"Obama's critics are senators and columnists; they can grandstand. He has to govern. They want to make a point; he wants to make a difference."

-Fareed Zakaria, cnn.com

While I must agree with this statement, at the same time I cannot help but cringe at the near fanaticism our 44th president has inspired. 

I found this amusing, and far to relevant for my own comfort...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IG1DUgOZhC0

Enjoy.

Rose

Y'know, I may be a sucker for romantics, but I really can't stand romantic comedies. 

Like, really REALLY can't stand them.  The only one I actually liked, Blind Dating, wasn't actually so much a romantic comedy as a romantic drama-ish thing. 

Actually, it wasn't much of a comedy at all.

In other news, I think that Kailey and I might have been switched at birth.  Seriously, her and Chelsea are like genetic clones or something!!! The same little OCD tendencies, the same types of geekyness (with the exception of sci-fi, Chelsea isn't a fan...) honestly, it was hard to get a word in edgewise this weekend!

Not that I minded.  I rather guess that Chelsea must have felt the same whenever Sam and I ended up in the same room together...

Oh well.  I find it rather amusing, to tell the truth...

The other thing I found amusing was the AZ Rep. article about the miracle preemie born at 28wks, 2lbs 2oz. According to the article it is a miracle for the baby to have survived now at all.  Mum pointed the article out to me, she was really amused.  Seems I was 26wks and 1lb, 2oz when I was born seventeen and a half years ago... And then I remember seeing the 2nd trimester fetus at the Body Works Expo and realize that that was me.

Holy #^&%!

Makes me wonder how I'm here today, alive and (relatively) coherent.

Hmm.

Well, my bloody antibiotics and whatnot are knocking me out again.  I guess it's off to bed with me.

Dania out.

I hate being sick.

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So, I stumbled on this FBI case about armored car robberies where the FBI spent two years and who knows how many millions setting up a sting to catch this gang.  However, the whole thing almost went to pieces because the armored car was a half hour late showing up and the robbers got nervous.  When the car finally showed up, its reason for being late?

It was pulled over by the MA state police for speeding.  The officer didn't believe them when they told him they were 'on their way to be robbed and the FBI was waiting for them'.

*blink*

Yeah...

I'm going to Disneyland!!!

So, y'know how I've been saying all along that I would never want be a forensic anthropologist?

Yeah, I might have been a little bit hasty in saying that.

It's really, really bloody COOL.  Not to mention, I never actually saw myself working with living, breathing people.  Just... mm... how can I put this... dead ones. 

I realized that when I was reading an article about forensic anthropology.  I hadn't noticed before. 

Not to say I like vampires anymore than I did before.  It's still... wrong.  And really fricken' icky.

Hm.. just an interesting revelation.

AR

So, I guess I haven't done too bad this week.  I've done three straight days this first week, which is better than I expected.  I honestly thought that by today I'd be sleeping in and giving up on the cycling for a bit. 

Not that I haven't hit the snooze button once or twice this week, but still...

I tried something news today. I was at CVS picking up a cake mix (which is a whole other story all unto itself) and they had these samples for a new PowerBar product. 

My first impression was of those protein pouches in some sci-fi show.  It was small, and it squished and looked rather revolting.  PowerBar Gel, it was called. 

This morning, my curiosity got the better of me, as I knew it would, and I took it along for the ride.  About half way through, I stopped for some water, and decided to take the plunge.

It tasted like crap.  Literally.  And it really was some bizarre sort of gel.  I swallowed really fast and got on with it.  Second swallow didn't taste so bad.  After 4 miles, I was really starting to not care, y'know?

And then, I realized that the stuff was actually working.  I did my normal 7mi, but took almost 4 minutes off my typical time. ( Not that that's a lot in the long run. ) The difference is that I wasn't as tired when I finished.  Just as sweaty, yeah, but almost completely normal.  

I'm trying to decide if this is a good thing or a bad thing.  It's a good thing because it clearly worked, and that means that I could use it again.  The bad thing is, do I really want to consistently use a rather icky, albeit effective, energy boost?

I'm thinking that until I find something better, I can't not use this.  If it works, it works.  I'm just going to drink a lot of water afterwards.

AR

So, I sitting here outside the front entrance of the Gammage Auditorium with a cello and a deck of cards, wondering why on earth I go to an arts school.

Honestly not quite sure. Regardless, this is the last day i must spend in this level of hell (the one reserved for child molesters and people who talk at the theater).

Wish me luck. Then again, most of you are here with me, so...

AR

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Dania is feeling both stressed and apathetic. It is a bizzare combination.

She also notes for the record that this is the second post she has made recently in third person. (the 'recent' part of that statemant is up to interpretation. )

She has developed a bemused respect for people who actually have a snowball's chance in hell of passing these tests and amusement for Apple, who just tried to replace hell with he'll. The naivety... Hmmm.

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Why is it that creative juices always start flowing when there is no time in which to express them? It's almost painful. I look at my bike and start going hmm, what if...

It sucks. Actually it rocks, In a twisted, British sort of fashion.

Regardless, I've wasted precious time here already, so, adieu!

AR

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 I wonder sometimes.  But it hurts to think, hurts to BREATHE.  It keeps me alive, won't let me die.  

I don't think anyone else sees the darkness, feels the cold of Between.  And I don't know if thats a bad thing.  Crystallizing... We humans are frail creatures, all fire and ashes and smoke.  Tiny, yet so damn large.  All at once.  

So young.  

Are we flesh and blood and bone?  Or are we something more, as they proclaim?  

Does it bloody matter?

...you and I, face to face...

Hmm.  Shutting up now.

Sometimes I wish it was all more than a fantasy.

AR