Never mind. I am not a dumbass.

But this YouTube commenter is:

"being raped is NOT a excuse for you wicked and vile people to kill innocent children
you will go to hell
pro choice is not a excuse to kill children
unless you repent
ask Jesus to forgive you"

Sigh. While I don't agree with aborting a child just because you were dumb enough to get knocked up by the man you were currently in love with/randomly hooking up with one night, I do believe that an exception should be made in the case of a rape. Or incest. 

Children are a heavy burden. To force a woman to deal with a child that was formed through one of the two most disgusting acts known to man is completely irresponsible. 

My sister sister has two children, and while she, and all of us who know them, loves them to death, they take up a LOT of time. And money. And for someone who is relatively young, and trying to get a stable career as a police officer, they complicate things. Not only do they complicate her life, but they complicate the lives of those around her (the rest of our family). And if she had been a rape victim, and they had been the product of said rape? I can't imagine how she'd feel. 

I don't think you can look at a rape child and love them the same as you would a child born from love.

Dumbass.

I woke up at 6:30 AM today. Got ready--left at 7:20. Get to school around 7:35, walked to class for ten minutes. Got to the front door, and stood there like a vegetable.

Forgot that I didn't have my first class today.

My next class doesn't start until 11.

Fuck.

I don't get it.

What's the point of getting shitfaced again? These two girls are sitting next to me. One is telling the other about how she spent a night at a bar and doesn't remember anything. And apparently all her friends watched her vomit everywhere. They're laughing about it. How is this enjoyable/funny, again?

If . . .

If the world comes to an end,

look around.

Look at all we've accomplished.

Be shameful.

Be shameless.

I miss things.

I miss things.

I miss the feeling you get when you first meet someone in person that you've known for a long time over the internet.

I miss Graham. I miss smoking cigars with him late at night. I miss discussing villains while on long walks. I miss playing playing frisbee in his yard. I miss the hospitality his family showed me.

I miss Adam. I miss sitting in bed with him, eating Frosted Flakes, while watching "Liar, Liar." I miss those fucking seagulls. I miss those shitty, cough syrup tasting donuts. I miss discussing relationships with him, only to be scared by that one creepy "homeless" guy.

I miss Leah. I miss hearing people have sex in hotel rooms while walking in the halls with her (WHICH TOTALLY FUCKING HAPPENED, LEAH. I WOULDN'T MAKE THAT UP.). I miss setting a chair upside down in the middle of our floor lobby. I miss playing Travel Scrabble. I miss the headache I got from her vocabulary.

I miss Amanda's adorableness. (Which she has a lot of, by the way.)

I miss Sarah. And Emily. And Eliot. And Liane. And Jerry. And Marlena. And Skye. And Ellen. And Alex. And Kayley.

I want to miss Joe.

I miss things . . .

I've fallen in love.

With a song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIUA9105GKI

Obscure music videos ftw.

9/14/08

It's late. (Or early, however you want to look at it.)
I'm depressed.
I'm bored.

I think I'm going to go watch random videos that my subscribers have made.