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"Let me tell you something about being the mayor of a small city - it's kind of like being a community outreach organizer, except you actually have responsibilities."
-Sarah Palin

"I didn't need focus groups and voter polls when I ran for mayor, because I knew the people. And I'm running now for the people."
-Sarah Palin

"I'm just a simple hockey mom."
-Sarah Palin

Um. Yes. This is exactly what I want in the White House. A hockey mom. Who the f cares about her daughter, I care that she thinks that running for mayor of a city of 6,500 is comparable to running for President. And not quite sure what is bothering the Republicans so much about Obama's 'community outreach' experience - it's not like he's running with that as his calling card. Not to mention her bashing the 'Washington Elite.' I'm so sick of hearing everybody talk about the Washington Elite - anyone running for President is Washington Elite, what do they think John McCain, 4-term United States Senator is?

Also, why is McCain the one casting stones at Obama for being an elitist for going to 'fancy schools?' Wasn't the goal of American educators to get students to become high achievers that deserve and earn a spot in those 'fancy schools?' I feel so frustrated whenever people get bashed for being elitists for valuing different things than the 'average American' - whatever that is. It's punishment for achieving more than someone else is able to - very Fahrenheit 451 (my favorite passage, when the chief is talking to Montag, talking about the 'boy who had all the answers - and how they hated him.'). Not to mention, McCain is the one who came from wealth, married into wealth, and has so many homes that he can't remember how many he has. Why is it whenever candidates try to 'relate to the common people,' they end up coming off as pompous assholes. Eat your arugula, visit your houses, don't cast stones at other peoples education or wealth.

Oh and no, Rudy Giuliani, just because Sarah Palin was the 'mayor of a city' does not mean that she would be able to handle 9/11 if it occured while she was President.

My God, she's the fucking governor of Alaska.

Yes.

i don't even know what to say to my mother on day's like mothers day. because i honestly don't feel anything that tells me to celebrate it.

a lot has been happening lately, and i don't even know what to write. i got my license on monday (!) and i'm so happy. seriously, best feeling ever. went cruising with emily, and she's such a cutie. tried to go with emma, but that didn't work out so well. we got as far as the middle school parking lot, where these middle school boys were checking us out. i almost ran over their baseball. it was fun. i'm working 20 fucking hours this week, i almost feel grown up.

for job shadow i still haven't set up anything, but i might ask Dr. Marcella Sorg at UMaine, since she's one of only fifty forensic anthropologists in the US, which is cool. i don't know if she'll be doing anything interesting though. so we'll see.

i've just realized how stressful senior year is going to be. now that i'm interested in forensics, i actually have to do my science stuff. so i'm doing extra credit bio stuff, etc. next year i'm doubling up in chemistry and anatomy and physiology. then senior year i will have:
-AP english lit
-AP physics
-AP calculus
-french 5
-problems of democracy
-band
-some PE credits or whatever
-and they might offer forensics senior year, so that. plus biotech at CATC.

isn't senior year supposed to be easy? i'm going for my license in 2 weeks, gah! i'm so excited!

fuck. i hate it when i'm woken up at insane hours of the morning by my family because hey, it doesn't matter that one person in the family still needs sleep. especially at my mom's house, which is both smaller and has thinner walls than my house. i am seriously considering trying to go back to staying with my dad full time, i hate switching houses so much.

hahaha, sorry for my *nerdiness* guys, but i cannot stop laughing. apparantly in buffy season eight, which is on comics, which is why i haven't checked it out, she sleeps with a woman. and while i don't have a problem with it...

ahahahahaha. it is marissa/alex ALL over again. fuck that shit, put marissa with ryan and buffy with spike.

*nerd rant over*

i really want to see this. thug life? high as a fucking kite? paper plane? seth rogen? i'm there.

(not to mention fucking james franco, darryl from the office, and a total oc parody.)

i really like that hillary called russia's support of iran's nuclear power "mischief".

it has a nice ring to it. bitch is the new black.

so i just watched a speech that hillary is giving now in virginia, and she kept bashing bush, and then she said "even the republicans" (as if they were not worthy of her mentioning them) "understood that we were all in this together." now, i admire and respect her, but seriously? the republicans don't understand that "we're all in this together" (vaguely high school musical sounding, now that i think about it), but she CLEARLY does, as at every opportunity she is bashing them. it's getting freaking annoying,

on my progress report (which suuucked) it says that i talk too much in french. which is complete silliness, as i talk the most to mr. poulin, since we're besties. he's such a trickster.

i really want to go skiing! will someone take me? as in mikheil, put a plan together, as i really want a replay of you falling on your face!

gah! the writers strike is overrrrr, i'm so happy! finally the office, gossip girl, and desperate housewives can come back. i need john krasinski/the gossip... boys in my life on a regular basis again.

hillary and obama are both coming to maine this saturday, but i don't think i'm going to go see them. already saw obama and shook his hand, don't really need a repeat. and hillary is coming at 9:30 in the morning, and i just don't feel like waking up that early! besides, i support obama now. i like hills, but hey, i actually get excited about obama. that just doesn't happen that often.

ummm trying to decide whether or not to do tennis again, but i'm leaning towards not. also, sending in for my lisence soon! so excited! although i haven't parallel parked since drivers ed, but whatevs. i'll improvise.

Thursday night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"

Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I wont give a shit.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause i am so bitter.
I said
"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."

Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.

Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',
and I purposely wont turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

i had a really fun shift at work today, the first in like 2 months! it was with amanda, which was sweet. when i walked in, she was like "you haven't worked in while, huh?" and i told her that i was panicking because i couldn't remember how to make anything. this turned out to be false. i did remember how to make things. which leaves me wondering if i will remember these recipes forever? this also makes me wonder why i wonder about this. but i love working at dairy queen now, even though most of the time i have nooo clue what i'm doing. such as when i took out the trash in the cold and while my hands were freezing off and it was dark and there were people creeping around the parking lot, so i ran and as it turns out i put the trash in the cardboard only dumpster. whatevs. i looked stupid enough, i think i earned the right for a mistake.

what i appreciate about dq is that everyone sings along to the radio. i always start singing and dancing around to songs in my head, so this works in my favor. i look slightly less schizo!

i have been listening to "foundations" by kate nash a lot lately, it is the perfect song, in my opinion. i found it by putting my ipod on shuffle, which strangely is also how i found the new found glory cover of my heart will go on, which is muy bien (little bmac shoutout).

wtf, apparantly heath ledger just died? i hate people dying.

christ. my mother is crazy. i came downstairs to empty the dishwasher, and said that the dinner (chicken stir fry?) was gross, and she flipped the fuck out. screaming about how i'm ungrateful and so many people don't have food to eat, and how elitist i am, and she slammed the dishwasher closed and broke four glasses. i apologized for being "rude" - although every kid on the planet practically has said exactly the same thing - and she continued to yell at me. anger issues much?

i really love to write. reading great writing just makes me want to write more. the same goes for seeing great movies. atonement was a great movie. it was probably the most cinematically beautifully movie i have ever seen, much like the book (except - the cinematically). i'm so glad i have writing seminar, because otherwise i'm afraid i wouldn't write on my own time, even though i enjoy writing (and am pretty talented). there's just so much to work on.

it's been a pretty good weekend, all in all. i'm trying to do homework, but instead have been reading old livejournal entries of like everyone, and i found stuff from eighth grade which seems so long ago, but they made me laugh regardless. funny thing: a lot of people's bffls have changed, but i've stayed with the same core group of friends for quite a while. three of them since elementary school. why is this?

meh i should be doing my biology animation project. but i won't. it's really the only class that i don't do my major projects for, just because.... it's biology. and i hate it. and i can't get up the motivation.

oh hello motivation, kanye just came on my ipod. oh wait... gone again.

i love my bffls so much, i'm glad that we squeeze some time in every weekend, even if it's at eleven at night and only for an hour.

ummmmm ps i love you was even better the second time around, weird! emma and i fell in love with every man in that movie. oh, except for that daniel fellow. i didn't fancy him.

at this point i'm just typing to type. so i guess i will go not do my biology, but do everything else. that is how you make high honors... oh something i need to ask: my padre told me back in 6th grade that if i made high honors he would give me $100, which i never did until now (curse middle school PE) but now he said that i could either take it and spend it on whatever, or put it towards insurance for when i finally get my license. opinions?

wow, safe to say that gossip girl's episode tonight was the most heartbroken i have ever been by a television show. and i have (had) many shows. poor blair, if all that shizz had happened to me i probs would have killed myself. except not. but chuck! way to pull a dick move. i had to change my icon, i was that disgusted.

god. i really wish that i wasn't so affected by tv, but screw it, i'm allowed to be superficial about stuff like this.

i'm in love with juno and the soundtrack. michael cera and ellen page singing anyone else but you = quite possibly the sweetest thing captured on film. such an adorable boy. "he was surprisingly good in... chair." um... i guess there is no more bonfire to go to this weekend, which sucks. nothing else... except in writing seminar we have to write a speech as if we are a speechwriter for the candidate we support, and i am really excited to write one for obama, even though is speeches are remarkably similar/easy to write. at least in my opinion. but what can i say? the man is extremely compelling (and cute).

I usually hate madtv, but good god!