I have a massive comparative politics test tomorrow on UK patterns of interaction and quarrels and I only started studying yesterday. On the last test, I started studying the week before about an hour and a half per day and got an 82. Uh, huh, they say AP stands for Advanced Placement but really, it means Anally Potent. Did I forget to tell you that I'm not the funny one?
(consociation: sharing political power at the executive level, giving all major parties cabinet positions)
About this bloggery business, it turns out Vick-tor-ee-ah's powers of coercion are actually mine. Emma says she will write, if I write--but not the blog. She wants me to write an extra chapter for this novel I wrote with two characters that strangely resemble her and her boyfriend/our "tech-guy". Who, for all intents and purposes of this blog is named O. (Hey O, what color is that?) I was planning on writing it anyway but now it has a deadline.
(unitary system: country that centralizes power in the capital with little autonomy for component areas; the opposite of a federal system)
About that song we put up, it's Konstantine by Something Corporate. That song, I think, has a little bit about all of our love life dramas. You know, I read in this German blog that love is made of courage and it struck me so true. Have you had someone tell you that they love you and you want to believe it with every last desperate piece of your pathetic existence? Still, something in you tells you it isn't quite right and it doesn't sound so true.
(relative decline: failing to keep up economically with other nations)
I for one, know I'd do pretty much anything for (.... codename Blue, 'cause I just looked at a bottle of Blue Diamond nuts, and lets face it--nut fits) Blue-- and I have. Although can't really say I know for sure what Blue is thinking/feeling I can look at the facts, see what's happened and say that I've done a lot because of Blue and Blue? Blue said three words. I know Blue and for Blue to say that out loud to someone who's not Blue's chihuahua has got to mean something. But then Blue pushes me away, shuts me out of all those lovely Blue thoughts and when I ask, Blue is scared. This is where I doubt, where I start feeling like an idiot because I know love is made of courage. Courage is not the absence of fear. It is the judgment that there is something more important than fear (straight from the Princess Diaries, babeh). So while I really want to believe what Blue says, I don't think I'll stop feeling like a complete imbecile until Blue shows me some courage.
(absolute decline: growing weaker economically compared to one's own past)
I guess this is what I get for not wearing sleeves, I wear my heart on my ass.
-Chee
P.S. I found my purple unicorn! Now he and his boyfriend the purple platypus can live happily ever after.
