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I’m taking a breather from figuring out the net present value of stuff for my finance homework and listening to the State of the Union as background noise.

I want to just point out that something happened to Obama on my TV.

While Joe Biden looks all normal and pink, almost like a baby, and the speaker of the house (whoever that is- I’m a terrible, uninformed citizen. And it certainly doesn’t help that I’ve been living in a hole in the ground, watching only Veronica Mars on DVD) looks nicely tanned and has a good, healthy glow about him, President Obama looks… jaundice.

First, I thought he looked yellow, like an Oompa Loompa, because I was watching Fox. (I had been watching a Glee rerun, “Furt,” to be specific.) So I switched to CNN. Still really yellow.

The weird thing is his hands look like a normal skin color, his normal skin color. So I know that it’s something about his face.

My guess is that The Man is trying to make him more white.

Obviously, they’re not doing a very good job.

Seriously, the jig is up.

Anyway, I enjoy listening to Obama talk. I’m not really sure I could tell you what he talked about in this State of the Union, but his enunciation is like a dream. The inflection he uses when he speaks is like a song. I’d like his speech pattern on Facebook if I could. I’d like it like Lionel Richie, all night long.

On a somewhat related note, Seneca and I had a brief discussion of stupid rules within the English language. She mentioned that the “I” before “E” except after “C” rule is stupid and false.

I told her, “I think the I before E thing is bull.”

Seneca basically agreed, “It’s an attempt to make English less ridiculous, and it fails.”

So then, because I’m succinct and can think of more than one thing at a time, I essentially ended our conversation with the following awesomeness: “English just… sucks, much like America, where all of these rules exist but there are always a bunch of loopholes.”

See why it’s related??? President Obama, State of the Union, America…?


I’m sitting in front of the fire on the couch in the living room, mostly watching Veronica Mars on DVD. I can’t help but notice, though, how beautiful it is outside.

My backyard is a forest. My backyard is a glassy, frozen lake. My backyard is a hill made for sledding. My backyard is laden with the tracks of animals. My backyard is covered in a blanket of fresh, white snow.

My backyard is Narnia.

Oh, my God. I wishhhhhhhh.

Mr Tumnus could even bring me presents.

Dude, if I could slip through my closet door and wind up in Narnia, I would never come back. Me and Mr. Tumnus would play gin rummy (he’d have to teach me how because I currently don’t know what that game is) and drink tea in the afternoons. Our evenings would include reading to each other and babysitting for the Beavers occasionally. Sometimes we would have potlucks and all the residents of the forest could come over for a good time. I’d learn to knit so Mr. Tumnus could have a variety of wildly colored scarves to keep his neck warm when he went out in the snow.

In my version of Narnia, there would be no White Witch. Fuck no, because that bitch ruined everything. I don’t want to escape to a world that’s worse that this one.

Oh, I also just wanted to throw this in really quick: you know how sometimes you feel like you need to sneeze, and you even get so far to making that ugly sneeze-face that happens when you’re just about to sneeze? Yeah, all that happens and then you are sitting there, stuck and waiting for your sneeze because all of a sudden, out of nowhere, your sneeze is nowhere to be found? That just happened to me. How does that happen? Where do all those almost-sneezes go? Narnia?