Florida is kinda weird. People drive like idiots and seem to think pink is a really great color to paint any and all buildings.
But I had fun. Movies, Universal’s Five Islands of Adventure [where Justin got to meet Doctor Doom, which he is still gushing about nonstop], seafood in Clearwater, playing cards with Justin’s family, and strange little kids in airports.
And it’s good to be home.
Dear Clothing Manufacturers,
Please stop making ugly clothes. Especially ugly sweaters. My aunt doesn’t know any better and she continually buys really ugly sweaters and/or ill-fitting animal print shirts, without fail, every Christmas for my sisters and I.
Whitney and I were spared this year and actually got decent sweaters. I give you no credit for this. It was undoubtedly divine intervention.
Caroline, however, got the worst sweater I’ve seen in quite some time. People should know better than to buy my sweet, funky little sister a sweater that no one over the age of two could get away with.
If you continue to make really, really ugly clothing — as I suspect you will — please consider marking it with a warning. Something to the effect of “May not be suitable for all gift recipients” would be appropriate.
Thank you,
Katie
Mom will get her wish of a white Christmas. She’s rather hung up on the idea and has talked of nothing else since I’ve been home.
It snowed most of yesterday. Last night, I had the annual delight of sliding around corners in the Grand Marquis. If any of you are thinking that an old-folk car would be fun to drive, please reconsider if you will be driving on ice, snow, slush, or any such winter precipitation.
And then today when I had the lovely chance to drive Mom’s minivan, a large chunk of ice flew off the Roto Rooter truck in front of me on the highway and put a tiny crack in the windshield. I’m sure it’s a very expensive windshield as it has a metal layer that serves as the van’s antenna, but hopefully it’ll be one of those five minute, ten dollar fixes. Oh well, it’s not my fucking minivan.
So the roads are all slush, the grass is covered in snow, and Mom is happy.
My only concern is that things are cleared up enough that my flight to Tampa Thursday morning is on time and hassle-free. I’m going to Florida with Justin for a few days. Staying with his family. He’s warned me repeatedly not to get my hopes up. Either way, I’m getting away from my parents for four days and that’s never a bad thing.
[Note: Probably no net access while I'm gone -- not that I'd ever tie myself to a computer on a vacation -- so you may not hear from me until I reveal whatever silly things end up happening at whatever New Year's Eve party I go to.]
Back in Wichita for break. Nice to live in a house of 5 people rather than 50 for a bit.
I finished up my Christmas/Mom’s Birthday shopping today. Went out to dinner and saw LOTR: Two Towers tonight. [Two thumbs up if my vote counts.]
Oh. And my parents got me a moped for Christmas. Black, new [had been sitting on showroom floor a while] 2001 Honda Elite 50. I am not allowed to see it until the 25th. But that’ll be perfect for me. Don’t have to fight for parking on campus, but can still drive it in the restricted areas without a permit. Of course, I’d been coaching them towards this purchase for the past few months.
They’d talked about giving me Dad’s old beat up 1989 Ford Ranger, and if I thought for a minute I could find a spare place to park a car in any of the lots on Alumni Place, I might have considered it. But by the time I usually come home from Justin’s in the evening, every spot is filled and I’m not going to park all the way down in the “rape lot” and then attempt to walk back in the dark. Nope.
I’ll get to park my zippy little moped right under the fire escape. Drive it right past Judy’s window every night, and drive her crazy. I rationalize this as payback for all the sleep I lost when she tried to pull her frequent all-nighters.
Rambling here, yes. Half asleep. Sorry. G’night and Merry Christmas.
First, Trent Lott resigns as Republican Leader. Then, the mefi posse starts discussing all the “what happens now?” aspects of the recent scandal. Doubtless people are talking about it around the water cooler, and probably in my dorm lobby too.
Okay, everybody hold up a minute. You’re saying there are “lots” of southern senators [Lott, Nickles, et al] who are [possibly] racist. And you say this is bad and we sure hope that none of them take Lott’s place.
Pause a minute. Think.
These guys got elected, yes? Because voters chose them, right? So this means…maybe southern voters are okay with having vaguely racist leaders? Maybe they chose who best represents and supports their opinions and principles?
They’re there because the people put them there. So by being the bigots they are reported to be, they’re doing a very important job: representing the majority of voters in the states that elected them.
I’m not condoning racism. You know that. Racism is bad and ugly.
My point is that shutting up a few racist in the Senate is like putting a band-aid over a cold sore. The virus is still there, you just don’t have to look at it. You’re just hiding the visible part of a large number of people who, whether they’ll admit it or not, have racist feelings.
So don’t think that Trent stepping down will make racism any less of a contemporary problem in America. Don’t rejoice too much over little more than an aesthetic victory.
Thus endeth the latest of my rare political rants.
In an ideal world, I would be asleep right now because I have to get up early and finish my last-second cramming for the two finals I have tomorrow.
In the real world, I am a dumbass and thought that if I drank a cup of coffee, it would somehow help me study. However, I gave up on studying [actually, I got all the poems I needed to memorize vaguely kinda memorized, so I declared myself done] about the same time I finished off my coffee.
So now I cannot sleep and I want to kill something.
Also, my mother called me today to announce that she and a coworker rescued a four week old kitten who had some sort of infection because it got beat up by a big mean tomcat, and would I like to give it to Justin for Christmas? Mom knows how much I want to have a cat up here, but Justin’s roommates have declared that once Shannon moves out and takes his cat with him, there will be No More Cats. So now I have to think about how a poor little kitten will be euthanized because I can’t find someone to pawn it off on. Thanks, Mom.
So, uh, anyone in eastern Kansas want an adorable black and white kitty? We’ll get the poor thing antibioticated and in perfect health again if you’ll give it a home.
I often think of
the sweet gig I could have right
now. Cue the facepalm.
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