Today I went to Washington DC to protest the war.
It was really awesome. So many people. So so many. I was surprised. On the way home, they said that there was an estimated 200,000 people in DC for the rally and march. I'd never been to DC before, and I enjoyed it. Plus, it was a gorgeous day. 52 degrees and sunny, which is a nice little break from the snowy days with -10 degree wind chills. The only thing that sucked was the bus ride. Four and a half hours. Coach buses make me sick.
Hmm. So right now I'm exhausted. We got up at 5am. That is not something I do. Sleep would be an option, but at the moment I'm trying to drown out the group of probably twenty drunk girls who are all singing in unison the most irritating songs in existance. Shut the fuck up.
We met a really cute kid on the trip today. His name's Nick, he goes to Duquesne too, and is a sophomore. I didn't care too much until he said he had a car on campus. That made me want to jump on him. No one has a car on this campus because it costs an assload. Vroom vroom.
I just reread my post from last night. I was having a moment. That was ridiculous and now I want to delete it, but I suppose I don't care that much.
I'll post more protest pictures later when Megh Jess and Jen put theirs online. They have better ones than I do. My camera is on the verge of suicide. Sending it in to be fixed for $110 isn't very appealing. And so I weep.
ATTENTION DRUNK GIRLS IN MY HALL: No, please. Do not "save a horse and ride a cowboy." Spare the fucking cowboys. I'm sure none of them want to deal with your slutty drunk asses. While you're at it, spare the horses too. Just have about 15 more shots so you'll pass out and I won't have to listen to you anymore.