Random Thoughts

Heavens. Sarah is supposedly already planning to run in 2012. God save us all. Obama, if this does not give you ammunition to do a hell of a good job, I don't know what would. The good news is, though, by 2012, no one can say that Obama has no "executive experience".

The other good news, of course, is just because she enters the race doesn't mean she will actually make candidate. Hopefully some potential candidate will come along and squash her like a bug. Which probably wouldn't take much. One could sit down in a chair, lean back, and snore their head off and would still be better than her. Shit, you could put a zombie up on stage to debate her that just stands there and moans "BRAINS!" and it would still be better and make infinitely more sense than her. But then again.... zombies just make everything better.

I really wish ALL movies and shows would be required to have closed-caption. Between years of blowing the little hairs in my ears to bits with blasting music and eustachian tube trouble, my hearing is not great. It kind of sucks, actually. And one day last week, I had some British movie on- I think it was called Go Now or something- and it was not closed captioned and I could barely understand anything anyone was saying. But I think a lot of it had to do with the British accents, which normally I can understand with no problem, but in this movie, everyone's seemed exceptionally harsh. They all sounded like they were talking with mouths full of shit.

If I do not get a Geno's cheesesteak soon, I am going to scratch someone's eyeballs out.

Since I have no health insurance, I obviously have no dental insurance. Thankfully, though, one of my local community colleges has a dental clinic and I can get my teeth cleaned for next to nothing. It's pretty frickin sweet. Unfortunately, though, due to area (a lot of people with low incomes and people that shouldn't, um, be here) and now probably due to so many people losing health insurance, the clinic is booked up. I can't get an appointment until March 5th, which isn't far away really, but I have to find a job so I will probably run into some conflict.

I may have mentioned this before, but back in high school, I was a band geek. And I complained about band a lot, so why did I stay in it? I don't know. It wasn't marching band I hated in particular. Oh, no. I loved going to competitions and parades and all that jiggery pokery. No. Rather, it was the people I couldn't stand. The members, the teachers, instructors, assistants, etc....all were 100% certified grade-A asshole. My band teacher had a personal vendetta for me from day one. I have no idea what his problem was with me because I never was a trouble maker in school. Far from it. I barely made a peep in class. My teachers- well, most of them anyway- were hounding me to speak up in class because they certainly knew I had the brains to not make an ass out of myself. Maybe that was the problem- I was such NOT a trouble maker, they assumed I must have had something up my sleeve and would rebel.

Goddamn, I am bored.