the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.

also kinda what I want for xmas. or hanukkah. whatever you want. you can just find me one.

I am 42 pages into a novel. Holy shit.

In other news, my fiance has me completely hooked on Beverly Hills, 90210. He bought the first season on DVD. You can commence laughing now, but it's kinda cute.

GRE spanked and taught how to behave, I now must turn my efforts to actually getting into schools. I wish this was as easy as it was back in high school, when I didn't really give a shit, took the SAT on one day's notice and applied to schools arbitrarily, not wondering once how I was going to pay for it all.

Oh, and I really want to be a roller derby girl. I need the cardio, though. And I need a local team to actually try out for. Lame.

Post-election life is nice. I love hearing the phrase "withdrawing troops from Iraq" like it's something that might actually happen this decade.

I am happier than I've been in a really long time.

Today is so much nicer than the last election, when a long day of knocking on doors and getting out the vote started out with a happy ending (we won Pennsylvania) and ended with the shitty one...you know what that was.

I didn't do much electioneering this year other than calling and emailing people in states with swing races and harassing them to vote. My state is solidly red, though I can feel good that my vote may have helped put a Democrat in as superintendent of education--god knows we need the help down here in S.C. My sister got to have the fun of voting out Rick Santorum, and I am jealous, but she says she thought of me in the polling booth and I guess that's good enough. I was gettin' some sweet action last night while Jon Stewart announced that Santorum had been "Raptured away." I was pretty close to rapture myself.

We proved Mr. Warren Ellis right yesterday, you know. Karl Rove is NOT a wizard and they can't steal every election. Your votes count, and right now it's going to come down to a few thousand of them in Virginia. But those few thousand look like they're swinging blue, and that's a great thing.

I am bummed that Harold Ford lost in Tennessee, but I guess we'll see a woman Speaker of the House before a black Senator from the South (since Reconstruction, anyway). On the upside, there's a new black governor in Massachusetts. Oh, and does anyone else find it hilarious that Hillary Clinton won exactly 66.6% of the vote to reelect her Senator?

I am irritated that Joe Lieberman still managed to get his squirrelly ass back in the Senate, and I wish someone would find me a cool Jewish politician. (Russ Feingold, are you a jew?) Warren Ellis's comments on Joe Lieberman cracked me up: "Joe fucking Lieberman got re-elected as an independent. He remains one of the most despicable, crooked, hate-filled and deceitful politicians in America. He pledges to vote with the Dems, but someone who's spent the last ten or fifteen years trying to pull the party to the right cannot be trusted on that score. He is profoundly anti-freedom. He appealed to the worst parts of Al Gore (and his censor-happy wife Tipper), and he should have had his legs broken years ago."

Also in the words of Mr. Ellis: "There's an actual honest-to-god Socialist in the Senate now." Yeah, that's right, Bernie. We're talking about you. Why can't you be my Senator?

Katherine Harris did NOT get elected, which is rad. You all remember her from the vote-stealing in 2000, right? And Ken Blackwell is also not elected to be governor of Ohio. You Ohioans and Floridians can feel safe voting now, right?

And they overturned the abortion ban in South Dakota. That almost makes me feel better about the gay marriage ban that passed in my state.

Oh, and Donald Rumsfeld is gone.

Today rules.

Also, I made the GRE my bitch. 750 verbal 680 math. that's right. I rule. you all want to give me lots of money to go to grad school, right?

All of you bitches who aren't in Canada (or elsewhere) had better be voting tomorrow or I will find you and beat you up. Particularly those of you who live in states where you stand a good chance of kicking out some scumbag who voted for war in Iraq. I'm voting, and I live in the pit of despair, also known as South Carolina. Yay, rednecks.

I am also taking the GRE tomorrow. So it could be a pretty momentous day in the course of my life. I could ace that test and get lots of money from someone to go to grad school, AND see the era of Republican'ts end with sweeping successes for reform-minded Democrats across the country. Or I could blow the test, have to take it again, and Karl Rove's strategies could work.

But I'm thinking positively. Really. I swear.

Enough of this. I've got a novel to write. I'm almost 3000 words behind where I need to be.

you should be prepping to vote on Nov 7. especially if you live in Tennessee or Pennsylvania. I do not, hence I do not get the fun of voting for Harold Ford or against Rick Santorum. Please, think of me if you do either of those things next Tuesday.

I also am taking the GRE on Nov 7. bad planning on my part. unfortunately, where I live there is no point in election fun and games and I didn't plan ahead far enough to go volunteer somewhere like I did last time. (Pennsylvania Victory '04, baby. it ruled. the election didn't.)

I'm several pages into The Novel. Not enough, though, so I've got to get some work in on it tonight.

Hope everyone had a happy Halloween. Mine was OK. Peoplewatching was fun. I didn't dress up or have any plans. Hopefully next year I'll have a party or something to go to. The boy doesn't do Halloween, so I'm on my own.

I saw Marie Antoinette last week and have been obsessed with the soundtrack, Kirsten Dunst's makeup, and the logo's font ever since. Pink eyeshadow and Bow Wow Wow. If I'd seen it sooner I might've done that for Halloween. But that would've been way too much work not to wear it for several nights.

I did it, too. I signed up for National Novel Writing Month.



Yeah, that's right. I'm going to make myself write or die trying.

well, maybe not that dramatic. but still. I've got to do something to get myself out of this funk.

listening to NPR is great fun, by the way. the excerpts they played from my local lieutenant governor's race (is there ever a more useless political position?) are friggin' hilarious.

they're arguing over cockfighting. I bet your state doesn't have conversations about cockfighting in polite company.

it's awesome.

sometimes I think I really should go to journalism school. politics gets my blood a-boilin' and I could certainly write about it. but then again I'd have to keep my blood from boiling in order to not be biased. can I just skip all the preliminaries and get Maureen Dowd's job instead? Well, I don't want to take hers. Maybe John Tierney's instead. he's a friggin' wanker with nothing interesting to say. I am vastly more interesting.

you don't even know who he is, do you? and you know who I am. so that proves it.

ha.

fund my taking over the world. I'll give you the paypal address.



that's right, kids. I'm back.

I never update this thing anymore.

I've been reading the "Henry and June" portion of Anais Nin's diaries and thinking about how much better my writing is when I'm writing a journal as well. It keeps me working and even if I haven't written anything else that day, I've practiced something somehow. And writing them for an audience works even better because I have some reason to make an effort to do it well.

I bought Vans deck shoes with hippos on them today. Look at the little things that keep me going.

I have become boring. I need to become less boring.