Iraq=Israel. hahaha, that would result in a heeeelllll no!
Bush, in a horrible attempt to defend himself (flipflops and all) in the Presidential Debate this evening, he said something that hit my heart and forced a fiery rage to emit itself from my gut.
He said something along the lines that once Iraq is at a peaceful state and free, the same will be for Israel.
Excuse me!? Israel is NOT Iraq. Israel is a nation that America did not waste its' money on. It's been at war before its existence. If Iraq's freedom actually brought upon the same for the religiously historical nation that's so incredibly close to my heart, I think I'd see some point in this attempt at war. Yet, if one follows what Kerry has addressed, there was no threat from Iraq. It's seemed to be a simple distraction for Bush to find something that has a higher possibility of achievement than finding Osama Bin Laden AND terminate terrorism in its entirety. Yet, I guess this whole Israel comment just struck a chord that pissed me off and gave me this urge to ramble on about my opinions regarding Bush, how I don't find him fit to be president another term, and how Kerry is a much stronger candidate.
So blah.
Monday was a good car drive past Ave Pico and back again to be given what seemed like a billion (but probably closer to 20 if not 30) injections of botox and receive a stop watch to go with some zomig nasal spray and more meds to try. So far, nothing's helped.
I was able to go to school on Tuesday only to feel like crap and have to say things about three times after speaking extremely slowly to my teachers. I felt absolutely dumb. The same happened at elections. I think I hid it pretty well. Mishpacha and all really made me excited so I therefor focused my energy on that rather than remembering how sore I was from the Botox the day before. Yet, I guess it was a bad thing because I've been in bed since.
Wednesday and today have flown by (in slow motion) with medicines, bananas, water...lots of water, and attempts to eat without my being nausiated getting to me. I've just basically laid in bed or on the couch (wherever was more comfortable/quieter/darker/cooler/warmer) either watching movies at a whisper or trying to read an easy easy book.
Meh. Right now is the first time I've been able to get out of bed without withering. I thought I was supposed to feel better now....?
P.S. I want to go to homecoming, sorta. I'm looking much more forward to the game. Weird? Nah. It's great.
P.P.S. I have a crush. A true elementary school-like crush. ::Swoon::