Fascist regime
Dec. 31st, 2002 08:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlMy poor mom is stuck in Houston overnight with bad weather warnings. At least she got a flight for today, and she'll be home for New Years Eve.
I had a lovely evening - I tidied a bit, watched some brainless tv, ate tons of toast and jam, and lounged around in my nightgown. I went to bed early, and slept well. Wierd dreams as usual, and ta-daa!!! I feel terrific.
Today Andrew is coming to get me at work, for lunch, and we're biking up to the raw fish store on Montgomery. Hooray for us buying raw fish for sushi!! Ya ya ya ya!!!
My best friend Aaron and I talked about age last night. After seeing my mom, I worried that there really is some magical switch that gets switched when you get older, when you start spouting inanities like "At my age I have to say eggplant every day", talk about the food you're eating for the entire meal (oh, this is SO GOOD), wear flower prints and stop thinking. I was very frightened.
But I know lots of cool older people. And my mom really is from a different generation. One farther away from me than someone born in 1990 is. And I'm a very different person than she was at my age. I think.
I hope.
Andrew cashed his money order yesterday. They made him give his thumbprint, because he didn't have an account with them.
That really bothers me. It really bothered him. Big Brother is hand in hand with the U.S. Bladerunner is almost here. The States is a Fascist regime, far more than people realize.
This was like the straw that really scratched up my back (my back isn't broken, but I'm no longer inured to the differences between our countries). For the first time, seriously, I thought "I want to go home"
I want to go to a place where the logic of "if you have id that shows you are you, and a money order (or even cheques) written out to you, you can get that cashed at any bank or check cashing place" exists. Where it's not unheard of to have your door unlocked when you are home. Where...
But I've mentioned all these things before.
Unless this country gets far worse in a quick amount of time, I'm still going to try to get my work permit extended, and I'm still going to try to stay here for another year after this. It really isn't financially feasible otherwise, and in a lot ways, we're having an awesome awesome time.
I had a lovely evening - I tidied a bit, watched some brainless tv, ate tons of toast and jam, and lounged around in my nightgown. I went to bed early, and slept well. Wierd dreams as usual, and ta-daa!!! I feel terrific.
Today Andrew is coming to get me at work, for lunch, and we're biking up to the raw fish store on Montgomery. Hooray for us buying raw fish for sushi!! Ya ya ya ya!!!
My best friend Aaron and I talked about age last night. After seeing my mom, I worried that there really is some magical switch that gets switched when you get older, when you start spouting inanities like "At my age I have to say eggplant every day", talk about the food you're eating for the entire meal (oh, this is SO GOOD), wear flower prints and stop thinking. I was very frightened.
But I know lots of cool older people. And my mom really is from a different generation. One farther away from me than someone born in 1990 is. And I'm a very different person than she was at my age. I think.
I hope.
Andrew cashed his money order yesterday. They made him give his thumbprint, because he didn't have an account with them.
That really bothers me. It really bothered him. Big Brother is hand in hand with the U.S. Bladerunner is almost here. The States is a Fascist regime, far more than people realize.
This was like the straw that really scratched up my back (my back isn't broken, but I'm no longer inured to the differences between our countries). For the first time, seriously, I thought "I want to go home"
I want to go to a place where the logic of "if you have id that shows you are you, and a money order (or even cheques) written out to you, you can get that cashed at any bank or check cashing place" exists. Where it's not unheard of to have your door unlocked when you are home. Where...
But I've mentioned all these things before.
Unless this country gets far worse in a quick amount of time, I'm still going to try to get my work permit extended, and I'm still going to try to stay here for another year after this. It really isn't financially feasible otherwise, and in a lot ways, we're having an awesome awesome time.
i feel you
Date: 2002-12-31 08:21 am (UTC)Geez.