Some days, I am Seeräuber Jenny.

Mormons ruin yet another thing.

Okay, so I know that the Burmese military junta would have found some other excuse to put Aung San Suu Kyi back in jail or extend her house arrest, even if that stupid fucking guy hadn't swam to her house. But still! What the fuck were you thinking, asshole?
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/may/18/burma-suu-kyi-trial

So, once again, she is on trial. Because I am an optimist idiot, I had thought in fall 2007 that the mass protests of the monks would have finally pushed the military government out. Obviously, that hasn't happened. And, like so many other incredibly depressing instances of deprivation and oppression in the world (and in this country), I feel like a lame sad moron because all I can do is sit around, signing online petitions, waiting to see what comes next.


In totally stupid and unimportant "news", I have found this weekend that wearing my glasses while watching Tina Fey on 30 Rock makes me feel even more like Liz Lemon is a lot like future me will be. Please make sure I don't have any lettuce in my hair today, world.

When I think that I'm over you, I'm overpowered.

Two things are happening.
One, one of my students has the swine flu. I find this hilarious. If I start vomiting and losing fluids and shit, we will know the cause. If this happens and I get quarantined for a week at home, like my student, please leave me some soup/tamiflu on the stoop. I'll come out to get it after you've retreated to safe distance.

The other: tomorrow night, I have a date to go drink downtown with a boy who has been flirting with me by telling me, repeatedly, that he's not my type and we probably don't have anything in common. This is probably true, because he's a 30 year old waiter/actor who just got out of a long-term relationship, makes rap music on the side, doesn't think he's that smart, and a whole host of other things. He's into his car! I have never even imagined dating someone who's really into their fucking car.

And yet I'm going on this date anyway. To answer your question, yes, he's really fucking attractive. And, you know, also seems like a sweet guy despite all the warning signs. I'm kind of excited about the potential for this to be one big crazy mistake, I tell you what.

...

http://www.mtv.com/videos/movie-trailers/380369/mega-shark-vs-giant-octopus.jhtml

What? Let me ask that again...what???

You should read all of this, because it's pretty great.

BN knows what's up. You don't have to read the question, what's really important is his response.

http://www.blognigger.com/2008/12/ask-blognigger-lexapro.html

There's a good follow-up here too, if you want more: http://streetbonersandtvcarnage.com/blog/ask-blognigger-i-hate-myself-and-i-want-to-die/

I think all of this is pretty important, of course, because there have been a lot of times either I've worried or people I know have worried both about being unhappy forever, and about taking drugs that will "change" them and that they'll have to rely on. When I think about the idea of taking pills every day for the rest of my life, it seems pretty bad, until I think about the idea of being a miserable sad shit for the rest of my life. Somehow that puts a lot of things in perspective.

To live should be to enjoy things, be happy, to love good people and do good work. And there are a hundred million things that can go wrong with that, but if one of them's the weird chemicals in your brain and you can fix it, why not fix it?

Telling facts about my adolescence.

Apropos of nothing (or, okay, of Choire Sicha saying words), I was reminded of being at a sushi restaurant with my immediate family in the summer of 2002, hearing my stepfather order a "9-1-1 Roll" as a "9/11 Roll".

he still hasn't shut up!

a: omg I am on the phone with some internet dood
a: it is terrible
y: HAHA
a: listening to him go on
a: jesus boy shut it
y: AHAHA
y: well when you get of of the phone, watch those videos
a: yes ma'am I am looking forward to it
y: tell the boy to shut it
a: it is impossible
y: be like 'oh shit my phone is about to die, i gotta go!'
a: when I can't get him to even stop taaaaalking
a: haha
a: I wish I was bolder
a: and could pull that off
y: haha
y: tell him you have to go, you have another call
a: jesus god he's talking on and on about his old relationships
a: we haven't even met yet
y: haha
y: can't he hear you typing?
a: not over the sound of his own voice?
y: hahaha

Eureka!

The Albertson's by my house has Vernors! Who would have thought the sweet gingery concoction would pass my lips ere I lived so far west of the Mississippi...
I bought a six-pack, and am on my second of the evening. The first was too warm, but the second is just lovely, all comfortable green and gold can and memories of my grandparents and slow little sips that time I had scarlet fever as a child.

"The windless sea of 21st century progress".

For no discernible reason, today feels like it might be the day I lose it. I left the house in dirty/unappealing clothes, missed Korean class, rode a bus to school that was uncharacteristically filled with the dying and decrepit, sat through visitor-less office hours, ate disgusting vegetable enchiladas, and am now sitting in an empty classroom next to the classroom in which my class is held in. The class will begin in 5 minutes. I need to get up and walk next door in the next five minutes. I feel very hot and a little nauseous and I would like to go home now, please.

This weekend, I learned who Clinton Jencks was.

me: and I guess it's just crazy too to realize how strong unions used to be in america
that locals would have classes, social events, etc
and to think how weird it is that unions have become this sort of strange force...seen as corrupt and bloated in certain sectors
I dunno!
it's so much I just didn't know about
Inkoo: yeah
i learned about neoliberalism in my sovereignty class last quarter
and now i can't stop thinking about how it's affected like probably every aspect of my life
since we are children of the 80s
and 90s
and how now that neoliberalism and capitalism has barfed and shit all over itself, we might have a fresh start
me: it's true!
I hope that is what happens
time to go red again
I mean, why the fuck not?
Inkoo: because it's unholy!
jesus loves capitalism
that's clearly why he wanted all the rich men to have a monopoly on the eyes of needles
Sent at 11:38 PM on Monday
me: hahaha
oh that statement makes me happy

Inkoo is busy. You may be interrupting.


Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go read a great deal more about anti-communism's destruction of the labor movement, the civil rights era sit-ins, a big excerpt from Negroes with Guns, and probably some shit about Berkeley in there for good measure! American history, ladies and gentlemen!

Yes.

Something I learned today.

It's hard to be liked by boys who are also poets, because then they will write poetry about you. Or, worse, as in today, write poetry that certainly seems to be about you, then claim that it isn't...

Something I learned last night is that everyone, even people who don't like stand-up comedy, find Louis C.K. talking about white privilege excellent. And it is!

In related news, on Gawker a day or two ago Alex Pareene posted this little news tidbit about New York's first black AND first blind governor, David Paterson, being sued by someone who claimed he was fired for being white. After making fun of the dude, Pareene ended the article by reminding everyone that "reverse racism" does not, in fact, exist. And that made me happy.
Then I read the comments to the post, in which a lot of white people claimed that "reverse racism" does in fact exist, even trying to read into Pareene's very explicit statement that he did in fact think you can discriminate against the whites. And then I was glad, that I am no longer in college, and thus no longer have to hang out with stupid white people.

Luckily, faith in humanity was restored when someone quipped "Today as everyday, I cried big tears for all the injustices white men suffer."

Now, back to the books! Also, Pareene, if you ever don't have that girlfriend you have, I'd like to make out with you?

I also wanted to mention that this morning, I found a text from my youngest sister asking me simply "Donald or Daffy Duck?". I responded "Daffy", and a few hours later was told that "That is correct".
She is about to turn seventeen. In a way this conversation heartens me, because she's quite pretty, and I would like boys to stay away from her for as long as possible.