Tolkien
That couldn’t forgive what you thought to be my excessive hyperactivity
Which in psychology is attributed to nervousness
And social anxiety
But if I told you that, you’d laugh
Or think I needed Prozac
Or find me petty because you’d think I told you only for attention
There’s nothing like being misunderstood, is there?
After I gave up on you and found love somewhere else,
All of a sudden you find me attractive?
All of a sudden I’m the only girl for you and you want me baby?

But wasn’t it you who gave me blank stares when I told you I knit,
And philosophized, and wanted to live all around the world?
“Sounds to me that you won’t have much romance, living everywhere,” you said
Meaning that you wouldn’t want to be the one with me
Because your ambitions included filling your dad’s position
As CEO of god knows what corporation
But they excluded me
And I could’ve dealt with that, really I could’ve
But you didn’t love me until you couldn’t have me

And now I’ll get on my flight to Dublin or Rome or Moscow
Or Prague or Berlin or Paris or London or Warsaw or Madrid
And you can go and find a girl
who’ll be bored with you as soon as you talk politics
And you won’t be able to talk about elves or hobbits
because she won’t get it... she never did
With her Greek letters and blond hair
and Barbie plastic breasts and platform sandals
Because the girl in high school
who never looked twice at you is now your wife
And the girl who followed you to college
and never ceased to look at youis on the other side of the world
Trying to console a broken heart with Swiss chocolate
and English accents and Irish music
But all the while
She never stopped loving you.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Excuses, excuses....

Sorry about the absolute bursts of posts over the span of a single day. I ran out of bandwidth, so when I thought of somehting to post, I just wrote it down with the time I wrote it in Notepad. Now I copy and paste into the blog once bandwidth is back! I also want to apologize for the length of some of the posts. I realize you probably won't want to read them all if they're that long. I just felt like being verbose and giving you stuff to read to make up for my lack of posts when I run out of bandwidth.

On another note, I have discovered that cocktail shrimp taste very good with picante salsa. I went down to Cypress Bend (the convenience store in the dorm) to buy cocktail sauce, (not really expecting them to have any, mind you) and I see they have three types of mustard, two types of mayonnaise, honey, two brands of soy sauce and more. No cocktail sauce. I ask the one of the guys who work there if they happened to have any. He gives me a funny look then asks me if I have shrimp. Of course I have shrimp! Why else would I need cocktail sauce?

So now that previously frozen cocktail shrimp taste rubbery, even with the picante salsa, I have resorted to those two solidly nutritious foodstuffs that every college kid can’t live without: Goldfish crackers and cookies. I would eat Ramen but I’m sick of it. Very sick of it. I want tacos from home is what I want, and homemade soups and lentils and burgers and yummy mommy food that is so profoundly lacking here at college. I can only take so much macaroni and cheese. Hmph.
I went to Dead Poets Society last night, and although it was supposed to end at 9, four of us just wound up sitting and talking for another two and a half hours. It was so cool. The other three people were smoking, and although I don’t smoke, I like the smell of cigarette smoke, especially at night and in the rain. But it wasn’t raining last night.

<>Today I was able to ask Voldie for a picture. Despite his oily viciousness, he seems like someone who’s NICE. Not necessarily loveable, but worthy of being nice to. Well, I got his picture, and I made Laura a birthday card out of it. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURA!!! I called her today to wish her Happy Birthday, found out that everything looks like it will be ok for her at home, and she teased me when I told her that I felt bad about Voldie. She thinks I’m going to get a crush on him… that SO is not going to happen! I’m not evil, but I’m not stupid either. Voldie probably thinks I’m a stalker, though, because I tried to “sneakily” take pictures of him today, as in, casually turning around in lecture to see if he was looking up so I could get his face rather than the side of it. Price, the girl who sits to the other side of me, was looking at me like I was a freak, same with the seat stealer. She asked me why I needed a picture of Voldemort. So I told her. But anyway, I got up the courage to ask him for a picture for a “photo project.” It wasn’t a lie, it was the truth. There IS a project going to come out of that! J I promise. Once I give Laura the birthday card, I’ll post the picture online so you can see him in his glory. I just can’t get over the fact that he seems so… not evil. I’ll trust Laura’s judgment on it though… hehehe

The Year We Moved to Texas

(I wrote this after coming back from DPS)

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul…
Yea, Revere.
That guy
The one who ran halfway across the country in a single night
Only to shake innocent people out of their pleasant sleep
And frighten them into abandoned fear
By screaming out
“The British are coming! The British are coming!”
But not telling them what to do once the British came
And these little old men and their little old wives
Would peer out of their windows by candlelight
As Mr. Revere rode by, his mouth clearly in the middle of
Saying something important <>

At least that’s how the textbooks showed it to us
Nice, evenly spaced print
And that famous canvas by god-knows-who
That has been in every single history textbook to talk about the man

That was my fifth grade year
Mrs. Luciani was my teacher, for social studies at least
And I remember because my fourth grade brain
Couldn’t wrap around the fact that while some kids were being taught science by Mr. Creazzo
I would be taught social studies by Mrs. Luciani
Because last year the stupid, poor kids from downtown went with Mrs. Keifer to learn math, while the exceedingly bright, rich, white kids from College hill
Would be taught better math by Mrs. Wolbach
Math and Math
Not Science and Social Studies
And all my friends weren’t in my class that year <>

And that was the year I learned
That there are more permutations in an equation that involves friendship
Than in any other
That was the first year I said “fuck”
Not because I’d slammed the door on my hand or anything
But because it was written in my science textbook
“Fuck You” it said in fifth-grade scratchy pencil
And I was telling it in all my ten-year-old pride to my friend Karen and her friend Ashley
Who had said fuck a hundred times before and I knew it <>

That was the year I learned what being an organ donor meant
When Mrs. Luciani told us that she was an organ donor, and we should be too
And an organ donor is someone that gives away their intestines and stuff
when someone else needs them
I thought it meant that they killed you
to give your liver or kidneys to somebody who got into a motorcycle accident
And I couldn’t get around the injustice of it all
Why would they kill us, who don’t have anything wrong, to save people who are closer to death?
That was the first time I didn’t God
And that was the first time I realized that they don’t kill you to take your organs
They take ‘em only when you’re dead. <>

That was the year I was a safety patrol officer, helping kids cross the street with my orange flag
And weird reflective plastic badge belt thing
That was the year that I got mad at anyone for voting for Bob Dole instead of Bill Clinton
That was the year I thought Bob Dole might not be so bad, if Jack Kemp, his vice president, gave everybody Starter Jackets because he was a football player
and knew about those sorts of important things
I never got one

That was the year I got killer rollerblades that I only used once
That was the year I called in to Nickelodeon to pledge fifteen hours of community service
But I had no idea what that meant
I never did a single one

That was the year I learned Santa Clause isn’t real
Because I found the Power Rangers action figure my brother really wanted
Stuffed behind my mom’s shoes in her closet
And when he got it on Christmas day
I knew Santa couldn’t have done it
Although the tag said he did
And that was the year my sister said she heard reindeer hooves on the attic roof
And that was the year I questioned my own judgment

That was the year I learned who the Cranberries were
And though I thought Karen’s brother was a freak for liking them so much more than the Beatles
Although I thought the colors on their posters were pretty cool
That was the year I learned to say the alphabet as an entire word
That was the year I learned how to fold a hundred tissues if you’re sick
By pulling them out one by one from the box

That was the year we moved to Texas instead of Massachusetts
Because people spoke Spanish there, and Mommy would like it
Plus we would have a bigger house and pay less for it than in Massachusetts
Although all my friends, namely Heather and Nicola, told me I should get as far away from Texas as I could
Because Nikki Lamb was from Houston
And Nikki Lamb was a jerk
I didn’t even know where Texas was

That was the year Heidi Gunderlocks stopped being my friend
Because she preferred Ashley and Karen better
Not the hundred-time fuck Ashley, but the richer, prettier one that I had played American Girl dolls with the two previous years
And Karen, who had been my friend since Parson’s street
Since pre-school
She found better company than the likes of me

That was the year I shaved only one of my legs
I didn’t shave the other out of embarrassment
That was the year I stopped having bangs
And I parted them and haven’t been able to un-part them since
That was the year I began to take showers instead of baths
That was the year I stopped liking pink
That was the year I got to stay up till midnight on New Years

That was the year I realized Paul Revere was right
The only way people would notice you was if you were loud and obnoxious
And woke them up at night like the godless, peace-hating heathen you were
That was the year I realized I would get to travel through more states in five days
Than I ever had in my life

That was the year we moved to Texas

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

125 Things About Me

1. I love food
2. I love tea
3. I love making both
4. I love knitting
5. I taught myself to knit from a book and the Internet
6. I want to learn to sew and crochet
7. I can probably teach myself how to do that from a book and the Internet also
8. I would like to open a knitting/book/tea shop one day
9. J.R.R. Tolkien is my favorite author of all time
10. I am a shameless Anglophile
11. My favorite color is green in every shade
12. I can't stand electric blue and yellow (a la Michael Flatley in “Lord of the Dance”)
13. I listen to classical, Irish (trad. and modern), and some "alternative" music.
14. I am a grammar freak
15. Misspellings weird me out and make my nose itch
16. I think the Gothic Lolita look from Japan is really pretty and elegant
17. On the same token, I adore historical and period costumes
18. That's one of the reasons I want to learn to sew
19. I am becoming a liberal due to living in Austin, Texas
20. I love the smell of cigarette smoke although I don’t smoke myself
21. The most admirable and my favorite people on this earth are: My dad and Mrs. Lucy Wiley. There are many more people I love very much, but the list is topped by them.
22. I am a Catholic
23. I have attended Catholic school for 9 out of 12 years of my life--6 spent here
24. I have three siblings: an older half-sister, a younger sister, and a younger brother.
25. The only reason I want to turn 18 is to avoid the inconvenience of having parents sign permission/liability forms all the time
26. I love reading and writing the English language
27. I want to attend culinary school in Madrid for a time
28. "The Lord of the Rings," "Harry Potter," and "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" are my favorite books
29. I am a sucker for sushi
30. I am also a sucker for old-school videogames
31. I'm lazy as hell and a procrastinator to boot
32. I always feel guilty about lying to my parents
33. I am not an athletic person. At all.
34. People-watching is a favorite hobby of mine
35. I think of life as a movie--probably because I unwillingly take them seriously
36. I speak Spanish fluently
37. I’m fascinated by Ancient Egypt and the Middle Ages
38. If my parents would let me, I would love to study fashion design and the culinary arts just to have that knowledge for life
39. In the interest of practicality, I would like to study psychology to help people with social anxiety
40. I am very attracted to nerdy, geeky guys
41. I have an affinity for mimicking people's accents
42. I want five children (Seriously)
43. To achieve that, I know I probably need to marry a rich man
44. However, I do want to marry for love
45. I have a terrible knack for spending more money than I should
46. I prefer romanticized swashbuckling pirates
47. I can remember weird, random facts about people and places, but never anything of real importance, like people’s names
48. I don’t have a boyfriend, though I sometimes wish I do.
49. When I’m nervous, I get very loud and talkative and obnoxious
50. I abhor the rap/hip-hop subculture
51. And the “let’s look like trashy whores” subculture
52. I always think the best of people when I meet them
53. I believe photography is art
54. However, if it sucks (no matter what medium “art” takes) it is not worthy to be called art
55. I wish to spend a year abroad in England, then move there for grad school, then live in Madrid, Prague, Berlin, and Dublin.
56. I do not know how I will pay for that, nor how I will get there.
57. I have a guilty pleasure: listening to pop hits from 6th grade (Hanson & Backstreet Boys)
58. Another guilty pleasure I have: investigating and often believing conspiracy theories
59. Those whom I love, I love profoundly and unabashedly
60. I hate it when fickle people can never make up their mind and constantly shift their opinion
61. Although I despise science and math with a passion, I actually understand several concepts within those subjects
62. I believe in evolution, no matter what nondenominational Christian group denounces it
63. I tried to dis-believe in it once, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie to myself that badly
64. I also believe in God.
65. And I really like the concept of reincarnation
66. Trees give me a sense of peace
67. My favorite food is ice cream and lamb chops. Not mixed together, though.
68. I get a weird satisfaction out of reading people’s online journals, blogs, and diaries
69. I think redheads are beautiful, no matter what gender or age
70. I want blue-eyed, curly-haired children
71. I love bargain shopping and finding expensive clothing for cheap
72. I especially love going to sales in Spain
73. My mom is from Spain, and I’ve spent all but four summers of my life there
74. I love watching the rain from my window and walking in the rain
75. I really admire both my grandmothers
76. I have a rather unhealthy obsession with chocolate and ice cream
77. I relate better to people who are older than me than to people my own age or younger
78. However, I do love children and get along with them very well
79. I used to play the flute
80. I like lists
81. I don’t smoke
82. I don’t do drugs
83. I don’t drink alcohol
84. I’ve never had sex
85. I don’t particularly like coffee, except as ice cream or when it’s mixed with other flavors
86. I had braces for about 2 ½ years
87. I wish I could sing better than I do
88. I am attracted to literary characters
89. I have a hard time dealing with lies
90. I’ve loved The Beatles since my dad introduced me to them in the 3rd grade (to magically coincide with the release of “The Beatles Anthology”)
91. I am SO not a morning person
92. I get really aggravated by people who claim to be “tolerant” but are only tolerant of those they agree with or like
93. I make really good cheesecakes
94. When I own my own house, I want to decorate it myself
95. I think Asian and Scandinavian women are very beautiful and elegant
96. I am an unabashed, unashamed, totally insane neat freak
97. My cat is my favorite animal in the whole world
98. I embarrass myself quite frequently
99. I greatly admire people with interesting fashion styles
100. Violin and Cello music makes me happy, no matter how miserable I’m feeling
101. I am currently addicted to cinnamon scones and chocolate
102. I am highly intimidated by other people I perceive to be “cooler” than myself
103. Actually, I’m easily intimidated by practically anyone
104. My eyes are a pretty green color if you look at them in the sunlight
105. I write poetry
106. I jam out to U2, Elton John, Charlotte Church, and the Dropkick Murphys
107. I have about 30 different types of tea in my room right now
108. I own 46 different Teddy Bears
109. I prefer Europe to the United States, although Texas isn’t bad
110. I believe in fairies and other mythical beings, but in the ancient sense of the word, not the modern little diminutive thingies that grace wallpaper and t-shirts.
111. I think Viggo Mortensen and Brad Pitt are the most beautiful men in the world
112. They are closely followed by Hugh Grant and Colin Firth
113. I’m an impulsive shopper, and I often regret (and subsequently, return) the things I buy
114. Many of my clothes come from thrift storesI had a “punk phase” two years ago to coincide with my relationship with my ex-boyfriend.
115. I regret that, because I looked like I had walked out of a dumpster.
116. I like men in skirts (kilts, roman uniforms, Trojan tunics, utilikilts, etc.)
117. “The Fields of Athenry” performed by the Dropkick Murphys makes me cry when I listen to it
118. The last time I had a birthday party was when I turned 10
119. I’m a very artsy-craftsy person
120. When I buy a book, it takes me an average time of about a year to pick it up and actually read it
121. When I was in elementary school, I used to wear paisley and other patterned leggings with coordinating turtlenecks… and Napoleon Dynamite type snow boots. Seriously.
122. Anyone who can beat Zelda 64 in 3 hours, 2 minutes is worthy of my undying respect
123. I pun because it’s in my genes. It’s a hereditary condition, I swear.
124. I believe doing crossword puzzles prevents Alzheimers
125. I have a hard time letting go of the past, but no problem parting with my possessions

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Top 10 Things To Be Joyous About

10. No more geology labs
9. There is good honey out there. (As in, the sweet, slow, sticky amber-like liquid, not the poor grammar that might be expressed by an overly large Eastern European immigrant mother when her daughter gets dumped by a boyfriend.)
8. I can bribe myself with letting myself knit if I finish my 6 page book review for Archaeology due Monday which I can't do this weekend because editor Daddy is gonna be out of town.
7. Chocolate milk
6. Poetry Tomorrow Night (Despite the soggy, wetness of our secret spot)
5. Going home for Thanksgiving in a mere 7 days
4. Maybe going home early for Christmas (5 days early? *grin*)
3. The possibility of culinary school, sewing school, and crafts all summer in Spain.
2. I saw Redhead boy in class today (He's a senior and an RTF major and he's beautiful as all get out. But hopelessly out of my league, considering sorority girl was oogling him too.)
1. My birthday is in 10 days!!!!!

whew

Well, I can tell you that I have never jolked (jogged/walked) to class in my life, and today I had to, considering as how I need 25 minutes for a comfortable-paced walk to the Undergraduate Library, and as the busses are no use because all the people getting on and off at that time of day makes it 25 mins anyway. I left the dorm with no less than 10 minutes before class started. I virtually jogged up a hill that has something of a 35 degree incline, and speed-walked up stairs, weaving through throngs of people, stitch in my side, shinsplints that hurt like hell, a limp from said shinsplints, and I made it to class with 2 minutes to spare. Mind you, that's like walking somewhat diagonally across 40 acres of land. Hilly land. With shoes that are nice for leisurely strolls, but not veritable sprints up hills and stairs. Took me 30 minutes for the pain in my leg to recede. I was going to post some pictures of my friends from Geology, including fetal Voldemort, (of whom I did get a picture, by the way) but Laura didn't show up to class (I think something bad happened when she went home this weekend), Enissa showed up late, and Ramon, well, he showed up fine, just I wanted a group picture. Voldie's pic is from a distance, and he's looking away, so you wouldn't be able to see him in all his fetal glory anyway. I'll try to get a better pic Thursday, even if I have to ask him. Plus, I want to hear his voice.

Hmm. I'm going to begin knitting a Gryffindor scarf for Mitch. It'll be acrylic which is a sin of all sins amongst knitters everywhere, but at 3 dollars a skein, it's college-student cheap, as opposed to mohair, wool, alpaca, or cashmere. Besides, the colors are right. I am also going to do some secret Christmas presents for Kevin, Irvine, Laura and Myra. (Paloma is a given). And yes, they will be knitted because yarn is probably one of the few things I can afford, and for the price of a T-shirt I can buy several skeins. Plus it comes from the heart and nobody will have any idea the sort of torture I will inflict upon myself to get these things made, and maybe, just maybe, by next Christmas I can begin knitting socks and sweaters and stuff. I may actually become a Yarn Harlot myself :) If you don't get it, I really admire her.

I'm sort of pissed too. First time I've been pissed at Carol, but she walks in, tells me "next time my friends call, please write it down, because they told me they called and you didn't give me the messages." I'm like... well, one person did call and left a message: Christina. Carol said that Fabi called too. Well, maybe she called, but if she did, she didn't tell me her name for one, and secondly, when I asked her if I could take a message, she was like... "no, that's ok." And the case for Christina was that Carol got back at 10 last night. Christina said she was going to be in her room only until about 9. So I figure, ok, I forgot one message. Fine. But I'm fucking becoming Carol's goddamn secretary. Every time the damn phone rings its either Jerry, Fabi, Christina or Whitney. Not once is it for me. So I'm just going to ignore the phone, and go to bed at 10 tonight so that Carol can't talk loudly on the phone till midnight like she normally does because her boyfriend works at Blockbuster and doesn't get out till late. She should also get a goddamn cell phone. I'm going to shut up now before I say something racist or bigoted.

A tree I saw while walking to Geology today. It reminded me of people who have a shock of white hair. The tree's got it too! I think it looks cool.

Voldie. I know you can't see him too well, 'specially b/c he's facing away, but he's got this ratty beard, always wears blue or slate colors, and is named Michael. He should be named Tom... Hahaha

Monday, November 15, 2004



Astronomical Clock. Prague.

Artsy picture of me I took last time there was sunshine. Notice the dual color of my hair (I have yet to chop off hte dyed parts, mind you).

Evie


Evie, my cute little kitty. Except she's not little, she's actually quite a monster.

Picture Book

I think I may start doing some more picture hosting on the blog. I really want to put pictures up to illustrate various things/people etc. :) Look forward to that tomorrow.

Ah the Glories of Bach

Mood: Lazy, guilty, and yet profoundly content
Music: Bach - Fifth Brandenburg Concerto in D Major

Despite the fact I'm feeling like a lazy-ass for having spent the past six hours in front of a computer screen reading a canadian woman's knitting blog, and despite the fact that I have a 6 page book review of a profoundly frustrating (because of the politics of the author) book due next Monday, but I have to finish it before the weekend because my dad (read: editor) will be at the Harvard-Yale Football Game this weekend he will have absolutely zero chance to help me, and plus this weekend I have to pull together a project on the wretched movie (it is not worthy of being called a film) "The Luck of the Irish" (Disney did it, so they deserve the blame). And therefore, amidst the desires to become more "knittically active" (ie: post my knits online, comment on knitting, etc), I know I have to finish said wretched book review and even more wretched project by a week from tomorrow, in order to prance all the way home to the melodies of the Brandenburg Concertos.

What's for dinner, Annemarie? Mac and cheese. Why? Because I need to save 30 of my dine-in dollars in order to purchase some nifty silverplastic longhorn sticky car things to serve as Christmas presents for the 'rents.

Oh, and for the record: Never go cheap with food. You buy generic brand cookies thinking they'll taste just like Chips Ahoy! plus they're cheaper... WRONG. Same with generic honey... that was the worst damn 2 dollars for 3 ounces I've ever spent.

And I want Oatmeal.

whoa, now I can finally post.

Mood: Tired and lazy and bleh
Music: Teitur - Josephine, Cranberries - Animal Instinct

Blogger was being dumb.
I'm thinking of making a collection of references to tea both in music and literature. It is such a perfect setting, not a catalyst or pivotal point in a book or song, but yet it evokes images and emotions unique to it. I love tea. That and knitting. Give me a neverending cuppa and a ball of yarn and needles, and I will be content for life.

This is a VERY VERY interesting and weird video. May I present Gangsta Knitter!

Sunday, November 14, 2004

be inspired...

Go to www.oneword.com if your muse is on vacation. Make her come back!

Saturday, November 13, 2004

10 Improvements to Make in My Life:

I'm not happy with myself right now. It's like New-Year's resolution time has come around in November! I keep seeing all these factors that I wish I could change and just get rid of to make myself a better person. At the risk of looking like a rather idealistic and somewhat adolsescent to-do list, here goes:

1. Walk more and eat better in order to lose weight (Don't disagree with me, please. I've had doctors tell me I'm chunky and could do with losing something along the order of 30 pounds. And I wouldn't weigh something like 120 pounds if that happened, either.)

2. Go to sleep earlier and therefore wake up earlier. (Going to bed at 2 am when your roommate leaves at 8 pm is not a good figure. If she leaves at 2 am it's pardonable, because clearly you can't inflict a dark, sleep-friendly room when she's waiting to get picked up. Waking up at 11 every weekend morning is not conducive to having more morning time.)

3. Stop Procrastinating! (Actually read for class, which is a rather hard thing to do, but worth it when come test time there aren't 3 entire chapters to read. Do papers ahead of time so that there isn't the whole crunch-time mentality.)

4. Improve my mind by reading a book every two weeks or so. (That sounds so damn frumpy and Victorian Finishing School-esque. Actually Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice makes the comment that any woman worth marrying should continually improve her mind with avid reading. Yes Mr. Darcy/Colin Firth! Marry me! I can be your ideal woman! But seriously, I enjoy reading and have been rather lazy at doing it although it really does make me happy, and having the added benefit of learning is fantiddlyastic. Ok, that just sounded Flanders-nerdy.)

5. Come to terms with reality. (If he doesn't like me, get over it, settle with friendship, and move on. Besides, UT has 24,999 other guys, albeit quite a few taken, but that leaves me with a margin of several thousand to choose from.)

6. Explore and really get to know the University. (I made a plan that once a day I would explore a different UT building, to make future class-location-hunting easier, plus to discover quiet little nooks and crannies in which to study, read, sleep, etc. I also told myself that once a week I would try to attend one universtity/local function/festival thingy, such as a play, a lecture, a cultural event, or something like that. I have done that a little, but not as much as I would like.)

7. Be a better friend. (I'm sorry to those I have annoyed the hell out of, or neglected entirely. I'm not going to make excuses, just know that I will try to improve.)

8. Manage my money better. (I should be able to stay within a budget and save up cash for my future year abroad, as well as develop good habits so that when I'm working and earning my own income, I don't exceed it.)

9. Manage my time better. (This fits into "Stop Procrastinating" but it also concerns things like planning my day in order to ensure that I have enough time to do laundry, go to the Co-op, get a few groceries, or whatever I may have to do in a day.)

10. GET ORGANIZED! (Keep my stuff neat and orderly, among other cleanliness and organization rules that I often forget or neglect in favor of laziness.)

N.B.: There are a few other things I would like to improve, but due to their very personal and private nature, they shouldn't be revealed for all to see.


FYI: This list is not for anyone to feel sorry for me or for me to get anyone's sympathy, condolances, pity, or whatever. It's basically a reminder to myself of the things I want to, need to do. I figure if I put it out there in the open, however, that I may actually feel really guilty about not making said changes.

Friday, November 12, 2004

Fake Concession Speech

Here is a political rant my cousin sent me: I then have a response afterwards:

NOW HERE'S A CONCESSION SPEECH I WOULD HAVE LIKED

I concede that I overestimated the intelligence of the American people.

Though the people disagree with the President on almost every issue, you saw fit to vote for him. I never saw that coming. That's really special. And I mean "special" in the sense that we use it to describe those kids who ride the short school bus and find ways to injure themselves while eating pudding with rubber spoons. That kind of special.

I concede that I misjudged the power of hate. That's pretty powerful stuff, and I didn't see it.

So let me take a moment to congratulate the President's strategists: Putting the gay marriage amendments on the ballot in various swing states like Ohio... well, that was just genius. Genius. It got people, a certain kind of people, to the polls.

The unprecedented number of folks who showed up and cited "moral values" as their biggest issue, those people changed history. The folks who consider same sex marriage a more important issue than war, or terrorism, or the economy... Who'd have thought the election would belong to them? Well, Karl Rove did. Gotta give it up to him for that.

I concede that I put too much faith in America's youth. With 8 out of 10 of you opposing the President, with your friends and classmates dying daily in a war you disapprove of, with your future being mortgaged to pay for rich old peoples' tax breaks, you somehow managed to sit on your asses and watch the Cartoon Network while aging homophobic hillbillies carried the day. You voted with the exact same anemic percentage* that you did in 2000. You suck. Seriously, y'do. Thank you. Thank you very much.

*[editor's note: OK, that's not really fair - I've read a bunch on this since the election and while the % of the youth vote did stay the same, that's because voter turnout in general was up... so more young people voted, but so did more of everyone else]

There are some who would say that I sound bitter, that now is the time for healing, to bring the nation together. Let me tell you a little story. Last night, I watched the returns come in with some friends here in Los Angeles. As the night progressed, people began to talk half-seriously about secession, a red state / blue state split. The reasoning was this: We in blue states produce the vast majority of the wealth in this country and pay the most taxes, and you in the red states receive the majority of the money from those taxes while complaining about 'em.

We in the blue states are the only ones who've been attacked by foreign terrorists, yet you in the red states are gung ho to fight a war in our name. We in the blue states produce the entertainment that you consume so greedily each day, while you in the red states show open disdain for us and our values. Blue state civilians are the actual victims and targets of the war on terror, while red state civilians are the ones standing behind us and yelling "Oh, yeah!? Bring it on!"

More than 40% of you Bush voters still believe that Saddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11. I'm impressed by that, truly I am. Your sons and daughters who might die in this war know it's not true, the people in the urban centers where al Qaeda wants to attack know it's not true, but those of you who are at practically no risk believe this easy lie because you can. As part of my concession speech, let me say that I really envy that luxury. I concede that.

Healing? We, the people at risk from terrorists, the people who Subsidize you, the people who speak in glowing and respectful terms about the heartland of America while that heartland insults and excoriates us...we wanted some healing. We spoke loud and clear.

And you refused to give it to us, largely because of your high moral values. You knew better: America doesn't need its allies, doesn't need to share the burden, doesn't need to unite the world, doesn't need to provide for its future. Hell no. Not when it's got a human shield of pointy-headed, atheistic, unconfrontational breadwinners who are willing to pay the bills and play nice in the vain hope of winning a vote that we can never have. Because we're "morally inferior" I suppose, we are supposed to respect your values while you insult ours. And the big joke here is that for 20 years, we've done just that. It's not a ha-ha funny joke, I realize, but it's a joke all the same.

I make this pledge to you today: THIS time, next time, there will be no pandering. This time we will run with all the open and joking contempt for our opponents that our President demonstrated towards the cradle of liberty, the Ivy League intellectuals, the "media elite" and the "white-wine sippers."

This time we will not pretend that the simple folk of America know just as much as the people who devote their lives to serving and studying the nation and the world. They don't.

So that's why I'm asking for your vote in 2008, America. I'm talking to you, you ignorant, slack-jawed yokels, you bible-thumping, inbred drones, you redneck, racist, chest-thumping, perennially duped grade-school grads... because we know better, and we truly believe that we can help your smug, sorry asses. Thank you, and may God, if he does in fact exist, bless each and every one of you.

Anonymous email


Very interesting rant, of all things. I know my cousin didn't write this, so I'm not criticizing him, just the statement. (I guess to let my feelings be known). However, I wanted to post a very interesting reaction to that rant, which puts things in a different light. I read the "concession" and thought it a little out of whack because of some technicalities I know to be untrue. For example, the whole red-state/blue-state thing is funky, because many kids from "blue states" are the ones fighting in Iraq (asserts the concession) when I know for a fact that the Rio Grande Valley, in "Red-State" Texas contributes 1 percent of all soldiers (more than any other area in the nation), and is the poorest area of the country. Ironically, (aligning poor with hillbilly status) the Rio Grande Valley in Texas is widely democratic, which is an impossible characteristic of hillbillies. (This information I got in a Peace and Povery class last year, and are my own thoughts, not infiltration of my mind by the "Republicans"). Texas may be a "red state" but Austin, where I reside now, is probably the bluest of blue that would make Massachusetts proud, as is the Rio Grande Valley, as are some counties around Dallas, etc.

I found the concession to be hilariously and depressingly filled with so much hatred and bigotry that I seriously was confused and troubled. The "concession" was so infused with hatred, it's palpable, and disturbing. The "concession" declares the hatred and bigotry of the "red-states" to be the worst possible thing, but yet who is this statement of ire and disdain directed to? Anyway, I agree with most of this "rebuttal" and I think that even if one doesn't agree, one should read it with an open mind. Maybe we can get over the fact that Kerry lost, and focus ourselves for 2008 when Bush CAN'T win and laugh about things of more importance than the election. (Like I'll think about more poetry to write, or how I can get access to knitting materials, or something like that).

I definitely propose an open mind when reading this, because tolerance ain't tolerance if you only tolerate the people you agree with.

Rant and Rebuttal:

NOW HERE’S A CONCESSION SPEECH I WOULD HAVE LIKED

I concede that I overestimated the intelligence of the American people.

Reaction: So, Mr. Kerry, it wasn’t your policies or lack of same (on Iraq, Social Security, etc.), or your lack of honesty (about the 2000 Florida election, about women’s wages, about Social Security, about a draft, about Iraq, about your hunting, about your SUVs, about your religiosity, about your “heroic” service in Vietnam, etc.) that turned voters away from you: it was the stupidity of the American people. What incredible arrogance.

Though the people disagree with the President on almost every issue, you saw fit to vote for him.

Reaction: The majority of people do not disagree with the President on almost every issue, Mr. Kerry. In fact, most people agree with him on most issues. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t have voted for him. Now, some liberals disagree with him, to be sure. But to suggest that “the people” do is a fiction.

I never saw that coming. That’s really special. And I mean “special” in the sense that we use it to describe those kids who ride the short school bus and find ways to injure themselves while eating pudding with rubber spoons. That kind of special.

Reaction: Very nice, Mr. Kerry. Calling anyone who didn’t support you an ignoramus and a retard. Very sophisticated. Very intellectual.

I concede that I misjudged the power of hate. That’s pretty powerful stuff, and I didn’t see it.

Reaction: Voting for Bush represents hate? Those of us who followed both campaigns closely know very well that almost all the hate and vitriol, easily 80-90 percent of it, issued from your campaign and supporters, Mr. Kerry, not from the Bush campaign and theirs. Remember Fahrenheit 9/11? How about your threatening legal action against the Swift Boat vets? How about CBS’s use of forged documents to bring down Bush? Or how about your supporters’ repeated references to Bush as a Nazi, an idiot, and the like? Or, might I add, how about the hatred that permeates this concession speech of yours?

So let me take a moment to congratulate the President’s strategists: Putting the gay marriage amendments on the ballot in various swing states like Ohio...well, that was just genius. Genius. It got people, a certain kind of people, to the polls.

Reaction: What a fabulous conspiracy theory! You obviously don’t know this, Mr. Kerry, but the initiatives on the ballot in eleven states were attempts to legalize gay marriage. They were not “gay marriage amendments” put there to prohibit it. And for your information, those initiatives were put on the ballot by gay activists and their supporters, not by Republicans. What happened was democracy in action: the people of those eleven states did not want gay marriage legalized, so they rejected the initiatives.

The unprecedented number of folks who showed up and cited “moral values” as their biggest issue, those people changed history. The folks who consider same sex marriage a more important issue than war, or terrorism, or the economy... Who’d have thought the election would belong to them? Well, Karl Rove did. Gotta give it up to him for that.

Reaction: An “unprecedented number”? First of all, Mr. Kerry, only 20 percent of those asked in exit polls cited moral values as an issue affecting their vote. Many more cited terrorism and Iraq. Next, the exit polls were not scientifically done, so the people cited in them cannot be assumed to be representative of the electorate. And for your information, Mr. Kerry, “moral values” involves far more than just gay marriage. I suspect that many people’s moral values were at odds with your secularism, your lack of integrity, your past denunciations of America, and so on. As for Karl Rove, what’s the deal with him when you have Carville and Begalla running your campaign? Finally, Mr. Kerry, I’m getting the distinct impression what you’re really doing is trying to blame your loss on people’s homophobia (meaning they’re bad), not on your own lack of message and substance. Want to know why you lost? Get yourself a mirror.

I concede that I put too much faith in America’s youth. With 8 out of 10 of you opposing the President, with your friends and classmates dying daily in a war you disapprove of, with your future being mortgaged to pay for rich old peoples’ tax breaks, you somehow managed to sit on your asses and watch the Cartoon Network while aging homophobic hillbillies carried the day. You voted with the exact same anemic percentage* that you did in 2000. You suck. Seriously, y’do. Thank you. Thank you very much.

Reaction: First, eighty percent of America’s youth do not oppose the President. The figure is false. As for the soldiers dying in Iraq, Mr. Kerry, they are all volunteers who overwhelmingly support the President and their mission. You disgrace them by suggesting otherwise. Mortgaging people’s future to pay for rich people’s tax breaks? It’s hard to follow this part of your concession speech, Mr. Kerry, but if you’re suggesting that our soldiers are dying for tax breaks and Halliburton, you’re not only wrong, you are again demeaning their sacrifice. Finally, you have more than a bit of an intellectual inconsistency when you imply that Republicans are the “rich,” while at the same time denouncing them as “hillbillies,” and presumably poor. Can’t have it both ways, sir.

*[editor’s note: OK, that’s not really fair – I’ve read a bunch on this since the election and while the % of the youth vote did stay the same, that’s because voter turnout in general was up... so more young people voted, but so did more of everyone else]

Reaction: Might I suggest that few kids voted because they’re, well, kids. It ain’t the Sixties any more, Mr. Kerry. Or maybe they didn’t vote for you because they were turned off by your campaign, its lack of message, its invective. And maybe, just maybe, some of them liked the President and voted for him.

There are some who would say that I sound bitter, that now is the time for healing, to bring the nation together. Let me tell you a little story. Last night, I watched the returns come in with some friends here in Los Angeles. As the night progressed, people began to talk half-seriously about secession, a red state / blue state split. The reasoning was this: We in blue states produce the vast majority of the wealth in this country and pay the most taxes, and you in the red states receive the majority of the money from those taxes while complaining about ‘em.

Reaction: Mr. Kerry, my guess is that everyone would say you sound bitter. Let me tell you a story: in terms of charitable giving, the red states do far, far more than the blue states. The state in which people give the most to charity is Mississippi, followed by Arkansas. At the very bottom of the charitable list are blue states like Connecticut and Massachusetts. But there is a more sinister element to your speech. You are clearly implying that those who pay more should get to boss everyone else around. Dare I suggest to an intellectual like you that this is both an undemocratic and an un-Democrat thing to say?

We in the blue states are the only ones who’ve been attacked by foreign terrorists, yet you in the red states are gung ho to fight a war in our name. We in the blue states produce the entertainment that you consume so greedily each day, while you in the red states show open disdain for us and our values. Blue state civilians are the actual victims and targets of the war on terror, while red state civilians are the ones standing behind us and yelling “Oh, yeah!? Bring it on!”

Reaction: Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Mr. Kerry, but the terrorists attacked America, not just the blue states, and those who are fighting and dying in the resulting war hail from both red and blue states. Fighting and dying to protect you. In any case, and just to keep your geography on track, the Pentagon is located in Virginia, a red state. As for red-staters showing open disdain for blue state values, what about the open contempt and disdain shown by blue state elites, and Hollywood, for the lives and values of “you ignorant, slack-jawed yokels, you bible-thumping, inbred drones, you redneck, racist, chest-thumping, perennially duped grade-school grads,” as you so kindly characterize them later on in your concession speech?

More than 40% of you Bush voters still believe that Saddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11. I’m impressed by that, truly I am. Your sons and daughters who might die in this war know it’s not true, the people in the urban centers where al Qaeda wants to attack know it’s not true, but those of you who are at practically no risk believe this easy lie because you can. As part of my concession speech, let me say that I really envy that luxury. I concede that.

Reaction: First, President Bush never, ever said that Saddam had a direct connection to 9/11, though you continue to make that charge. Bush certainly made the Iraq connection to terrorism, and he was right to do so. And we are in a war against terrorism, Mr. Kerry, not just a war on Osama bin Laden. As you know, Saddam has supported terrorism in places like Israel. He has tortured and murdered, including the mass murder of his own people. He used chemical agents against Iran. As for your concern that al Qaeda wants to attack only urban areas in blue states, you’re extrapolating from an “n” of 1: New York. Might I remind you that there are a large number of potential al Qaeda urban targets in red states, including Atlanta, St. Louis, Houston, Dallas, New Orleans, Miami, Jacksonville, Charlotte, Memphis, Phoenix, Denver, and so on? Their war is against America, and, red and blue, we’re all in this together.

Healing? We, the people at risk from terrorists, the people who subsidize you, the people who speak in glowing and respectful terms about the heartland of America while that heartland insults and excoriates us...we wanted some healing. We spoke loud and clear.

And you refused to give it to us, largely because of your high moral values.

Reaction: You and your fellow blue staters are not the only ones at risk from terrorists. You don’t subsidize the red states. And you hardly speak in “glowing and respectful terms” about America’s heartland. Rather, you do precisely the reverse, patronizing the stupid “hillbillies,” condescending to them, or denouncing them as “bible-thumping rednecks.” (Sound familiar?)

You knew better: America doesn’t need its allies, doesn’t need to share the burden, doesn’t need to unite the world, doesn’t need to provide for its future. Hell no. Not when it’s got a human shield of pointy-headed, atheistic, unconfrontational breadwinners who are willing to pay the bills and play nice in the vain hope of winning a vote that we can never have.

Reaction: Since you’ve obviously forgotten, Mr. Kerry, President Bush tried for fourteen months to get other countries on board for the Iraq war. Many joined us, you may recall, among them Great Britain, Poland, Australia, Spain, and others. Many of our presumed allies who didn’t join us (like Russia, Germany, and France), were being paid off by Saddam through the U.N.’s “oil for food” program. Saddam had essentially bought off the Security Council!

Because we’re “morally inferior” I suppose, we are supposed to respect your values while you insult ours. And the big joke here is that for 20 years, we’ve done just that. It’s not a ha-ha funny joke, I realize, but it’s a joke all the same.

Reaction: The big truth is, Mr. Kerry, you and your fellows don’t respect others’ values. You never have. Not for a day, and certainly not for 20 years. Indeed, you continually deride them and ridicule them (remember “bible thumping” “inbred drones”?), something that isn’t done to you in anything like the same way. And that’s no joke.

I make this pledge to you today: THIS time, next time, there will be no pandering. This time we will run with all the open and joking contempt for our opponents that our President demonstrated towards the cradle of liberty, the Ivy League intellectuals, the “media elite” and the “white-wine sippers.”

Reaction: Mr. Kerry, the President did no such thing. Never. Not once. Instead, he put up with the most venomous slander imaginable from the Democrats. I think maybe you’re confusing George Bush with Rush Limbaugh, who did lampoon your condescension, elitism, patronizing, and sanctimony.

This time we will not pretend that the simple folk of America know just as much as the people who devote their lives to serving and studying the nation and the world. They don’t.

Reaction: Hard to do much of anything here, Mr. Kerry, except feel aghast at such complete and total arrogance. Not to mention error.

So that’s why I’m asking for your vote in 2008, America. I’m talking to you, you ignorant, slack-jawed yokels, you bible-thumping, inbred drones, you redneck, racist, chest-thumping, perennially duped grade-school grads... because we know better, and we truly believe that we can help your smug, sorry asses. Thank you, and may God, if he does in fact exist, bless each and every one of you.

Reaction: Thank God! This apparently is a joke! I was getting worried, Mr. Kerry.

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Thursday, November 11, 2004

I know a Voldemort!

So yea, I'm here in the library since my lovely bandwidth expired Tuesday. I'm waiting to head out to lunch today with Laura to the Alpine Bagel Cafe at Littlefield. I've not had a decent bagel sandwich ever, so we'll see how that goes. I'm also very pissed off at the security guard for the library. He got all Alvarez-like on me (for the uninitiated, the dean of discipline at my HS, who was not very bright, really full of his own power, and had the mumbly, annoying voice [and to sound really bigoted here] of a low-class-moved-to-middle-class Brownsvillian Mexican) telling me how I couldn't bring in my smoothie, and the rules state that you need to have "an appropriate drink container or plastic bottle with a top." He even said, "Uh, ma'am, are you a student?" "Yes" "Do you work here at the library?" "No" "Then why don't you go over to that sign over there and read the red lettering which says that you need to bring an appropriate drink container or plastic bottle with a top." "Ok, sir, but this cup has a plastic lid on it." "But ma'am, it's one of those that can easily get knocked over and spilled." "Alright sir" I reply, and force a smile when I want to kill his Alvarez-like smugness.... I felt like I did last year when Alvarez told me I couldn't wear colored socks 22 days before graduation, because the handbook clearly stated that the uniform required CREW SOCKS and that implicitly states that said socks must be white. My socks were tan, with muted purple and orange argyle on them, and they were knee-high. First of all, the handbook didn't state white, so that leaves it open to interpretation, and also, if my damn socks were going to "detract from the learning environment and promote an environment of disconformity and anarchy" then fuck him! I was gonna wear my damn purple, yellow, and turquoise socks loud and proud for the remaining 22 days till graduation. Damn! I hate smug officer people like that... they're so damn self-righteous. And I hate them no matter where they come from, but it seems that there are many in Brownsville.

Now, on to Voldemort. See, Laura and I make fun of this guy who looks like Voldemort in fetal form. How do we know that, you ask? Well, in book 4, Voldie's fetus comes out of the cauldron when he and Wormtail are re-making him into his physical form. So this guy looks like that. He's got a very raspy, nasal voice (weird combo, I know, I can imitate Laura's imitation if you'd like) and he's one of those people who make comments to no one in particular but expect everybody to casually overhear and laugh. Well, today Laura and I were walking out of Geo, and he walks by with a smirk on his face, and I hear him give a little snicker as he passes. Laura's face contorts into an agonizingly hilarious laughter expression, and she shushes me, but I burst out laughing. It was quite amusing. He constantly looks at her, and that weirds her out, so I made fun of her by saying that she fulfills Voldie's fetal fantasies. (Love the alliteration there, dontcha?) So he greatly amuses us in his weird, fetal, slimy sort of way. And there you go: Voldemort attends my Geology class.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

Midnight Jam Session

Mood: Happy and procrastinatory
Music: U2 - Vertigo and Sister Hazel - Life Got In the Way

I love listening to really energizing music at late hours of the night. Right now it's a combo of Dave Matthews, Sister Hazel, Barenakedladies, and the absolutely wonderful and fantastic U2. I'm waiting for the Team America: World Police soundtrack to download, so I can jam out to it... (hahaha, like you can jam to "I'm So Ronery"). I hate procrastination. It has infiltrated itself within my bones.... and now I can't escape it. :( no fun.

G'night and I hope you can jam out like I do :)

Goddammit!

Mood: bipolar
Music: Eve6 - Here's to the Night
I feel like: sleeping and forgetting about the world until tomorrow

Ugh! Today was a mix between pleasure and torture. It was great because I got to hang out with Irvine, Ben, and John and make them food. Cooking really allows me to let loose and relax. I really do love it, and although it's a tough trade, I want to learn from the pros, and even if I don't make a career out of it, I want to learn it and learn it well. (whoa, weird sentence structure there) I made some really spiffy hamburgers, fries, and a chocolate tiramisu. I hope the guys really enjoyed it, because I had a blast making it. However, it was torture because there are things I want to say, but can't. I'll leave it at that.

So if anyone wants chocolate tiramisu, either head over to my dorm before I eat it all, or buy me the ingredients and I'll make it for ya!

It sucks when you really really really like someone and you can't tell them b/c you're too nervous about what they'll think, or you're not sure what they think about you, and so you're intimidated.

Yea, now I get to go to the library in 1/2 an hour to watch "The Devil's Own" for my English class. It's a movie about the IRA (Irish Republican Army) with Brad Pitt and Harrison Ford. Speaking of the latter, I got to watch snippets of the last installment of Star Wars with him as Han Solo. Pretty cool. Star Wars kicks butt!

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Koalas are precious and Paris Hilton is Orange

Indeed. I was watching a special on Animal Planet about these precious little Koalas that are endangered and stuff, and how people need to stop cutting down trees in order to protect them. They're so CUTE!!! And then I switched the channel and saw SNL with Weekend Update: Jimmy Fallon interviewing Paris Hilton. She is about UT's burnt orange color, accented by her white-fake-blond hair, which only makes her look more orange. I hope she gets all wrinkly and ugly when she's old, and everyone will laugh at her, despite her filthy-lazy-ass-richness.

Friday, November 05, 2004

Random Name and Title Generator

For all of you whom I have not introduced to the magnificence of this beauty, I beg you to explore the infinitely random set of permutations that produces smiles even in the most depressed Kerry-voters.

A Sample from my collection (not only my titles, but those of friends as well):

Ombudswoman Junior Grade of Silly People Who Don't Like Seal Clubbing, DJ Annemarie Paloma Pearson

Commander-In-Training of Deviant Sexual Practices, Annemarie Paloma Pearson

Sorceress of Cannibalistic Rituals to the Glory of Pimpin' Hos, Perky-L'il Enisa Ibrahimovic

The McNugget of Cannibalistic Rituals to the Glory of Baby Monkeys, Annemarie Paloma Pearson

Fuhrerin of Very Little, Annemarie Paloma Pearson

Teenage Mutant Ninja Sheriff of Dictionaries and Everlasting Gobbstoppers, Annemarie Paloma Pearson (my personal favorite)

Goddess of The Ancient Order of Men in Tights, Myra Lara

Über-Chairwoman Maximus of The National Association for the Advancement Dictionaries and Telepathic Snow-Dolphins, Annemarie Paloma Pearson

Colonel of The Alliance of Procrastination and Sleeping In, Annemarie Paloma Pearson (truer words have never been spoken)

Inspector of All Things Not Pertaining to Dragon Balls, Kevin Paul Osmers XII

Inspector of The Ancient Order of The Wonkavator, Snoop Doggy Tom Marvolo Riddle

Mayor of Invincible Sand Castles, Anna Celia Ramirez

Superintendent Emeritus of The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, Tom Marvolo Riddle IV

Empress of Lesbians, Libby Stern, The Insatiable (She's my weird Geology professor)

Funkmistress of Emergency Roadside Call Boxes and Boxer Brief-like Things, Snoop Doggy Annemarie Paloma Pearson

Commander of Kicking Oprah's Ass, Irvine Michael Downing

Raja and Vice Poobah of People Who Say "Turn That Frown Upside Down", Annemarie Paloma Pearson

Slum Lord of Ramen Flava' Packets, Laura Marie Wilkinson

Indefinite Quasi-Master of The Rainbow Connection, Harry Potter



There are plenty more where that came from... enjoy!

An Untitled Poem I Wrote 2 days ago:

Note: This poem was not written for any particular person, but rather reflects an idea that wandered through my head and the infinite "what if's?" that inevitably fill my mind at random moments.

Untitled

Let us go then, you and I,
And transform our identities
To go undercover for a change
And tease the passersby

You'd wear a wretched nylon suit
That you picked up from Goodwill
I'd wear a 1950's dress
And a pair of knee-high boots

We'd sit on a bench like that over there
and speak in obnoxious British accents
reading poetry to one another
and although we'd look funny, I wouldn't care

You'd have those coke-bottle glasses
and you'd place them on my nose
I'd tie my pink hair ribbon around your arm
So they'd think you had a weird series of rashes

Some old ladies would pass us
and look awkwardly, then shake their heads
Ashamed of our impropriety
And you'd mock them in your Eliotian voice

Let us go then, you and I
and become pop stars
legends in the making
And we'd be happy, though I don't know why

Singing our secrets in seedy karaoke bars
Like the way I love you and
the way you make love to me
And why Kazakhstan is so much nicer than here

The lovers in the corner might look up
and wonder at the un-romantic look of us
Like we just got off our honeymoon tour bus
But one we shared with 27 elderly couples

I should very much like to take you with me
when I become the person I've always wanted
A sophisticated savant,
an intelligent interesting... something.

But you wouldn't follow, like I knew you would
You'd prefer to stay here on your couch
playing videogames until your thumbs go sore
And I've watched you all afternoon

Because we can't go, then, you and I
And we are rooted to the same spot
Like trees, or spray paint
Glued to where we can't escape

And though I might have become the wind
Or merely a leaf riding on its back
You were the good, hard, solid earth
And you wouldn't budge

And that is why I can never change who I am
Or who you are
And why I love you
And that is why we can't go

Super NES consumes my life!

And I've been playing Super NES since 12 noon. Scary! What with Zelda: A Link to the Past and Yoshi's Island and The Pagemaster, I've had my share of frustration and absolute relief when I finally kicked that boss's ass and got those damn red coins! I'm sort of sad right now, probably because I don't have much to do except kill time, and I know I'm going to be all alone this weekend :( However, I asked Irvine if I could borrow his kitchen on Sunday, so I figure I may be able to release some tension that I get from not having to do stuff with the thing that makes me happiest: cooking. So yea, gourmet fries, burgers, and chocolate tiramisu is in order. :) Yum! And my hair dryer died. No fun because now if I shower at night, I have to wrap a towel around my head so I don't catch pneumonia from that damn air conditioning vent which inevitably hits my side of the room and will probably cause some dread disease in my body by weakening my body's defenses with the chill. So I guess I'll go back to my games and everything... I may break down and play Zelda 64 although it tends to do some weird stuff to my computer when I run it. I wish I had dorky friends I could videogame with....

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Right....

Today was a day of no consequence, but not a good day. I overslept this morning and made it 20 minutes late to my Archaeology class. However, on the upside, we were watching a movie about ancient Egyptian burial customs, and how archaeologists are reconstructing the temples of Luxor and Karnak. Then, I went back to my room to watch some more sappy already-seen romantic movies, and wait for my class registration time to begin. And indeed I registered. I am enrolled for Interpersonal Communications, Intro to Psychology, Introductory Nutrition and Government. However, I am waitlisted for two English classes. As I wanted to have the certainty of being in those courses, I went to go see my adviser. Well... she said that I should remain on the waitlist to see if I can get into the classes that way, otherwise, she'll put me into them. However, I get to wait till January to find out if I made it. Apparently I have a 90 percent chance of one class and 70 percent chance for another, which is good, I suppose. I just don't like being kept in suspense over my classes. But I know I will throw a tantrum if I don't make it into the English classes I want. For crying out loud, that's my MAJOR! When I'm done with the stupid basics, that's what I am going to be taking: English. Oh well. Now to wash dishes and explore E-bay.

There's this beautiful angora yarn being sold for ten pounds (about 18 bucks) and I WANT IT.... but it's so damn expensive!

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

It's all crazy-like

Yea, I just finished watching "Love, Actually" and now I really do want a boyfriend. Romantic movies do that to me... I want the romance, the butterflies in the stomach, the agony of waiting and loving. I also got a 93 on my Intro to Ancient Egypt exam... YAY for me!!!! (I just need the same grade on the final and I've made an A). I think I did OK on my Geo exam, and I hope that goes well too. Last crazy-like thing... I've planned out my sched for next semester, and I may actually... gasp! take more than 12 hours, and I figure I might as well do more than one English class, because when it gets toward the end, I'm going to be taking more than one a semester anyways, and that would be bad if I didn't prepare myself. So registration begins tomorrow. Here goes nothing, and if anything doesn't go as I hope.... I can always go to my advisor for a change in schedule.

Sweater Season!

I really love when it gets cold enough to break out the coats and sweaters and scarves and warm, thick socks. It's probably the reason that I have such a liking for England and the northlands. I love the chill and the crisp air of fall and winter. I'm glad it's cold here now, and I hope it stays that way for awhile. I won't be happy to put away my sweaters again after I so joyously laid out a plan for wearing them all this week! :) Revel in the chill, folks!