bush and evil and such.
2003-01-15 - 8:29 p.m.

Well, I'm tired of talking about hospitals and I know you're prolly tired of hearing about them, so I'm just gonna say this one last thing, then I'm not going to talk about them anymore for a long time.

I had an appointment with the Magical Mindreading Doctor today. And...I don't have to be admitted to the hospital! I'm home free, at least until the middle of February, when I have my next appointment. And I get to see a different doctor, as Mom also disagrees with some of the stuff Magical Mindreading Doctor does and says. yay!

Have you ever noticed that ECG tests feel like horny aliens are probing around your breasts?

Okay. That's all I have to say about that. Look forward to *not* reading any more self-serving updates on my health.

I went into Calie's store this afternoon, because I am addicted to weird buttons and beaded safety pins and wooden jewelery from Nepal like an addict...not to mention the fact that Calie looks a lot like the already cute Cadence Carroll, just far cuter :) She was putting her new stock of buttons on display. I came across one with a bright, cheery picture of George Bush's face with the word 'evil' underneath it in bright red letters. It started me thinking, so I stood there staring at it and thinking for about three minutes. Then I picked it up and put it on the counter with my other two finds. Calie asked me if I was gonna actually wear it on my purse with the rest of my plethora of buttons. She said "come on...speak your mind, babe!" Yes, I'm going to wear the button, but...it's not just about speaking my mind.

I bought the button for the main reason that I thought it was amusing as a button and interesting as a piece of art. I do that often...I mean, I own a "hermaphrodite and proud" button, and I'm quite clearly not a hermaphrodite. Although I bought that because other kind of worms are, the kind that crawl on the ground. Worms (the crawly kind)actually have the ability to sexually reproduce with themselves because of it. Wait, where was I going with this? Oh yeah. Bush.

Do I strongly dislike Bush? yes. Do I disagree with a lot of his actions? yes. Do I think he is evil? I don't know. I don't know enough about Bush to make that judgement. I follow the "war on terrorism", but not as in depth as I could. Am I going to wear the button? I sometimes wear shirts and buttons that say controversial things...it's not because I want attention. And it's not because I want to do the whole "I'm so anti-establishment and non-conformist I don't give a fuck about your plastic little corporate world" thing. And it's not because I want to convert other people to my way of thinking. It's actually the opposite. I wear them because it shows people what I'm thinking about, and people see them and they think. Then they talk to me about what they think. they tell me their ideas, why they agree or don't. I enjoy this a lot. I've learned a lot about hermaprhodites just from people seeing my hermaphrodite button and stopping to talk to me about it. If nobody was to think with me or talk with me, then I might as well be a rock or a clump of dirt.

Bush is Evil. Is he? Yes. No. See? it's fun. try it. why?

I've decided I'm going to record the rest of my album in the basement of my school. I'm tired of waiting to get enough money to go back in the studio...and I keep writing songs and they keep gathering dust in corners of my mind. The doctor said I had to quit sports...which upset me a lot at first, but instead of letting myself get upset over it, I decided I would just fill that time with recording instead. I began this album when I was 13, and I said I was going to wait, but...what is it I'm waiting for? my recording skills to improve? they're not going to improve by *not* recording. So...the album is underway again. It's not going to be pretty and clean and studio-perfect like I had planned when I was 13...but it's going to be honest, and it's going to be finished. This is not haste...so it's not "haste makes waste". This is play, and experience, and if the album is never heard by anyone except me and the bats in the school basement, then so be it. there is no more waiting. There is NO more waiting. There's too much to be done. I'll explode.

And...I prolly should do some schoolwork at some point tonight. heh. Seem to have forgotten that minor detail while writing this little rant for 2 hours. :)

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