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Feb. 5th, 2003 09:39 pmwouldn't it be cool if we woke up tomorrow and the Prince Regent said, you know what? I think war is a buncha fuggin bullsheeyat. so we decided not to do it and stuff. we've got lots of problems here and people are worn out and tired and can't find jobs, so we're going to spend all our energy on that instead. the sheer *explosion* of relief all around the country would just be completely mind-boggling.
but no. i feel like i can see the light and a saner way of doing things, but we're being dragged from that happy place by a failed oilman who really doesn't care what the consequences of this will be. he compares now to WWII, i compare it more to WWI. i think other people feel this oppression, too. i don't think it's narcissism on my part.
the one really and truly bright spot that made the bad stuff blow away was Vali getting selected from over 1000 entries as one of the thirteen stories the Chicago Tribune printed for their story contest. She told me they printed my story and it was like a huge good bolt of lightning that knocked me out of bed. it was like Christmas! It actually cheers me up more to think about it, like the paragraphs above fade away. out of so many people's entries, they picked my girl's. no one was happier and prouder of her sweetie than i was.
and for a prize, a fifty dollar gift certficate that she gets to spend on meeeeeeeeeee!!! :) :) :) just kidding. i think i'm going to frame it. the first fifty bucks, yaar.
Watching Pride and Prejudice for the 3 billionth time in a row helps. soon i am going to go to bed, the first time in a few nights i'm saying to hell with schoolwork so Vali and i can go to sleep at the same time. i sleep better when we talk until we get too sleepy to do so, and then a big fat Sophie plops on top of my head and chases me away from prime pillow real estate.
so funny-- i came home from work and was loving on Sophie and giving her kisses on the top of her head and only took a break to give Vali a kiss. Sophie made a little sound, turned her head to Vali and bent her little kitty head to receive little kitty kisses. AWWWW! The good thing about Sophie being so goofy is that you always know how she's thinking. you know when she's sad, or when she's happy.
i think i've reached critical mass on a mix tape idea that's been burbling around for a way long time.
(Vali: Mrs. Bennett is one big dust ruffle.)
but no. i feel like i can see the light and a saner way of doing things, but we're being dragged from that happy place by a failed oilman who really doesn't care what the consequences of this will be. he compares now to WWII, i compare it more to WWI. i think other people feel this oppression, too. i don't think it's narcissism on my part.
the one really and truly bright spot that made the bad stuff blow away was Vali getting selected from over 1000 entries as one of the thirteen stories the Chicago Tribune printed for their story contest. She told me they printed my story and it was like a huge good bolt of lightning that knocked me out of bed. it was like Christmas! It actually cheers me up more to think about it, like the paragraphs above fade away. out of so many people's entries, they picked my girl's. no one was happier and prouder of her sweetie than i was.
and for a prize, a fifty dollar gift certficate that she gets to spend on meeeeeeeeeee!!! :) :) :) just kidding. i think i'm going to frame it. the first fifty bucks, yaar.
Watching Pride and Prejudice for the 3 billionth time in a row helps. soon i am going to go to bed, the first time in a few nights i'm saying to hell with schoolwork so Vali and i can go to sleep at the same time. i sleep better when we talk until we get too sleepy to do so, and then a big fat Sophie plops on top of my head and chases me away from prime pillow real estate.
so funny-- i came home from work and was loving on Sophie and giving her kisses on the top of her head and only took a break to give Vali a kiss. Sophie made a little sound, turned her head to Vali and bent her little kitty head to receive little kitty kisses. AWWWW! The good thing about Sophie being so goofy is that you always know how she's thinking. you know when she's sad, or when she's happy.
i think i've reached critical mass on a mix tape idea that's been burbling around for a way long time.
(Vali: Mrs. Bennett is one big dust ruffle.)