I usually don’t tell jokes. (I rely on my impeccable wit and incisive cynicism.) But I particularly like this one.

So, St. Peter wants to go on vacation and he’s asking God for advice.

“What do you think about outer space,” St. Peter asks.

“Mmm,” replies God as he shrugs his shoulders. “It’s all right, but there’s just no atmosphere. It’s not really that fun.”

St. Peter thinks for a moment. “OK, well, how about Earth then?”

Without hestitating, God replies, “Oh no, don’t go there. I was there about 2000 years ago. Met this nice Jewish girl and they’re still talking about it.”

Hahahaha. That gets me every time. Sad, I know.

But Bollywood and its general yumminess makes everything better:

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_Wm1KDx2NA[/youtube]

(From Dhoom:2)

Don’t read into it; just go with it.

Movies my life is:
- When Harry Met Sally
- Meet the Parents
- 10 Things I Hate about You
- Sideways
- Wizard of Oz
- The Grinch

Movies my life will be:
My Best Friend’s Wedding -
The Station Agent -
Anger Management -
Never Been Kissed -
Sixteen Candles -

Movies my life should be:
- Cinderella
- Dirty Dancing
- Gross Pointe Blank
- Ocean’s 11
- Lucky Number Slevin
- Independence Day
- Catch Me if You Can
- Return of the King

If I had been diligently changing my Facebook status updates for the past few days/weeks, etc., they would look something like this. E is:

happy
sad
excited
stressed
anxious
rooting for Obama
swamped
overloaded
loving classes
in love with Octavian of Rome
daily becoming more proficient in Italian
losing her sanity
embracing change
irritated
disappointed
angry
ready to be alone
ready to stop being single
ready for a boyfriend
amazed by her friends
appreciative of her roommate
becoming addicted to coffee
mistaken
lonely
hyper
addicted to Snood
growing
changing
wondering if she should get a new pair of shoes
ready to redecorate her dorm room
for once excited about snow
moving on
forgetting about the news
ready for a girls night
wanting to go out
ready to look like a girl
no longer writing
no longer reading for fun
not watching movies anymore
missing Shakespeare
wanting to go to India
excited about her new job
excited for Scotland
super excited for orchestra
thinking she needs to practice more
bummed she’s going to miss the Oscars
wondering if she should feel guilty
in the right major
feeling ridiculously self conscious
not laughing as much
tired of making decisions
religiously reading horoscopes
ready to move on
not wanting to move on
enjoying the new hair cut

MOST IMPORTANTLY:

hanging in there

This may sound kind of strange, but I think I needed the election to be over.  As much as I loved the campaign, as much as I love the people, as much as I miss it all, I think it all, in some metaphorical sense, kept me grounded in life before college.  It’s hard to explain.  I still love everyone; I still miss it all to some extent, but there’s just been something different about these past few days.

I’m not sure any of it has to do with the outcome of the election at all.  Yes, part of me is bummed Jack lost. I mean, I knew it was basically inevitable, and I know that what we were a part of this summer changed the face of SD politics.  But losing never gets easy. Granted, we didn’t lose everything.  It’s definitely awesome to be on a liberal campus where everyone has been celebrating since the AP called Montana and Virginia and since Rumsfeld resigned.  And my little color coded map of which counties voted down the abortion ban is very comforting.

Beyond all that, the rest of this week has just been different.  It’s hard to expalin, but I feel like college has really started.  I think part of it has to do with the fact that my friends saw who I really was on election day and found it highly endearing/amusing.  (They took very good care of me, followed my directions very well.)  But, for some reason things are just really falling into place now.  And maybe it just has to do with the fact that we’ve been here for over two months now.

For one thing, the orchestra concert last night was amazing.  Apparently, it was the best concert the Middlebuy Orchestra has ever given.  And the movie “Thank you for Smoking” is hilarious–especially since it tries to make fun of Vermont, but you’d have to live in Vermont to really get the jokes.

I had to select my courses for next semester, and in the process I realized that an English major isn’t what I really want to do.  I mean, I want to write, but I can do that with anything.  I’m now an International Studies major.  (Technically speaking, it’s a European studies major with an economics minor and a proficiency in Italian, all supplemented by an English minor.)  All it means is that I get to take an economics class, and English class, and an Italian class every semester and then get to choose amongst other awesome IS classes or random distribution requirements.  I’m excited.  On top of all this, I might be making waves.  Might.  We’ll see.  First, I have to finish my paper.  I’ll tell you later.  All I can say is, how could I have ever known Shakespeare and politics were going to change my life.

Have a good weekend!

Here’s today’s food for thought.

I’m a bisocial heterosexual.
(Think about it.)

I don’t think there are more homosexuals (proportionally) than there have ever been.  However, I do think society’s awareness of homosexuality has increased making people believe there are more homosexuals.  But one then has to consider where “homosocials” fit it–people who are deeper friends with the same sex.  A literary example of a “homosocial” relationship is between Bassanio and Antonio in Shakespeare’s “The Merchant of Venice.”  Bassanio loves and marries Portia but there’s a certain part of his heart that will always belong to Antonio and will almost always override Bassianio’s love for Portia.  Is this “attraction” sexual or mereley more social?  Which is stronger?  The bonds of friendship or the bonds of sexuality?  Does it change from person to person?