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~ dimanche, mars 23, 2003 ~

What a crazy last post. Makes you think as if someone likes me haha... So anyway, I kicked off the season with my annual spring cleaning. Dusting, rearranging, washing, sweeping, vacuuming, disinfecting and deodorizing. I'm ashamed to say I rather enjoyed myself. What can I say, sometimes I just love to clean. There's something about being able to put things in order and making things neat that makes me feel as if I'm changing the world. One day i'll be sitting among a small group of odd people in a perfect circle admitting, "Hello, my name is Benjamin and I'm compulsive." Yesterday, I tried in vain to clean the classroom of my AP English instructor, Dr. Brown. By the end of the day, desks were disarranged across the room, trash was littered all over the floor, and books were dishevelled on the shelves. Dr. Brown's class is a lost cause. On the other hand, I am successfully maintaining the classroom of my French teacher, Mlle. Pulido. A desk or two would get misaligned once in a while but not drastically. I noticed that my Yearbook class is the messiest bunch of hoodlums that... haha. That infamous gang is very much guilty of committing such deeds as paper shuffling, and the ever so terrible desk swapping. Goodness.
I certainly hope that my college roommate doesn't turn out to be a notorious punk rock poster hanger, nail-clipping thrower, magazine stacker, clothing scatterer, unfolded bedsheet leaver, bedwetter, uncontrolled flatulator, pillow on the floor placer, candy wrapper litterer, uncoordinated pee-er... the list goes on. I really want a girl roommate because guys really can be icky. Hmmm... that didn't sound right. But wait, girls can be just as bad. I may be doomed. I've noticed that some people just don't know how to dust computers, vacuum the edges of carpets, align books on shelves, patch holes in walls, twist-tie cords, shine mirrors, properly dispose of used cotton swabs (Q-tips), etc. Hmmm... Than again, the other extreme side of the spectrum must be examined. I don't want to be too clean. What if I were forced to live with a person who wanted everything clean and disinfected, white and plain? That would be terrible. I don't want to be with anyone who doesn't appreciate a good rearranging rampage. I need change after all. Otherwise, everything would be too boring. I would like to live with someone who can admire collections of antiquities and nighty-lit candles... a person who can appreciate soft classical, opera, swing, and jazz background music... a person who will tolerate fits of rage and telephones being hurled against the wall across the room. haha... I'm crazy. But anyway, my meeting someone like that calls for a slim chance... or is it fat chance? hmmm... no chance.

~Benjamin 3/23/2003 12:00:00 AM

~ jeudi, mars 20, 2003 ~

She never ceases to charm me. We don't talk much but that is a-changing. Something in the way she woooooos me. I can't pinpoint it but its been going on for quite sometime. But it's just too bad the circumstances that we are faced with. But I'm going to change all that.

~Benjamin 3/20/2003 06:16:00 PM

~ mercredi, mars 19, 2003 ~

I don't feel fear at all. I don't know why. I just don't feel scared. I feel guilty for feeling this way. I just feel hopeful. I feel like this war is far too grave- greater than all of us. We don't seem to have any control over it and I fear our country more than i do the war. We have no say. Some people choose not to have a say at all. Recent polls showed that many Americans don't know anything about the war at all. Most people are more concerned about a basketball game next week than the conflict abroad. It's odd to think what these ignorant people are members of our scoiety. They will be the great downfall in the future of our nation. I am sickened by this. Today, I overheard somebody comment on how all Middle Eastern people are the same and how we should bomb Iraq to death along with the rest of that region. What careless disrespect! Those stupid people who are oblivious of their plug to modern news are utterly disgraceful and unacceptable in a country that is trying to maintain its reputable proponency of peace. I never feel more ashamed of my Western identity when I hear reckless comments like that.

~Benjamin 3/19/2003 11:01:00 PM

WAR HAS BEGUN. A few hours ago, a barrage of missiles rained over Baghdad with the attempt to flood out Hussein. A few minutes ago, Saddam Hussein addressed his nation, calling for all loyal citizens to draw their swords and prepare for battle. "Long live Jihad and Palestine," said he. Now the world is watching. May the people of Iraq be free. May the people of the United States be safe. May the citizens of the world and all of humanity be in peace.

~Benjamin 3/19/2003 10:39:00 PM

~ lundi, mars 17, 2003 ~

Happy Saint Patrick's Day! What wonderful weather we had today. The air seemed so clean and fresh. The sun was warm but the wind was chilly and it made for the perfect ensemble. The clouds in the sky, poofy and whoosy, were spectacular. Today has been a fairly good day for me. I went to an art museum, the Norton Simon, in Pasadena and viewed the marvelous art collections they had. After my afternoon class, I went to the grassy hill overlooking the Duarte pool. There I relaxed. I looked up towards the deep blue and bright white sky, down to Sonya and Natalie as they swam, and to the side where lies the small expanse of the greenest grass in town. There I reclined while reviewing a bit of government notes and it felt wonderfully rebellious to be in that position while wearing semi-formal professor-style apparel. The weather was even more beautiful than the captivations in the paintings at the musée. I wonder why nobody has the time anymore to sit back in a grassy park and spend an afternoon in placid and euphoric well-being. Few people spend their semaines in such a way that the paintings seemed to convey. What can possibly be more appealing and beautiful than a jour autour nature?

~Benjamin 3/17/2003 06:13:00 PM

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