Writers at the Oscars

Yay for Cormac McCarthy! How fantastic is he?! Where's his Oscar, huh?

And YAY for Diablo Cody! Still haven't seen Juno, but I will. She's a woman. And she won for best original screenplay at the Academy Awards. Hoorah!

Golden Age

Blogging has been low on my list lately, guys. The anxiety is back in bits. The homework is back in huge helpings. The sickness finally caught up with me. The weekends have been spent in other Kansas plots.

I'm getting reading glasses. I first got glasses in third grade. My mom took me to the mall to pick out glasses after church one Sunday, and I was very excited. I had on my favorite little jumper/skort flowery outfit. Looking through the frames, I found some burgandy round ones. They matched my outfit perfectly. When they asked me what color of lenses I wanted, I thought the rose-tinted ones would complete the look.

Yes, I picked out glasses to match my outfit.

I wore them for less than a year. Basically, I needed them for reading and such, but I think I was supposed to wear them all the time (best to tell a kid that). I have excellent distance vision to this day. But, the last few years of sitting in front of the computer screen so much has caused eye strain, and it's flowed over to slight blurriness or headaches when I'm reading.

Glasses don't look good on my face. I'm glad I'm getting glasses to help, but it's going to be strange.

In the past month, I have become more invested in politics than ever before. I watch CNN every Tuesday night and watch the primary results come in. CNN predictions are exciting. My political opinions (the few I have) are usually kept to myself. I feel embarrassed promoting a candidate if I don't know every detail of every issue in case someone asks me. But I know some, and I feel good about my choice for Barack Obama. I really do. I trust him. Believe him. Admire him. And I think he needs to be president.

At first, I must admit, I was all for Hillary Clinton. Mainly because she's democrat and a woman. Wow! a woman running for president! Little did I know that another candidate would come along to make me think again about my hasty instinctual favoritism.

I even donated to his campaign. Five dollars, though. That's all I can afford. I care about what happens to this country next November. I don't want the same Republican crap going on in the White House for another four years. And that's what I understand McCain is planning on doing.

Basically, no matter who you vote for, vote! A lot of Americans don't think their vote matters. My boyfriend is one of them. I wish he'd just vote for the hell of it then, but he won't. Please please please if you care about what happens in the next few years, care what's happening now.

Right now it's supposed to be warming up to 47 degrees...but it sure doesn't look like it. It snowed again last night. Snow snow snow. Always snow this season. More than I ever remember. Spring, please.

Holy cow. I'm almost 23.

Across Kansas by William Stafford

My family slept those level miles
but like a bell rung deep till dawn
I drove down an aisle of sound,
nothing real but in the bell,
past the town where I was born.

Once you cross a land like that
you own your face more: what the light
struck told a self; every rock
denied all the rest of the world.
We stopped at Sharon Springs and ate--

My state still dark, my dream too long to tell.