Why am I gonna vote Green Party?

Oh, just several reasons:

• Forgive student debt
• Livable minimum wage
• Repeal Patriot Act and that indefinite detention one cause the President feels like it
• Tax cuts for businesses using sustainable energy
• Screw over Bank of America (hah!)
• Tweaking the voting system so it doesn't suck so hard...
  • easy same day voter registration
  • proportional representation instead of winner takes all (I'm looking at you, Texas, and your the whole fucking state voted Republican somehow even though 47% of the population didn't vote Republican???)
  • equal access to the ballot and debates for all qualified presidential candidates
• Reign in military spending and, possibly most importantly,
• fuck the Online Piracy Acts and keep the internet free and wonderful (and sometimes awful) for everyone!

If you would like to see complete list (or more complete anyway) of Green Party stances, click here.

If you would like to cheat and use the easy way to decide who to vote for, click here to VoteEasy.

Also I would do anything to keep Romney out of office, no, seriously, anything.




I am officially done unpacking now, in case you were wondering.

The Great Unpacking

Man am I glad I'm on to the unpacking, because I hate packing. Unpacking is always fun for all the things you forgot you ever packed, such as:

• Cheese knives (???)
• Dinosaur Crossing signs
• Assorted candle holders
• A ton of grape paraphernalia
• Including grape plates you completely forgot existed...good thing you found some plates though, you were starting to wonder how bad it would be to nuke hot pockets on paper towels! (And a bargain at 8pc for $13)
• SO. MANY. COASTERS.
• Your broken Styracosaurus statue!!!! (pause for glue repair. Laugh that spell check wants to change it to Tyrannosaurus. Resume unpacking.)
• More coasters.
• Sigh again at the vast collection of books you just...haven't...had...time...to read.
• Find letter you forgot to send to your grandmother. Cry. Decide not to open any more books for a while. Decide unpacking maybe not so fun.
• Play a game for a bit.
• Call furniture people to find out where chair is. Discover you were a victim of the scheduling system glitch. Reschedule for Friday morning, hope this does not conflict with other furniture delivery Friday morning, knowing they'll probably get here at exactly the same time.
• Finally get (most of) your furniture, realize you were sold something that wasn't exactly what they said it was. Still fighting (several days later) to get them to pick it up and return it.
• Decide that Rooms To Go has a shitty delivery/return system.
• Find more grape stuff and your pots finally.
• Delight in the fact that you can finally get rid of the stuff you've been storing for no reason and mom won't know. Get rid of some more stuff. Like these landline phones. What am I gonna do with these? By the time I actually have a landline, I'm probably going to have to buy another phone. Besides they're like $20. =P

Anyway unpacking is apparently like a three week process for me, but at least mom will have all my crap out of the attic and stuff, right? ...Right?

Should have been a Tweet

There's nothing more depressing than finding, while packing to move out, something you forgot to give to a deceased family member.

Confessions

I give my sister a lot of grief for genuinely liking Twilight. Perhaps I shouldn't, but I'm the little sister and my job is to torment any older siblings I may have. Hey, sis you're almost thiiiirtyyy (so old! ancient!) But you know, I like some really stupid shit. I confess I have a soft spot for: Nickelback. 80's pop. Rock operas, hell yes. Musicals, but especially campy musicals like B@tman! Shitty 8-bit-retro techno that isn't from Super Nintendo games but sure as hell sounds like it. That awful Xanth series by Piers Anthony that bursts its' pun pustules all over you on every page. It's awful and I love it. Deliberatley leeving grammer-n-typo-ridden commints on sites to feed the Grammar Nazis. Also, feeding the trolls. Literal Music Videos. Oh, oh, neon animal prints. Which are trendy again, apparently. Whatever, I can fuel my need for neon again. Diedre claims this isn't a faux-pas for me cause I've always worn stupid shit. Woo, free pass! Dinosaurs? I guess most people grow out of that phase (how could you, you traitors!) I'm kinda terrified, actually, that there's something I love that is phenomenally stupid and I can't recognize it. I'm sure there is, actually. Anyway, in other news, I'm moving out in August (finally.) But now I'm researching internet and electric companies and I'm lil bit terrified. What the hell did I do augh! I suppose I will keep you informed as things progress. If I feel like it. Mom tells me not to joke about Nathan going bald cause it gives him a complex. Oh, oops! Sorry!

Addendum

I may be a colossal nerd, but this is the best comic I have ever seen: http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&id=2604#comic Also, if you have not yet watched the entirety of Holy Musical B@man you should, because it is also the best thing ever. That is all.

Expectations

Well I'm about 94% sure that I have defeated all the bedbugs in my room (is that what you were calling about, Nathan?) On the other hand, it is now mosquito season so I'm getting bitten anyway only now it's accompanied by an annoying buzzing and intense itching instead of just intense itching (and gross factor.) I've spent all my free time lately playing Mass Effect instead of something productive, like cleaning my room again/still/continuously or ...watching mom organize her books in an attempt to convince my sister that she has, in fact, been keeping track of them all along. I think I will get her a barcode scanner for her birthday because this nonsense is ridiculous. Anyway I miss being in grade school cause I had a ton more time to play the ridiculous backlog of video games I have. Seriously I'm like two years behind and getting further behind. Also, since my sister and her hubby-wubby are coming to visit, the nice cool weather we've been having will definitely go away. You will have poor timing, mark my words! I'm going to be working on my birthday again. Woo? Speaking of work I guess it's weird that I frequently eat while watching the surgeries or while we're making dogs puke all over. I mention that it might be weird because the other techs give me the weirdest "that-is-the-grossest-thing-ever-how-could-you-possibly-eat" faces, which is kinda entertaining, actually. I guess I objectively recognize when things are disgusting but I don't actually feel disgusted/nauseated/repulsed by them. Other than smells, smells can be pretty nauseating. I'm still waiting on moving out because I can't decide whether I really want a roommate or if Danielle will actually be available as a roommate and mom won't let me leave until I'm absolutely sure there are no more bedbugs. Also I'm lazy and don't want to clean my room (perpetually.) And, mom doesn't want me to pay for an apartment with a washer/dryer/wd connection so that I have to come back home to do laundry. Especially considering the fiasco that occurred the last time someone I knew used a laundromat. My laptop keyboard sucks balls.

Dogs Again.

So I had pretty much just gone to bed last night when mom came in to tell me that she can't find my dog after letting them outside. Well of course I get up to help her look since usually they get stuck in the garage or another room somehow and we usually spend about an hour looking for Loki before he starts crying cause he's stuck in a room. Well, She-ra's not in the garage, not in the house. She's not in the yard injured or something, or under the shed. So, we hop in the car to prowl the neighborhood. I think I maybe hear her bark (it's very distinctive) but I can't tell where it is and it was so far away. I spend a lot of time convincing mom it's not likely coyotes could drag her over/under the fence, and if they had they'd go after Loki rather than She-ra. She concedes my point after saying we would have heard them tearing her into pieces anyway. Uh...thanks, mom. Thanks for the mental image. Chris kept calling to check up/ offer assistance and I'm struck with both how sweet it is that he wants to drive all the way back to my house to find my dumbass dog at 1:30 in the morning and also how I can't hear if She-ra barks if I'm on the phone. Course at this point I'm trying not to cry cause it's already been like an hour and mom had looked for her about thirty minutes beforehand, well, at least she's microchipped and has her tags on and if someone hits her or something and gives a crap I guess she'll show up at work...yay? And it's two now and I have work at eight. So we head home and check the yard one last time and head to the corner Loki had been barking at when mom had first let them out. Then I see She-ra. In the neighbor's yard. Behind the fence. Behind all the trees and shrubs covering the fence, where she couldn't jump over. Behind the fence with no holes in it. Wtf dog, bark or something, we've only been looking for you for like an hour and a half. Also, how the hell did you get over there? So I went around to the neighbor's yard and opened the gate for her and she proceeded to bolt to the house like a terrified bunny. No, seriously, how'd you get over there?