This quote gives me hope:
"When the fervor of political passions moves the executive and legislative branches to act in ways inimical to basic constitutional principles, it is the duty of the judiciary to intervene," wrote Judge Birch, who has a reputation as consistently conservative. "If sacrifices to the independence of the judiciary are permitted today, precedent is established for the constitutional transgressions of tomorrow."
(from this NY Times article)
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I don't know if I have the energy to do a dj shift every week. I am Thai-Yeard.
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I may be becoming a key player. You know, in life. It may also mean the end of my green hair. That's pretty okay with me, actually, I'm already sick of it. I'm sure it doesn't help matters that it faded in a week and a half to teal from the shamrock green that had been my goal.
Or that Ethan told me that the combination of my green hair and my silly pink spring jacket makes me look like the Joker from Batman.
The creepy explanation I've come up with for the massive fading is that my hair's cuticle is so damaged that it can't hold color any longer. That freaks me out. Just slightly. Gross!
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I think the dude sitting next to me is wearing day-old eye makeup. That makes 2 of us!
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I think my OCD would be less severe if I paid more attention to when I'm indulging in it. (No, you just looked for split ends in your hair. Wait 5 minutes and let it recover!)
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My friend Joe Cusack (because he looks exactly like John Cusack, not because that's his last name) was telling his friends at my party about how I was one of the pioneers in the blogging trend, because I've been doing it for 3 years. I didn't bother to tell him that my friends (Kehla and Jonny) had been doing the blog thing for 2 years prior to when I joined. Or that my friend jEff (my whole reason for starting a blog in the first place) had been doing a blog for over a year before I signed up for mine.
Christy the Trailblazer. I like the sound of that!
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I realized this past week that I have self-esteem problems because when I ran into this girl on the street that I know from Radio K (I've never really considered her a friend; I always thought she laughed at me rather than with me) I was so busy trying to figure out why she was making conversation with me that I couldn't make conversation with her.
Well, and I was 5 minutes late for a meeting, so I didn't really have time to talk.
I think I've been alone for so many years, and figured out a way to be happy even though I only had a few real friends, that now that I've learned how to be friends with lots of people without lying about who I am, and discovering that people actually really like me, is a shock to my system. I keep thinking, "Umm... Don't you know it's me? I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be oblivious to my existence, not trying to make conversation!"
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Why do you think I'm always so scared to admit to the most complimentary things I could say about a person? As it turns out, I'm the one who's tongue-tied.
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I was digging through an old guestbook the other day, and I came across the first entry I got from my friend Stacey, which read, "you're lovely. (and parathenticals are such a great lost art. yay for you) you should go out and get yourself a new ray the bus driver."
I miss that girl. I really wish I'd gone out to RI to visit her while she was still in the States. Instead, I'm moving to Scotland where I will stalk her and make friends with all the Scottish bands that I love that she has connections with.
Doesn't Glasgow sound like the loveliest town?Posted by beck0627 at March 31, 2005 10:24 AM