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I'm listening to "I Want to Break Free" by Queen right now. And you know what, Queen? I do want to break free! I'm just not sure from what.

And earlier I was listening to CSNY's "Judy Blue Eyes." The past does remind us of what we are not now! So wise.

"I Want to Break Free" just ended and now Coldplay's "Crest of Waves" came on. They are right, too! Things could be worse.



I need a break.


EDIT: I seem to come across angry or bitter here...thing is, right now I'm a little of both. Sometimes life just gets you down, right?

I like this.

To my friends from the land down under..

By the land down under, I'm referring to the land under New York, which is New Jersey. According to this map from the Washington Post, the Democrats are losing their hold of the state.

Now, I'm not the most political person, and actually for those who are, I'm probably very frustrating to talk to. I'm that American teen who didn't vote in the primary because, well, I forgot. And even though I'm about as liberal as they come on most issues, there are a few issues (actually, its really only one) that I am pretty conservative on. I'm the last person who should talk politics.

Nevertheless, as hypocritical as it may seem, I'm asking my New Jersey people to make sure they vote. If that state is colored red on the map come election day, I will seriously cry. Plus, it would reaffirm the long held belief that New Jersey is good for nothing other than taking New York's trash.

I'm listening to opera right now; my roomate better not walk in.

Of course I love my roommate (hey Alana!) but right now it's just me, vanilla tea, and a bit of opera.

I may be a pop culture junkie who eats up bad TV shows and movies, and I may talk about how much I dislike anything remotely related to the Bronte sisters or Jane Austin, but I have my high culture moments, too (secretly...except that now it's on my blog)

So, on a completely different topic, my friends and I participated in Making Strides today. Nine years ago, we lost my grandma to breast cancer. My aunt and my mom laughed with me on the phone today...I told them how we left the walk midway through the walk to get IHOP and we all agreed that skipping out for pancakes is the exact type of thing my grandma would have loved. Every time I smell crab apples (like the tree in her backyard) or a sauce cooking in the kitchen, I think of her and how much I still miss her.

I do regret...

I do regret deleting a post that "I" made last night. I couldn't delete the picture in it using Sarah's crazy Mac, so in a rush I just got rid of the post....I tried to see if deleted posts were saved somewhere just now, and they aren't.

sadness.

To two of my lovers, Kate and Kelly--

I was just going through the files on my computer when I found one called "Wedding." I clicked it, only to find this picture:

I have no recollection of drawing this, but I'm pretty sure I know why I drew this (err a certain wedding we all want to get invited to next summer? You know the one I'm talking about...no names, though. I wouldn't want that person to ever google their own name only to have "My pet lizard, slappy" to pop up as a result). The date of creation was sometime last summer--presumably when I first got my laptop.

Well Kate and Kelly, I adore both of you, and yeah, this probably would happen if you went to that wedding.

Yesterday, Today

So the past couple of days have been a strange change of pace. I realized some things, found out about other things, and got some piece of mind about a few important things.

None of which I wish to discuss on a blog. Or, in person actually.

Which brings me to something I didn't realize I was going to talk about until 30 seconds ago when it randomly popped into my head. In junior year at Kellenberg, we read this book called "Why Am I Afraid to Tell You Who I Am?" Basically, it sucked. Hard. In it, though, there was this section about "the games we play." One game in particular completely summed me up in a paragraph: The Willing and Wordy. People who play "The Willing and Wordy" game talk nonstop, but when you stop to actually think about what that person has said, it all amounts to nothing substantial. It's used as a defense to keep people from getting too close.

I have no unifying theme to my post. Here's a picture of something my mom sent me in a care package

(in case it's too hard to read, it says "wow! he already knows and he's so little")


and! I served on a jury today! hopefully in the future I will be smart enough to weasel my way out of it.