Friday, November 18, 2005: Ain't ain't a word 'cause it wasn't in the dictionary over four decades ago.

Greetings! I would like to start out with a song a friend of mine (who I shall refer to by the alias "Haywood Jablomi", which is of his invention) sang to me:
Roll, roll, roll your jointTwist it at the endLight it upTake a puffAnd pass it to a friend
That was great, wasn't it? Anyway, I would like to mention an odd dealy which happened lately: the "Day of Silence for Peace". This is kind of like those walks/races for curing diseases which donate profits to education, treatment, and other things which are not cures. By that I mean that it was an act for something which does nothing for it and makes no sense whatsoever. Also, the participants which I saw communicated through notes and signing, defeating the purpose. It may have been to get attention, but this just got a sort of "okay, that's weird" attention with none toward the message they were attempting to give (as should be expected). It may have also been to remember the evils of war, though one of my friends didn't seem to get that, if that was the point, and was the cheeriest I've seen her in a while, though I won't name any names. Nabal, though she had considered it, decided not to participate, which was a pity because I could have done without her constant, random, illogical chatter. I also heard of the local peace group planning a "walk out", where students walk out of their classes during school. Once again, pointless and in no way related to the objective, but this time there also being lazy and anti-scholastic. Needless to say, I won't participate. On the plus side, there was a protest at the local recruiting center, which went well. I wasn't there, seeing as it was way too fucking cold to do anything outside, but here's what my brother said happened: there was a small pro-war group (between a third and half the size of the anti-war one) standing behind them, one of who said "fuck the First Amendment" about the anti-war folks; a semi honked at them, which was good since they had a "Honk for Peace" sign among many other signs and two "Peace" flags (the pro-war group had one sign, which read "Thank our Troops", and one American flag), and a guy with many Christian bumper stickers stopped by and called them "some of the lowest communist scum out there", after which the group leader said that that guy had been bothering them for three years.
Also, my health class is pissing me off more and more. We're learning first aid, just like last year, with assumption of no prior knowledge. This, of course, means that half of last year was just a blip in lesson planning, and a waste of our time. Also, when ever Mr. Fundie mentions breathing, I start thinking about mine. Then me having to consciously breathe makes me think about my blinking. Even typing about it is making it happen. On a humorous note, Nabal seems more deserving of her alias every day. First, she said about how she's incredibly allergic to bees, yet doesn't carry her epinephrine pen with her; then, she said that she has a potassium deficiency, yet doesn't wear the bracelet designed to inform medical personnel of this. These, companied by any other medical problems she's being an idiot about, are why I predict that she will be dead within the next five years. Speaking of death, It's time for me to end this entry.