My Song
Did you know that the glove compartment is inaccurately named? Everybody does...
Doesn't it seem like happiness is inaccurately named at times, too?
What are we, mankind, going to do about our war-fetish?
I believe in peace. This I know. I may be confused as to my formal religious orientation, but I believe in peace. The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. Faith, Hope, and Love—and the greatest of these is love. right?
In Lit 210 yesterday, I concluded that I am in fact a romantic humanist. I believe in the rights of the individual: free expression, love, freedom, equality, truth, but most importantly peace. I think that to create peace we must listen, really listen to each other and compromise. I’m not a Marxist but I really wish all humans were equal. I appreciate my “Westside, affluent,” upper-middleclass, suburban lifestyle more and more each day. However, I still take so much for granted; I can’t imagine a life without luxuries- indoor plumbing, electricity, Midol, an outfit for every occasion, phones- it’s just inconceivable to me. But, I can honestly say that I would be willing to give all that material up to live an equal existence with my fellow world citizens, so long as it meant a world without hatred.

My personal favorite for this week was this one of the Queen.
Isn't it funny??
P.S. our o-zone is fucked:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/6524251.stm
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