Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls

Alright, so here's the hope-o-meter (patent pending):It mesaures my hope level, all the way from from 0 (utter despair) to 100 (nothing but dead rats and warm milk).


Now as I see it we can pretty much disregard the demoralizing effect of this Open Forum letter:

Illegal aliens and abortion
It is not true that millions of illegal aliens are here doing the work Americans refuse to do. They are simply doing the work millions of aborted Americans were not given the chance to do.
Steve DesMarais
Staples

Because it is completely cancelled out by this excellent passage about Christmas trees:

"There is something ghastly about a tree--its look of many-limbed paralysis, its shaggy and conscienceless aplomb--encountered in the open, let alone the living room. At night, you can hear it rustling and slurping water out of the bucket."
-John Updike

So right now we've got the Saints' loss to the Bears and my iPod's distressing new habit of playing the first twenty seconds of a song, then stopping (and now sitting next to my keyboard, making audible clicking noises as iTunes tells me it has been "corrupted"--Fuck) pushing the hope-o-meter down to, oh, let's say, 35.
But a combination of Barack Obama, pug puppies, and my impending 18th birthday combine to pull us out of the red, and even a ways into green, maybe 57 or so.BUT my fuckin iPod finally extricated itself from my computer, only to tell me that it now contains no songs. While this discouraging development is partially mitigated by the fact that I have most of the music I care about still on my computer, I'm sorry to say that it has knocked me back down to a stable 50.

Oh well. I have a feeling that new classes (not for me, but for everyone else) will give me a bump this week. I suppose deutsch and physics will stay the same, but calc may get a refreshing twist.

Also, remixed 5th hour Lang? Macro-econ with a KUBAS in the mix?


Things are looking up.