Dead.

So my computer is dead.
It's on its way to Texas to get fixed.
...it's not really dead, just in need of some hardware repair - the screen kept freaking out.
So here we are.
Computers are going to need to be borrowed, so...
...expect less frequent checks and updates and fun stuff like that.

Dependable.

A few things for today:
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Song: Metal Heart
Artist: Garbage
Least sucky fanvid I could find: http://youtube.com/watch?v=y_olqevPK3Y

I wish I had a metal heart
I could cross the line
I wish that I was half as good
As you think I am

But now that we know for sure they're telling lies when they say
No one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it's hard to believe anything that you hear
They say the world is round

Wish I was as big as you
You'd have to tell the truth
I'd be nothing you could hurt
Nothing you could use

But now that we know for sure they're telling lies when they say
No one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it's hard to believe anything that you hear
They say the world is round
The world is round?

I want to be dependable, I want to be courageous and good
I want to be faithful so that I can be heroic and true
I want to be a friend you can rely on you can lean on and trust
I want to understand so I can forgive and be willing to love

I wish I wasn't flesh and blood
I would not be scared
Of bullets built with me in mind
For then I could be saved
My sweet lord take care of me for I think I'm done
Kiss my mother on her cheek and lay my burden down

But now that we know for sure they're telling lies when they say
No one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it's hard to believe anything that you hear
They say the world is round
The world is round

There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day.

Title quote from "Of Angels and Angles" by the Decemberists.
Colin Meloy is probably God.

Fact: I am eating ramen out of a plastic cup from a fast-food place.
...with a fork pilfered from the dining hall.

Fact: I have a shitload - yep, a shitload - of reading to do for next week. I'm almost done with the reading I should have had done yesterday...

Fact: The weather is awful. Well, not anymore... the weather was awful a few days ago. Now the bus stops are encrusted with ice (still), the roads are sandy slush (because for some reason they didn't put salt down...) and everything is still slick.
Sub-fact: This made the bus late, which made me late. I hate being late.

Fact: Karl Rove is coming to town to speak. Anyone who wants to help me boo him offstage and possibly throw feces, be sure to look it up and get over there.

Mad World

My roommate has bronchitis. She had to go to the hospital the day before yesterday after nearly fainting in the next building over... they called an ambulance because she couldn't walk and none of us have cars. One ambulance ride later, she was in the ER with a fluid IV - she was dehydrated. Ben and I took the Red Route over to the hospital and waited for a very long time while Steve Irwin talked about bird-eating spiders on TV and I attempted to read my assignments for today (which still aren't read...)

Meanwhile, Shawn went to Student Health and waited around for an appointment. His chest had been hurting him. After awhile, he saw a doctor and was informed that his lung had partially collapsed. Now Shawn had to walk to the hospital - where the rest of the gang was gathered - for x-rays, in some seriously chilly weather. It's slippery and wet outside; here's Shawn, trudging through the snow, getting lost because Student Health and the hospital are on the opposite side of the river from where we live.

Enter Peter, who comes to the rescue like a knight in shining armour. Jess is still weak, and we don't know when the next bus comes anyway. She needs Motrin, Tylenol, soup, and fruit juice... but the bus doesn't go to the store and she probably shouldn't be shopping with us, anyway.

Jess finally heals, to a degree. She's not going to class for the rest of the week. Shawn's collapsed alveoli did not prevent him from going to any classes, though he is on codeine, lucky bastard.

Guy Forsyth - Long Long Time

Its been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
Its been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time

When I was a kid I used to draw airplanes with stars and bars shooting down,
Airplanes adorned with hammers and sickles.
I bought a hundred water guns so I could save the world,
Saving my lunch money, and stealing my father’s quarters, dimes and nickels.
I discovered religion watching Luke Skywalker rescue Princess Leia
And destroying the Death Star by letting go and closing his eyes.
And I devoured comic books, three-color mythologies
Taught me right from wrong and if you believed, you could fly.

It's been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
It's been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time

I remember listening to songs about trains and feeling the rush of wonder
That the world was both infinite and accessible all at the same time.
Then it was songs about highways, and Born To Be Wild and Little Red Corvette
And the road went on forever in my mind.
But now it's clogged bumper-to-bumper with stinking SUVs and two-story pickup trucks
That can drive over anything but the two-story pickup truck right in front of it.
Now even the highways look the same, Starbucks
And 7-11s and Wal-Marts jam the feeder roads.
We don’t live around this mess, we live under it.

It's been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
It's been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
Since I felt fine

Now all the songs are about gangsters and guns
And the TV speeds by at a hundred deaths an hour
And everyone wants to pull off the crime of the century.
Steal 200 gazillion dollars, enough to buy myself island
And build a real honest-to-God train on it for no one but me.
And get away with it, get away with it.
We Americans are freedom-loving people and
Nothing says freedom like getting away with it.
We went from Billy The Kid to Richard Nixon, Enron, Exxon, OJ Simpson.
We used to dream about heroes but now it's just how to beat the system.
So where do we go to dream now?
Up on the roof of the projects, straining through the city lights
To see if they’ve built golden arches on the moon yet.
Self-medicated, half-sedated, trying our best to stay distracted,
Living life according to the TV set.
Corporations owning nations, telling us don’t change the station,
It’s the only safe way to win the human race.
I wonder how the world sees us, rich beyond compare, powerful without equal?
A spoiled 15 year old waving a gun in their face?

It's been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
It's been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
It's been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
It's been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
It's been a long, long , long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
Since I felt fine.