- I was reading my rants page and I thought, "This is so negative!" So I have something positive to say for a change: I love you all.
- Sometimes I feel like Denison is this giant vampire sucking me dry. I'll be ready for a change when May comes around.
- What do I really think about Garden State? Find out.
- Is it just me or does every fine arts major senior have no inspiration whatsoever?
- There was some Republican type outside of the Student union at my school and he was trying to get people's support for Bush. He reminded me very much of a business man trying to sell a product in the way he was asking people to stop and listen to what he had to say. This election has got me down so bad; I feel like there's this big test coming up and all I want is to get it over with. What's worse is the thought that this puppet of a president actually has a chance of winning. It's hard to swallow that there are people who hate one president because he was getting a blow job, yet when another lies about going to war killing over a thousand US lives they think he's the second coming of Christ. I've come to the conclusion that people are Republicans because their parents are, and they've been drilled with anti-liberal propaganda all their lives. Now they can't fathom that Mommy and Daddy are probably wrong with their 2-cent judgements.
There are also a lot more Republicans on the campus than I thought watching all these people collect their Bush/Cheney posters from the Salesman. I felt a little better when I took a small sheet of paper and a sharpie, wrote "1049 US Killed for WMDs" held it up high across from the Salesman's table and had people just stare at my paper. A few people with their Bush/Cheney posters looked away, a few were shocked that the death toll was that high, some gave me support, and the Salesman and his Young Republican skipper just made their own sign saying "Saddam Hussein Killed 600 000 of his own people" For some reason their sign didn't help their cause (seeing it was the States who approved his request to gass the Kurds), but when I challenged them to a few fights on American Gladiators, they stopped talking to me. I'm sure they were afraid I was going to beat them at the Gauntlet. Nonetheless, I had to leave, but before I did, I wrote "Vive La France" on the back of my homemade sign and gave it to the Salesman as a souvenir.
- Something weird occured to me today. At the age I am now, my Mom had three kids. Imagine you having three kids all under the age of three running at your feet.
