The upcoming weeks:


Private Tour of The Reagan Ranch with speakers and free Republican junk (tomorrow)

Surfing (hopefully Sunday unless I don't get anything done)

Oceanside (if I get to go to the leadership conference, which I may not if I go surfing on Sunday instead of to church)

The Space Ship Launch. A race for 10 million dollars to build completely civilian three seater space craft is finally finished. The launch is from Mojave Airport. Be there at 5am, launch is at 7! (Wednesday, September 29th)

TRONA Gem-O-Rama Playing in the mud, swimming in the salt lakes, looking for these awesome crystals (some as big as your leg!) (October 9-10)

If you want to come on any of these adventures, contact me and I will write your name on a seat in The Adventure Camry. Plus, we can go up to the observatory and study quasars through the one meter telescope with the visiting Prof from Caltech. I'll tell you when I get the information!

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Nothing is so interesting as a car full of young and idealistic campus Republicans. You get questions such as, "Are we the only Republicans on the 5-Cs?" and "My friends who are conservative leaning are afraid to express their opinions... should they be?" and "Does the workload ever change here at Pomona?" and before I can answer, "yes, it gets much much worse" he says, "Because it's killing me!" and I have to change to saying, "Ah, well, once you get the hang of it, it will be fine!"
But we all went to the fundraiser and I got the excellent job of seating everyone and guarding the door to make sure they didn't seat themselves before the Governator arrived. I was doing my duty with my new friends HaiYung and David, with HaiYang as our first line of defense. Unfortunately, HaiYung folded very easily and he ended up seating as many as seven old ladies "who couldn't stand up any longer" well before the ballroom was open. We made sure to ridicule him for his weakness while avoiding having to turn anyone away ourselves. Some women were so rude that they 1. did not ask us if the ballroom was open 2. walked right by when we tried to intercept them, and 3. physically brushed us aside and opened the door into our faces on their way in. Well there you go, terrorists. I guess that's the best way to get inside. Or you could ask HaiYung and he'll find your table for you! The sad thing was that these were just the kind of people who were who they were because they had spent their lives pushing aside people like us. As David said, "These people just smell rich."
"And how do rich people smell?"
"Very rich."
We met Ben Stein briefly, and as the Governator never showed up because all planes into LAX were diverted due to a radar problem, he ran most of the show. Ahnold talked to us over the phone for a while, and that was sweet. Even said "Hasta la vista" at the end, and "did I do a good job, Bill?"
There weren't too many famous people there that we knew, but that's mostly because the Hollywood crowd leans to the other side, which Ben Stein said is perfectly fine with him. Ahnold said that he thought that Barbara Boxer was probably in charge of funding the power to the radar towers. ;)
When Bill Jones came in there was music and everyone was giving him a standing ovation and the pillars of the ballroom were flashing red white and blue and I was eating a dinner that cost $200-$500 a plate. Actually, though I got my own dessert, I had to share dinner with someone else, which was a weird experience because she just ate some and then gave her half eaten plate to me, and I, starving, picked out as much as was still edible and ate it with her remaining knife and dessert spoon. I didn't even know this woman, she was just one of the head volunteers. I got to sit with a lot of fabulously rich people and I took a picture of them for them, I wish I had stolen that seating chart because then I would know who it was that I was sitting with.
It was a fabulous experience and here are some memorable quotes:

"Oh, they are all the same. They're the College Republicans. They're all clones."
--woman answering her friend who thought that she just saw the same ticket-taker twice

"Oh, those boys are VERY good looking. Look how good looking those boys are! Very good looking!"
--woman in her late fifties commenting on the College Republicans. It's true. They really are clones.
Turns out I met a freshman who is from Colorado, went on the sea kayaking OA, knows all the same places I do, and was at the John Mayer concert at Red Rocks, sitting some 15 rows in front of me. In fact, I probably walked right past him seeing as Ann and I walked the whole place before deciding where to sit. Crazy.

Looks like since we are such good volunteers that Rob is going to hook us up with seeing ol' George W. I love it how I get to go on everything since there is practically only one of me on campus! :D

That reminds me of an excellent quote by Shan's future husband and my until recently "secret boyfriend": "You support Bush!? You are being indoctrinated!"

... by whom? Can a person indoctrinate herself?

Bill Jones seemed like a solid guy, but there is all this talk of California getting its fair share and California returning to its status as the Golden State and all that stuff. Yeah, I think California's getting MORE than its fair share. Though Ahnold did say that Cali only gets 77 cents for every dollar in taxes that they pay the government which isn't really fair, (except for maybe right this minute, when Cali is not being destroyed by four hurricanes and everyone else is), but it was surreal to see how big and important and big time all this was, coming from the Bob Schaffer campaign. There it was just the sweat and tears and hard work and there it was the big money and the big names and the plastic surgery. They want their name in lights, as the most important state in the union. Colorado wants someone who is going to represent their water rights in the Senate. It just was amazing what a different plane of existence these people live on. The other amazing thing was that I met people who actually hold my same opinions and beliefs. It was such an odd experience for me that I didn't know how to handle it. I kept waiting to disagree with them, since I've become generally skeptical and cautious, but what can I say, they surprised me. Bill Jones may really be the one for California. I guess we'll find out when he wins, eh? winkwink, nudge nudge!

Callisto's bowl is once again spotless. Man, I love that fish.

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Isn't it strangely coincidental that they are running Fahrenheit 9/11 at the school theatre on 9/11? I don't feel any agenda being forced on me, do you?
I have to believe in the right to bear arms, just in case I have to shoot myself.

I went hiking in Ice House Canyon today, and I could certainly see why Southern California is the best place to film movies. They have every kind of environment that you could ever want, all in the same place! Babbling brooks through leafy forests, 20 minutes outside the suburbs, winding rocky trails though dead trees, incredible desert vistas! We got on the subject of bird mating and mating in the animal kingdom, which in many cases just seems like plain rape. This conversation continuewhich some how ended in Kristina telling Lisa, "If you get raped by a wood-pecker, I am never speaking to you again."
We hiked to the top of Timber Mountain, from which we could see the high desert as well as a lot of the peaks of the San Gabriels. Lisa did not finally end up getting raped by any wood-peckers, but we met a friendly and well-built group of uniformed firemen.... ahem. Then we went back down to Claremont where it occurred to us that we were covered in dirt. But we went to dinner anyway.

The End.

Overheard:
"Woah, like, how can there be so many SAMOAS!?"
-guy looking at map in Oldenborg

"In Hawaii they shoot all the fish!"

"Yeah, like that one time when you called the paramedics? hahahaha"

"Are you trying to move it? The Harvey Mudd thing? That's going to be hard. I was one of the guys who STOLE it! HAHAHA"

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Carol would like to file a complaint against #36 of the Perfect Husband List. Biker spandex, she alleges, is absolutely a plus in a prospective husband as well as shaved legs. While The Council of Kristina and Laura will take this complaint into consideration, it is probably better that it is not included on our list leaving more of such fine artifically hairless spandex-clad gentlemen for Carol's perusal.

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You know, whenever I daydream of something, it always doesn't happen. Like let us imagine that I daydream about getting a letter out of the blue. I might daydream about this every day for a month, but on the one day that I am too busy to think of it or I've finally actually completely given up- that's when it happens. This has the terrible side-effect that no matter what happens to me, it always takes me by surprise. Does this happen to everyone, or only me? I've gotten to the point where if I think of something that I want to happen I immediately curse myself for thinking of it because that absolutely means that it will never happen. By the sole act of thinking of it, I've destroyed any chance of it ever coming true. Another nasty side effect of this happens to be that I can never say, "Oh! I was hoping this would happen! Oh, how I dreamt of this day!" or maybe, "It's EXaCtlY what I wanted, how did you know?" Or maybe I could say this, and it would be true, but I never would have ever imagined that you would buy it for me. In fact, I had probably had been daydreaming that you would buy me something else, that I in fact did not exactly want, and your actual present is much better, but I didn't have the joy of imagining exactly what it might be. Alas. Such is a bitter curse. Just like when people call you when you've finally given up that they'll ever call and you don't really care or think about it anymore after a long time of thinking about it all the time and finally when you've reached this point of independence and enlightenment... BAM! Broadsided!

This is not about anything in particular, mind you, it was just thought.

In other news, my life is over. Just kidding. I just said that because that's what I want to say to Ranor when he gets back but he's not here and I don't know where he went and I really want to throw myself onto his bed/couch and exclaim dramatically that my life is over. Because it is. And you would understand if you were Ranor. But you're not. Unless you are, in which case unlock your room. :D

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I have a bunch of classes now. See: Schedule. Callisto, my excellent fish, his bowl is green because I put some anti-biotics in it thanks to my excellent friend Ranor to stop Callisto's fin rot. Ew. Fin rot.

My couch has arrived alive thanks to MP (Military Police?). He was the only one who believed in my couch... the most optimistic person in our hall. I don't know if he looks at himself that way, but that's obviously what he is. Everyone else tut tutted and doubted that the magnificence of the couch could be contained by the ~7ft space I had made for it. Sure, my fridge and microwave are now sitting in the middle of my room blocking my desk drawers, but fie on the Disbelievers! MP can have first priority for sitting on my couch. And ten bucks, if he ever needs it or I secretly leave it on his desk in gratitude.

As for my George Bush [sticker], he wages his War On Terror on my wall, separated from that John Kerry [sticker] by a thin sliver of Huntley Bookstore [sticker] that prevents them from all out debate, which would render John Kerry in the "open" minds of hall voters hopelessly imperious and George Bush hopelessly one sticker short of a complete scrapbook, if you know what I mean.

I am formulating a plan to pay a visit to the Volcano on Saturday. WHO IS WITH ME!

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I'm back at school again, making my room into paradise. I have been thinking about God again, because of the email to us warning us about the dangers of WEST NILE VIRUS. They said that there had been some dead birds found and they were put in plastic bags but the people who were supposed to pick them up hadn't come yet, so I could only imagine all these dead birds lying about in plastic bags all over campus, ah, on the way to math, a dead bird in the walk, how scenic! Doesn't he look just like a picture, how still he is! What is that sucking his blood? An adorable mosquito! And the school officials would tackle us and drag us away and quarantine us. They said that we should report any standing water. And I thought, by god, no one could hide standing water from me! They'll have their little hidden stashes of standing water and even though we are friends I will have to report them and all of their West Nile Activities. I thought I might write that out so that no one would have any false ideas about me and I could give my buddies a chance to hide or clean up their act because that's the only slack I could give them about the matter. DEATH TO STANDING WATER!
You're wondering what this has to do with God, right? Well, what if I said, "No matter where you hide, I'll find and report your standing water, by god!"

Would God be offended by that? Or would he be like, "haha, right-o what a cheery jest." I wonder if I said to God, "Why, God, I was only joking, having a bit of fun." if He is the kind of Guy who would say, "You know, Zanzibar, there are some things that we just don't joke about. One of those is the Name of the Lord." and I would say, "but isn't your name really Iovah or Yaweh or Father? God is just a general name like calling someone mom, and we make your mom jokes all the time and those are hilarious!" and God would sigh and say, "Breaking yet another of My Commandments isn't funny at all, no." errrrkk....
Or maybe He'd be like, "You know, you really oughtn'd to do that!" and then when we had got in the car and we were driving away, He'd smile indulgently and say, "though it was certainly a funny one, eh!" and we'd get an ice cream.

Those fools have made it impossible for me to take softball... good thing I have an ENTIRE BAG of softball nonense.

Off I go to dream about people that I'm not allowed to dream about. You know how it is.

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watching: all the little froshies tomorrow heheheh
listening to: System of a Down
mood: weary

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I realized that the entire perfect husband list is actually something like 7 or 8 pages long, so I will include some of the most important ones. (Keep in mind that some of these are Kristina's, some are mine, and some are both, and I'm not going to say which are which)

Ahem... in roughly the order in which we thought of them....


1. Virile
2. Likes to roll down grassy hills
3. Willing to polka
4. Likes to eat Chinese food
5. Will tolerate Luna Bars (doesn't think they have estrogen in them)
6. Likes to dance in the rain (run over graves in a thunderstorm!)
7. No samurai ponytail
8. likes silly hats
9. Believes me when I say that cakes age to perfection
10. Likes sidewalk chalk
11. Thinks pain is weakness leaving the body (except for when I'm in labor)
12. Will let me touch his hair
13. likes the Sexy Tractor song
14. not jealous of Prince William, Juanes, Matt Damon, Enrique Iglesias, or Ranor
15. wants a dog (but not a pansy-ass dog)
16. likes to travel to exotic places
17. likes to try new things (rock climbing! surfing!)
18. Appreciates nerdy/stupid jokes
19. Shares his flannel shirt
20. Loves PB&J
21. Is easily amused
22. Can open really difficult jars
23. Lets me draw on him
24. Lets me carry heavy things
25. Has mixed feelings about Canadians
26. Likes bubble baths (with toy ships or me or both)
27. watched TMNT and David the Gnome
28. has strange relatives
29. Isn't a huge fan of the Detroit Red Wings or Oakland Raiders
30. likes to skip rocks
31. likes to take pictures/be in them
32. makes a cute old man
33. doesn't turn into a werewolf/vampire
34. hasn't slept with 1002 women (Sultan or no Sultan)
35. not completely opposed to moving to Wisconsin
36. Doesn't wear biker spandex
37. doesn't cheat, steal, or lie, or tolerate those who do
38. Likes to munch on Lifesavers at night in a dark forest
39. can load a hay-bale into a pick-up truck w/o his shirt
40. has exotic and sundry talents
41. likes to give and get massages
42. looks good in a dadundadun (but wouldn't wear one in public)
43. looks good when he doesn't shave, but shaves
44. thinks about the vastness of the universe
45. twitches before falling into deep sleep
46. will kill bugs if they need to be killed, but will pray for their souls
47. isn't secretly gay

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