I ask only for the strength to defend my people.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? Reverse gravity!?"
( 2005-03-05 @ 11:03 p.m. )

So once again here I am.

This is going to be an incredibly random entry. Mixed if you will. Muses, poems, random quotes, inspiration, politics and the Civil War.

All right then. Let's begin shall we?

I am wiped, exhausted. I have taken this working in politics VERY LITERALLY...even on my tiem off, my WEEKENDS I have been doign volunteer community service, at the Veteran's nursing home, or at the wildlife refuge or the Salavation Army.

Ivy likes to work, she likes to work to hard. Ivy frequently tries to kill herself with lack of sleep.

I havent had a good nights sleep since let's say August of 2004. Then again, you wont catch me complaining either.

I love politics. I really, really do.

On that note a shout-out must be given to the hardet working guy in politics, that being Thor. He BUSTS ASS! He just helped me e-mail EVERY REPUBLICAN in the U.S. SENATE about opposition to privitization of Social Security last night. Now how hard-core is THAT?

Thor is amazing..........no dissing him, I'll whoop your ass. On another note i am Chairwoman of my own committee, I have had more editorials published, I am moving up ino so many ways. I joined the ACLU, I will be heading a loclal chapter of Democracy for America. I have been busy. Very busy.

To be honest, I have accomplished so damn much, at this point I cannot even remember HALF OF IT.

I did however just by a dancing hcicken wearing bunny ears I named McCain, after Seantor McCain who despite being a Republican I adore....um....just disregard the entire above comment.

Yea, it's probably better if you just do that.

Al right then, I promised a poem. I will cross-post this in my poetry diary. This is abotu a VERY personal experience for me, when I went to Arlington cemetary a few years back and visited the grave of J.F.K. who was my hero before I knew JACK SHIT about politics.

Ego Scisco Nonnisi
{I Ask Not}

This night the city opens her arms in white, restless sleep
{I pray the Nation my soul to keep}
Dare I tread silently in this city sweet, quietly into the gentle cold
Marbled metropolis...may she keep the secrets she doth hold
Age-worn, the footstones have been tread until bare
Marble replaced with admiration that masquerades as the foundation there
A white blanket covers, a whispering, cleansing snow
I walk alone on the street, a idealistic child, knowing nothing and yet I know
The anxious night exhales as if she had been holding her breath
As I inhale the streets are as quiet, as serene as dignified death
I hover, unsure, timid and perhaps a bit afraid
Now past monuments of life's blood paid
The white roses are frozen in the night's pallid cold
And every step, is anothery story the blind pass untold
The words are worn on their granite stone
Like a skeleton, curious fingers have bleached it to bone
I stand, silent with freezing tears as my testament
To the unshakeable will that came and went
I stand on hallowed ground free of hypocrisy
Those words on stone tablets bleed the oft obscured truth and freedom in democracy
Frustration, for words are elusive and silence is my momentary tribute
For unerring service that even the boldest dare not refute
My shivering form is vulnerable, and my knees go weak
So I sit, with silent tears still to find the words that I seek
They fall as sincere and unguarded as a child's first story
Platitudes, hopes, understanding, secrets and dreams of glory
I speak in the weathered darkness, my breath frozen in the air
Still I hold my quavering voice, as if you were there
A single flame flickers, reflecting off the countrys beating heart
And by that single flame I exposed myself, every single thread, each delicate part
I exposed myself in this silent cathedral, the ceiling only the sky
And in those moments though I knew it not, I changed without knowing why
I think you heard me, the flame flickered in recognition
And I felt a gentle, noble presence as if giving wise admonition
My tears ceased and I felt the soul of my country
I saw then everything you had seen, what she could truly be
A symbol of devotion upon my sleeve, I plucked it free and set it upon frozen ground
I placed beside the small flag frozen flowers, my smile a mere whisper, in silence without a sound
Then I made a vow, to her...to you.....to stand beside
Do my best in black times to guide...
To relenquish unto her service my mind, my heart my soul
To use my voice to heal the damage wrought, to make old wounds whole
In the pale moonlight I voiced this vow
And I know the meaning, I did not then...but I do now
I bowed my head in this open cathedral of the nation
And clasped my hands, choked on those last tears in final supplication
I didn't voice it aloud but my heart stirred
Something deeper...something true had finally occured
I turned to leave, footsteps silent but then I turned, one last thing I must do
Amidst the stars and frost, I gave one final salute to you...
In this night...if I die before I wake
{I pray the Nation my soul to take}

So please, let me know what you think of that.

Ok, now on to some random quotes for you people. Care to figure these out, IF YOU DARE!

"How DO YOU pluralize Fetus? I mean OMG LIEK WTF? Is THAT FETI?"

"I just humped the door, with cat ears on!"

"That's how THE NORTH WON! They had CHARMIN!"

"Murphy's Law applied to Newton's: What goes up, must coem down, just dont expect it to fucking land anywhere where you can FIND IT!"

"If thoughts could fuck you'd be having an orgasm, and I'd be prgenant! I am practicing unprotected mental sex."

"Yea, I was lookign at civil war gore, um I need a pop-tart."

"OHMYGOD I HAVE BRODERICK'S DISEASE!"

"I swear to god, I wanna lick his eyeballs."

"I AM THE FUCKING POSTER CHILD FOR BRODERICK'S DISEASE!"

""Sir-Molest-A-Lot"

"Oh there go the barking cockroaches again."

"IVY! I-V-Y- THE CIVIL WAR IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A TURN-ON!"

"I just got fucked...by a dog." {This is not how it osunds, I woke up Friday morning, sick and half-asleep and decided not to go to class, when emerging from my room, I tripped over my dog and said that.}

"You dont eat meat products? Im going to hump you!"

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? Reverse gravity!?"

"ACK! PFFFT! IT TASTES LIKE CHEWING ON A CONDOM!"

"John Edwards was better than you!"

"Playign with the queen of hearrtttts! Knowin it aint really smarrrtttt!"

Scary huh?

Ok now on to my muses.

Boromir is doing splendidly. A bit peeved because Shelob just ate one of his favorite socks, but otherwise, peachy.

Haldir just discovered my new super hsien shampoo, he's been in the bathroom for hours. Chances are by now he haas also discovered my secret cache of glitter gel. HEAVEN HELP US ALL!

Frodo is...well he's attached to my leg. Ganwing on the cuff of my BRAND NEW PANTS! STOP THAT FRODO! BAD HOBBIT BAD!

Shelob is content in my room with a bag of gummy sharks. She's rather pleased with herself, she is currently tangled up in the canopy netting of my bed.

Galadriel is cleaning. Cleaning up after Jack and my new muse actually. And she isnt very pleased, she just ATTACKED Boromir with the windex.

Cpatain Jack is hiding, under the bed. Galadriel has threatened to bathe him in Febreeze.

Mort is hugging-HOGGING the Doritos, he did however help me garden today...must be the corn flashbacks.

Draco and Lucius Malfoy are practicing spells in the backyard.

Oliver Wood is playing Quiddutch in the backyard, thank god he's to quick for the afore-mentioned duo to use him as target practice.

Captain Hook is shining his boots and making me a filly coat, hes a scary bastard but he really does rock.

Issac Brock is tourturing my muse John {Edwards} by stealing John's ties again. John is now tearing the house apart lookign for his ties, Galadriel is cleaning up after him.

Now I must introduce you to my newest muse.

Everyone, please give a warm and loving welcoem to one Col. Robert Gould Shaw. 54th Massachusets regiment.

Union Soldier. {Ok, if you have ever seen the movie Glory this is Matthew Broderick's character if not...GO RENT IT RIGHT NOW WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?}

Also his horse Pyewackett, which I call "Checkers" because Pyewackett is stupid but I dont have the heart to tell Robert because he's a darling.

I mean dirty hands, blood, pistols a bayonet and THE UNIFORM OHMYFUCKINGOD!

The gloves the......EVERYTHING! So everyone say hello to Robert!

He is spawned form my rediscovered love of all things Civil War. Other than LOTR this is my longest passion. I must also note here Matthew Broderick as Col. Shaw in Glory was my first crush EVER!

I adore the civil war. I d-loaded the soundtrack to Glory, am listening to it now. The music is SO BEAUTIFUL I am in heaven.

I have the movie recorded, I have watched it almost every damn day.

This is a deep passionate love here. I have started a short story on the civil war, if anyone wants to see it tell me in my guestbook and I iwll put it up.

Ok, I am quite finished. I am off to cuddle Robert and feed Checkers and Shelob.

Love you all....remember Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist, keep loving, keep fighting.

Also, every damn day is a gift, that's why we call it the "Present."

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