It wouldn't let me put the whole quote in the title.. Anyway, the quote has absolutely nothing to do with the blog, so feel free to disregard.

Well, it's a wonderful day today. Rainy, wet, cold-ish, foggy, everything I could want from a Friday, and a little bit extra! I'm running on like 4 hours of sleep because I had to stay up late to register for next semester's clas.ses. Good news, I got all the clas.ses I want. Bad news, I had to stay up late to do it. Ugh. But I got the clas.ses I want! I had a big debate in my head over whether or not I should take five clas.ses. As of right now I have three clas.ses on M and W and two on F, with just one measly little clas.s on T and TH. If I added another clas.s to T/TH I could have 15 credit hours. But the clas.ses I'm taking are all difficult and upper-level (not by much, but they're not like 101s). I don't want to overload myself with work and end up dropping a clas.s halfway through the semester. That would be a waste of time and money. And it would just suck. So I think I'm sticking with just the 4. One's a 390 and the instructor (I had to be invited into the clas.s - its for a job in the writing center on campus) says its a junior level course and she thinks I'll be okay. So I'm kind of worried about that one. But I think I can handle it..I hope..right?

We have a group project in my lit clas.s and two of us are really working hard and two really aren't working quite so hard. One is always tired and the other plays a sport, so she's almost never in clas.s. And for some odd reason we chose her to hang on to our papers and documents? Smart people, we are. *groan*

My aunt and cousin are coming in from PA today! Actually, they're probably already at my house or in the car with my prarents (who took the day off work to greet them and get them settled in to our house). I could skip my next clas.s and go home (really want to) because I've only missed on clas.s so far this semester (clas.ses end December 8!!) and the teacher allows 4. Plus, we're writing a paper and he's letting us work on it in clas.s and I'm close to done. So I could skip with no problems. And I really want to just go home right now and say "Hey!!" I haven't seen them in four years..*sobs* I miss them. And I really want to go home. But for some reasons (unknown to me) I can't help but keep my butt planted on a little sofa on campus. I can't seem to get myself up and to my car. But I really wanna go home!! I'm sleepy... (I've never entirely understood what the arrow is supposed to do..I mean, an arrow? well, whatever).

PLUS we're reading (or are supposed to have read) a book by Cornell West - Democracy Matters. For anyone thinking of reading it, don't. And if you're required to, skim it. It's awful. He writes with big words (like he used the Word synonym machine thingy) and repeats himself over and over about how terrible a president Bush was and how the 9/11 attacks were awful and how we shouldn't have gone to war and blahdy-blahdy-blah. *shudders* I hate it.

In good book news, the third book in the Vampire Academy series came out yesterday! It's like 200 pages longer than the first two, so I'm really excited. Of course, I rushed out and bought it at Target (every step I took on the way into Target I stepped in a puddle - lovely right? I got home and my socks and imitation-Birkenstocks [how do you spell that, anyway?] were soaked! nasty).

In TV news, I went shopping at the used bookstore/DVDstore and found two DVD box sets that I bought. One I've been wanting since they got it in (it was $20, not a bad price, but still) but I waited and waited for months until the price came down (to $18!). It's Daybreak, one of my favorite cancelled shows. The DVD has the never aired episodes on it as well as commentaries! I love cast commentaries..so entertaining. The other DVD is four episodes of the British version of Eleventh Hour. I didn't know Patrick Stewart was in it. But I bought that one for $15. I thought it could be interesting to see the British one..I love British TV..Haha

So that's about it for me. How is everyone?

After my last political blog, I decided to post a humorous political blog. They are actually funny. Here goes:

BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!

JOHN MCCAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure (right from Day One!) that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.

GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?

COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of road?

AL GORE: I invented the chicken.

JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need more black chickens.

DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.

OPRAH: Well, I understand that this chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead ofhaving the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed access to the other side of the road.

NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No bird gave me any insider information about crossing.

DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.

JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the 'other side.' Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay And if you eat that chicken, you may become gay, also. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort outthis abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like 'the other side.' That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.

GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why a chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heartwarming story of how it had experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens crossing roads together.

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken 2008, which will not only cross roads, but will integrate with those that lay eggs. Henhouse Explorer is an integral part of eChicken 2008. This new platform is much more stable than previous versions.

ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road pass beneath the chicken?

COLONEL SANDERS: Which way did he go?

These make me laugh..

I had what I now know is a panic attack yesterday morning. I woke up thinking "Crap! I have to write that paper due tomorrow!" And it went down hill from there. I got up, said good morning to my parents, and got really really dizzy. My vision got all black and fuzzy and I couldn't hear out of my right ear. I had to sit down and felt all nauseous (that's as far as I'll go on details..). Finally after a couple dry heaves and what seemed like decades (but was, in reality, probably only like two minutes) the dizziness started to dissipate and the gross stomach feeling went away. I told my cousin and she said it was a panic/anxiety attack and that she used to get them in college. I really hope it doesn't happen again..because it was gross. But I feel better and was able to go to the shelter later yesterday, so everything's fine!

So that was my bit of gross news. How are you?

Alrighty, so the results are (mostly) in. NC is still 50/50 as far as I know (I'm so proud *sniffle*).

Obama won.

Does this really surprise anyone? He played the race card! Of course everyone wants to vote for him - he's black! Black people have been pushed down and denied so much over the course of the history of America that they deserve a president that will care about them!

But what about the Native Americans? No one cares about us. We were here first, we lived on this land first. Then we were gathered up and forced to move out west into little camps where they kept us so we wouldn't hurt anyone. We got the diseases brought over from England and wherever else and we died. We were treated like cattle. But you don't see anyone giving us special treatment and special consideration. Some of us still live in little camps because most white Americans are still hesitant to accept us. I'm lucky - my ancestors didn't give in. Our tribe disbanded and was brought together as a corporation under a white man's rule. We didn't have to leave our land and we didn't have to be herded out west like cattle. My great-great-(great?)-grandmother escaped and lived in caves in the mountains rather than be herded out west. This is why I'm not recognised as Cherokee. I should be (I have enough Cherokee in my blood to be listed as one - 1/16 - and to be eligible for scholarships), but because of the bravery of my ancestors I don't get "special treatment." I don't expect to get special treatment. It would be nice, but everyone else that's different gets thought of before we do. The only thing I want is the scholarship. That would really help.

It really really irritates me that everyone who isn't "normal" expects special treatment. If you're gay or lesbian, you want to be treated "equally" - meaning, everyone around you has to watch what they say, they can't treat you like they'd treat other "straight" people, they can't say "That's gay or "That's queer even if it applies, and they have to walk on eggshells. Black people want the government to take care of them (I know, I'm generalizing, but stick with me), they want to be treated as equals to white people (in reality, they're not - they're a different color, which means that they're inherently different - you can't force something to be equal if by nature it isn't - no one is equal when everyone comes from different cultural backgrounds, speaks different languages, looks different, earns different salaries, lives in different homes, and thinks different thoughts), they want to have scholarships because they're different (what happened to wanting to be equal?), and people have to walk on eggshells for fear they'll say something that's considered racist. Does any of this sound like "EQUALITY" to anyone? Now, I know I'm generalizing, but for the sake of the argument, think of someone you know that's like this.

I was so happy yesterday because I thought that with the election over, the talk of the election would also cease to be EVERYWHERE. Well, that was stupid. We spent the entire lit clas.s this morning talking about government and the election. The teacher asked us if we were happy we voted. A few people raised their hands. He asked one girl ("African American" if you don't mind my saying) why she was happy. She said "Because the issues are important in this election." The teacher asked "What issues?" She responded "Obama!" Seriously, people. "Obama" is not an issue. Obama is a person who has opinions on issues, but he himself is not an issue. Then when I was voting, the woman in line in front of us was talking to her daughter and said "We're voting for Obama. I don't know who the other guy is. Mc-something or other. History will be made this election!" They shouldn't let people like that vote!

We've reached the end of my rant. If this offends anyone (I don't see how it could, but that's just me) I apologize. If this is in opposition to what you believe, I don't apologize.

Have a nice day!

Run! Run for your LIVES!!

I don't know. Random whatever.

So, how are you?

I'm alright. I got the flu shot yesterday. It didn't really hurt as much as I expected. But now my arm feels like I got punched really hard by some really strong guy. So ouchy.

Hm..So that's about it. I can't wait for the elections to be over!! I'm mad that good TV is post-poned until after Tuesday. Ugh.

I've made it to day 12 of my Stargate trek! I'm on the 14th episode of Season 3 - Foothold. Haven't started it yet, though. Starting today during lunch. I made it past my absolute least favorite episode of all time - Forever in a Day. It's the one where Sha're dies and Daniel keeps reliving it over and over with different outcomes. Turns out it was a dream-thing where she's trying to tell him to find the kid. The episode starts out okay when Daniel thinks he's losing it, but it gets annoying when he kind of knows what's going on but doesn't want to believe it. Ick. But I'm happy I'm past it!

Hm...I voted! Yay! It's finally done with! Now I can stop watching news!! Well, that's the reason I'm telling my parents. Mom wanted to record Hannity last night instead of The Mentalist or Fringe. So I said "We already voted, we don't need to make up our minds any more!" It worked! YAY! The voting itself wasn't too bad, but the lines were disgusting. It was in an old building with sickening flourescent lights. I was dizzy and sick anyway (I figured since I've been feeling bad for a month now, why not spread some of the joy around a little?), but the lights made it worse. The whole time I felt like I was in a horror movie, the kind where someone is in a bright but still poorly lit room and the camera circles them and they keep turning in circles trying to figure out what's happening. Ya know? Or Yak now? Hah..wow I'm really ADD today. So yeah, I went home and slept good sleep.

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