taco bell and studying

So I guess I really haven't written on here for a while. My computer felt like getting sick and apparently teasing me with what Richie calls "the blue screen of death." But now its working sufficiently, except for the fact that I have to reinstall Microsoft Office 2007 (the free trial version, because my prior trial version just ran out....).

I've been feeling disenchanted with life in general lately, with a bit more sunshine today. I have an eight-page paper to finish and a midterm to study for...all for an old, mired-in-tradition, douche. Well, maybe I wouldn't go so far as to say he's a douche, but it's a close call. I'd rather just study rhetoric, a much more palatable subject to me than the survey of British literary history. Do not confuse this with a distaste for British literature, just the class, and the teacher, and sitting so long in one position that my legs start to cramp. This calls for a "grrrr."

I just ate my taco bell/KFC, and to be honest, I think it hit the spot. I'm not sure which spot, maybe the "I'm really craving lukewarm food and heartburn" spot, but, nevertheless.

I guess I"m gonna continue to wait impatiently for Office to download, then study for the midterm. Wish me luck :-)

kitty love

To my eyes, the most heartwarming sight is that of my cuddling cats couched in comfort and love and post-fancy feast sleepiness. They lick and clean, pawing around each other and relaxing in the patterned chair next to the hallway. Oh, kitty kisses...

I'm pretty hungry at this point. I can hear the sizzle of the sausage on the stove, probably meaning it's ready to be turned - yummmmm.

Besides all that excitement, I have work at the CrApplebees to look forward to, then karaoke at my favorite hole in the wall, Lamasco. What a day. :-)

Chillin

After only two days of blogging, I'm already losing momentum. Who knew. :-) I made a resolution to write everyday, so, here goes. It's time to whip my ass into shape.

At the moment, I'm just relaxing with my beau, Richie, watching The Colbert Report. After finishing up my day at school, I dove into the jungle of mediocrity, motion-censored frozen-section lights, and low prices mired in the malaise of cheap Chinese labor: Walmart. I of course bought more groceries than were needed, which included the Honey Moon ale and kickass pepperoni pizza that Richie and I proceeded to throw back while chilling on the secondhand couch in my living room.

I guess it was the combination of lukewarm beer and Dr. River's lecture today on naming and persuasion, but I decided to rant on the absurdity of our healthcare system in the United States. A rose by another name apparently does not smell as sweet. We fear a "public health option" for its socialist implications, limited choice of doctors, and inevitable inefficiency. We fear what we do not understand, and obviously, what the majority of Americans fail to understand is that this system is exactly what we already call private health insurance. For those of us lucky enough to say we own coverage, we are accustomed to paying into a socialist pool of funds for the public good, visiting only those physicians of whom United Healthcare or Anthem approve, and battling a bumbling bureaucracy of inept medical assistants, front-desk secretaries, and pharmaceutical reps. The only difference I see between these two systems is that with one the value of human health is based on the number of zeros on a paycheck, where the other at least has the decency to let everyone play.

Well, gotta go finish watching The Royal Tenenbaums then homework. Then blissful sleep.

Peace.

oh, and that too

Forgot to mention that Iran's government has just recently issued a ban on foreign media within the country. I never thought I'd say this, but, thank God for twitter.

I feel uneasy because I reminded myself of something unfortunate (that I did).

Here's a song (and video) I love:

Peter Bjorn and John "Up Against the Wall"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbWemy7dwUE

day one

This is my life. I'm not sure how interesting it may be, not sure that i will always be glad that its mine, completely sure that I will experience pain that I never thought I could take and satisfaction that at once could not seem real. And though I call this my life, I'd like to include whatever and whoever I can in it, and invite anyone with enough time to waste to join me in my experience. So here goes...

After going to my first class today, I came back to my apartment to flip on CNN and finish the half-eaten pizza sub that, much like my interest in British literature, had been working on getting stale for the last hour or so. To little surprise, reports from Iran were already flooding the screen: photos of slain protesters, scrolling updates on the Mideast uprisings, clever "Eye on Iran" title for the new hot topic. This is something that I actually care quite deeply about. While sucking down our $1 margaritas, I made an attempt at distracting my mom from the unfortunate fact that there were yet no chips with salsa nor burger sitting in front of her; I asked her something to the effect of, "So what do you think about the Iranian elections? You think Ahmadinejad rigged them?" Disappointingly, she responded essentially with, "Oh, I don't know. I don't really care." What!?!?! Why did she not care, HOW could she not care?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IL5xyONzPNg&feature=popular

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKY-smJ6aBQ

Maybe she just needed something to eat. If only that's all it took. If so, I'd like to buy a sandwich for everyone.