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mrsronweasley) wrote2003-03-20 11:32 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2003-03-20 11:32 am
Fucking hell.
I stayed up last night half an hour past the deadline. I was very tired. We all decided to turn in, because, like it or not, they didn't need us to start the war, and I had to be awake early this morning.
Early this morning, when I turned on the television, I saw bombs.
I really really wanted to go back to bed, but couldn't.
Last night, beforehand, was a good night. I had a wonderful conversation with my mom, and we were both happy to finally talk to each other (she can rarely get a hold of me, and while that used to be a good thing, now it's sort of sad). She told me how much she missed me, and asked me to sing her a song (it was even cuter the way she asked, because she didn't just say "spoi mne pesniu", but "spoi mne pesenku", and I do realize that only, um, two of you would get that, but eh). We talked about HER online correspondences, and she was just so happy that I understood (mwahahahahahaha) and I thought it was the cutest thing, my mom being a fangirl. (Honestly, and people wonder where I get it from?)
And yesterday was simply a wonderful day, warm, sunny and I got to sit outside a cafe and read, and, fuck, I even saw Cute Bartender Boy, and Cute Bartender Boy is not only Cute but also, apparently, wears glasses, and that just about killed me, and C.B.B. recognised me and it was just nice to be looked at that way. And I even bought the coolest shirt at a second hand store that cost me 6 quid. It was a good day.
Today is not a good day. And it's a very very bad day for those who are being bombed right now. What was that about a promise to save and help them? Sorry, Mr. Bush, I didn't hear you. Must have been the load of BULLSHIT coming from your mouth CLOGGING UP MY EARS. It must have been a GODDAMN CITY exploding that was preventing my understanding. It must have been people screaming and, yes, dying that was holding my attention, not your goddamn, self-righteous, load of shit speeches. Where are you right now? Oh, yes, surrounded by your bodyguards. Well, if you're so goddamn sure that war is the only way, why don't you fucking GO OUT AND FIGHT? Why don't you watch mothers holding their children, trying to calm their cries while dodging explosions? Why don't you watch as soldiers go out and fight for your goddamn oil? You know, the Kings and Tsars used to be on the front lines of wars, whatever happened to that? You want a fucking Crusade? Go out and FUCKING CRUSADE.
Just stop feeding the world bullshit. Your bullshit's not even that good. We can see right through it.
Fuck it all.
Early this morning, when I turned on the television, I saw bombs.
I really really wanted to go back to bed, but couldn't.
Last night, beforehand, was a good night. I had a wonderful conversation with my mom, and we were both happy to finally talk to each other (she can rarely get a hold of me, and while that used to be a good thing, now it's sort of sad). She told me how much she missed me, and asked me to sing her a song (it was even cuter the way she asked, because she didn't just say "spoi mne pesniu", but "spoi mne pesenku", and I do realize that only, um, two of you would get that, but eh). We talked about HER online correspondences, and she was just so happy that I understood (mwahahahahahaha) and I thought it was the cutest thing, my mom being a fangirl. (Honestly, and people wonder where I get it from?)
And yesterday was simply a wonderful day, warm, sunny and I got to sit outside a cafe and read, and, fuck, I even saw Cute Bartender Boy, and Cute Bartender Boy is not only Cute but also, apparently, wears glasses, and that just about killed me, and C.B.B. recognised me and it was just nice to be looked at that way. And I even bought the coolest shirt at a second hand store that cost me 6 quid. It was a good day.
Today is not a good day. And it's a very very bad day for those who are being bombed right now. What was that about a promise to save and help them? Sorry, Mr. Bush, I didn't hear you. Must have been the load of BULLSHIT coming from your mouth CLOGGING UP MY EARS. It must have been a GODDAMN CITY exploding that was preventing my understanding. It must have been people screaming and, yes, dying that was holding my attention, not your goddamn, self-righteous, load of shit speeches. Where are you right now? Oh, yes, surrounded by your bodyguards. Well, if you're so goddamn sure that war is the only way, why don't you fucking GO OUT AND FIGHT? Why don't you watch mothers holding their children, trying to calm their cries while dodging explosions? Why don't you watch as soldiers go out and fight for your goddamn oil? You know, the Kings and Tsars used to be on the front lines of wars, whatever happened to that? You want a fucking Crusade? Go out and FUCKING CRUSADE.
Just stop feeding the world bullshit. Your bullshit's not even that good. We can see right through it.
Fuck it all.