School, Micheal Moore, and Having Sex With Things in Exchange For Birds

I like how the first day of school always seems really grinding unless it's your first day at a new school, when it's really scary and heart-pounding and sweaty. Being a senior is crazy-wierd. I don't really feel like a senior...more like someone who just came back from junior year and all the seniors are gone.

Having cool people in a class is sooooo important to that class being fun. I've forgotten how much I dislike mass learning. Stagecraft was a lot of fun because I could do things and learn as I go. Most classes you just learn and then do an assignment to prove that you learned it. Much cooler with Aaron.

Damn it, I still can't access any cool sites. Son of a bitch, I hate my parents. They don't realize how much they piss me off with the little things.

I just said "bugger that for a lark" in context. I rock.

I've been reading Stupid White Men or whatever, Micheal Moore's book. It's pretty good. I like how he rips on everyone. Not necessarily equally, but it's the thought that counts. He makes Democrats sound as bad as Republicans, and the thing is I'm starting to believe him. The numbers don't lie.

I am so going to be able to vote in the primaries this year! Hell yeah!

Unless you hate all the other countries in the world, take a REALLY hardline conservative line, or are a huge tax-abusive company, you have no reason to not vote for Ralph Nader. No reason at all. He has the chutzpah to really follow through with what he believes. Crazy how everyone seems to be compromising except for the liberals that really believe in progressive policy. Oh and Nader actually does have progressive policies.

DO NOT VOTE FOR AL GORE OR PRESIDENT BUSH. THEY ARE BAD AND WILL REVERSE WHAT LITTLE PROGRESS THIS COUNTRY HAS MADE IN RECENT YEARS.

I can't believe I'm ranting about politics before politicians are. I hate my obsessive personality.

if you're happy and you know it clap your hands... *silence*
if you're happy and you know it clap your hands... *crickets chirping*
if you're happy and you know and you really want to show it... if you're happy and you know it clap you hands *CLAP CLAP CLap....clap cla....*

I'm so good at bastardizing other people's stuff and being false-happy. I am so tired. There's something about school that just drains you.