But I never wrote it down so I forgot it. Damn.
I have a meeting in 40 minutes and Mr. John Locke is not that interesting, so I'll waste time by writing an entry in this.
I had hoped to kick off the first journal entry of the [school] year with a simple picture of Chicago and the title of "Hello, Chicago." Then I remembered that I didn't have a digital camera and the time it would take for me to get to the point of actually getting around to wasting a roll of film and then developing and scanning and posting would take a few weeks.
Thus, you get some random links about Hurricane Katrina and my depression about it.
Speaking of that, I read somewhere (I think it was dailykos) where the person commented that bush will be killing kittens on live TV and people will say something to the effect of "Those kittens were terrorists, Our Dear Leader is keeping us safe from the evil kitten menace." I mean, honestly. It boggles my mind how any informed can defend Bush in his response to this disaster. I've heard lots of morons take up the talking points and be like "OMGZ the LOKAL Gov faiLEd cant you c?"... but really. I challenge people to give me one instance where Bush actually did something in the first critical moments of the disaster. Oh wait. You can't.
It reminds me of my feelings on 9/11. I was pretty shocked along with the rest of the country, but after the first few days, one thing I didn't get was the whole "rally around bush/flag" (since, you know, they're interchangeable) mentality that gripped the nation right after the attacks. I mean, here we have a man, who, on his watch, has the greatest terrorist attack on our soil ever happen. And for some reason, this means we should support him? It makes my head hurt.
It just goes to support my assertion that the vast majority of the population should not be allowed to vote.
Anyway. Enough of my bitch bitch bitch.
I've been living off of a combination of wheat bread, peanut butter and jelly, pasta like substances, the occasional alcoholic beverage and water that I steal from my roommate. It's nice, really. Classes are ok, since I'm learning (for the most part) shit I want to learn. I'm still sure I'm out of here in two years. The marathon is in 32 days and I'm thinking I'll finish in about 5 1/2 hours. Terrible, but still within the limit. I also met John Edwards twice in the span of 10 minutes.
The first time was embarrassing, since i had punch in my left hand and Hors d'ourves in the other. I put the plate on the cup and stuck out my hand. I wanted to die. The second time I just went in, apologized, and told him I was a runner. He liked that. He's not that tall. Definitely has charisma though. Seems like he tries kinda hard, and not as good a speaker as Dean, but hey, I voted for the guy.
Although I didn't mention that I had a Wesley Clark sticker on my car in high school...
The disappointing things so far is the realization that a. I'm pretty much a bad friend and b. I still haven't snapped out of the hermit phase of summer. I've turned down chances to go out because I'd rather sleep, and that's lame. Sleep is for the weak, at least that's what Nietzsche says. And he is polluting my mind in Contemporary Political Thought.
I'm going to try to call all the people I haven't run into this weekend, but hey, who knows.
Maybe meeting Sen. Durbin this saturday, if I wake up? Who knows.
