Life, the Universe, and Everything

Thanksgiving... the holiday of sanctioned gluttony, and certainly one of my favorites. Primarily because I get off of school, and secondly, because I get to eat cranberry sauce. I have a fondness for cranberry sauce. There is something alluring about the shape of a mound of cranberry sauce right out of the can. Especially if it has managed to retain the shape of its container. The subtle ridges of that burgundy solid... there is something hypnotic about it's gyrations that are reminiscent of some sort of bizarre dance. It seems almost happy to be eaten. Perhaps it is due to the fact that it is only commonly eaten two times a year. I can only speculate that it gets lonely on the grocers shelves, next to the canned yams and pumpkin pie fillings. You ask yourself: what on earth is she talking about? She must not have eaten breakfast yet. And this is true, but if I could have, I would have a heaping bowl of cranberry sauce.

Yeah, I know I have been slacking. Forgive me readers, for I have sinned- It has been two weeks since my last confession (or rant about life, the universe, and everything). It is very easy to get caught up in the subtleties of everyday life. Often I do not even notice that I am doing it. One day I shake my head, rub I my eyes, and it is a month later. I guess that is what growing older is about. The daily grind. But I suppose it is all to some end. I was told by my advisor last week to start thinking about filling out an application for graduation. Now I have been at this position before at my last school, but this time it seems to mean a little more. To finally be done jumping through hoops. The possibility of holding that seemingly insignificant piece of paper in my hands... it is nice to see the light at the end of the tunnel. But that is still only a distant promise. I must concentrate on the matters at hand. I have been particularly bad as of late maintaining correspondence with t...

And boy am I pumped. You should be too, as that means I will only rant and rave about politics for one or two more blog entries... yeah! Have you been working out lately? I have. My fingers are soar from flexing my butterfly ballot punching muscles. With this new exercise regiment, I will have the dirty deed done with in no time. After that workout, I am going to cool off by doing homework and waiting to see if the rest of the country feels the same way I do. I might even booze it up to make the election results more tolerable. I am very concerned about the presidential facet of the thing. The whole local scene should interest me more, but I am unnaturally preoccupied with the events that will transpire over the next 72 hours. Besides, I live in Kansas, so my vote on the whole will be, in all likelihood- sadly ineffective. The next 72 hour could decide so many very important issues: where we are going with this whole Iraq scenario, the whole supreme court justice balance, women’s right...