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This is the tail end of me coming to terms with the fact that I own about three shirts, and one set of pants.

Oh, and for all of you who live in the Northern Va area and don't follow me on twitter, I'm gonna be up there all this weekend, so give a call.




Judy Is A Punk (Remastered Version ) - Ramones



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There really is no sugarcoating how hard this song makes me.



Just thought I'd share.

Tom Daschle article by the AP.

I would say that it’s ridiculous for anyone to think that they could get away with this, but obviously many top politicians HAVE been getting away with it for years. If they hadn’t been nominated for these new positions, they may never have come clean. Citizens in the private sector would never be able to get away with something like this.

And one point from the article, that Daschle had to lessen the amount that he said he had given to charity, struck me as especially low.

One more point from the article, that Bush nominations were punished much more severely for these kind of infractions, is actually [provably true].



If I Had A Heart - Fever Ray



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This pairing upsets me to no end. I seriously can't articulate how mad this makes me. Slash has crossed a line.



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I sounded pretty fired up by the end of my last entry and I'm not exactly sure what brought that on. It may have been that I was fed up with who I was or where I was in life or even just with the events of the few weeks previous. It could have also been that at 5 in the morning, I still hadn't slept. By 10pm the next day, when my family and I were just getting home from a Christmas Eve dinner in Northern Va with dad's brother and their father and his wife, I still hadn't been to bed and thus collapsed without writing the entry that I had promised. Oh well, it's just as likely that I planned that entry so that I could use List of Demands by Saul Williams as my closing song, which I don't anymore. Now I'm in the mood for Nico singing These Days.

On that note, let's talk about New York.

My Grandmother Joan married a man named James after living the first 18 years of her life in Queens, New York. After their first child, my mother, was four years old, they moved into a large house on Oak St. in Floral Park, Long Island. She gave birth to three more children, two girls and a boy in between, the children grew up and left, and James died. Joan remained alone in the family house, where she still is today.

Joan is still gets around quite well for her age and eating habits (triscuits, cheese and wine exclusively) and has made many friends in the neighborhood with whom she passes the time. For many years her children and grandchildren would visit every Christmas and it was the only time during the year that everyone would be in the same location at the same time or would see each other at all. As time went on, situations shifted and the family became more distant geographically so that now it ranges from Connecticut to Florida. Rather than everyone gathering in New York, Grandma Joan now chooses one of her children each year and visits them, leaving the other branches to have their own Christmases. She doesn't ever choose my family. She and my dad have never gotten along, plus our house here in Charlottesville is in too much disarray to entertain guests. Most importantly, my brothers and I are grown and neither Marcus or Colin care much for Grandma as she has a tendency to nag anyone over the age of 10. The other branches of the family have young children and so easily lend themselves to her fancy.

That doesn't mean that I haven't been there since we stopped regularly attending the Holidays in Long Island. Two weeks ago, on the heels of my feverish and sleepless post, mom, Marcus and I drove up to spend the week of New Years with Grandma. I brought along my laptop hoping that even though I wouldn't be able to post them, due to the fact that the house on oak street does not, and most likely will never, have an internet connection, I would at least write a journal entry in MS Word for each day that I was there, as well as the entry that I had promised, and post them when I returned to Virginia. I've had this same plan in the past and it has never come to fruition. New York, or at least the house in Floral Park, should be the easiest place in the world for me to blog from. It's the only place where I have the free time not only to write as much as my heart desires but to think. Each day I planned out thoughtful and well constructed insights but when the time came to put them down I would listen to music or literally do NOTHING. This has always been the case, or at least it has for the past ten years or so. Something about being in a large house (which I love) and an old woman (whom I love) and two or three members of my immediate family (whom I love no matter what I may think) sends me into an odd sort of depression in which I can do little more than sit in the attic next to the only wall outlet watching The Royal Tennenbaums over and over on my computer until I can't anymore, at which point I listen to music and wait for dinner to be ready. I don't much care for this person, but I become him whenever I'm faced with introspection, which I always am when I'm in that house.

So a week passed and I did nothing with my life other than The Royal Tennenbaums and a half-assed attempt at learning to play the piano. Unfortunately the mood followed me back to Charlottesville. This usually doesn't happen because in the past, this always signalled a return to school. Mary Washington students return to Fredericksburg tomorrow and start classes the day after. I'm glad that I'm no longer counted in those ranks but this also means that I have nothing to pull me out of the slump I've fallen into. I've tried to force myself to do some of the things that real people outside of college do, such as opening a checking account at the bank and cleaning my family's disgusting house, but on the other hand I haven't turned in any applications to find a job or made any attempts at going out to meet new people or done anything that would kick-start my adult life and rid me of all this free time. Instead I've mainly been on my computer or listening to my dad's old Jimmy Hendrix, Donovan and Beatles LPs.

Oh right, and listening to Nico.






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Scary-Go-Round is one of my favorite webcomics. I thought I would share today's edition 'cause it seems like it would be up the alley of most people on my friends list.

Now that I've received final grades, and seen that I do in fact have just over the required GPA to graduate, it seems that I may be home for quite a while. Honestly I probably was going to stay here regardless of whether or not I graduated, but it's much nicer this way. It's been a few years now since all of my friends still came home to live with their parents when they were not in school. This is especially true now that they've all been graduated for many months and have moved on to better things and exotic locales such as New York and um, Neal, where are you? some random place is Texas? I on the other hand will continue to live here in Charlottesville, in my parent's house, until I gather up funds enough to start my new adult life somewhere cool. Before any of you ask, no, I will not live with you in Northern Virginia.

Until that wonderful day, I will be here. I'm staying in my old basement room (read: multipurpose room) until I've completely cleared out the room upstairs that doubles as both a family computer room and a storage room. Once it's completely empty, I get to paint and furnish it as I see fit. It's a small box of a room but I actually kind of like it that way. I', going to be going for a spartan meets cozy feel.

Further, until that day, since all of my old high school friends have moved away, I'm going to make and effort to meet new people in town. I might even try to remake my antisocial self over as someone who joins social clubs and organizations. I also want you people to visit me, and not just Anna either. To those ends, I've decided that I would entice people to visit me the best way I know how...

...by posting the complete online list of the teas carried by my favorite place in the world, the Twisted Branch Tea Bazaar.

Do click the link:
http://www.teabazaar.com/menu/






and now for some music, I bring you something we can all enjoy
The B-52's





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Home.
In Charlottesville.
...for goodzies this time







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Just to make sure that I've really driven the message home to Lindsey and Megan that I would love for them to visit me, I present... myself.

So with both Anna Sullivan and Donna deciding to head home for the Thanksgiving holiday, I find my list of people who will be spending the break here with me fast dwindling. I know that Anna plans to hold a pot luck a few days before everyone goes home, but I don't know if want to spend money on ingredients for that when I still plan to make my own meal regardless of how many people will be here to eat it with me. In the hopes of finding out just how many will in fact be staying, I've made a poll...

Poll #1300375 Thanksgiving
This poll is closed.
Open to: Friends, detailed results viewable to: All

Where will you be for thanksgiving?

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So... purple state. There were a few of these questions that I didn't care for. I don't think that one should have to choose between Fox News and NPR or more especially between sushi and meatloaf.

You Should Live in a Purple State

Your preferences are 45% Blue, 55% Red You may not be a swing voter, but you feel comfortable around moderate people. You tend to do best in states with a red and blue mix - like Nevada and North Carolina. You are adaptable. You can converse with a church crowd as easily as with grad students.

Today's Schedule

1) Print paper

2) Go to one class of the day
-Turn in paper

3) Crash into sleep for a few hours

4) Write obituary for blog challenge

5) Dinner maybe

6) Film club

7) I don't like having six of anything





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So last night was not a night for sleeping. I fully intended for it to be but things don't always work out the way you'd hope.

After loosing three games of mancala to CGoulait I was considering calling it an early night at around 12:30am. Instead, I decided to put it off in favor of cruising the blogs of various friends in case one or more of them had updated in the 45 minutes since I had checked last. No dice. However, as a result of more and more desperate yet fruitless searches for bloggertainment, I decided that I too was going to join the ranks of those making use of blogspot. No, I'm not getting rid of livejournal, I just have two now. What I'm going to use them for I have no idea. I might use my new one (jones for radio) for my topic-based entries, while utilizing trusty old Livejournal to rant and whine about my days. I haven't been doing enough of that lately.

By the time that task had been completed the clock on my desk read 2am. I thought about taking a few different routes at this point. I could go to bed (though I wasn't tired). I could read for my symbolic class and actually be prepared when Huber decides to call on me to "volunteer" and explanation of the text. I could work on a poem that I came up with in the shower this morning. I could sit half naked in front of a computer screen of pornography. Instead of all these wonderful options, 3am found me listening to all of the Aqua that I could find on deezer.com. Anna Snyder, I blame you for this. Ever since your phone started belting out "cartoon heroes" I haven't been able to get it out of my head.

4am and I was reading a comic called Ruse, also taken from Anna (I think).

Just after 4:10 I tried falling asleep only to catch sight of one of the biggest spiders I've ever seen (in person) crawling down the inside of my window. I killed it but it took long enough that, with another glance at the clock, I came to terms with the fact that if I went to bed then, I would not be able to drag my ass out of bed in time to get to my one class of the day ...9:30am, HISP405.

So here I am. I made myself some tea and sat down with my Anthropology reading. Now I'm hoping that I don't pass out halfway through the day, throwing my sleep schedule even more out of sync than it already was.


Ok. Informal poll:
Which would more likely cause a passerby to think that I was gay, the sounds of some guy on guy erotica spilling out from behind my closed door, or the musical "stylings" of Aqua?

Aqua? Yeah, I thought so too.





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So do you remember a little while back when quite a few people (myself included to be honest) where a little freaked out at the prospect of the end of the world coming about due to the test launch of the super-collider in Geneva? Do you also remember how all our fears were put to rest (for the moment) when the machine malfunctioned?

I read recently that it was due to melted magnets or something, but upon finding this article:
http://www.scifinews.net/doctor_who/news.php?aid=423

I discovered that it wasn't luck that saved us at all. It was Torchwood.


ps: I love how freaking on-the-ball the bbc is with this shit. Seriously.