bleh. i hate monday.

As my uber-intelligent friend put it last week. “We were right the first time, Brittany, the world really is ending.” Yes, I replied, we should have known better by now, after learning what we did about not second guessing yourself on the LSAT. World markets tumble, oil below $90, OJ Simpson found guilty, the Rays are winning. Not going to lie, all signs point to yes. He thinks it´s what we need, as I ready to enter into a whole bunch of debt via grad school, I´m not so sure. Additionally, when discussing this yesterday with the only other politically minded person here, she brought up the point that the way that the government and subsequently, media outlets, are using the fear tactics again. I am shocked that I didn´t think of this in the same light immediately. Because afterall, the Bush administration has done little without first dredging up overwhelming feelings of fear in order to accomplish what they have wanted.

On another note, the U.S. just spent a few more billion dollars in pro American rhetoric for Iraq. Also, we cut funding to send birth contraceptives to six African countries. There´s a conspiracy if I´ve seen one. Disgust.

On a lighter note, I finished up my book at the neighborhood park yesterday. The sound of squeaky swings is something that I´ll always love. As I glanced up now and again to watch the kids play, I remembered all of the wild tricks we taught ourselves, and the crazy stunts we were willing to pull. Like swinging so hard and so high that you had a quick moment of airtime at the peak of the upswing. Or waiting until the perfect moment to jump off or to use the momentum of the swing to propel you into a full speed run right from the seat.  I love swinging. I was thoroughly annoyed by a group of local, what looked to be adult, hoodlums. They were hanging around in their hoodlum way and taking up precious space on the playground. Too bad I am too much of a wuss to say anything, that, and I don´t speak well enough to get that across even if I wasn´t.

Someone told me this weekend that I was too hard on myself. Lord, I hope not.

Family got a dog this weekend. His name is Chewy. He is a poodle, I think. He´s adorable, but only makes me miss Shelby all the more.

Reading over the U.S.S.C. “notable cases” for this term. I look forward to December 10. Finally trying Ashcroft and Bush´s dreamteam of idiots and Constitutional breaking policies in the aftermath of 9/11. Hm let´s see though. We´vegot a Conservativeve Court (as always), with mostly the same people that put him into office. I guess here´s the ultimate check of the “checks and balances” system. We´ll see. Vamos a ver.

Looks as if some crucial states turned blue (ever so slightly) this weekend. And in a time that I have begun questioning if I´ll ever get my absentee ballot, I´m ecstatic to see Florida as one of these states. Both parents, 2 very southern uncles and my blue collar family up in Ohio have all changed their tune. I guess if there´s a silver lining, that´s about it.

Books I need to read: What is the What, The Great Gatsby, Three Cups of Tea, The Audacity of Hope.

Started creating my very last schedule for UF. Looks like I will have only 1 class M, T, W at 12, which is beautiful. Except when you look at Thursday, which will consist of class that starts at 11, ends at 1, starts at 3 and goes until 8. I will need 15 “energy” assistants, one per week, because God knows I wont be able to handle that much class without it. However, my seminar of choice is Islam in Africa, which excites me.

I had a very strange mixed nightmare/dream last night. I was having to do my eyebrows with scissors and I kept cutting myself. Also, I was apparently seeing a psychologist about my love life.

I hate myself for being able to fall asleep so easily, even whilst watching movies. I have little discussions within my head that go back and forth, one side saying I need to stay up, because I am captured by the action of the screen and wont be able to recreate that the next day. The other side, the winning side, slyly responds by telling me that if I am tired, I should sleep, or just to shut my eyes, just for a second, just to see how it feels. (WC reference). Next thing I know, the movie is over and the person I was watching it with is waking me up, annoyed and telling me to go to bed. All the while I´m pleading (because by this time the latter side of my brain has won over) that no, I´m fine on the couch, really, I´m actually perfectly, if not more comfortable, and to please leave me alone. This is a little bit more difficult when I fall asleep in theatres. But that´s a whole nother can of worms. At any rate, I have to finish Maria, Full of Grace today. After the class from hell, that is.