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yup...all day. clicking to see if any spaces opened up in my classes. yesterday was fruitless. this morning there was one seat in 609, graduate poetry seminar. So i nabbed it.

one down, three to go.

and i've already bought a ticket for a toad show for tuesday the 4th, and i really don't wanna get stuck with a tuesday class now (also that one is a 7-10) which i don't want all my classes to be (2 will be at least). erg.

wishful thinking.

eek roswell in 9 minutes...must type fast.

anyway. i went to school today to buy a parking permit. One hundred twenty six freakin dollars. That of course if for the privelage of gettting school hours before a class to sit and wait in the parking lot for SOMEone to move.

so i figured i should at least do something else while i was there, so i schlepped across campus to the bookstore to see my books. i decided to buy the ones for the class i have (four of them), and on a whim decided to buy for two classes i don't have yet but want to add. The fourth class is offered twice and even if i get it, i'm not sure what time, so i bought none.

so maybe by buying the books already i somehow can influence the ptb to let me into these classes...otherwise it will be a pain in my ass to return them, and also, i will cry. and we don't want that.

totals of the day: two anthologies, two theory books, three poetry books, a parking permit= 326 dollars.

weee. let us all pray together that i get some sort of financial aid (government, parents, what have you) before my credit card bill is due.

rosweeeeeeeeel. ;)

don't hate me. i need to post this.

i can not adequately explain how bothered i am by the "not in our name" campaign. i mean, wanting peace is one thing. who doesn't? but peace and ignorance and brainwashing and propaganda is another thing all together. hi, let's lump all the worlds problems, everything bad that's happening to people all over and blame that on ourselves. or rather the government that does not represent us. fuck that. it does. i'm not a republican. i hate war. it sucks. i also i hate george w. bush. i really do. i was so extremely upset when he got the presidency...but god damn, at least he realizes sometimes action has to be taken. and why the hell isn't it the world's priority to get a murderous dictator who supports terrorism out of power? i wish anyone could be in my house for a minute every time a bomb goes off in israel or people are otherwise killed there. who lives near there? what time is it now? can we call yet? it breaks my heart to think about my 17 year old cousin in Tel Aviv who volunteers as an emt, and sometimes gets the fun job of collecting body parts. And that i can never visit her.

And then there are fucked up countries like France. Far more concerned about oil than we are, let's not forget. Don't hurt Iraq. Violence is bad. Unless you are a Jew living here in France where we hate you, then it's ok. Bad Americans. Bad. Until we get invaded again and need you to save us. again. Have you seen the Robin Williams stand up bit about this? brilliant.

anyway, i know everyone disagrees with me. all my friends do. i hope i didn't piss off sykopoet too bad when i commented in her journal on this issue, i didn't mean to. the only people who agree are my family, and maybe i'm influenced by them. but i really feel alone, and so so right. it's a horrible feeling. i wrote a poem about this feeling last year and i got asked "is this tongue in cheek?". No! I mean it. Be me for a minute and try to feel differently.

Sorry. end rant.