I love how condescending my family is to me. They think themselves so much smarter simply by virtue of their age and they lord it over me like a bully on a playground. I've given up arguing (which was a goal that I mentioned here not too long ago) and, though I still get reeled in somewhat, I manage to stay uninvolved. Typical conversation:

Someone: "We had a surplus under Clinton and now we're back in debt because of Bush."

Me: "Do you know what a surplus means in government? Or what happened to that supposed surplus and how the US economy works?"

Someone: "No."

Me: "Okay."

Finis.

If someone is stupid enough to talk about things they know nothing about then anything I say to them will be wasted because they've gathered their opinion from editorial pieces and rhetoric. If someone were to ask, "But, Bunny, I'm sincerely interested, what is a surplus to the government exactly?" then I'd explain gladly. To have my father tell me that he knows how politics works, he knows how the economy works and he knows I'm wrong about the things he's right about is awful. He's never studied any of it and says he doesn't have to because he's "lived in the real world" which, according to him (and the rest of my family), makes him right and me wrong. As if 1) I don't live in "the real world," 2) his "real world" and someone else's "real world" are identical and, 3) in depth knowledge and understanding of complex issues is gained simply by indirect observation. I can tell you that if you screw in a lightbulb and flip the switch light will appear, however, I certainly can't tell you how to make the lightbulb, I can't tell you how the switch regulates the electricity, nor can I tell you how the wires in the walls work, nor how the power company generates and controls the electricity supplied to your home. Not knowing those things doesn't make me stupid but it certainly doesn't make me more knowledgeable than an electrician or scientist. I may know a lot about politics but for every one thing I know there are seven I don't but at least I'm trying to learn.

So, in other news, I just checked the stats for bollybolly and there are still people coming to download those old paintshop pro brushes I made. Still. This is PSP7 we're talking. Strange. Also there are a lot of people looking for PGSM wallpaper so I'll start making some. I'll do that later I guess.

As it happens, I'm not pregnant after all. I am not carrying Mana's messiah. Strangely, when my period started, I was a bit dissapointed, perhaps I actually expected that Mana had, in fact, magically impregnated me. There is something terribly disturbing about that.

I got my test back today in Japanese. 24.5/23. For "shitsuree shimashita" I put "please excuse me," by the way, and it was right. The -0.5 comes from hajimemashite and me being a dummy and putting "it's nice to meet you" because for some reason I thought it had something to do with meeting for the first time. Which, she explained it does... but... a better translation would be "how do you do?" hence the -0.5. Though, I'm confident I had the highest grade in the class because my paper was on top and I noticed the scores of the people around were getting lower and lower. And there were no corrective marks on my hiragana homework! Last time, I made the 3rd stroke of "ki" too ... um... well, it extended too far, I guess, so she scribbled them out showing me where they should stop. And I learned my lesson and this time it was perfect and she wrote "Good! Yoku dekimashita!" (well done!) Hooray for me! I'm proud of Friday's homework because I think it looks really nice. Today, Morgan (boy in class) brought us all little red buttons with "aisareteimasu" on them and that means "I am loved." CUTE!! So that button is pinned to Kyo-bunny's little black shirt (along with random safety pins cuz he's HARDCORE as a mahfucker!)

I have flat pink Hello Kitty computer speakers that sound like ass and only work occasionally. I want my money back. I doubt I'll get it back but it's worth a shot. Do you want to know how bad the sound quality is? Okay, take your discman/walkman/ipod/etc, take a set of those shitty free earphones you get with it, plug them in, turn on a cd, turn the sound all the way up and set the earphones on a table. See how bad that sounds? Bingo.

Well, the answer was no. Fingers crossed or not, I figured the answer was going to be no. Someone is giving away their rabbit for free (including the cage and things) and I asked and the answer is no. Well, technically, the answer was "SIGH. Well, my better judgement says no and I think you have enough to worry about with school and Pagan (note: um, a rabbit would disrupt this how?) and I would rather you didn't and if your aunt Kathy moves in she'll have to bring Katie and 2 dogs and a rabbit - I just don't know if I could handle that BUT I mean, if you want it I guess...........SIGH." That's granny-code for "dream on fattie." So, I can't have it. It's her house, you know? I don't see how a rabbit in my room would cause a huge catastrophe but granny just hates animals. How this is possible, I don't know, but it is. She thinks cats are too dirty but was more than happy to let my aunt's spawn trample through here leaving trails of smelly trash behind them. Still though, her house, her rules. That's not to say I can't dislike them. I'm really disappointed now. I told my hopes to not jump around last night but did they listen? No. That's what they get.