so.

yeah. um. i'm happy to report that my taping went well today. i got both angel and roswell recorded successfully. the last five minutes or so of angel were cut off by a special report (since i was taping an east coast feed) but i had a backup i recorded at regular pacific time. lesser quality. but watchable. so i watched it, then roswell, which made me cry. as if i haven't been doing enough of that lately.

there was a walk out at school tonight. just like the prof on monday said there would be. only two ppl left class, one of which was my best friend. we could hear them, every so often, chanting oh so unoriginal slogans and whatnot, but for the most part class went on as usual.

so my friend called me, just as i was leaving class. she said she'd never felt so good being flipped off by so many people. i told her at least she made someone happy. she asked what was wrong, if i wanted to talk, yadda yadda. and i almost totally let loose on her. i told her that i didn't want to talk to her about this, cuz we would only yell at each other. and that it was nothing personal, but i found her perspective so horrible and so hurtful, and i didn't want to vent my anger on her. she said she understood and respected that, and thanked me. i told her i loved her and would talk to her tomorrow.

but its so hard. the more i think about it, the stronger i feel about it, and the more i want to do something, and the more i get frustrated that i can't even SPEAK out. my father told me to seek out Hillel (campus jewish organization) on campus...but i'm not sure i want to. i don't have time anyway.

my teacher tonight kept referring to the president as 'the moron'...and as much as i'm inclined to agree under regular circumstances, i found it really inappropriate.

oh and another thing. in my medieval lit class, someone posted a poster up of a pretty arab girl with head covering and deep sorrowful eyes. it said "is it worth her life to get to sadam?" i was so enraged i nearly tore it from the wall. which i would have done if no one was around. propaganda anyone? i was fuming mad.

my dad talked to his sister in israel today. she says they're not worried. haven't taped up the windows or anything. haven't dusted off the gas masks. business as usual.

my mom still refuses to call HER sister in israel. its like she doesn't want to know or something...

anyway. its ten after 1. and tomorrow i gotta start my paper for medieval lit. aka paper #3 from hell.

goodnight.

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so mom called her sister finally, yesterday. her son is back in washington, the govt. is renting them an apt.

i was watching the english language news on the israeli network (its weird, i know) and they said people were instructed to take their gasmasks to work or school. they were talking to like a 7 year old who spoke english really well. its hard for me to follow news in hebrew because they use a lot of words that just aren't in my vocabulary. my dad never much talked about his days in the army. not with us, and not really with his friends. and even so, there's a bunch of newlyformed words that are unknown to us. my dad always gets excited when he learns a new word.

oh, and guess what. sadam's already a proven liar (big shock, i know). this morning he fired scuds into kuwait. you know, those misiles he said explicitly that he didn't have...

i should go read whatever the hell i have to read for poetry class. i hate these school computers anyway...

laters.

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ok, one more thing. lisa informed me in her journal about the 'vomit-in' in san francisco. and if that isn't bad enough in it of itself, i found this at yahoonews. "At the city's Federal Courthouse, at least two protesters took medicine that induced them to vomit. Some in the crowd flew Iraqi, Palestinian and French flags."

fine, they're sickened. gross that they think vomiting on purpose is gonna do any good, and horrifying is flying those flags. why don't they just fucking wear "i heart osama" or "hurray for terrorists" or "we support murderers for peace" t-shirts?

give me a fucking break.