again

yep, the cat did it again. not the bird, look at the post time.

I win

Snopes just put up an article about the draft, and it basically confirms what I said, with a little more. They're hiring now because a bunch of positions all created at the same time became vacant, because they were for a specific time, and that the draft, if there were one, would probably be only for some positions, because it would take too long to train everyone for regular service, and they would be too likely to break all the special equipment that the army has now.

my dad's a jerk.

Late night and dead bird

Again, my cat kept me up for over an hour after I wanted, and would have, gone to bed so I could let him in. grr, he needs to go outside earlier in the night, so I don't have to wait up at 4 in the morning to let him in.

when I was waiting, my mom and I were checking the doors to see if he wanted to come in. Out the front door, there was a bird sitting on the front step. It was just sitting there, looking at the house. It didn't move for a while, and then it did, a little bit, in the way that you knew it was hurt. I didn't think it had flown into the window, because it wasn't in a stunned position. It seemed to have flown there and sat down. Plus, the windows around that door are small, maybe 5 or 6 inches wide, so it didn't seem to me like a bird would have tried to fly in there in the middle of the night.

We left it there, not being anything we could do about it, and my mom went upstairs to bed. Forty five minutes later, the cat finally came in, taking his sweet time, and so I went to go to bed myself. On the way, I decided to check on the bird. I used my flashlight so as not to turn on overhead lights and possibly awaken someone else. I didn't see anything, so I thought everything was fine; the bird was simply stunned or something, and it has flown away.

But then I saw something at the edge of the light. I looked again, shifted the light, and finally I saw it. The bird had been ripped open and left on the mat. My cat came over and looked up at me with a perverse grin, as if to ask how proud I was of him.

Sigh. At least it'll be removed tomorrow by the time I wake up.

draft talk

there's been some talk about a draft going on. Also see our discussion at se-ct.com.

Anyway, the talk is this: there are two bills, HR 163 and S 89 (both links from the library of congress website), that are copies of each other, that both require two years of service of every person living in the United States. They've both been getting some press lately. However, I'm not as worried as some might be. Both bills have been stalled in subcommittee for over a year (see HR 163 and S 89). That means, that the bills have been sitting for over 16 months. The library of congress does update their website more often than that. 307 bills were introduced in the period from May 17 to today, May 24. I'm fairly confident that those bills are not doing anything right now. They haven't been taken out into discussion even, not among the floor of the House or Senate, nor have they even been brought out of subcommittee. It seems good for now.

but wait, there's more

here's my house. I can't quite pick it out, but it's just to the left of the middle-bottom of the image.

home again

yeah, I'm back at home. and it isn't fun. I have to get a job, and my dad likes yelling. There aren't any jobs that I want. I don't really want to be just a clerk or cashier. Maybe I'm asking too much, but I want a job that I won't hate every day of. I would go back to camp wakenah, where I worked for two summers, especially since one of my friends is working there, and it wasn't so bad in the first place, but my dad's working there and I don't want to deal with the whole situation. If he wasn't working there, I'd work there and be happy about it. I really would. So there's this one job that I was looking at, it's being a summer reading aide for a program. That'd be ok, and it pays well enough, but my dad said that he found out that it's working with retarded kids, and I don't want to deal with that. I don't want to be a babysitter all summer. So I'm out of decent options, I think. dammit.

It's rather boring here. I have nothing to do. I mean, I guess a job would help that...(see above paragraph). Basically, my days are like, go to bed at 3 am, wake up at noon or one, then do nothing, my dad talks to or yells at me for not having a job, or getting a job, or not "being aggressive enough" about getting a job. asshole. I go on the computer for a while. then at 6 or so, I eat. after, I watch some tv, then back on the computer. Since I haven't unpacked yet, I've got a bunch of boxes in my room on the floor, literally filling it up. right now, I have maybe 9 square feet of carpet that isn't covered with clothes or boxes. literally. and I've got more boxes in the garage. I hope that the heat/humidity doesn't mess with any of the stuff in there.

The point of that sidetrack was to tell you that I can't use my desk for my computer, so I lie on my bed with it. So my back hurts, because apparently lieing (come on, that doesn't look like a word) like this isn't ergonomic. dammit. so my back hurts a fair bit.

damn. I got a B+ in spanish. I guess that's the best I could have hoped for, though. Well, with that and an B in math, the best I can do is a 3.6 for this semester. Back to mediocrity.

wow, that's depressing. later.

I never post that I'm tired

No, really. Never.

Oprah kills children.

I'm an assassin, killing people with water. and no real death. nuts.

First final is philosophy, on thursday. I'm doing a few questions for a study group. The teacher gave us a list of 17 that he's going to pull the 2 or 3 final questions from, so we divvied them up (divied? no, divvied. ew, that looks weird). The first one is on hume, the second one is on the problem of the criterion, and the third one is on something that I haven't started and sure as hell aren't going to look up now.