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So there's this girl.
I had a thing for her in the very beginning of the semester and I went for it.
It turned out to be not quite what I was looking for. I was looking for something a little more serious.
And then she turned into something a little more serious.
So now I have a girlfriend.
Wish me luck.

Cody? Je ne sais pas...

What's worse than falling behind in a foreign language class?

Losing the book for said class. That pretty much spells failure.

Guess what I did? Yes, I lost the stupid book.

But this story gets better for me. I went to see my french professor during her office hours for a little bit of assistance I was having trouble with. During our conversation, she said, "Well it will help a lot if you look on page 264 of your text book. Do you have your book with you?"

I reminded her that I had accidentally left in under my desk in class a couple weeks ago, and I didn't have $100 to buy another one (expensive even used), and to make a short story shorter, she blessed with the privilege of borrowing her brand spanking new teachers edition of the textbook until the end of the semester. Merci beaucoup Madame Aponte!

Political insomniac

So I can't sleep, and I've decided to delve into a light reflection on the presidential debate from this evening.
Both candidates were on top of their game tonight, offering up quick and intelligent rebuttals to each others arguments. My final opinion on them is that they have far more in common than most notice, or care to pay attention to.
Both McCain and Obama are rallying under the "change" flag when I highly doubt either one will truly change this country into anything more spectacular than it is now. Both are most likely interested in propagating the advancement of their own wealth, which is understandably human, but seems less than such when proclaiming to be just the opposite. Did that sentence make sense?
Anyways, however cliche, it comes down to choosing the lesser of two evils. I'm really not a huge fan of politicians to begin with, but seeing as I'm given the right to vote in this country, whether or not my vote has any impact, I enjoy exercising my right.
Now I have been pretty much set on my vote for Obama, and the more I see of him and McCain, the more I feel like I couldn't vote for John McCain. He throws in too much with the Bush ideas of "staying the course" and "doing the hard work." It's just political bullshit. If anyone is going to bring a fresh face and point of view to D.C., it's senator Barack Obama, so I'm officially voting for him. Why? Because I believe that he's what this country needs, at least more so than this country needs another fiscally conservative Republican president. He may be inexperienced, he may be different than all the others who could be in his position as of now, but he seems to have a good head on his shoulders, and a large (functioning) brain in his head, therefore I'm voting Obama. I hope I won't regret my decision in the future. Don't let me down Barack; I'm pulling for you.

a little bit of ginsberg-esque-ness lol

I walk beneath stripped-down streetlights,
Basking in the radiant glow of industrialism.
People gliding where they will,
Hiding in their philosophical congestion.
Hiding behind dusty mirrors,
They fill their cups with the special of the day.
Narcissism plus tax on sale today.
They spend their time spending money,
Spending time, spending money,
Trapped in fresh design of illusion,
Running from beautiful disenchantment.
I hope I’m free, leaping out
Of this cave, and not leaping into another.

Bullshit, anyone?

The more I think about religion and the existence of God, the more ridiculous it sounds. The notion that there could be a giant magical man in the sky who has always existed and will always exist, can hear and see all your thoughts, created the universe by some unknown power and continues to control and rule over every second of every day according to a perfect plan that he works out with an all-powerful hand and an all-knowing mind sounds like a giant, heaping load of hot, stinking bull shit. Wow, that was a run-on sentence. Anyways, yeah, I'm an atheist.

Christian, the Christian.

Today on my break from my English class, I wondered over to the large common area of the college campus. I noticed several people dressed in the same color purple shirt standing around a couple of people with books in their hands. As I drew closer, my suspicions were confirmed: Christian messengers spreading the good news. I smiled slightly and sat down on a short wall near enough to them so I was able to clearly hear their conversation. If I was lucky, maybe one of them would even attempt to guide my poor, poor soul to the Lord, that I may repent of my sins and know the love of God.
As I sat and listened, I realized how much distaste I have for Christians, especially the type who invade college campuses in groups in attempts to herd people into their lies. I understand that my diction may sounds a little bit harsh, but sometimes I write when I’m truly annoyed, and this is definitely one of those instances.
Anyways, as I was sitting there watching a guy whom I knew from valley bible attempt to talk this young girl into his B.S., I noticed another familiar person across the way, with yet another shining bible resting in his palm. It was a flash-back. The guy standing there was none other than Christian (ironically enough), the boy who was baptized during the same ceremony as myself. We’ve clearly gone down different roads; he towards the loving arms of Jesus, and myself into the fiery pits or hell, depending of course on how you look at it. I see myself as wiping my eyes clean of the years of deceit and self-delusion and coming into a more complete and realistic view of reality, while I see him as plunging himself deeper into the sad, fairy-tale depths of self-deceit and wishful thinking.
All this thinking merely from the sight of these people, incredible. I really wish one of them would have come over to me so I could open his eyes, but alas, no such luck.