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One Day Down, 1460 Left to Go
Nov. 4th, 2004 05:52 pmThe shame is still there. The American people are going to have to earn my trust, respect and faith back. It'll take a lot. As for Bush, despite what he's saying, he will never have my trust or respect. I can't respect a man who can't even pronounce nuclear--its not "new-cue-ler".
But I'm out of my funk, at least for now. I think I'll start throwing things if I even hear Bush's voice. I wore all black today and I painted my nails black too as a sign of mourning, but other than that I'm all good.
Saw Farenheit 9/11 last night too, finally. Ironic, really. It was good, not as good as Bowling for Columbine, but good. Emotional too. I felt for that woman...I think her name was Lila Lipscomb or something...the one who lost her son in a helicopter crash in Iraq. *sigh* Dragged me even further into my depression. So long as I don't think about the next four years all should be good.
I spent basically all day getting my head around this new story idea I have. The jist? It's a post-apocalyptic world, and the land has been taken over by an evil tyrant determined to stamp out all magic once and for all. Seven people who've been shipped off to an island prison to await execution for being "heretics" decide to do something about it.
Never written anything post-apocalyptic. Or with vampires. Or with people who change into panthers and wolves.
We're starting to really get into 1984 now. Of course I already know what happens, I read it already. In Creative Writing we're doing nursery rhymes and limericks for some reason. And in World Religions we've moved onto Judaism. Uhh, that's about it. Oh, a lot of people dressed in black today too. Rock on!
But I'm out of my funk, at least for now. I think I'll start throwing things if I even hear Bush's voice. I wore all black today and I painted my nails black too as a sign of mourning, but other than that I'm all good.
Saw Farenheit 9/11 last night too, finally. Ironic, really. It was good, not as good as Bowling for Columbine, but good. Emotional too. I felt for that woman...I think her name was Lila Lipscomb or something...the one who lost her son in a helicopter crash in Iraq. *sigh* Dragged me even further into my depression. So long as I don't think about the next four years all should be good.
I spent basically all day getting my head around this new story idea I have. The jist? It's a post-apocalyptic world, and the land has been taken over by an evil tyrant determined to stamp out all magic once and for all. Seven people who've been shipped off to an island prison to await execution for being "heretics" decide to do something about it.
Never written anything post-apocalyptic. Or with vampires. Or with people who change into panthers and wolves.
We're starting to really get into 1984 now. Of course I already know what happens, I read it already. In Creative Writing we're doing nursery rhymes and limericks for some reason. And in World Religions we've moved onto Judaism. Uhh, that's about it. Oh, a lot of people dressed in black today too. Rock on!
