I need a Jersey pride LJ icon, but I dont’ feel like looking for one to steal right now, but Jon Stewart is from Jersey and also hot, so he will do.  Edited to add, that while he was not being a very fair host, Jon Stewart was awesome when he completely smacked down Bill Bennett. He’s seriously the best.

And yes, an MSNBC article said just that.

I am not going to stop eating tuna. It is delicious in so many different forms.

So I just went to Port Authority on my lunch break to purchase bus tickets. I got there to find Port Authority completely closed, as well as 8th Avenue south of 42nd street. I wonder what’s up this time; probably another freaking unattended package.

I directed some confused tourists to the subway. I have done my good deed for the day.

This morning, I was hunting for my shoes, and found a sugar packet with the Skidmore logo, the kind that they used to have out at the SPA and Cyber Café. I have no idea how it got there.

I’ve FINALLY got my Rutgers application out (delayed solely because of procrastination). Dallas is the only one that’s left. The SOP is done, but they also ask for you to write an “educational history” ie, the changes you went through in your academic career that led to now. I am trying to fit the Hampshire experience, the “Rachel when are you going to admit you’re a Giant Right-Winger?” and the “Screw D.C., I want to read Hobbes and make lattes.”

(Of course, beyond the academic evolution that sounds pretty on paper, there is the shallow version, which I may write up, just for fun.)

Moving is a hassle. I’m sure I should consider “do I really need all these books?” but I don’t bother to ask myself that question because the answer is “Yes.” At this point, I’m over having to move and just want to be done with the move. Furniture needs to be taken apart, kitchen things need to be bought for the new place, and utility things need to be arranged. My perpetual desire to just be settled is acting up – and ‘settled’ will have to wait until February 4th.

I think I must’ve overdosed on the Sudafed yesterday, because I was all buzzing and out of it, and in retrospect, the drugs were probably hurting more than they were helping. It was a “I’m having trouble forming sentences” kind of day.

Anyway. Tuesday was supposed to be an unofficial work X-Mas Party/Celebration of the “Shock and Awe” of CK’s one year anniversary here. Almost everyone who was supposed to go skipped work, and those who made it in had long commutes home ahead of them, so it wound up being just CK and I. We of course toasted to Jersey, and  to the Libertarian Revolution.

CK has really become my favorite co-worker, and some of it really is a “It’s a Jersey thing. You wouldn’t understand.” But Tuesday was good for conversation about politics, relationships, work/school, travel, and drunken adventures. His girlfriend dislikes me immensely, because she doesn’t like her boyfriend getting along with girls, and the way this has unfolded has been very amusing. It’s very junior high-ish. Office politics are silly. Anyway, Tuesday night was one of those times when you have a conversation with someone and realize that you’ve become friends, which was nice.

I was supposed to go to The Boy’s last night, especially since there are now cats at his place, but he had to work late, and I didn’t feel well, so I went home, did laundry, and crashed. I really need to start packing up the apartment and getting ready to move, which is a hassle.

Other than that, I am simply looking forward to a four-day weekend. It doesn’t feel like Christmas; I guess I’m bombarded with all the X-Mas stuff so much everyday that I just don’t see it. I will be thankful, however, that I am not working at B&N café.

Typically girly reunion only with out the shrieking. (And we are frothy as opposed to bubbly, but we certainly do not shriek!)

Me: Aw, Sebastian, I miss having you around to open doors for me.
Sebastian: Find yourself a boyfriend with some manners!

(Well that boy we were going to cat fight over now IS all mine!)

In 95 degree weather, Sebastian removes his suit jacket. Notices me, sprawled out on the couch my jeans rolled up, my tank top out of place, and APOLOGIZES because a gentlemen never removes his coat in front of a lady. I sit up and remark on my indecency by aristocratic standards. He quotes something about beauty to God makes it still decent. How euphenistic.

“All right now just pretend that whole last exchange never happened. How do you like this?”

“As a fond memory or a disturbing memory?”

Me: Maybe I have “O” type blood too, because I never get bitten by mosquitoes.
Laura: Or maybe it’s just the blood alcohol level

“I was really paranoid about running over his foot”

The “ha-ha”

Politically correct baby blankets, Rousseau-ian child rearing, “well, i guess he won’t be hearing from us anytime soon”

N: So I have to go to confession for the right time in like, 90 years and I’m going to be like “I don’t remember all my sins, but they were pretty much all the same…””
F: (interrupting) “I hate people. I make fun of people. I am generally hateful towards most people….”
Laura: Wow. Maybe you need to join our misanthropy club.

Lecture series: Coming soon to a campus near you.

Sebastian and I are going to have a television show called “The Monarchist and the Libertarian.”

Sebastian: Your Libertarian principles are rubbing off on me! I think I should have the right to choose to be stupid!

Our problem is that we’re too grounded. Both of us have to make a pact to be more pie in the sky
~Brent. Clearly drunk

Me: …so he read Atlas Shrugged to impress me, things didn’t work out, and now he’s quoting Ayn Rand in his away messages and making himself look like a fool
Brent: Yeah, you shouldn’t do that to people
Me: It’s not my fault! He’s weird. His nickname was Satan in high school. That was Ryan’s nickname in high-school. It’s not my fault!
Brent: Why do you always fall for the crazy ones?

Me: Singing country music and driving on twisty back roads is so much fun
Brent: Uck, you really are a republican now

Me: I covet a Kate Spade bag
Brent: You are such a republican

Me: (Commenting on Brent’s poor driving) You’re drifting to the right

Brent: Shut up stupid, you’re drifting to the right

This is sort of true.

Also, as everyone knows, I have crushes on literary characters. However, I recently realized that this is nothing new for me. I never had crushes on stupid teen stars I had crushes on characters in books.

Like in book 8 of the Little House on the Prarie series, when Almanzo Wilder comes to pick Laura up and take her home every weekend, because she’s teaching school 12 miles (i remember everything!) from home and living with people she hates. So he comes and rescues her every weekend, no matter how bad the weather is. I thought that was the most romantic thing ever.

Stolen, without permission, from the Hampshire DailyJolt

“Here’s the thing about politics: IT’S NOT AN EXPRESSION OF YOUR MORAL PURITY AND YOUR ETHICS AND YOUR PROBITY AND YOUR FOND DREAMS OF SOME UTOPIAN FUTURE. Progressive people constantly fail to get this … The system isn’t about ideals. The country doesn’t elect great leaders. It elects fucked-up people who for reasons of ego want to run the world”

-I’m not sure about that yet, but I’ll think on it.

“Anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.”

“You’ve gotta want it bad, cause it’s gonna put up a fight. It’s gonna say ‘You want free speech? Let’s see you acknowledge a man who’s words make your blood boil, and who’s standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours”

When I was home for Rosh Hassanah, pretending to be a good Jew, The American President was on every night on … TBS? It might have been something else, but anyway, they have this thing where they play a movie Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night, so, being bored, I watched the movie, at least in part, several times this weekend.

And Michael Douglas/Andrew Shepard should be president. He makes jokes! He plays pool! He makes integrity-ridden no-real-president-would-ever-make-or-he’d-be-out-in-the-next-election speeches AND gets the lobbyist chick. He’s like Clinton only younger and single!

He’d be a hell of a lot better than the current man in office.

My hate for George W. Bush, aka “only the second worst president…after Jamienne Studley” is growing steadily. I think by November, it will be so great, that if he wins, I will have to leave the country. But don’t hold me to that, because I’ll be a senior in college, and I’ll have to finish that before there can be any country leaving!

So there’s an entry. What more can you expect at 9:20 in the morning???

Upon Hearing My Complaints on Hippies Here

Brent: skidmore is like hampshire lite
Me: I KNOW
Brent: it’s like the six flags to disney world

Me: six flags tries to be disney world though, skidmore doesn’t try to be hampshire

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Hm. The espresso fumes have gotten to my brain and I have nothing to say about anything
Doing all this cafe/school stuff is turning me into an uber bitch, and a confused one at that. What day is it, where’d I put my keys, etc.

I’m going to attempt to quit my job due to the unhealthiness of it all. I’m also cheating on my live journals are whatstheword right now, but thats okay, because I also cheated on the away message rules. Hm. How incoherent.

Goal: Do less stuff next week.

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1) Stupid College Students

At my professors recommendation I read Allan Bloom’s The Closing of the American Mind. This put words to what I thought about most of the people I encountered when I was at Hampshire; that liberal students go to liberal colleges already knowing what they believe and encounter other equally liberal people and together they spend time explaining to each other why they agree with an already accepted point of view.

(I thought I was a liberal until I went to college)

I know I sound really self-righteous on the subject and I have a lot to learn, but I find myself getting frustrated by people for the same reasons I did in high school. A cult like mentality and an accepted canon that is the Ultimate Truth. But in high school, I opened my mouth about this and since I’ve gotten to college, I keep quiet. And now I’m anonymously writing about it on the Internet. Because I’m just so aware and all.

Anyway, moving on.

2) The Vagina Monologues

The goal of the Vagina Monolouges is to raise money to help stop violence against women. Skidmore is donating proceeds to the Rape Crisis Center. Its great that they are donating the money there, but they are helping people already affected by violence, they aren’t helping to STOP anything.

The audience of the Vagina Monologues is mostly women, because the content honestly alienates many men. Their problem, you say? Maybe so, but they aren’t seeing it, and even if they did, a ‘touching,’ pun not intended, performance of the vagina monologues isn’t going to stop a rapist. Furthermore, the Vagina Monologues are overdone, and are more a way of women to feel ‘empowered’ and ‘liberated.’ They should change their message/goal to donating money to women affected by violence. It’d as least be honest.

3) Snow, Snow Plowing, and Getting My Car Stuck

This is the most political issue of all!. Here’s why: The Albany area has recieved quite a lot of snow this year, more so then usual, even for Upstate NY. Because of this, Skidmore College has often had to hire outside help in order to clean walkways, parking lots, etc. However, the economy sucks right now, and Skidmore has a budget defecit. They really can’t afford to pay extra workers every time it snows. So, when there is only 2 inches of snow, they don’t bother cleaning the main parking lot. This is fine, you just park over the snow.

Except, over time, the snow melts a bit, gets packed down, re-freezes, etc, and basically turns into an annoying patch of ice. No problem to park over. Until it snows 14 inches and you have to dig your car out and your tire catches on the ice in just the right way so it won’t budge. That sucks. And its because Skidmore can’t afford to pay people to clean the parking lot every time it snows, because they have no money.

They have no money because the economy sucks.

The economy is a very political issue.

(And since I am a libertarian, this is the most important political issue of all, because it affects me)

QED