Over Math last night, Tricia and I discussed the advantages of being hobbit women.

  1. They have hairy feet and this is normal, so they probably aren’t expected to shave their legs.

  2. Huge feet are normal, and we wouldn’t have to worry about finding big enough shoes because they don’t wear shoes.

  3. At least in the movie, they aren’t incredibly beautiful on the most part, so we wouldn’t feel inadequate in comparison to other hobbit women. And most hobbits don’t get much interaction with the elves, so they won’t know what they’re missing, ha!

  4. Nifty curly hair without apparent effort!

  5. Hobbit women are generally taller than hobbit men, so we tall girls wouldn’t have to worry about being taller than our hobbit boyfriends.

  6. They aren’t expected to be stick-thin.

  7. Dude, who wouldn’t want to live in the Shire? Well, maybe the Shire with internet access.

  8. Hobbit kids are the cutest things since sliced bread.

  9. Everyone is constantly bursting into song!

  10. Tookland accents? Hold me back.

Of course, there are disadvantages, like the fact that everyone and their dog smokes, but oh well. We hobbit women can band together and lobby an anti-smoking law in all public buildings and restaurants. And there’s a lot of drinking, but it doesn’t look like there’s any drunken abuse, and if it leads to Merry and Pippin singing and dancing on tables, I’m all for it. So yay hobbits!

Gah! Just got another “Notice of Fine or Fee” email from the library, and they’ve charged me another random $25. I now owe $140. And Joan hasn’t found the book yet, and I’m beginning to doubt we will. Should I just go ahead and pay it so I won’t be charged any extra? Urggh, stupid library.

And stupid person on the 2nd floor making eggs at 6AM that burned and made smoke and set off the fire alarm and we all had to troop outside in the cold and I wasn’t awake enough as I left the room so I wasn’t wearing warm enough clothes and we were out there for 20 minutes and bleh.

“To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American people.” – Theodore Roosevelt

Anyone but Bush in ’04. I’m going to need a three-plus hour long shower with a steel-wool loofah afterwards, but come November I will vote for the nominee. In the meantime, I’ll see that those 4,000+ signatures I helped gather don’t go to waste and vote for Dean in the Pennsylvania primary this April. Dean’s policies still need representation in the party platform. I’ve added a strip of duct-tape to my button that says “Still supporting” Dean for America. In the meantime, I’m still deciding on whether Kerry or Edwards deserves my favor. Bah to the both of them, they just can’t compare.

On the lighter side, “Howard Dean supporters will be thrilled to find out that the former frontrunner has finally won something!” Presidental Candidate Hot or Not Ratings. *cackles*

*heavy sigh*

And then there were four.

Gotta just keep reminding myself: my primary platform is “Anyone But Bush.” Preferences within the Democratic candidates should be second.

History will not forget you. In a way, you’ve already won. You gave backbone to the Democratic party. You shaped this election. You stood up when no one else would. A large percentage of the Democratic platform started with you. Your mission was to change America, and you have.

It’s not that Howard Dean wasn’t ready for America. America wasn’t ready for Howard Dean. The fight is not over.

As for me, I guess I’d better give Kerry and Edwards another chance. Meanwhile, I’ll still be wearing my button. Howard Dean for America, not just in ’04.

I dreamed that I woke up one morning and my hair was fluffy and gorgeous and thick and went down to my knees. My first act was to make Princess Leia buns. Hmm, I must have done something right. I’ve noticed that in my dreams, hair symbolizes status and general good karma. *ponders*

In other news, this makes my morning. Zombie! Kicked puppy! Evil chipmunk ninja mastermind!

Whee! And at 3AM, my Java homework is more or less done! Now, off to work a bit more on my Design stuff. Yaaaaaay, college. Props to Alexi and Tanner for keeping me awake. Apologies to Tanner for giving him a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup as motivation, as he’s probably suffering post-sugar rush withdrawal now.

Highlights: I named one of my arrays “IHateJava” and tested the majority of my methods with an object named “figwit”. Because everything is funny at 3 in the morning.

I skipped Math today to work some more on my Communications paper, which prods bootay. After all, Stovall essentially teaches right out of the book, so missing the Math lecture once a blue moon isn’t too bad. The only really negative thing is the missed opportunity to add to my “tool” count, comparable to the “um” count from my British History class a few years ago.

Bwaha, I get to overuse the word “torrid!” Thank you, Dove Chocolates, for highlighting such an excellent word in your ad! Torrid, torrid, torrid. I’ve used it 6 times so far in 3 pages. Muahahaha! Also: licentious, lustful, endorphins, naked, strewn. Good words. But not moue, alas.

In other news, does anyone know where one can find a clip of Andy’s “Gollum does Grease” bit from Conan?