First day at work, fourth day at home.
I'm getting the Fear.

Dammit.

This, this is exactly why I'm trying to stop drinking.

I decided that, one day, I was going to carry with me a few index cards and write down all of the thoughts that I had that I considered worth holding on to. The day I chose was a Thursday, which meant I was awake more than most other days, as I've got a cool 9 hours of class on Thursdays. In any case, I figured I might as well throw them on here, ( Read more... )

I'm here, I'm at the bank, I'm at home. Everything's changed, nothing's changed. I don't want to be here, but I don't want to be at Binghamton, either. Just don't really want to be at all.

Freedom isn't free. Does the First Amendment to the Constitution apply to non-citizens? You'd think so - illegal immigrants have often used parts of the Bill of Rights to justify their stay, and have been allowed in the country. Does it apply to murderers, rapists? Of course - look at any trial, look at any *sentence*! What about war prisoners ( Read more... )

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Get out there and vote, every one of you, you magnificent bastards! I don't care if you're voting for Bush, Kerry, Kucinich or whoever the hell strikes your fancy, just get out there and cast a ballot before they muck it up enough that those awful hooligans in Washington decide we aren't fit to vote anymore!

Can anyone explain to me these kids that go to the gym wearing $20 A&F T-Shirts and gel in their hair, or these girls with blush and eyeliner? I can understand the lively hip-hop beats, but the line between Fitspace and Ye Olde Rathskellar is starting to blur a little too much for comfort.

If you pull silly putty slowly, it stretches and can make almost any shape you want it to. But if you strike it suddenly, it shatters. Just like that.

They say it's because its atoms aren't aligned to be broken so quickly. I think Silly Putty is just a romantic.

Is he really the President? I mean, come on...