More Political Irritation.

Some things threaten to break your mind before they break your heart.

On a slightly different note... Israel is really getting annoying.  Seriously.  It's like watching a toddler pitch a fit.  With missiles.  Not to say that the human lives of those soldiers isn't worth fighting for, but Is-rizzle is doing much more harm than good.  And oh, wouldn't it be ironic if they hit the building where those men were being housed?  *Shakes head*  Did they even try diplomacy, on the off-chance that something might come through?  Or was it kind of like starting a race and saying "Onetwothreego!" and streaking away before your opponent even has time to check his shoelace?  "Give'embackorwebomb*BOOM*" 

And here we have the Reader's Digest version of current events in Southwest Asia:

Isreal: "You have some of our soldiers!"  *NUKE*
Lebanon: "Aiiiiiiiiiiii!"
U.S.: "Errr... Ooh, looky!  Something in the opposite direction!"  *Stares at it*
Israel: "Iran, you looked at us funny!  You must be with THEM!"
Iran: "Wait, what?!"  *Aide hands PR guru a brief*  "Oh.  That thing."
Israel: *Threaten* *Threaten* *Threaten*
Everyone: *Cringe*
Lebanon: "Hey you guys...?"
Israel: *NUKE*  ...*NUKE*  *NUKE*  *NUKE*
Lebanon: "Aiiiiiiiiiiii!"
Iran: "Blah blah blah, neither confirm nor deny these allegations, but if it helps we have been working with Hezbollah for, um, oh.  I mean... Bad!"
France: "Vive la revolucion!"

Vive la revolucion indeed.

In the mean time, get me some Aleve.

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Fact-ion.

So there we sat in the broken apartment, clustered the three of us in the one place that was untouched.  The back door was wide open to the world, and a small square of light illuminated the wall of plant life which hid the highway so nearby.  After midnight, even in Antioch, nobody was on the roads.  R was seated at the computer, clicking through MySpace and reading LiveJournal comments aloud as they came in.  S was curled up on the papisan chair rubbing C's head; it was the only thing that would calm him down.  A pump-action shotgun lay on the floor beside them as they waited for the police to come.

They did, of course, but not until after three hours had passed.  As the officer walked in the door, K took one look and literally inhaled her soda.  "You thought he was cute, too, didn't you?"  R asked.  "Yeah...." the other girl replied, as sheepish as she could be while choking.  The officer came and went, but not before they had both noticed the wedding band.  An investigator showed up, deeming nearly everything unfit for fingerprints.  After helping the officer's, S resumed his seat on the floor.  R lit another cigarette, and the smoke dangled itself through the air.  Talk of astrology as a science began, and C rattled off numerous obscure details, surprising S and intriguing R.  Marlboros mixed in the air with rum and soda and easy talk as a complete stranger wearing purple gloves picked through the remaining belongings.  He had easy going of it -- everything was on the floor.

C sighed.  "Two days before I moved..."

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Well, Then.

So it would seem the literal shit has hit the proverbial fan.

Isreal is going to work on Lebanon in the own-your-face way.

And Iran is asserting its justifiable right to develop nuclear technologies.
Which I fully support.  I mean, really, they say they're going to use it for peaceful purposes, so why bother getting into a star-spangled snit about things until they violate that claim??  That's like paying interest on money you haven't yet borrowed.

Meanwhile, back on the ranch, I have uncovered an obsession with Hamlet's Ophelia, writing a poem thereof, and pre-Raphaelite artistry.

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What Day Is It?? No, Seriously...

GAHHHHHHHH!

I found a DVD copy of my favourite movie ((EVER)) at Wal-Mart for $5.50.  *Long, High-Pitched Squeal*

Dead Again: A story of murder, revenge, true love, and past lives ...To put it in the insanely Reader's-Digest form.  I cry -- literally, bawling, cry -- every time I see this movie.  Because it's just so beautiful.  We need to have a movie night at my house and watch it.

And it looks like I'm going to reside in a dorm, instead of the ever-so-fabulous apartment.  I've been doing a lot of thinking about that, and it just seems like the most logical, cheapest thing.  Because if I'm leaving in two years to another dormitory anyway, it wouldn't make sense to set up complete house.  And if I study abroad like I want to, that would be even more screwing over of the self.

So rawr.  No mad-rad house-warming party.  Boo.  *Weeps*  But it's for the best.

...Just remind me that this was my choice when my roommate turns out to be an aggressive butch-lesbian satanist and the asbestos starts speaking in tongues.  O_O  Egad!!

So yeah.  Good day.  Nothin' like Panera Bread-vintage-stores-free-concerts-and-espresso-beans-with-a//the-Vegan.  Woohoo!

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What Kelly Did the Night Before MTSU Customs.

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