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Riley: So wait...your dad is Jewish, and he was born in-
Matildah: Israel, like...
Riley: But his parents aren't Israeli, 'cause there wasn't any-
Matildah: No, his...umm, one was from Hungary and one from Romania so. So there.
Riley: You're a quarter Romanian then!
Matildah: Yeah, I guess so...maybe more 'cause I don't know about my mom.
Riley: What is she?
Matildah: She was born in Germany I think, but said France, and said England, but was adopted by a Cuban lady and her American army something husband, I don't know anything about-
Riley: So you're...you're a first generation American, then, Matildah.
Matildah: a;lksjdf;laksjdl...yeah I am.
Riley: You know what that means, Matildah?
Matildah: What does that means?
Riley: YOU TOOK OUR JOOOOOOOOBS.
Matildah: a;lsdfjliawkejfl;asjdfkajshdflkjasdl
Riley: Jaaaaahbs.
Matildah: I took a lot of your jobs, Riley.
Riley: *sigh* Yeah. They have to take a lot of jobs to take all the jobs that I won't do.

Seems I did a self-portrait over the summer, and forgot about it. 

De re something or other

Ha ha ha I'm lurning lol.

There was only one at the "University Village" shopping center down the street from campus when I first moved here four years ago, and when the second one on the same block was built, I wondered about it.
I can't stand the drinks they make in-store and their shitty loud ass "oooooooh oh oohhhhh independent" music they blare, though.

I Like Headphones

Headbangin to Bach=being on campus bearable.

Dear Voices In My Head

Maybe I should point out that my research paper has to be on the Reformation period. I can run through economic stuff, but I'm pretty sure it'll have to be between 1450-1650.

I know that Latin down a couple days is shit grammar. Die, already. And buy me a dictionary before you go.

Be Thee A Research Topic?

"The elector August I of Saxony found his own solution for the problem of landless peasants: he bought up property and divided it into allotments."

Double you tee to the eff?

From The Rise of the European Economy: An economic history of Continental Europe from the fifteenth to the eighteenth century.

The author is too cool to have footnotes or endnotes, though, just a bibliography. Oh em gee I know I'll wikipedia the guy up and see what little it says there.

Augustus II, King of Poland and Elector of Saxony (Augustus II the Strong) (12 May 1670 – 1 February 1733)

Dammit.

Dear Everyone, Though Probably Not You

I do not want to "dress up" for the Martin Luther debate. That is incredibly stupid, this is not high school, nor is this the only effing class I have. Nor is it a drama class. It is pretty bad when I'm the one who doesn't want to "get into" this role playing crap and just read the lines.

I will read Luther/Erasmus/Liepzig/Marburg debates.

I will take good notes, and create a semblance of dialogue.

I will know mah shet when one of the shutupshutupshutupannoyingfatdudeswhocouldn't makeitasanythingotherthanahistorymajor asks a stupid question. Even better because I will be playing Luther, I can just say he's blind and is going to hell.

The idea of having to use powerpoint is absurd enough to me. But "smoke machines?" Die.

The Worst Part

is when your tears run down the side of your face and into your ear.
not when you're lying there, staring up at the ceiling like you've ended up doing every night since he's been gone
not accusing yourself of really being an atheist or just a really bad liar because why don't you do such and such for ex or why or thee or hating him for leaving those words on that message when believing it is even worse than just....

why say that? because you mean it? So. So do I. Cute. Great. I'm supposed to believe it, to tell you what you already know, what I'd been telling you at the end of every phone converstation not expecting agreement but still noticing each time there isn't any and then when he's adamavit aliquem ut adamandus, ut cupiendus. Then I shouldn't have believed it. amehercule credo id. cupio credere id? non. ita. cupio...non audire eo. and then right now. I mean right now, as soon as I finished non audire eo he signs on and we talk. nothing big. nothing much because he's got a meeting in an hour and i have a midterm in 5-

which reminds me. fuckity fuck.

Found it

"...even though some are now probably calling me a heretic--this truth is very detrimental to their treasury--I do not pay much attention to their bawling, for their reactions are those of clouded minds that never got a sniff of Scripture, never read the Christian teachers, never understood their own teachers, but are almost decayed in their riddled and mangled opinions. If they had understood these, they would know they ought to defame no man unheard and unchallenged. But may God give them and us right understanding. Amen."

Martin Luther, A Sermon On Indulgence and Grace, 1518

and this also, from the introduction to the book that that is from:

"...a bull was drawn up threatening Luther with excommunication. The bull was prnted in complete form in June 1520, sent to Germany, and distributed in the fall. On 10 December Luther burned the bull at the Elster Gate in Wittenberg. This happened after papal representatives in many places had already commited Luther's writings to the faggots with due ceremony. The significance we attach to Luther's act today is far different from what his contemporaries thought. To them the really provocative act on 10 December 1520 was Luther's burning of the books of canon law, together with the writings of the Scholastic theologians and his Roman opponents."

Tis rad. Tis rad.

I Wish Everyone Else Hated Groupwork

Debate whether Martin Luther was a heretic.

How can that possibly be difficult or boring? Simple. Make it a group assignment.

Maybe tomorrow when 3/4 of my group meets tomorrow after Reformation I'll be surprised; and we do have another 2 weeks to work on this.

I've been reading on Luther, reading his own letters/Theses/pamphlets, and he's sooo funneh. Do I have with me (in school library) the book with the part I read to el Katolico yesterday?...no. I'll add it later.

But there's plenty of material to make for a mock debate in class, where the actual written and published insults are thrown, to make everyone laugh and forget for one split second how much I want everyone to die for not stoning the professor for making us do a stupid ass group...thing.

In conclucsion, tell me he ain't Catholic.

oh and...

Heiko Oberman is hot.

And Booker T. Washington.

I could eat their words. I just might. Yum yum yum.

Stop. Just stop.

Stop underlining crap. I hate you whoever you are.

Oh, for my Ethnic Studies reader? Yeah I know who you are, you intellectual imp. Just because you have me for 3 hours a week and about $40 worth of assigned readings, you think your incoherent scribbles are salivary droplets of wisdom?

You can't even underline anything, you end up just crossing things out. Or circle the last paragraph in an essay. Oh now I'm supposed to read it? Fukin-A.

You have such beeee-eeeeesssss in your essays you assign, too. Week 1: "During the 1970s approximate one millino Camobodians-30 percent of the population- were killed or died from hunger, disease and overwork as a result of conditions created by the American bombing that devastated the country and by atrocities committed by the Khmer Rouge."

American bombing civies....oh yeah and the Khmer. Effing. Rouge. The only good thing about that essay is that it quotes Thomas Sowell. Even though it has no answer at all for what he says other than "well he's wrong," it's still badass to watch him stomp your ass with logic.

...fan mail to Mr. Sowell pending.

I am not fond of waking up to my roommate's trance music, especially when it reeeeeeaallly sounds super de duper shitty by the time it comes up through the downstairs walls/floors/ceiling into my room.

Fuckers.

I don't think I like my roommates. They make the nervous. Well one just weirds me out, one gives me the feeling that I'm always saying something wrong, and the other one's kinda okay. But still...don't personally favor them. Although muuuch better roommates than wommins.

especially right now when I'm just woken up cause of their stupid music. And why is it so effing bright? This is crap. crap crap crap and I am turning my windows back to dark to sleep more.

mmmmmmmyummy.

The Height of Feminism

Good gosh I hate jeans. I hate buying them, I hate getting them handed down from a roommate-a roommate who was about two of me but whose jeans are really tight with me and if they didn't have that stupid "white stripes down the ass and the front of the legs" I'd have no problem wearing them because a normal sized t-shirt covers everything, and then these jeans I'm wearing right now I don't remember how I got them but I do and not only are they really tight but they also have that extra room in the back that just hangs out. Standing up you could drop an orange down the crack of my jeans if handing it to me proved to be too burdensome. I think Dickies are worse because they sooo just box your ass in.

It fits in my purse.

Satisfactory. Most satisfactory, indeed.

mmmmhmmm.

...Ethan Allen, a settler in the Green Mountain region of northeastern New York...was found guilty of assault twice within a month. When hauled into court the second time, he exposed "his naked body and in a threatening manner with his fist lifted up repeated these malicious words three times: 'You lie you dog,' and also did with a loud voice say that he would spill the blood of any that opposed him."

Yeah, he kicks ass. I know.

Stop It

Do you know I had a dream last night where I was so angry that you left me in the middle of the parking lot that I called you and I don't remember what I said perhaps I remembered when I woke up this morning but not anymore and I was crying and said...I don't remember but I know it was viscious and it hurt you and oooh I was so fucking glad.

I think of you all the time. Even when I read for my classes, I come across something funny or bullshit or derogatory against Irish animals, and I've just barely gotten out of the habit of reaching for my phone to call you to read it to you.

I don't know why you keep calling me. It's expensive for you. I don't... we're not ... anymore. Because of something I can't control. Nor should I, if I could. I know how...uh. But you're not me. You have to find out on your own.

И тебя тоже люблю

I love to see how Mexifornia's government sieves through most of the labor pool in my area. Weeds out people who have every incentive to bust their ass and work hard and please customers--that would be people who are totally new to this country and have few marketable skills; while brat kids with no demonstrated incentive begrudginly show up only half an hour late instead of an hour. But then, the brat kids can check off that they're a citizen or at least have the right magic numbers to put down on the other columns, so they don't have to work in a field or whatever.

Because Cigarettes Make the Best Tea

It's a pdf.

Bellflower, CA (PRWEB) September 18, 2006 -- Proposition 86 will amend the California Constitution to expand the California Healthy Families Program to include undocumented immigrant children under 19 years of age who are from families with incomes up to 300 percent of the federal poverty level. Currently, children in Healthy Families must meet citizenship or immigration requirements to receive health, dental and vision coverage. The proponents claim that this expansion will be paid by a $2.60 tax increase in a pack of cigarettes.

Oh. So that's what the big deal is with that the guy posted on the door to the liquor store down the street, holding up a long receipt from a 10-key.

Do I like calling the state I live in Mexifornia? No. As an American, as (more central to me) someone who was raised not just financially poor, but...*rolls eyes, 'cause that's not my place to assert any such thing* but someone who's had to earn what I have or *finger quotes* had things stacked against me...had to do things the hard way, whatever you want to call it, I have no problem saying that I'm appallingly insulted to see others not have to follow laws.

This irk applies to those who some people who break immigration laws to get here.

Some. What matters to me is what they do once they get here. (I almost typed "why they came," but who seriously would say they came to America so they can get on welfare with their five kids, or deal drugs in local neighborhoods.)

Do they work their ass off, getting screwed out of higher wages because minimum wage laws make other jobs practically at "English-speakers only need apply"? *Hint: No law dictating wages=no legal jurisdiction to snoop around in employee files, para uno. Or as Maddox says so much better...* Then gosh but isn't it terrible to see someone get poorly paid, not because their work yields poor benefit to their employer, but because of something as stupid as a price floor on other people are demonstrably not worth their wages.


Is that because I really love laws, or is it just sour grapes because I don't/never have the guts to not obey?

Doesn't matter because a state full of people voters feel the same way 'cause ain't no one got no crystal stair, and O, if only a man were to be elected to office who would right the wrongs of our own past cowardice for us.

...and of course here is where you all breathe a sigh of relief because you just now find out that I refuse to vote. So all you political mercantilists get one less vote cancelling yours out.

Where was I? Oh yeah. I started out with having just Googled Art Olivier to see his...I don't know what. If there were anything other than immigration he was running on.

But damn if Depeche Mode music videos aren't incredibly distracting.

Odio.

Everything at once. I haven't talked to anyone all week. No one...everyone is no one. Mark is always with his girlfriend, Derek is always with his girlfriend...I saw both TehLarz and Jess Friday and neither recognized me. Well, like all the way across the street, and then like, 3 feet away. Do I have to say out loud how lonely it is?
Ah the hell with it. Not like complaining would make any difference anyway.