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wish i may
i might
make a wish upon a star tonight..
email.
me.
i'm brooke. a short, fatish, bisexual, feminist, pacifist, very-liberal activist. i have 4 cats. and 2 computers, 2 kayaks, 1 masters degree, multiple backpacks, and way too many books.
i live in the most beautiful eugene, oregon. i'm currently disabled due to treatment resistant severe depression. i've been blogging since election day of 2000.
i'm born and raised in the mountains of southwestern virginia. i could join the daughters of the american revolution, i don't think they'd like me cause i hear they like to throw tea parties instead of rallies and revolutions.
links.
lane co. bill of rights defense committee (lcbordc) ~
bill of rights defense committee ~
chel ~
lisa ~
carrie ~
cinnamon
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Tuesday, July 22
ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sssssoooooooo tired.
up at 7.43am this morning (monday) after going to sleep around 3. 200.00 in copies, panic, the hottest day of the year, the hottest night i've ever experienced in oregon, trip to roseburg, and somehow i'm still awake. i'm learning to live on less and less and less sleep.
listening to nightline. the united states wants to go into liberia. guess what? liberia has something to do with oil. i don't know the true facts, but i've read it.
"the united states is stretched thin".. well, fuck yeah. talk to the kids who go hungry every night because welfare and food stamps get cut. yeah, america is stretched thin.
fuck this. fuck this fuck this fuck this. I HATE GEORGE BUSH. i really really really hate him. going on 3 wars in 3 years? oh fuck that shit. if we give so much a flying fuck about humanitarian stuff lets talk about guantanamo bay, lets talk about the detainees who have been abused in detention with no access to lawyers, no proof against them, all alone in their cells, doctors in the prisons being quoted "if i could execute all of you, i would." GEORGE BUSH IS NOT A HUMANITARIAN. HE DOESN'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT ANYONE BUT HIS CROONIES. AND YOU CAN TELL HIM *I* SAID THAT! its illegal to say certain things about the man, but its not illegal to think them. he's an evil evil doer. this country is going to hell in a handbasket, and what does he do? he just watches it. this is no longer a democracy, this is no longer a country of the people, for the people, by the people.
i should be proud. the more i work on this bordc stuff, the more i learn, the more i think about where i come from. i am a direct decendant of the founder of newport, ri. i am a decendant of the first governor of rhode island. i am a decendant of those who fought in the revolutionary war. my first name goes back generations in my grandmother's side of the family. and now i want to leave. i want to go live in another country. i am so frustrated with the state of this place that i want to leave it. and i am ashamed of myself for wanting to leave. i should want to stick out the fight. and i probably will. but i do have that escape thing happening.
anyhow. its late. i'm tired. i'm grumpy. i'm hot and sticky. and in 48 hours i'll be on a plane heading east. thats unreal. i shouldn't be leaving. i need to be here helping with springfield, helping with the state resolution, tabling and learning and working on websites and and and. so much to do.
many cool things happened today. but tonight i said "i hope y'all don't forget me!" as we were leaving roseburg. and they said "of course we won't, we'll miss you!" i also said i wish i could conference call into the meeting and they said "hmm.. maybe b and his cell phone?" not seriously, but still. and even better.. and this might have been said in the quirkiness of being exhausted.. they said if my family drives me crazy to call and check in. i actually feel like i'm part of a work group that likes each other, that i can socialize with, people that yes, i am finding i've got things in common with.
okay. i've got to go deal with a peepers infected eye.
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