“No, I’m not stoned right now. This is just the way my face looks. Also, a person can go through three packs of Fruit by the Foot (36 feet of deliciousness!) on 4/20 without it being the munchies.”—Things I’ve been saying all day.
I was lying in bed this afternoon, generally being a bum, when I suddenly got really hungry. Burrito cravings set in. “MMM. Qdoba,” I thought. Oh, wait. I still don’t have a debit card yet. I got sad. There is money on my Express, but that won’t get me the burrito I want. I thought about it for a second, and I started crying. CRYING. Real human tears. It can’t be about the burrito, right? That’s stupid. No. It’s not the burrito. It’s general feelings of sadness because for the first time, in a very long time, I feel like I don’t know what’s happening. In one month, we graduate, and I don’t know what’s going to happen when the people I’ve been with for four years, move away. Yes, I’m going away too in August, but that’s not the point. They are leaving first, so my pitiful, egocentric logic turns into them leaving me. If perfect world was perfect, we would all still be in walking distance to one another. My friends from back home would be here too, the ones I first had to say goodbye to four years ago. In my selfish, perfect world, we’d all just hang out, eating burritos and generally not giving two fucks about anything.
With the threat of government shutdown looming, Senator Jon Kyl (R-AZ) took to the Senate floor last week and announced that abortion is “well over 90% of what Planned Parenthood does.” Well, as it turns out, that is simply not true. I’m sure what he meant to say was that over 90% of services provided are preventive with no federal money used for abortion. Oh, wait, that’s not what he meant at all.
Approached by CNN to explain how he could be so far off the actual percentage, his office offered this gem:
His remark was not intended to be a factual statement but rather to illustrate that Planned Parenthood, an organization that receives millions of taxpayer dollars, does subsidize abortions.
MMMK. Let me get this straight. When the facts don’t fit, make them fit? Alright, Stephen Colbert. Take it away!
LOLZ ATTACK! This situation would be even more hilarious if it weren’t for the fact that Kyl made his comment with the expectation that the general public would not challenge it and accept it as fact. It’s scary as fuck to me that politicians and media outlets do this all the time. There is nothing worse than a misinformed and angry public. What an awful combination.
After I lost my debit card the other day, I was surprisingly cool about it. If you know how I am*, this may surprise you, but I calmly called Bank of America, ordered a replacement, and went on with my day.
I wasn’t pissed about losing my debit card…until tonight.
Tonight, I went to go see Sister Spit and, because of a technical difficulty, Amos Mac printed out these large posters from his magazine, Original Plumbing, for his piece. Now this all may mean nothing to most of you, but one of those posters was of his creative partner, ROCCO (KATASTROPHE) KAYIATOS.
You may have seen Rocco on my blog before because he’s been making my heart skip a beat for the past three years.
Now, why was I upset about not having my debit card? Because these posters were for sale after the show which means I could have had a picture of this amazingly talented, beautiful man on my wall. UGH.
*I have a tendency to lose everything (all the time), so when it happens, I get really mad at myself.
If I were braver, I would have shared this at Frank Warren’s Postsecret event tonight, but this will have to do:
When I was 6 years old, my father committed suicide. For the next 12 years or so, I would lie to anyone who asked about his absence, and tell them he moved away and left my Mom and I because it was easier for me. I’m ashamed of this everyday. My lie made it seem that he was a bad father, but he wasn’t.
My sophomore year, I lived off campus with three awesome housemates. One of them was Rebecca who is currently doing something pretty amazing. Along with her brother, she is hiking 2,181 miles from Georgia to Maine on the Appalachia Trail. In addition to accomplishing this massive feat, they are also hiking to raise money for multiple sclerosis. Check out their blog (kept by their older sister) for their progress. Good luck, Rebecca!
I just had an extremely large lunch, and I wanted to undo the button on my shorts but quickly remembered I was in public.
I have fallen asleep three times already while working on this paper. This most recent time, I had a dream that my brain melted and dripped on the floor from my ears. It was silver, like mercury, and I reached down to sift through it in the off chance of there being any useful ideas hidden in the brain ooze.
My thoughts on this: everything is ridiculous right now.
I’m having the best academic semester of my four years here at William and Mary, and it feels really good. Not just in relation to grades, but when it comes to the classes I’m taking and what I’m learning. It’s all just coming together. It might not have happened until the very end, but it’s nice to leave this wonderful place on a high note.
“I’m just a speck on a speck orbiting a speck in the middle of speckle-ness. But with your brain you can imagine all of this, you can understand nature, you can know your place in space. With your brain, you can, dare I say it, change the world!”—Bill Nye