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[Oct. 1st, 2004|02:06 am] |
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I went to the Democratic Debate debate party at Ruta Maya's, a little coffee place in South Austin. The place was packed. I went with my mom and dad (obviously), but I actually found someone else I knew there - Cedar, who works at Natural Magic (an awesome Pagan shop in Austin).
It was sort of surreal. Everytime Bush spoke, people booed and yelled and one guy was really getting into it and yelled that he and his dad should be "hanged by their balls." I noticed that my parents stuck especially close to me when the guy started yelling.
Of course, my dad's a big democrat nutcase, so I wouldn't be any other way. Though I figure eventually I'll try to rebel and be anti-liberal. Jessica Alba (actress, for those of you who don't know) said in an interview that I once caught on TV said that she grew up in an open home and rebelled by being heavily Christian and over-religious and strictly conservative.
Dude. Why bother?
Anyway, so yeah. Kerry kicked all sorts of you-know-what. Bush looked like he needed to go to the bathroom. Which would also be Very Hard Work for him, I think. They touched on the subjects of their kids, which sort of amazed me since if I were running for any political office, I would try to keep my kids out of the spotlight as much as possible. I know that they've shoved their kids at the cameras, though, which I generally don't respect at all. But. Whatever.
Afterwards we wound up at Katz's Deli, which "never kloses", so that was our only option left. And then after "dinner" (or really, really early breakfast) we came back here. Thus ends our night of politically oriented fun.
(I really wanna go protest Tom DeLay's Austin fundraiser, though, on a random note. I'm thinking 'Delay DeLay' for a sign, just because.)
In other news: my brother, who had been missing for three days, was discovered in a drunken haze in Tulsa at his girlfriend's house last Monday. I was getting really worried about him, so hey, major plus. He returned my mom's call after I left to go to a class (taking place at the afforementioned Natural Magic). Go figure.
So that, my friends, ends my first entry. Which really had no introductionary purposes whatsoever. I like it that way. In any case: I'm Gillian, from Texas. Hi.
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