I skipped class this morning, and I feel antsy. Just some thoughts.

From Sheehan Arrested During Anti-War Protest (San Francisco Chronicle)

“I would like to say to Cindy Sheehan and her supporters: Don’t be a group of unthinking lemmings,” said Mitzy Kenny of Ridgeley, W.Va., whose husband died in Iraq last year. She said the anti-war demonstrations “can affect the war in a really negative way. It gives the enemy hope.”

Bitch, shut up. Are you being an unthinking lemming with your support of the war, tagging the bullshit line of voicing discontent “gives the enemy hope?” Why is it so difficult for some people to have a difference of opinion without denigrating those they disagree with? I mean, I’ve been holding back in saying that people who still support the war are somehow dumb or just unwilling to admit that they’re wrong (although they are) and considering that maybe they just see things a different way. Other people should do the same. Or the… contrapositive of that.

D’Angelo Critically Injured in Car Crash (Rolling stone)

The heck? Didn’t he just get his sentence suspended last week? What sad irony. I don’t know what Angie Stone did to turn him out to crack in the first place, but I hope he survives and is okay… maybe he’ll have a “Through the Wire” life-changing experience a’la Kanye.

So Nip/Tuck comes on tonight. Spectacular yes.

Search terms that have been bringing people here lately:

Tearria+Marie
Thicke
John+Fountain+the+black+church
pretty+black+girls
John+Mayer
spectacular+yes

If I were the seeker of any of these topics and ended up here, I’d be pissed. I’m starting to think that maybe blogs are taking up too much space on the internet, and clogging search results, especially Google results, with bs sites that nobody wants to read. I mean, it’s nice to hear an opinion once in a while, but do I really have anything germane to say about Tearria Marie? Does anyone?

And thanks to my endless ramblings about my breasts, I have a linkback from adultteensluts.com. Classic.

I am currently trying to write a letter to my insurance company begging them to pleasepleasePLEASE approve my request to cover a breast reduction mamaplasty. I’m not quite sure what to say. It’s not fun, it’s not sexy, it’s not in any way enjoyable. I can hardly walk, I’ve gained twenty pounds in the past nine months, and part of that is because the simple act of walking leaves my back so tired and aching that I don’t have the energy to work out by the time I get to the gym. I could lose 1500 grams of tissue per side and still be in a full C, possibly a D-cup. I feel like a freak.

So I’m reading success stories and tragedy stories and all these accounts of other women who’ve gone through the same process, and I haven’t even come across anyone who’s as bad off as I am. Yet I’m still worried about my insurance not covering me. It’s reached a point where if it comes down to choosing between paying tuition and housing or paying for this surgery, I’m just going to have to sit out a semester, because the physical stress of simply getting around campus is too much for me to handle. I don’t want to do that because I just finished taking time off, and I’ve made such good progress getting myself back into the swing of things… I just don’t know what to do anymore.