Wisdom from the AP American government textbook:

"Political candidates, like people, are not the products of a virgin birth."

How deep.

That's almost up there with the AP history textbook's report of President whoever-it-was striding forcefully into the Oval Office, ramrod-erect, and yes that was the exact wording used in the textbook. And who could forget the blushing bride of Texas waiting to consummate the marriage with the Union?

Not only are social studies textbooks incredibly pretentious, but I am becoming progressively more convinced that they are written by very lonely people who get off by indirectly talking dirty to high school students.

I wish my math textbook was this much fun, but, alas, Ella Vader (Darth Vader's daughter--no, I am not kidding) and her perfect-parabola spaceship just can't compete with President Ramrod-Erect.

Regarding the movie Red Eye, the viewing of which Whitney (jawzdharken) chronicled in her weblog: go see it right now. Cillian Murphy. Dear god, that man has no right to be so hot. That in conjunction with the sorts of characters as which he is typecast puts him on a Johnny Depp level. And Whitney sent me the Year One comic of Dr. Crane's past. If I get to choose my research paper topic this year, I think I will do it on the evolution of the evil genius archetype in literature and film.

This weekend was rather eventful, all things considered. I went to Mill Avenue with Jessica (shirogane07) and Christianne (chrissykitty) Friday night, which was not exactly what I had been expecting to happen when Christianne promised me dinner, but I got to eat at Fatburger for the first time, and the Graffiti Shop was playing the Depeche Mode: One Night in Paris concert. Rachel was so drunk she puked in my car, and Kaity (keiichisfuma) is my dark savior for sacrificing her Harkins cup for that event.

I was given what I originally thought was a cool government assignment, but soon figured out that it was not nearly as much fun as I thought it was going to be. We were supposed to walk around asking people to sign a petition to amend the Constitution with what is already, word-for-word, the Fifth Amendment, and catalogue their reactions. I wore my suit that day so I would look more official, which ended up being a super idea since it really did not help my cause when it came right down to it, and it was about 112*F. Kaity had to get some painting board at Home Depot, so while she was shopping for that I walked around the store getting rather boring reactions. Most people blew me off, one guy thought I was petitioning for leniency for terrorists, and that was about it. No yelling that I was a communist or anything. I feel cheated.

One of Kaity's boards ended up being far too big to fit into my trunk, so we had to lash it to the top of my car. The other board fit, but propped the lid open, so we had to use bungy-chords to hold the trunk closed. This was my first time driving with anything lashed to my car/sticking out of my trunk, but we got the items to Kaity's house intact.

Today I transferred a computer to Dad's office and set up what I could, but since he has some sort of a vague "data problem" on the old computer and no printer software, I have to finish the job later this week. I did all of my homework save for the write-up on the government project, which I am doing at this moment. Rachel wants a ride to go swimming somewhere, and I think in the span from Friday to Saturday I used almost a full tank of gas, which, given the Nissan's fuel economy and the price of gas, is remarkable.

The thing I did not do this weekend was scholarships. I tried to visit the college center after school on Friday, but it was already closed. I guess I have to make an appointment during class, or something.

The writing entry is due on Wednesday, and I have not even registered for the convention yet. I've come to far with that entry not to make the deadline.