Confusion

Call me old-fashioned, but, for the 18 years that my body has traversed this country, it has been a well-followed precident that having no money meant just that. Where did it change that "no" money actually condones the purchasing of a dehumidifyer, dresser, and new dish washing machine? I know that Lenin callled religion an opiate for the masses, ut this type of backward thought is an entirely new drug class altogether. Maybe, just maybe, this type of thought process goes along the line of spending to get out of economic depression?...fuck it.

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I've had a more than lustrous week. Monday and Tuesday were both spent in pure anticipation of Wednesday, which was my FBLA trip date to New York City, which was spent in anticipation of Friday, which is when my Gram came down and we went "ramming" all day. NYC was a drag, to say the very least. There's something about torrential rain mixed with taxi exahust and persistently violating police and fire engine sirens that just says "Why doesn't FBLA check the weather forcast?" One point two hours spent on a tour bus, wet, to get from the bottom of Central Park at 57th street down to the Financial Disctrict is more than a little asinine, especially when the subway could get you the same place in less than one fourth of that fucked up time, and even dry your clothes in the process as you watch the A, C, F, and 3 trains shoot by in front of you and barrel on into the terra firma once again. I can't help but feel incredibly sympathic towards those who had no choice but to expeprience New York City for the first time in this more-than-perverse way.

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Now I sit in Starbucks, on the 10th of November, and it's approximately 65 degrees fahrenheit outside. Couples sit with their grande peppermint mochas a venti caramel macchiatos on the outdoor patio as if it were fucking July, even though their beverages are bedeckt with festive Christmas colors and patterns. There is only one thing wrong with such a seemingly-harmonious scene...IT'S NOVEMBER, YOU FUCK. There should be hail the size of small cats and ice on the road thicker than the heel crusties of the Manor Care patients!! WHAT has happened to the Novembers of my childhood, the ones spent playing outside and eating [dirty] snow?! It is now only a remnant that has evaporated from my porous mind with the onset of global warming...but, HEY! I'd rather have a Venti Peppermint Mocha Latte sitting next to a palm tree anyway!

Terribly Happy (Oxy-MORONS)

Today was my (counts somewhat slowly)...fifth time in New York City, and, by far, the worst as far as weather goes. Rain with fog, laced with more taxis than lightpoles doesn't necessarily set the mood for a pleasant experience. And why is it that high schools would like their students to mature, and yet they systematically subject them to kids shows (i.e., the Sony Wonder Lab)? O, the retardation!

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Yesterday, which had been November 8th, 2006, marks the first time in my adult life that I have voted in a public election - I voted for Ed Rendell, John Peterson, and Bob Casey, because Rick Santorum is just a homophobic bigot more concerned with his "homosexual agenda" than the facts and figures of more pertinent things such as starvation. Now, November 9th, 2006, in response to the quick democratic coup in the Senate (HALLALUJA!), it has been reported that Defense Secretary, Donald Rumsfeld (possibly the only half-normal looking person in all of congress), will resign. But, old G. W. Bushy Bush doesn't skip a beat of course - he's already selected a replacement - Robert Gates, a former CIA chief, who is expected to shift several policies concerning the war in Iraq. Maybe (and that's a very non-full-throttle maybe), because of the now-current Democratic majority, it is possible to take back our country and make it into what it was meant to be in the first place.