Christmas is a very expensive holiday.
And if I may pose a question:  is Christmas fueled by capitalism or Christianity?
Makes you think, doesn't it?

I hope you don't mind, 
I hope you don't mind, 
That I put down in words 
How wonderful I fit, now you're in the world.

I love you, baby.

I finished and sent out my application to UCLA tonight.  Now all I have to do is sit back and wait.  However, I made the extremely stupid decision to apply to only one school.  Here is my (albeit unfortunate) reasoning:  why waste $60 per additional application when I know that no matter how many schools I get into, the only one I'm allowed to go ( Read more... )

"Even tonight and I need to take a walk and clear
my head about this poem about why I can't
go out without changing my clothes my shoes
my body posture my gender identity my age 
my status as a woman alone in the evening/
alone on the streets/alone not being the point/
the point being that I can't do what I want 
to do with my own body because I am the ( Read more... )

I am an Athiest when it comes to a belief in God,
a Contradictor when it comes to God allowing innocent suffering,
a Terminator when it comes to the soul's immortality,
a Questioner when it comes to using faith as an answer,
a Paternalist when it comes to whether liberty is the highest social value,
an Elitist when it comes to whether Equality is the ( Read more... )

My doggie's sick. 
Daddy drank too much again.
Mommy's worried & upset. 
The girls are sleeping.
And so the saga continues.

Drove to visit my paternal family in La Crescenta for an early Italian-style Thanksgiving dinner. I learned a lot about my family that I wouldn't have learned if my parents came with us.  For instance, I thought my dad's side of the family was completely conservative, but it turns out that two of my aunts and one of my uncles are Democrats.  This ( Read more... )

Oh I'm sick &
oh so tired.
And my right eye stings.
I missed another point in History. 
Now I've only got four points to lean on,
& that's assuming that I earned all five on Amistad.
Poor Frankie had to haul 2 art history books to his car, 
but afterwards he met up with Peter and me 
on the muddy, green grass in the 
Honor Grove.
There were flies everywhere.
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UGH. 
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So I'm a flake, and I've recently found beauty in poetry.  I'm increasingly amazed by T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland," which I can't seem to get out of my head.  Honestly, "The Wasteland" perfectly describes America today, but it was written more than eighty years ago.  That Eliot; what a brilliant man.  I do so enjoy American Lit, even though I ( Read more... )