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sometimes i hate being a hopeless romantic. it gets me into trouble.
i fall for guys who are totally illogical for me to be in love with. i hate how that is. but maybe i should at least be happy that i love people so deeply... while it hurts like hell because i realize that they don't care enough back.... at least it is something i am capable of doing. and it is amazing when it happens and they love me back. i miss being in love. while i just want to go crazy and being in love has sooo much baggage... sometimes it's nice to have that sense of security.
i met a homeless man today. his name is ariel. we got into a deep conversation about politics, oil and bush. i think it would be really amazing to start a program at GW where the homeless around the campus (there are so many) talked politics/life/everything with gw students. Like a club or something every week. ariel said he was a criminal at one point in the conversation... but then we both agreed that a lot of things that bush has done are criminal. And Ariel was in the military. I mean come on... being in the military really fucks with your brain.. it's understandable that he might have done some sort of criminal action after the government gave him guns and told him to kill people for oil. it crazy to me to look at how the people that go to die for our country and to kill for our country aren't treated like anything when they return home. so many of them have really crazy mental problems and end up on the street.
how can we even pretend to be taking care of Iraq's problems when we can't even take care of our own?
i really hope Tracty (gw's president) will sign on to the anti-sweatshop labor contracts on friday. it would clear up so much of my life. it would be nice to start on a new project...
((((i need closer friends)))) like friends back home. i'm getting there.
i fall for guys who are totally illogical for me to be in love with. i hate how that is. but maybe i should at least be happy that i love people so deeply... while it hurts like hell because i realize that they don't care enough back.... at least it is something i am capable of doing. and it is amazing when it happens and they love me back. i miss being in love. while i just want to go crazy and being in love has sooo much baggage... sometimes it's nice to have that sense of security.
i met a homeless man today. his name is ariel. we got into a deep conversation about politics, oil and bush. i think it would be really amazing to start a program at GW where the homeless around the campus (there are so many) talked politics/life/everything with gw students. Like a club or something every week. ariel said he was a criminal at one point in the conversation... but then we both agreed that a lot of things that bush has done are criminal. And Ariel was in the military. I mean come on... being in the military really fucks with your brain.. it's understandable that he might have done some sort of criminal action after the government gave him guns and told him to kill people for oil. it crazy to me to look at how the people that go to die for our country and to kill for our country aren't treated like anything when they return home. so many of them have really crazy mental problems and end up on the street.
how can we even pretend to be taking care of Iraq's problems when we can't even take care of our own?
i really hope Tracty (gw's president) will sign on to the anti-sweatshop labor contracts on friday. it would clear up so much of my life. it would be nice to start on a new project...
((((i need closer friends)))) like friends back home. i'm getting there.